Chapter 935 Practice

Taihui Jianzong, Pianran Peak.

Among the cultivators here, now only Bai Shou is left.

Because Bai Shou was already a Jindan realm sword cultivator, and Liu Jinglong was the master of the clan, he moved to Zushan, so the Taihui Sword Sect held a simple peak opening ceremony, and Pianran Peak became Bai Shou's cultivator. place.

As long as Bai Shou is willing, he can actually start accepting disciples.

It's just that Bai Shou has been listless every day recently. Every time he has time to practice his sword, he just sits on the bamboo chair in a daze.

He actually doesn't like drinking and is not used to it. So every time I carry a bottle of wine, I can't finish it every time.

Previously, I went down the mountain with several sect sword cultivators to practice. I went to Lanfang Kingdom and had a fight at a border called Tiezhuguan. A small group of demon monks from the wild world were running around there and committing crimes. Surround and kill, because the level of the wild monks is not high, there is no suspense about the outcome. The monks from several sects, including the Taihui Sword Sect, had almost no damage or injuries.

But there was another encounter that was unexpected for both the enemy and us. It was a Jindan realm monster monk, and he was also a ghost cultivator who was good at hiding. For some reason, he failed to escape back to the wild world through the return to the ruins on the sea, and instead gave it to him. He slipped away to Luzhou, Beiju, and stayed quiet for several years. Just to break through and become a Nascent Soul, he actually directly harmed dozens of people from a small martial arts sect. His methods were vicious and covert, and they were all turned into walking zombies. If not, At that time, Bai Shou relied on his keen sense of smell as an assassin to detect a clue that he might miss this monster.

In a dangerous fight, Bai Shou contributed the most, and it was he who struck the fatal blow and successfully killed the enemy. He cut off the head and smashed the ghost cultivator's golden elixir with his flying sword. However, a nephew from the sect's peak, Although the Longmen realm sword cultivator was one generation younger than Baishou, he was actually older than Baishou. However, he was seriously injured in the battle. He was hit in the heart by a spell from the demon monk. Originally, The sword cultivator who had hoped to become an Earth Immortal had completely lost all hope.

After Bai Shou returned to Pianran Peak, he, who was already taciturn, became even more silent.

Even though Liu and the nephew came to the mountain to persuade him, Bai Shou felt unhappy, especially when the nephew took the initiative to come to Pianran Peak to have a drink with his uncle Bai Shou. To be honest, It's okay, Uncle Bai, don't worry about it.

When saying these words, the fallen swordsman had sincere eyes and a smile on his face. He finally said, if you really want to feel sorry for yourself, please help me include his realm. If he doesn't have the Jade Purity realm, it won't make sense. Then he will come to Pianran Peak every day to block the door and curse.

At this moment, Bai Shou is holding the back of his head with both hands and sitting on a small bamboo chair. How can he not be concerned about it? How could it be okay?

The wine doesn't taste good.

I feel even worse.

But that swordsman's open-mindedness actually made Bai Shou the most uncomfortable.

After fighting on the Great Wall of Sword Qi for many years, he never fell down. Why did he fall down when he returned to his hometown, in such a small place?

And right under his nose, Bai Shou, the other party is just a beast with a bottleneck in the Golden Core Realm. I am in the same realm as him, and I, Bai Shou, am also a sword cultivator!

On the previous trip down the mountain to kill monsters, on the way to Tiezhuguan, one day the sword repairer was at the dinner table. I heard Bai Shou say that he and Chen Ping'an were close friends. He didn't believe it until the next time Yin Guan visited Pianran Peak. , if you can really help make an introduction or let him have a word with the young hermit official, I will believe you. At that time, Bai Shou patted his chest and confirmed that it was a trivial matter.

The man surnamed Liu was even more outrageous. When he came to Pianran Peak for the second time, he directly gave himself a harsh lesson, saying that if you couldn't even understand this point, it meant that you were not a true Taihui Sword Sect. Disciple, not counting sword cultivator.

The man surnamed Liu finished his stupid words and left.

Bai Shou didn't say anything, being reasonable or anything like that, how could he be more convincing than that nerdy master.

Bai Shou rubbed his face vigorously, sighed heavily, stood up from the chair, and started punching randomly.

Suddenly he stood still, put his fingers together and pointed forward, imagining that Heitan was standing not far away, and laughed, "Hey! Heitan, listen up, if you don't let me go, I will come out." Punch!"

Bai Shou turned his fingers into palms and shook them from side to side, as if slapping him, "I'll try to reason with you, but you won't listen, right? Are you going to suffer now? Remember this in the future. When I meet your uncle Bai Shou again, be more respectful." !”

In the air, less than a mile away from Pianran Peak, a group of people were hovering in the wind, but someone used a trick to blind them.

The white-haired boy had an expression of admiration on his face, and he sincerely praised: "What a man! I will have to toast this hero a glass of wine later."

Provided this guy can still drink.

Liu Jinglong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he didn't remind the disciple.

Pei Qian's face was expressionless and he twitched the corners of his mouth.

Xiaomi Li scratched her face and looked at Pei Qian cautiously. It seemed that she had a chance to save him.

Chen Pingan nodded and said with a smile: "It's really a good boxing technique."

Bai Shou twisted his waist and spun around in the air, kicking out what he thought was a very cool kick. After landing, he clapped his hands and said, "I won't give it away."

Then a group of people appeared floating on the ground.

Bai Shou closed his eyes, opened them again, closed them again and opened them again. Okay, I can run away.

Without saying a word, with a flick of his finger, the long sword on the wall of the room was unsheathed, the white head stepped on the long sword, and he hurriedly left Pianran Peak with the sword.

Pei Qian glanced at the master.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Let's reminisce about the past."

Pei Qian glanced at Liu Jinglong again, who smiled and said, "Just be careful."

Pei Qian took off the book box and handed the hiking stick to Xiaomi Li. He disappeared in a flash, as fast as thunder, and instantly caught up with Yu Jian's white head.

Bai Shou was wielding the sword vigorously, and the girl next to him was always calm and calm, following him. Bai Shou could only laugh dryly and said: "What a coincidence. I'm a guest."

Pei Qian just walked side by side with Bai Shou and said nothing. He smiled like a sign and glanced sideways.

Bai Shou, who was fearless, was most afraid of Pei Qian's expression in his life.

Bai Shou started to break the jar, "I won't fight back."

Pei Qian's head was hit with a punch.

The white head and the sword at his feet fell straight to the ground.

The corners of his mouth twitched, his whole body trembled, and most of his body was in the dirt of the mountain. He didn't faint, but was in pain. It was better to take a nap and wake up, and the ruthless Heitan had already left Pianran Peak.

Pei Qian stood aside and asked, "What should I say next? Do you want to give me three moves?"

Bai Shou said tremblingly: "One move is enough!"

Pei Qian raised his hand and turned his wrist, pulling the whole Baishou out of the ground and pushing it back two steps.

His white head was swaying, and he was a little dizzy.

Pretend, keep pretending.

Pei Qian's previous punch was so clever that it didn't make Bai Shou so drunk.

She lightly stamped her foot, and the long sword jumped out instantly. Pei Qian waved his hand again, and the long sword instantly flew back to the Pianran Peak hut and returned to the scabbard in an arc.

Bai Shou seemed to have sobered up in an instant and laughed loudly: "Pei Qian, why did you come to Pianran Peak without saying hello?"

Pei Qian chuckled and said, "I'm afraid of being beaten."

Bai Shou complained: "What are you talking about? We will follow each other for the rest of our lives."

Pei Qian asked: "Let's go back together with Yufeng?"

Bai Shou said: "Let me slow down."

I have lost so much face today. If I go back now, I will definitely be laughed at by Brother Chen. It was best to wait until he got back there. Chen Ping'an had already drunk with the man surnamed Liu till the end of the night.

The two of them walked towards Pianran Peak.

Pei Qian was silent for a moment and said, "I have heard about what happened at Tiezhuguan and Lanfangguo."

Bai Shou just hummed and then fell silent.

Pei Qian continued: "Some things cannot be fixed. In fact, all you can do in the future is to practice your sword well and try not to make the same mistake. If you want to feel guilty, continue to feel guilty. It is not a bad thing. It is better than nothing. If your heart is weak, don't take it seriously, but don't delay your sword practice. Whether it's martial arts or sword practice, as long as your heart falls, everything will stop."

Bai Shou still hummed, but the eyes of the young swordsman returned to some of their former glory.

Pei Qian said: "You are just a golden elixir. How dare you be Mr. Liu's disciple for the rest of your life? Who will follow you for the rest of your life?"

In fact, at this age, Bai Shou has already become a golden elixir sword cultivator. Even in Luzhou, Beiju, where sword cultivators are the most common, he is a well-deserved genius.

Baishou walked sideways and said with a playful smile: "Hey, Grandmaster Pei's tone is quite impressive."

Pei Qian just looked ahead and said softly: "My boxing skills are as heavy as my words. If you don't like to hear it, don't listen."

Mr. Liu is one of Master's best friends, and Bai Shou is Mr. Liu's first disciple. Therefore, Pei Qian hopes that Bai Shou can climb higher in the kendo. The higher the better, and one day he can stand beside Master and Mr. Liu. around.

Otherwise, if he were an outsider, Pei Qian would never say a word.

Bai Shou stared blankly at the unfamiliar Pei Qian in front of him. He turned around and nodded, "That's right."

Pei Qian suddenly said: "You slapped me eight times before, just think you still owe me seven punches."

Baishou wailed: "Pei Qian! When will you change your habit of keeping accounts?"

Pei Qian sneered: "Okay. Eight punches."

Bai Shou was desperate.

Pei Qian hesitated for a moment and then said: "Bai Shou, you can't let Mr. Liu down, because not everyone can be as lucky as you and me and meet such a good master."

Bai Shou smiled and said: "I understand, I understand, okay, there is one more person around me who likes to reason."

Pei Qian nodded, "Nine punches."

Bai Shou planned to return to Pianran Peak, so he carved an eight-character motto on the table: "Misfortunes come from your mouth, be careful in your words and deeds."

When we arrived at the thatched hut at Pianran Peak, Bai Shou couldn't stand it any longer. Brothers surnamed Liu and Chen, what's going on, they were drinking very shyly.

Chen Ping'an, can you do it? In the past, when Xu Xingjiu and Liu Zhiqing came here as guests, people named Liu would never drink like this.

Bai Shou said sadly: "Master, after all, you are the previous master of Pianran Peak. You have not treated your guests well. Please accompany Chen... Master of the mountain, drink more. I have enough wine and water here. I have lost such a good drinker."

Chen Ping'an waved his hand, "Don't drink too much, we will go to your ancestral hall to offer incense later."

Taihui Jianzong, Han Huaizi was appointed as the leader of the clan, and Huang Tong was appointed as the commander.

There are also all the sect sword cultivators in history who traveled far away with their swords and never returned home.

Thirty-six of them had previously died in two foreign battlefields, the Great Wall of Sword Qi and Aquarius Continent.

There are many more sword cultivators. Even if they return to the sect alive, they will no longer be able to become Qi practitioners, let alone sword cultivators.

Moreover, the sword cultivators of the Taihui Sword Sect have never been vague about traveling far and wide with their swords. They are all the ones with the highest level and the most lethality within the sect!

Therefore, Taihui Sword Sect's vitality was severely damaged.

The number one sword sect in Luzhou, Beiju, now only has one Jade Pu Realm sword cultivator.

Liu Jinglong, white head.

Chen Pingan, Ning Yao.

Today, only four sword cultivators entered the ancestral hall of Taihui Sword Sect.

Unlike other sects and Immortal Family Mountain Tops, in this lobby, not only the portraits of the ancestors of the past dynasties are hung, but also the portraits of all the sword cultivators who died on the battlefield.

Liu Jinglong, Chen Ping'an and Ning Yao handed over three sticks of incense respectively and said with a smile: "I believe that my master, Uncle Huang, and all the sword cultivators who hang the statues will be happy to see you two."

One of the last hidden officials of the Great Sword Qi Wall, and an Ascension Realm sword cultivator of the Great Sword Qi Wall.

Chen Pingan held the incense in both hands and said in a deep voice: "Luolu Mountain, Chen Pingan. I would like to pay tribute to all the sages."

Ning Yao stood aside and said solemnly: "Great Wall of Sword Qi, Ning Yao. Respect you all."

There were no complicated etiquettes. When two foreigners entered the ancestral hall, they just offered three sticks of incense and a few words.

Chen Ping'an walked towards the gate of the Patriarch Hall, crossed the threshold, looked back, and after retracting his gaze, he walked to the railing of the square outside, put his hands in his sleeves and leaned against the railing, "Why didn't you attend the meeting at the Confucian Temple?"

Liu Jinglong shook his head and said calmly: "I can't kill any more people. It's not that I don't dare, but I really can't. I'm afraid that if I go to the Confucian Temple, I won't be able to hold it back."

Chen Ping'an was silent for a moment and then asked: "I heard that some people have the courage to talk nonsense. Do you think Taihui Sword Sect is empty-handed?"

Liu Jinglong smiled bitterly and said, "It's human nature."

Chen Pingan said: "You can bear it, but I can't."

Liu Jinglong raised his head slightly, looked into the distance, and said softly: "Only the current master of the Taihui Sword Sect can bear it, but swordsman Liu Jinglong can't bear it either."

Chen Pingan turned to Ning Yao.

Ning Yao nodded and said, "We'll wait here."

Between Chen Ping'an and Ning Yao, as was often the case at critical moments, there was never a single unnecessary word.

Chen Pingan reached out his sleeves and grabbed Liu Jinglong, "Let's go! Ask for the sword!"

I slapped my face with shame, who the hell knows who? So what if you know it, just don't admit it.

The atmosphere in Luzhou, Beiju, is so good. If you don't have this awareness, you can still hang out in the world or walk in the mountains.

Anyway, Chen Ping'an has a lot of front leathers, which are a must-have for traveling around the world. They have them for young, middle-aged and old people, and even for women, and there are more than one.

I heard that the sect with few swordsmen had visited the Sword Qi Great Wall once in history, but had not been there again for hundreds of years, because an ancestor in the sect passed down swordsmanship directly, just past the Hanging Mountain. , they had a quarrel with the local sword cultivator and broke up unhappy. Since they didn't go to the city, there was no talk of killing monsters.

Especially in the past hundred years, all the traveling sword cultivators and Qi practitioners in Beiju Luzhou have died. This sect seems to have a higher status in the mountains of its hometown.

There is an old master in the Immortal Realm who has been in seclusion, a contemporary sect leader in the Jade Pu Realm, and some kind of guest minister who is a martial artist in the Ninth Realm.

However, compared to Zhengyang Mountain where the leaders and sword cultivators of the continent gathered together, it still seemed to be a little less popular.

I just used it to practice with my hands first.

Liu Jinglong began to discuss the details with Chen Pingan.

In the end, the two of them traveled far away with their swords turned into rainbows.

Bai Shou's eyes were opened today. Was Liu really abducted by Chen Ping'an and join forces to fight for swordsmanship?

He had no reason to think of the sword sacrifice between his master and Chen Ping'an on the top of the mountain in Fufou Kingdom.

It seems that once you meet some people, you will become friends by nature?

Bai Shou suddenly glanced at Pei Qian not far away. Why is your surname Liu like this, but my uncle Bai is like this? !

The white-haired boy clicked his tongue and said in wonder: "The friends of Ancestor Yin Guan are not simple."

Liu Zhiqing from the Golden Crow Palace has reached the Jade Pu Realm. There is not much suspense. As for whether he can become an immortal in the future, it depends on the fate. At least there is some hope.

And this young sect leader of the Taihui Sword Sect seems to be only a hundred years old, right? It is already an extremely stable bottleneck in the Jade Pu Realm.

Within a hundred years, immortals will start, and within a thousand years, there is hope for ascension.

very slow? That was a sword cultivator from the Immortal Realm and the Ascension Realm.

As for the young Taoist priest lying on the ground peak, the white-haired boy didn't even bother to say anything. What Zhang Shanfeng lacks now is a tough enough body, a territory that can carry the Taoist fist spirit.

Ning Yao added: "I have many extraordinary friends, but in fact, Chen Ping'an has more simple friends."

The white-haired boy had no objection to this.

Ning Yao looked at the place where the green shirt disappeared in the distance and said, "If Sect Master Liu can reach the Ascension Realm, he will be very capable of both offense and defense."

Both offensive and defensive. Especially the word "very".

This sentence was said by Ning Yao, a sword cultivator who had already ascended to the realm.

In her opinion, Liu Jinglong's current Jade Purity Realm was not inferior to the strongest Jade Purity Realm sword cultivators in the history of the Sword Qi Great Wall.

Nowadays, in Feisheng City, some people have begun to check the old almanac. One of the things is about the selection of the "Top Ten Sword Immortals in the Jade Pu Realm".

For example, there was Wu Chengpei among them. However, this swordsman was selected not because of his ability to catch and fight, but mainly because of Wu Chengpei's first-class flying sword, which was most suitable for war, so he was ranked extremely low.

In addition, the hidden official Chen Ping'an was naturally selected without any suspense. There was a lot of noise at the Feisheng City wine table about this, not because they were arguing about whether Chen Ping'an could be included in the list, but because of the ranking. Yin Guan, Xing Guan, and Quanfu sword cultivators all had their own opinions.

The white-haired boy asked curiously: "Why did Ancestor Yin Guan have to take Liu Jinglong to travel through the Middle Earth?"

Ning Yao really hadn't thought about this problem before. Now she thought about it and said with a smile, "Maybe by being with Sect Master Liu, he can be too lazy to think about things?"

Chen Pingan's long journeys were not easy.

Either he is worried about the impermanence of the world, or he needs to be careful to protect others.

But if there is Liu Jinglong by his side, Chen Pingan will feel at ease and can just use his sword and punch?

Ning Yao planned to wait for Chen Ping'an to come back and discuss something with him to see if it was feasible.

She wanted to take the initiative to serve as a registered guest of the Taihui Sword Sect, but this involved the rules and taboos on the mountain in the world. Leave the problem to him and he would make the decision.

Oh, someone claims to be the head of the family.

Ning Yao remembered something, turned to Pei Qian and smiled: "Although Guo Zhujiu didn't say anything, it can be seen that she misses you, the senior sister. She often uses the small bamboo box you lent her. wipe."

On Pei Qian's side, she spread her arms like her master, hanging a little girl in black on one side and a white-haired boy on the other. The two short winter melons were competing in paddling, with their legs dangling in the air and kicking wildly.

When Pei Qian heard the name Guo Zhujiu, he looked a little strange and didn't know what to say for a while.

When Pei Qian grew up, he would often think of Guo Zhujiu, his nominal junior sister, during his travels. However, every time he thought of her, in addition to feeling distressed, he would also get a headache.

When Pei Qian was a child, he followed the big white goose to the Great Wall of Sword Qi to find his master. As a result, a girl who called herself junior sister fell from the sky. She would beat gongs and drums on the wall when the master was asking people about boxing, and when she talked to herself, She often deliberately bends her knees to be at the same level as Pei Qian's head, otherwise she would just be considerate and say, "Sister, why don't we go to the steps to talk? I always talk to you with my butt raised like this, like squatting in a manhole, unladylike" well……

Pei Qian couldn't quarrel with Guo Zhujiu at that time, and he couldn't keep up with Guo Zhujiu's wild ideas and principles.

With the exception of Pei Qian's master, and of course Sister Aquarius, when dealing with anyone else, she has never been a willing or willing owner since she was a child, and then she met her at the Great Wall of Sword Qi. Arrived at Guo Zhujiu.

Even now, Pei Qian still feels that he is really helpless.

But Pei Qian was very happy. During the war that year, Guo Zhujiu never left without returning.

Bai Shou noticed that Pei Qian was strange and was curious about who Guo Zhujiu was.

The white-haired boy let go of his hand, stood still on the ground, looked at Bai Shou, put his hands behind his back, walked slowly, and said with a smile: "Your name is Bai Shou?"

Bai Shou touched his head and nodded with a smile, as if to say, little girl, your name is Bai Shou.

The white-haired boy had an old-fashioned look on his face, and nodded: "What a good name, it has a good meaning. When the white-haired boy comes back, he will plant thousands of pine trees, and the light rain will fall like a crisp."

Bai Shou said in surprise: "Children, they are not young enough to be in college."

The white-haired boy curled his lips and turned around to borrow a blank account book from Xiao Mili.

Pei Qian was carrying a bamboo box on his back and a hiking stick in his arms. He stood on the railing and looked up into the distance, looking at the high blue sky and the white clouds in the distance.

I remember Grandpa Cui once said when he was teaching boxing in Zhulou for the last time, your bullshit master has poor martial arts qualifications, yet he dares to slack off in boxing and concentrate on practicing Shi Laozi's swordsmanship. Relying on Chen Ping'an to carry forward the success by himself will probably not be able to do anything, and it will be very unreliable. Therefore, as his disciple, you should not be idle or lazy. Martial arts training and scholarship are connected. It is very simple. Just talk about "three days" All are diligent", yesterday, today and tomorrow! So after you, Pei Qian, leave Zhulou, you have to save a little bit of energy. From now on, you have to teach Haoran a martial artist what it means... to punch out from the Luopo Mountain in the world!

When she met Master, her life was like a freezing winter, when someone brought spring from the sky.

Ning Yao walked to Pei Qian, isolated a small world with sword energy, and asked softly: "Since you have become a sword cultivator, this is a good thing, why don't you tell your master?"

Pei Qian was embarrassed and said with a guilty conscience: "Master always says you can't bite off more than you can chew, and I don't think I have any talent for practicing swordsmanship."

Therefore, Pei Qian has never practiced swordplay in these years, and has always abided by the agreement he made with Grandpa Cui, to be diligent for three days and not to be distracted while practicing boxing. After all, that set of crazy swordsmanship was just a joke when I was a child and should not be taken seriously.

Ning Yao smiled and said, "Then I won't tell your master about this yet."

Pei Qian nodded vigorously.

Ning Yao asked: "Have you chosen a name for your natal flying sword?"

Pei Qian blushed and shook his head. With a thought, he pulled out a flying sword, hovering between her and Ning Yao. It was about three inches long and sharp.

In fact, there was a name, but Pei Qian was too embarrassed to tell his wife.

Under the guidance of Pei Qian's mind, the previous natal flying sword was instantly divided into seven swords, but they were more slender and of different colors.

Ning Yao looked at it intently, nodded in approval and said: "It can definitely be ranked first-class in the summer palace."

Ning Yao reminded: "In the future, when you are against someone, don't use this flying sword easily."

Pei Qian nodded and agreed.

Then Pei Qian hesitated.

Ning Yao said doubtfully: "If you have anything to say, just say it."

Pei Qian plucked up the courage and asked, "Master's wife, when will the banquet be held?"

Ning Yao blinked, "You said Liu Xianyang and Yu Qianyue, I don't know the specific time yet, you can ask your master."

Pei Qian smiled and said, "Okay, I'll ask Master!"

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A meeting in the Confucian Temple ended and the monks dispersed.

There was an outsider on the cross-continental ferry of the Liu family in Aaizhou. The old man Wang Fong from Luzhou in the north had a fight with Wu Shu, the martial sage of Tongyezhou, and the result was a draw.

Wang Fusu felt shameless to go back to Beiju Luzhou, so Wang Fusu went to Aaiaizhou with the pair of masters and apprentices from Lei Gong Temple. Anyway, Liu Caishen's cross-continental ferry boat allowed him to eat and drink without any worries and without spending money.

Damn, we people from Luzhou, Beiju, rely on money when we go out? Just rely on friends!

Besides, with this frail girl Axiang, Wang Fusu is sure to win.

Not to mention anything else, Liu Suiyu's face and figure are both pleasing to the eye.

If I were hundreds of years younger, my appearance would not be any worse than that of Pei Axiang, but she would be better and more masculine. I guess that little girl Liu Suiyu would not be able to take her eyes away.

After Wang Fusu boarded the ship, he didn't look good. He was really aggrieved. When he had a boxing match with Wu Shun, there were only a few important spectators.

Compared with the "Battle between Qingbai" and "Battle between Cao and Chen" that fought from Gongdelin to Confucian Temple Square and then to the sky.

There's no comparison.

As soon as the discussion in the Confucian Temple was over, most of the monks left one after another. The two sides started fighting late, and the location was not chosen as frantically as the two young men.

Furthermore, Wang Fusu and Wu Shu, the two Zijing warriors, are a bit older than Cao Ci and Chen Pingan, who are only in their early forties.

The three people in the room were all pure warriors. Wang Fusu was very angry, "Even if I beat Wu Shu to death, Chen Ping'an would only beat Cao Ci with a swollen face. It would make me more famous. I would be so angry! If I had known, I would have been there." Gong De Lin, let’s have a fist fight with that kid.”

When Liu Suiyu was drinking, he crossed his legs and raised his half-taken-off embroidered shoes on his toes. He said with a smile: "Is this junior blind, or is my senior confused? Didn't Wu Chen almost beat you to death?" "

Wang Fusu slapped the handle of the chair, blew his beard and glared, "If we really fight hard, both of us will die."

The old reckless man was not bragging.

Pei Axiang poured herself a bowl of wine before, but did not drink. She just wiped the green bamboo flute with a piece of snow-white silk.

The bamboo flute is made of green bamboo from Qingshen Mountain. In his early years, he was still a martial artist in the Nine Realms. He was lucky enough to attend a banquet at Qingshen Mountain with his friends. As a result, the whole group was tricked by A Liang. After a misunderstanding, the old woman from the Zhuhai Cave Sky Temple gave a piece of precious thin bamboo as a gift. Later, A Liang was heartbroken and said, "Axiang, you are so miserable. You have been seen through without telling the truth, and you are even more insulted. I can't bear it."

Pei Axiang failed to understand the deeper meaning and just thought it was A Liang who was pouring ecstasy soup again and didn't care.

It wasn't until I returned to Leigong Temple in Mahu Prefecture that I figured out the meaning. I couldn't laugh or cry.

There is a yellowing pearl hanging from the tassel of the bamboo flute. It is just an ordinary pearl. It will turn yellow over time and become worthless at all.

A handsome Zijing martial artist who has been able to dominate a continent's martial arts for many years, how could he not tell his own story?

Wearing a white robe with a jade belt and a green flute, and fragrant incense from Lei Gong Temple, if you are willing to go out and travel around the world, you will be easily recognized by the monks on the mountain at a glance.

Pei Axiang glanced at the chair handle on Wang Fusu's side. It was cracked like a net, "The ferry belongs to the Liu family. Remember to pay for it."

Wang Fusu said: "It's okay to pay, but you can lend me some money first."

Judging from the attitude of this old man, it seems that he is borrowing money from someone to give him face.

Wang Fusu complained: "It's not easy at the Confucian Temple. The two juniors kept asking about boxing and didn't say hello to us. We are famous martial arts masters after all. Otherwise, I can give those two juniors some advice." , picking out several boxing flaws.”

Liu Suiyu suddenly stood up, clasped his fists and said, "Master, I will not return to Aaizhou."

The look in the eyes of that old man from Luzhou, Beiju really made her feel disgusted.

Pei Axiang nodded and said with a smile: "Actually, I have been waiting for your words. Go ahead and try to leave early and come back early to build a good foundation. If there is a chance, we will meet on the battlefield over there."

Including Wang Fusu, Pei Axiang, and Wu Shun, their group of great martial arts masters were far inferior to those of Pei Bei and Zhang Tiaoxia. Therefore, rushing to the wilderness required cooperation with the dynasties of various continents. of scheduling.

Liu Suiyu stood up and left, jumped off the ferry, and rode the wind southward as fast as thunder.

Just now, Wang Furusu glanced at the woman's back from the corner of his eye. When he was sure that Liu Suiyu had left the ferry, Wang Furusu drank up a bowl of wine, took the wine to quench his thirst, changed his sitting position, and touched his crotch, "This Those buttocks are shaking so much that I feel panicked."

Pei Axiang said helplessly: "You are a senior after all, don't be so old and dishonest."

Wang Fusu sneered and said, "I just looked at it, did you touch it?"

Pei Axiang was too lazy to dwell on this issue and asked seriously: "Why did you become obsessed back then?"

Wang Fusu looked calm, "Why? Of course I couldn't throw any punches, so I had to drive myself crazy."

Pei Axiang sighed.

Wang Fusu lowered his voice and asked: "Axiang, do you think Liu Suiyu and I are not a good match? Is there any chance? You must seize the opportunity and you can give me a lifetime of good deeds in vain."

Pei Axiang was helpless and waved her hand, "What a mess, I advise you not to think about it."

Wang Fusu rubbed his chin, "Is that true?"

Pei Axiang looked strange and said helplessly: "My disciple only likes women."

Wang Fuxun still refused to give up, "Only?"

Pei Axiang nodded.

Wang Fuxun still refused to give up and asked tentatively: "Can't she treat me as a girl?"

After Pei Axiang had endured this old man for a long time, she couldn't bear it anymore and cursed angrily: "You stinky, shameless old man, is it disgusting or not? You fucking can't look yourself in the mirror?"

Miss Axiang is so unmanly even when she curses.

Wang Fusu laughed loudly, "I'm teasing you, I'll make you anxious."

Wang Fusu suddenly stopped smiling and raised his eyebrows at Pei Axiang, "What a coincidence, she likes women. I..."

Pei Axiang had goosebumps all over her body.

Wang Fusu rolled his eyes and shook his head. This thin-skinned and tender girl Axiang really didn't take teasing. She leaned back on the chair, took a big gulp of wine, and sighed: "I saw Cao Ci, Chen Ping'an." These young people are so damn unreasonable. They are even younger than Li Er and Song Changjing. Think about what I have done in the past few hundred years, except for prison meals. Years ago, I didn’t slack off in my boxing and kicking skills for even a moment, I really felt that practicing boxing was meaningless.”

Pei Axiang was still angry and heard something that didn't suit her ears, "Then don't practice."

Wang Fusu threw the wine bottle out of the ferry and said with a smile: "When you are young, you practice boxing to be invincible. When you are old and practice martial arts, you have no energy anymore, just because you will die if you don't practice. But now we can only wait. Death is so unpleasant!"

There was silence in the house, except for the sound of drinking.

Wang Fusu asked abruptly: "You really can't touch her? Liu Suiyu is your disciple, not your wife. Why do you stop her from consensual matters?"

Pei Axiang slapped the handle of the chair and said, "Get the hell out of here!"

Wang Fusu said aggrievedly: "Am I really leaving?

"You don't want to stay? Then I really won't leave."

"I have to change my drinking position."

Wang Fusu just stood up.

Pei Axiang had already smashed the chair Liu Suiyu sat on with one palm.

Wang Fusu sat back down and shook the wine bottle, "One more regret in life."

Pei Axiang suddenly turned her head and looked at this grumpy and disrespectful old man with a serious expression.

Wang Fusu nodded, crossed his arms across his chest, turned to look at the sea of ​​clouds outside the house, "I will deliver the last punch in my life in the wilderness."

Beiju Luzhou should not only have sword cultivators delivering swords.

At least I have to be with the mountains and rivers where my king's fist fell, and the swordsmanship of Han Huaizi and other swordsmen in the past, so I won't feel lonely.

Outside the ferry house, white clouds passed by.

In Baiyun's life, the past is the past.

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On the same ferry, perhaps the richest family in the world, was settling an account.

Because Chen Pingan took the initiative to serve as the unnamed guest minister of the Liu family in Aaizhou.

As a rule, the Liu family pays the salary and stipend to the guests once every ten years. Because of the different ranks, the immortal money varies greatly.

Jade Pu realm sword cultivator. The end of martial arts. Hidden official. One of the ten young people in the world.

A close disciple of the Literary Sage lineage, a junior fellow apprentice on the left and right, a junior fellow apprentice of Liu Shiliu, and a master of Pei Qian.

The sect master of Luo Luo Mountain defeated Yun Jie, Jiang Longxiang, and Ma Guoxian three times in a row, and beat Cao Ci until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen...

This is Liu Youzhou's reckoning.

The woman was very pleased that her son's calculations were very shrewd.

Since both his wife and son thought this should be done, Liu Jubao had no objection. The God of Wealth had a soft voice and asked with a smile: "How much did you spend on Baofengzhai in Yiaozhou Island this time?"

The woman looked confused, "Huh?"

Why is she remembering this? Doesn't it embarrass you?

Liu Jubao raised his thumb and put it on his forehead, "It doesn't matter how much you spend, but rough accounting is still necessary."

In an instant, there was resentment in the woman's beautiful and moist eyes. I was sorry, wronged, complained, sad, regretful, you were wrong...

Like that landscape painting, the layers of colors, when added together, seem to be a silent word: I shouldn't marry you, please say a few nice words and listen.

Liu Jubao couldn't stand this kind of scenery the most in his life.

After watching for a moment, Liu Jubao smiled and said, "Okay, let's talk about it next time."

The woman nodded, turned her head, and started chatting with her son. He was no longer the same as before.

Liu Jubao didn't care.

It's like a colorful cloud gathering in the eyes.

This isn't a beautiful view, what is?

The reason why he asked this question was because he wanted to see this scene.

Liu Youzhou has long been accustomed to this. His parents are always like this, and he is very disgusted with it.

Even in the mountains, Liu Youzhou's appearance was a typical late arrival. So I am really loved by all.

When Liu Youzhou was a boy, he had a frank conversation with his father.

In fact, there are too many things that are happening in the family. In every household, there are embarrassments about not having money, and there are quarrels about having money.

Therefore, in Liu's ancestral hall, there are often crying women seeking death and survival, and beside them there will be a man kneeling there without saying a word or not caring at all.

"Dad, are you outside?"

"Um?"

"Is there a beauty hidden in a golden house?"

"Nothing."

"It was there before, but it's gone now, and there's no guarantee it won't happen again in the future?"

"nothing."

"Can you tell what will happen in the future accurately now?"

"Of course. When your mother first married me, I told her, don't worry about making money, we will be very rich. Your mother just smiled at that time, maybe she didn't take it too seriously. Bar."

"When mother married you, our old Liu family was already very rich, right?"

"My family is rich, but I am not. I am a concubine, have you forgotten?"

The woman got up and left, leaving the father and son to continue chatting. She was on her ferry with a few friends from the mountains who couldn't even afford a cross-continental ferry. She went to chat with them. As for some of the words she said, she took them seriously. Don’t you know the hypocrisy hidden in it? Of course I know, she just likes to hear it. Moreover, she particularly likes two of the naughty bitches. She hides and flirts with her man and teases her in various ways. Are they not just a bunch of vulgar fans? You can see it, but you can’t eat it, are you angry? She still has some confidence in her man.

Not long after the woman left.

A cross-continental ferry that even the Ascension Realm sword cultivator might not be able to cut open with a single sword suddenly shattered into pieces, so that no one except Liu Jubao survived. Even the two warriors, Wang Fusu and Pei Axiang, died on the spot.

Just like a great monk in the Ascension Realm, he first took advantage of the right time, place and people, and then chose to die with Liu Jubao in a very close place.

Unfortunately, Liu Jubao, who was wearing a spotless robe, was still sitting on the chair unharmed, with a calm expression. He just took out a golden lotus flower from his sleeve and picked off one of the petals.

After a while, the ferry returned to its normal state. It's not just as simple as turning back the clock.

Several times later, the ferry exploded again and again, and Liu Jubao picked off the lotus flowers again and again. The last time, the woman stood up again. Liu Jubao, with gentle eyes, helped her straighten her temples and hair, and said let's go together.

This time when he went out, Liu Jubao got rid of the Immortal Realm monk who was worshiped by his family and the hands and feet of this person on the ferry. This person has been in charge of this cross-continent ferry for many years and is also a famous formation master. As for why he did this , so much so that he even risked his life, and Liu Jubao couldn't find out the reason just now.

After Liu Jubao returned to the house, Liu Youzhou remained unaware.

Liu Jubao had no intention of mentioning this matter to Liu Youzhou. It was natural for a man to protect his wife and children, and it was not worth saying anything.

After Liu Jubao sat down again, he just drank quietly and planned to talk to his son, Liu Youzhou, about what was on his mind.

After drinking wine to moisten his throat, Liu Jubao was about to speak when Liu Youzhou immediately said: "Dad, please stop giving money to magic weapons. It's actually quite silly for a person to carry so many close objects."

Liu Jubao said helplessly: "Dad is just telling you some truth."

Liu Youzhou smiled and said, "That's fine."

"Youzhou, you can be generous when dealing with people and making friends, because you are Liu Jubao's son, and you are destined to have no shortage of money in your life. But remember one thing, you can't spend money and make others look like a fool."

"When you go out, make things convenient for others. Just make things convenient for yourself. Don't be stingy when you encounter emergencies."

"But at home, there must be rules, and rules must be kept in mind. The bigger a family is, the more stable the rules must be. Of course, stability does not mean strictness. But there is no such thing as strictness. So in our Liu family, The ones who can hit people the most are not the father, the head of the family, nor the old men sitting in the front two rows of the ancestral hall, but the teachers and gentlemen who were invited to the family school by father with a lot of money. When I was a child, when I set and remember the rules, I didn't eat them. A few beatings. When you grow up and go out, you have to endure hardships. The key is that after suffering, you still feel that you are right."

"So even if sometimes the gentlemen's beatings are unreasonable or too severe, dad still doesn't care. Whoever dares to persuade or stop, any woman feels distressed and keeps complaining, dad will let their men first Put aside the wife and child, and slap that woman hard in front of me. If the slap is light, hit her again. Mr. Teacher, no matter how hard you hit, if you slap her down, how many days will the child be hurt? "The children of the Liu family will also be beaten, and they will be beaten at home." Actually, there is a greater truth, which means that I made the first money for the children of the Liu family early."

"And this invisible money is one of the foundations for all Liu's children in the future. How many parents don't feel sorry for their children? But the world outside the door doesn't feel bad at all."

Liu Youzhou listened carefully, but he was inevitably confused. After enduring it for a long time, he couldn't help but said: "I have already understood these principles, not to mention you know that I know them."

Liu Jubao felt a little aggrieved. Apart from money, his father was not a very reasonable person. He had to draft these words for a long time before he could say them out. At least he was flattering and pretended not to know.

Liu Jubao had no choice but to use a trump card and asked with a smile: "Dad, I want to ask you, why do we, the Liu family, secretly spend so much money and give it to the vassals of the major dynasties in vain to open schools for the teachers in Aai Aizhou? Are you all not short of money and living in embarrassment?"

Countries under the Aizhou Mountains have been very careful in opening schools in the past hundred years or so. However, it is hidden among many measures similar to the establishment of charity villages in various places, so it is not conspicuous.

Because before the embroidered tiger became the Great Li Imperial Master, he once approached Liu Jubao and said that if most of the teachers in a country are poor and sour, or one is smarter than the other, then this country is There is no hope. The strong will become weak, and the weak will always be weak.

Is it difficult for Aaizhou to take back the word "North" from Juluzhou? The difficulty of reaching heaven. Ai Ai Continent will not be able to compete with that place where sword masters are like clouds in another thousand years.

Is it really that difficult? In fact, it's not difficult at all. It only takes three to five hundred years to get it back on each desk.

If there really comes a day when scholars at the foot of the mountain are all scholarly and high-spirited, then the mountains and mountains of Aaizhou will be full of hope.

Liu Jubao, you are rich, very rich. Why not?

The words of the embroidered tiger Cui Chang are like teaching Liu's God of Wealth how to make money by spending money.

After hearing his father's question, Liu Youzhou said, "Isn't it just to help Aai Aizhou get back the word "北" from Ju Luzhou by changing customs bit by bit?"

Liu Jubao was speechless for a long time, so he could only nod his head and pretend to be profound: "Yes, you are right, but I still think too lightly. I need to think more about this matter in the future."

Liu Youzhou said casually: "It's necessary. I don't need to practice or think about how to make money. I just wonder about it every day."

Liu Jubao was very pleased, he was a good son with high ambitions.

As for the Aaizhou God of Wealth, who rarely fights with others, the opportunity to unite in the next fourteen realms lies in things.

It was snowing that day to spend money.

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A floating cloud boat, using the clouds everywhere as a ferry, suddenly appears in the clouds again and again, as if the immortal has used the magical power of Shuchi mountains and rivers again and again, and it does not consume any spiritual energy.

Therefore, even though the construction cost of Liuxia Boat was extremely high, the Confucian Temple still included this kind of ferry on the list, and during the discussion, the monks did not have any objections to this.

The owner of the ferry was a Sandan man from the mountain who did not participate in the meeting. He was one of the founders of the top sect in Middle-earth and was relegated to Immortal Mountain, Great Sword Immortal Liuzhou.

There are no tables, chairs or beds in the house. There is an embroidered tiger calligraphy hanging on the wall. It is not a copy, but an authentic handwriting by Cui Chan.

On the flower table in the corner, there is a fairy bonsai placed, containing a miniature mountain and river, a white cloud hanging in the sky, lightning and thunder, golden light flashing, rumbling, and several slender golden and white silk threads can be vaguely seen in the cloud. After a while, a heavy rain soon began, a veritable dragon spreading rain.

Monk Liu Zhou, with a black jade hairpin on his head and a purple robe, was sitting on a green futon.

This great swordsman, who is known to have an eccentric temperament, has a face as beautiful as a crown jewel. More than a hundred years ago, this swordsman genius who was expected to ascend to the Ascension Realm, instead of practicing swordsmanship, Liu Zhou actually turned to playing chess. This was once It was an extremely sensational event in the world. In those years, there were a lot of discussions in the Shanshui Di newspaper of Zhongtu Shenzhou. If it were not for the reputation of Banxian Mountain and Liu Jianxian, they would probably directly say whether Liuzhou had lost his mind and gone crazy.

Sitting opposite him at this moment was a young female swordsman with an inkstone hanging from her waist, which was a gift from Liuzhou in his early years. This swordsman also personally carved a poem about swordsmanship as a tribute to his unnamed disciple. An expectation.

The woman is Xu Xin Yuan of the Meishan Sword Sect, and she is also an anonymous disciple of Liu Zhou. Every ten years, Xu Xin Yuan is eligible to go to Banxian Mountain to ask Liu Zhou for swordsmanship.

The Jindan sword cultivator, who is less than a hundred years old, actually has very good swordsmanship qualifications, and she also owns three extremely rare flying swords. Sword refining consumes far more time than ordinary sword cultivators, which delays the advancement of her realm.

Xu Xinyuan told Liu Zhou one by one about her experiences during the trip.

Liu Zhou asked a few questions from time to time, but they were just a few wishes. At that time, he didn't care about serious personnel matters.

For some reason, Liu Zhou didn't seem to be very interested in the young hidden official who came out of nowhere. He was more interested in asking her about the little white emperor Fu Qi.

Xu Xinyuan caught a glimpse of the copybook and couldn't help but ask a question that she had been curious about for decades, "Master Liu, did you really lose to Xiuhu in chess with your flying sword Golden Spike in your early years?"

Even though Cui Chan is dead, Xu Xinyuan still prefers to call him Xiuhu when he mentions him now, but he doesn't dare or don't want to call him by his first name.

Liu Zhou smiled and nodded, "I just lost to Cui Han in chess, and I didn't compete with him in swordsmanship. There's nothing to be embarrassed about."

The reason why he was so interested in Fu Xi was because Liuzhou once had a close friend from his sect who was both a teacher and a friend. He taught Liuzhou a lot about his swordsmanship.

In his previous life, this man and Gu Qingsong were both known as the awe-inspiring twins. He was once a mountain-top monk who he liked very much and was very good at quarreling. He was even more courageous. He was equally outspoken and even more open about it even to Zheng Juzhong of Baidi City. He claimed that any Shanshui Di newspaper in China could talk about this matter casually, and he was criticizing Zheng Juzhong.

A person in the demonic path actually has that face, his name is Juzhong and his courtesy name is Huaixian?

From his point of view, it was enough for Zheng Juzhong to leave only his last name.

Baidi City ignored this, and finally he made a special trip to the Dragon Gate of the Yellow River Cave. Because the city among the colorful clouds could not be reached, he went to the Yellow River Cave and met Baidi on the top of the waterfall. Cheng Yaoyuan confronted him and said he wanted to have a question with Zheng Juzhong. Of course Zheng Juzhong didn't show up, so he just talked to himself, saying one thing to death and only one truth. You, Zheng Juzhong, are a member of the devil's path.

Ascension realm? You are the devil. Founded Baidi City, a demonic sect, can it stand firm in the Middle-earth Divine Continent? Not a demon yet?

When it comes to the art of chess, do you want to be the first in the world to be spared? Many times for Shan Ze Ye Xiu, fighting with mountain monks? Aren’t you, Zheng Juzhong, still a demonic monk?

This person in this life is Fu Xi.

Because the final outcome was that he could not break through the bottleneck of the avenue and could not reach the ascension realm. When the troops were disbanded, all the souls were collected and put into a pair of immortal remains.

The sect's restrictions in Banxian Mountain, the formations in the secret realm at the top of the mountain, and the desperate swordplay of his friend Liu Zhou could not change this outcome.

Zheng Juzhong was in the Immortal Mountain, as if he were in a deserted land. Finally, at the place where the soldiers were relieved, Zheng Juzhong moved a chair and sat down. He held up the messy monk's soul in his palm and said with a smile: "I will reason with you, it is not the reason for you to be unreasonable."

Liuzhou, who had his soul ripped out of his natal flying sword Golden Spike at will, had his face covered in blood at that time. He was leaning against the wall, holding on for dear life to maintain a sliver of clarity and prevent himself from fainting. He said angrily: "How could City Lord Zheng ever You can't even try to reason with him, but you're killing him without teaching him!"

"The truth lies in actions rather than words. How can a Taoist on the mountain do it if he only has ears and no eyes? It doesn't matter. He was reborn without eyes in this life. I will give him a pair in the next life."

Zheng Juzhong put the soul of a swordsman into his sleeve, stood up and smiled with Liu Zhou: "I am a devil."

Finally, Zheng Juzhong reminded Liu Zhou not to talk too much about this matter, otherwise he would be careful to be mute in his next life.

So the former Great Sword Immortal of Immortal Mountain became Fu Gu of Baidi City.

The Little White Emperor Fu Xi.

As silent as a cicada.

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In the night, a ferry boat was racing in the sea of ​​clouds, and a bright moon in the sky seemed to accompany it to protect the road.

Chai Bofu, as the genealogy monk of Baidi City's Zheng'er Ba Jing, is not a direct descendant of the ancestral hall, nor is he a direct descendant of Han Qiaise and others. Even though he has been tricked time and time again by Liu Chicheng, in fact, he is Everywhere in Baidi City is still very grand. Every time he shows up, he is either Liu Chicheng or Gu Can, so almost no one dares to provoke this new face whose level is erratic.

But in the past twenty years, Chai Bofu had the honor to meet Zheng Juzhong many times, but he never had any verbal communication. Chai Bofu thought that this was only reasonable. He only thought that one day he would reach the Jade Pu Realm, and maybe he would be able to meet the city lord. Let’s talk about it, it’s not too late to fall into another situation when the time comes.

I never thought that on the way out of the Confucian Temple, I would actually talk to the city lord.

On the ferry, Gu Can just found Chai Bofu and said that the master invited him to sit in the house.

Chai Bofu had no choice but to suspend his practice and withdraw from the small world. Upon hearing this, Chai Bofu was not at all happy. Instead, he felt as if he had been struck by bad news.

I haven't done anything to deceive my master and destroy my ancestors. Why does the city lord need to clean up the door personally?

Following Gu Can and walking in the corridor, Chai Bofu didn't think about anything. It was useless anyway. He was confused all the way to the door of Zheng Juzhong. Gu Can knocked on the door gently and then pushed it open. He turned sideways to get out of the way. Bo Fu crossed the threshold alone, like a fish and shrimp breaking into the dragon pond.

Gu Can gently closed the door and returned to his room to continue practicing a secret ghost cultivation technique from Baidi City.

Zheng Juzhong put down the book in his hand, raised his head, stretched out a palm towards this former wild cultivator whose life was relatively ups and downs, and said with a smile: "Sit down."

Chai Bofu, who was distracted, obeyed the order and sat down subconsciously. But when his butt touched the chair, he immediately lifted it up and slowly lowered it.

It seems that facing this giant of demonic path who is "a man of learning, as wise as a demon, as a heretic, and as graceful as a god", everything he does is wrong, and anything he doesn't do is also a mistake.

Chai Bofu was sweating like rain, and he became a drowned rat just sitting on the chair.

So much so that the guy named Long Bo didn't even notice Han Qise sitting in the room.

Zheng Juzhong said: "Chai Bofu, don't feel that you are at a loss at this moment. If you fail to advance or retreat, you will lose your composure. If you don't have any respect, you will die quickly as a wild cultivator."

Chai Bofu looked blank and just nodded.

Zheng Juzhong smiled and asked: "Is it hard to practice in Baidi City these years?"

At such a moment, Chai Bofu felt so wronged that he almost burst into tears. How could he not be miserable? It was like a piece of gall being broken again and again. I was in so much pain that I had no choice but to remain silent.

But knowing that there is no point in complaining and complaining, this old Yuanying, who was once the most powerful person in the mountains and rivers of the continent, can only grit his teeth and endure it.

However, Chai Bofu just nodded and still didn't dare to say a word.

To be honest, sitting here, Chai Bofu felt that even if he said a word, it would be an offense to Mr. Zheng.

Zheng Juzhong said: "Han Qiaose, Liu Daochun, Fu Zhi and others may all think that Gu Can is a natural descendant of Baidi City. As for you, you are not looked down upon."

Chai Bofu could only nod. There is nothing to be embarrassed about this kind of thing. Compared with that little devil Gu Can, he is really incomparable. That little brat has too many thoughts. The key is that he learns things too quickly.

Zheng Juzhong poured a cup of tea, pushed it gently on the table, and slid to the edge of the table in front of Chai Bo Fu. He smiled and said, "Drink when you miss people, drink tea when you think about things."

Chai Bofu was flattered and immediately leaned forward, picked up the tea cup with both hands, and gingerly lowered his head and took a sip.

Zheng Juzhong said: "Buddhists say that this world is a whirling world. A person is not afraid of suffering, but he is afraid of not knowing why he is suffering. Just like in the market at the foot of the mountain, if you can't make money, you can't just blame the coldness of the world, and others look down upon you. The layman at the foot of the mountain I am at a loss, and the pain and joy are no more than a handful. Those of us who practice Taoism in the mountains do not have this Taoist heart. It is difficult to realize the Tao and achieve immortality."

"Of course, when your manpower is exhausted, you will find that some money cannot be earned, and some things cannot be done. But only at this moment can you have the qualification to say that it is destined to be fate. I am so Speak, do you understand?"

Come on.

The world's best demonic monk, who is also known as "Huaixian", is like a school master with an excellent temperament, preaching to a student who is worthy of teaching and solving doubts.

Chai Bofu nodded, shook his head, and finally said his first sentence, sincerely: "I don't know what I understand. Is it what the city lord wants me to understand?"

The truth couldn't be simpler. How could it be simple for a man like Zheng Juzhong to speak, do things, and practice? No matter how the words return to their original nature, Chai Bofu always firmly believes that the city lord will never say something that he can understand.

During these years of practice in Baidi City, Chai Bofu truly understood a truth.

People with good luck learn easily - people with good luck seem to learn everything right. It is difficult for a stupid person to learn from a smart person.

Zheng Juzhong poked Chai Bo Fu at the center of his eyebrows with his two fingers. Chai Bo Fu seemed to be enlightened and instantly returned to the Nascent Soul Realm. It happened naturally and naturally.

In Han Qiaose's eyes, what she saw was that Gu Can knocked on the door, stood outside the door, and stepped aside to make way. Then the senior brother asked Gu Can to enter the house with Chai Bofu, and then asked some questions about Chai Bofu's practice. The key points of the above are answered one by one. So Han Qiaose was a little surprised. She didn't know why the senior brother was willing to talk nonsense with this waste. No, Chai Bofu was indeed an out-and-out waste, but the senior brother never talked nonsense. Could it be that the stone from another mountain can attack jade, and he is actually taking the opportunity to teach his disciple Gu Can the Taoism?

When Gu Can opened the door, there was only his master Zheng Juzhong who was playing music by himself in the room, and there was no master aunt Han Qise. When he closed the door, he saw Chai Bofu just crossed the threshold, his feet softened and he knelt down. On the ground, for some reason he began to lie down and cry bitterly.

And the real Zheng Juzhong, standing over the window, allowed the "Zheng Juzhong" who sat down to teach Chai Bofu. In fact, Chai Bofu and "Zheng Juzhong" had such conversations more than ten times. However, Zheng Juzhong was not satisfied with a certain result and failed to meet his expectations, so he took off Chai Bofu's Those memories. A jade in the rough needs to be pondered over and over before it becomes a beautiful jade.

The moon is bright outside the ferry window.

The real Zheng is in the middle, holding a scroll with his hands behind his back.

Among those junior brothers and sisters, Zheng Juzhong no longer has much interest in cultivating him. For the monks of Baidi City, including Fu Xi, the city lord Zheng Juzhong rarely showed up, and rarely preached with anyone at all. But in fact, even if he is just the least qualified genealogy monk in Baidi City, Zheng Juzhong will carve them one by one with his own hands when he has nothing to do. Most of them will be polished off by Zheng Juzhong one by one, or he feels satisfied before leaving. Several monks' unknowing mental threads can not only help pave roads and build bridges, but they may seem like narrow paths but are actually promising to climb higher. They may also interrupt some paths that look like Yangguan avenue but are actually dead ends. People are like fishers. Zheng Juzhong has always felt that the path of mountain climbing for Taoists is not only at the feet, but also in the heart.

It's just because Zheng Juzhong's methods are so subtle that the city lord appears to be a celestial being living in seclusion among the colorful clouds, making it difficult to see him.

The founder of the mountain, Fu Xi practiced swordsmanship, and his swordsmanship was getting closer and closer to that of his dragon-slaying ancestor.

Gu Can, a closed disciple who practices Taoism, is Xiu Chen Ping'an who respects heaven and earth and follows the customs when he comes to the countryside. He is also Wu Shuangjiang's superb "soldiers to understand all things and turn them into his own use", and he is also "a million-year-old bookworm and a three-eating immortal".

On a bright moon night.

When you open the window under the moonlight, do you turn the book or the book read you, or does the moonlight lend you a book to read?

One of Zheng Juzhong's avatars once had a discussion with Cui Chan in the Chanjuan Cave, who had identified his feet.

Cui Han asked an excellent question at that time: When the bright moon shines in the mirror, who is it when I look up and see the moon? Am I still the person in the mirror?

Zheng Juzhong likes to talk to such smart people. It doesn't take much effort, and even just a few chats can benefit his own path.

He once found three paths for himself to reach the Fourteenth Realm. They are all possible, but the difficulty is different. There are some differences. Zheng Juzhong's biggest concern is how to reach the sky after reaching the Fourteenth Realm, and which road will he take in the end? Higher achievements require continuous deduction.

That year in the Chanjuan Cave, Cui Han discovered one of Zheng Juzhong's clones. It was their second encounter after the Caiyun Bureau in the early years. Cui Chan openly proposed the idea of ​​dividing the soul into two, and first tried to split it into two and three. one or even more people, and then strive to be the same person again. Not only did Cui Chan give all the details of the steps, he also said that he was willing to let Zheng Juzhong take the opportunity to observe the Taoism.

In fact, Zheng Juzhong gave Cui Dongshan's name later, saying it was a good omen.

This is probably a coincidence, because if it is divided into two, this is actually one of the three paths Zheng Juzhong wants to take.

And Cui Chan is not as free as Zheng Juzhong. Once the future situation of the world becomes uncontrollable and unavoidable, Cui Chan will have to choose another path of no return that is destined to change the color of the world and change the world.

Cui Chang finally made a decisive decision and persuaded Zheng Juzhong, saying that he should take this path first. As long as he can combine the fourteen realms with this, there will be more possibilities in the future. Otherwise, if he only takes one path to reach heaven, he will have to cut off the other two paths. , isn’t it boring?

After that separation, Cui Chan quickly went to his hometown of Aquarius Continent and served as the Great Li State Advisor. He planned for a hundred years. The period was divided into two, and Cui Dongshan appeared in the world.

It's a pity that there is no more embroidered tiger in the world.

The last person Cui Chan saw in the human world was not Yasheng, but Zheng Juzhong who rushed from the wild world to the Great Sword Qi Wall. There was only a simple question and answer.

"how so?"

"I really don't want to make my husband sad or disappointed again. Fortunately, it never happened like this."

"What do you want?"

"I hope Mr. Zheng can take care of my little junior brother a little bit in the future, not in Taoism, but in Taoism. Not too much, not too little."

Zheng Juzhong agreed at that time.

That's why in Panshui County, an exception was made for Chen Ping'an.

At this moment, Zheng Juzhong sighed. In the room, Han Qiaose and Chai Bofu had their own thoughts. They each had their own fun tonight and left together.

Zheng Juzhong raised his hand and tapped the window gently with the scroll. The sitting avatar of "Zheng Juzhong" disappeared and turned into moonlight, like a robe worn by Zheng Juzhong.

People who practice Taoism in the world have refined the Yin God and the Yang God. This can be regarded as attaining Taoism for the first time, and it cannot be regarded as a lofty and mysterious realm. Because almost without exception, once separated and separated from the true body, for as short as a moment, as long as a few days, or at most months or years, there will actually be "two people", and as time goes by, the same person will become They are becoming more and more different. Unless the yin spirit returns to its acupoints and the yang spirit returns to its place, and their respective memories are melted into a furnace, the Tao heart needs to prioritize and prioritize before it can be considered a new person.

Therefore, the opportunity for the Lord of Baidi City to join the Fourteenth Realm is that exception.

There are two Zhengs in the world.

Exactly the same, no difference at all. Even if we are separated for thousands of years, each of us encounters thousands of different things and thousands of people, a certain Taoist heart remains the same.

So Zheng Juzhong is not only in the fourteenth realm.

There are still two great monks of the Fourteenth Realm per person.

One is on this vast ferry, and the other is in the golden green city in the wild world.

Since Zheng Juzhong is a disciple of the Dragon-Slaying Man and likes to play chess, he might as well use Tuoyue Mountain in the Savage World as the slain dragon on the chessboard.

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The previous meeting at the Patriarch Hall in Chunlu Garden was so solemn that you could hear a needle drop.

The old woman Lin Chao seemed to be out of touch with the incident, with only a smile on her face.

But in fact, the old woman was the one who sent the letter to Luolu Mountain. The wording in the letter even seemed extremely aggressive, but it seemed that as soon as she saw the young swordsman, the old woman felt that nothing happened to her.

Song Lanqiao and Tang Xi looked at each other and felt that the situation was quite tricky. After all, relationships on the mountain were hard to maintain and easy to disperse, but they felt relieved in their hearts.

Because the owner of the mountain talked about the mausoleum and said that she would leave immediately to visit the Luolu Mountain in person.

Gao Song, who was in charge of money in Chunlu Garden, but the outside world only regarded Tang Xi as the God of Wealth, said that he wanted to go with the mountain owner, but Tan Ling did not agree.

The master Zhanglu asked the mountain owner why he didn't go after Chen Jianxian and why he took a long way around.

Song Lanqiao and Tang Xi looked at each other with stupid smiles again. In the previous discussions at the Ancestral Master Hall, both the leader and Gao Song had been quarreling with Song Lanqiao's master.

Tan Ling seemed a little tired. He waved his hand to signal that the discussion was over, leaving Lin Cha'e alone and chatting with the old woman about Shanzhu Chen.

Tan Ling took Song Lanqiao's ferry to the Skeleton Beach, and while waiting for the cross-continent ferry of the Pima Sect, the female Yuanying Patriarch was inevitably worried. He didn't know whether he would be able to wait for the young sect leader when he arrived at the Niujiao Mountain ferry. Can save the situation.

As for the two people who traveled together to ask for swords from a sect, when they were near the top of the mountain, Chen Pingan took out two pieces of dough, put it on his face, and handed one to Liu Jinglong, saying that he only had two of them, so he would make do with them. .

Liu Jinglong glanced at it but did not reach out. Because she is a woman.

Chen Ping'an was still persuading him, more vigorously than persuading him to drink, and said: "Isn't it pretentious? I, a swordsman, stand upright and care about what I can do with my face."

Liu Jinglong just used a blind trick and didn't wear a mask. Chen Ping'an sighed and said that he forgot there was any remaining dough, and handed over another one.

So two sword cultivators, an old man and a young man, walked to the foot of the sect mountain in the pale white apricot blossom moon.