Sword of Coming

The trip to Fukou was very fruitful, because Pei Qian unexpectedly found a batch of secret files of palace examination papers among the bundles of books sold at low prices. It was a veritable only copy of Wei Mo's original works, which compiled the palace examinations of nearly a hundred imperial examination champions in the country. Articles, every top-scholar examination paper has bright cinnabar inscriptions, which are the "No. 1 and No. 1" approved by emperors of all dynasties. In addition to the main text of the policy essay, there is also the title and name of the examiner at the end. It's light and has a lot of time, but it's rich in literary spirit, so it's a real miss.

Chen Ping'an flipped through several old and recent palace examination papers respectively, and casually memorized a series of official titles and names.

At that time, next to the shop, a thin old man wearing a Confucian shirt was dumbfounded. He was probably shocked by Chen Pingan's luck. He hesitated for a long time before asking Chen Pingan if he could resell these examination papers to him.

Chen Pingan shook his head and said with a smile: "Old sir, I'm sorry to obey."

The old man smiled casually and said: "A gentleman does not take what others like, but I was rude."

What's more, I don't have much money in my pocket. I came to this mountain crossing just to relax. How can I have the confidence to negotiate business with these mountain immortal masters? Three fairy coins, one each for Xuehua, Xiaoshu and Guyu, were all gifts from the new emperor and were intended to be family heirlooms.

Xiao Mo said in his heart: "Sir, this old gentleman just now seems to be more interested in the recent examination papers. When he saw the names of the people above, his mood fluctuated greatly."

Chen Pingan said: "The old gentleman has both official and battlefield aura. Maybe he saw his name and that of his colleagues on the palace examination paper."

Chen Pingan fell in love at first sight when he saw a pair of Aolong button seals with no margins on both sides.

Contentment. Not enough knowledge.

The gold and stone are not heavy, and there is no famous signature, so the price must be cheap, but it is not just sold, but as a bonus, the customer has to buy an additional valuable item.

It just so happened that Chen Ping'an also fell in love with a purple sandstone ladle pot with the inscription "Hometown of the blue bird in the clouds, world of dragons under the sea". I plan to buy it and give it away later.

The price of the items in the shop is thirty pieces of snow money. Nowadays, if the mountain utensils in Tongyezhou are even remotely related to aura, and if some added "story" of the Immortal Mansion is added, the price will be frighteningly high, driving up the price and causing endless competition.

In fact, it is expensive, but when I think of being at my own ferry, okay, just treat it as an exception and be a caretaker?

As soon as Chen Ping'an reached out to pick up the purple clay pot, he was bumped on the shoulder and snatched away the stone ladle pot. He turned to the shopkeeper and shouted loudly: "Let's negotiate a price!"

He didn't care about anything and let the man pay for the purple clay pot. Chen Ping'an moved around and picked up a three-color jadeite bracelet that symbolized good fortune, wealth and longevity. The store priced it at ten snow coins.

Unexpectedly, a friend next to the burly man reached out again. Chen Pingan gently raised his elbow, picked up the other person's wrist, and said with a smile: "How can you buy things like this?"

In fact, Chen Ping'an has discovered clues. Among this group of people, there is a half-hearted Mr. Qingwu. With his hands in his sleeves, he secretly turned the pointer of a poorly made treasure plate to roughly determine the direction of the wealth. There is a master in the mountain who has a long life, and Chen Ping'an has some fortune. Naturally, he was misunderstood by Mr. Qingwu. Coupled with the secret files of the previous batch of palace examination papers, the other party thought that Chen Ping'an would be selected. Just buy whatever you want and make sure you make a profit.

In fact, this is a common occurrence in the antique business at the foot of the mountain.

Chen Pingan would definitely not let go of the bracelet on his hand, because he had already thought about who to give it to.

Mr. Qingwu, who was holding the treasure plate halfway, smiled and said: "This little brother, I advise you to give up your love. Even if you are a god on the mountain, you still have to be careful when you go out, where the mountains are high, the water is deep and the wind is strong."

Next to this immortal of the cave realm, stood a strong and pure martial artist, armed with a sword and wearing a very old official badge.

If he could conquer the four realms, he would be a mountain top realm master.

Pei Qian gathered his voices and explained to his master: "This group of people are all worshipers of the Great Xia Dynasty in the south. But now that the dynasty is falling apart, there are three people who have been crowned emperors. One prince and two military generals are all fighting for it. A few years ago, they started to send people out to search for money. The methods were similar, and the goods were not much better. However, these sacrificial plaques are all old objects in the palace, so I can't tell them apart. Whose subordinate..."

Pei Qian suddenly took action, and someone actually dared to reach out and grab her waist. Pei Qian hit the other party's door with an elbow, and the latter flew out of the store.

Mr. Qingwu shouted angrily: "Be careful, it's a demon clan!"

The shopkeeper turned pale with fright. Tongyezhou was really riddled with holes. He had suffered terribly from the monsters in the wild world in the past few years. He shouted loudly outside the door: "Hurry up and send a message to Lingbi Mountain!"

In the past, when ancestors were worshiped during the Qingming Festival, there would still be paper ashes flying like white butterflies in front of the graves. Now, when the sun sets on the fox and rabbit burial mounds, descendants of several graves come, and only countless new ghosts cry out for the old ghosts.

After receiving the secret words from Mr. Qingwu, the burly man who had snatched the stone ladle pot earlier shouted in a deep voice, and his clothes fell apart on the spot, revealing two tattoos on his upper body, one of a dragon on the shoulders, and another of a tiger descending from the mountain.

The old man who was still in the shop said in a deep voice: "This kind of joke is not allowed."

Pei Qian turned to look at his master. Chen Pingan nodded and just took action at will.

So this group of worshiping gentlemen from the old Daxia Dynasty went to lie down outside the door and enjoy their blessings.

Chen Pingan put away the jade bracelet and put it into his sleeves, then picked up the pair of seals. Finally, he put ten snow coins on the counter, turned around and cupped his fists at the old gentleman and said, "Thank you."

The old gentleman smiled and said, "It's easy with a little effort."

Then the old gentleman said with deep meaning, "The immortal masters of Lingbi Mountain will come here later. I can try my best to help explain a thing or two, but whether the explanation can be clear in the end depends on the immortal masters of Lingbi Mountain."

There is something in the old man's words, and the implication is that he is your master from the top of the mountain. If his reputation is big enough, maybe he can turn big things into small things. Otherwise, it will be very troublesome, and it will be extremely difficult. He will be identified as a demon monk by a Qi practitioner worshiped by the royal family. , not to mention that Lingbishan can't afford it, if the store fails to reach an agreement today and the two sides take action, Dafu Academy may be alerted and a gentleman or sage from the academy will be specially sent to come over to verify the identity. Of course, if it is later proven that Lingbishan deliberately lied, he will be guilty.

A young and strong guard beside the old man hesitated to speak, because he was worried that his master would cause unnecessary trouble.

After receiving the news from the Lingbi Mountain Patriarch Hall, how could they dare to take it lightly? The old mountain master, with a golden elixir and two dragon gates, hurried to Yeyundu against the wind. As if facing a formidable enemy, he stood at the door of the shop.

After the old man announced his identity, Xiao Mo smiled from the bottom of his heart and said, "Young Master knows things like a god."

Because this old master who has made great contributions to the reconstruction of a country is indeed one of the people on the palace examination paper, and his official title is a bit long, Shaobao and Crown Prince Taibao, Minister of Rites, Wenhua Palace, Bachelor of Arts.

He was a civil servant with the clearest background, and he was full of talents in both the government and the public. However, the old man did not follow the late emperor to escape to that new world. Instead, he stayed in his hometown and homeland and was on the battlefield for many years. In the past few years, he blocked several people including the old Daxia Dynasty. Border invasions from neighboring countries. Now that I have retired and returned to my hometown, I just happened to pass by this place. I had nothing to do and planned to enjoy the scenery on the mountain. The only drawback was that I was short of money.

Lingbi Mountain obviously knows the identity of this old man, but they still dare not take it lightly. If a group of monster monks are really missed, with the temper of the new mountain master of Dafu Academy, Lingbi Mountain can directly The mountain has been closed for hundreds of years.

Chen Pingan said directly from his heart: "We are from Xiandu Mountain."

The golden elixir ancestor from Lingbi Mountain asked cautiously: "Are you a fellow sect of Master Cui?"

The generous young man in white, who is now the master behind Yeyundu, visited Lingbi Mountain before and claimed to be from Qingping Peak in Xiandu Mountain and his surname was Cui.

Chen Pingan smiled and nodded.

The flood almost washed away the Dragon King Temple, which was a bit embarrassing. The three old masters of Lingbi Mountain didn't know what to say for a while.

He did not exchange too many polite greetings with the three Immortal Genealogy Masters. He just made them worried that there would be hidden dangers in today's farce, so they could send a message to Dafu Academy with flying swords.

Chen Ping'an took out the large pile of palace examination papers, handed them to the old man, and said with a smile: "The old man is right, a gentleman does not take what others like."

The old man was very happy. He took the palace examination paper and laughed and said, "May I ask the immortal master, what is the price?"

Chen Ping'an waved his hand and said, "It's hard to buy a few fair words."

The old man smiled and nodded, "Then you won't be polite to the immortal master."

After leaving the shop and walking on the ferry bank, Chen Pingan glanced at Cao Qinglang and asked with a smile: "What do you want to say?"

Cao Qinglang replied: "The student has just figured it out."

When you are with the Master of Jishan Prefecture, you will still have some temptations. This is your own business. If you are with the Immortal Master of Lingbi Mountain, you will have to identify yourself early on, intentionally or unintentionally. Otherwise, the other party may have a good family background. It may also show an ugly face, or it may be conceited but act cautiously, or it may be that one would rather kill by mistake than by mistake and take action directly. In short, there are various possibilities. However, the husband did not do this. Apparently, he really left all the affairs of the next sect to the younger senior brother as agreed.

The guard next to the old man said: "Master, the other party has a lot of background, and he was able to let Lingbishan let him go without saying a word."

The old man smiled and just said "Hanlin style".

He has been the Minister of Rites for many years and has presided over the imperial examinations many times. Both the government and the public have said that he is a peach and a plum.

Now.

The old people are still there, but those peach and plum trees, so many young people, high-spirited, energetic and literary, are really speechless now.

In a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, they passed by a temple at the foot of a mountain outside the county town, and a group of people went into the temple to burn incense.

When you enter a temple, if there is a plaque on it, don’t ask for it from outside. If you hang a plaque in the main hall, you will feel at ease.

There are pilgrims entering the temple and monks going out.

Generally speaking, when a temple is established, it is no longer necessary to travel alone. You can only go out to study after the summer is over. Every time a wandering monk goes to a temple and goes to the main hall to worship the Buddha, you only need to look at the statue of Veda Bodhisattva to know. Can this temple be a jungle of ten directions, or a jungle of descendants that only provides one night and two meals? In this Zen temple, Skanda Bodhisattva stands alone with his left hand, and his right hand holds the demon-conquering pestle in front of his chest. This means that it is a Buddhist jungle that is half ten squares and half descendants. A traveling monk can hang out here for three days, but it is not suitable. An Dan lives permanently.

There is no need for temple acquaintances to remind foreign monks of these agreed-upon Buddhist rules.

After passing the Heavenly King's Hall, Chen Ping'an and Cao Qinglang each twisted three sticks of incense outside the Main Hall, and then put them in the incense burner.

It's just that the student holds the incense with his left hand, but the gentleman holds it with his right hand.

Only Pei Qian went to kneel and kowtow inside the hall after offering incense outside the hall.

Xiao Mo did not offer incense, but just looked at the Buddha statue enshrined in the main hall.

If people in the world cannot see the Buddha, they will create images to see him.

But this "young man" with a yellow hat, green shirt and green bamboo staff has seen the real Buddha.

Afterwards, the group passed the Main Hall and climbed the steps on the left, passing by the Medicine Master Hall. Finally, at the Sutra Pavilion, they returned to the mountain gate from the right.

Suddenly it started to rain. Chen Pingan stood in the corridor and waited for the rain to stop. The rain was amazing, but it didn't look like it would last long.

For some reason, in the heavy rain, a woman and a child were kneeling outside the mountain gate.

In the main hall of the temple, there was a middle-aged monk, kneeling on the futon, lowering his head and clasping his hands together, with tears streaming down his face.

Cao Qinglang wanted to take out an oil-paper umbrella from the "little cave sky" given by Xiaomo and give it to the woman and child so that they could hold an umbrella in the rain.

Chen Pingan shook his head.

After the woman got up, Chen Pingan spoke to Pei Qian, and Pei Qian walked away holding an umbrella in one hand.

The woman quickly wiped the corners of her eyes, smiled gently, took the child, and thanked the kind-hearted woman together.

After winter this year, the mountains and rivers of Tongyezhou were swaying, and the devastated central area was covered with heavy snow. Before the light snow season, a heavy snowfall started to fall in various places.

The weather is freezing, so many ice factories have opened up at the foot of the mountain, and cellars have been opened to store ice cubes so that they can be taken out next summer.

In the territory of the old Daxia Dynasty, two cavalry armies fought against each other and fought against each other.

Behind the army, a young man wearing luxurious armor was persuading an old sea-viewing immortal to take action quickly in order to turn the tide of the battle. In general, he said that to deal with these warriors on the battlefield, the immortal master's heaven-reaching magic would definitely be able to defeat them. The momentum is overwhelming, one can defeat ten thousand. As long as he performs extraordinary feats and returns to the capital, he will become the national master of a country and there will be no objections from the court...

The old immortal master held his beard and kept silent. In the end, he really couldn't shirk it, so he flew into the clouds and used the mist to sacrifice two life objects. They were both offensive and defensive, and the brilliance flowed. The precious light shone through half of the battlefield. The old immortal used his magic to quickly win a prize. With great military exploits, the technique was put into practice. The old monk thought that his spiritual energy was still sufficient, so he would use his magical power to press the bottom of the box with one hand before evacuating the battlefield. Without thinking, he was attacked by the enemy's secret crossbows on Yitong Mountain, and broke through. The old monk was about to retreat early when he was about to retreat early when he was about to retreat early. He was shot dead on the spot by a pure warrior hidden in the formation, who was holding a huge bow and shot a series of arrows. The dozens of talismans with cloud pattern inscriptions were shot on the spot. The arrow actually drew an arc in the air, following it like a shadow. The old monk who couldn't avoid it was pierced through the whole chest by the arrow as thick as a copper coin.

A hilltop outside the battlefield.

After seeing that scene, Pei Qian said: "It is not difficult for a Taoist to join the battlefield and gain credit. However, if you want to rely on your own efforts to determine the outcome of the battlefield and wantonly massacre the soldiers at the foot of the mountain in the army, you must never do it again."

Cao Qinglang nodded.

Chen Pingan's face was expressionless.

Xiaomo was absent-minded.

When it snows, beside an ancient bridge, several old plum trees are all white, and the plum blossoms are completely clear of snow.

At one end of the long bridge, it looks like an old master from the academy, leading a group of scholars on a study tour, stopped here to enjoy the scenery.

In fact, he is an old monk in the cave realm who is in his seventies. He is talking to a group of disciples about those illusory fairy family affairs, about the money and land of the monks who practice, and about the immortals in that place who can be thousands of years old and have childlike faces and walking steps. Slight illness, soaring into the air, immortality, entering and exiting caves, heavens and blessed lands, crossing all lakes and seas, and conquering the five mountains and mountains.

These words made the disciples who had just been on the mountain a few years ago feel full of energy and yearn for it.

The old monk stretched out his hand to gently push the snow on the bridge railing, and said with a smile: "There are many paths on the mountain, but since ancient times, there are hundreds of skills that disciples can learn from. Only the path of Sword Immortal has always been reserved for masters, and no disciples have ever taken the initiative to seek it out." A master can make it happen. The threshold for a swordsman to recruit a disciple has always been as high as the sky. He would rather lose the inheritance than pass it on lightly..."

A young man nodded and said, "No wonder there are so few sword immortals in the world."

The girl on the side glared and said, "Don't interrupt my master."

The old monk pushed the snow with the back of his hand and let it fall on the ice at the bottom of the bridge. "It has been said from ancient times that a true swordsman has superior swordsmanship and is blessed by heaven and earth. Therefore, he never bothers to rely on magical weapons. He only needs to refine a sword." Pill, there is the wonderful transformation of the divine dragon. With the pure Taoist heart as the box, the white room is as bright as the sun and the moon, and the head can be taken from thousands of miles away..."

A group of disciples listened with fascination. Well, except for the young man who liked to make trouble, he couldn't help but said again: "Uncle, last time we met your old friend on the mountain, we begged him for a long time, but he didn't give up. I sent you the Shanshui Di report. Didn’t he say that there is a place under the sky called the Great Wall of Sword Qi? The Di report said that the place there is not big, but everyone is a swordsman. So what are the old swordsmen like? Accepting a new swordsman as his apprentice?"

The old monk smiled as usual, but he couldn't stop complaining in his heart. Why did the senior brother accept such a disciple? Is this boy busy building a house at home? He likes to cause trouble so much.

In fact, the old man himself had just learned about a place called the Great Wall of Sword Qi from his friend's Shanshui Residence newspaper.

Far away on the other side, a group of people walked through the snow towards the bridge, their feet creaking.

The old monk turned his head and looked around. In the wind and snow, a man wearing a green shirt was walking at the front, holding a snowball in his hands. He was followed by three people, all of whom looked young.

The young man asked in a low voice: "Uncle, please quickly use your magic, open your clairvoyance or something like that, and help me see if there is any swordsman looking for an apprentice among that group of people."

The old monk laughed angrily and said, "Ask yourself!"

An ancient bridge, two groups of people passing by.

The old monk took the initiative to smile and nod in greeting, and the man in green shirt with two swords folded at his waist smiled and nodded in return.

After the group of people moved away, the young man said: "Uncle, I guess there are no sword immortals. Those who walk with a sound will not leave any trace on the snow."

The old monk was too lazy to pay attention to the young man and continued to talk about the strange things, miraculous things and miraculous things on the mountain. In fact, they were also landscape stories that the old man had heard from hearsay.

The Mirage City of Daquan Dynasty, after snowfall, is like a glazed fairyland, so beautiful that it is impossible to distinguish between heaven and earth.

A group of tourists from other places handed over customs documents at the gate of the capital.

Cao Mo, Zheng Qian.

As for Cao Qinglang and Xiaomo, they both used the household registration status of the Dali Dynasty.

When the next sect is completed, Cao Qinglang will have the identity of a Tongyezhou monk with a golden genealogy.

After walking out of the city gate, Xiao Mo said: "Master, in this vast world, it's not common for a woman to become emperor, isn't it?"

There are quite a few women who listen to politics behind the curtain.

Emperor Daquan Yao Jinzhi.

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "It's very rare."

Thinking of something, Chen Ping'an said to Cao Qinglang: "The chief priest of the Daquan Dynasty now is Liu Zong, the knife sharpener in your hometown of Blessed Land. Last time Pei Qian and I met Liu Zong here, he was still at the bottleneck of the Golden Body Realm, but This is because the old temple master deliberately made it much more difficult for Liu Zong to break through than for ordinary martial artists."

Pei Qian pursed his lips.

Cao Qinglang glanced at her.

Because I had accompanied Xiao Mili to visit the mountain gate before, and I heard Xiao Mili say that there were a lot of stories about Pei Qian accompanying the good mountain master through the Daquan Dynasty.

Pei Qian immediately came over with side eyes and wanted to complain again?

The group first found a stay at an Xianjia Inn in Mirage City, called Wangxing Flower Pavilion.

Birds have their own paths, and snakes have their own paths. On mountain ferries and at Xianjia Ferry, there is often a brochure that introduces the inns along the way and is given to guests free of charge. The content is detailed and praised to the heavens. It is often because both parties have a lot of incense. The relationship between the inn and the ferry and the ferry is definitely not in place.

In fact, the most famous inn in Daquan Dynasty is Taoyuan Villa on the Taoye Ferry side.

I heard that it is the first choice for female nuns in Yizhou. Even if I have to raise money, I will stay there.

Entering the door of the inn, the first thing that catches the eye is a high screen wall, three feet high, with koi carps and lotus flowers, all like living creatures.

Chen Ping'an stopped and looked up to admire it for a moment. If the inn in Dali Capital City that didn't even have a name had this intention, the business would not be so deserted.

After requesting four rooms, Chen Ping'an asked the inn for a stack of recent landscape newspapers. Xiao Mo and others stayed in the room, sitting around the table.

Still only Cao Qinglang was drinking tea, while the other three were drinking.

Regarding the Jade Guizong, they are all about the size of sesame seeds and mung beans, but they take up a lot of space. This is the power of the leader of Yizhou Xianjia.

In the past, there was a confrontation between the north and the south. Among them, the Tongye Sect had steadily dominated the Yugui Sect, but now it was undoubtedly the dominant one. On the other hand, the Tongye Sect was like a single leaf on a continent.

Almost every Di newspaper had a different version of the Huashen Mountain Rouge Ranking, which Chief Zhou personally conducted. Regardless of whether they recognized the rankings of those fairies or not, they would also scold Jiang Shangzhen.

In addition, there are the elixirs from Qinghu Palace and Xiao Longqiu's sword quest.

There are also many imperial courts after Yamashita's restoration, which solicit tributes through their residence newspapers, regardless of monks or warriors. The official documents issued by the Ministry of Rites of various countries are similar to the heroes' invitations in the world.

A lot of gossip about Aquarius Continent, such as the viewing ceremony at Luoluo Mountain, was just scribbled down.

Xiao Mo took a copy of the newspaper and said, "This Tongye Sect seems a bit annoying. After all, it is a sect, but it has such a miserable end?"

Chen Pingan said with a smile: "I will spare no effort to praise and kill, and I will kill you with a stick. In fact, the good is often not that good, and the bad is not that bad. Anyway, it is easy to see that people are shouldering the burden. It is not too big to just watch the fun. But Our Chief Zhou has a good saying, "

Xiao Mo nodded and said: "Although I haven't met Chief Zhou yet, Xiao Mo has already admired him."

In Luolu Mountain, Chief Zhou's reputation is well-known from top to bottom, inside and outside.

Chen Pingan endured it, but finally couldn't hold it back. He laughed out loud, quickly took a sip of wine, and then said something that made Xiao Mo confused, "Our Chief Zhou will definitely be worried when he returns home. It's okay. Anyway, he likes to spend money the most, so he doesn’t have to feel lazy when he becomes the chief worshipper.”

In fact, Chen Ping'an still wanted to read more news about the Daquan Dynasty from the newspaper. For example, there was a rumor in it, which was conclusive and convincing.

Yao Lingzhi lost a knife.

The chief officials of the Criminal Department, the Duchayuan and Dali Temple, and the three legal departments of the Daquan court were very anxious and worried when they met. As for the Langguan of the Criminal Ministry, the censors of the Duchayuan, and the Cheng of Dali Temple, the so-called small three legal departments were all opened. I don't know how many discussions there have been, but the three yamen have already been in a state of panic, but they dare not leak any information to the outside world.

This matter, whether it's a big deal or not, is the theft of a sword of magical quality. It's a small matter, but it's not a small matter, because this knife is a treasure of the previous dynasty and has an unusual symbolic meaning.

In the officialdom, the most troublesome thing is this kind of thing, trying to figure out what is going on. Yao Lingzhi's saber has a great origin. It is a national treasure that has been hidden in the Daquan Dynasty's treasure house for more than two hundred years. It is called "Mingquan". The founding emperor of the Liu family of Daquan started from a young age. He was a military general who usurped the throne to establish the country. He was suspected of unfairly winning the country. Especially this founding emperor, he also killed the last emperor of the previous dynasty with a knife.

The last time Chen Ping'an was in Mirage City, he had seen the "Famous Spring" with his own eyes. It was a royal treasure given to the emperor's sister Yao Lingzhi that day. It was indeed a magic sword of excellent quality. The wooden scabbard is covered with green shark skin, and the handle is inlaid with treasures. It is worthy of the saying "priceless", and it is naturally more powerful than ghosts and monsters.

According to the few words in the newspaper, it was Yao Xianzhi, the governor, who seemed to have suddenly changed his character. He changed from an alcoholic to a conscientious person. He personally discussed with His Majesty the Emperor and took over the matter, leaving the three yamen as assistants. , all relaxed a little. Even if the sky falls, Mr. Fu Yin will still hold up. In addition, Lord Fu Yin had a very well-organized approach to the matters of enshrining monks and arresting police officers, making the entire capital area inside and outside Mirage City tight on the inside and loose on the outside, without disturbing the people and orderly. Only then did the officials in the capital remember this incident. , this prince of a first-grade county who wears the hat of a governor, was once a child of the Yao family who joined the army at a young age. The reason why he lost his arms and legs was because he fell on the battlefield.

Xiao Mo said: "If you can draw a picture of the famous spring, Xiao Mo can try it and help Yao Fu Yin find out the whereabouts of this sword. After finding it, secretly return it to Fu Yin's Yamen Office, and then Leave a letter explaining where you came from and why.”

Pei Qian smiled and said: "It's like a knight-errant who does things without leaving his name."

Cao Qinglang put down the newspaper in his hand and said: "Senior Xizhu, this matter does not rule out the possibility that Emperor Daquan did it intentionally. If such a thing happened when the 'Deposed Emperor Liu' was in power, it would certainly be a big deal. Big, but now that the Yao family is in charge of the country, a piece of treasure that belongs to the previous dynasty is already considered a national treasure. It is not necessarily a bad thing to lose it. As written in the Di newspaper, there are songs circulating in Mirage City. He came and said that there was a watchman who saw with his own eyes that with a flash of sword, he transformed into an evil dragon and fled the capital."

Unlike Pei Qian, who would directly call Xiao Mo or Mr. Xiao Mo, Cao Qinglang still insisted on calling Xiao Mo "Senior Xi Zhu".

Xiao Mo nodded with a smile, raised the wine bowl, and drank the wine in one gulp.

Cao Qinglang raised the bowl and replaced the wine with water.

Chen Ping'an said: "I will take Xiao Mo to Yao Mansion immediately. Pei Qian, Cao Qinglang, you two can take a stroll around Mirage City."

The last time they went to Yao Mansion, Chen Pingan and Cui Dongshan used their own merits to draw talismans and posted them inside and outside the house to ensure that General Yao could preserve his vitality and sleep soundly, and then he could wait peacefully for Chen Pingan to ask someone to renew his life. Life-extending elixir. But Cui Dongshan told the Yao family two things straightforwardly at that time. Even if he really asked for the elixir from the mountain, General Yao would have a long life. And the elixir had to be paid for by the Yao family, not to mention a piece of fairy money. , even a penny of copper is not allowed. This is a rule. It is the same as the incense money for burning incense in the temple. Pilgrims are not allowed to borrow it from outsiders.

This time, Chen Pingan also brought two pills.

It was my husband who asked for two life-extending pills from Fu Lu Yuxuan and Longhu Mountain Heavenly Master Zhao Tianlai, which were most suitable for the people under the mountain to take.

Old scholars are generally not picky with rich people, but in this matter, few lions speak loudly. It is not the old scholar who has restored his status as a literary saint and cannot ask for more elixirs, nor is it Yu Laoer and Tianshi The mansion does not have any more treasury. It is just a monk in the mountain. The pursuit of longevity is a disobedient thing. Borrowing elixirs to extend your life has some taboos, but they are not big. However, the monks at the bottom of the mountain, who have run out of oil and lamps, try to "add energy" with external objects. Oil", but there are many taboos.

First of all, the loss and retention of a person's spiritual energy is not a matter of monks accumulating the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and replenishing it when it is used up. Especially for those old people who are about to die, the entire spiritual energy of a person is like a river rushing into the sea, never to return.

Therefore, many blessed people, the elderly, actually have some sense of the end of life and death. In particular, eminent Buddhist monks and Taoist masters can even know the specific time accurately.

Just like at the intersection of sea and land, if you stop and watch for a moment, this is the so-called reflection.

Furthermore, the people on the mountain who live on the mountain and the people on the mountain can live longer and longer, which is a bit like eating mao grain in Yin, which will destroy the blessings of the ancestral shadow of the person who takes the medicine. Therefore, the real magical effect of these two elixirs is to use a portion of Yin De to make elixirs. Used as medicine, it can add more than a year to General Yao's life, which is equivalent to an extremely long period of reflection. And this is already the limit.

Xiao Mo suddenly said: "Sir, if you guessed your identity correctly, that Master Fu Yin will come to visit you soon."

Chen Ping'an stood up anyway and said: "After meeting him, we will go to Yao Mansion."

At the door, I met Yao Xianzhi, who no longer had stubble on his face. Although the governor of the capital looked a little tired, his eyes were as bright as those of a young man in the past.

Walking out of the alley together, when Chen Pingan and Yao Xianzhi talked about the elixir, Yao Xianzhi, who was limping, didn't even say a polite word to Mr. Chen.

It would be a pity in life if you can't change your name to brother-in-law.

Yao Xianzhi said softly: "Mr. Chen, I checked for help. Over in the Northern Jin Dynasty, there are no monks living in Xirugo Temple as Mr. Chen mentioned last time."

Chen Ping'an nodded, "Monks who truly have the Dharma can only meet by chance."

When they met last time, Yao Xianzhi solved a lot of knots and finally made up his mind not to go to the border and resume his old career on horseback. He would continue to be the governor of the capital, but Chen Ping'an had to reserve a place for worship in the lower sect. he.

The young emperor of the Northern Jin Dynasty advocated Buddhism. It is said that one night he stayed in a Zen temple and was taught by a stranger in his dream, and he received a long-lost original text of water and land rituals.

At the beginning of spring this year, His Majesty the Emperor appeared at a Land and Water Dharma Assembly, and had the Minister of Rites read out the ceremony. He also wrote an imperial edict on the plaque "Water and Land Unobstructed Dojo". Therefore, water and land Buddhist rituals became very popular in a country.

Yao Xianzhi asked carelessly: "When will the lower sect be established? Is there a specific date? As a worshipper, I will definitely participate."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "On the beginning of spring next year."

Yao Xianzhi looked strange.

Why is this day happening? At the beginning of spring, the emperor led hundreds of officials to the countryside to welcome the spring. Even he, the governor of the capital, was responsible for celebrating the spring.

Therefore, His Majesty the Emperor will definitely not be able to attend the celebration.

The last time Mr. Chen visited Jin Huang Mansion, His Majesty the Emperor was stationed at Pine Needle Lake. Although they were only a few steps apart, the two sides still missed each other.

Chen Pingan and Yao Xianzhi were sitting in a carriage. This inn was not far from Yao Mansion.

Xiaomo sat next to the driver.

Yao Xianzhi asked tentatively: "Why don't you just stay at my house?"

Chen Ping'an explained: "After delivering the elixir and confirming that General Yao is fine after taking the medicine, we will leave Beijing immediately and go to Pushan Yuncaotang."

Yao Xianzhi asked: "Are you so anxious?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "The lower sect will be established in the beginning of next year. Mr. Fu Yin, tell me yourself, am I busy as the head of the upper sect?"

Yao Xianzhi's expression was complicated.

No matter how busy I am, I can't miss these three or two days.

When they arrived at Yao Mansion, they came to the room with many talismans. After Yao Xianzhi helped General Yao take two pills, Chen Pingan, who was sitting by the bed, gently picked up the old man's wrist and carefully checked his pulse. , and finally turned to Yao Xianzhi and said softly: "Don't worry, there is no problem. General Yao will wake up soon. No matter how busy you are, you should take time to walk with grandpa."

Yao Xianzhi first called Mr. Chen, then raised his arm, clenched his fist heavily, and tapped his heart lightly.

Chen Pingan moved gently, put the old man's arm back on the quilt, and then padded the corner of the quilt, then stood up and walked out of the door with Yao Xianzhi.

Xiaomo stood quietly at the door.

Chen Pingan patted Yao Xianzhi on the shoulder, "Go and leave me alone. I'll wait here for the old general to wake up."

Yao Xianzhi smiled and said: "I've been so busy that I haven't had a good night's sleep these days. I have to take a breather."

Finally, Yao Xianzhi took Chen Pingan to have dinner here. When the steward said that grandpa was awake, the three of them quickly put down their chopsticks and went to the yard next door together.

The old man leaned against the bedside and was in good spirits. He smiled at the man in green shirt who was crossing the threshold with his grandson at the door, and asked: "Xianzhi, have you informed your majesty?"

Yao Xianzhi shook his head and said: "Not yet."

Then Yao Xianzhi asked tentatively: "Grandpa, am I going to send a message to the palace right now?"

Seeing that brat with a calm expression, he lightly lifted his green shirt and long coat and slowly sat down on the chair beside the bed. The old man waved his hand towards Yao Xianzhi and said with a smile, "No need. If you can't ask for something, you can't scare people away."

After that, the old man just chatted with Chen Ping'an about the past events, and didn't mention a word about the major events of his family, country and world.

After chatting for half an hour, General Yao let Chen Pingan go, but asked him to come back home for a home-cooked meal before leaving Mirage City. Chen Pingan agreed.

Yao Xianzhi accompanied Chen Ping'an to the door. He was going back to the Fuyin Yamen Office to continue handling a lot of official business. The search for the knife was just an immediate matter, and there were many other messy things.

When the snow melts, there are beautiful flowers in the capital.

Visiting a Taoist temple on a snowy night.

Chen Ping'an was walking in an alley. In the far west of Daquan Capital, there was a small Taoist temple called Huanghua Temple. The ban had just been lifted not long ago, and His Majesty the Emperor removed a group of royal monks who secretly "protected" the Taoist temple.

The owner of the temple, Liu Mao, was once the third prince and later the king of Daquan. After the country changed continuously but changed his surname, Liu Mao took the initiative to resign and was granted a Taoist certificate. He was in this small Taoist temple in the capital. He devoted himself to practice and thanked guests behind closed doors. Now the Taoist priest named Longzhou has only accepted two little Taoist boys who were born as orphans as his disciples. Liu Mao taught some Taoist formulas and immortal breathing skills, but the two children did not know the priceless treasure. Compared with I'm tired and feel it's more troublesome than sweeping the yard.

Liu Mao heard a knock on the door, put on his clothes and stood up. After opening the door, he saw the guest in green shirt who had reunited with him as an old friend. Liu Mao suddenly had a big head and two big heads.

The evil guest came to the door. Judging from the posture, he came from the Taoist temple at home to fight the autumn breeze.

Chen Ping'an exclaimed, looked at Liu Mao, with a surprised look on his face, shook his hands, and said with a smile: "Congratulations to the viewer, you have successfully broken through and entered the Dragon Gate realm in just a few days since the last time. It's really amazing. It was too unexpected, so I came to the door empty-handed today, please forgive me."

Liu Mao twitched his lips and said, "Easy to say."

After hesitating for a moment, Liu Mao did not dare to say "I can make up for it when I have a chance", fearing that his Taoist temple would be completely barren tonight.

Wouldn't it be better to arrive empty-handed than to return home fully loaded?

Xiao Mo had already helped close the Taoist temple door. Chen Pingan and Liu Mao walked side by side and began to introduce the two students and disciples around them.

"Disciple Pei Qian has just become a martial artist."

"Student Cao Qinglang, the last imperial examination in Dali, the Huiyuan of Chunwei in the capital, the second place in the imperial examination."

When Liu Mao heard this, he had a fight with the young man and woman, but he couldn't help but wonder, can the two be compared?

No matter how valuable the Dali Imperial Examination is, in the spring of the capital every four years, there is never a time when there is no top or third place winner.

But there are only a few warriors in this continent? Here in my hometown, there are currently only two grand masters, Martial Saint Wu Shu and Huang Yiyun.

Liu Mao planned to take a group of visitors to drink tea in the main room, but Chen Pingan did not agree and said it was not so troublesome. Let's go to the visitor's study, which was quite clean.

The leader of the Longmen Realm of Huanghua Temple, his eyelids trembled when he opened the study door.

If you accidentally encountered a thief and were robbed, it was because your Taoist guardian was not in a good position and you couldn't blame others. But what was going on with you? The other party was openly fighting and taking things by force, and you still had to help open the door?

A wing room was used by Liu Mao as a study room. The decoration in the room was simple. It was almost the same as when Chen Pingan visited this place last time. There was a writing desk and an old yellow bamboo pen holder from the palace, and a branch was placed for copying. There is a Daquan Jiju pen in the Taoist scriptures, a row of bookshelves against the wall, a flower table in the corner, and a small pot of calamus.

The only difference is probably that there are a few books missing on the bookshelf and two brand new chairs in the room.

Chen Pingan glanced at the pen holder. The three scripture-writing pens he saw last time were still there. If he remembered correctly, two of them were inscribed with the words "Qingyou" and "Mingjing" respectively.

The rarest one is still the long-edge pen with the inscription "Collection of One Hundred and Two Things, Outstanding Skills in the World".

The Huang Ting Jing, which has been passed down in an orderly manner and has countless seals and monograms, is also placed on the table. It is very good. At first glance, Taoist Longzhou is a conservative and sentimental person.

Cui Dongshan has already negotiated a deal with the Daquan Dynasty. Xiazonghui will purchase a large number of government-made chicken spur pens, and Feng Yuan Ferry can help sell them to the two continents north of Tongyezhou.

After Chen Ping'an heard about this incident, he immediately helped the students and Xia Zong check for leaks and fill in the vacancies. Whatever official system was inappropriate, it was all imperial control of the palace construction office.

At that time, everyone on Xiandu Mountain was speechless.

Even Immortal Jia didn't speak.

Liu Mao lit an oil lamp on the table, and the light was dim. Fortunately, the window was closed tightly, so the light would not flicker.

The study was not big and not suitable for entertaining guests. Besides, there were only two chairs in the room, so Chen Ping'an asked Xiao Mo and the others to wait outside.

Chen Ping'an clasped his hands behind his back, looked at a calligraphy and painting on the wall, nodded and praised: "The master's handwriting is like the finishing touch, making the humble room shine."

It turned out to be a page of scripture that Liu Mao had framed in a sandalwood frame and hung on the wall. It was just a scripture from the Huang Ting Jing, but it had two handwritings.

The last sixteen words are exactly what Chen Ping'an helped to add last time: "separate paths and disperse the body, transform into shapes at will, complement the real person, and the heaven and the earth are born together."

Liu Mao was sitting behind the desk. Chen Pingan moved the remaining chair and sat across from the desk. He crossed his legs, took out a bamboo tobacco stick and a bag of tobacco, knocked the table and asked with a smile: "Don't you mind?" ?”

Liu Mao smiled and shook his head: "Chen Jianxian does what he wants."

I was surprised, when did I get this good?

Chen Pingan remembered something, put the tobacco rod and tobacco on the table, turned around and walked towards the bookshelf, took out a few books from his sleeves, and before putting them in the bookshelf nearby, he raised his hand and shook it casually. It was the last time Chen Pingan came from The books borrowed here, such as "Island Algorithm" and "Algorithm of Fine Grass", were returned to their original owners. Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "See clearly. I borrowed six books from you before. I promised to return them." , how could you not pay it back?"

These six books are all books by magicians. Liu Mao is obsessed with this art. He can even be regarded as a master of magic. After all, the third prince of the Daquan Dynasty in the past also served as the CEO behind the scenes and compiled those books for the court. The "Dabu Kuo Ge Di Zhi" in the twelfth year of Yuan Zhen is a 400-volume work.

According to what Liu Mao said last time, books will not be borrowed. If you want to grab it, grab it.

Everyone who collects books at the foot of the mountain has this habit. Borrowing books is like borrowing from a wife, and giving books is like giving to a concubine.

Liu Mao glanced at the bookshelf. He endured it again and again, but finally couldn't hold it back. He stood up, walked around the desk, and quickly came to the bookshelf, intending to take out the arithmetic books one by one and rearrange them. The original position must be exactly the same, otherwise Liu Mao will feel uncomfortable and have trouble sleeping and eating, which is not an exaggeration.

As soon as Liu Mao got the book "Nine Chapters of the Book of Numbers", he knew something was wrong. At a glance, it was true! Liu Mao sped up his movements and took out the remaining five books one by one. As expected, the engravings were poor. Without even opening them, he knew they were private editions by private booksellers. There was a huge difference between them and the six imperial engravings he had collected. Thousands of miles, and for collectors, this is not a matter of price at all. Liu Mao was so angry that his face was slightly green, he gritted his teeth, and without saying a word, he just handed a few books back to Chen Pingan.

Chen Pingan gently pushed Liu Mao's hand away and complained: "It's not difficult to borrow again. Besides, we are both old friends who have known each other for many years. Why are you so polite? Take it and take it!"

Liu Maoqi insisted, go to hell with Chen Jianxian, there is no need to talk about this matter. If it weren't for the disparity in realm between the two sides, Liu Mao would have beaten someone, or at least issued an eviction order on the spot.

Those beloved books are like beautiful girls like flowers and jade. You just kidnapped them and took them away. You also sent back some yellow-faced women, and then you shamelessly told me to tell the truth?

Chen Ping'an put the books on the table, then took out a wooden handle from his sleeve and waved, "I missed it last time, make up for it this time."

Before coming here, Chen Pingan crushed the wooden handle of an ordinary whisk that Liu Mao liked in order to find out the clues about Fei Ran's whereabouts.

Liu Mao did not refuse this time.

Chen Pingan shook his long gown, crossed his legs, and began to puff away. At the same time, he looked around. In this study, Chen Pingan finally found a mysterious secret letter written by Feiran. In addition to letting Feiran and Liu Mao The plan failed, and the extra "reward" was to get a seal from Wen Hai's careful private collection. After Chen Pingan handed it over to Cui Dongshan, he finally took it to the Zhongtu Confucian Temple.

As a price for reading the letter, Pei Min, who was disguised as the old housekeeper of Shen Guogong's mansion, asked for swordsmanship. At that time, there was an umbrella handle. He came to Huanghua Temple like a flying sword from Tiangong Temple outside the capital on a rainy night, and crashed through Chen Chen. Peaceful belly.

One of Haoran's three special skills, Pei Min's swordsmanship.

He was once half of Bai Ye's sword master, and one of the two preachers in Lutai.

Liu Mao looked at the guy smoking a cigarette and asked, "When will Chen Jianxian come to Mirage City next?"

No one asked what I wanted for my visit tonight.

Chen Ping'an choked on this question and couldn't stop coughing. What a great Huanghua Temple master, he treated others with such sincerity.

In fact, Liu Mao ascended to the Dragon Gate realm, and looking at his posture, he went straight to the pill formation, which was a kind of statement with the Daquan Yao family. The Daquan Liu family no longer had any royal family Liu Mao, only a Longzhou Taoist, and he wanted to practice Taoism with peace of mind. The viewer is a god.

Chen Ping'an asked: "That Duke Shen?"

Liu Mao shook his head and said, "I haven't seen him for a long time. Believe it or not."

Chen Pingan leaned forward and took out a pen from the bamboo pen holder.

Liu Mao took a deep breath.

Fortunately, the guy rotated the pen holder, looked at it carefully, and quickly put it back into the pen holder.

Chen Pingan said there was no need to see off the guests, so he put away his cigarette rod, waved his sleeves to disperse the smoke, stood up and walked to the door, suddenly took out a book from his sleeve and threw it to Liu Mao, "Give it back to you." .”

It was the "Celestial Phenomena and Star Chart" that was "long overdue".

Different from those arithmetic books, this "Celestial Phenomena and Star Chart" is a forbidden book by the imperial court. Even officials are not allowed to keep it secretly. Otherwise, it is equivalent to conspiracy and the crime is more serious than the common people hiding armor and crossbows.

Liu Mao stretched out his hand to take the book, and to his surprise, he was not betrayed by Chen Jianxian.

Putting it on the bookshelf and returning it to its original place, Liu Mao suddenly thought of it and took it out again. He opened the pages and found that there were two side-by-side seals on the title page, and the same was true on the last page of the book. , the same seal has two seals side by side.

"Think infinitely" and "take a step back and think".

"Be content", "know enough".

Liu Mao took the book, walked to the window, opened the window, and looked back at the light on the table.

The moon shines on a snowy day, the lights are smaller than those of fireflies, and the words are brighter when the lanterns are blown.

After returning to the Wangxing Flower Pavilion, Pei Qian went back to his room to rest, but Cao Qinglang left the Xianjia Inn alone to enjoy the snow.

Chen Pingan took out Li Huai's two brochures, took out the pen and ink, and compared the problems in the brochures to analyze and annotate them one by one.

Xiao Mo was reading a strange novel with twists and turns, and was reading it with gusto.

Chen Pingan suddenly put away the book and said, "Xiao Mo, help protect the road for a moment."

Xiao Mo nodded silently, walked out of the house, closed the door gently, and stood in the corridor.

Chen Ping'an sacrificed a bird in a cage, then circulated the natal objects of the five elements, and at the same time mobilized the spiritual energy of the five qi houses, and began to concentrate on a landscape.

It turned out to be the thousand-mile mountains and rivers on the boundary of Tuoyue Mountain.

In the realm of Natuoyue Mountain, during the confrontation with the culprit, Chen Ping'an actually had a quiet fugue.

First, I tried to learn more about the Ascension Platform ruins, and secondly, I was worried about being careful or brilliant, hiding some back-up plan, and finally, I chose the location and target of the sword drop.

However, the chief disciple of the great ancestor of Tuoyue Mountain soon took the initiative to ask for a fight and a sword fight.

At this moment, inside the caged bird, Chen Ping'an was floating in the sky, independent of the empty room of heaven and earth.

First came Tuoyue Mountain, then the nearby mountains, rivers, flowers and trees, and they all came into being one after another. Chen Ping'an used his heart to manifest the avenue and recreate the world.

Just when Chen Ping'an concentrated his mind, like a pedestrian stopping somewhere and looking at a flower between heaven and earth,

When he wanted to let the flower grow on its own, in an instant, the heart-like world fell apart like porcelain.

So much so that there were many loopholes in the caged bird world.

Xiao Mo reminded softly: "Master, is it possible to reduce the scope of the land and reduce the number of things at the same time?"

Chen Pingan nodded.

Re-imagine the world, it is no longer Tuoyue Mountain, but the pond behind the bamboo building. Finally, in the clear water, there is a golden lotus seed, which begins to grow slowly. The branches and leaves are out of the water, standing gracefully, and the lotus leaves are covered with water and have buds. Waiting to be released, when the first lotus flower was finally about to bloom... Chen Pingan put away his mind in an instant and took the initiative to dispel this vision.

Putting away a handful of caged birds, Chen Pingan walked to the window, opened it, and saw heavy snow falling.

Chen Ping'an took out two bamboo slips from his sleeves. On them were engraved two sentences from Taozu's Three Thousand Sayings: "I have no body, so what trouble do I have?" This sentence is easy to understand, but on the other bamboo slip, about being in the world, sending the world, and supporting the world, in fact, not only Chen Pingan has never been able to understand the deep meaning, but even within the Taoist sects of Haoran Tianxia, ​​different legal systems have different meanings. There are various differences of interpretation in this city. It is estimated that no one dares to say that his own opinion is definitely correct, and can only be regarded as a partial understanding.

It's just that Chen Ping'an deliberately avoided this matter when he and Lu Chen were temporarily staying in the Fourteenth Realm, especially when they met the "Tao boy" riding a bull last time.

Silently he put away the two bamboo slips that he had treasured for many years, turned around and said, "Xiao Mo, you can come in."

After Xiao Mo entered the room, he didn't ask anything, and just continued to read the fantasy novel.

No wonder everyone wants to be a scholar, because you can often get lost in the road, and then you will most likely see a big house, and then you will either meet a fairy or a beautiful ghost in the mountains, have a cup of wine, and sing a few poems...

In the imperial palace in the capital, there was a woman with light make-up and a very beautiful appearance. She dropped the book in her hand, rubbed her brows, closed her eyes for a moment, and then picked up the book handed over by the Ministry of Revenue again.

After reading all the excerpts, it was already late at night. His Majesty the Emperor raised his head and looked into the distance, lost in thought.

Buried in the Biyou Palace of the River Water Mansion.

By the river, Liu Rou, the Goddess of Water, sat on a chair. She held a fishing rod in one hand and yawned. After sitting for a long time, not a single fish took the bait, and the fish basket was empty.

Unexpectedly, a silly fish came to the shore and swam slowly. The Water Goddess was so angry that she dropped her fishing rod. She bent down and picked up a stone from the shore. She raised her arms high and pointed at the fish with an angry look. They looked at each other and said, "You are going too far!"

With a stomp of her foot, the Water Goddess threw the stone and waved her hand, "Forget it, the two countries are at war without killing each other."

Liu Rou continued to pick up the fishing rod, sat on the chair, squatted on the chair, and stood on the chair, but no matter what, no fish took the bait.

She had no choice but to throw away the bamboo pole, throw it far into the river, and then kick the empty fish basket away. After that, she went back to her house and told people that the fish was too big and the pole broke. There were too many and the fish basket was dragged away.

The Water Goddess walked back to the Biyou Palace in a swagger. Not far away, she suddenly raised her head and landed at the door of her house. Ha, Mr. Chen is here as a guest.

What a pity, now that I can entertain guests at home, I no longer have water flower wine and eel noodles.

Recently, every time the Water Mansion discusses something, the Water Goddess sits upright at first, and then she can't help but glance sideways at one place, and occasionally wipe her mouth secretly.

Without eel noodles, black fish would be fine.

There was an official of the Water Palace who was born as a fish spirit. He was really frightened and felt that his life was like a year. He had to go to the Water Goddess alone in private and spoke righteously. The general meaning was: Water Goddess, if you continue to do this, I will resign. Fortunately, during the subsequent discussion, the Water Goddess didn’t even look at it from beginning to end.

Liu Rou asked curiously: "Mr. Chen, didn't you agree to bring your wife to Biyou Palace with you?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "We can only wait until next time."

When they arrived at the lobby, Liu Rou waved her hand and asked someone to call Chef Liu so that work could begin.

Pei Qian immediately said: "My portion should not be spicy."

Chen Pingan seconded the motion.

Cao Qinglang said: "I can eat a little spicy food."

Xiao Mo smiled and said, "The guest does as he pleases."

Liu Rou shouted: "A few more jars of 'not watery wine'."

She laughed and said, "The officials in Mirage City are more annoying than the other. They all rely on my sister and brother-in-law to help me. They insist on buying sparkling wine from me. There are hundreds of jars of wine in the wine cellar. I have only been making wine for a few years, and I couldn't bear the name of 'splash wine'. It doesn't make any money, and it's a bad sign. It's something only a fool would do. So I thought out of a hurry and labeled the new brewing water as 'not sparkle wine'. Names and wine were given away, and favors were earned..."

Seeing that there was no sound and no one was cheering, the Water God Empress laughed to herself again.

Pei Qian cheered and said, "This is what the book says about the mountain man's clever plan."

Liu Rou slapped the table, "Yes, Xiao Pei Qian can still talk, that's the reason."

Chen Ping'an and Pei Qian are already used to having "bowls" of noodles on the table.

Master and disciple both looked at each other and smiled.

Xiaomo, who said "casual", had half a bowl of noodles and half a bowl of red pepper.

Cao Qinglang is slightly better, with half a bowl of noodles and a small half of hot peppers.

Chen Pingan rolled up a bowl of noodles with chopsticks, and turned around to remind the two of them: "Chili peppers are like wine, and the more you drink, the better. Xiaomo, Cao Qinglang, if you can't get enough from a bowl of noodles, don't be polite to the Water Goddess."

Xiao Mo was silent for a moment, nodded and said, "You won't be polite."

Cao Qinglang slowly turned his head and looked at Pei Qian.

Someone's book on landscape travel clearly stated that the eel noodles at Biyou Gong Shuifu were excellent and tasted great. There was also a four-character comment at the end, "It's a pity that there is no spicy taste."

Cao Qinglang didn't even need to take off her chopsticks at the moment. The spicy smell that hit her face was choking.

The old god Chen Pingan is here, drinking wine and eating noodles.

I stayed in Mirage City for two more days, during which time I specially accompanied General Yao on a trip to Zhaoping Peak outside the city. They climbed a mountain and stayed at a mountaintop inn together, and then watched the sunrise together.

The first time the two parties parted at the foot of Zhaoping Peak, and this time it will be the same, so there will be another reunion.

Since he couldn't see His Majesty the Emperor, Chen Ping'an had no choice but to ask Yao Xianzhi to help him pass the news.

Liu Rou now heard that a sect was going to be established in Luopo Mountain. She said that she would definitely be there before the beginning of spring. When they met at Xiandu Mountain, she would definitely bring Chef Liu with her!

Chen Ping'an kept the green-clothed boys in his water palace and kept them in Biyou Palace. Liu Rou was not pretentious, and the little ones would just follow him in the future.

After Chen Ping'an and his party left, Chef Liu said: "Mother...Mother, why don't you tell me...about the academy."

Our Water Goddess and His Majesty the Emperor have agreed to build a half-official, half-private academy on the banks of the Mi River, and will only teach the knowledge of the literary sage. As for the money, it was borrowed from Biyou Palace and the imperial court.

Liu Rou crossed her arms across her chest and smiled, "You know how to make eel noodles? I will attend the next sect celebration and ask for a guest or something. As soon as the matter is finalized, I will ask again. Mr. Chen will still be there by then." Are you embarrassed to refuse to come to the academy to give lectures?"

After Chen Pingan and his party left Biyou Palace, they went straight to Pushan Yuncaotang.

In Daquan Mirage City, His Majesty the Emperor was wearing a snow-white fox fur today. After seeing the snow scene, she returned to the Imperial Study Room, where a consecrated maid sent a Shanshui Di newspaper from the Shanhai Sect of the Divine Continent of China.

It is said that he was the first Shandi newspaper to mention a certain name by name.

The content of the Di newspaper is shocking to the world.

In fact, there was no deliberate exaggeration, just plain and simple words, just because the series of things that person did were too unbelievable.

A stranger from the Sword Qi Great Wall, after Xiao Xun's rebellion, he succeeded him as a hermit official and was responsible for the summer palace. He also led a dozen sword immortals to sit in the Chunbanzhai on the Hanging Mountain...

Especially the self-question and answer at the end of Di Bao makes the viewers feel swayed.

There is no longer Chen Qingdu in the world, who can open Tuoyue Mountain with a sword?

The latest engraver of the Great Wall of Sword Qi is Chen Pingan, the last hidden official.

The woman read the newspaper twice, then quietly stretched out a finger and lightly rubbed the three words on the paper.