Sword of Coming

Chen Pingan deliberately chose the day of Beginning of Winter when the ferry docked and dropped off the sect. Cui Dongshan temporarily built a few thatched huts at the entrance of the mountain and moved out a few tables. There were two sects on the upper and lower sects. There were quite a few people. It was almost the thirtieth day and Cui Dongshan was like The shopkeeper and waiter was busy in the kitchen with Shi Qiu. At the beginning of winter, a bowl of dumplings and a bowl of winter-tonifying soup, also known as ground root soup, are made from the roots of various plants and trees, which is for good luck. The food is sourced from nearby places. It is not a fairy tale. There is a plate of soy sauce and vinegar condiments on each table, and a large plate of cabbage pickled during the frost.

As for drinks, I'm sorry, if you want to drink, just conjure it up yourself. Our lower sect is very poor now.

There were five people sitting at the main table.

Chen Pingan, the owner of Shangzong Luolu Mountain.

The master of Luolu Mountain, whose Taoist name is Lingchun, has a long life.

There are also three temporary officials of the lower sect, the largest of which are Cui Dongshan, the first sect leader, Zhongqiu who is in charge of money, and Cui Wei, the head of the lower sect.

Cui Wei originally did not want to sit at the main table and wanted to give up his seat to Mi Yu, who was about to serve as the chief worshiper of the next sect. However, the mountain master held his arm and refused to let go, so Cui Wei had to accept his fate.

Yu Xian, who was sitting at another table, turned back and glanced at Cui Wei. The child curled his lips and said, "Hey, you can drink with Master Yinguan at the same table."

It's not a rare thing on the Sword Qi Great Wall, but in Haoran World, it's not much.

However, Yu turned around and seemed to be in a better mood. He picked up a dumpling with chopsticks, then took a bowl and took a big sip of the tonic soup.

Cui Wei was keenly aware of this change in his direct disciple. He looked at the young Yin Guan and gave a rare smile. Chen Pingan nodded in greeting. It was a small matter.

Which child in the world wouldn't hope that his father or master would be an upright man and have a good reputation when he goes out?

Chen Ping'an's direct disciples sat at the same table, which actually meant that there was one more Cao Qinglang than the previous ferry.

Cui Dongshan was the last one to sit down, cupped his hands and said: "Inherited from Zhengshuo, common things are created on the fly, there is a lack of characters, and we work hard to create..."

Chen Lingjun asked softly: "What do you mean by rice seats?"

Miyu asked: "Ask me? What do you mean?"

The two living treasures stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes.

The old god Jia on the side stroked his beard and said with a smile: "The general meaning of Sect Leader Cui is that this sect is the successor to the sect, which is the orthodox origin of Luoluoshan Xianghuo. It is now in the early stage of preparation, with not many manpower and poor materials, so it is waiting for When it comes to guests, I am careless and careless. I hope you will forgive me. Of course, our leader Cui is too self-effacing. He only talks about the plate of pickled winter rice on the table and the skills of the imperial chefs in the palace, but that's it."

Mi Yu asked curiously: "Brother Jia, have you ever entered the palace?"

Chen Lingjun grinned. Sword Master Mi asked this question well.

Jia Sheng said with a smile: "It's okay if a good man doesn't mention his bravery in the past, let alone the poor man's past. Talking about it will only make the magnanimous laugh."

Chen Lingjun chuckled and said: "When Brother Jia was young, he was a gentleman with a good reputation in the imperial examination. He was a Jinshi master who had eaten the Qionglin Banquet. He also published a collection of poems. Later, he gave up his writing and joined the army. After serving in the army, he had been on the battlefield for many years and had made considerable military exploits. According to Chief Zhou, he could have received a good posthumous title. But Brother Jia waited until the world was at peace at the foot of the mountain and had an audience with the emperor. Yao, hiding his merit and fame, traveled far and wide, and later on, he took on two great disciples, Deng Gao and Jiu'er, and fell in love with our master at the first sight, becoming Luo Po Mountain's enshrined immortal master."

Jia Sheng chuckled and said, "It made Mi Cixi laugh when his background was revealed."

Chen Pingan turned around and asked with a smile: "Jia Chongfeng, do you have these not-tacky past deeds? Why haven't I heard you mention them before?"

Immortal Jia quickly held the bowl in both hands and drank soup instead of wine, "How can I have the shame to brag about my achievements on the side of the mountain master? The family scandal must not be made public."

This shows how the owner of the mountain is very suspicious of people who don't use them and don't trust people when they employ him.

What a "not tacky" one! The mountain master's comment is sophisticated, and a few words are better than a thousand words filled with flowers.

Chen Pingan turned his head and looked at the mountain road. He could vaguely see the Shinto shape of burning incense and worshiping, and asked: "The predecessor of the mountain under our feet is the ruins of the Five Mountains of a certain country?"

Cui Dongshan nodded and said with a smile: "Sir, you are very discerning. It is true that the students have spent a lot of effort to move this mountain all the way. It is very heavy. The top of the mountain is the old Nanyue of the old Northern Jin Dynasty, the Shanjun Temple." The temple and the golden body of the god are no longer there. They were destroyed by the demon clan in that war, and the land was ruthlessly plundered by the wild world. There is no valuable heavenly material or earthly treasure left in the mountain, so now there is only If I want to restore the mountain to its former glory, I have no other choice but to throw money at it."

"This is also the reason why the new emperor of the Northern Jin Dynasty took action readily. I happened to pass by this mountain at that time and felt that I had a good eye. Later, I asked the Daquan Yao family to help with the matchmaking. Li Xiling, the Minister of Rites, Mr. Li, who is the emperor's uncle, worked tirelessly to , personally accompanied me on a trip to the capital of Northern Jin Dynasty, and spent fifty grain rain coins on me. "

It's similar to the dragon boat that flipped over in Luo Po Mountain. Instead of spending a lot of effort and spending money on repairs, it's actually better to buy a new ferry. For the new imperial court of the Northern Jin Dynasty, which was waiting to be renovated, trying to restore the old appearance of a mountain with broken mountain roots and exhausted water transportation was a bottomless pit that cost countless money, so it was not an ordinary waste. The matter of not changing the mountain is a dead rule after all. It is better to enshrine the new mountain, which can be regarded as a new dynasty and a new atmosphere. Regarding the site selection of Xinyue in the Northern Jin Dynasty, not only Dafu Academy had already reported it, but it also received permission from the Zhongtu Confucian Temple.

This means that the Confucian Temple has opened an opening for the entire Tongye Continent in this matter. Now that there is a precedent, the rest of the countries will follow the rules.

"It's just that the lower sect's land is only so big. It would be too bloated and overcrowded to accommodate the five mountains of the country. As an additional condition for purchasing the old mountains, because the price is indeed a bit lower, I have to agree to the new king's request. , our sect is willing to give priority to the Taoist monks from the Northern Jin Dynasty in the next hundred years. His Majesty the Emperor is young and courageous. He is very experienced when it comes to business. He is either a natural businessman or has the ability. The master taught me a clever trick. Anyway, I had to sit back and pay for the high price. After grinding and grinding, I only agreed to one additional condition: "Within five hundred years, at least three to five direct disciples of the Patriarch Hall of the Northern Jin Dynasty will be given a share." In exchange, except for the repair of the old city and the construction of the new city in the future of the Northern Jin Dynasty, all were handed over to our lower sect. The price was fair, everyone got what they needed, and everyone was happy. In addition, we were given a hundred years of mining of all the silver mines in the Northern Jin Dynasty. Quan, we contribute, the Northern Jin Dynasty just sits and collects money, open on September 1st..."

Hearing this, Chen Pingan finally interjected, "Isn't it too much to divide the accounts like this?"

If the lower sect takes 90% of the account, of course it is too much. If the lower sect only takes 10%, then the Northern Jin Dynasty goes too far.

Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "The students also wanted to negotiate an agreement of 28%, but Xinjun is very shrewd and has been prepared for it. The approximate reserves of the six overt and covert silver mine mountains have been carefully estimated by the Ministry of Household Affairs of the Northern Jin Dynasty. Even if we It only accounts for 10% of the income, which is indeed an astronomical sum of money. Sir, I can guarantee here that within 20 years, we will be able to open the leading bank account in Tongyezhou. "

Don't look at the silver village business on this small mountain. Human beings have lived along rivers since ancient times. So, is there any way in the world that is more attractive than the watery path of gold and silver?

Of course Cui Dongshan knew that his husband knew his intentions and plans.

When Nalan Yudi heard the words "silver" and "cents", she was most attracted to them. She quickly swallowed a mouthful of dumplings and cheered loudly. The little girl was full of energy and her eyes were shining.

Cui Dongshan turned around, smiled and returned the favor to this little money fan.

Now the little girl’s master is Luo Luoshan’s master, Fellow Taoist Lingchun!

Chen Ping'an took a sip of Bundong soup. After Cui Dongshan sat down, he continued: "I also like two mountains in the old Southern Qi, one is the old Zhongyue Mountain, and the other is the Prince's Mountain in the old Xiyue Mountain. They are both pretty enough to see, but The chaos there now is no better than that of the Northern Jin Dynasty, where the ties between the two countries were broken. The new emperor was a foreign relative with a shady reputation. He was treated badly by a large group of remnants of the previous dynasty. Undercurrents were surging up and down the government and the public. After five years, I can't even hope for stability. Even if I want to take advantage of the situation, I still have to worry about whether I will get a piece of yellow mud on my crotch and become a human being. So after thinking about it, I still feel that it is not necessary. I will wait until the situation is stabilized over there. Besides, no matter who you sign a contract with now, it may become a piece of waste paper the next day."

The Daquan Dynasty bordered two countries, the Northern Jin Dynasty and the Southern Qi Dynasty. The former was the continuation of Guo Zuo. The capital of the old Southern Qi Dynasty was reduced to the garrison of a military tent in the barbaric world in its early years. The demon clan took over and smashed the golden statues of countless gods. Therefore, the new king ascended the throne and established the title of the country. He would rather establish a country and proclaim himself emperor and hold a ceremony in a state city than go to the old capital to ascend the throne. He thought it was unlucky, so he simply abandoned it. In the past two years, After piecing together things here and there, and borrowing a large amount of foreign debt from the Daquan Yao family, and secretly giving away a lot of benefits, we were able to start rebuilding the new capital at the end of last year. If we were not careful, we would become a vassal state of the Daquan Yao family.

Cui Dongshan is not a king of the Five Mountains like Wei Bo, nor does he deal with mountains within his own jurisdiction, nor does he have the magical power of the ancestor who moved mountains, so the relocation of this old mountain cost Cui Dongshan a lot of energy and financial resources. , you must first set up a large formation to cover the entire mountain range, and then use the Buddhist Mustard Seed Sumeru Technique. In the end, it is equivalent to carrying a mountain back north. Therefore, for at least half of the mountainous journey, Cuidong Mountain cannot resist the wind and can only walk on foot. .

Learn from the ancient earthly immortals who moved across the rivers and lifted up the mountains.

After taking root on the ground, the talisman puppets who were the laborers and fishermen were either responsible for repairing and sewing the roots of the mountain, or they were responsible for spreading clouds and rain and gathering water transport in the lower sect boundaries.

In the future, when the three mountains are moved here, the lower sect will form an above-ground structure of one master and two auxiliaries.

After a hearty meal, Cui Dongshan led the way and the group began to climb the mountain. Cui Dongshan helped introduce the scenic spots along the way.

This mountain was formerly part of the Five Sacred Mountains. It cannot be just a single mountain, but an entire mountain range. Many of the mountains and peaks have been renamed by Cui Dongshan. In addition to renaming the old mountain to Xiandu Mountain, the ancestral mountain of the descendants of the clan in the future will be It is named after the main peak, Qingping Peak, and there is a Fuyao Ping on the top of the mountain.

As for the foot of the mountain on the other side of the secondary peak, there is a river nearby, which was named Luobaotan by Cuidong Mountain.

As soon as Xiao Mo heard the place name "Luobaotan", he was stunned, as if he noticed something strange about Xiao Mo behind him. The big white goose who was walking at the front with his sleeves rolled down laughed in his heart: "Mr. Xiao Mo, don't be too much." I think, there is no Taoist connection with Luobaotan Bixiao Cave in Stinky Niubi, I am just looking for good luck."

In that ancient era when humans and monsters were mixed in the world, and there were gods in the sky, Bixiao Cave next to Luobao Beach was invincible from the moment it came out of the cave.

At that time, all the Taoists and immortals in the world would be a little frightened whenever they met that person.

Of course, Xiao Mo was an exception. However, the two parties neither discussed Taoism nor had a sword fight. Instead, they had a good conversation, and they were relatively close. Xiao Mo even once landed on the treasure beach outside Bixiao Cave with the Taoist in Tsing Yi. Winemaking.

Chen Lingjun walked beside the big white goose, his sleeves swaying and crackling.

Mr. Zheng, the nephew of my nephew, said that this is called a flying dragon in the sky and clouds in Khotan, and it roars secretly when a thunderstorm passes.

Cui Dongshan turned his head, glanced at the old god Jia, and asked with a smile: "Second steward, where is that robe that looks very valuable, why don't you turn it out and wear it to bask in the sun and moonlight?"

Immortal Jia replied angrily: "I will always remember Master Cui's teachings, and I will always remind myself that it is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality."

It turned out that the blind Taoist priest had taken off his luxurious Taoist robes long before disembarking and put on the simple attire of a contemporary shopkeeper in Qilong Lane.

"The foot of the mountain follows the path of the mountain, and the mountainside follows the mountainside. Don't be too rigid. Now that you have become the second steward of Fengyuan Ferry, you can't be too shabby if you rely on clothes and gold. In the future, Old Immortal Jia needs to follow When people from all walks of life get along with each other, it is inevitable that they will encounter a few snobs, but don’t miss out on business because of your clothes.”

Cui Dongshan remained silent, and said with a playful smile: "The clothes are shabby, you can change the robes, but if you are poor and have a sour air that won't fade away, it won't be beautiful."

As a result, Cui Dongshan was slapped on the back of the head by his husband.

Chen Ping'an taught him a lesson: "You are all going to be the leader of the sect, who taught you the yin and yang strangeness?"

Immortal Jia quickly swallowed secretly, moistened his throat, and said in a serious voice: "Mountain Master, what Sect Master Cui said is absolutely true. If you don't regard Pindao as one of your own, why would you say that these are just good words that may sound offensive at first glance?" .”

Chen Pingan was silent.

Zhang Lü smiled.

Nalan Jade took out a pen and a bamboo slip from his sleeve and began to write down the words.

Previously, the young mountain master went to Qilong Lane to invite the old immortal Jia out of the mountain, and after agreeing to serve as the second steward of the ferry, Jia Sheng personally cooked and cooked a table of wine and food, and also called two disciples, Zhao Denggao and Tian Jiuer, and the old immortal was unprecedented. He didn't say much. He just toasted a few times and the words of the toast seemed very ordinary compared to the previous ones. He just thanked the mountain master for being willing to take in the three masters and apprentices and give them a place to stay. Instead of continuing to be homeless, and thanking Luo Po Shan for his kindness over the years, I can live a stable life without the slightest feeling of being dependent on others. If I am not a family, I am a family.

Finally, the old Taoist stood up, held a cup and saluted all directions, saying that he was grateful to God for opening his eyes and allowing him to be fortunate enough to come here, to meet Master Chen, and to meet everyone from Luoluoshan.

Everyone continued to climb all the way up, but unfortunately, all the great trees in the mountain had been cut down, and countless magnificent palaces and gymnasiums were destroyed, leaving only some traces of their foundations. Even the cliff carvings could not escape the damage. Or it was wiped out at will by the magic of the demon clan. When we reached a quiet path by the stream that was only slightly higher than halfway up the mountain, it was already higher than the bird path. The viewing pavilion by the cliff and the small pavilion by the water had disappeared. Only outside the mountain White clouds and birds flew slowly by.

The young man in white picked up a handful of water and said with a smile: "Sir, this water is good for making wine and making tea. This stream never overflows in floods and never dries up in severe droughts. It is one of the few places in the mountains that can be used. It’s done. And the further you go, the higher the quality of the stream water will be.”

Chen Ping'an smiled and nodded, "I can barely make wine and make tea."

Cui Dongshan tilted his palms and stood up, "From now on, I will set up a stone tablet near here and collect calligraphy with someone. If I want to engrave a poem about traveling to immortals, I will write it... Sir, why don't you improvise one?"

The person Cui Dongshan calls is probably Cui Chan.

There were so many people at the moment, it was hard for him to just call the old bastard.

I heard that the young mountain master wanted to recite poetry.

Immortal Jia shouted loudly, and Chen Lingjun immediately followed.

Nalan Yuzhao and the little fat man Cheng Chaolu applauded vigorously.

Chen Pingan had a dark face.

Fortunately, the millet grains are not here.

Chen Pingan turned to look at Xiaomo.

It's a hint to Xiao Mo that you have a rich collection of books in your heart and can check them quickly, so you can take care of this matter for you and help you get out of trouble. Just piece together a poem about traveling to immortals and reveal the matter in one stroke.

Xiao Mo, who originally had a reserved smile on his face, mistakenly thought that his young master was dissatisfied with her lack of support, so he immediately held the hiking pole in his arms, raised his hands, and clapped gently to show his expectation.

Chen Ping'an took the lead to move forward and only said, "Save it for now."

Immortal Jia stroked his beard and smiled, and whispered to Xiao Mo beside him: "The mountain master must be confident."

In fact, Chen Ping'an already has a rough draft. Who doesn't know how to write a few limericks? But Chen Ping'an was too embarrassed to show his shame in the presence of his wife and student Cao Qinglang.

Xiao Mo began to look through the books in his heart, and there were countless immortal poems with green words and green chapters. He nodded and said: "The ancient trees towering into the sky and the cloud house is always a true miracle, called the Immortal City."

Immortal Jia thought for a while, nodded and said: "Brother Xiaomo, I happened to borrow a poem by Ding Yanling to start the poem, which is quite appropriate for the occasion."

Cui Dongshan held the back of his head with both hands and said with a smile: "My mountain rises three thousand feet from the ground and has been standing in the sky for ten thousand years."

Approaching the top of the mountain, Cui Dongshan said in his heart: "Sir, the seating arrangement at the gate of Cai Cai Mountain is different from that at Luo Luo Mountain."

Cui Dongshan's arrangement is very consistent with Haoran's rules, so he doesn't seem too downtrodden.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "I promised you a long time ago that you can handle the next affairs yourself. I won't take care of it."

In the Luolu Mountain, there is a harmonious atmosphere and a strong atmosphere of human kindness. The realms of monks and warriors are nothing, so naturally they don't pay much attention to the distinction between priority, seniority, and closeness.

But Chen Ping'an doesn't think that if he goes down to the next sect, he must follow the example of the previous sect in everything he does.

Unless one day Chen Ping'an feels that there is something wrong with the next sect, he will make an exception.

When he arrived at Fuyao Ping on the top of the mountain, Chen Ping'an took out two items and handed them to Cui Dongshan. "Consider it a gift from me in advance. When the time comes for the celebration, there will be one left, so count separately."

A couplet presented by Wu Shuangjiang.

The Twelve Flying Swords of Yunwen Dynasty Jade City.

The young man in white tucks his sleeves into his sleeves and bows to his husband to thank him.

The cave sky obtained from Tian Wan has not yet "landed", and Cui Dongshan still has an interlocking landscape layout.

Chen Ping'an remembered something and asked Cui Dongshan with a smile: "Zhu Lian's swordsmanship is actually very powerful?"

Because the old temple master was a guest at Luopo Mountain last time and stopped at the entrance of the mountain. He just drank tea and chatted with Zhu Lian, a "hometown man" who was born in a blessed place. He took the initiative to mention Zhu Lian's swordsmanship and asked if Zhu Lian knew how to do it. Select nine sword immortal embryos as disciples. A Fourteenth Realm great monk will never talk casually.

When Chen Ping'an strayed into the depths of Lotus Roots, he only heard that Zhu Lian had two nicknames: Madman Wu and Young Master. At most, when the old cook first entered the world, he traveled far and wide with a sword, and he once caused a lot of powder. debt.

Cui Dongshan said: "Zhu Lian's swordsmanship is worthy of the word 'Zhuoran'. It is the master of swordsmanship in the world before Ding Ying of Blessed Land. It is like a peak rising abruptly from the mountains."

Chen Ping'an asked in confusion: "Then why have you never seen Zhu Lian practicing swordsmanship?"

On the other hand, every time I watched Xiao Heitan perform that crazy swordsmanship, the old cook was the most enthusiastic and supportive, flattering him a bit too much.

Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "Maybe the old cook feels that practicing swordsmanship is no longer interesting."

Chen Ping'an sighed: "It's really irritating to compare people to each other."

Far away is Zhu Lian, near is his disciple Pei Qian, and now there is Chai Wu beside him.

Cui Dongshan did not stay in Fuyao Ping for long, and soon said goodbye and left, leading everyone from the lower sect down the mountain to continue their busy work. Now everyone has a clear division of labor and a heavy workload.

Cui Dongshan also roped in three masters and apprentices from Lu Baixiang.

Cui Dongshan does all the affairs of the lower sect personally and must do everything personally. As the sect leader, Luo Luoshan felt like he was just given a sect quota.

Chen Ping'an glanced at the backs of Lu Baixiang's master and apprentice, as if she hadn't looked at Cao Qinglang much from Yuan Bao's meeting at the ferry to the time she followed Lu Baixiang to leave the top of the mountain.

Then there's no need to guess. Xiaomi Li, the god of retribution, must have been right. It's true.

It's just this kind of thing, what else can outsiders do besides knowing but pretending not to know.

Chen Ping'an looked at a hilltop near Qingping Peak. It seemed that it had been captured by Sui Youyou. It was similar to the top of Fuyaoping. She named it "Sweeping Flower Terrace".

The mountain breeze blows through the empty forest, rustling as if there are people.

A Feng Yuan Ferry, a cross-continent round trip, if you don't take into account the time of berthing, it takes almost a month each time, but it has to pass through 17 mountain ferries during the period, loading and unloading goods, there will definitely be a slight delay, so it is almost two Once a month, three times a year, that’s half a year. In those days, the cross-continental ferries that did business with the Great Wall of Sword Qi mostly made two round trips a year to the upside down mountain.

Before leaving Luopo Mountain, the old temple master only made one request, asking Cui Dongshan and Zhu Lian to tell Chen Ping'an. The survival of Tongyezhou Golden Summit Temple does not matter, but Shao Yuanran must be kept.

The implication is that no matter how Luolu Mountain and Jinding Temple fight, it doesn't matter how many people die in the latter, and it doesn't matter if the ancestral hall is demolished, but Shao Yuanran cannot be moved, and the true orthodoxy of Jinding Temple cannot be cut off. The Taoist tradition of Jinding Temple is extremely obscure and can be traced back to the Lou Guan sect which "knots grass into a building and observes the stars and energy".

Chen Ping'an and Cui Dongshan's previous plan was to select the site of the next sect and occupy the "Heavenly Power" position where the body and handle of the bucket meet. Not only to protect the Taiping Mountain, but also to completely disrupt the Seven Presents of the Golden Summit Temple. The layout of Eryin.

When Cui Dongshan chooses this place to establish his sect, Du Hanling of Jinding Temple will be more or less relieved.

But even if the two sides become half neighbors in the future, I don't know whether Du Hanling will come to congratulate him in person, or whether he will send the Taoist temple chief worshiper Lu Ying to test the depth.

Mi Yu found Chen Pingan and said softly: "Master Yin Guan, I have an immature suggestion."

Chen Pingan said angrily: "Immature? Then tell me when you are mature."

Miyu was extremely frustrated.

First there was Caique Mansion, and then there was Zhuchai Island. Chen Ping'an has not yet settled these two accounts with Mi Dajianxian.

It ruins the atmosphere of Luo Luoshan.

Mi Yu said bravely: "I want Xiao Mo to be the chief worshiper of the next sect. I will continue to retain the second position in Luopo Mountain and stay here to practice. As long as I am responsible for the work, I will never be lazy."

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "This matter can't be done for the time being. I have an agreement with Xiaomo. He will serve as a death warrior by my side for a certain number of years. His current status as a worshiper is just a cover-up. When the agreed period comes, Xiaomo will Whether to leave or stay is the real decision."

Miyu said: "With Xiaomo's temper and his affinity with Luopo Mountain,"

Chen Ping'an still shook his head and said: "This is the case, but the reason is not so."

Mi Yu was sincerely convinced, "No wonder I can only work as a doorkeeper in the accounting room when I get to Chunbanzhai."

"Mi Yu has always been the backbone of the Great Wall of Sword Qi."

Chen Ping'an added, "It is still the leader of our summer palace."

If Pei Qian had a headache when he met Guo Zhujiu, then Sword Immortal Mi would have an even bigger headache when he thought about the group of extremely smart young swordsmen in the Summer Palace. What you say is really hurtful. What kind of swordsman is a master of swordsmanship, talent and talent? What kind of swordsman is he? Yu Pu and Hua Cong are the two leaders...

Chen Ping'an suddenly said: "Has Chief Zhou invited you to Huashen Mountain in Yunku Blessed Land? Have you heard about Rouge Picture?"

Miyu said categorically: "I've never invited you, I've never heard of it!"

Chen Pingan chuckled and said: "That's not what Xiaomi Li said. Not only did she say that you are good at poems and have a great literary talent, she also swore and was full of confidence. She threatened to be a judge for Chief Zhou's Huashen Mountain Rouge List. Power."

Miyu looked helpless and started to act stupid.

Mi Da Jianxian walked with his front foot, and Chen Lingjun followed with his back foot.

Chen Lingjun said tentatively: "Master, let's discuss something."

Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "Because of your amazing talent and hard training, you are going to break through again? Are you planning to go to the river again?"

Chen Lingjun choked for words.

This time, Chen Lingjun was shameless and followed Feng Yuan Ferry south to Tongye Island. Of course, Chen Lingjun had some selfish motives, but this matter was more difficult to talk about.

Chen Ping'an said bluntly: "Don't even think about the guardianship of the lower sect. I have already discussed it with Dongshan and plan to let Hongxia serve as the right protector of the ancestral mountain of the lower sect."

Chen Lingjun scratched his head and said he understood.

A little disappointed, but nothing, just a little sad, just a drink.

In addition to Yuanyingjing Hongxia, who successfully turned into a dragon from the river, there is also Peixiang, the leader of the Fox Kingdom, but the latter is yet to be determined.

Chen Ping'an stretched out his hand to hold the boy in green's head, shook it slightly, and said with a smile: "When you reach the Jade Pu Realm one day, I will let you be the left protector of Luo Po Mountain. Isn't it the same as the protector of the mountain? Guan'er still bigger."

Chen Lingjun shook his head, feeling a little dizzy.

Chen Ping'an said frankly and honestly: "This matter was strongly recommended by Xiao Mili, Pei Qian seconded and agreed, and Nuanshu did not object. Since you are so convinced, I agreed."

Who doesn’t know that the Bamboo House lineage of Luolu Mountain is the most favored and most effective among the mountain owners?

Chen Lingjun suddenly realized, no wonder that stupid girl Nuanshu came to him out of nowhere not long ago and said some silly words, asking him to practice well and not to live up to his master's high expectations.

Chen Lingjun nodded vigorously, "Master, please be rest assured that I will definitely break through early."

Chen Ping'an reminded: "Delaying things urgently means you can't delay. Delaying things urgently means you can make sure you don't make mistakes."

Chen Lingjun grinned and said, "When I turn around, I will write down the jade slip on the bamboo slips and put it on the Luopo Mountain desk. It will serve as my motto."

Wearing a blue shirt with his arms wrapped around his sleeves, and a gentle look on his face, a young boy in blue clothed his arms around his chest, his eyebrows flying.

This is my own family.

Cui Dongshan, Immortal Realm.

Zhong Qiu, a martial artist at the peak of the Far Traveling Realm.

Cui Wei, Yuanying realm sword cultivator. His direct disciple cultivated his sword in Xiehui.

Cao Qinglang, a Qi practitioner in the Longmen realm, is about to become a Golden Alchemist.

The chief worshiper is Miyu, a bottleneck sword cultivator in the Yupu realm. This bottleneck is still bottomless, and its breakthrough is still far away. It's difficult to get into Yupu, that's why Mi Yu made a joke on the Sword Qi Great Wall. Now it's even harder to break through Yupu's bottleneck.

A cultivator of the genealogy of the Xizong Ancestral Hall, Sui Youyou, a sword cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm. She would join hands with her eldest disciple Cheng Chaolu to occupy a hilltop to practice, which she personally named the flower-sweeping platform.

Yu Xiehui and Cheng Chaolu, two sword immortal embryos from the Great Wall of Sword Qi, were both the founding disciples of their respective masters.

Shao Poxian, a remnant of the old Zhu Ying Dynasty, was born in the Dugu family of Zhu Ying. He was the incognito Crown Prince and a Yuanying Realm sword cultivator. The reason why the Lord of Zhongyue Mountain, Jin Qing, was so unconventional in paying respect to Luo Lo Mountain was because in the matter of buying and selling his own landscape, he made concessions with Cui Dongshan and then with Chen Pingan. In the end, it was almost equivalent to sending money to Luo Lo Mountain.

The maid Menglong is watching the sea. He is a descendant of the Meng family, the top tycoon of the old Zhu Ying Dynasty.

Shi Qiu, cave mansion realm.

The two earthly immortals and ghosts living in the "talisman skin" are a pair of Taoist monks on the mountain who share life and death. They were on the ferry before, fulfilling their duties and keeping silent.

There are also the three bereaved monks from Shuyi Tower in Yuzhigang. They are temporarily regarded as guest ministers of the lower sect. It is difficult to restore the incense tradition in Yuzhigang. Nowadays, the Tongyezhou Immortal Family has the same view on the catastrophe that destroyed the sect in Yuzhigang. It is almost the final conclusion in eight words: open the door and bow to the thief, you will bring the blame on yourself.

Therefore, none of the three former Shuyilou disciples showed up at today's gathering.

Chen Pingan did not ask the reason. Anyway, all the affairs of the next sect, no matter how big or small, were left to Cui Dongshan.

In addition, there is a Feng Yuan ferry connecting the upper and lower sects.

There is the chief steward, who is in charge of longevity, the second steward is Jia Sheng, the accountant is Zhang Jiazhen, and the small abacus is Nalan Yudul.

The Feng Yuan Ferry then continued all the way south, passing Taoye Ferry of the Daquan Dynasty and Jade Guizong, until it reached the Qushan Ferry at the southernmost tip of Tongye Continent.

Chen Pingan did not take the ferry to go on a long trip, but took Xiaomo, Pei Qian and Cao Qinglang to travel south together in the wind. Of course, it was not a sightseeing tour, otherwise Chen Pingan would not have left Guo Zhujiu behind, and Zhao Shuxia and Zhao Luan.

Chen Ping'an each has his own selfish motives and care for these direct disciples, but he must not be biased in his actions.

Just because Cao Qinglang is the definite candidate for the next sect master. His next sect is a cross-river dragon traveling south from Tongye Continent to Tongye Continent. He needs to get familiar with some Tongye Continent local snakes as early as possible, and he was previously under the leadership of Chief Zhou. In the blessed land of Yunku, Huang Yiyun promised to Huang Yiyun of Pushan Yuncaotang that he would bring his disciple Pei Qian as a guest in the future.

In addition to the Immortal Technique of Praying for Rain, as well as the Yunshui Shen he learned from Jiuzhen Immortal Pavilion, Chen Ping'an had already taught it to Cao Qinglang and Zhao Luan before leaving Xia Zong, and of course Chai Wu, who liked it at least every day. The little girl who drank half a catty of soju still asked Xiao Mo to teach her. Chen Pingan really couldn't teach her.

Before leaving, Guo Zhujiu asked his senior sister with a smile if he wanted to travel with him.

Pei Qian said of course he would.

Guo Zhujiu waved his hand, and the senior sister treated me as if we were going on a long trip together. I was lying at home, traveling around the world for nothing, and making a lot of money without leaving the house.

What else could Pei Qian do? He could only be speechless.

Regarding the hanging of the portrait in the ancestral hall of the Lower Sect, Cui Dongshan expressed his thoughts during the previous mountaineering trip and planned to ask a mountain friend from the Middle-earth Divine Continent to help draw a portrait of his husband.

He is a painting master as famous as Wu Daoxuan, nicknamed Gu Xiaqiu. Both of them are respected as painting saints by the world. Each has its own merits. One is meticulous and realistic, wonderful and grand, and the other is full of flowers and expressive. The former and Bai Ye were born in the same dynasty and were of similar age. Before Mr. Wu entered the mountains to practice Taoism, he had long been praised as "only a weak man at such a young age that he has exhausted all the beauty of painting". The emperor even specially ordered that there must be an edict. Painting, the reason turned out to be "worry about dispersing spiritual energy and disturbing the ghosts of a country." The latter's painting skills, especially the finishing touch, were said by Zheng Juzhong of Baidi City to be "unprecedented in the history of the common people."

Both of them are good at immortals, Buddhas, gods and ghosts, so it would be a great honor for the temples and Taoists in the Middle Earth Divine Continent to invite a certain painter to paint murals.

In the early years, the portrait of the literary saint that hung all over the world's literary temples was painted by Mr. Wu.

The old scholar was very satisfied at the time, but not so satisfied now, because neither the Buried River Biyou Palace in Tongye Continent nor the Chunshan Academy in Aquarius Continent were immediately recognized by people during their two visits. It can be seen from this that the painting The portrait is like the real person, but it lacks some spirit and spirit that can only be understood but not painted.

So this time the old scholar returned to the Divine Continent of Middle-earth, specifically to find the painting saint, and patted the old gentleman on the shoulder. The old scholar sighed with resentment in his eyes, "Since we are friends, I won't say anything more. After all, it was me back then. I can't blame anyone for asking for a portrait. Hurry up and bring me a bottle of wine. Let us drink some wine and just laugh it off."

The old man was so angry that he immediately tilted his head and raised his hand to slap his cheek, "Where is this thing? Where did it go? Was it taken away by someone?"

In fact, Cui Dongshan had already sent two portraits of his husband to Mr. Gu.

One is of Mr. Xiang on Osmanthus Island when he was a boy, and the other is of a young hermit attending a meeting in the Confucian Temple.

If Mr. Gu dares to deal with it carelessly, and dares to draw poorly, dissimilarly, not spiritually similar enough, then don’t forget about Cui Dongshan’s feelings and old friendship.

Cui Dongshan also has a requirement, that is, his husband must be in a blue shirt with a sword on his back.

The sky is clear and the ground is clear, among the lofty mountains, the mountain wind is surging, the white water is rushing, in the surging sea of ​​clouds, on the rolling rivers, headed by a man wearing a green shirt, traveling far away in the wind, with two big sleeves, making a hunting sound .

Overlooking the human world, the earth, mountains and rivers.

The group occasionally stopped for a leisurely walk.

A young official in the river promotion department, with old official uniform and frostbite on his hands, was pointed at his nose and yelled at him by an old man who looked like a river worker while playing the piano.

There was a singing and drinking banquet, flowing water, literati and elegant scholars singing poems, and a woman immediately composed a song and sang it endlessly. Her delicate jade hands patted the sandalwood, and the orioles sang and the swallows danced, creating a peaceful atmosphere.

An assistant officer affiliated with the Materials Appraisal Office of the Ministry of Industry rushed over with a copy of the official registration document. After getting off his horse, he hurriedly asked to see the chief officer. The concierge refused to let him in, and the official begged in vain, and was told "Get away". The dusty official had no choice but to squat on the roadside, looking eagerly at the gate, waiting for the chief officer to finish drinking and return to the capital. The chief officer who has been here for generations should not get so drunk that he falls unconscious today.

A place with beautiful scenery, the water is like a green ribbon, the mountains are like jade hairpins, the dusk mist wraps around the deep trees, and the setting sun gleams under the high buildings.

The immortal masters in the mountain were extremely busy rebuilding the Ancestral Hall. They also hired a Taoist master who was proficient in painting with a lot of money to paint five colorful dragons on the beams and pillars of the newly built Ancestral Hall. Before they even put the finishing touches, there were words like "Linjia flying, about to rain." The majestic weather of "fog".

They are digging mountains and quarrying stones within a radius of hundreds of miles. They are also paying for shopping with the people in the surrounding counties. They are tearing down many old wooden beams from the ruins of old government offices and abandoned houses. Vehicles are filled with strange things. Cars filled with flowers, exotic plants, and antiques gathered from all directions towards the top of this mountain.

While the people in the Patriarch Hall dispersed, a man wearing a green shirt took the lead and sneaked in quietly.

Pei Qian once passed by this place and had a few words with an old immortal master who was buying wine in the wells outside the city.

This mountaintop fairy family never left their hometown to go to the colorful world, so many genealogy monks died.

Chen Ping'an used the water method and the talisman to add the finishing touches to an ink dragon on the beam, almost changing and disappearing, just like a real person ascending to immortality.

Then put two fingers together, press Molong's forehead, tap it gently, and give some of the essence water transport, and then let it return to the beams and pillars.

In the night.

On the top of the undulating mountains, there is a flying bed that flies in the air. It is as big as a pavilion, full of craftsmanship, densely carved, and extremely gorgeous.

For example, at the foot of the mountain, there were two groups of officials and subordinates who were born as monsters. There were envoys from the Qing Dynasty who sounded gongs in front of them to clear the way, warning the idlers to give way and to be silent on both sides. After that, there were two rows of peacocks raised high for "car drivers" Feather fans, big umbrellas and flags.

In front of the "road", several figures suddenly stopped, drew a slight arc, and landed on the top of a mountain outside the route.

A woman rolled up a book and used it to lift up the curtain. She frowned slightly and looked down at the hilltop not far away.

The foreign Qi practitioners looked unfamiliar, and they didn't look like ordinary Taoists.

After some hesitation, she decided not to cause trouble, so she lowered the curtain and told her subordinates to continue on their way.

Xiao Mo saw the book in the hands of the Lady of the Mountain God Palace and said with a smile: "It's the Twenty-Four Flowers Trade Wind Seal. It came from a certain Supreme Guest from the Paradise of Hundred Flowers. According to a Shanshui Palace newspaper from Changchun Palace, Both the Master's and Master's seals of the Jianjianxian are on the list, but their rankings are far not as high as the Master's seals."

Chen Ping'an was confused, "What list?"

Xiao Mo explained: "It was a fresh competition made by a certain immortal house in Aaizhou, and the best seals in the past thousand years were selected. Young Master's Jianjian Immortal Seal was ranked third, and it seemed that there were ten seals together. Once it was published, sales were very good both in and out of the country.”

Pei Qian whispered: "What you do is really unethical. If master travels to Aaizhou in the future, he will have to come to your door to ask for payment."

Chen Pingan laughed it off.

Since he stopped here, Chen Pingan simply took Xiao Mo and the three of them to make a fire and cook together.

Cao Qinglang asked: "Sir, have you thought about the name of your next sect?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Yes, Dongshan came up with it. It's excellent."

Among the group of people, only Cao Qinglang did not drink.

Even if Chen Ping'an used his teacher's attitude, it still wouldn't work.

Very good, he is indeed his proud student and has his own opinion.

I looked at Pei Qian again. He had a good drinking capacity and was very good. His several trips to the rivers and lakes were not in vain.

Because Cao Qinglang didn't drink, Chen Ping'an naturally thought of Liu Wudi at the Taihui Sword Sect's drinking table. He had to fly his sword immediately to send a message, reminding Liu Jinglong that he had to stop in Dali Capital on his way to attend the next sect's celebration. He stopped and asked Han Zhoujin, a formation master from the Earth Branch lineage, to help give instructions on the formation. As for Han Zhoujin, fortunately, he had already said hello. I believe that when Liu Jinglong arrived at the Xianjia Inn, he would definitely leave happily and not return drunk.

Liu Jinglong, it seems that my friend is not as good as yours.

The moon was hanging in the sky and the mountain breeze was blowing. Chen Pingan was holding a wine bowl and looked up at the bright moon. He lowered his head and raised his head again and drank a bowl of wine. He had already thought about how to provide water for the stream in his Xiandu Mountain. It is famous as "the reunion moon in the sky and the second spring in the world". As for the first and third springs, I don't know. I can fight for whoever I love.

Pei Qian asked: "Master, what is the name of the next sect?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Let me keep it a secret and tell you later."

Before leaving Fuyao Ping, Cui Dongshan suggested naming the sect Qingping Sword Sect.

However, Cui Dongshan did not forget to add that his name must be better, so he treated it as a student's suggestion.

Chen Pingan thought it was very good, it was already the best, so he gave up his several alternate names without hesitation.

The swordsman is drunkenly looking at the countryside, the heart of the Tao is big and the world is small, the universe is narrow and the wine cup is wide, the past and present are short and the spirit is long. I am the only one who touches Qingping with a smile and holds a three-foot sword in my hand. I have never lost my life.