Sword of Coming

The old Taoist squatting on the side of the road, just finished eating half of the watermelon in his hand, half-baked, the taste is mediocre, just about to pick up the other half, when he heard these two names, he shivered, bent down again, stretched his arm and copied his hand, and stuck the back of his hand. The ground, holding the watermelon in the palm, is like a mountain in the palm of an immortal, so it is not the demeanor of a fairy. The old Taoist stroked his beard and smiled.

But the so-called two names have nothing to do with the friend Chen Xiaodao who met and had a close relationship. They are Feisheng City and Ningyao.

The old Taoist has seen too many sword immortals.

But the number one person who is sure of the whole world is much heavier than half a watermelon in the hands of Taoist Qingniu.

Who is that old brother Sun in Daxuan Duguan who is the number one person in Qingming Tianxia? It seems to be the fifth?

Talisman Yuxuan, my brother Yu, whose two sleeves are filled with talismans, who is Haoran? It seems that the specific number, so far there is no conclusive statement? Anyway, the ranking is still very low.

If Ning Yao was just Ning Yao of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, it would be fine. The so-called promising future is only a future event full of accidents. But a Ningyao who is already in the Ascension City, and a Ningyao who is already in the Ascension Realm, are the real immediate events.

Now that she has successfully entered the Ascension Realm in the fifth world, it means that Ning Yao should not go to the Confucian Temple or Baiyujing in the future as long as it is within 1,800 years. Asking the sword, she will have no more surprises.

So now that Ning Yao is traveling far away with her sword in her hand, she came with a "worldly way" when she left her hometown. What is crossing the river dragon, this is it.

The old Taoist couldn't help but turned his head. He didn't care whether he would take revenge on fellow Daoist Chen, but he still couldn't help but glance at the traveling woman with the sword box on her back.

What is old rivers and lakes is the old rivers and lakes, who you have met on the road of life, who you have drank with, who you call friends, who you have fought with, and who you have learned from. The sky is high and the earth is wide, for a cultivator, it may not be a matter of who he has won, and who he has lost to may be a matter of face.

Hey! Then fellow Daoist Chen, the little thief is so courageous that he even made a move on Fairy Ning? !

Fairy Ning, you can use your sword to chop off his dog's paws. If this kind of thing spreads, it will teach outsiders to laugh for nothing... Wait a minute, who can spread the word tonight? That fellow Daoist Chen, wouldn't you turn your back on him and let Fairy Ning have some pillow talk and let her kill her to silence you? That's all, a couple of gods and immortals who don't exist in the world other than this one, they are created in heaven and earth, they are in love with each other under the moon before the flowers, and they are ashamed of the bright moon, which is just in time.

Too much poverty.

Just eat melons.

Chen Ping gently hugged Ning Yao, quickly let go of her, took a step back, "Why are you here?"

There is some blush around her temples and ears, what makeup, what eyebrows, what grooming, what is needed.

Ning Yao returned the long sword in his hand to Chen Pingan, and said, "Is it too much? Dare to hand over the sword to others?"

Chen Pingan took the Yeyou, and behind his back, he said with a smile: "Feng Jun, the old god, a magnanimous and open-minded generation, handed over the sword Yeyou, I am very relieved, it is no worse than carrying a sword on my body."

Ning Yao was a little puzzled, Feng Jun?

Chen Pingan turned his back on the grass-eating Qingniu and melon-eating old Taoists, blinked with Ning Yao, and reminded: "In the Great Wall of Sword Qi, the Qingniu Daoist I mentioned to you is actually this old fairy , the first to put forward the idea of ​​'external use of talismans for internal alchemy, yin and yang for both art and Taoism'. It is a pity that the threshold for the old Taoist leader to accept disciples is too high, and he suffers too much, so he has not really become famous in the world. Unworthy of the name, the old god Feng Jun is just the opposite, teaching people to fight against injustice."

Ning Yao snorted, "Who am I? It turns out to be one of the four Taoist seniors you mentioned before."

The old Taoist who was squatting far away actually had his ears pricked up all the time. Now his eyes were shining and his shoulders were trembling slightly. The melon in his hand had an endless aftertaste, really sweet.

Which four?

The stinky bull-nosed Taoist in the East China Sea, Sun Huaizhong in the Daxuan Duguan, Yuxuan with the talisman, the great master of Longhushan, and the real Huolong, there are already five.

No matter which one Pindao squeezes out, it's a good thing to burn incense, and all four of them will be at the bottom.

Fellow Daoist Chen was chatting with him on the Niaoju Mountain before, why didn't he mention this, he was not sincere enough to treat others. Since I have this admiration in my heart, why hide it?

Young people are too thick-skinned, definitely not good, too thin, even worse.

At that time, a dagger slipped out of his sleeve, and it spun erratically. "The two characters, what's the matter, is a little nobleman of the Tianshi Mansion who forgot to take Taomu Jianlai at home. Never thought it was all a misunderstanding.

Like the clouds, geese, grass insects disturbing people's dreams, iron horses and glaciers entering dreams, such and such misunderstandings are not without beauty.

The refreshed old Taoist immediately threw away the melon in his hand, shook his sleeves, coughed lightly as a reminder, and then slowly got up, facing the young couple. The remaining melon rind was kicked away.

The old Taoist stroked his beard and smiled. After seeing the woman's ascension to the realm, he thought about it for a while, but he was not guilty at all. He slapped his head and said in a loud voice: "The poor Taoist seals the king, and the Taoist name is Qingniu."

Chen Ping made an exception and returned a Taoist Jishou.

Ning Yao clasped his fists in return, "Junior Ning Yao, it's a pleasure to meet Daoist Master."

The old Taoist laughed heartily. It was worthwhile to be able to see this pair of celestial beings and lovers in person during this busy trip to Baiyan City.

Chen Pingan twisted out the green paper sales ticket from his sleeve. The veteran Taoist saw that the word sell was changed to buy, and the word "Qistoping" appeared on the back. The old Taoist shook his head. God's Li Shilang, Merry is Merry, but he is not a person who is easy to negotiate, especially when he is in business, he is so shrewd, how can Fellow Daoist Chen get this thing from him? In the Twelve Cities of the Night Cruise, except for Shao Baojuan, the appearance city, who is still a fledgling, the other eleven old city lords each have their own personalities and tempers, and each has their own magical powers, but they are not oil-saving lamps.

Chen Ping twisted another talisman and handed it to the old Taoist, "Exchange the sword for a talisman, and the business remains the same."

The old Taoist was dumbfounded, and took the yellow paper talisman in his hand, he had no choice but to agree, and continued to help this kid find out the news.

Chen Pingan brought Ning Yao to a pavilion in the entry city, where the plaque stood still.

On the alleyway at night in Baiyan City, the old Taoist lamented, having nothing to do, he picked up the talisman for a look, and immediately held his breath, rolled up the big sleeve of his Taoist robe, and put the talisman into the sleeve in an instant. Stretch out your hand again, hold something in your arms, and walk towards the mount. The green cow is lying on the ground. He said to himself: "The heaven and the earth are dense, and all things are mellow. The sound of the big sound is beautiful, and the sound of the big and medium is pure...it must be sweet!"

Under the steps outside the gazebo, stood the maid Li Shilang who was born in Rouge Shenfu. Qin Zidu made blessings with Chen Pingan and Ning Yao, then she took out a sycamore leaf and said with a smile: "In the future, Mr. Chen can use This object is used between the city gate and the gazebo. It just needs to be used with caution, once the strokes are exhausted, the city lord will take back the pavilion as usual."

Sure enough, Chen Pingan found that on the back of the paper for buying mountain coupons, the original three characters "Qi Ting Ting" had been shortened by a vertical line, and the entire stop character had disappeared. Both Chen Pingan and Qin Zi nodded with a smile, then stretched out their hands to grab something from her hand, and took the leaf of the sycamore tree. The same rules as buying mountain coupons, every time you use it, you will save a stroke of painting. As for why the word "stop" was missing, it must be because I violated the law and went to the useless city, the night boat and the entry city.

Chen Ping smiled and said, "Thank you Miss Qin."

Qin Zidu smiled sweetly and said, "Mr. Chen can just call his servant Biyu."

Chen Pingan smiled and said nothing, and wanted to say that we are not familiar, just call me Chen Jianxian.

With his hands behind his back, Ning Yao looked up at the plaque and couplets in the gazebo.

Chen Pingan thought for a while, and was not in a hurry to leave this place. He took out the ticket again, and asked, "How many answers can I exchange for this thing? For the word "buy mountain ticket", each time a stroke is subtracted, please ask Miss Qin to explain it for me." confused, how?"

Because there is a sword cultivator in the Ascension Realm, the city lord must not be able to spy on this place casually, so Qin Zi was silent for a moment, thinking for a while, as if he had the permission of the city lord Li Shilang, he nodded and shook his head, saying: "Business is possible, but the rules must be After changing it, there are still two characters left in the mountain ticket, so Mr. Chen can only ask two questions. As for the missing stroke, the city lord said that it should be a gift for the city lord Ning."

Chen Pingan thought about it, nodded and agreed. Chen Pingan didn't think about occupying this temporary pavilion in Entry City for a long time from the beginning. This night boat is not a place to stay for a long time.

In an instant, Qin Zi turned sideways subconsciously, and had to stretch out his hands to block his eyes, not daring to look at the sword light.

It turned out that it was the silent female sword fairy who drew her sword out of its sheath without warning, and cut through the restriction of heaven and earth in the entry city with one sword. Following Qin Zidu's thoughts, she went directly to the city lord Li Shilang.

And the young man in the green shirt with the sword on his back stayed where he was, as if nothing happened, and asked with a smile, "May I ask Miss Qin, what kind of small worlds are there in the night boat?"

Qin Zidu, who had been ruthlessly calculated, was very annoyed, and said angrily: "You two, did you make an appointment in advance?!"

Chen Ping shook his head.

Not really.

On the way here, he just casually shared with Ning Yao some things he had seen and experienced in the city.

Qin Zi stared at the man, and said in a deep voice, "Shangsi City, Feather City, Entry City, Chicken Dog City, Rules City!"

Chen Pingan interrupted her, "Please trouble Miss Qin to add the other names of the four cities?"

Qin Zi didn't speak a word.

Chen Pingan walked to the steps of the gazebo. After sitting down, his hands covered his sleeves, his body leaned forward, and he was slightly stooped. Compared with when he first entered the city, his expression was much more relaxed, and his whole person looked loose and lazy.

Qin Zidu said: "The other names of the four cities are Fruit City, Wuya City, Dedao City, and Mountain City."

Chen Pingan nodded, a little absent-minded. Passing by before, I saw a man with a high crown, Long Bin, at the place of inquiry by the big river, and a swordsman who almost drew his sword followed in the distance, it was the city of chickens and dogs. It’s just that I don’t know why, why the big stone in the center of the water imprisoned the snow-white heart ape. Therefore, even if the city lord did not invite him, he had to go to this Taoist city where chickens and dogs ascended to heaven.

"Zhongsi City, Baiyan City, Lingxi City, Chuigong City, and Taiping City. They are also called Wuyong City, First City, Genealogy City, and Jiazi City."

Chen Pingan had already walked through the Chuigong City. At that time, there was a tired and lazy man sitting on the steps outside the main hall. He just turned his head and looked inside the hall, without any intention of stopping him.

Yufeng passed by the bridge in the sky, and there was that poor woman and the young man with antlers standing side by side, probably the Lingxi City, also known as the first city. It means that there is no first language outside the ship, but there is one on the night voyage?

Qin Zi all mentioned the last four cities, "The next four cities, the base and the end city, the scrutiny city, the miscellaneous city, and the appearance city. They are also called the absurd city, the word city, the battle city, and the sensual city."

Chen Pingan asked: "How to get to other city gates?"

"Just say that in my entry city, I can find a bookstore at random, exchange a certain entry after inspection for a customs clearance document, and then tell the shopkeeper to go to any city, and you can pass without hindrance."

Chen Ping'an suddenly pinched the last word "Ting" on the ticket for buying mountain with both fingers, abruptly stopped the word "Ting" on the paper from slowly disappearing, and said with a smile: "Ms. Qin only mentioned the way to get out of the city, and this business is just a deal." It's unfair. Where did the rest of the eleven cities come from?"

Chen Pingan spread out his palm, shook it, and then raised the coupon in the other hand, "Hongmao City, Chicken Dog City, Baiyan City, Rules City, Chuigong City, Lingxi City...Forget it, let's exchange this city Chengmao City, discounted in half, a total of six cities."

Qin Zi hesitated for a moment, stretched out his palm, and bent two fingers, "At most three cities, and it must be Jigou City, Baiyan City, and Benmo City. There is nothing to discuss. I don't believe that Chen Jianxian can hold this road all the time. Sell ​​mountain coupons."

Jigou City and Baiyan City have a good relationship with Entry City. What's more, City Lord Liu of Chicken Dog City intended to let this person go there as a guest.

And that city, which is absurd and cherished everywhere, has always had the worst relationship with Item City. Let this unruly troublemaker just go over there and make trouble.

Chen Ping put away his hands, and changed his words for no reason: "Then this deal will be considered as a failure. Miss Qin and I will change a small question. Where is Shao Baojuan the city lord?"

Qin Zidu heaved a sigh of relief and said, "It's the appearance city, one of the four lower cities."

Chen Pingan looked at the other party's expression, and asked with a smile: "Is it possible that you may not be able to go to the appearance city now that you have the seal of entry city?"

Qin Zi nodded.

Shao Baojuan is the lord of the city, so of course he can thank guests behind closed doors.

Chen Pingan let go of the purchase ticket on his fingertips, and the words on the front and back disappeared into the sky and the earth.

But the genuine cyan talisman paper remained in Chen Pingan's hands.

Qin Zi said bitterly: "If Chen Jianxian is really the kind of pedantic and rigid person that the city lord thinks, that would be fine."

What she meant was, of course, that Mr. Chen, who is shrewd and calculating, is not a merchant but a sword fairy, it is too shameful.

Chen Ping smiled, and said: "It's because I didn't, that I was able to come here step by step, sit here and stop on the steps of the pavilion, talk politely with Miss Qin, and do business with peace and wealth."

Qin Zi was puzzled, but didn't think deeply about it. Just take it as the young sword fairy's nonsense.

Chen Ping got up, walked down the steps, turned his head to look at the plaque, and said softly: "It's really good to get a name, life is a short stop, don't worry if you walk slowly."

Qin Zi couldn't stop laughing, since he likes it so much, why did he make that deal and return this pavilion to Entry City? Passers-by can land and take root here, which is equivalent to having an extra life-saving talisman. Du Xiucai, Qingniu Taoist priests and the like, it was hard to save their respective family fortunes, and compared to Qitingting, which is almost a real place with mountains and rivers, there is nothing special about it. It's just fancy, but it's still far inferior to this gazebo.

Now he only has the sycamore leaf left in his hand, and he can come here in the future, but the temporary pavilion has already returned to its original owner.

However, Qin Zi still vaguely remembered that when this person heard that Li Shilang was the lord of his own city on the main street of Zhangjiao City, there was a gleam of brilliance in his eyes.

But the young man soon became a little embarrassed, probably because he had practiced well in his life, and he had never been so neglected in public before? There was a gloomy look in his eyes, but it was fleeting, as if it had never happened before. At that time, Qin Zidu was tired of Mo Ding'er from the Chicken and Dog City, and was really curious about the passer-by Sword Immortal in this Entry City, so he saw these imperceptible details clearly.

Qin Zi remembered something again for no reason, like when the city lord went to see the green-clothed sword fairy twice, the young outlander walked side by side with Li Shilang, hesitant to speak several times, but he kept looking secretly from the corner of his eyes.

Only after the city lord took out the purchase ticket, the young sword fairy returned to his normal expression and began to start business.

Before the city lord showed up to go to the main street, the deputy city lord joked at the time, the young man looked very calm, logically speaking, he shouldn't be so restless, it seems that one mouthful of "Sexual Evil Chapter" is one by one, get out of the entry city , Juro, you are very angry.

There is a courtyard, less than three acres, and the land is only one hill, so it is called mustard seed.

Ning Yao stepped forward with a sword and came to the gate of the small garden, his eyes were unusually sharp and unreasonable.

She has nothing to do with the entry city or Li Shilang.

But Chen Pingan has.

On the city of her hometown, under the three rounds of bright moon, Ning Yao sat next to that person. Whenever he was free, he would often pick up some books from his side, most of which were written by literati accumulated in the early years. There is a "Painting Book". Of course, Chen Pingan didn't say anything to her about Qingniu Taoist priests, but he lay on the top of the wall, often took out the picture book to bask in the moon, and occasionally raised his head, and swore to Ning Yao that this Li Shilang was really a fairy. Except for one thing that cannot be learned, other knowledge is really fascinating and really amazing. So on my bamboo slips, I engraved the "Proverbs on Making Friends" verbatim. "Xiu mentioning the marquis's affairs, and getting drunk together in Xiejiali" is also beautifully written. Li Shilang said that the difference between scholarly articles and legendary dramas is even more excellent. It turns out that it is similar to reasoning with people.

Especially Li Shilang's business is a must. It's just that when it comes to engraving books by other booksellers, they are a little less generous. It's a pity that I will never meet this Mr. Li, otherwise I really have to ask this Shiro, is he really so poor and destitute? And when Mr. Li was born, did he really meet a fairy to help with fortune-telling? Is it really the stars descending? Is it because the ancestral house is too small, and the family ancestral hall was moved to the birth smoothly? If Li Shilang is easy to talk about, then I have to ask again, after the master has made a fortune, the lintel of the family has been glorious, but has he ever repaired the ancestral hall, maybe the incense villain can be bred in the plaques of the two ancestral halls.

Ning Yao couldn't figure it out, such a Li Shilang, how could he let him ramble on and on when he was in the city?

When we arrived at this entry city, what if we really saw Li Shilang? Do you still want to ask Mr. Li about those doubts in your heart in the past?

She knew best that in Chen Ping's life, except for those close to him, he seldom said so much to a stranger who had never met before.

Li Shilang walked out of the mustard seed garden in the picture scroll together with the old scholar who was the deputy city lord.

Li Shilang frowned and asked, "What's the matter?"

Ning Yao nodded and said, "It's something."

Li Shilang asked with a smile, "What's the matter?"

Ning Yao turned his head to look at the white-haired old man, and said, "It has nothing to do with the old man, please move away."

The elderly scholar smiled and said, "Okay, okay, it should be so."

Li Shilang immediately reached out and grabbed his old friend's sleeve, and the old scholar waved his sleeve vigorously, and left.

In an instant, the sky and the earth were filled with sword light.

So much so that the entire night boat was pierced by a sword light and a huge hole was opened. The scribe on the mountain sighed, and with a slight thought, he mended the omission of the ferry.

Fortunately, the existence of this ferry boat is similar to the former Great Wall of Sword Qi.

This is also one of the fundamentals of night sailing. The word "interaction" in the ferry culture that Chen Pingan realized in Entry City is also one of them.

The monk on the futon also opened his eyes, stretched his waist, and was about to get up, the middle-aged scribe said with a smile: "Not yet."

The white-haired old man returned to his original place, he couldn't help laughing, and saw the city lord Li Shilang holding a tattered picture book in his hand, and fragments of pages kept coming from all directions in the world.

The old scholar was amazed, and joked: "Being asked the sword by the number one person in the world is also a good story in our entry city. Thinking about it this way, I am reluctant to resign from the position of deputy city lord. That's the year."

And stop over there.

Ning Yao stepped forward, returned to this place, put his sword back into the box, and said: "I have seen the mustard seed garden, it is not good."

Chen Ping nodded with a smile, rubbed his cheeks with both hands, inevitably regretting, "That's it."

Then Chen Ping would pick up the sycamore leaf and take Ning Yao to the inn in the city. I just hope that Xiao Mili doesn't follow Pei Qian back then and kowtows when she meets her.

Ning Yao suddenly said, "Aren't you saying goodbye to Miss Biyu?"

Chen Pingan was dumbfounded.

Qin Zi squeezed out a smile and said in a trembling voice, "No need."

The phoenix leaves in Chen Ping's hands shone brightly, and he and Ning Yao arrived at the gate of the city, and walked towards the inn in the city together.

There is no night ban in Entry City, but compared to the hustle and bustle of the street during the day, it is still a little deserted. There are no stalls on the street, and all shops are closed. There are only a few restaurants with lights and noise.

Ning Yao was silent for a moment, then said, "I shouldn't have drawn the sword."

Chen Ping held her hand, "It's ambiguous, there's nothing wrong with it."

Ning Yao looked at the streets on both sides, "Is this the entry city where knowledge can be sold for money?"

Chen Pingan nodded and smiled, "Very good, as expected of Li Shilang."

When they reached the gate of the inn, Pei Qian and Xiaomi were waiting at the gate.

Xiaomi Li, who had been pretending to be calm, became anxious all of a sudden, with a smiling face that had been stretched for too long and exerted a little too much force, she foolishly looked at the woman next to the good man Shanzhu, pulled Pei Qian's sleeve vigorously with one hand, and stomped hard, The smiling face didn't change at all, and he coaxed: "Pei Qian, Pei Qian, otherwise I'd better kowtow, otherwise I always feel that etiquette is not enough."

Pei Qian stood on tiptoe, waved with his master and wife from a distance, and said in a low voice, "It's really unnecessary."

Xiao Mili couldn't hold back that smiling face any longer, and said with a bitter face, "Is it really unnecessary?"

Pei Qian rubbed the head of the little girl in black, and said softly, "It's really unnecessary. When Cao Qinglang and Jing Qing are by your side in the future, when you see Master Mistress, kowtow to make up for it."

The little girl scratched her face, remembering.

Ning Yao shook his wrist, Chen Pingan had no choice but to let go.

When they arrived at the inn, Ning Yao first nodded to Pei Qian, and Pei Qian smiled and called out to Mrs.

Ning Yao bent down and rubbed Xiaomi Li's head, and said with a smile: "In my hometown, everyone knows that the dumb lake wine can make many sword immortals speechless, so they can only continue to drink."

Millet nodded vigorously, then took a step back, quickly reached into her sleeve with one hand, and finally took out a large handful of melon seeds, held it high above her head, offered it with both hands, and said loudly: "Madam Shanzhu, please eat melon seeds!"

Ning Yao was a little surprised.

Chen Pingan suppressed a smile.

A group of people entered the inn. When the counter clerk saw the scholar in green shirt asking if there was any room available, he winked, making the clerk look dazed. Then he saw the man, and hit the woman beside him with an elbow hard on the ribs. It stopped.

In the end, the young man asked for an extra room. At first, he asked if there was a house with a single family. here? It's amazing to carry a sword on your back. If you really have the ability, why can't you go to heaven.

After entering the room in Ningyao, Pei Qian quickly left with Mi Li.

After Chen Ping took his seat, he stared at Ning Yao in a daze.

Ning Yao stopped Pei Qian and Xiaomi Li who had just left the house, and chatted.

Millet bounced back to the house, and Pei Qian sat down innocently.

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Inside the Hundred Thousand Mountains, on the top of the mountain, there is only one hut at the fourteenth level and one at the ascension level, and it turns out that there is only one thatched hut, which is probably just a shelter for an old blind man, and it is probably also a place for cultivating Taoism. If you recognize half of the master's Kaishan disciple, then there must be a place to stay.

It's really not that Li Huai is not used to hard times, but that he has traveled too much in the rivers and lakes, especially when he was with Pei Qian. Easy, no matter how you look at yourself, you seem to have fallen into a den of charlatans. Seeing that the old man in yellow was running around, chopping firewood and chopping wood in order to build a brand new thatched hut. Who would believe these tricks? Anyway, Li Huai didn't believe it.

At that time, I only saw Li Huai's compassion, and I couldn't help but feel sorry for the diligence of the old man of Longshan, and... no fixed place to live, so Li Huai said that the new hut has two rooms, and we live together, and he can build a house. Hand in hand, let's build a residence together, anyway, it can be sheltered from the wind and rain.

As a result, when the old man in yellow heard that Li Huai wanted to help, it was almost like a battle for the avenue. The old man spoke uprightly and refused to give up, saying that the young master is a rich man, how could his hands touch these low jobs. He also said that he would not dare to live with the young master, it would only disturb the young master's study, and it was actually quite cool over the fence.

So when the old man was busy with work, Li Huai squatted aside, and after some chatting, he realized that this old senior in the Ascension Realm, whose Taoist name is Longshan Gong and tentatively named "Couple", had wandered in Haoran Tianxia for more than ten years. Have a chat with him. Li Huai couldn't help but ask the senior what the hell was going on? The old man almost shed ten catties of bitter tears on the spot and drank it as wine, bowed his head to chop wood, his expression was as lonely as a lonely hill.

It turns out that this old man in yellow, even though he is called Longshan Gong now, actually used to have countless incarnations and aliases in the wild world earlier, Taoting, Hejun, Gengyun, and now this couple... all sound very elegant. .

It's just that every time Li Huai didn't know what the old man said wrong, a series of firecrackers sounded inexplicably, and then he was forced to show his original shape, rolling all over the ground, or was kicked off the top of the mountain by the old blind man who was half a master. It was so bumpy and bumpy. After the thatched hut was built, Li Huai lived alone, because the opposite house became Li Huai’s study. What kind of book, I can help find it to make up, no matter how rare a rare copy is, as long as it exists in the wild world, it will be fine. At that time, Li Huai felt that the old man couldn't get along, and there was a reason for that. Do I, Li Huai, look like a piece of material for reading?

Today in the book house, another yellow-clothed old man who took the alias "Wu Fengshi" moved a chair and sat at the door today. He didn't dare to disturb his young master's study and become a sage. He was silent for a long time. Seeing that Li Huai put down the book in his hand , Rubbing between his brows, the old man admired him sincerely: "The young master is young, and his mood is really stable. He really is a natural miraculous. Unlike me, who is thousands of years older, he really lives like a dog."

As for why he was named Wu Fengshi, of course it was for auspicious omen. I hope that with the addition of Uncle Li Huai, he can shine a little bit and follow the times.

Li Huai put down his book and said sincerely: "I didn't take it seriously. No matter why the blind old man is willing to accept apprentices, I'm still the same me. If I let him down, I'm sorry, but I can How about it. I didn’t disappoint him, of course I’m also happy, the old blind man who is half a master, don’t need to thank me anyway, he’s already half a master and apprentice, so why not be polite.”

He spoke one blind word, and the old man in yellow trembled in fear. This uncle Li Huai is probably fine, and he has something to do with himself.

The old man felt that he had to do something, so he stood up quickly, shook his sleeves, and threw a lot of objects on the desk.

The osmanthus clusters in the remote mountains of Guanghan, cut into strips, picked the essence of yinghuohuo, and refined it into a brush holder.

An open cursive copybook with a poem written on it, and a drawing in the paste, painted with a coral pen holder, the old man twisted the coral pen holder with two fingers, and it came out with one twist, and it was placed on the table so lightly.

There is also an old dragon Hengmao inkstone, the inscription is not small: nourishing jade bones, a treasure for thousands of years, the light used by the master is strange.

There is also a jasper lotus pond clear and interesting brush washer, signed "Nen Taoist", the brush is gentle, slender and pleasant.

Li Huai asked suspiciously, "What are you doing, old man?"

Whether the things on the table are good or bad, Li Huai can still roughly see.

It's just that, Li Huai complained more and more in his heart, there was no end to it, I came here to visit the mountains and rivers, and I was tired of you, old man, so I pretended to turn over the book every day, that's all, maybe I have to practice calligraphy in an artful and elegant way Can't paint?

The old man in yellow said flatteringly, "Young master is a once-in-a-thousand-year reading seed. This little meeting ceremony is not a respect, it is not a respect."

It's hard to imagine that this is a famous Ascension Realm Great Demon in the wild world.

Among the great monsters on the throne, he was very familiar with the concubine Fei, Huang Luan who had turned against him after being a buddy, and the old deaf child.

The little girl in Jincui City has a lot of stories with him.

Even the old man Dong from the Great Wall of Sword Qi was chased and bitten by it when he was traveling in the wild world.

As for Ah Liang, let alone, as long as he passes by the Hundred Thousand Mountains every time this dog day, the old blind man will let him let go of his hands and feet.

So his most famous alias is Na Taoting.

The peach pavilion in the wild world, Gu Qingsong in the magnificent world.

These two are well-known all over the world.

With his hands behind his hands, the old blind man walked into the hut, stood at the door, glanced at the objects on the table, and frowned at the watchdog: "You're so fancy, you go home with bones all over the street, are you looking for death?"

Hearing this, the eyelids of the old man in yellow were trembling, he was sincere and sincere, and he failed to invite credit for his kindness, but he was loyal and daring, with a warm heart, and was drenched in cold water.

Li Huai stood up, helping the old senior out of the siege, and asked with a smile: "I don't have a name, so I can't really call you blind every day, can I?"

The old blind man smiled and said, "It's not bad for the old blind man, just yell."

Li Huai gave a thumbs up and said: "It's getting more and more appetizing! It's more than half of the master!"

The old man in yellow glanced at the old blind man whose old face was about to burst into a smile, and then at Li Huai, who tried to seek death every time, and finally thought about his bleak situation. pass.

On this day, on the side of the mountain top, there was rare fireworks, and finally a large pot of stew was placed on the table, steaming hot and fragrant.

At first, Li Huai was very upset and didn't want to use his chopsticks, but when he saw that the old blind man was the first to use his chopsticks, and the old man in yellow was the first to use his chopsticks, Li Huai followed suit.

The old blind man glanced sideways, and the old man in yellow was about to take the bowl and leave the table immediately. Li Huai stepped on the bench with one leg, picked up a large chopstick and put the dog meat into the bowl, slapped the table and said angrily: "Well, you old blind man Are you still talking about morality?!"

Li Huai smiled at the old senior again, helped back up and said, "Don't get up, let's just sit and eat, don't worry about the old blind man, we are all one family, who is going to show off his prestige every day?"

After all, eating people's mouth is soft.

Of course, it wasn't the real dog meat cut from the old man in yellow. Among the 100,000 mountains, there are still some rare ones. Otherwise, Li Huai really didn't dare to lower his chopsticks, and panicked.

The old man in yellow thought for a while, and felt that it would be safer for him to take the bowl outside the door. It would not be an eyesore, and at least he could eat a full bowl. He never thought that the old blind man sneered: "Leave the meat on the table and don't eat it, go dig the dirt outside the door." Eat shit?"

The old man in yellow was filled with grief and joy for a while, so he could only lower his head to eat the meat silently, hey, it seemed to taste pretty good, so salty and mild, the little bastard Li Huai's cooking skills were really good.

The old blind man didn't eat much chopsticks, he chewed slowly, and suddenly said, "Li Huai will go back to his hometown this time, and you will follow. You can weigh the pros and cons, and if it is done, the old score will be overturned."

As for what will happen if it is not done well, the old blind man is too lazy to say.

The old man in yellow nodded vigorously, seeing that Li Huai picked up a chopstick for the old blind man sitting in the main seat, he imitated the example, and hurriedly picked up a big piece of chopsticks for Uncle Li.

Suddenly found out that it's not bad to hang out with Uncle Li. Isn't this the same as the old blind man eating a pot of meat?

It's just that the old man in yellow, who has excellent eyesight, found that every time Li Huai picked up the chopsticks for the old blind man, it was as if he was giving it to another old man.

The young man was grinning, and he was talking nonsense, but he was still not sophisticated enough, because his eyes could not hide his words.

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A figure the size of a mustard seed suddenly appeared in the sky of the Divine Continent of Zhongtu, and fell straight down.

During the fall, the man spread his hands and his figure kept spinning.

Flying to the ground, put his head down.

Put the fingers of one hand together and press it against the forehead, and the palm of the other hand is stretched back.

As for whether this posture is chic or unrestrained in the eyes of outsiders, it's hard to say.

Anyway, it was the way he came out after thinking for a long time.

But this damn place is on the square of the Zhongtu Confucian Temple.

A sage accompanying the Confucian Temple just glanced at him, but chose to turn a blind eye, and told the nearby gentlemen and sages to ignore him and stop trying to get close.

Only an old scholar Pidianpidian left Gongdelin, appeared here, was very appreciative, turned his head, covered his face with one hand, waved his hand and said: "Where is the handsome young man, hurry up, put away your beauty, dragon Leaping like a tiger."

The man's face was full of grievances, and he called out to the old scholar, and the two walked towards each other quickly, shaking hands, the old scholar sighed and shook vigorously, "There were so many friendships back then, and the only one who agrees with each other is the king."

The man said with emotion: "A handshake among thousands of people will make my sleeves fragrant for three years."

Dou poetry? The old scholar really doesn't have a long memory, and he found the wrong opponent.

The old scholar's eyes lit up, and he lowered his voice and said, "I've never heard of it before, where did you copy it from? Can I borrow it?"

The man blushed and said, "I'm a humble writer. I made it up on the spur of the moment. I sent it out when I felt it. Take it and take it. Why are you being polite between brothers?"

Anyone who borrows money will be scolded and scolded all the way.

The two of them hugged each other, just short of putting on the posture of a pair of troubled brothers who were about to hug each other and cry.

The old scholar beat the guy on the back hard, and said in admiration: "Brother Ah Liang, the tendons in this body are stronger than before."

The scruffy man with stubble on his face wailed: "Old scholar, old scholar, I miss you so much, my little brother almost hiccupped, let's not talk about it, I finally got rid of that tortoise shell, life is still hard all these years , as soon as this is mentioned, I can't help but burst into tears."

The old scholar beat the man's back even more forcefully, "It's hard work, both brothers have worked hard, it's not easy, good brothers are not easy!"

Ah Liang coughed and asked: "Old scholar, why do you look thinner but gain weight? Could it be because of your chest and the world in your heart?!"

The old scholar let go of his hand and complained: "Tell me some embarrassing truths."

Ah Liang spat, and stroked his hair, which was actually not much, and it was with great difficulty that he tied it into a small bun.

In fact, it's no wonder he doesn't like to hang out here, because he doesn't have any girls.

As a well-deserved descendant of the Saint's Mansion with four surnames, the number of times he took the initiative to come here is indeed very few.

In addition, every time I was brought over to confront others to reason, or I was called over to apologize to others.

Only the old scholar is not idle every time, and he must be the first to jump out, standing on the other side on purpose, as if everyone else has been wronged, but the old scholar has the loudest voice, the loudest, but he can stir up the flames, or The yin and yang strange energy will help the enemy to talk, or they will say harsh words, saying that hacking this guy to death and knocking him down, imprisoning him in Gongdelin for a few years will not be enough.

Anyway, Ah Liang got used to it later, as long as he saw that old scholar present, he just kept his face sincere, bowed his head to admit his mistakes, and was impatient with anyone who stopped him from apologizing. But in those years before the old scholar became a sacrificial sage, A Liang would never be so easy to talk to, and he often didn't even bother to pay attention to the invitation from the Confucian Temple, even if the sub-sage took him to the Confucian Temple for accountability , At most, he didn't say a word, what the hell.

There is no need for Ah Liang to apologize to anyone today. The old scholar seemed to be a little idle and uncomfortable, sighed, and then asked in confusion: "Why did you come so late? Didn't you return to Haoran long ago? Wandering around Liuxiazhou what?"

A Liang pointed at the top of his head, and said helplessly, "At least grow some hair, otherwise I will only let the girls feel sorry for me wherever I go. Didn't I arrive at Liuxiazhou first, and I wanted to go to Sister Congqian to catch up on the old days?" Well, I never thought that she was not at home. I heard that she went to the former site of Yulongzong and hadn't been home for many years. I asked Sister Cong Qian's disciple to help Feijian send a letter, and I will reply soon. Concise and concise, just two words, wait! Listen to the old scholar, isn't it very sincere?"

The old scholar stomped his feet, helped A Liang and lamented, "Then you should wait."

A Liang laughed and said: "Wait, wait, I'm afraid that if we meet, Xiao Bie is better than the newlywed, and Sister Cong Qian will not be able to control it."

The old scholar laughed along with him.

Ah Liang fell silent suddenly, looking at this skinny old man who had never been tall.

The old scholar can't go anywhere now.

It is different from the self-imprisoned meritorious forest back then.

The two walked to the steps in front of the Confucian Temple and sat down together.

A Liang told some anecdotes on the way when he came here. He said that in Liuxiazhou, in a certain restaurant, when he was an old scholar, he was not paid for eating and drinking, and he couldn't pay for IOUs, so he shouted angrily and took a pen. . To leave a calligraphy, to help inscribe the plaque. After serving with pen and ink, the words he wrote were full of energy, and he was more careful than engraving letters on the city wall. It's just that the shopkeeper didn't know the goods, and he asked for food, wine and vegetables, plus paper money. If you want it, you have to owe it first.

He also said that it was a coincidence that he heard a bunch of people chatting about himself at a fairy house ferry with fluttering colorful skirts and a lot of embroidered shoes, which made him a little embarrassed, especially the two little girls. The beautiful eyes seem to be filled with the two sayings of Ah Liang and elder brother, teaching people to be as drunk as drinking fine wine, and you know him best, the old scholar, and he is the one who can't allow others to boast about himself so much, just right He straightened his clothes, leaned over with an empty wine bowl, and told them the truth, saying that the fourteenth-level sword cultivator is really nothing special, it doesn't mean much...

In the end, he praised the bald man, and said why the hell didn't he just say that the second child is really invincible?

Now that he had said everything to the other party, he had no choice but to sit there for a while, and listened to those drinkers chatting a little more. Not wanting the admiring gazes of those girls, and worrying about incurring unnecessary love debts, he put down the wine bowl, left the restaurant, stopped in a very elegant way, looked up at the sunset, and then a more learned and sudden Striding, walking alone on that street, leaving only a lonely back that breaks the woman's heart, and... that drunk debt that was accidentally forgotten?

The old scholar lightly patted the knee of the man beside him, and exclaimed: "Yes, yes, the style is still the same, and this is not discounted."

A Liang laughed.

The scruffy man with short hair had a lot of interesting stories about his travels with the old scholar.

He said that he went to the sky and met the old man Yu who worked so hard to join the galaxy over there. He didn't talk about the fourteenth realm, so as not to hurt the old man Yu who is older but has mediocre cultivation aptitude .

He only said that he has always been jealous of all the friends around him. Why do they have such a handsome and suave friend, but I, A Liang, don't? After the old man heard it, he didn't speak for a long time, probably because he felt guilty and ashamed.

It's just that Yu Laoer said something at the end, quite like a scholar.

It is said that what can make an old man miss his heart is his hometown, his hometown, and even his childhood and youth.

A Liang did not say that he was at the last stop in Liuxiazhou.

It was a mass burial mound in the wilderness, not to mention the aura of heaven and earth, even the evil spirit was gone. The man sat cross-legged, clenched his fists with both hands, gently pressed against his knees, he didn't speak or drink, he was just alone Sitting and dozing until dawn, when the sun rises and the sky and earth are bright, I open my eyes, as if it is another new day.

No matter what A Liang said.

The old scholar sat on the side and listened carefully, as if it had always been like this, as long as someone else was talking, no matter whether it was reasonable or not, big or small, interesting or boring, the old man was always like this, with a serious look and great patience, waiting for the other person to finish talking , the old scholar will speak his own words.

Perhaps only such an old man can teach such a disciple, the first disciple Cui Chan, Zuo Zuo, Qi Jingchun, Jun Qian, and the closed disciple Chen Pingan.

A Liang asked softly: "The idiots on the left and right haven't come back from the sky yet?"

The old scholar hummed.

A Liang said: "It never occurred to me that it was the last time I saw that guy in Dali Capital."

The old scholar nodded.

Back in the day, a hungry old scholar was teaching in that school. One day he caught a glimpse of a foreigner standing outside the school who was eavesdropping on learning. He looked like a rich kid from a scholarly family. The old scholar put all his energy into it. After speaking a few words of exquisite knowledge, when the noisy children returned home from school, the young man was really impressed by the talents and learning of the teacher who was not even a little old at the time, so he just waited outside the door, and finally bowed to the door to study, saying He wanted to be a teacher. The young man was very polite and well-mannered. The old scholar was very happy at the time, and felt that he had no disciples yet. Doesn't this mean that there is a ready-made one in front of him? To teach someone knowledge is not to teach.

That evening, two scholars, one big and one small, walked side by side in the streets and alleys, accompanied by cock crowing, dog barking and cooking smoke, smelling the aroma of food.

The old scholar slowly said: "Who is not teaching? I never thought that I was accidentally teaching the most intelligent and most pragmatic student."

A Liang smiled and said: "Not to mention anything else, I have to thank him for something. If it weren't for him, I would only know a literary sage, not an old scholar."

The old scholar waved his hand.

So A Liang just handed over a jug of wine.

The old scholar took the jug, and Ah Liang drank with him.

Ah Liang suddenly said: "Old scholar, you didn't look old when you were young, and you really didn't look very good."

The old scholar chuckled, "If you fart, you will only be more handsome than you. Look at my students again, which ones are not the best in appearance and demeanor?"

A Liang sneered: "Don't talk about imparting knowledge, sir, can you teach students how to look like?"

The old scholar rubbed his chin, "I can't learn other contexts. Look at the other disciples, Xiaobaoping, Cao Qinglang, Xiaopeiqian...you see you again?"

A Liang stood up, and the old scholar asked, "Why are you going?"

A Liang smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll find someone to go, I guess I'll need your help to speak here soon."

The old scholar hurriedly got up, lowered his voice and said: "Then just find a few more, and you can still make money. I have a list here, take it and get it."

A Liang took the paper and put it in his sleeve, just glanced at it, and knew that he was busy, and hurried away.

In the sky where fists, kicks and swords can be done at will.

Around the two people facing each other in the air, there are bright spots, all of which are distant stars.

A little girl with shofar braids holding half of her own wrist in her hand, while fiddling with the wound, glared at the man and said, "Is that enough?! Do you want to stop me from going to the wild world?! Believe it or not, you've offended me, Just crash into Nan Po Suo Continent or Tong Ye Continent, and let that poor gentleman of yours finish the game?!"

Dressed in a green shirt, expressionless, holding a sword in one hand, his sword aura is unrestrained, "Please go."

After finally borrowing that slender wrist sloppily for the time being, Xiao Xuan shook his arm and said with a bright smile: "Then I won't bother your husband, I'll go to Luopo Mountain in Baopingzhou to pay a visit to another place. What about our hidden official?!"

Handing out a sword is the answer.

At a ferry in the wild world, the giant Mohist who guarded Nan Po Sao Continent together with Chen Chun'an, the mellow scholar, was here alone. One person built the city and the other defended the city without delay.

A burly man, with a little monster by his side, came to the wild world from the ruins on the sea, and then traveled so far, deliberately bypassing the forces on the top of the mountains along the way, only looking at the mountains and rivers.

Liu Liuliu looked up at the strange city that "grew by itself".

On the side, the self-proclaimed Whirlwind King looks like a child, and is carrying a big package. It's not what the master next to him asks for. It's full of belongings that the little monster is reluctant to throw away. Now he is standing on the edge of the ferry tremblingly. Said: "Master, it is said in the book that one thing more is worse than one thing less. It seems that we have to take a detour."

The little ghost couldn't help complaining: "Go, go, master, when will you be big?"

Liu Shiliu smiled and said, "I originally wanted to bring you to meet your little uncle, but now I can't do it. It seems that I have to walk a long way."

The little elf sighed, "Fanfanfan. It would be nice if I could see my little uncle sooner."

Liu Liuliu nodded with a smile, "After passing the Great Wall of Sword Qi, Master can find a ferry and it will be easier."

The little ghost said: "Master, I don't have fairy money! I'm really poor, I'm not pretending to be poor!"

Liu Shiliu rubbed the little guy's head, "Just like your little uncle, the big things are unambiguous, but the small things, just search and search."

The little ghost suddenly became a little nervous, and whispered: "Master, I'm just a little ghost, and the little uncle is the great hermit official of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, will you despise me?"

Liu Shiliu smiled and said, "No. He is your little uncle."

The little spirit hesitated for a moment, "Then what about Uncle Master? Uncle Qi? I really can't even see it?"

Liu Shiliu hummed, "There is no way."

Xiao Jingguai was a little discouraged, "All the masters are like this, so why should I practice with Master? If I knew it, I would hide in the mountains of my hometown."

Liu Shiliu smiled and said, "Don't think so, even today, there are some things that only you can accomplish."

The little elf raised his head, confused, "For example?"

Liu Shiliu said, "For example, go on a journey with Master."

The little ghost rolled his eyes, but quickly grinned and laughed, Master is not a lie.

"Master, why is Master Uncle called Xiuhu?"

"It was given by someone else. Your uncle doesn't like this nickname very much. It seems that he has never liked it."

"Then why does Uncle Qi always fight with Uncle Zuo? Is it a bad relationship?"

"They were young at that time. The relationship between the two is actually very good."

"Then why did my little uncle become a hidden official?"

"Go back and ask him yourself."

"Master, how big is the big monster, how immortal is the sword fairy?"

"It's hard to say."

"Master, your master, why are you called an old scholar? Are you very old?"

"No, in fact, our husband is not very old, but he looks old."

"Then my patriarch, which student does he like the most? Is it the master?"

"It must be your little uncle."

"Oh, then I will have a good relationship with my little uncle."

"Yes, that's how it should be."

"Master, lend me some fairy money."

"Um?"

"What you said, my uncle is a money fanatic. I want to prepare a meeting gift."

"No, Master didn't say that. Your little uncle is very generous and never searches. When you found him, he is a young person, so you only need to accept gifts and don't need to give gifts."

"Master, from now on, why don't you just recognize me as your disciple? After I meet my junior uncle, accept the gift, and then change back to be your disciple?"

"That's not good."

"Master, to tell you the truth, I suddenly feel that I won't get much out of hanging out with you. But forget it, since the masters and junior uncles are so powerful, I will recognize you as my master. I don't regret it, and neither do you, don't regret it just because I have nothing to offer in the future."

"no problem."

"Okay, it's a deal! Then I'm fine."