Sword of Coming

Chen Ping'an, carrying his sword again, appeared at the steps outside the gate of the Confucian Temple.

Lin Junbi is quite courageous. He seems to have just sobered up?

Seeing Chen Ping'an walking up the stairs, Lin Junbi immediately dispelled the smell of alcohol, called Mr. Yin Guan, and then smiled and said nothing.

Chen Ping'an nodded and praised: "It is unbecoming to dare to get drunk at the gate of the Confucian Temple. Jun Bi has such great official authority and domineering attitude. You are not allowed to carry a large basket with you when you go out, so as not to accidentally hurt others."

Lin Junbi was ashamed.

There were some monks who came out to drink to relieve their boredom. They all looked sideways at the blue shirt, and they really couldn't help but care.

Those who are qualified to discuss matters here are more knowledgeable than the others. I knew that the young man with the sword in front of me, despite his smiling face, actually had a bad temper, very bad temper.

When the Yinguan, during the previous discussion, was this person, he dared not to take Tuoyue Mountain and the entire wild world in his eyes, and said that he would fight, and now the Confucian Temple actually followed suit.

Then when he became a disciple of the Wen Sheng lineage, he was even worse than that senior brother.

In front of the eyes of all the sages in the Confucian Temple, Yuanyangzhu beat the immortal Yun Jie. It seemed that Yun Jie was almost ready to sacrifice the mountain-holding treasure of Jiuzhen Immortal Hall. That was a fight for his life, not a competition. He still refused to give up and later provoked the Shaoyuan Dynasty? Not far from the city, Jiang Longxiang was beaten. It is said that just now, Ma Guixian, the eldest disciple of Pei Bei, was beaten to the point of being knocked down using only the martial arts boxing method? It seems that Ma Guixian has been in the Ninth Realm for less than 20 years. As a result, a martial arts future that was expected to reach the top and then reach the sky was suddenly wiped out. Can Ma Guixian return to the Ninth Realm in the future? , are all no small questions.

Three fights in succession, involving qigong practitioners, scholars, and pure martial artists?

If you can fight, you can really fight, but if you have a bad temper, you can really be bad.

The Little Celestial Master from Longhu Mountain was surprised: "It's you?!"

We met at the inn in the night cruise ship. At that time, Zhao Yaoguang would never have imagined that he would be able to swordsman Chen Shiyi, the hidden official of the Great Wall, when he met a man in green shirt.

A leaf of duckweed returns to the sea, and we never meet again in life.

Before I went down the mountain, I asked for help to do a fortune telling. It was a good fortune. It was true. I would always meet a noble person when I went out.

Just talking about the Confucian Temple, there is Mr. Zuo, whose name I have heard for a long time but not seen in person. The two sides chatted very well.

There is also the famous Yin Guan in front of him. As for that A Liang, forget it, he is not a noble person, he is a good brother who shares weal and woe.

Chen Pingan smiled and said, "It's me. I didn't expect to meet again so soon."

It is estimated that the yellow and purple noble man who is full of mountain spirit would not have thought that the shop assistant who sold the items to them was Wu Shuangjiang at that time.

Zhao Yaoguang slapped his head, stood up and apologized again. He said with a bright smile: "Last time on the ferry, there were many offenses on the trail. Mr. Chen has a lot, so don't care about it. If Mr. Chen really wants to care about it, it's okay to say that in the future, When we go to Longhu Mountain, the trail will definitely bring out some jars of good wine, Mr. Chen will argue with them."

Chen Pingan clasped his fists and said with a smile: "When traveling to the Divine Continent of Middle Earth, if you don't go to the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain, wouldn't it be like traveling in vain. But we have agreed in advance that we will not have to go to the Gongs and Drums to welcome guests."

The Five Thunder Zhengfa at Longhu Mountain is well-deserved authentic in the world. Chen Pingan has been fascinated by it for a long time. He only hopes that next time he visits the Tianshi Mansion, Longhu Mountain will allow him to read more books.

Zhao Yaoguang was stunned, the sound of gongs and drums? What to say? Could it be that Mr. Yin Guan is implying that his tossing will be more lively and grand? The key point is that I am not a contemporary heavenly master, so I shouldn’t act recklessly. My ancestor's body was strong and strong, and he looked younger than himself. He could stand upright with his fists and walk like a horse with his arms.

When Chen Ping'an saw that the little heavenly master didn't understand, he apologized and said that he was talking nonsense, so don't take it seriously.

Lin Junbi had no choice but to explain to his uninformed friends: "A Liang once secretly visited Longhu Mountain. I heard about the way your Tianshi Mansion treats guests, with huge battle formations, constant thunder, and noisy gongs and drums."

Zhao Yaoguang immediately realized and said with a smile: "No, I really can't."

Because of the relationship between the literary sage and the old scholar, Longhu Mountain is actually closely related to the literary sage. As for Mr. Zuo's sword-playing in his early years, that was a personal grudge between sword cultivators. Besides, the elder of the Tianshi Mansion who was destined not to become a swordsman in this life later turned to practice the thunder method in An Xin. He broke and then established. He was a blessing in disguise. His Taoist heart was clear and his path was promising. Whenever he drank with others, he had no taboo about his past. That catastrophe on the great road, but he likes to take the initiative to mention the sword battle with Zuo Jianxian. He always says that he took eight swords from the left and the right, and he took many more swords than so-and-so sword embryos and so-and-so sword cultivators. This is What a difficult victory, and the look on his face showed the heroic spirit of being proud despite defeat.

Several groups of people drinking and chatting on the steps nearby all had similar views at this moment.

This young hidden official who returned to Haoran's hometown seems easy to talk to, but that doesn't mean he is easy to mess with.

There was an old man among them. He took a big sip of wine and glanced at the figure of the young man. He was wearing a green shirt and carrying a sword. He was still very young. The old man couldn't help sighing: "It's good to be young."

Chen Ping'an crossed the threshold with the two of them, and after entering the Confucian Temple, he happened to be sitting in A Liang's seat.

After learning that A Liang had traveled far away, Chen Pingan gave up the idea of ​​visiting Mrs. Qingshenshan. I originally planned to come and apologize. After all, the shop has been selling Qingshenshan drinks for many years. I was also thinking about whether I could buy a few bamboos with the lady. After all, the small bamboo forest next door to Mr. Wei Dashan was not really good. The others gathered around a few times. Chen Ping'an, the master of the mountain, felt guilty because the old cook always encouraged Xiaomi Li to think about him so much every day.

He found that the table near him was empty, and all the drinks and fruits had been swept away. Was A Liang robbing someone and then running away?

Lu Zhi asked: "It's so noisy and the Confucian Temple doesn't care about you?"

Chen Ping'an shook his head and said: "I won't care. I act in a measured way and it's all within the rules."

Qi Tingji joked: "The sword came out of Yuanyangzhu, the fist hit Aotou Mountain, and the only thing I missed was kicking over Parrot Island."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Sect Master Qi is very talented in literature."

Lu Zhi said: "Pei Bei, will they cause trouble for you?"

If Pei Bei insists on standing up for his disciple Ma Guoxian, Chen Pingan will definitely not get any advantage.

Chen Pingan said: "Besides, the boat will naturally straighten when it reaches the bridge. If it doesn't straighten, just get off the boat and land."

Zuo Zuo said calmly: "Ma Guoxian has a master, and you also have a senior brother. What are you afraid of? Jun Qian's fists are not light."

Chen Ping'an turned around and said with a smile: "Senior brother, one person asked the sword and two people ascended. Sir, he will definitely be very happy if he knows about it."

Regardless of what happened at the Great Sword Qi Wall, the senior brother only said that in the Middle Earth Divine Continent, it had been too long since he had used his sword.

The left and right did not say a word about this, and just said: "Regarding the matter of Jiuzhen Immortal Hall, Zhuolu Songzi has already apologized to me. I also hope that you can go to Zhuolu County Academy in the future and stay for a few days to be responsible for The Confucian scholar in the academy is in charge of military strategy."

This is the benefit of having a husband and a senior brother.

Chen Ping'an said doubtfully: "Zhuolu Songzi invited the wrong person. It's better for me to go than senior brother."

He glanced around at Chen Ping'an.

Chen Ping'an immediately said: "If I have the opportunity, I will definitely go to Zhuolu to attend classes. If I give lectures, I will be exempted from the schoolwork. I must refuse."

He nodded left and right, stopped talking, and began to close his eyes and meditate.

Lu Zhi asked curiously: "How old is Pei Bei?"

Chen Pingan replied: "If the official history books of the Daduan Dynasty are not deceiving, he is not very old, probably less than two hundred years old."

Lu Zhi said: "That's more than two hundred years old."

Chen Ping'an was speechless. What was the truth?

Afterwards, Chen Ping'an and Master Huolong asked Zhang Shanfeng's current situation from the bottom of their hearts. They also said that they were going to Beiju Luzhou soon and would be guests of Paidi Peak this time.

Master Huolong said with a smile: "I'm a good guest, I'm a good guest, you kid must go. That kid on the mountain peak, his realm has soared in recent years, and he can't stop him. He just left the customs not long ago, and you are traveling to Beikuru this time. Zhou, I can definitely see him."

Of course it's good to have someone as a guest, and Paidi Feng will welcome you as a courtesy. Paidi Feng is still poor after all, and it's not a problem if you can't open the pot. But after all, it's not a mountain with a lot of money. You don't have much confidence in what you say. This is even the case in Luzhou, Beiju. Money is How dare a hero go to Aaizhou, where the mountains and plains are filled with fairy money, yet he still has to lower his head and talk to people?

Master Huolong has always felt that one of his friends on the mountain is less polite than the other, and they are thick-skinned because of their age. They are all cultivators on the mountain, and they are not doing their jobs properly. Apart from being rich, I have never seen how high your cultivation level is. Man, who are you, a bunch of old bastards with huge wallets?

So in the past, every time he left seclusion, the old master would ask several of his direct descendants, including Yuan Lingdian, if you had made any new friends recently, and could you please invite them to the mountain as guests? It's a pity that each one is more stupid than the other and does not understand the true meaning.

Chen Pingan felt relieved when he heard that Zhang Shanfeng had just broken through. After hesitating for a long time, he cautiously mentioned to the old man that he had met Liu Daochun from Baidi City at Yuanyangzhu.

The old master asked doubtfully: "Liu Daochun? Pindao has heard of this person, but wasn't he suppressed by Brother Zhao from the Tianshi Mansion in Aquarius Continent? When did he appear? Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao, is there someone Is this what happened? Why did Liu Daochun sneak out? Is it because Liu Daochun’s cultivation level is too high, or is it because you slapped him in the early years and the Heavenly Master Seal in your hand failed to become firm?"

Zhao Tianlai smiled and replied: "I'm not sure. It's probably because of the passage of time that the Taoism of Tianshi Yin has dispersed, not to mention that he didn't do anything ruthless back then. As for how Liu Daochun ended up in Yuanyangzhu, it's even less clear. "

In the past, when Huolong Zhenren was also the Great Celestial Master with the surname of Longhu Mountain, when we met, he said that he was the old Celestial Master. Now, after he removed his title, he said that he was called Brother Zhao.

It seems that Longhushan rejected Zhang Shanfeng's succession at that time, which made Master Huolong still a little upset and resentful.

Yu Xuan then sighed and said: "Yes, yes, once this talisman is on its way, the Taoist spirit cannot last long, just like a Taoist talisman holding up a mountain. If it is not removed voluntarily, it will be loosened in at least another hundred or eight thousand years." separated."

Chen Ping'an's scalp went numb when he heard the chatter of the three old Taoists.

Why were all the separate words between me and Master Huolong being heard by others?

Fu Lu Yuxian and the Great Heavenly Master, two masters of Taoism, would certainly not eavesdrop on the conversation. If they were not so free, could it be that they followed certain ripples in the long river of time and evolved?

Chen Pingan had no choice but to take the initiative to greet the two seniors.

Zhao Tianlai smiled and said: "Yin Guan's thunder technique in Yuanyangzhu is very tacky."

Yu Xuan smiled and said: "It's too much to throw stones at people, but I just want to relieve my anger."

The Fire Dragon Master continued to doze off.

I once defeated millions of Sandman, which made me stronger and stronger.

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The old man and the young man left Yiaozhou Island and took a ferry at the ferry to Aotou Mountain Mansion.

Because the young emperor wanted to take this simple ferry for a good reason. He said that he could see a few more foreign monks. Maybe there was an outsider master like Lord Yinguan hidden inside. Then when he saw that he had extraordinary bones, he I wanted to accept him as a disciple, but finally found out that he was an emperor, so I had to miss out on a talented Taoist wizard. The master left sadly, regretting for the rest of his life. From now on, every time I think of him on the mountain, I will shed a handful of bitter tears...

But when Yuan Zhou boarded the ship, he found that no one was paying attention to him.

Yuan Zhou stood by the railing and said, "Grandpa Yu, I always feel like there's something wrong with our deal."

In the second meeting, although Yuan Zhou was the Xuanmi Emperor, he did not participate in the meeting.

Yu Panshui's reason was that His Majesty was too young and had too much limelight. The wind would easily blow his head away.

Therefore, it is the result of his hard work and begging from the Confucian Temple. If Your Majesty feels aggrieved, just endure it. Of course Yuan Zhou was willing to endure it. It had only been a few years since the founding of the Xuanmi Yuan family, so he could not be the last emperor.

Yu Panshui smiled and said: "Something's wrong? Why didn't you say anything just now? Your Majesty's mouth wasn't sewn shut."

Yuan Zhou said: "I am the emperor after all. The words I say and the water I throw out are all imperial edicts. If I really regret it, I will be underestimated by Lord Yinguan in vain, which will be even worse."

On the way here, they both agreed to half sell and half give away the Feng Yuan Ferry, pretending that there was no such thing in the imperial treasury.

Xuanmi Dynasty and Luo Luoshan are on the line, and the two sides still have some personal friendship, so it's just a matter of time.

Anyway, half of this favor must be counted on Yu Panshui, so he encouraged the emperor to come.

As a result, Emperor Yuan Zhou not only gave away a cross-continental ferry for nothing, but the Xuanmi Dynasty also seemed to have to pay for Feng Yuan's repair costs.

Even Yu Panshui boarded the boat and left Parrot Island, still feeling a little

Credit? Then you guys should at least make it clear when you will pay back the money. If we don’t ask, you won’t tell us? Is there anyone in the world who owes money this much?

In the end, do you still have the nerve to say, "It's disrespectful to give up, and it's wrong to accept it"?

Yu Panshui held the handle and rubbed his face, which was getting more and more interesting with age, thinking that when he was a little girl from a Hakka family, Pei Qian looked very honest and honest. He was a well-behaved girl and knew how to be polite. Counting the children, if the shameless old scholar hadn't interfered with it, that valuable thing was almost not given away. After a twist, it would have been successfully returned to the bag.

How did Pei Qian, who was not greedy for money, fall in love with such a money-obsessed master?

Yuan Zhou looked around and said for no reason: "Grandpa Yu, it turns out there are so few yellow objects in the world outside."

It's different at home and in the palace. Ever since he could remember, when he thought about that place, the young emperor's mind was filled with yellow objects. The high roof ridges were all yellow as far as the eye could see. The clothes he was wearing, the cushion he sat on, the dishes on the table, and the rickety sedan chair between the high walls on both sides were all yellow. It seems that there is only one color in the world.

Other colors, for example, there is a library in the palace, which is black. There are many precious books in it that will never be touched by a young man but never seen by outsiders.

As for the colors of the generals and ministers, they were similar to the flowing water of a few winding streams. They came and went in his house every day, over and over again. There were often old people saying childish words and young people saying incomprehensible words. , and then he sat on that chair, not knowing how to pretend to understand, and when he encountered something big that he was at a loss for, he would just look at Fatty Yu.

Regarding the Supreme Emperor of this mysterious dynasty, many white-haired old civil servants had more or less given verbal hints to the young man when Fatty Yu was not around. Yuan Zhou actually understood, but pretended not to understand. Some old people are sincerely doing good for him, while some are thinking that if Yu Panshui leaves the court, many official positions will move forward. But Yuan Zhou ignored them. At most, he occasionally cooperated with the old people, gritting his teeth or slightly red-eyed. In fact, it was very troublesome. In the end, he reminded the eunuchs around him to remember his little tricks when talking to Grandpa Yu.

What's the fuss about? What's in it for him? Yu Panshui doesn't know how to be the emperor, and the Xuanmi Dynasty is destined to be without the backbone of the Yu family. In this case, he is just a big kid, so don't mess around.

The old apricot tree in the palace, which has lived for seven or eight hundred years, is said to have been planted by the founding emperor of the previous dynasty. In autumn, the tree will be covered with golden fallen leaves, which fall every year. Are there green leaves every year?

The deep-rooted Zhongtu Yu family is evergreen all year round and never loses its leaves.

Yu Panshui had a rare kind look on his face. He touched the young man's head and said softly: "You will have to work hard if you are the master of the family."

The young man tilted his head and complained: "How dare you touch the emperor's head?"

Yu Panshui laughed loudly and patted the young man's face, "Grandpa Yu is in a good mood on this trip with you, so you can choose who the queen will be in the future. Whether her surname is Yu or not, it doesn't matter."

Yuan Zhou stamped his feet and said: "I heard that Yu Xuanfu and Yu Qingqing, the two most beautiful sisters, have their hearts set on each other. Who can I choose when it's my turn, ah!?"

Yu Panshui smiled and said: "I know that Qingqing's girl is interested in Lin Junbi. As for the husband, I heard that I had a boxing match with Master Yinguan at the Great Wall of Sword Qi. Hehe, does your Majesty understand?"

Yuan Zhou clenched his fist and praised sincerely: "Sister Xuanfu, oh no, it's my sister-in-law, that's not right, it's my sister-in-law who has such good eyesight."

Yu Panshui slapped the little boy so hard that he became dizzy.

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Over there in Panshui County.

A shabby young scholar found an Ascension Realm monk who was recovering from his injuries.

Jing Hao, the Taibao of the Qing Palace, even though he was seriously injured on the left and right, still did not leave, as if he was waiting for justice from the Confucian Temple.

The monk who blocked the way, ran away, and apologized again was the first monk who ran back to the house and became the doorkeeper afterwards.

He is just a Jade Pure Realm person, and there is no shame in looking after the home and courtyard of a great monk in the Ascension Realm.

The rest of the helpers on the mountain were mostly birds and beasts who had dispersed, saying they did not dare to delay Patriarch Jing's recuperation.

It's just that the Jade Pure Realm monk fell to the ground as soon as his eyes blurred. Before fainting, he only vaguely saw a man wearing a green shirt passing by him.

This courtyard is elegant and quiet, with a clump of green banana trees as fat as dripping water.

Jing Hao walked out of the house and looked at the young scholar standing in the courtyard. Since he couldn't tell the depth of his cultivation, it meant that he was at a very high level.

The uninvited guest seemed to have nothing to do. He stood up on tiptoes, pulled off a banana leaf, and flicked it a few times.

Knowing the lessons learned from Left and Right Wenjian, Jing Hao was not in a hurry to get angry, with a gentle look on his face and said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist is coming to the door, but you are welcome at a distance."

Chen Zhuoliu looked at the Qinggong Taibao who was known as the most powerful martial artist in Xiazhou, shook his head and said: "You Qinggong Mountain, it is true that each generation is not as good as the last, the more you get mixed up, the more you go back."

Jing Hao smiled and said, "Do you think our fellow Taoist has any history with our Qinggong Mountain Patriarch?"

Chen Zhuoliu was too lazy to talk to this guy and asked, "Your master, doesn't she have a portrait of me hanging in her house?"

The Taibao of the Qing Palace said nothing, bowed his head, and even trembled a little. I don't know if it was excitement or awe, "Junior Jinghao, pay your respects to Chen Xianjun."

To be respected as an Immortal Lord by an Ascension Realm, of course, one can only be a Fourteenth Realm great monk, at least a sword cultivator in the Ascension Realm.

Sword repair.

The man who slayed the dragon.

The preaching teacher of Zheng Juzhong in Baidi City.

None of Jing Hao's senior brothers and sisters knew about this sect secret. It was Master who told him before he died. She looked complicated at that time and revealed a shocking truth to Jing Hao, saying that the Qinggong Mountain under her feet was someone else's property and was only lent to her temporarily and never belonged to her. The sect, that man, has accepted several disciples. The most famous one is Zheng Huaixian from Baidi City. If there is trouble in Qinggong Mountain in the future, take this painting and go down the mountain to find him. If you can't find him, just look for him. Zheng Huaixian.

Jing Hao is the only son of a pair of Taoist monks from the Zushi Hall in Qinggong Mountain. When he was still a young child, he was begged by his parents who were not very qualified in spiritual practice. Here comes a direct descendant.

Later, he got the title of master and apprentice, and because he was young, he was able to visit his master's residence several times. He learned that there was a hanging portrait of a man hanging there, and there was a poem on it. Maybe it was because the material of the scroll was too poor and the handwriting was too poor. A lot of content is missing.

The green shirt smiles outside the white clouds...the wild plum is so thin that it seems like a shadow...

When Jing Hao was a teenager, she once asked an older senior sister about this matter. The senior sister guessed that the general meaning was that someone had gone down the mountain to travel far away, leaving only the beautiful woman living alone in the mountains, very haggard and thin.

Jinghao's lineage goes back two generations, that is, Jinghao's ancestor, who was actually a wild cultivator in the mountains and swamps who was rampant all over the world. He stood on the top of the mountain for thousands of years, but he never found a suitable place to stay. I heard that he later became Master Fu. They have a deep relationship and helped the founder find this Qinggong Mountain. Then he started to establish a sect, accumulated merit in the Confucian Temple, joined the sect, spread its branches, and eventually became the top immortal mansion on Liuxiazhou Mountain, and now it is firmly in the top spot.

Qinggong Mountain has been going smoothly for more than three thousand years, so Jing Hao has never had the opportunity to go down the mountain to pick up paintings.

The master's monastic place has long been designated as a restricted area by Jing Hao. Except for arranging for a nimble female cultivator to clean there occasionally, even Jing Hao herself has never set foot there.

Chen Zhuoliu sneered and said, "Am I here to get some relatives today? So that I can kowtow a few times with a useless junior?"

Jing Hao gently shook his sleeves, knelt down on the ground, touched the ground lightly with his forehead three times, "Junior, I will give up Qinggong Mountain to Chen Xianjun. "

Jing Hao's master, as well as the patriarch who once ranked among the ten Haoran people in history, are both in the Ascension realm, especially the latter, who was born as a wild cultivator in the Middle-earth Divine Continent and is truly famous all over the world.

This is the true mountain heritage.

When Jinghao took over Qinggong Mountain, it was not bad, and he successfully cultivated into an ascension realm.

However, the current sect master of Qinggong Mountain, or the previous mountain master, is much inferior and will only be an immortal in this life. This person has now received Jinghao's decree and has retreated to think about the past. When Jing Hao returns to Qinggong Mountain this time, he will issue another edict for this unabashed disciple. How dare you throw dirty water on your master when he fails to succeed but fails to succeed?

The direct descendants of this person are not as high as Yu Pu, and their future achievements may not be higher than this person's.

Therefore, the scholar in green shirt in front of me, who neither carries a sword nor carries a sword, said that each generation in Qinggong Mountain is inferior to the previous generation and has no water at all.

As for Jing Hao’s master, she spent the last thousand years of her monastic life in a pitiful and hopeless situation. She was also seriously injured by a grudge on the mountain, and had to turn to a different path. As a monastic, she failed to kill the three corpses and refine herself to purity. In the Yang realm, one can only barely avoid the catastrophe of military defeat. With a clear thought, he can leave the netherworld and enter the underworld, and his body and spirit match the ancient immortals. In the end, he cannot survive the impact of the long river of time year after year, and his body disappears between heaven and earth.

She passed down a sword-throwing technique to Qinggong Mountain, which was specially designed for Qi practitioners who were not swordsmen. However, it was stipulated that only one disciple of Qinggong Mountain in a generation could learn this sword technique.

Everything as small as flowers, plants and leaves, as large as rivers and mountains can be "thrown like a flying sword".

In fact, Dou Fenxia used this sword-throwing technique when she threw stones and bamboo leaves at the bamboo hut in the bamboo forest.

Of course, it was originally passed down by Chen Zhuo, who has been playing in the world for thousands of years. In fact, this dragon-slaying man is not only in the situation of Jia Sheng and Bai Mang.

After Jing Hao straightened up, he knelt on the ground.

Chen Zhuoliu clicked his tongue and said, "No wonder that silly girl chose you to be the mountain master. You're not that good, but you're smart. Get up. Don't your knees hurt after you've been kneeling on the ground for a long time?"

Jing Hao then stood up.

There was no reason for him to be so groveling in front of this person.

Asking swords from left to right, no matter how good your swordsmanship is, you can only ask Jing Hao.

But this elusive senior in front of him could turn the entire Qinggong Mountain and the hundreds of monks on the mountain upside down with just a few clicks of his hand.

Chen Zhuoliu suddenly changed his mind and ordered: "You can keep Qinggong Mountain, but there may be a friend of mine who will be a guest there in the future. Remember to treat him well. If you lose etiquette, I will take it upon you. By the way, I think your solitary disciple is okay, so I’ll just continue to be his mountain master. If you don’t want to, forget it.”

"Yes, this junior can have a disciple who is lucky enough to enter the Immortal Lord's Dharma Eyes. It is his fate, and it is Jinghao's honor."

Seeing the senior turning around to leave, Jing Hao hurriedly bent down and clasped his fists and said, "May I ask Xianjun's friend on the mountain, what is his name, and if he has a name? In case this junior will not recognize the real person when he meets him in the future."

Chen Zhuoliu strode away and said with a smile: "My good brother looks like a boy in green, and his name is the Little Dragon King of Luo Po Mountain. You will recognize him at a glance when you see him in the future."

Jing Hao always lowered his head and said in a deep voice: "I will obey the Immortal Lord's decree!"

When the green-shirted scholar suddenly disappeared, Jing Hao continued to bend down for a moment and slowly stood up. An ascended person with "golden branches and jade leaves in his meridians and an almost flawless Taoist body" could not help but sweat all over his head.

But Jing Hao inevitably has doubts in her heart: Who is that "Little Dragon King", an old man from the top of the mountain?

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The group left the Yingyingzhou house and walked to the ferry. Li Baoping was preparing to take the ferry to the Confucian Temple to copy the Xiping Stone Sutra.

Li Huai felt dizzy when he heard it, but he didn't dare to refuse, so he thought about buying a few transcripts with Jingsheng to get by, and promised to read more in the future.

Before leaving the house, Liu Chicheng took out a piece of Caiyun paper unique to Baidi City, wrote an invitation letter on it, and placed it on the table.

Of course, he is inviting the "eight money" girl who didn't know her last name before to visit Liuli Pavilion in Baidi City to enjoy the scenery when she has time. Her brother Liu will definitely sweep up the couch to welcome her.

Li Huai was lying at the table, shaking his head as he watched, and plucked up the courage to persuade Senior Liu not to word the letter so directly, not politely, and not implicitly enough.

While waiting for the ferry on the shore, Liu Chicheng was not surprised at all that Chen Ping'an disappeared out of thin air, "He came in a hurry and left in a hurry, I'm a busy person."

The young Taoist sneered and said: "You are so young and work so hard and hard, you don't know what you are doing all day long."

Li Huai complained: "I said this to my brother in person, so you don't give me face, right? You old man, if you continue to hang around like this, you won't be able to eat well or drink well."

The young Taoist immediately bowed his head and spoke in a low voice with a smile on his face, speaking smoothly and smoothly, "Master, isn't this a different way of praising Chen Pingan for his responsibility? There is something in his words."

Gu Qingsong came with a swift force, riding the wind, and landed with a crash. The wind was strong, and many of the Qi practitioners waiting for the ferry at the ferry were staggered.

Just when they saw the man's face clearly, they all pretended to be traveling along the water, moved away quickly, and hid far away.

After looking around, Lao Zhouzi still felt that only Taoist Haoran Nen was qualified to chat with him. As for Baidicheng Liu Daochun, he was so showy, why not just marry Zheng as a bitch? Is it centered?

Gu Qingsong asked anxiously: "Young fellow Taoist, where is that little guy? Where did the oil on the soles of his feet go?"

As soon as the young Taoist heard this, he felt refreshed, and he said to this fellow Taoist in a friendly manner: "Fellow Taoist Gu, you said that boy disappeared without a trace, God knows where. Looking for him? If it's not an emergency, I can help deliver the message."

Gu Qingsong cursed endlessly, what a good boy, you are hiding from him?

Li Baoping looked at the old man whose words were getting more and more unpleasant.

Gu Qingsong noticed her gaze, and he glared, but he endured it. After all, she was a little girl, and she was really pleasing to the eye. Such a spirited girl was not common, so the old boatman only used his best. With less than one success, he said: "What are you looking at?!"

But as soon as the words came out of his mouth, Gu Qingsong felt a little weird, just a mysterious and mysterious feeling. However, Gu Qingsong has been in the world in this life, and he has never relied on realms to quarrel, just relying on a feeling.

Lao Zhouzi always felt as if he had missed something important, but he just couldn't remember it. It is so close that trying to catch the moon in the water is in vain.

Liu Chicheng couldn't help but trembled, but he hesitated to speak, but after a second thought, he didn't dare to remind him anything, so he just followed the example of Brother Long Bo.

Damn it, when I return to Panshui County, I will ask Brother Long Bo for some advice on the water-bending magical power.

Li Baoping shifted his gaze and called brother.

It turned out that a scholar in Confucian shirt came.

Li Xisheng.

Gu Qingsong, or Xiancha, was speechless.

He had some guesses about some things, but he didn't dare to think too much about them.

If the guess is correct, then this scholar who once walked side by side with Zhou Li, the scribe of Qingxuan Sect, will be his master's... half senior brother?

Bai Yujing, the Grand Master, accepted disciples and taught the teachings to two junior disciples, Yu Dou and Lu Chen.

Li Xisheng smiled and asked: "Xiancha, what did you just say?"

Gu Qingsong was speechless.

Li Baoping said: "Brother, senior has this temper, it's nothing."

Li Xisheng turned his head, smiled and nodded with Xiao Baoping.

As for the smile he gave Gu Qingsong just now, and the warm smile he gave Li Baoping, there was of course a world of difference.

Li Huai bowed and saluted honestly: "I have met Mr. Li."

Li Xisheng smiled and said, "Li Huai, as long as you don't think about it deliberately, you'll be fine."

Li Huai was confused, but still nodded. It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand, just do it. He is Li Baoping's eldest brother, a scholar, and a fellow countryman, so he cannot harm himself.

There are thousands of truths in the world, in and out of books. In fact, it is more useful to grasp one or two firmly than to memorize the truths in your head and know the truth with your mouth.

Li Xisheng said to the immortal in his heart again: "There was a reason to remove some of your thoughts before. What is the truth? It is useless to say more. Now that the matter has come to this, I will not repeat the same trick again. I just want to meet you again in the future. As my sister, I will force you to take a detour."

Gu Qingsong straightened his back and said respectfully: "I'm not wronged! How can I be wronged!"

Lao Zhouzi was not afraid of this person's identity, but he sincerely respected him.

Walking around the world, if you want to scare people, just use a hard fist.

But if you want people to respect you, especially if all the Taoist cultivators in the world are willing to respect you, you still can't do it just by having high Taoism and Dharma.

This is also the reason why Old Zhouzi is willing to take a high look at the younger generation of monks, especially Liu Jinglong of Taihui Sword Sect in Luzhou, Beiju.

Otherwise, even if Yu Dou, the second uncle, who is known as the true invincible, is standing here, Gu Qingsong will ask himself, and he will not be afraid at all.

Even Gu Qingsong had already prepared a draft. When he went to Bai Yujing in Qingming World and met Yu Dou, the first thing he said in person was to ask him a question. The second uncle walked to the Zhu Fang Pavilion. Well, why don't you go and have a fight with Chen Qingdu? Are you too respectful to the old swordsman, or can't you beat him at all?

Lao Zhouzi made a bow.

The scholar bowed in return.

Gu Qingsong said goodbye, but instead of Yufeng leaving the ferry, he threw a leaf into the water, turned into a small boat, and went downstream with the water. Since you can't see Chen Ping'an, you should hurry up and accompany Mrs. Gui to prevent her from being unhappy, right?

Li Xisheng walked to Li Baoping and said softly: "I was messing around in the house earlier. Please be careful in the future."

Li Baoping said: "With my junior uncle here, what should I be afraid of?"

Li Xisheng smiled and said: "Yes, yes, it's not important at all whether eldest brother is here or not."

Li Baoping narrowed his eyes with a smile.

Liu Chicheng was filled with envy. If he were such a big brother, he would be able to wander around in the world not to mention Haoran and Qingming.

Li Xisheng turned around and asked, "Pavilion Master Liu, let's talk?"

Liu Chicheng's heart tightened and he said with a confused expression: "My senior brother is over there in Panshui County. How about I lead the way for Mr. Li?"

I don't want to talk to this great leader at all costs. If I want to talk, I can talk to my senior brother. When we get to Panshui County, you can talk as you please. Chess skills, Taoism, immortality, knowledge of the fourteenth and fifteenth realms are all casual.

Li Xisheng smiled and said, "Okay."

But Liu Chicheng seemed to be dragged away, along a very long arc, directly from the Parrot Island, and fell into a house in Panshui County. Liu Chicheng, who fell heavily to the ground, simply lay on the ground in a daze.

Li Xisheng then heard a voice from his heart and replied with his heartfelt words: "Okay, a hundred years later, I will play a game of chess with Mr. Zheng in Baidi City and Bai Yujing."

Then Li Xisheng looked at the young Taoist who was not very disciplined with a smile.

The young Taoist regretted that he should not have eavesdropped on this conversation.

Not everyone can say this to Zheng Juzhong. Things like playing chess are just like on the Great Wall of Sword Qi. Someone said they wanted to ask Chen Qingdu about swordsmanship, and Chen Qingdu agreed. This is almost the truth. As for who is who, whether it is Chen Qingdu or not, does it make any difference to Taoting? Of course not, they just killed Manhuang Taoting with a few swords and that was it.

Li Xisheng smiled and said: "It is easy to write Chinese characters but difficult to write them. Fellow Taoist Taoist monks need to be careful."

Li Huai knew that the "old nun" next to him must be up to no good again. He hit Taoist Nen in the ribs with his elbow and said softly: "Behave yourself."

The young Taoist said angrily: "It's reasonable, you have to behave yourself."

Li Xisheng smiled.

The young Taoist was relieved.

The ferry docked and a group of people boarded the ferry. The young Taoist stood beside Li Huai honestly, feeling that it was more peaceful to stand beside his son.

Earlier, Han Qiaose Yufeng from Baidi City rushed to Parrot Island, visited Baofuzhai, and bought a valuable mountain treasure suitable for ghost practice. It was expensive. The thing was good, but it was too expensive. When she arrived, , haven’t been able to sell it yet.

Furthermore, near the Confucian Temple, the monk openly acquired an important tool for cultivating ghosts. After all, it was a bit inappropriate and taboo.

But Han Qiao took a look at this thing and bought it again, but no one thought it was strange at all. This junior sister of the city lord of Baidi City is famous for her mixed skills, and Liu Qi, and the Qing Palace Taibao Jinghao is a spiritual path with a high level, many magic techniques, and wide supernatural powers. As long as it is not a fight with huge disparity in strength, if one party has endless means and competes with each other, it will naturally gain more advantages.

But compared to the turmoil around the Confucian Temple, Han Qiaose's gesture was like a tiny glitch, completely unnoticed.

Han Qiaose returned to the house in Panshui County, threw the object to Gu Can, who was still writing music alone, and asked: "You can't let go of Shujian Lake?"

Gu Can shook his head and smiled: "Just show it to yourself."

Han Qiaise didn't even think there was any contradiction in this statement.

Gu Can, who was a madman in the eyes of others, was a dazzling beauty in Han Qiaose's eyes.

Gu Can put away the chess pieces on the chessboard. Not only was he slow in playing chess, but he was also slow in gathering the chess pieces. Han Qiao looked worried for him.

Then suddenly, a pink robe fell from the sky. After falling to the ground, Liu Chicheng began to pretend to be dead. Han Qiaose glanced outside the room and said, "Hey, junior brother, won't you complain to senior brother this time?"

Liu Chicheng said dullly: "Leave me alone, enjoy the scenery."

In another courtyard of the house, Zheng Juzhong stood under the eaves, and the eldest disciple Fu Xi stood aside.

Zheng Juzhong smiled and said: "The moon is faint and windy, and the sky is moist and rainy. The situation in the world is getting clearer."

If he did not go to the riverside to participate in the meeting, Zheng Juzhong would be able to deduce more context than if he went to the riverside.

Zheng Juzhong glanced at the sky and felt a little relaxed.

Fu Xi said: "Master, I want to learn from Dong Sangen. Traveling alone in the wild world may take at least a hundred years."

The implication is that he no longer cares about his master and the layout of Baidi City, and just practices with his sword alone. As for the next collision between the two worlds, he would only use his sword depending on the situation.

Zheng Juzhong nodded and said: "Why not? Those who are good at fishing seek pleasure, while those who are not good at fishing seek fish."

In the wild world, Jincuicheng quietly changed its owner. It was Yuanhu, the city owner of the immortal female cultivator, who was willing to do so, and the matter was extremely secretive.

Zheng is in the middle of Baidi City.

It is equivalent to conquering the city first for the sake of the vast world.