Chapter 887 On Ji Se Peak

Song Jixin stood for a while, then turned around and left silently. As he himself said, the two people of the same age who have been neighbors in Niping Lane for many years actually don't have much to talk about. people. It’s just that neither of them thought that there used to be only a courtyard wall separated by a "bastard son of the supervisor" who endorsed loudly, and an apprentice kiln worker who pricked up his ears to listen to the sound of reading. Worry, a young master with a maidservant to do housework, and a muddy leg in straw sandals who is always hungry and occasionally helps to carry water, will become a powerful vassal of the second largest dynasty of Haoran, a hidden official of the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Song Jixin couldn't help but look up at the sky, wondering if the sunshine and moonlight that once fell on the Niping Lane would think that the trip to the world was worthwhile?

Song Jixin walked slowly, and left Chen Pingan without saying goodbye. It was originally like a barnyard grass growing in a rice field. Passers-by would not take a second look, but because of the relationship between neighbors, we have dealt with each other for about ten years. , All his childhood and youth were given to that house and that narrow alley. Song Jixin was really tired of seeing it. Today, things are going on now, and he has gradually felt the sage growing in the tall grass since he was a child.

What does it have to do with him.

Unexpectedly, after Chen Pingan stood up with a long bow, he called out to Song Jixin. Song Jixin turned around and asked, "Is something wrong?"

Chen Ping'an walked to him and said, "Is there any room for pilgrims to stay at Dadu Temple? If so, please help me get one."

Hurry up by yourself, Jiang Shangzhen's cloud boat ferry, it is estimated that it will be at noon tomorrow at the earliest to arrive at the Xianjia Ferry, Chunfengdu, near Dali Capital.

Song Jixin nodded and said: "For the sake of a brand new book in the old Longcheng mansion, I will help you open this door."

The battlefield of Old Dragon City once suffered a heavy casualty due to a group of weird demon monks. The Secretary General of the Great Li Domain went through countless archives of the Great Li, but failed to find out the opponent's roots. Finally, with the help of a book The identity of the 'Nightmare' and the 'Face Stealer' were quickly discovered in the booklet without recording the source, which was able to reverse the situation of the war. Otherwise, the battle losses of the Da Li monks would have been huge. Later, the vassal king Song Mu sent an order to the booklet. Thousands of copies were printed in Laolongcheng that day and were widely circulated. Almost every monk on the mountain who had participated in the war in Laolongcheng had a copy.

Later, with the help of this booklet, which detailedly recorded more than a hundred kinds of monsters and monks from the side sect, various continents found many cunning monsters hiding in the mountains and markets. This unnamed book was praised by later generations of monks as "Soushanlu" , compared with the earlier "Soushan Tu", of course it is still not comparable, but it can fill in the gaps of the latter.

Chen Ping just pretended not to know what booklet it was.

Song Jixin looked at this expressionless former neighbor, probably because he looked too much like his childhood, so he couldn't help but get angry, and habitually insisted on saying a few more mean words, and said with a smile: "It seems that every time I chat with you, your face is so expressionless, with dead fish eyes, stuffy gourd, and I can't beat you with a few sticks..."

Perhaps sensing the limit of the other party's patience, Song Jixin changed his subject, smiled a little more sincerely, and said: "But you are quite lucky. According to the old people in the nearby alleys, your temperament follows your father's, and your appearance follows your mother's. .Also, regarding the matter of Song Mountain God in Luolu Mountain, before the mountain god temple was relocated, Wei Shanjun never made it difficult for him. In the end, he gave Qidun Mountain this geomantic treasure land and asked Song Mountain God to rebuild the temple. Just treat it as if I owe you again. It’s just a favor. As for whether Chen Ping’an recognizes it and whether he wants to ask for it in the future, it’s all your business. Anyway, Song Mu appreciates it.”

Chen Ping'an said: "If I had learned how to behave earlier, I wouldn't have received that beating."

Song Jixin subconsciously stretched out his hand and rubbed his neck, "Don't say it so lightly, I almost strangled you to death. I did not do it honestly in that matter. I will apologize to you now." I know you are the most vindictive person, so we have agreed that we will settle this old debt."

Song Jixin once made up a random Feng Shui theory and tricked Chen Pingan into working as an apprentice in a dragon kiln to make a living, causing Chen Pingan to break an oath. Then after letting Chen Pingan know the truth, he almost strangled Song Jixin to death in Mud Bottle Alley. , a dark and lean young man with a body as thin as a bamboo pole but surprisingly strong strength. Song Jixin, who was pampered and pampered like a noble son, went to hell. After that, he was actually unhappy for many years. But looking back, even if Chen Ping'an was determined to kill him, he would definitely not die, because the dead soldier of the Dali spy who was responsible for keeping an eye on Mud Bottle Alley was actually secretly watching that scene. Before the power of the Dali Kingdom rose, and before his uncle Song Changjing took him to offer incense at the covered bridge, in his early years, the genealogy of the Zongren Mansion was first changed from "Song He" to "Song Mu", and then his name was erased. Song Jixin is absolutely impossible to die.

Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "You and I don't have any mortal grudge to begin with. It would be best if we clear things up."

Song Jixin hesitated for a moment and asked, "What about you and Dali?"

Chen Pingan said: "There are gods three feet above the head, and every step under the feet is reasonable."

Song Jixin laughed it off and took Chen Ping'an to find the temple Zhu and told him about his mountain friend who planned to stay for a night. Of course, the Miao Zhu did not dare to say no to a vassal king. The pilgrim's house in the temple No matter how tight the house is, if you think of ways, you can still free up a few rooms.

Today's Jidu Miaozhu is a Qi trainer who studied in the Dali Mountain Cliff Academy in his early years. He is still energetic at the age of 100. The monks in the Longmen Realm are among the earliest students of the Mountain Cliff Academy. The old man is not Dali Ren Shi, so he took the initiative to study in Dali back then, which seemed very unique. During that period of time, Dali in the north was still recognized as a barbaric place in the whole continent, and the local writers and scholars of the Dali Dynasty were notoriously modest at that time, so they could compete with the scholars of the Lu Dynasty and the Sui Dynasty in poetry. Singing and taking pride in writing, there are many letters and very few replies. Even if I have the embroidered tiger Cui Chan and the head of the academy, Qi Jingchun, I still don’t want to talk to them about the article. At that time, there were many widely praised sayings in the literary circles, such as the sunset scene of Lu’s mountains and rivers, the crown In the north of Juyizhou, the half moon of the Sui Dynasty is better than the full moon of the Great Li...

Fortunately, the horseshoes of Dali Iron Cavalry made a loud noise. With these polite statements, there was a lot of wind and sand at the border, and when the horseshoe stepped on it, it would disperse in the wind.

After getting the exact answer from the ancestral temple, Song Jixin turned to look at Chen Ping'an, and asked with a smile, "Then I don't care about you? If there is something to do, just say it now, and I want to go find someone to accompany you in the mansion of Dufan later." , you have to follow the rules on the mountain. How about it, is there anything else you want to talk about?"

Chen Pingan first bowed to the temple Zhu to thank him, and smiled at Song Jixin, "Since you chatted a lot about Nipingxiang, I don't have much to talk to you about."

Song Jixin didn't mind if an outsider was present, so he would lose face, and joked with Chen Pingan: "Several night banquets will hurt my personal purse. I won't go."

Chen Ping said with a smile: "It doesn't matter if the person arrives or not. The gift to accompany the mansion in the capital must not be absent."

Song Jixin shook his head, "The money fan is still there."

Chen Pingan said: "This kind of words, you, a person who can make a clang in your pocket, can't talk about me."

Miao Zhu was shocked. He really didn't know who this strange-looking swordsman in green shirt was. He was lucky enough to be so familiar with the vassal king Song Mu. It seemed that his words were not ordinary. Could it be a certain "citizen" from Lizhu Cave? For example, Lin Shouyi, who was appointed to the temple by Jidu, had a personal friendship with the vassal king as a classmate, and they talked and chatted without being too official. It's just that Lin Miaozhu's speech, no matter how taboo it is, is still not as casual as the man in front of him.

The number of times Song Mu came to Dadu Temple to burn incense is one of the few, not once in three years, every time he likes private visits in micro-services, he doesn't like to put on a show, the vassal king of the entire Aquarius Continent, who is less than one person and more than ten thousand people, today unexpectedly It is even more unprecedented to ask for a house for someone in person.

Now the situation in Dali Temple is delicate, and His Majesty the Emperor's many initiatives, up and down the mountain, are extremely popular, and are praised by the vassal courts of various countries who are busy revising official histories, and are praised as the eternal emperor. But in fact, everyone knows that the vassal king Song Mu, who has always been on the front line of the battlefield, has a more intimate relationship with the immortal master on the mountain, especially the relationship between Song Mu and the Dali cavalry is even better.

And there is also a gossip that the emperor Song He is a disciple of the embroidered tiger Cui Chan, and the vassal king Song Mu is a student of Qi Jingchun. But the behavior style of the two brothers seems to be just the opposite of the two gentlemen. Emperor Song He made the mountains and rivers of a continent feel like a spring breeze, and the vassal king Song Mu fought decisively in the war. He has been serving in the capital all these years, and he still acts with iron fists and resolutely. Let a big tiger come to the temple to apologize in person, so that there is a saying that "the mountain and the water bow their heads".

Miao Zhu didn't dare to stay for long, told the address of the house, gave him a key and left.

Song Jixin said, "Let's go."

I don't expect Chen Ping'an to send it all the way.

Unexpectedly, Chen Pingan said: "Send you to the door."

Song Jixin had a flattered look on his face, "Is the sun coming out from the west?"

Chen Pingan said: "It's because you didn't disappoint Mr. Qi."

Song Jixin rolled his eyes, "Don't, just owe it."

Chen Pingan said in a bad mood: "If you don't send it, you can't ask for it, and if you want to send it, you can't stop it."

Song Jixin shook his sleeves, and finally covered his sleeves with both hands, and looked at this guy with a smile, "It's so sharp, it's not like you."

After Chen Ping stretched out his arms, he took off the long sword on his back.

Song Jixin was taken aback, and he yelled, "What the hell are you doing? Chen Pingan, don't bully people if you want to fight."

Chen Ping glanced sideways at King Dali, holding the sword in his hand and hanging it on his waist, but hesitated a little, instead of hanging it on the left side, he changed the position to the right side.

This seemingly superfluous movement made Song Jixin's eyelids tremble even more. His mother Chen Ping'an is an imperceptible left-hander! Many times in those days, for example, seeing Chen Pingan sitting at the door pulling blanks with both hands, even Song Jixin would forget about it.

Chen Pingan said: "Ma Kuxuan is still at the Dadu River, I'll go find him. I can't do anything to you."

Song Jixin immediately took out a golden messenger talisman from his sleeve, and said with a smile: "Then you two have a good chat, catch up on the old days, don't worry, I will accompany you here, and I will never interfere with the discussion between the two of you."

Chen Pingan said: "Don't be nervous, it's just to say hello, you can't get up. You don't need to remind that Taoist immortal on the top of the city."

Song Jixin frowned and said, "I'm watching the mountains and rivers, have you heard all our words?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said, "I saw it, but I didn't hear it. The vassal king has a lot of face."

Song Jixin smiled again and put away the talisman.

The two walked side by side.

Chen Pingan said: "You have the same virtue as before, you like to turn your face and deny people."

Song Jixin smiled angrily: "Chen Ping'an, it's almost enough. Today you said a lot of weird things, and I'm putting up with it."

Chen Pingan said: "I've heard your strange words for nearly ten years, but I didn't feel that I was putting up with it. But in the end, to tell you the truth, you are a coward, and your ability to quarrel can only be dealt with My power and prestige here is not comparable to those masters."

Song Jixin wasn't annoyed at all, but laughed out loud. He accidentally made his voice a little louder, and ended up getting an elbow from Chen Pingan, which made Song Jixin grin his teeth in pain.

Gu Can's mother in Niping Lane, Li Huai's mother in the west of the town, the old woman in Xinghua Lane, and Huang Erniang, who sells wine in the town.

The four great masters can probably be regarded as the masters of the simple folk customs of the hometown town, and they are seniors. Gu Can, Li Huai, Song Jixin, Ma Kuxuan, and Chen Ping'an are probably all younger generations on this path...

When the younger generation of Lizhu Dongtian left their hometown one after another, I don't know how many foreigners have learned the level of these young people's skills.

Song Jixin rubbed his ribs and said with emotion: "I miss it very much."

Chen Pingan hesitated for a moment, and then said: "It's not yet the time to remember bitterness and sweetness, the fighting on Yangguan Avenue is nothing more than hard work, death is death, and life is life. From now on, the higher you are on the road at night, the more difficult it will be. It's not easy to go, take it easy. On the other side of the capital, there is Liu Qingfeng in front of you, and Zhao Yao in the back. One is very powerful, and the other is very familiar with you. No matter what, remember to pave yourself a way of retreat first. As for the way of retreat, whether it is going up or Go back, in short, it’s a retreat.”

Song Jixin hummed, nodded slightly, turned his head suddenly, and asked softly, "How about?"

Chen Pingan shook his head, "No. I don't even know you when I leave the temple."

Why don't you, Chen Pingan, come to be the new national teacher of Dali?

Forget it, I, Chen Ping'an, don't know any vassal king Song Mu, and today I'm just talking a few words in my heart with one of Mr. Qi's disciples, an unpleasant neighbor Song Jixin, in the ancestral temple.

In the end, they have been neighbors for many years, and the questions and answers are like riddles, but both parties know it well.

Song Jixin was in high spirits, reached out and grabbed Chen Pingan's arm, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, I can wait!"

Chen Ping's arm shook lightly, and Song Jixin's arm bounced away, "The stinking problem of being greedy for perfection, I will change it in the future."

At the gate of the ancestral temple, only one step away from crossing the threshold, Song Jixin said suddenly: "Remember to distinguish between public and private, and don't give others any chance."

Chen Pingan's right thumb has quietly pressed against the hilt of the sword, "Don't forget that the right hand is fragrant, and the left foot is striding."

Song Jixin smiled and stepped over the threshold with his left foot, walked out of the Jidu Temple, and after going down the steps, he turned to look at the couplet.

Chen Pingan was exactly the same, standing side by side with Song Jixin again.

Song Jixin asked: "There is still that blank plaque, do you have any ideas? If you have one, I can make it silently and drip-tight."

Chen Pingan remained silent.

Song Jixin said softly: "On the top of each continent, everyone knows who the person enshrined in Jidu is, and they also know the statue of the main hall. Now it's just a decoration. I believe someone will talk to Dali soon and replace it with a more powerful one. The veritable Zhigui, after all, she is the only true dragon in the world, and Zhigui's temper, you know very well, she will definitely not refuse, and even thinks it is only right and proper, the key point here, Zhigui is somewhat unwilling to let others The thought of meddling in Jidu Temple, of course, she has more selfishness to be angry with Mr. Qi, and I can't even reason with her. At that time, it is estimated that His Majesty the Emperor will nod after he shirks it once or twice. Having said that, you It is actually right to break the contract with Zhigui early and not earn the water transportation, the benefits are big, but the troubles are not small."

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "In the future, as long as it is aimed at our literati lineage, whether it is in front of the stage or behind the scenes, Chen Pingan and Luoposhan will take it. Of course, don't be idle."

Song Jixin smiled and said: "I can't imagine that the two of us will join hands side by side one day."

Chen Pingan hummed, "It's pretty bad."

Song Jixin was speechless.

Song Jixin was silent for a moment, and when he remembered something, his expression became solemn, "Be careful with the Qi practitioners who traveled far away from other continents. If you meet them, you'd better take a detour. Except for the two old men who lead the way, the rest of the group are all young and old. Not big, with a very special identity, and more secretive behavior. It seems that he doesn't like Yufeng very much, and likes to trek mountains and rivers with two legs. Some sword cultivators who stayed in Aquarius Island in Luzhou, Beiju, suffered a lot before, and now they are still I don't know their traces, they disappeared out of thin air. You must know that there is a sword fairy in Yupu Realm among them. Besides, except for a very small number of people in Dali, including me, there are less than five people on the mountain and down the mountain. I know the qualifications. The reason why I know this is that the other party greeted our Da Li Song family, which is a bit of politeness with a host, lest Beiju Luzhou lose a dozen sword cultivators and let us look for them blindly. But you met The possibility of reaching them is unlikely."

Chen Pingan thought for a while, nodded and said: "If I guess correctly, it should be led by the Zhongtu Confucian Temple, together with the Qi practitioners of the Onmyoji School and the Artisan, are re-establishing the time scale, and determining the length, weight, and volume. This is the top priority of Haoran World after the Great War. Someone needs to travel all over the Jiuzhou Mountains and Rivers to reproduce the weights and measures determined by the Rites in the past. Anyone who bumps into it at such a time is not looking for death. After several years of prison life, it is considered a Confucian Temple is very reasonable."

The current climate of Haoran Tianxia is not stable. In addition to the influence caused by the mutual entanglement with the wild world, it is also related to some "leakage" in Haoran world's own way of heaven, so Chen Ping'an guessed that there have been some deviations in the heavy instruments used to accurately determine the weights and measures. And their difference is tantamount to being completely useless. As for who can cause this kind of damage to the Dao, there is no need to guess at all. It is the great ancestor of Tuoyueshan and Wenhai Zhoumi. Other than that, no one of the throne monsters can do it.

As for the intangible and far-reaching influence of this kind of avenue, a Qi practitioner on the top of a mountain with a grandeur in the world, the higher the realm, the deeper the experience.

Song Jixin was amazed, and said with a smile: "As expected of being a hermit official, you can guess all of this."

The two turned around and walked slowly, Chen Pingan asked: "Ma Kuxuan is so nonsense, no one cares?"

Credit month, Chunqing, Xu Bai. One young and two alternates in several worlds.

Although Ma Kuxuan acted perversely, at least he didn't speak big words, so the three of them must have suffered from Ma Kuxuan's hands. Credit Moon doesn't seem to be very good at fighting. As for Chunqing from Zhuhai Dongtian and that young Mr. Jiang, Chen Pingan has never been in contact with it, so it's hard to say. But according to the Shanshui Mansion newspaper that was spread to the top of the city back then, the latter two were too young, and they didn't seem to be used to the rivers and lakes. It's not surprising that they lost to Ma Kuxuan.

Song Jixin said: "There are too many military achievements, let's squander them casually. What's more, Ma Kuxuan's ability to provoke others, others don't know, you and I still don't know? On the mountain, we are of the same generation, and life and death have not yet been distinguished. It is too late for others to watch the excitement. What to persuade. Now that Ma Kuxuan is in Aquarius Island, he can walk sideways. There are countless young monks who really worship Ma Kuxuan. Those who don’t like his domineering style can’t wait for Ma Kuxuan to drink cold water He would choke to death, and he would fall if he sprained his foot while walking. The young people on the mountain who like Ma Kuxuan wish that Ma Kuxuan would become a fairy tomorrow, and ascend to the realm the day after tomorrow."

Chen Ping smiled and said, "Actually, I didn't meet Cao Ci or Fei Ran, otherwise Ma Kuxuan would change his name immediately."

Song Jixin said, "Where is Ma Kuxuan waiting for you?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "I've already taken care of the rest of the time."

Song Jixin asked suspiciously, "Why did you change your mind?"

Chen Pingan said: "Because he still didn't give up and didn't take the 'things but three' seriously, so he deliberately stayed by the Dadu River and waited for me. You know him best, and Ma Kuxuan is really good at provoking people. That means you have a good temper, otherwise I wouldn't be able to stand the staring and staring for so many years."

Song Jixin was a little helpless. One scolds two. All right, you two call.

Song Jixin walked towards an unassuming carriage in the distance, and the driver was a first-class priest of the Dali Companion Capital.

Turning his head, the young feudal lord found that guy was still standing there, as if he was waiting for him to get in the car. Song Jixin smiled and waved goodbye, feeling a little strange in his heart. Thinking about it again, I felt relieved, after all, I have been neighbors for many years and... half of the same family, "we are in the same line of literary sages", after thinking about it again, Song Jixin's face is weird, according to his seniority, does his mother's Chen Pingan count as himself? Your little uncle?

How could such a person become Wen Sheng's closed disciple?

Song Jixin sat in the carriage and began to think about this issue.

People who have never been neighbors with Chen Ping'an can't imagine how this mud-legged man is crazy about money. All day long, all year round, anyway, if you can’t afford to study or study, there are only two things, earning money and saving money, and according to the saying of Mudlegzi back then, if you have no money, saving money is earning money. I remember that after Chen Pingan said this, Zhigui was dusting the quilt in the yard, Song Jixin was sitting on the wall, dangling a money bag, and asked Chen Pingan if he wanted to borrow money to buy the Spring Festival couplets and the door god. Chen Pingan said no at the time.

This guy often went to the mountains to collect herbs, and he would only sell them to Yang's shop at the lowest market price, and he never bargained.

The folks in the village, as long as there is something to do, just say hello, Chen Ping'an will help, crop work, grabbing water in the middle of the night, weddings and weddings, every time the vigil will definitely go to dawn, relatives can't bear to go to sleep, and the boy sits alone there……

Every time at the New Year’s Eve, the young man who helped butcher the pigs and contributed a lot, went to the table according to the local custom. He only ate a large bowl of rice, and left the table with a chopstick of meat. When someone kills a chicken, if there are unwanted chicken feathers, they will say hello first, pick them up and take them home to make feather dusters and shuttlecocks.

Chopping firewood to burn charcoal, because I was worried about conflicts with young adults, if I wanted to burn charcoal, I had to travel a lot of mountain roads. There will be a surplus every year, so I will carry bags out of the mountains, carry them home, and then carry them around the door, and give them to neighbors in the neighborhood. They will also say that the firewood is not good, the charcoal is bad, and they cannot be sold for money. If someone asked him to eat, or some old people returned some eggs or something, he would not agree, and ran away just looking for an excuse.

I dig bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest and dry them in the sun. I collect the discarded porcelain clay from the dragon kiln bit by bit. I just caught a glimpse of my neighbor’s study room to clean up the supplies. If I have nothing to do, I take a little slug with me and go to the old porcelain mountain to browse and pick up. Make a wooden frame, select those porcelain pieces with relatively complete and similar patterns, and piece them together to make the hanging screen. Chen Pingan once asked Song Jixin if he would buy it. Song Jixin was actually very coveted at the time. All the broken porcelain pieces were decorated with dragon patterns. Hanging screen, but at that time the little slug had a loud voice, saying that one hanging screen would be enough to buy ten children's warm quilts, but if you don't buy this, it would be impossible for the coffin boards of the ancestors' graves to hold down... I heard it Song Jixin was upset. The little brat stepped on the bench in the yard next door, yelling and blowing his nose and throwing it at Song Jixin's yard. Song Jixin said that this thing was too rough and no one wanted to give it away. He could only make money from it. Too ignorant of conscience. After that, Chen Pingan stopped going to Lao Cishan to pick up rags. The few hanging screens he had originally made were given away to Liu Xianyang, Gu Can from Mu Ping Alley, and some neighbors whose children were in school.

Before the age of fourteen, the kiln worker apprentice who grew up eating hundreds of meals seemed to have paid off all the favors he owed when he was young.

For some reason, the lord of the feudal lord began to close his eyes to rest, but he just remembered the time when he took his maid back to Mubo Alley, and happened to see the straw-shoe boy standing at the door of his house. Before he took out the key and opened the door, Mudleg took a quick look. The neighbor's door and wall opened, and I couldn't help but step back and take a few more looks.

Song Jixin had some small regrets. He had known that he would have spent a few copper coins to buy that pair of porcelain hanging screens. He vaguely remembered that the workmanship was actually quite good and he was very attentive. There were flowers, plants and birds from all seasons.

I remember when I was a child, Song Jixin would occasionally leave Zhigui and go for a walk alone. He would come home late. Song Jixin was actually not very courageous. He was afraid of ghosts, so he would run and call Chen Ping'an's name. My peers who never lighted the lamp every night would open the door with a creak and a distant answer.

After Chen Ping'an went to Long Kiln to learn how to make porcelain, Song Jixin was getting older and had learned a few principles from books about not talking about strange powers and confusing gods. He stopped making such troubles and felt embarrassed. In addition, he was also afraid of making noise. Zhigui, after the update, there was such a quarrel between the two sides. It is estimated that even if one is willing to shout, the other will not respond. However, the little slug living at the other end of the Mud Bottle Lane took Song's place to carry firewood. For some reason, Gu Can always took a detour every time he went to the fields to catch eels alone, and had to go through a whole muddy road when he got home. When I returned home from Pingxiang, the little slug hung a small bamboo fish basket on its waist and shouted Chen Pingan's name vigorously while running. Whenever Chen Pingan was at home, he would always go out of the house, and most of them would stand outside the courtyard gate, chatting with Gu Can. Let's talk a few words. Occasionally, when Liu Xianyang got tired of listening, he would curse at the top of his voice and call ghosts. Before Gu Can stopped, he would reply and call his ancestors' names. He would quickly wake up that lazy Wang Zhu and burn incense together to pray for his ancestors' graves. Green smoke... Song Jixin actually knew it well. If Chen Pingan hadn't stopped the little slug and somehow convinced Gu Can, Song Jixin's family would change Spring Festival couplets and door gods every day. Song Jixin wouldn't feel bad about it. A few coins, but no one bothers.

Gu Can, this little bastard, holds more grudges than Chen Ping'an. He can really grit his teeth and stay up until midnight, then come to his door and throw rocks at the windows. The most terrifying part, which I thought was ridiculous at the time but became more and more terrifying the more I thought about it later, was that every time it rained, snowed, and was muddy, a string of shoe prints left in the alley belonged to adults, and the two slightly staggered sets of footprints only appeared in half of the alley. This means that Gu Can braved the rain and snow, and after leaving his house, he took a detour to the other side of the alley, then walked towards Chen Ping'an and Song Jixin, smashed the stones, and then ran away along the original road. , to this day, Song Jixin is very curious about that pair of adult shoes, who did Gu Can frame the blame for, whose house they were stolen from, and how exactly did this little slug "walk all the way" .

You know, Gu Can was only four or five years old at that time.

Today's Gu Can seems to have become a close disciple of the Lord of Baidi City before he was even thirty years old. He is already well-known as a "reasonable person" in the Middle-earth Divine Continent.

If Chen Ping'an could not help but be afraid of trouble when he was a child, so he became accustomed to it and became not afraid of trouble, then Gu Can's patience is really innate.

Even though Song Jixin reunited with Chen Pingan today, he still felt that Gu Can was actually more of a pure cultivator than Chen Pingan, a natural wild cultivator, or a natural descendant of Baidi City.

Moreover, Song Jixin was sure that in the next hundred years, Gu Can would definitely be one of the most outstanding genius monks in the Middle-earth Divine Continent, or one of them?

When Song Jixin thought of this, he laughed and said softly: "Our Mud Bottle Alley is a good place. I shouldn't be afraid of ghosts when I was a child."

By the Dadu River, Ma Kuxuan was alone, stretched his body, stretched his muscles, and then intertwined his fingers, waiting for a boxing contest that he had been waiting for for many years. It came late, so that he could wait.

But now it can probably be replaced with Asking Sword.

Yu Shiwu, who was half a friend, had already realized what was going on. That was the best thing about Yu Shiwu. He was willing to say some unpleasant and nice things once or twice, but he would not say too much and would not annoy others.

With his back to the gate of Jidu Temple, he was dressed in a green shirt and walked slowly. The swordsman, who was born left-handed, hung his sword on the right, with his right thumb against the hilt, and pushed the sword out of the sheath in no hurry.

This long sword is called "Night Tour".

Walking at night with a sword in hand, the light from the sword outside the sheath is as bright as the moon. At night in the world, a swordsman holds his sword like a candle.

Ma Kuxuan asked in his heart: "Do you want me to build a small world? The old rule is, draw a circle, whoever goes out will lose?"

Chen Pingan bent down slightly, held the "Night Tour" with his left hand, drew his sword out of its sheath, and swiped forward.

Quietly and silently, Chen Pingan, alone with one sword, took Ma Kuxuan by the side of Dadu, and disappeared into the world together.

He and Ma Kuxuan fought twice, but Chen Ping'an always remained silent and mute. Ma Kuxuan liked to chatter non-stop. After today, I believe Ma Kuxuan will definitely change this bad habit.

As a bird in a cage, Ma Kuxuan was placed in the vast and criss-crossing world of sword energy, squinting his eyes, he saw a ray of light suddenly appearing in the sky.

Between Ma Kuxuan, who was still motionless, and the sword light on the sky, the heaven and earth shook, and golden gods gradually stood up. Some were genuine golden bodies, and some were objects of Ma Kuxuan's imagination. There are as many as twelve in total.

Twelve majestic gods stand in the air, and under their feet are ancient stars that were also imagined by Ma Kuxuan.

Ma Kuxuan shrunk into a mustard seed, like a qi trainer traveling far away, seeing the sun, moon and stars.

In other people's little world, you have your own little world.

A sword slashed straight down. The sword light that was originally a straight line was bent eleven times. It was still one sword, cutting through the true and false golden bodies of the twelve gods.

Ma Kuxuan sneered, the figure of a mustard seed turned into nothingness.

But after Ma Kuxuan's body dissipated, the small world of Bird Sword Qi in the cage began to expand on its own, because an ancient ruins emerged, which was a large galaxy with swirling whirlpools.

Faintly, there are four towering heavenly gates, each on one side, hidden in the brilliance of the galaxy.

In the vortex of the galaxy, there is an extremely eye-catching golden thread.

On the east and west sides, the sun and the moon hang high, and each drags a spiral path of colorful light to the sky.

Before the war that swept the two worlds, there were two ascension platforms, one was the "Crab House" in Lizhu Cave Heaven that still remained relatively intact, and the other was Tuoyue Mountain in the wild world where the roads had long been disconnected. The realm of ascension was The founders of the three religions in that place were unable to completely break the restriction of the "Heaven" because the "landscape restriction" there was based on tens of millions of stars, all of which were differentiated from the corpse of a pair of deputy gods, and then combined with a great avenue. The long river of time manifested as "a certain truth" is intertwined.

When it comes to formations, a ruin of Tianting is the source of formations in several worlds.

In that war that year, there were quite a group of human monks. Because they did not evacuate the ruins of the battlefield immediately and stayed in it for a long time, they actually stood up at a certain moment and molded their golden bodies. Finally, under the guidance of the formation, they relied on their own inner strength. A certain type of divinity automatically merged with the Great Dao, quickly stripped away human nature, and became brand-new gods... Then some of these gods were detained in the major ancestral courts and sects of the military family, and some were killed by sword cultivators on the spot. , even if the golden body was completely shattered and the dissipated soul was permanently detained in the ruins and integrated with the formation.

It is said that Buddha was the last one to withdraw from this site, but he still could not really break the ban, because even if there is only a slight difference, it is a world of difference. The result is the same, and the heaven that seems to be in ruins will return to its old state. The "one". Once the gods return to their respective positions and can "fill in the gaps", they will even restore their appearance before the war.

At that time, the people who were protecting the formation of the Buddha were located near the four Broken Heavenly Gates, holding open the heaven and the earth. The most holy ancestor, the Taoist ancestor, the ancestor of the military strategist, and the "young swordsman" Chen Qingdu.

These old stories of the old Huangli that are destined not to be recorded in the book were all told by A Liang to Chen Pingan when he returned to the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

As for the demons suppressed by Bai Yujing, the ghosts suppressed by the Western Buddhist Kingdom, and the ritual saints stationed outside the world, to a large extent, they are to prevent any omissions from being taken advantage of by some remnants of ancient gods to increase their strength and reach the top of human cultivation. As long as they are detained by the gods and thrown into the ruins, no matter whether they are demons or ghosts outside the world, or even some "new people" outside the world, as long as the avenue is consistent, there is no need to practice at all, and they will instantly be gifted with supernatural powers. Brand-new gods can reappear in the world, and the reason why some high-ranking gods will be reincarnated as human beings in several worlds in the next ten thousand years is itself a "blocking road" in the battle of great ways, and we strive to survive in the ruins even if there is an eventuality. The rising new gods are unable to occupy certain key positions, especially those supreme positions.

And the sages of the rites and the sages of the Confucian Temple, as well as a small group of great monks in the ascension realm, plus the ancestors of hundreds of schools of thought who each "aligned with their own way", will all manifest themselves in various ways after the sage of rites "opens the door". Only then were they able to kill those new gods. It is a battle between the old and new ways that are at odds with each other. This is the reason why almost all the ancestors of various schools of thought are trying to prove the Tao through knowledge, but they rarely show up in the vast world, because they It is necessary to "eat full" in Haoran, and then to go to the outside world "respecting etiquette and following rules".

So in the past at the Great Wall of Sword Qi, whether it was Ah Liang or his senior brothers, they all respected Li Sheng very much.

A Liang even said that there are four people in the world who are popular wherever they go, and everyone respects them sincerely.

One is the most reasonable and the best at fighting in the world. The rules are heavy and the principles are heavy. They only fall on all the masters on the mountaintops, but they are light on the shoulders of ordinary masters.

And whoever was not convinced, the ceremonial sage, who rarely appeared in Chinese temples, would return to Haoran from outside the world and go to a certain ancestral hall of various schools of thought in person to reason with him.

A Liang said that there was once an ancestor of various schools of thought. He was driven to a panic and cursed the sage for being tyrannical in the name of the inner saint. As a result, the silent sage dragged him directly to the sky, and then ended After chatting for thirty years and asking one question, if it had not been for the help of Li Sheng to fill in the gaps in the family's knowledge, the latter would have almost turned to Confucianism to become a sage.

The other one is the leader of the Taoist clan, Grand Master Bai Yujing. There is also a Bodhisattva from the Western Buddhist country who vows not to become a Buddha until hell is empty.

Chen Pingan said there was no need to talk about the fourth one.

Ah Liang, who had been preparing for the hard work for a long time, held it in for another long time, and finally said angrily, "I never thought that our boss swordsman would have such no status in your kid's mind."

At that time, A Liang was walking on Taixiang Street, and he joked with Chen Ping'an. The old saying that tall people hold up the sky when it falls is true. At the same time, he lightly kicked away the little kid who dared to spit at him and express his admiration even if he didn't even know him. He kicked the kid so that he was lying on the door of his house like a doorkeeper. After he fell to the ground, he cried loudly, and then A woman immediately ran out, laughing and scolding A Liang for his lack of conscience, why he was so cruel to his biological son...

A Liang glanced at the crying child sitting on the ground and asked Chen Pingan if he looked similar. Chen Ping'an said it was okay, probably because his appearance was more like his mother's.

The woman immediately gave a thumbs up to Mr. Yin Guan and said with a smile that she planned to let her son recognize him as a godfather. Looking at the two idiots pretending to be deaf and mute and quickly leaving, the woman laughed endlessly.

Later, the child followed Feisheng City to the fifth world. The woman and her husband did not leave just because her husband was Nascent Soul, even if she was not an Earth Immortal.

Chen Pingan was standing outside a gate of heaven with a sword in his hand at the moment, and asked, "Would you be unable to let go if the guardian is not around?"

Ma Kuxuan's laughter resounded throughout the world, "Find me first and then talk, let's see who runs out of spirit energy first."

Chen Ping'an handed over the second sword in no hurry, holding it behind his back with one hand, holding the sword with one hand, and looked up at the gorgeous heavenly gate that towered into the clouds.

Regarding the Tianting Ruins, the Summer Palace did not have any secret records, which aroused Ah Liang's interest, and Chen Pingan even asked the boss Sword Immortal a few words.

The eldest swordsman gave a vague answer that was not an answer. He only said that there were two groups of sword cultivators back then. He took the lead in one group. He felt that since there were no gods above his head and he couldn't take over this territory, it was a good thing to completely Ban it, at least it can give future generations a chance. At least on this matter, he, Chen Qingdu, Long Jun and Guanzhao are all on the same side as the founder of the three religions. However, the other sword cultivator and the military ancestor all feel that this should not be the case. One feels that the credit is the greatest, and the other is ambitious, thinking that it will provoke a crazy counterattack from the fleeing remnants of the gods. What are you afraid of? It would be better if you come. At worst, there will be a complete elimination of future troubles, and the whole world will collapse. The long river of time exploded, and there was no more aura of heaven and earth, and future generations would be unable to practice. At worst, the handful of people who climbed to the top, no matter how many sentient beings died in those prototypes of the world, it would be up to them to find another place. After recuperating and recuperating for thousands of years, the human race will still be respected by then. As for the common people in the world in the future, the road to practice and climb will be cut off, and many accidents in the avenue will be saved. The avenue of heaven and earth will be more orderly and stable, and the heaven and earth will be isolated. The separation of people, and even the worries of the Taoist ancestors were all dispelled.

Ma Kuxuan's voice sounded again, full of joking, "If we choose to fight here, if we want to decide the outcome, we will really have to decide between life and death. And let me remind you, I have the right time and place. I will spend some time. Foreign things, but you have to spend your real life and work hard in a foreign land to earn the status of Sword Immortal. It’s hard-won. Why don’t you know how to cherish it just a few steps back home?”

Ma Kuxuan clicked his tongue and said: "Afraid of being poor, you will show off as soon as you have money? Then you are no different from those trash on the mountain who only know how to persuade me to give me a few more pounds of strength."

If Chen Ping didn't hear anything about it, he just took this opportunity to take a good look at the Tianmen.

Because this world is just an object of Ma Kuxuan's imagination, many details are very different from the truth that Chen Ping'an knows. As for the stars and the long river of time, they are just decorations to scare people.

Chen Pingan sheathed his sword and put it on his back again, saying: "Okay, the entire visualization ruins is you. What are you hiding? Do you really think I can't take you? This third game today, let's treat it as a tie. .In the next match, do whatever you want. If you are willing to divide life and death, I will give you a chance."

The next moment, Chen Pingan sacrificed the moon in the well, and four sword arrays with a rainbow-like momentum appeared out of thin air. Countless flying swords were like four snow-white galaxies, and four heavenly gates emerged in a mighty manner.

The world was silent for a moment, Ma Kuxuan manifested his mind and body, appeared next to Chen Pingan, and asked, "Aren't you afraid that I will reveal the roots and feet of your two flying swords."

Chen Ping'an said: "Every code is a code. Let's not talk about the grievances between us. You are a person who flaunts your power and often breaks up with others, but at least you are still a person who has knocked out his teeth and swallowed blood. To be honest, Apart from annoying you, I don’t find your actions disgusting. In my early years at the Great Sword Qi Wall, I met a sword cultivator with a similar temperament and temperament to you. Thanks to you, I got along well with him."

Ma Kuxuan smiled and said: "I have accepted a direct disciple. He is a pure martial artist and has pretty good qualifications. How about you give him the opportunity to ask Quan Luo Luoshan three times in the future?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Yes, the premise is that he has won my first disciple, and he asked Quan Pei Qian, which is also within three chances."

Ma Kuxuan said, "No problem."

Ma Kuxuan clasped the back of his head with both hands, and lazily said: "To be honest, this world makes me sick to death."

Chen Pingan said: "You are also disgusting to others, so you have no right to say that."

Ma Kuxuan laughed heartily.

Chen Ping tipped his toes and swung his body backwards. Ma Kuxuan retreated with all his heart. The two remained side by side, looking at the high hanging ancient ruins together.

Chen Ping said silently: "Boundless wind and moon, there is a world."

Ma Kuxuan sneered, "Books are the least valuable."

The two sides put away their respective small worlds almost at the same time.

By the Dadu River, Ma Kuxuan's body turned into a rainbow light and went to accompany the capital city.

With his sword on his back, Chen Ping returned to the Dadu Temple on foot.

While staying in the house, Chen Pingan borrowed several sage books from the ancestral temple. They were all books that were no longer banned by the Confucian Temple. Chen Pingan lit an oil lamp on the table and stayed awake all night. He just slowly turned over the books and occasionally Get up, push the window and look out, the cool breeze is blowing on your face.

After Chen Ping'an took the ferry and crossed the sea from Tongyezhou into the territory of Aquarius Island, the sun and moon in his mind, and the pile of time scrolls that he could detect but could never open at the gate of Taiping Mountain, totaling twenty The four pictures, as if the landscape restriction was automatically opened, can be opened, and one picture after another can be seen at a glance.

For example, during the Grain Rain season, a group of rural tea pickers walked into the Spring Mountain. Among them was a girl with a slender figure, picking tea with both hands, and her movements were skillful. Suddenly, someone was blown by the wind, like a wicker fluttering in the spring breeze. The girl suddenly looked up. , looking at a mountain top, there was a big snake coiling around the mountain, with faint eyes, as big as two patios. When he opened his mouth and took a breath, a mountain of tea pickers, men, women, old and young, all turned into white bones and fell to the ground.

In autumn, a large piece of gold, a young official sitting on the edge of the field, his boots are badly worn, laughing with an old farmer. The next moment, a gust of wind blew by, and the wheat ears were flying, and the grains were like flying swords. All the villages in a county were like a piece of thin white paper that had become pulpy after a heavy rain. A rural school in a thatched cottage suddenly lost the sound of reading.

In the library building of a wealthy family, lights are lit up at night. Suddenly, the entire mansion turned bright red. A demon monk with a pale face and scarlet lips slowly walked into it. Every time he snapped his fingers, a burst of light would explode next to the lights, on the walls, and on the windows. Big globs of blood.

On the top of a fairy mountain, an old fairy teacher led a group of children to make a snowman, and taught a handsome young man with a very aura. The old man seemed to be talking about praying for rain at the foot of the mountain. Dragon King, what kind of fun are you making? You insist on carrying water from the stream. You really think you are the Dragon King of the river. This will be tainted with cause and effect. Don't be so motivated in the future... The young man dealt with the master absentmindedly, and the old man lectured his disciples. , In fact, the eyes are full of pride... In an instant, sword lights flashed by, and there were headless corpses all over the ground, including the old man and the young man.

There are emperors and generals in that remote place, civil servants and military generals, Jianghu warriors, Shan Zeyexiu, and the genealogy and immortal masters of the small sect, all went to die one after another. They died generously and heroically, but they were destined to die unknown.

It's all about Tongyezhou's geomantic omen, and it's all about Tongyezhou's troubled times.

All the "small details" of beauty and dedication have long been crushed by the turbulent situation, and the entire Tongyezhou has been conclusively concluded, and it has been submerged in the long river of history by one after another. Chen Ping'an was once one of the "big trends in the world". His impression of Tongyezhou was even that of one of the worst monks on the mountain.

Cui Zhang clearly wanted to make Chen Pingan feel relaxed in Tongyezhou, but he couldn't relax at all. This Lord Yin Guan would not even have the slightest room to deceive himself and others. Twenty-four beautiful picture scrolls that were crushed, without delay, there are two hundred and forty ugly picture scrolls that are destined to be filthy, but you, Chen Pingan, don't forget, whether it is two hundred and forty or two thousand four hundred, you will never be able to Denying the existence of the twenty-four scrolls, and a continent, a mountain and a river, is it more than just "not worthy of death"?

Cui Chan wanted Chen Pingan to witness with his own eyes the beauties of all sizes up and down Tongyezhou Mountain. The rest of the eight continents in the whole Haoran world, together with the cultivator Tongyezhou himself, felt that Tongyezhou was a rotten mess, but Only you, Chen Pingan, can't do it. Did the next sect choose Tongyezhou? excellent. Then get along well with the arrogant and domineering monks from Aquarius Continent and Beiju Lu Continent!

As for these two continents, one is your hometown, which is inextricably related to your Luopo Mountain, and the other is the place where you have the most respected sword cultivators in the Grand Nine Continents. Want to be reasonable? Like to reason? Now that you have become a closed disciple of Wensheng's lineage, returned to your hometown, and become the master of the next sect, you are no longer just the hidden official of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, so you can be unreasonable to anyone if you Chen Ping'an is there Tongyezhou, who bucked the trend and acted as a hero, allows you to talk enough at one time!

But it's not enough if you don't understand the truth, because Chen Ping'an will be the most noticed scholar in the literary sage lineage.

The status of Wensheng lineage in Confucianism, Confucian Temple, and Haoran Tianxia, ​​the higher it is promoted, it is both a hermit official and suzerain. Since it is a closed disciple of Wensheng lineage, Chen Pingan must be a moral sage. It will be born out of the sky, the tide will rise, and the boat will be lifted up in the sky. Countless praises, heartfelt, mixed with malicious, aboveboard praises, sneaky compliments, everything, everything, is the ship. water.

Therefore, Chen Ping'an knew very well why his husband chose to "hide" in Gongdelin and once again chose to turn a deaf ear to what was going on outside the window.

Among all the picture scrolls of time, Chen Ping had only one scroll that he hadn't finished reading. He opened it every time and closed it quickly, so he didn't dare to read more.

Tonight is no exception.

It was a mean alley that was as wide and narrow as Niping Lane, a remote and secluded place where Tongyezhou was not known at all. In Little Rain Alley, there was a little girl who held up a small oiled paper umbrella and jumped up and down. As soon as I jumped, the oil-paper umbrella went up and down, crooked and slanted, and walked home briskly.

Chen Pingan suddenly withdrew his mind and closed the scroll of time again.

Holding a page tightly with two fingers, Chen Pingan took a deep breath, opened the page with his fingertips lightly, and simply closed the book.

Chen Ping got up and walked to the window, put his fingers together and lightly pressed against the window, muttering to himself, "I know, this is a chess game where I want to play against you. You are very good at embroidery and tiger chess, because you are no longer here. It's just the endgame of Tongye, Baoping, and Beiju Lu Sanzhou chessboard."

Chen Pingan said softly: "Mr. Qi, Cui Chan is too much of a bully, young brother, don't you care?"

The world is silent, and the night is silent.

Chen Pingan asked himself and answered: "I guarantee that the big brother will lose this time."

But this time, Cui Chan actually hoped that the senior brother would lose and the younger brother would win. I hope it won't be like the Shujianhu questioning game again, where the Great Li Guoshi wins without any taste.

It's just that if you want to win against Xiuhu in a game of chess, you can imagine how difficult it is.

In fact, after Chen Pingan experienced the battle of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, he can accept the life and death of many "strong people", but only when facing those weak people, there are countless people who seem to be himself in Niping Lane, Liu Xianyang from his hometown, and little slugs. , Chen Pingan would feel that under the general trend, the departure of countless "weak people" is still wrong, still not good. That's why Chen Pingan didn't even dare to look at the last scroll between the heart and the lake until now.

It seems that regardless of the result, the little girl holding the umbrella will keep walking in the alley and live.

Or maybe she had gone home and put away the little oil-paper umbrella. There will be family members sitting around, there will be friendly lights, and there will be family reunions.

Even if you don't talk about people's hearts, just talk about some people's fortunes in Tongyezhou. Up and down the mountain, it is a sworn enmity, involving the gains and losses of personal interests. On a certain day, there was a conflict with Yugui Zong Shen Zhuanfeng and Na Weiying, and finally the old patriarch Jiang Shangzhen had to make a choice that was absolutely impossible to be happy with in order to enshrine Zhou Fei. This is why Chen Pingan changed his mind temporarily. From Yiyantang, he decided that Cao Qinglang would be the next suzerain, to the saying "If you have any objections, you can discuss it again" on Luopi Mountain. In fact, Chen Pingan didn't trust Cao Qinglang, but Cao Qinglang After all, he was still too young, and some of the choices he made would overwhelm his heart too early.

Chen Pingan knew that the feeling was not good, and some sufferings were really just sufferings, which were of no benefit, and if he couldn't get over it, he couldn't get over it.

Therefore, Chen Pingan had already made a decision that the position of the next suzerain could be suspended first, and Cao Qinglang would continue to stay in the lotus root blessed land first, and then cultivate his mind for more than ten years.

After being a hands-off shopkeeper for too many years, Chen Pingan also wants to make up for his mistakes, just treat it as a "it's not that it's not time to report". Although the next sect does not have a suzerain for the time being, he will not show his face too much. He only asked a certain deputy mountain master to put on a fierce posture of "coming to Tongyezhou, just to make money for harmony" from the very beginning. For example... Cui Dongshan. Anyway, sharing worries for one's husband is also the meaning of being a student.

Before I knew it, it was dawn.

Chen Ping narrowed his eyes.

In the distance outside the window, stood a smiling young woman with sharp eyes.

True Dragon, Wang Zhu, Ascension Realm.

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In Shushui Kingdom, in the middle of the night, in the closed mountain god temple, a girl wearing embroidered shoes, after listening to the tall maid's words, put her hands behind her back, paced slowly, and after serious consideration, nodded, Fisting palms together, he said in a deep voice: "Scholars have a lot of sutras. If I read a few more books, I will definitely come up with such a small method. Pick a seed of reading and gather a lot of literary fortune. It will be done in one battle. How simple it is!" The number of ways. I can’t think of it?! As for cutting off the beard halfway and putting on the sack, it’s our old profession, and we can do it with our eyes closed.”

A plump maid nodded vigorously and patted her horse with a few beards. The mountain god Wei Wei heard the good words first, and then he was so angry that he punched the woman hard on the chest, causing the latter to stagger back. The girl cursed. : "Don't grow your brain, it's here. How dare you not show your face when Chen Ping'an came to your own temple, and salute with a young sword fairy? You are so arrogant, why don't you go to be a Mr. Tiger's Mansion? How wronged you here? Huh?"

The plump maid was silent, she didn't dare to reply, she just rubbed her heart.

Wei Wei was still annoyed, so he stood on tiptoe again, grabbed the tall maid by the ear, and yanked the tall maid's head hard, and reprimanded her: "You are also an idiot, you don't know how to keep the most sympathetic maid Chen Ping's guest? Do you know what a young sword fairy from the Dali Dynasty means in our Shushui country? It means that your mother has a little bit of light with him, and at most begs him to stay for a while. Calligraphy or something, then the three of us can wander freely in Shushui Kingdom from now on."

After scolding people and getting angry, the girl with embroidered shoes sighed, let go of her fingers, looked at the two seemingly respectful but actually happy fools, and said helplessly: "I have a close relationship with the court of the Shushui Kingdom, but you think that Sword Immortal, do you think he just gave us a hand?"

Seeing the two idiots staring at each other, he rolled his eyes slightly, then put his fingers together, pointed to his own eyes, then pointed to the tall maid, and suddenly clenched his fists, shouting Rumble, similar to Dalei, said with a wry smile: "Think about it, Chen Pingan, a sword fairy, has come to our place several times?"

The tall slender maid timidly said: "Three times."

Wei Wei said angrily: "In less than thirty years, a young sword fairy visited a small hill three times. What does this mean? It means that there will definitely be a fourth time! Do you think the first sentence he spoke By the way, why are you asking about the arrangement of the statues in the temple? If you are wrong... If our mountain shrine does something wrong, you can see if he will leave. Believe it or not, even if you drive him away, he will stay with me Let’s talk a few words! He is a ruthless man with a smiling face, a knife hidden in his sleeve, and he kills violently without even discussing it... If it weren’t for my foresight, I would have known that he would go through this again, so I properly preserved those broken stones early on. , whether the three of us can still talk at this moment, I guess it's hard to say."

The tall slender woman said cautiously: "Could it be that the empress is thinking too much? He is a guest at our temple this time, and he looks very friendly, without the slightest air of a sword fairy."

In the cool shade of the ancient pine outside the door, the Sword Immortal in Qingshan was sitting on a stone bench with a warm smile, talking to her, and even invited her to sit down and chat with her.

Wei Wei gave her a sideways look, and the tall slender maid immediately shut up.

Wei Wei waved her sleeves, and the door opened. She sat on the threshold, resting her cheeks on her hands, and began to think about things.

The land of mountain gods covers one and a half counties, and roughly governs the mountains and rivers of six counties. In the past, Wei Wei didn't like to greet the gods of the Confucian Temple and Wu Temple. All the official hats were not big, and they liked to have their eyes above their heads. At most, they would deal with the county town god who was a head shorter than her, and the latter was more interesting.

Wei Wei finally said: "You two, go to the town god's temples in those counties, and carefully review all the merit books. In our own land, all the seeds of reading, that is, those who are expected to be scholars and tribute students, are all recorded in the books one by one, and then we will go to the town god's temple. Do as the sword fairy said, the water flows long... and those so-called families of good deeds, alas, my heart hurts, my heart hurts, I really feel sorry for me, you also share some yin and virtue, and hide them in the door gods posted by them I can't help you with a lot of help. Our family is too weak at the moment. Let's do a little help to dispel the evil spirit and the evil wind first. Wait until the Jinshi master is named on the gold list, and then come to our temple to fulfill his vows. It adds a lot of cultural luck, and then we will discuss it in the long run, Chen Ping'an One thing is right, now it is no different than before, you can’t do a one-shot deal, as long as you can make a good start, you have to look at the long-term.”

In addition to being afraid of a sword fairy who is full and will often visit the house, the reason why Wei Wei is willing to "follow orders" in the final analysis is of course profitable, and the risk is extremely small. Wei Wei feels that in the long run, if you follow the Doing what he said, there is indeed hope that the drought and flood will keep the harvest, and one day, the mountains and rivers of a place can be managed properly, and you can lie down and enjoy the blessings. Becoming a mountain god, thinking about opening up a mansion, and then thinking about the mountain god who is the prince of the five mountain kings, life will have something to look forward to...

Otherwise, if Chen Pingan is just talking about morality and merit, she, Wei Wei, will continue to eat and wait to die. The next time she meets him, she will lie on the ground and pretend to be dead. Chen Pingan can't really beheaded with a flying sword. ?

But Wei Wei had to admit that he was really afraid of Chen Pingan.

Over the years, deep in her heart, she would think of that young man, and it would be good if she died, so as not to scare herself later. It's just that when she thought about it again, she felt that it would be a pity that the young man was really going to die.

The plump maid was a little eager to try, and reminded softly: "Mountain God Empress, Chen Jianxian seems to have said that we can entrust a dream to that passing reading seed first."

Wei Wei turned his head and said with a look of disgust: "Just you? The Goddess of Huanshan Shrine? Shame you into the crowd and walk away. Others push you with your hands. It's better for you to hit you with your big butt. Do you think that scholar saw it? What do you think of you? Good luck, I treat you like a mountain fox, bad luck, a scholar dreams of wandering in temples, he thought he was just shopping, and his first thought was to quickly look inside the money bag The silver taels are not enough."

Wei Wei pointed to the tall slender woman, "It's just you, the three of us, you just happened to have read a few books, and you can chat a little more with scholars..."

The maid looked a little embarrassed. But even if he was killed, he didn't dare to say this. He only dared to silently recite a few words of earnest teaching in his heart, which is earnest.

Wei Wei stood up abruptly, then smiled like a flower, and hey, "Old Sword Immortal Song is here."

A white-haired old man walked slowly towards the mountain shrine with his hands behind his back, "Talking about you, I'm going to revisit the old place, just wander around, and I won't look through the almanac tonight."

Wei Wei complained: "As soon as Senior Song's Zhuangzi moved away, the nearby mountains, rivers, and martial arts disappeared out of thin air. Not only the small mountain temple here, it's a miserable place. Everyone who is used to extravagant life My old city gods, they all started to search and search, and they are living their lives tight."

Song Yushao glanced at the temple plaque, then moved his gaze down to the three golden statues in the temple, and said with a smile, "It must have cost a lot of money."

Wei Wei stretched out his hands to cover his mouth and smiled, "I'll just make do with the miserable days. Fortunately, it's not some fairy money. I have a lot of money, and I still have some left over."

Song Yushao sat on the bluestone bench, jokingly said: "Did you just find out now that one of the four evil spirits of the Shushui Kingdom is not easy to be, and was almost taken away by a prostitute mountain god to become the wife of the village. Is it even more difficult to be the Goddess of the Mountain now?"

Wei Wei shook his head lightly, "It's very good."

Song Yushao sneered, the mountains and rivers of the place are lucky, the old man is a veteran of the world, roughly speaking, it is still possible to do it. As for this mountain god temple, if it can't last for a hundred years, it will be so hungry that the golden body of a mountain god empress can't stand the wind and rain.

With his hands behind his hands, Wei Wei walked down the steps, with light steps, and said with a smile: "Senior Song, I was deliberately hiding my clumsiness before, and I was too lazy to move. Let me tell you about my plan now?"

Song Yushao nodded and said, "I would like to hear the details."

After listening to Wei Wei's plan, the old man didn't take it seriously at first, especially the shortcut in the landscape and officialdom, which is not a long-term way. The old man was speechless and unable to refute the sentence "the gods of mountains and rivers, where the spirit lies, lies in the sincerity of the heart". Song Yushao stared at this confident mountain god empress for a long time, and said puzzledly: "Wei Wei , why do you seem to have a brain all of a sudden?"

Wei Wei raised his head, laughed loudly, wiped his mouth, and waved his hands, "Small tricks are not worth mentioning. I have only used three or four successes."

Song Yushao stood up and smiled, "It's the best, I won't come here to hang out in the future."

When I was young, I felt that the journey of mountains and rivers was only a few steps, but when I was old, it would be far away.

Wei Wei looked at the hunched white-haired old man, sighed, restrained his smile, and said honestly: "To tell you the truth, Chen Pingan taught me this method. How could I expect this?"

Song Yuzhuo hummed, nodded, and said calmly, "I guessed it a long time ago."

The old man turned and left.

The tall slender woman came to the side of the Goddess of the Mountain, and sighed: "Senior Song really knows things like a god."

Wei Wei scolded with a smile: "He guessed a fart, didn't you notice that Song Yushao was wandering up the mountain and running down the mountain?"

The old man did not go straight to his own mountain temple, but went back to the small town near Zhuangzi in the past, and found the restaurant where the old man sat in the old place.

The owner of the shopkeeper has been changed and changed again. It is the grandchildren who are running the business. In fact, the ingredients for the hot pot are also cut corners. You don’t need chopsticks in the pot. Yu Shao didn't say much, there was nothing to say at all. On the contrary, I hope that this restaurant, whose hot pot taste is not so authentic, will have better business in the future, and maybe wait until the day when I earn enough money, I will start to pay attention again.

Even though the young shopkeeper recognized Song Yushao, the old sword master of the Shushui country who had a good relationship with his grandfather, but the table was filled with hot pot ingredients, and the young shopkeeper was inevitably a little guilty after serving them one by one. He didn't feel ashamed to start a relationship with the old man, said a few polite words, and left quickly.

Song Yu Shao didn't ask for two sets of bowls and chopsticks, but he asked for two wine glasses. One wine glass was placed on the opposite side of the table, and the wine was not poured. The old man took a sip of the wine and cursed a few words. Go ahead, I'm so jealous of you.

After only drinking a few glasses of wine, the old man still couldn't help standing up, went to fill the glass with wine, sat down again, muttered something vaguely, and didn't know if it was a curse or what.

Song Yushao suddenly turned his head and said with a smile, "Why are you two here?"

It's the grandson Song Fengshan and his granddaughter-in-law Liu Qian.

When the two sat down, Song Fengshan smiled and said, "It was Wei Wei who sent the letter. After receiving the letter, on the way here, Liu Qian bet with me that Grandpa, you would definitely come here first. I didn't believe it, so I punished myself with three cups. "

Song Yushao said unhappily: "If you want to drink, just say so."

Song Fengshan was drinking wine, Liu Qian was cooking hot pot, but they didn't speak.

The old man endured it for a long time, and said with an angry smile: "Say! Have you seen that kid already?!"

Song Fengshan and his wife looked at each other and smiled, and then Song Fengshan gathered their voices together and had a conversation with his grandfather.

Song Yushao listened carefully, did not drink, did not put down his chopsticks, after listening, the old man silently picked up a large chopsticks, drank the wine in the glass, looked at the empty seat across the table, the full wine glass.

The old man put down the wine glass and chopsticks, looked left and right, looked at the grandson and grandson-in-law who were very good, smiled, slowly closed his eyes, opened them again, and finally looked at the empty space, his vision was blurred, the old man said softly : "It's a pity that I can't go to the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and I don't see the elegant demeanor of the hidden official sword fairy."

Song Yushao picked up the wine glass and chopsticks again, and laughed loudly: "The hot pot is all about wine, and the world is still the same!"

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Nan Po Suo Continent, an ordinary mountain on the shore of the sea, is just a veritable knot grass, and it can barely be regarded as a place for practice, even if it is a mountain of the lower five realms, it is actually not so simple.

In the three adjacent thatched huts, there are three people living in the upper five realms, two of whom are sword immortals.

Lu Zhi, Shao Yunyan, the Sword Immortal of Chunfanzhai, and Mrs. Yan Yan of the Plum Garden in the Upside Down Mountain.

After someone sacrificed swords at Taiping Mountain in Tongyezhou, Lu Zhi got up and walked out of the hut, squinting his eyes and looking to the southeast.

After Shao Yunyan and Feng Yan walked out of the room one after another, Lu Zhi said, "Officer Yin is back."

Mrs. Blush's face was stiff.

Shao Yunyan laughed out loud.

The handsome old sword celestial Qi Tingji chose the place where he founded his sect. Unexpectedly, it was neither the Shenzhou of China, where the mountains and rivers are the most extensive, nor the Aiaizhou, where the God of Wealth Liu was, but Nan Posuo continent.

Qi Tingji often comes here to chat with Lu Zhi. He didn't hide it, he obviously hoped that Lu Zhi would be the chief priest, even if he took a step back, it wouldn't hurt to be a sect clearer.

Naturally, Lu Zhi didn't want to be that enshrinement. As for the unrestricted guest minister, it was actually between two choices.

After all, both sides are sword cultivators of the Great Wall of Sword Qi. Qi Tingji's sword strikes in Haoran Tianxia did not disappoint. Especially when Chen Chun'an left Nanba Suozhou for the last journey to the sea, Qi Tingji was alone, defending the Dao with his sword for that mellow scholar.

In the end, Chen Chun'an succeeded in keeping Liu Cha, the bearded swordsman, in Haoran World, so that the great demon on the throne could not return to the Wild World.

However, Haoran Tianxia, ​​especially Zhongtu Shenzhou, still has a lot of criticisms for this mellow Confucian who lived and died for no reason. When he felt that the overall situation was settled, he didn't even kill a big monster of the Ascension Realm. The sun and the moon are like Chen Chun'an who is arranged, not dying when he deserves to die, not living when he can live, not giving charcoal in a timely manner, but wanting to add icing on the cake. After a big battle, except for barely protecting the mountains and rivers of Nan Po Suo Continent, there is no achievement... In today's barren world, even if there is an extra Liu Cha, so what?

If Qi Tingji hadn't used his sword once in the Shenzhou of Zhongtu, there would only be more complaints.

The person who was asked about the sword by Qi Tingji still had extremely hard bones after being hit by the sword. Even if Liu Cha was in the wild world, he gathered his luck and entered the fourteenth realm, so what? So Xiao Yun is not the same as the Fourteenth Realm Sword Cultivator? It's not the same as being driven to the battlefield outside the sky by left and right, and hasn't returned yet, and can't go to the wild world? Even if there is an extra Liu Cha, what a fart, if you Qi Tingji is really capable, you will return to the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and then carve a big character on the top of the wall... So Qi Tingji, who was too lazy to say much, rewarded that monk with a sword again.

A Jade Realm, but Qi Tingji had to pass two swords, he could only be seriously injured, but he could not be killed.

This made Qi Tingji return to Nan Po Suo Continent. After finding Lu Zhi here, for the first time, he did not persuade her to join his sect, but just drank silently.

If it was Lu Zhi, he would probably kill the Jade Realm with a single blow, and then simply return to the Jianqi Great Wall ruins.

Lu Zhi is in this magnificent world, the only two people who are willing to talk a little more, are the two beside her right now. Among them, she was blushing, and her words were always beating around the bush. Mostly, she wanted to persuade Lu Zhi to agree. She was just a guest, and she was a fellow villager. However, Shao Yunyan firmly opposed it. Even with his blushing face, Shao Yunyan didn't dare to speak too directly. He was worried that if he was not careful when he went out alone, he would get hit with a sword for no reason. So Shao Yunyan only said that Old Qi Sword Immortal, with excellent sword skills, naturally does not need Mr. Lu to add icing on the cake, he can be considered as a guest minister, if he is the chief priest.

"Qi Tingji is right. In his sect, there must be a sword fairy who is not very disciplined. I will promise him to be a guest minister."

Lu Zhi said: "Shao Yunyan, with a blushing face, you travel together to the Shenzhou of the Middle Earth, and then go around to the Luzhou of Beiju, and finally go to see the hermit official."

Shao Yunyan nodded, "It's best like this, otherwise the intention will be too obvious."

As for whether Lu Zhi should be the guest minister or not, Shao Yunyan actually didn't have much idea, it was just that he couldn't get used to blushing before.

Madam Yan Yan tentatively said, "Mr. Lu, why don't I stay here with you?"

Lu Zhi said calmly, "You guys leave immediately."

Mrs. Yan Yan was full of complaints, she really didn't want to see the hidden official. The plum garden was missing last time, what about this time?

Shao Yunyan took a deep breath. Now that they knew that Yin Guan had finally returned to the Haoran world, then Xie Songhua in Aiaizhou, Songpin in Jinjiazhou, Li Cai in Luzhou in Beiju... all Haoran sword immortals who walked through the Great Wall of Sword Qi, relying on the Taiping Mountain Sword sacrifice, everyone should know about this.

Snowy Continent.

In the early years, she suddenly agreed to be the female sword fairy enshrined by the Liu family. Xie Songhua returned to the Leigong Temple from the ancestral hall of the Liu family to discuss matters. . Xie Songhua even specifically reminded Liu Shi that whenever there is an agenda, no matter how big or small, please remember to send a letter from Feijian, as long as she is in Aiai Island, she will definitely arrive. After all, she is a serious worshiper, she can contribute, even if she has no chance to contribute, she should offer advice and suggestions.

According to the general sects on the mountain, they have been slandering for a long time, but the Liu family of Aiaaizhou, no matter how big or small the discussion is, they really know how to send a letter to Xie Songhua with flying swords, and give money in different ways every time. Even Xie Songhua's share of the immortal money spent by the disciple's sword practice is not short of money. Xie Songhua is inevitably a little bit sorry, this time when he left the Liu's Patriarch Hall, he asked Liu Jubao if there was such a Liu Jubao. For the enemy that Shi wants to kill but is not suitable for it, she will come and go back and forth quietly.

Liu Jubao said no.

Now the three masters and apprentices almost regard Leigong Temple as half of their home.

Pei Axiang didn't care at all, it wasn't deserted, and it wasn't too noisy, it was actually not bad.

It's just that the female sword fairy has some words that people can't bear, why Axiang, you are so handsome, it's a pity not to find a man.

Today, Xie Songhua Yujian fell outside the gate of Leigong Temple, two disciples were on the other side of the steps, looking forward to it.

As soon as Pei Axiang saw Xie Songhua, she immediately got up and returned to the temple.

After Xie Songhua landed, she joked, "Do you want Master to help you find a teacher's wife?"

Zhao Mu suddenly said: "So Master is not a woman?"

Ju Xing looked helpless, "So you are a fool?"

Xie Songhua stopped joking, and said in her heart: "Master will take you to Aquarius Island."

Bamboo Sea Cave to Heaven, Qingshen Mountain.

Chunqing lay prone on the railing, resting her chin on her hands.

A woman, with absolutely green hair on her temples, walks barefoot.

She looked at the only disciple who was wandering thousands of miles away and smiled knowingly.

She was once so bored, lying on the green bamboo railing in a daze, and then an even more boring scoundrel appeared, resting her head on the railing, then turned her head sideways, squinted her eyes, her face was serious, and she couldn't take her eyes off it, but when she opened her mouth, she was not. A serious person said, "Sister, I accidentally crushed the railing. But it's okay. If Qingshen Mountain wants you to pay compensation, just tell me my name. Remember, my name is A Liang, kind Liang!"

When she stood up, he also stood up, leaning against the railing with a bright smile, "You must be the lady of Qingshenshan, otherwise my sister is so beautiful. If I were the lady of the mountain god, I would be so jealous that I would be jealous. Liver, I can’t tolerate you being a neighbor. I squat on your bedside every night in the middle of the night and poke your face with bamboo sticks, but I won’t really poke melon seeds. After all, even a woman will like you if she sees you... I think You are probably not the Mountain Goddess, do you know why? Haha, it’s very simple, I actually have a relationship with her, hehe, you know.”

The man raised his hands, winked, and jabbed his thumbs together, "This is my old friend."

She asked him then, "Are you courting death?"

An Ascension Realm, she is sitting on the top of the mountain again. In a bamboo sea cave, tens of millions of green bamboos can be turned into flying swords, so she is half a sword cultivator.

The man's face was actually shy. He glanced at the room on one side of the corridor, as if he didn't dare to look at her. He lowered his head slightly, half-smiling but not smiling, and stopped talking.

The last person, when Yufeng fled, was holding his butt.

Chunqing came back to her senses, raised her head and asked, "Master, why did that Ah Liang go to the Western Buddhist Kingdom inexplicably?"

She smiled and said, "It's good to be a monk."

Beiju Luzhou.

Caique Mansion, a tea shop at the foot of the mountain.

Opposite Wu Yu, who was in charge of the female patriarch of law, was a handsome man in white robe, with a lazy posture, almost lying on the table.

Wu Yan said helplessly: "Yumi, can you restrain yourself?"

The golden elixir sword cultivator named Yu Mi, who had been the official guest of Caique Mansion for many years, yawned and said aggrievedly: "Sister Wu Yu, what's going on? I didn't say a word, not even a sideways glance. , just take a walk on the mountain, it won’t work.”

Wu Yu handed him a cup of tea, then lifted the cup and put it down. He stretched out his fingers and rubbed the center of his brow, "You are a disaster. If you continue like this, the reputation of our Caique Mansion will be ruined. Even if you don't provoke them, you can still Those little girls who are not deeply involved in the world, everyone has a love for beauty, and you are a golden core sword cultivator..."

Speaking of this, Wuya probably felt that he couldn't blame Yu Mi from Luo Luo Mountain. This guy was indeed too good-looking, and he really didn't offend anyone, but he was just an ordinary person overlooking the cliff, or enjoying the scenery in the heavy snow. , dressed in white and holding a green bamboo stick, or in the pouring rain, holding an umbrella and walking slowly, twisting peach branches in his hands... This sword is as good as Yumi, and he doesn't speak, which is equivalent to talking. The key is the silent victory. sound...

Yu Mi was even more aggrieved, lying on the table, twisting the teacup with his fingers, "They say that your swordsmanship in Luzhou, Beiju, is as good as the clouds, and there are swordsmen everywhere. They can catch a lot of them, so I boldly used a golden elixir." The name of sword repairer, if I knew it earlier, I wouldn’t have a swollen face to pretend to be a fat man, and I will honestly be my sea-observing realm Qi practitioner.”

After Yu Mi arrived at Caique Mansion, he didn't make a move.

So until now, Wu Yu still couldn't determine Yu Mi's true realm, but she could be sure that the other party was not in the Guanhai realm, and was most likely a hidden Nascent Soul sword cultivator.

As for Yu Mi, she seemed to care about Zhao Luan very much, but it wasn't that kind of love between a man and a woman. Instead, she was like an elder, protecting the younger generation.

As a result, there seems to be something wrong with the Palace Master's proud disciple, Liu Guibao. Liu Guibao and Zhao Luan used to have a very good relationship, but now there is a little awkwardness.

With a cold face, Liu Guibao came to the tea shop from the bottom of the mountain and put a secret letter on the table.

Mi Yu's eyes lit up, he clasped his hands together, and muttered something, and then opened the secret letter. He almost burst into tears on the spot. Unable to hold back, he turned around and thanked Liu Baobao and said with tears in his eyes: "Miss Liu, you are so kind and kind that I can't repay you." , who dares to bully you in the future, except Palace Master Sun, except Sister Wuyu, except all the earthly immortals in Beiju Luzhou, then you can tell me openly, I will take care of beating the other person..."

Liu Guibao just stared at him blankly.

Isn't it you who deserves the most beating?

Mi Yu knew the answer in the girl's eyes, but he still pretended to be stupid. He just stopped talking. Mi Yu carefully put away the secret letter from Piyun Mountain, stood up, took a deep breath, and finally could reply.

Suddenly three sword repairmen came with their swords, Wu Yu and Liu Guibao got up quickly.

It was actually a female sword fairy, Duckweed Jianhu, and the suzerain Li Cai.

There are two direct successors by his side, Chen Li, a sword cultivator at Jindan Realm, who is extremely young, and Gao Youqing, a sword cultivator at Longmen Realm who has to be relatively young.

Chen Li smiled, and said with a smile from his heart: "Isn't this Mi Dajianxian? His demeanor is even better than before. It almost blinds me."

Listen, how familiar it is, as expected of the little hidden official of the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

You can't even scold back.

Mi Yu really likes these, it's been a long time since.

After Li Cai said hello to the two female cultivators from Caique Mansion and chatted politely, he said to Mi Yu in his heart: "If I don't go to Aquarius Continent, Sword Immortal Laomi will escort them both to Luo Po Mountain."

Mi Yu said: "I have to go to Yunshang City first, and bring Zhao Shuxia with me."

Li Cai waved his hand, "Even if you bring all the female cultivators in Caique Mansion, I won't care about you, but I have agreed beforehand that if you dare to hook up with Youqing, I will kill you. Even if you don't hook up with you, as long as Youqing has thoughts about you, I’ll chop you to death as well.”

Mi Yu said with a smile: "Li Jianxian doesn't know something. Some girls, when I look at them in the eyes, I know if they have something in their hearts."

Li Cai tutted his tongue and said, "You are so shameless that you are saying fake and serious things. Is it the natal supernatural power of your flying sword?"

Mi Yu nodded with a smile, and then asked: "I really don't see that Zhou Gongfu?"

Li Cai scolded, "You bastard who has no conscience, he should come see me."

Miyu nodded vigorously, "That's reasonable!"

Aquarius Island.

A Hanlin editor surnamed Cao, who was ranked second in the new science of the Great Li Dynasty, suddenly fell ill and quietly left the capital. At a Xianjia ferry, he took a ferry to Niujiaoshan ferry.

In addition, the descendants of Luoposhan's genealogy, the priests, the guests, and the people who had a good relationship with Luoboshan all started to set off one after another.

On the Yunzhou ferry, Jiang Shangzhen sat on the railing and said with a smile, "I thought you would fight twice in a row."

Chen Pingan shook his head.

At that time in the Jidu Temple, he and Wang Zhu chatted for a while, only through the window, inside and outside the house.

She asked a question, "Why was the contract terminated?"

Chen Pingan asked a question, "Have you thought about it, do you really want to be the Duke of Jidu?"

As a result, neither party gave an answer.

Wang Zhu returned to the water of Dadu and continued to retreat.

The Yunzhou ferry docked slowly at Niujiaoshan Ferry.

Pei Qian and Jiang Shangzhen were accompanied by nine sword fairy embryos.

But Chen Ping'an left the ship and landed early.

Landed on a mountain path, and finally walked on the two small graves, knelt down and kowtowed.

Then he took out the small bags one by one and began to add soil to the grave.

The man in the blue shirt, who was already in his forties, poured a jug of wine in front of the grave, knelt on one knee, bent his waist, lowered his head, and spoke silently in his heart.

Finally, the man trembled slightly, wrinkled his face, and chuckled softly: "Mom, dad, don't worry. Except for being away from home for a long time, everything has been fine for these years outside."

Chen Pingan was silent for a long time and stayed in place for a long time.

By the time he got up and slowly walked down the mountain, it was already dusk. By the time Chen Ping'an took a short detour and visited the former immortal tomb, took a look at it from a distance, and then walked back to the end of Mud Bottle Alley, it was already late at night.

He took out a bunch of keys, opened the courtyard door with brand-new Spring Festival couplets on both sides, gently closed the courtyard door with the door god on it, opened the door again, looked up at the word "spring", entered the house, and Chen Pingan lit the table. Turning on a light, lying on the table, originally wanted to watch the night, but accidentally fell asleep like that.

I don’t know how many days and nights I slept.

At dawn that day, Chen Pingan sat up. Although he was a little sleepy, he got up slowly and found that there was only Pei Qian outside the door.

Pei Qian said with a smile: "I stopped Sister Nuanshu and Xiaomi Li and asked them to wait for Master at the gate at the foot of Jise Peak."

Chen Pingan smiled and nodded, "Today?"

Pei Qian nodded vigorously, "More people are at the entrance of the Patriarch Hall. They are all here. The younger senior brothers have arrived, and they are probably still lying on the ground and taking a nap at this moment."

If Wei Shanjun hadn't used the landscape restriction, it is estimated that the entire Beiyue area would have noticed that the weather in Ji Se Peak was strange.

Chen Pingan closed the house and courtyard doors, stood in Niping Lane, and said, "Follow."

A green shirt soared up, followed by a black suit.

The two of them landed at the gate of Jise Peak.

A girl in a pink skirt and a little girl in black returned from the Lotus Root Blessed Land. The warm tree gave a blessing and called "Master". The other grinned so big that the dustpan was so big that he couldn't close his mouth.

Chen Pingan squinted his eyes and smiled, rubbed his head with one hand, and said with a smile, "Let's go up the mountain."

Dressed in a blue shirt with the hosta removed, he appeared at the top of the steps, only to find that outside the Jise Peak Patriarch Hall, there were dozens of his students, disciples, Luopo Mountain priests, guests, as well as their respective disciples and friends.

Compared with the first Ji Se Peak Patriarch Hall, there are too many more people.

Chen Ping moved forward slowly, and finally stopped. He was in a trance for a while.

Pei Qian walked forward quickly with Nuan Shu and Xiaomi Li, walked towards the crowd, and turned to face Chen Pingan together.

The mountain wind blew, and he was wearing a blue shirt with a sword on his back, and his sleeves fluttered.

Facing everyone in front of him.

The mountain lord Chen Ping'an faced the crowd and suddenly clasped his fists in salute.

Everyone on the opposite side returned the greeting solemnly.

Chen Pingan was the first to cross the gate of the Patriarch Hall.

Inside the Jise Peak Patriarch Hall.

There are three hanging portraits, Wen Sheng, Qi Jingchun and Cui Cheng.

Wearing a green shirt, he stood at the front, holding incense in both hands.

Behind Chen Pingan.

It's student Cui Dongshan, student Pei Qian, and student Cao Qinglang.

The manager of Luolu Mountain has a long life, and the accountant Wei Wenlong.

Zhu Lian, a martial artist at the top of the mountain, Lu Baixiang at the far-flung state, the Jindan bottle neck sword Xiu Sui on the right side, and Wei Xian at the far-traveling state.

Chen Lingjun, Chen Ruchu, Shi Rou.

Luolu Mountain protects the mountain for worship, and the right protector surrounds rice grains.

Jiang went, Zhang Jiazhen. Under the Zhao tree, Zhao Luan.

Cen Yuanji, Yuanbao, Yuanlai. Ah Man whose real name is Zhou Junchen.

Jiang Shangzhen, a swordsman in Immortal Realm. Autumn planting at the peak of Yuanyuan Realm. Miyu, the bottleneck sword repairer in Yupujing. Yuanying Sword Cui Wei.

Named worship, blind Taoists Jia Sheng, Zhao Denggao, Tian Jiu'er. Beiju Luzhou Phi Mazong Yuanying monk Du Wensi, Jindan sword repair Panglanxi.

Peixiang, the lord of the Fox Kingdom, Yuanying Shui Jiaohong, Qidunshan Yunzi.

The nine sons of the Sword Immortal, He Gu, Yu Xiehui, Cheng Chaolu, Nalan Yuji, Yao Xiaoyan, Yu Qingzhang, He Xiangting, Bai Xuan, and King Sun Chun.

People watching the ceremony.

Liu Xianyang. There are also Li Er, Li Liu, and Han Chengjiang. Lin Shouyi, Yu Lu, thank you, Dong Shuijing.

Wei Bo, the king of Beiyue Mountain. Taihui Jianzong Liu Jinglong, disciple Baishou. Dong Gu, the founding disciple of Longquan Jianzong. The turtle carries Liu Chongrun. Old Dragon City Fan Er, Mrs. Gui, disciple Jin Su. Sun Jiashu. Duckweed Jianhu is the direct descendant of Chen Li, Gao Youqing. Shao Yunyan, the sword fairy of Chunfanzhai, is Mrs. Yan Yan who hangs upside down on the mountain. Shujian Lake Zhenjing Zong Li Fuqu, Zhou Caizhen. Wei Yusong, God of Wealth of Phi Mazong. Sun Qing, the master of Caique Mansion, and Liu Guibao, his disciple. Xu Xingjiu in Yunshang City is dedicated to Huanyun. Xie Songhua, the Sword Immortal of Aiaizhou, and his disciple raised his body, day and night. Fengxue Temple Great Sword Immortal Wei Jin. Refers to Yuan Ling Hall at Xuanfeng. Golden Crow Palace Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator Liu Zhiqing. Yu Yufu of Shenzhou of Middle Earth, Lin Junbi of Shaoyuan Dynasty.

Inside the Patriarch Hall of Jise Peak today.

There are so many sword masters and so many warriors.

And the mountain lord standing at the forefront, Chen Pingan who returned from a long journey, is both a sword fairy and an end. He is not only the owner of Luopo Mountain in Aquarius Continent, but also the hidden official of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and also the closed disciple of Haoran Tianxia's literary sages.

Soon the whole Haoran world will know that the hidden official Chen Shishi is called Chen Pingan.