Sword of Coming

In the dusk, Wu Shuangjiang suddenly said he was leaving.

The long sword Yeyou was thrown to Chen Pingan, and it took only half a day to refine it.

After Chen Pingan took over the night tour, he shamelessly asked Wu Shuangjiang for a copybook.

In the world of Qingming, it is recognized that the words written by the monks of Sui Chu Palace can drive away ghosts. Hanging characters are like hanging talismans, and even more effective. Of course, Chen Ping'an didn't want to use Wu Shuangjiang's calligraphy to exorcise ghosts and evil spirits. That would be too much of a waste of natural resources. He should keep it as a souvenir of the night sailing trip and hang it in his study in Luo Luoshan in the future. When you come to visit, no matter who you are, you still have to ask whether it is an authentic or fake work?

Wu Shuangjiang agreed, and Chen Ping'an was in the lobby, taking out pens, ink, paper and inkstones. After Xiaomi Li cleared the table, he helped spread the rice paper and lay on the table to grind ink.

Wu Shuangjiang looked at the common brushes and ink ingots at the foot of the mountain. He seemed to have lost interest in writing. Chen Ping'an said helplessly: "Is this really the only thing I have? Senior, just make do with it?"

Wu Shuangjiang smiled and said: "Luopo Mountain can afford to lose face like this, but Mr. Wu can't afford to lose face. In that case, let's forget it."

Chen Pingan hurriedly said: "How about allowing this junior to borrow the Four Treasures of the Study from Li Shilang?"

Wu Shuangjiang glanced at the sky outside, shook his head and said, "We can't keep Xiaobai waiting for too long."

The millet grains were still there grinding the ink ingots, and he raised his hands to scratch his head in anxiety, and said pitifully: "Mr. Wu, Mr. Wu, just write a few words, are you successful? We are out and about in the world, so we should just make do with it." "

Wu Shuangjiang thought for a while, nodded and said, "That makes sense."

Wu Shuangjiang took out the study Qinggong he carried with him from his sleeve, spread out a piece of colorful cloud paper, and took out a green bamboo brush with a line of small seals engraved on it. There was an inkstone with an inkstone inscribed on the side of the Immortal Cave. On the side of the ancient inkstone lay a pair of miniature chilongs. Wu Shuangjiang tapped the head of the chilong with his pen. The two chilongs immediately opened a pair of golden eyes, and a layer of golden ripples suddenly appeared in the ancient inkstone. , after Wu Shuangjiang dipped in ink, the nib of his pen became golden, and he wrote a calligraphy calligraphy on the paper, which can be regarded as "current post".

"At that time, I just thought it was ordinary, and I didn't believe that bald heads existed in the world. I was leaning against the bright moon in a tall building, and suddenly I came to the window and suspected that it was you."

Finally, there are two personal seals of Wu Shuangjiang and a monogram printed in three places on this copybook.

A military scholar, commanding millions of soldiers. Both people and books are old. The heart is as green as the lotus in the world.

Chen Ping'an stood aside, rubbing his hands gently, and sighed with emotion, "Senior is such a good calligrapher, it is a pity not to write a couplet anymore. Good things come in pairs, so be careful."

Wu Shuangjiang smiled, and two couplet papers made of Sui Chu Gong Ten Thousand Years of Red material appeared on the table. On each couplet, there were seven golden dragon patterns, as if the position was empty, just waiting to be written. Not only that, he also took out a small wooden box from his sleeve. After opening it, there were small porcelain boxes of seven colors arranged, which were the seven treasure clay that was used to remove the palace that year and became famous all over the world. The Lord Yu and his wife on the mountain once got a great opportunity from the ruins of Xianfu and moved an ancient mountain back to the sect. After the mountain top took root, strange phenomena appeared, and there were often scenes of cinnabar flowing like colorful clouds. After the immortal refined the flying sand, he gathered the seven colors and became the Qibao Clay. There is a saying that one liang of colored clay and one pound of Guyu money.

Chen Ping'an was a little confused. Writing couplets was not as sophisticated as seven-color writing, right? I just didn’t dare to ask any more questions, for fear that if I asked, the cooked duck would fly away.

Wu Shuangjiang didn't explain anything. He dipped his pen in seven-color precious sand and wrote seven characters on each of the two spring couplets. He drew back the pen like a mountain but not enough treasure. He had to read thousands of volumes before he could understand the spirit.

Wu Shuangjiang breathed softly at the couplet. The fourteen golden dragons in the couplet, as if being clicked, slowly rotated in a circle and then became motionless.

Poems by Su Zi and inscriptions by Wu Shuangjiang.

By the way, I took advantage of some of the young people around me who were looking for words.

Chen Ping'an, who had been a second nephew for nothing, had no grudges and just pretended that he didn't know about such an allusion.

Wu Shuangjiang smiled and said: "Just think of it as a wish for the completion of the Luo Luo Shanxia Sect. You can hang the couplets on the gate of the Patriarch Hall. The words on the couplets change with the time. They are black during the day and white at night. The distinction between black and white is clear. What is your rank? It's not low. If it were hung on the gate of Jise Peak in Luolu Mountain, it would be enough to make the mountain lord Wei Bo and other landscape spirits, ghosts and monsters stop outside the door. They dare not and cannot go beyond half a step. But you have to promise me one thing, what? Sometimes you feel that you have done something wrong, and it is hard to correct your mistakes, so you must take off this couplet."

Chen Ping'an took a step back, bowed and saluted the palace master of Sui Chu Palace, who said with a smile, "I once had hope of refining one or two natal characters."

Wu Shuangjiang waved his hand, just put away a few seals, turned to the little girl in black and smiled: "The millet grains, the rest of the study supplies on the table are all given to you, just think of the fish in return. Dried melon seeds. As for who you give them to later, I don’t care."

Zhou Mili hurriedly waved his hand, "You can't do it, you can't do it. You can even use dried fish and melon seeds for free."

Wu Shuangjiang smiled slightly, turned and left, strode across the threshold, Xiaomi Li ran over, caught up with Mr. Wu, took out two bags of dried fish from his sleeves, scratched his face, a little embarrassed, "Mr. Wu, Mr. Wu , that’s it, I’ll give it all to you, don’t think it’s too little, if it’s really too little, then that’s it, if you come to my house as a guest in the future, I’ll take care of it.”

Wu Shuangjiang smiled and took the two bags of dried fish from the river, thanked him, patted the little girl's head gently, and left. Wu Shuangjiang took one step and left Toutiao City.

Xiao Mili waved his hand, stood outside the door and looked around for a long time, and sighed. He was a little envious of Mr. Wu's Taoism. He didn't even have to travel far away in the wind, and disappeared in a flash. It must be the fairyland where Jindan started. ? ! Oh, what are you thinking about? How can you be an Earth Immortal? It cannot be said to be the legendary Jade Pu Realm. Alas, the realm is so high that it is as high as Wei Shanjun. How many night banquets must Mr. Wu have held in his hometown? No wonder you give gifts without batting an eye, you are lavish, grand, and you have to be like this when you are traveling in the world. That naive and silly girl I met at Dumb Lake was not a bad person, but she had long hair and short knowledge. Guyu's money can sell the big water monster in Dumb Lake.

Xiaomi Li walked back to the lobby table in a swagger. Chen Pingan put away the copybooks and couplets and put them into the square objects. He smiled at Xiaomi Li and said: "Ancient inkstone, green bamboo pen, and Qibao clay, these three things cost Pei money." I’ll put it away for you first.”

Xiaomi Li was stunned for a moment, and the little girl glanced at the objects on the table, "But I have already thought about how to give them away."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "No need to give it away, just keep it well. When you return to Luopo Mountain, remember not to throw it away."

Xiao Mili said seriously: "I originally planned to give it all to the mountain master's wife. If the mountain master's wife didn't accept it, I wouldn't have the courage to persist to the end. Then when I got home, I gave the Qibao mud to Sister Nuanshu, and she I like to keep accounts every day. I gave the ancient inkstone to Jing Qing and the green bamboo pen to Wei Shanjun. There is a bamboo forest in Piyun Mountain. The old cook and Pei Qian didn't know why, so they didn't go there themselves and asked me to sneak there. I carefully counted how many bamboos there were, and I thought that if Mr. Wei Shan was happy after accepting the gift, he would give me a bamboo for free."

Ning Yao suppressed laughter and rubbed Xiao Mili's head.

Pei Qian pretended not to know anything. Anyway, whenever the master asked, he would blame everything on the old cook.

Chen Ping'an felt uneasy about his conscience for the first time. I wonder what Wei Shanjun thought when millet grains were wandering in the bamboo forest, carefully counting the bamboos with wrenches?

A white-haired boy poked his head around the corner of the corridor and asked, "Ancestor Yin Guan, where is that person? Is he gone? How was your chat?"

Chen Pingan turned around and said: "Leaving Entry City. The conversation was going well, you don't need to take action."

The white-haired boy laughed loudly, put his hands on his hips, shook his shoulders, and strode towards the table, "Ancestor Yin Guan is indeed invincible, leaving me no chance to show my loyalty. Otherwise, as long as I use my little strength, I will definitely be able to fight with you." Ancestors of Yin Guan work together to repel the enemy! What a pity, what a pity! I hate what I hate!"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Then I invite him back?"

The white-haired boy's knees weakened, he stretched out his hand to support the table, and said in a trembling voice: "I don't think this is necessary. After all, it's easier to invite gods than to send them away."

From the beginning to the end, it was very baffling. Meeting Wu Shuangjiang and having a good chat with Pei Qian were like falling into the clouds and leaving a confusion. Wu Shuangjiang was gone again, and there was also this alien demon. realm, appearing in the world in a posture similar to that of a "person without realm".

Chen Ping'an glanced at it and said, "Go to the other side of the house to chat."

We went back to Chen Pingan's room together, and Chen Pingan took out the copybook, "It should be what senior wanted me to give it to you."

The white-haired boy nodded, and as soon as he took it over, the two printed words on the copybook, "Scholar of soldiers and horses, commanding millions of soldiers", and "The man and the book are both old and mature", a total of thirteen words, instantly dimmed.

It had a complicated expression, dull and speechless.

Chen Pingan even took out the sword-raising gourd and took a sip of wine to calm down his shock.

The magic and magical powers of a great monk in the Fourteenth Realm are really unreasonable.

It shook its head vigorously, and soon returned to its normal expression. It looked at the virtual objects that Chen Ping'an had picked up in Entry City. It picked up the narcissus porcelain basin, turned it over, sneered, and threw it on the table. The millet grains hurriedly He jumped forward, straightened his hands, moved to his side, breathed gently into the small porcelain basin, and wiped it with his sleeves.

The white-haired boy carried the iron Three Monkeys Fishing Moon Flower Utensil with both hands, nodded slightly and said, "If it's the real thing, it's okay."

Chen Ping'an smiled and asked, "How do you say it?"

The white-haired boy said: "Every moonlit night, you can take out this thing and just bask in the moonlight, it will condense the moonlight and gradually breed an essence similar to the 'Flower Protector'. If the monk's luck is better, maybe You can also become a Si Fanwei of the Flower Temple, in charge of a certain kind of flower scent. Arrange flowers inside, osmanthus is the best, epiphyllum is the second, and peony is the third. Those monsters in the world who worship the moon and refine their body, no matter No matter how high the realm is, everyone will definitely be willing to pay a high price. With this thing, you can save a lot of trouble. Take it to the Hundred Flowers Blessed Land, and even more casually, find the flower owner of the Blessed Land, or the flower owner of the life. God, you can sell it for a sky-high price."

The white-haired boy wondered: "In this blessed land of flowers, why does Yinguan Patriarch look like he has never heard of it and is not interested? Back then, under the grape trellis in the place where the prison officer practiced Taoism, those flower god cups, Yinguan Patriarch Zu Ke’s eyes were shining brightly and he was gearing up. At that time, I felt that if I were the flower owner of the Blessed Land, I would start to worry about whether my own territory would become too high."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "As long as there is money in the world, there will be a Baofu Zhai."

The white-haired boy said oh, picked up the "Uncle Ye" ebony paperweight, and asked: "Never thought that Patriarch Yin Guan was also a luthier? He is really versatile..."

Chen Pingan put down the sword gourd in his hand and asked: "Can you write a complete Guangling Zhixiu spectrum?"

It nodded, "What's the problem?"

Wu Shuangjiang, the lord of Sui Chu Palace, was famous in Qingming world for his talent. He was proficient in poetry, music, music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

As Wu Shuangjiang's inner demon, except for some killer attack methods, Wu Shuangjiang has set many restrictions on it, and it can actually do everything else Wu Shuangjiang knows.

The white-haired boy tapped his fingers and wrote out a complete score that had been lost for a long time in the world. Chen Pingan copied it on paper.

It yawned and asked with confusion on its face: "Ancestor Yin Guan, is this a small harvest?"

Chen Pingan nodded, Pei Qian was expressionless, just eating melon seeds.

Zhou Mili waved his hands vigorously and said: "It's gone, it's really gone!"

The white-haired boy chuckled and said, "There can be some, there must be some. Get that treasure at the bottom of the box quickly."

Zhou Mili crossed his arms across his chest and said with a serious face: "If so, I'll treat you to pickled fish! Is pickled fish delicious? It's the worst food in the world. No one likes it. Since no one eats pickled fish , if no one eats it, then it’s gone.”

Chen Pingan reached out to cover his forehead. What a reasonable set of words, it’s really hard for Xiaomi Li...

The corners of Ning Yao's mouth curled up.

Pei Qian glanced at the master.

Chen Pingan nodded helplessly.

Pei Qian and Zhou Mili said, "Take it out."

Xiao Mili was anxious and winked at Pei Qian. He hid it well, so why didn't he just bring it on himself?

Pei Qian nodded, and the little girl in black immediately ran out of the house, went to Pei Qian and his own house, took out the scroll from the green bamboo bookcase, ran back, pursed her lips, and put it on the table in a hurry , Xiaomi Li just held the scroll with a serious face and looked at the good mountain master, as if to say, I really gave it to you. What the mountain master’s wife will say when the time comes, you can’t blame me.

Chen Ping'an glanced at his founding disciple and complained: "I've given it to you, what's there to hide?"

Pei Qian smiled and nodded, then looked at the white-haired boy who was the culprit.

Chen Pingan handed the booklet given by the bearded guest to Ning Yao.

After Ning Yao flipped through it, he found that every opportunity was like playing a charade. The vocabulary on the booklet was like a fairyland ferry. The ferry names were all there, but the visitors were not told how to get to the ferry.

The white-haired boy looked at the scroll on the table. It had a white jade scroll head and a small note on the outside. The handwriting could barely be considered elegant. The content of the text was brazen, saying that he wanted to teach women all over the world how to dress.

After opening it, there are beauties with different eyebrows and hair buns, such as mandarin duck eyebrows, flying clouds, fainting, flying immortals, spiritual snakes, and reverse ties. There are also text annotations. There are a total of twenty-four beauties with white hair. The boy looked at them one by one, marveled at them, and kept talking: "Okay, okay, spring mountain is small, but it can lift clouds... The ax marks in the Moon Palace were repaired, and then they raised their eyebrows to the beauty... Flying immortals, flying immortals, descended in front of the emperor... ...Mom, this is the best sentence, this sentence is the most wonderful. When I turn around and see him turning down the curtain, he wants to hug her, but Nong Ruo Yanran..."

The white-haired boy raised his head and said seriously: "Since the ancestor of Yin Guan is proficient in seal carving, it is better to copy various eyebrow marks on the letter. From now on, in the whole world, half of the Taoist monks on the mountain, Hongyan, will pass the letter with flying sword and so on. We need to use the stationery produced by our Luolu Mountain! In line with the saying, "When a man from thousands of miles away sees the mark on his eyebrows, it is like meeting him again before the flowers." I think it is feasible, it is definitely feasible, and the wealth will definitely come rolling in!"

Chen Pingan rewarded with one word, "Get out!"

Zhu Lian or Mi Yu are the right people to make such unconscionable money.

The white-haired boy had a hurt look on his face, which chilled the hearts of all the soldiers.

Picking up the last bundle of withered plum branches, it weighed it a few times and said doubtfully: "Ancestor Yin Guan, what the hell?! Are we really picking up rags?"

Chen Pingan threw the booklet to the white-haired boy. He turned to the page of the plum branch entry and found that there seemed to be two veins, each with its own destiny, and you could choose one of them. One of the clues is what Shangyang Palace, Mei Jing, "Zhaonan Chapter", Jiang Langzhong, Longchi Drunkard, Zhulu.

The other one is a bookstore, corpses, hot guests from all over the world, boneless flowers, and duckweed pavilion.

The white-haired boy felt dizzy for a while. After all, it came from the Qingming world. He was completely blinded after seeing this. He closed the booklet and said solemnly: "Ancestor Yin Guan, why bother doing this? Why don't we? Should we rob it openly? If someone catches me, it’ll be fine. Ancestor Yin Guan will just run away and leave me here. I’ll be beaten, scolded, chopped or chopped. I’ll take all the responsibility!”

Ning Yao asked curiously: "What do you mean by this bundle of plum branches?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and explained: "Shangyang Palace, the nickname Mei Jing refers to a concubine. She has a younger brother named Jiang Caiqin, and her family has been practicing medicine for generations. As for the Drunken Guest in Longchi, it refers to the drunkard. Awakening the different thoughts of the two vassal kings, anyway, after twists and turns, the opportunity to finally succeed is probably some kind of real gift from the Flower God of January in the Paradise of Hundreds of Flowers, or else it is related to the blushing lady hanging upside down in the Plum Garden. So Not very interesting.

"But there is another clue that I am very interested in. It is that I have selfish motives. If I am not wrong, I first go to the Mustard Seed Garden Bookstore in Toutiao City, because Li Julang is good at making plum windows. In the article "Bedroom Department", Li Julang Juro even cited this matter as "the best production in his life", so I'm afraid he needs to buy a first edition of "Picture Biography" as a bridge, and find the bookseller Wang Gai, who once had a " The nickname "Wang Anjie" is the only way to connect with this person's brother Wang Ping, and this person's original name is Wang Shi. He is good at seal making and painting boneless flowers, so this involves an old gentleman whom I admire very much. He is good at painting plum blossoms and is the best in the world. He happens to be the owner of the Plum Blossom House and Xiaozhou Duckweed Pavilion. Not only that, it is said that this old gentleman is also the first person in the world to carve seals with stone. With such a rare opportunity, I How could you miss it? You must visit the old gentleman. If there is any chance, I can exchange it with the old gentleman for a seal."

Having said this, Chen Ping'an looked as bright as if he had heard the title "Li Julang" for the first time.

For people like Jiang Shangzhen, there will always be people they want to see on the night boat. It’s the rain and the sudden green wind, it’s the flower vendor on the pole, it’s the cup of deep amber that’s thick, it’s the brow that’s just lowered but it’s in the heart, it’s the two years and three When I was defeated by Dongjun, he was thinner than Huanghua.

Chen Ping'an actually wanted to visit more ancient sages in the book.

Ning Yao was accustomed to Chen Ping'an's ability to solve puzzles.

Just talk about how Chen Ping'an's relationship with the elders came about, that's how it came about.

Pei Qian was even more serious.

Zhou Mili could only hear vaguely, but the good mountain master was very powerful as long as he didn't fight with others about poetry!

Only the demon who transformed from the outside was dumbfounded when he heard this series of "from here to there", "following the clues" and "walking from door to door", and praised from the bottom of his heart: "Ancestor Yin Guan, this night boat, You should be the captain at the helm!"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "It's far from it. It's just a two-legged bookcase."

It's not that he belittles himself, that's the fact. Chen Pingan was amazed by the night sailing ships in Toutiao City. If it weren't for the difficulty of distinguishing between friends and foes, and if he had something to do, Chen Ping'an really wouldn't mind visiting the twelve cities one by one on this ferry, even if it took three or two years.

The white-haired boy kept rubbing his hands, his eyes shining, "Now that my hair has grown, and with Patriarch Yin Guan guiding me, and with my help, how can this ferry be so lucky that even a blade of grass can't grow?" "

Chen Ping'an said: "I still have business to do, so except for the plum branch, I won't try to earn any other opportunities."

The white-haired boy beat his chest with both hands, "Is this still the arrogant and money-minded ancestor I know?"

Chen Ping'an said: "I want to ask for a seal from senior Wang Yuanzhang. I have thought about the seal text, so I will write 'Qingqi fills the universe, and spring spreads for thousands of miles'!"

After a moment of silence, Chen Ping'an took a sip of wine and said softly: "It would be better if we could ask for seals from two parties. The seal will say 'Wanderer's Journey'."

The white-haired boy clapped his hands and applauded: "The seal is excellent! Ancestor Yin Guan has unparalleled literary talent..."

Chen Pingan squinted and said, "It's something from the old gentleman's poems. I just copied it."

The white-haired boy raised his arms and shouted, "Ancestor Yin Guan has an invincible memory. He can move a mountain of books with one punch and overwhelm a sea of ​​literature with one kick. He is number one in the world. Even people dare not claim to be second because he is too close to Ancestor Yin Guan." , so I only dare to be ranked third!"

Anyway, as long as you have a clear conscience, there is no such thing as embarrassing flattery in the world.

Chen Pingan suddenly said: "According to Palace Master Wu's deduction, I may go to the Chinese Confucian Temple at some point. It's hard to say when I will go and when I will return, and how I will return."

The white-haired boy fell silent for a moment, sat back on the bench sickly, and wiped the table top repeatedly with one hand.

Ning Yao said: "Pei Qian Xiaomi is here with me."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Then let's solve the riddle?"

Xiaomi Li jumped off the bench, "Yes!"

The group packed up their luggage and left the inn to follow the clues. Sure enough, as Chen Pingan said, they followed the clues all the way, which was exactly as expected. They should buy and chat, and finally ended up in a secret landscape with thousands of plum blossoms and trees. Chen Pingan used By chance, I was supposed to acquire an immortal plum tree, but I only exchanged two seals with the old master Wang Yuanzhang. I never thought that the old master would end up stroking his beard and smiling, and also gave me two pictures of plum blossoms, one with black plums and one with white plums. , and the contents of the two seals that Chen Ping'an requested came from the poems on the scrolls.

After Chen Pingan took the scroll, he bowed and thanked him again.

Thinking of something, Chen Ping'an said: "This junior heard that there was a Sword Immortal in Tongyezhou who was climbing a mountain in heavy snow. He said something similar to what the senior said in the history books. Everyone in his sect had heard about it, but the Sword Immortal was at the end. The phrase 'the best time to draw a sword' has been added, so this swordsman must also admire his senior very much."

The old gentleman smiled and said, "Is it the saying 'Heaven and earth are made of white jade, which makes people's hearts clear and make them want to go to heaven'?"

Chen Pingan held the scroll in his arms and nodded gently.

The old gentleman asked: "A swordsman who talks to heaven and earth like this is in Tongyezhou, so he must be no longer alive?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "He has died in battle."

That Sword Immortal is Fu Lingqing, the leader of Tongye Sect.

The old gentleman asked Chen Pingan to wait for a while, and finally gave Chen Pingan two seals, one of which was carved in the wind and snow to cheer up the world's madmen.

Chen Pingan scratched his head and was a little embarrassed.

The old gentleman smiled and said: "Although I don't know who you are yet, I hope that there will be more young people like you in the world today."

Pointing to somewhere else, the old man said seriously: "Remember, don't imitate Shao Baojuan from Rongmei City. He seems to have been a gentleman for many years, just waiting to be a bad guy once, and then never look back. It's such a pity."

After leaving this secret realm, Chen Ping'an used the piano score written by the white-haired boy to exchange it with Toutiao City for the three-city customs clearance documents. Generally, for a certain knowledge, the exchange for the two-city customs clearance documents was already the limit. Obviously, the night sailing ship is not suitable for This "Guangling Zhixi Pu" is extremely important. At first, the white-haired boy was a little smug and walked very gracefully outside the shop. But after learning that there were twelve cities on the night voyage, he immediately started jumping up and down and cursing. Xiaomi Li quickly hugged this boy with gray hair at a young age. The short winter melon, the white-haired boy was still cursing, and kept flying towards the shop. Xiaomi Li leaned back and swayed, and finally managed to prevent the two of them from falling. After the white-haired boy finished cursing, he landed on his feet. He turned around and patted Xiao Mili on the shoulder, "You can learn from your loyalty and you have done a good job in protecting me. I will reward you with some good things later."

Xiaomi Li didn't take it seriously, just grinned and said, "I seemed to be drunk and boxing just now."

The white-haired boy gestured at the height of the two of them and shook his head, "Xiaomili, every time I talk to you, if I don't lower my head hard, I won't be able to see you. How can this be done? In the future, please invite us Yinguan ancestors I’ll help you build a small bench, so you have to stand and talk to me.”

Xiaomi Li frowned and secretly stood on tiptoes. It turned out that the white-haired boy seemed to be taller. Looking down, the white-haired boy immediately put away his toes. When Xiaomi Li suddenly raised his head, he instantly raised his toes. Xiao Mi Li took a few steps back. The white-haired boy had already put his hands behind his back and turned around to leave.

First, we went to Chuigong City and met the old master who held a lantern and wrote a list of books at night. Chen Pingan helped Cui Dongshan deliver a message.

While traveling, Xiao Mili asked in a low voice: "Pei Qian, Pei Qian, Li Huai said that you are a subjugated princess living among the people. Can you find your father here?"

Pei Qian didn't say anything.

Xiaomi Li continued to ask: "Do you want my help? I am very good at finding people, and I have the ability to patrol the mountains and patrol the mountains."

Pei Qian knocked down a small chestnut. After being beaten, Zhou Mili held his head in his hands, and suddenly he knew that he probably couldn't be found. To rub salt into Pei Qian's wounds, he really deserves a beating.

They were still on the bank of a river that was in the dry season, revealing the cliff carvings on the water bottom, full of life, and the depths of the Dragon Palace.

In a wine shop, I met a young man who claimed to be a young master. He was about to write on the wall. There was also a young clerk who was a little absent-minded and just muttered to himself, asking where the old sword was. Outside the shop, a tall man passed by with oily arms oozing from his arms. He looked at a lively girl in the distance who was tapping her toes and twirling her skirt lightly, with fine eyebrows. The man thinks it’s her this year. I have read a vast book of 440,000 words in vain, and there are Yan Ruyu in and out of the book.

The white-haired boy who was slapping the table with his hands and clamoring for a good drink immediately shut up.

Chen Ping'an suddenly stood up, came outside the wine shop, and looked up at the sky.

The two people who visited the lotus pond in Appearance City first visited the Sense City, broke through the restrictions on the landscape, and appeared directly here.

Wu Shuangjiang was accompanied by the young shopkeeper of the Hanging Mountain Stork Inn.

In the pavilion, the executioner sat alone.

Neither Du Shanyin nor his maid Ji Qing are here.

It seems that the Sword Immortal is waiting for this great monk of the Fourteenth Realm who has been removed from the palace.

Wu Shuangjiang smiled and said, "Xiaobai, go somewhere else."

Bai Luo, the watcher of the Sui Palace, nodded with a smile, "The executioner doesn't have so much small world to help you cover the Fourteenth Realm."

Wu Shuangjiang said: "It's just a criminal official, not a hidden official, so there is no need for the fourteenth realm."

After Bai Luo left.

Wu Shuangjiang clasped his hands behind his back and walked forward slowly. Four imitation swords came out of his sleeves and said with a smile: "The flowers bloom in the cage."

A bird in a cage imitates the magical power of a sword, and a moon in a well imitates the magical power of a sword, combined with the two-character mantra "flowers bloom".

In the world, there are all Wu Shuangjiang, and all are imitation swords.

As for why we have to fight today, the reason is very simple. The Taoist companion in Wu Shuangjiang's heart seems to be often chased by the prison officer with flying swords on the prison side of the Great Sword Qi Wall.

After a while.

The night ship was split into two by the light of the sword.

At the same time, a voice sounded in Chen Pingan's heart, "Can you come to the Confucian Temple?"

Chen Pingan asked tentatively: "But the Lisheng?"

After getting the affirmative answer, Chen Ping'an bowed and said, "Thank you for your thanks."

After A Liang left the Confucian Temple Square, he seemed to be traveling far away, but in fact he secretly went to a restricted area of ​​the Merit Forest to talk to the sage accompanying him. At least he was not rejected, but in the end he still had to take a sum of merit. Then, I saw the bearded ranger. He said it was a forbidden area. There were no formation restrictions, and there was no one to guard it. It was just a broken secret realm with beautiful mountains and clear waters. Liu Cha was squatting by the water, fishing with a pole.

A Liang came to Liu Cha's side and remained silent. Liu Cha didn't say anything either. A Liang sighed, shook his head, walked up behind Liu Cha, and kicked the swordsman in the butt with great force. Not a little, Liu Cha had to pounce forward, but he still held the pole in one hand and supported the ground with one hand, so as not to fall and eat shit. He squatted down again, and there was no expression change on the man's face.

Aliang Jinji stood alone, raised one leg, rubbed the instep, and complained endlessly, saying how could there be such a hard as iron butt in the world.

Hopping on one foot, he came to Liu Cha's side, landed on his butt, sat cross-legged, picked up a piece of weed, dusted off the soil, held it in his mouth, slowly chewed the root of the grass, and said vaguely: "Brother Liu, where is the Confucian Temple?" What do you mean by Bian?"

Liu Cha said: "Sheng Li just asked me to stay here, there is no other way to say it."

"To be able to pass the sword to Shiro is so powerful."

"The defeated general dare not speak bravely."

In Jinjiazhou, there used to be that mirror, flowers in the water, and there was only one picture scroll, which was the scene where Liu Cha sword killed Bai Ya.

It was imitated by the bad guys using mountain magic, so every time you open the scroll, when the bearded swordsman appears, before handing out the sword, there will inevitably be onlookers exclaiming his name, Liu Cha!

Over time, "Liu Cha", which was originally just a name, gradually evolved into a statement full of exclamation, similar to a mantra. Two words and one statement can cover many meanings.

As for Liu Cha's own swordsmanship, especially his poems, they are far less impressive than this name. Even now in the Middle-earth Divine Continent, the word Liu Cha has become known to all women and children.

At this moment, A Liang held his head in his hands, fell back, and said softly: "If I had known that there would be such a problem, I would have killed you directly on the Sword Qi Great Wall."

But it was not that Liu Chajian killed Bai Ye, but that he was stopped by Chen Chun'an, a scholar at the edge of the ruins.

Chen Chun'an, a scholar and scholar, is very close to A Liang. Of course, it might just be A Liang who thinks so.

Liu Cha said: "Don't talk about life-changing in such a nice way."

Fighting with A Liang is almost the result of exchanging lives.

A Liang crossed his legs and swayed slightly, "In my life, I have three good buddies, and they are all brothers in need. One is an old scholar. They are all full of knowledge and cannot show off their fame."

"One is Chen Ping'an, one is standing at the top of the city, and the other is lying at the bottom of the mountain. We can only look at each other from a distance, feeling sympathy for each other."

"Then it's you. We both fell from the fourteenth realm."

Liu Cha said: "Are you done?"

A Liang said: "You care about me?"

Liu Cha stopped talking and continued fishing.

A Liang took a nap, then got up and said he would come here to drink next time when he was free.

The man spread his hands and spun away, still using the ladder on the rivers and lakes, his legs jumping up and down.

Liu Cha glanced at it and was curious. Could this guy look like a bird in the Ya Sheng Mansion?

In a sect in the Middle-earth Divine Continent, a person in the Jade Pu Realm who had been chopped half to death by Qi Tingji's sword had just finished retreating to recuperate. A few days after finally getting out of seclusion, he participated in a discussion at the Ancestral Master Hall.

There was a masked man, only showing a pair of sinister eyebrows. In broad daylight, he broke through the mountain gate formation and landed with a bang on the square outside the Patriarch Hall. He made a posture that made his Dantian breathless. Then he put his hands on his forehead, smoothed his hair back, and called out the name of the Patriarch of Yupu Realm. Several times, and then ask loudly where the person is.

Suddenly, there was a young and promising priest in the ancestral hall. He didn't even notice the strange look on everyone's face, as if he wanted to speak but was holding back. He stepped forward, crossed the threshold of the ancestral hall, and met Na Meng. The handsome man yelled angrily: "Who dares to break into this place?!"

The masked man's eyes were rolling, and he was winking at a fairy hovering in the air in the distance.

The short masked man clenched his fists, raised his arms, and waved back slightly. Behind him, the Yu Pujing at the gate of the ancestral hall seemed to have received a heavy hammer on his forehead. He fainted on the spot and fell straight back to the ground. , waist leaning on the threshold, body like an arch bridge.

In the ancestral hall, everyone from the sect leader to the headmaster to the guest ministers held their breath and concentrated. Most of them did not even get up. A few were unkind and simply turned around to chat with their friends nearby to show their innocence.

That guy has been here before. Not the first time.

After that, the old patriarch of Yupu Realm had a leaky house and it rained all night, so his end was a bit pitiful and terrible.

The Divine Continent of Middle-earth, the Mysterious Dynasty,

A rich man was enjoying the chess game in the pavilion.

Suddenly a man appeared behind him and strangled his neck.

The rich man coughed and was speechless. He slapped his arm hard.

The old man had a very lively round face, and his face turned purple and then turned white, and there were already signs of rolling his eyes. Only then did the man let go of his hand. Yu Panshui gasped for air. Damn it, you know who is coming. No one in the world. Can you do such an immoral act?

Unexpectedly, the man strangled the old man's neck again and cursed: "Fat Yu, what's the matter with you? When you meet your good brother, you don't even have a smile on your face, and you don't even say hello, ah?! I just said, it must be Someone is secretly stabbing people in my hometown every day, cursing me that I can’t go back to my hometown, good guy, so it’s you?!”

After saying the word ah, he raised his arm and the old man had to stand on tiptoes, looking like a hanged ghost. It was not that the old man was pretending to be pitiful, but that bitch behind him was really ruthless.

Yu Panshui had no choice but to be forced out of his body. He stood beside the man, stamped his feet vigorously, clapped his hands, said "Hey!", took a few small steps, and came over to rub the man's shoulders and hit his back, "It turns out it's A Liang." Brother, I haven’t seen you in a few years. The tendons on this body are so strong that they are extremely strong. Tsk tsk tsk. You deserve to have experienced the great scenery of sword cultivation in the fourteenth realm, but the realm is nothing. To brother A Liang , The main thing is this masculine look. Last time we met, he had already reached his peak. Unexpectedly, he can make further progress. I admire him, I really admire him! I covet him, I covet him!"

A Liang then let go of his hand and pushed the head of the Yin God to return it to its true form.

Sitting on the bench in the pavilion, he spread his hands on the railing, crossed his legs, took a long breath, and gave Yu Panshui a look.

Yu Panshui understood the idea, and from the pavilion with a plaque of wooden wild fox hanging, a stream of green smoke immediately came out, drifting here, and finally condensed into a beautiful woman, she gave a blessing, and smiled sweetly with the man: "See you Pass sir."

Ah Liang jumped up and stretched out his hand to wipe his temples vigorously. "It's time to give birth. Call me little brother Ah Liang."

Yu Panshui regretted eating and drinking too much today.

A Liang waved his hand and said: "Fat Yu, wipe your own shit yourself."

Yu Panshui pretended to be stupid, and Ah Liang laughed and said, "Just call yourself Ah Liang!"

In the Xuanmi Dynasty, there was a very famous headmaster of Shanxia Academy, who was praised by many scholars in the Middle-earth Divine Continent as a literary genius in the continent.

After Yu Panshui left and returned, A Liang left in a hurry and said, "Yu Panshui, you are a coward, how dare you be a literary daredevil!"

Yu Panshui lamented.

After A Liang left this place.

I found an old immortal who was an old acquaintance.

The old immortal sneered and said, "Is it illegal to say a few words? It's up to you to scold me, and it's up to you to hit me. If you talk back, I'll lose."

I met an old scoundrel who was not stingy.

A Liang shouted angrily, and said with grief and anger: "Okay, okay, if you bully me for being low-level, you have to fight with me, right? You can't be killed, but you can't be humiliated. Even if you beat me to death, I won't accept this today." gas."

The loud voice spread throughout the sect's peaks. Then A Liang grabbed the guy's hair, put his head under his arm, and punched him on the head.

Finally, he closed his fists and assumed a posture where the energy was sinking into his Dantian. He felt refreshed and added another victory to his mother's record.

Ah Liang kicked the old immortal who was lying on the ground and had fainted, and kicked him out of the top of the mountain, straight as a line, as fast as a flying sword.

Ah Liang jumped away, stepped on the old immortal's head, and flew with his sword. He felt that he was particularly cool today.

A voice suddenly sounded, "Have you had enough trouble?"

A Liang said angrily: "No."

The man said: "Go to the Confucian Temple after returning home. Remember to change into a Confucian shirt."

Aliang was silent.

The inner voice finally said: "The people from the Wen Sheng lineage, Jun Qian and Chen Ping'an, will all be present."

A Liang laughed loudly, stepped down on the veritable "immortal sword" with his foot, and made a big hole in the earth. He turned into a rainbow and soared into the sky, returning to the Divine Continent of Middle-earth.