Sword of Coming

The three saints, Li Sheng, Ya Sheng, and Old Scholar, returned to the Confucian Temple to participate in the discussion. The atmosphere, which had been gradually relaxed, suddenly became serious again, causing some monks who wanted to go out to drink and chat to stay in a polite manner. Next meeting.

The old scholar sat upright and waited for a long time, but he didn't hear a word of congratulation. He was a little confused. They said that people only see the warmth and warmth of people when they leave. The world is so hot and cold. Why is the cold stove starting again? These people, big and small, , and no expression? In the Confucian Temple, I resume my status as a consecrated sage. I don't like things or feel sad about myself, but that's not the reason for you to bully good gentlemen and eliminate honest people?

When Old Master Fu saw the old scholar's self-absorbed behavior, he smiled and explained to the old scholar the general changes in the Confucian Temple, including Yunbian, Lantai, Hulian, Chunsou and Tongli, a total of five academies. , these mountain chiefs all lost their titles and caused a scene. The youngest of them, the Chunsou Mountain Chief, openly questioned the ceremonial saint, and was finally sent out by Aliangli. So right now, everyone is more cautious in their thoughts and words.

The old scholar exclaimed, "A tiger father has no dog son."

Yasheng took out a book from a pile of books on the desk and looked at the position that had just been replaced by the young official. He felt helpless. Are you so homeless?

There was a flash of golden light, and Jing Sheng Xiping at the gate reached out to catch it. It was a page from a book, and he got a personal and secret letter from the sage accompanying the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Li Sheng put down a geography book that had just been sent from somewhere else and said, "A Liang and Qing Mi have arrived at the Great Wall of Sword Qi. It seems that they want to join forces and go south first."

After saying this, Li Sheng smiled and said: "You continue to discuss the matter."

Ya Sheng frowned slightly.

Li Sheng spoke to Ya Sheng in his heartfelt voice: "A Liang took Feng Xuetao to Shiwanda Mountain first, and set up a stove there. They said they would have hot pot and wine. I have everything in the world."

Ya Sheng put his hand on his forehead.

After Lu Zhi heard about this, he asked: "This secret wild cultivator who hides his head and tail, just got slashed a few times from left to right, and then immediately changed his mind and became a hero?"

Qi Tingji smiled and said: "A Liang must have pushed me to the top, so Qing Mi couldn't help but refuse to agree."

Zuo Zuo said: "This Qingmi has good escaping skills and his combat power is much higher than Jing Hao. With A Liang leading the way, it will be difficult for them to fall into encirclement in the wild world."

Killing A Liang is the most troublesome.

This is already the consensus of the Haoran world and the barbaric world.

They can't beat each other, but they really have to work together to chase and intercept them. Even if it ends up being a siege and killing situation, A Liang likes it the most, and he might have to single out a group of them.

However, during this trip, it was clear that A Liang was going to bring a retinue like Qing Mi with him to fight his way through the wild world, and the dangers during this trip were inevitable.

Chen Pingan said: "A Liang wants to use his own power to disrupt the situation on the wild mountain top and catch some really big fish that are deeply hidden for the Confucian Temple."

In order to truly stop A-Liang, the Savage World must come up with a strong man who can compete with A-Liang, such as a peak existence like Liu Cha.

On the stage of the wild world, there are only two people from the Fourteenth Realm whose identities have been made public for the time being. Among them, Xiao Xun, even if he faced A Liang, the two sides would definitely not be able to fight and would only know how to drink.

Xiao Xun, the two sword immortals from the old Yinguan lineage, Zhu'an and Luo Shan, as well as Zhang Lu, the great sword immortal who once guarded Daoxuan Mountain, all have a very good relationship with A Liang.

As for the wild cultivator Qing Mi, even if he is in the Ascension Realm, if he is pulled by A Liang to travel south together this time, it is probably difficult for him not to cultivate his mind for a few games.

Lu Zhi sneered: "If he can come back alive, it won't be a big deal if I touch his legs a few times."

Qi Tingji, his left and right, and Chen Ping'an, three men who were very strict in matters of love between men and women, all kept silent.

Qi Tingji had only one Taoist monk on the mountain from beginning to end. After his wife passed away, he had no idea of ​​continuing his relationship in this life. In fact, there are many female cultivators in the wild world who admire this handsome old swordsman, and all of them are in the upper fifth realm. It seems that as long as Qi Tingji nods and is given any status, they are willing to rebel from the wilderness.

As for the left and right, there is no need to say more.

And Chen Ping'an was famous for not squinting at the Sword Qi Great Wall, as if Ning Yao was the only woman in the world.

Chen Ping'an flipped through the book, which contained the summary results of Mr. Li's room. He asked Xiping, a Jingsheng, for advice on the Po Zi Order.

On a night sailing ship, it is very likely that the broken word order is the way to get off the ship, and it can become something like a customs clearance document. If there is a chance to board the ship in the future, there is no need to use a sword to clear the way and force the ship to disembark.

Chen Pingan has far-reaching plans for this elusive ferry. If it is determined that there will be no serious consequences, Chen Pingan even wants to take the initiative to serve as the Lord of a city on the night boat.

Xiping said that he would bring some books from the Confucian Temple to Chen Pingan, but the books could not be taken out of the Merit Forest and had to be returned after reading. Because of these books, in the Confucian Temple, only the accompanying sages and the academy chief can read them. However, since the sage personally gave permission, they can naturally use their discretion, but they cannot violate the rules too much. Chen Ping'an had doubts, but didn't ask any more questions.

Xiping seemed to have guessed Chen Pingan's thoughts, and took the initiative to explain that if he wanted to master the Confucian magical power of Po Zi Ling, he needed to first learn the borrowing method of the gentlemen and sages of the academy.

After Chen Pingan heard this, he first thanked Xiping, the classics student, and then shamelessly asked him for a set of manuscripts. He said that he was asking for a set of manuscripts for his student Cao Qinglang, because he missed the student's crowning ceremony. If it can be supplemented by the secret manuscript of the Stone Scripture, Cao Qinglang will definitely cherish it again and again.

Xiping smiled and said: "I do have two sets of manuscripts of scriptures here. They are quite old and in good condition. However, it is not easy for scholars to copy the books."

Chen Ping'an immediately said: "According to the current market price of books copied by Confucian Temple practitioners, the most expensive kind will be doubled."

Xiping at the gate turned his head and glanced at the young official with a sincere face. He smiled and said nothing, neither nodding in agreement nor shaking his head in rejection.

I heard that no one on the Sword Qi Great Wall can make money from Chen Pingan?

After pieces of Xiping stone scriptures were erected at the entrance of the Confucian Temple, later generations of scripture students copied the books and used them as a way to make a living. Most of them were children of the Han tribe who had not yet won the imperial examination and generally could not earn much money. Those who study here to earn travel expenses back home, even if someone writes extremely beautiful and skillful regular script, can only ask for more than ten taels of silver.

So if the price doubles again, where can it go?

A set of Xiping's secret hand-written scriptures of Xiping, Lord Yinguan bought it for thirty taels of silver?

Xiping suddenly laughed, "Okay, sell one set and get two sets free, and the total price will be your money. It's not easy to earn hundreds of taels of silver from Mr. Yin Guan."

Chen Pingan asked tentatively: "At least there is one set, is it Mr. Xiping's handwriting, right?"

Xiping nodded, turned around and left to copy books.

Master Huolong clicked his tongue and said in wonder: "Chen Ping'an, when you are doing business, do you have a flat head? Okay, okay, then you should also know that Shanfeng is also a person who likes to read, eh?"

Chen Ping'an said sadly: "Senior, why didn't you tell me earlier? Otherwise, even if I was acting like a fool, I would still have to buy two sets with Mr. Xiping."

Master Huolong immediately got up and went to find Jingsheng Xiping. Chen Pingan was so frightened that he didn't dare to stop him.

Master Huo Long walked out of the Confucian Temple and quickly followed Xi Ping. They put their arms around each other and said, "That boy Chen Ping'an has regretted it temporarily. He feels that the opportunity is rare and one set is not enough. What a good boy. The lion is so open-minded that he asked you for three sets in one breath." There were five sets of hand-copied scriptures at the beginning. The poor man was trying to persuade the boy to be content and not to trouble Mr. Xiping too much.

Jing Sheng Xiping gently pushed away the old man's hand and said with a smile: "Then I will copy two more sets. The price agreed upon before will remain the same. It's just that the extra two sets will be counted as a small sum of money."

Master Huolong stroked his beard and smiled, and strode back to the Confucian Temple. When he reached the steps, he immediately slowed down and took his time before crossing the threshold. After sitting down, he said to Chen Pingan: "It's settled. Let's discuss this with Mr. Xiping. Pindao can be said to have sold out his face, so he asked for one more thing for you."

Chen Pingan smiled awkwardly, what else could he do, just nodded in thanks.

Master Huolong seemed to remember something and said: "But the extra set is worth one Grain Rain coin. At first glance, the price seems a bit expensive, but you guys need to know that here at the Confucian Temple, Mr. Xiping, but There are many sages and sages from the Confucian Temple who never socialize with anyone, but they also have nothing to offer, so they have never heard of any set of "Xiping Authentic Works" in the world. You will make a lot of money for a Grain Rain coin. If you don't If you are willing to give up this money, then Pindao will help you out?"

Chen Pingan said: "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no." Money, this is money that I can still afford if I grit my teeth."

Master Huolong raised his eyebrows, "The ferry, the cross-continental ferry, is right. Is it the Feng Yuan that the poor man has been thinking about for hundreds of years and can't afford to live on Di Peak?"

Chen Pingan said bravely: "Mr. Yu didn't say the name of the ferry."

Master Huolong nodded, "It's a good thing. What does Paidi Peak have to do with Luopo Mountain? It's your ferry, which means you're a fool. In the future, you will expand your business and reach the entrance of Paidi Peak, and then help It would be better to build a Xianjia ferry, and Pindao would be able to avoid a ferry fee. It was easy to talk about, it was a trivial matter. When I turned around, I said hello to Little Fatty Yu, and Feng Yuan went to Aquarius Continent from the Middle Earth. All the expenses, not counting yours, are such a big mysterious dynasty, and Fatty Yu is famous for being rich. How can I argue with you, who are so miserable, about such a small sum of money?"

It was just that Yu Panshui, who had left his body and traveled far away, and was actually participating in the discussion at the Confucian Temple, felt that something was wrong for no reason. As expected, soon the hearty laughter of Master Huolong rang out in his heart, "Brother Yu."

Yu Panshui smiled dryly and said, "Brother Fire Dragon, is something wrong?"

Master Huolong complained: "Brother Yu, you are not a very particular person. I used to be a poor man who misjudged the wrong person. He actually regarded you as a good brother with a lot of righteousness."

Yu Panshui raised his hand and wiped the fine sweat that had been forced out of him on his forehead, "Brother Fire Dragon, what can you say? If there is anything I did wrong, I can change it immediately."

Brothers? But come on, before this meeting in the Confucian Temple, we had never met before.

Master Huolong had a few heartfelt and fair words with the Supreme Emperor of the Mysterious Dynasty.

The chickens in Yupanshui peck at the rice, listening to the teachings, correcting the problems and encouraging them.

In the end, Master Huolong stroked his beard and smiled, turned around and told Chen Pingan that the matter was settled. Yu Panshui, although it was the first time they met and chatted, was surprisingly easy to talk to and very reasonable.

It was a good thing that the old man didn't turn his head. As soon as he turned his head, Yu Panshui became more and more sure of his guess. The old fat man was filled with misery, his eyes were dull, and he stared blankly at Chen Ping'an.

What a good, honest, fair and honest man, good, very good, the best. Now the Xuanmi Dynasty had to help deliver the repaired Feng Yuan Ferry all the way to Niujiaoshan Ferry in Luolu Mountain. Just catch us Xuanmi and me, Lao Yu, and pluck them out as hard as you can. From now on, if I, Yu Panshui, take the initiative to visit you to discuss business, I will take your last name.

Chen Ping'an didn't dare to argue with Yu Panshui.

Sighing, what should I do? Wait until the old master is no longer around, and then I can explain it clearly to the head of the Yu family.

Mrs. Dandan of Lushui Keng suddenly found Chen Ping'an and asked softly: "I heard that Bai Ye's fairy sword was too white, and one of the sword tips fell into your hands?"

Chen Ping'an didn't hide anything from this world-famous new land and water transport co-owner. He turned slightly sideways, faced the woman, nodded and said: "Senior Qingzhong, this is indeed the case."

Mrs. Dandan hesitated for a moment and said straight to the point: "Can you let me see you?"

The monks at the top of Haoran Mountain actually know what is written on the gate of Lushuikeng. Everyone knows that this bloated, fat woman admires the most proud Bai Ye the most. Otherwise, she would not have intercepted two characters from Bai Ye's poem and finally taken the Taoist moniker "Qing Zhong".

Chen Pingan declined politely: "The tip of the Taibai sword has been refined into the long sword behind this junior."

The implication is that as a sword cultivator, you can never unsheath your sword just to let others take a look.

When he remembered the piles of Lushui Keng Qiu beads in his family's treasury in Luopo Mountain, the precious light shone brightly throughout the room, Chen Ping'an quickly added another sentence, saying: "If you are lucky enough to meet Senior Qingzhong in the future, , on the same battlefield, the junior will definitely draw the sword."

Mrs. Qingzhong felt a little unhappy in her heart. It was very unpleasant for a big man.

Chen Pingan just pretended not to notice Mrs. Dandan's displeasure.

Zuo Zuo suddenly said: "Do you have any opinions?"

Qi Tingji smiled and said, "It seems a bit."

Lu Zhi said only one word: "Oh?"

Mrs. Qingzhong said categorically: "In reply to Mr. Zuo, absolutely not!"

Come again.

First, there were three old Taoist priests, including Master Huolong, who were trying to scare people with every word.

Now there are three sword immortals on the left and right.

What on earth do you do to a lonely and contented girl like me who always bullies me?

If you are really capable, go find Xiao Xun, a fourteenth-level sword cultivator in the wild world. Mrs. Dandan thought about it again, and it seemed that the person who had the most trouble with Xiao Xun in the world was Mr. Zuo in front of her, so she stupidly apologized. Smiling.

No longer paying attention to Mrs. Dandan, who was of high status but not very courageous, Lu Zhi asked: "How long will the Confucian Temple be open for this discussion?"

Qi Tingji said: "It doesn't matter if we say when it will end. If you really can't wait any longer, just go have a drink of wine outside the door and then go back to Nan Po Suozhou. I will explain it to the Confucian Temple afterwards."

Chen Ping'an said with a smile: "It's okay for Mr. Lu to run away in the middle, but it's best for Lu not to wander far away with his sword at the gate of the Confucian Temple. It would be as troublesome as possible. He should first meet with the Eighteen Sword Masters of the Longxiang Sword Sect, and then Let’s return to Nan Posuo Continent together.”

Qi Tingji nodded.

After all, he and Lu Zhi were not people like A Liang who came to the Confucian Temple and ate as usual. Face should be treated with courtesy, but it should be given to the Confucian Temple.

Lu Zhi thought it was feasible, just drink and run away, walk a few more steps and then run away with the sword. In fact, it was no different from the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Lu Zhi just pretended, asked Chen Ping'an for a bottle of wine, took it in her hand, and walked towards the gate.

After crossing the threshold, this woman with a thin face and slender figure was sitting alone on the steps drinking wine. Unexpectedly, someone would soon follow and sit down next to Lu Zhi.

It was Mrs. Qingshan Shenshan. She smiled and handed over a pot of pure Qingshan Shenjiu to Lu Zhi, and called Mr. Lu.

Lu Zhi quickly raised his head and drank a pot of wine, put the jug into his sleeve, then took the pot of wine from Mrs. Qingshenshan's hand, opened the mud seal, sniffed it, and said, "It smells better."

Mrs. Qingshenshan asked: "I heard that Mr. Lu is from China?"

Lu Zhi said calmly: "You think it is, but I don't think it is."

Lu Zhi placed the wine bottle in his hand on the steps.

The woman next to me is good-looking, but she can't speak.

Mrs. Qingshenshan smiled and said: "I have a direct disciple named Chunqing. She is a young girl who wants to learn swordsmanship from Mr. Lu. I wonder if Mr. Lu is willing to agree."

Lu Zhi said: "Do you dare to go to the wild world to kill monsters and practice swordsmanship?"

Mrs. Qingshenshan nodded and said: "Dare."

Lu Zhi picked up the jug of wine at his feet and asked, "How are your qualifications for pure youth? They are too bad and I can't teach them."

Mrs. Qingshenshan thought for a while, "No matter what you study, pure Qingqing's qualifications can be considered very good."

Lu Zhi asked: "How does it compare to our hidden officials?"

Mrs. Qingshenshan said helplessly: "Mr. Lu asked me this, how can we talk about it?"

Lu Zhi said: "I can agree to accept disciples. As a reward, it is very simple. I heard that the bamboos in your Qingshen Mountain are good. Madam will send a few to Luolu Mountain. I heard Chen Pingan said that there is a mountain called Piyun Mountain near my hometown. There is a tiger named Wei who likes growing bamboo the most."

Mrs. Qingshenshan agreed and said with a smile: "My surname is Wei Mingbo."

Just saying that Chen Ping'an "helped" sell wine in Zhuhai Cave at the Jianqi Great Wall, she was actually willing to give away a few green bamboos for free.

It's just that the young Yinguan herself has been silent, so she can't get on the pole to deliver things.

Lu Zhi said: "Madam, don't think too much, Chen Pingan and I have nothing to do with each other. It's just that Chen Pingan gave half of the credit to me when we left Hanging Mountain and slayed the demons at sea. Since I didn't regard it as an offering to Luoluo Mountain, I have always been in debt." With this account in mind. Madam just happened to show up to her door, and I taught her swordsmanship, returning the favor by the way."

Mrs. Qingshenshan nodded, looked at Lu Zhi carefully, and said with a smile: "No wonder that person thinks Mr. Lu is good-looking. I feel the same way now."

Lu Zhi laughed, "Who is that person? Qi Tingji, right or left? It can't be Chen Pingan."

Mrs. Qingshenshan shook her head and said softly: "It's really difficult to chat with Mr. Lu."

Lu Zhi took a sip of wine and glanced at the beautiful woman beside him, "I think it's harder to pretend that you don't like someone."

Mrs. Qingshenshan asked: "Where is Mr. Lu? So what?"

Lu Zhi shook his head, "No, it's not easy to practice swordsmanship. Why make it more difficult and ask for trouble?"

In her hometown, there were really too many men and women. Because of the separation, the surviving ones were so sad that they could not recover for the rest of their lives.

Because in the Great Sword Qi Wall, there is almost never any separation between life and death. As long as someone leaves, they are destined to never see each other again.

Mrs. Qingshenshan said: "I wish Mr. Lu will break through the bottleneck as soon as possible and reach the Ascension Realm."

Lu Zhi said: "Then I won't be polite. Zhuhai Dongtian will lend me another Grain Rain money. It will cost money to practice swordsmanship, which is a headache."

Chen Pingan walked out of the gate of the Confucian Temple and hesitated for a long time. He saw Mrs. Qingshenshan walking outside earlier. Chen Pingan felt that the opportunity was rare, so he plucked up the courage and planned to talk to Mrs. Qingshenshan to see if he could get the chance from Zhuhai Dongtian. I bought a few bamboos on the side, and naturally I had no shame in borrowing money from Qingshenshan. After all, there was no good relationship between the two parties before, so I had to find someone to borrow them from, such as Taoist Nin, Liu Daochun, and Madam Rouyan.

Chen Pingan cupped his fists and said, "Junior Chen Pingan, I have met Mrs. Qingshen."

Lu Zhi and Mrs. Qingshenshan both stood up, and the latter smiled and asked, "Mr. Chen, what do you want from me?"

Chen Ping'an felt a little embarrassed, "I want to buy some Qingshenshan bamboos with my wife, but I'm short of money and don't dare to pretend to be fat, so I have to ask my wife about the price first."

The bamboos in Zhuhai Dongtian are usually given away, and there are very few transactions, so there is no market price. But if one goes by the market conditions outside the Bamboo Sea Cave, Chen Ping'an really doesn't have the confidence to move one or two green bamboos back to Luolu Mountain. After all, there are thousands of green bamboos in the Bamboo Sea Cave, and their grades are divided into three, six, and nine. Chen Ping'an He also said that it was Qingshenshan bamboo, so of course it would only be priceless. Chen Pingan still thought that since Lu Zhi was here and A Liang was not there, it would be easier to discuss things with Mrs. Qingshenshan.

Mrs. Qingshenshan glanced at Lu Zhi, who smiled and said, "If Yin Guan wants to buy it, then sell it."

It was rare for Chen Ping'an to be so polite to Lu Zhi. He cupped his fists and said, "Thank you, Mr. Lu."

Lu Zhi said with a smile: "No need to thank me, you had to spend your own money to buy it."

Chen Ping'an asked about the prices of various green bamboos, and the one he liked most was the two connected bamboos, one literary bamboo and one martial bamboo.

Two were given to Wei Bo's Peiyunshan, and the other two were kept at home and given to Xiaonuanshu and Pei Qian respectively. As long as Luoposhan's water and soil are suitable, they will be planted in their yards.

Of course, it's not something that you need to think about as the ancestral bamboos in Zhuhai Cave Sky. However, these green bamboos that have grown on Qingshen Mountain for five or six thousand years are of high "seniority" in Zhuhai Cave Sky. , so the price given by Mrs. Qingshenshan made Chen Pingan feel that he was really daring to pretend to be fat.

Looking at the young hidden official in front of me who didn't say a word, did he become mute?

She deliberately remained silent for a moment and said with a smile: "Luo Luo Shan can give you credit, but you have to calculate the interest."

But Chen Ping'an still didn't dare to agree. A piece of bamboo is worth hundreds of fairy coins. Guyu money doesn't really rain from the sky. If it falls in your hand, it can really turn into money.

Especially when he heard that there was interest, Chen Pingan felt guilty. This trip to Yiaozhou Baofengzhai cost a lot, and he and Xuanmi bought a ferry called Feng Yuan. If he bought these bamboos now, Chen Pingan would Ping An has to worry about Wei Wenlong, the God of Wealth, rebelling.

Why, the owner of the mountain finally stopped being the shopkeeper, and then started spending money lavishly when he was out?

Mrs. Qingshenshan smiled and said: "The interest can be calculated on someone's head. He originally owed Zhuhai Dongtian a lot of money for drinks. I believe Mr. Chen knows a lot about these bamboos. The bamboos transplanted from Qingshan God will only be paid on the mountain. If the immortal master plants and manages it properly, every bamboo will become a money tree. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a small cornucopia."

Chen Ping'an immediately straightened his back and said, "No problem, junior. I bought it!"

It's just a credit card, and there's no interest, so what's there to be afraid of?

At worst, they wouldn't even mention this matter to Wei Wenlong over at Luopo Mountain. They would earn some private money from Baofengzhai and pay off their debts themselves. When the day comes when you can no longer hide it, just pull Cui Dongshan out.

She smiled and said, "I'll send someone to Luo Luo Mountain later."

Chen Ping'an said: "I don't dare to trouble my wife so much. You can send it directly to the Yu family of the Xuanmi Dynasty. Then there will be a ferry across the continent to the mountain top of the junior family."

Mrs. Qingshenshan is about to return to the Confucian Temple.

Unexpectedly, Chen Ping'an continued to ask: "By the way, madam, what are the prices of the mangosteens and spring bamboos, cloud bamboos grown in Zifu, and wine bamboos harvested by hairpins?"

She stopped and said with a smile: "Mr. Chen's business experience is indeed very good. Why not just lend the entire Bamboo Sea Cave on credit? We can talk about it."

Chen Pingan immediately clasped his fists and apologized: "Then I won't delay Madam's discussion."

They are all poor, otherwise Chen Ping'an would just stay away from this ethereal lady of Qingshenshan when he met her. Talking about money would be too vulgar, and if she didn't talk about money, there would be nothing to talk about.

She suddenly changed her mind and sat back on the steps. Chen Pingan had to sit aside, with a few Lu Zhi between the two portraits.

She looked into the distance and asked softly: "Chen Pingan, what kind of place is the Great Wall of Sword Qi?"

Chen Ping'an thought for a while and replied: "According to Lin Junbi, it is a place where people can forget their lives."

She asked again: "I want to know what is in your heart."

The young people around him were both scholars like him. They were all strangers to the Sword Qi Great Wall, but they were all regarded as hometown people by the sword cultivators there.

Chen Pingan scratched his head and said nothing. He just saw that Mrs. Qingshenshan seemed to be unwilling to leave without waiting for the answer, so he borrowed Xu Yuanxia's statement.

It is definitely not a place of filth and evil, but a place of revenge and hatred.

Anyway, this is what Chen Pingan thinks.

As for the other answer that Chen Ping'an didn't say, there was nothing to say to outsiders.

He and his beloved woman were still teenagers.

Ning Yao came to him from the Sword Qi Great Wall.

He went to Jianqi Great Wall to see Ning Yao.

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Aquarius Island, at night.

At the Egret Crossing in Zhengyang Mountain, there was drizzle, the road was soft, and the night breeze was cool.

There were two people when we arrived and three people when we left.

The scholar in green shirt, the boy in white with the mole between his eyebrows,

There was a girl with sharp eyes beside her, Tingting. She was helping the boy in white hold the umbrella.

Occasionally, a look of pain would flash through her smart eyes.

At this time, the boy in white would gently hold the umbrella handle.

Then the girl's eyes will immediately return to clarity, a pair of moist eyes, occasionally emotional, like spring grass growing in a pond, clear and shallow, and you can see the bottom at a glance.

This is the outcome of a bet between Tian Wan and Cui Dongshan.

The bet is that he doesn't need Tian Wan to lead a red line with Chief Zhou, but only needs to let him travel through her heart. Before that, he will give her a few days to work, close the door with her, and set up many heart-related obstacles. In the small world of the human body, All major acupoints and Qi Mansion were creating layers of restrictions. Cui Dongshan's only request was that the sedan chair should not move. If the oath is violated, there will be no more Tian Wan in the world.

Jiang Shangzhen said with emotion: "Peanut, peanut, what a good name. Brother Cui is really the true descendant of the mountain master."

Cui Dongshan said seriously: "Of course the name is very interesting, but it's not even half of my husband's skill."

The girl's eyes were full of resentment. She didn't think the name was very good, it was rustic.

She only knew that she had amnesia and could not remember anything. What was most troublesome was that she forgot everything about yesterday every now and then.

As for the two people around her, one is her brother, and the other is the father of her fiancé... who is married to her parents.

That's right, the man in green shirt looks young, but his temples are already frosty. He is definitely not young in real age, but he doesn't look old. Thinking about it again, if his fiancé looks a little like his father, he probably won't be too bad.

Both of them came to Zhengyang Mountain to ask for a magical elixir from an old immortal, just to cure her of the soul-losing syndrome. They never expected to be rejected at the foot of the mountain, without even seeing the face of the immortal on the mountain. A lot of money was wasted, and the family's wealth was almost depleted.

Jiang Shangzhen asked in his heart: "When did you create a porcelain man again? You have to hide it from your husband and me?"

Cui Dongshan said with a smile: "Didn't I bother Brother Gao earlier and just wanted to find him a companion? It's no coincidence that it just came in handy. If I hadn't met Tian Wan, I almost forgot about this."

Jiang Shangzhen turned his head and slowed down, with an unprecedented serious look on his face, and wanted to seek a definite answer with Cui Dongshan.

Cui Dongshan sighed and nodded, "I understand the importance. Since my husband has returned, I will have him in front of me in the future, so naturally I don't need to do this."

Jiang Shangzhen was relieved, laughed, and said, "That's good. Otherwise, I would have given up the position of chief, and would have stayed far away from Luo Luoshan."

Cui Dongshan patted Jiang Shangzhen on the shoulder, "If we are not long-lost brothers, we would never be able to say such heartwarming words!"

Jiang Shangzhen smiled and said, "Which one of us brothers will follow the other?"

Cui Dongshan turned around and said: "Peanut, when you get to Luopo Mountain, you will do odd jobs for a few years. In the future, when the time is right, you will be responsible for collecting and summarizing intelligence. In the future, you may also be in charge of Shanshui Di News and Jinghua Shuiyue, which is a heavy responsibility. , very few people can do it, and your boss is, of course, me, your half-brother."

The girl nodded and asked, "My surname is Cui too?"

Cui Dongshan's eyes were kind, and he touched the girl's head, "Can you guess this? The little head has a melon seed, and the aura is so bright that it can almost catch up with the millet grain."

Jiang Shangzhen narrowed his eyes and nodded, "Yes."

Cui Dongshan shook his head and turned his palms, "Lilili."

The girl was a little embarrassed, feeling that it was awkward for the two men around her to talk like this.

Fortunately, I was walking at night so I didn't meet anyone.

So she started to change the topic, "Brother, is that a martial arts sect?"

"Well, it's necessary. It's the most quaint place in the world. You'll definitely like it after you go there."

"I don't understand information or anything like that."

"If you don't know how to learn, Luopo Mountain doesn't support idle people. If you can't learn, you will have to sell cakes in Qilong Lane for the rest of your life. But you are my sister, no matter how stupid you can be, you will definitely learn it once you learn it."

She still wanted to talk, but in the bottom of her heart she felt that selling pastries would be a good idea.

Cui Dongshan knocked a chestnut and lectured, "Don't always interrupt."

"Also, remember, if there is an old girl named Changsheng on the mountain who wants to ask you for information, you should just follow her and look at it. That sister is old, has a bad temper, and is in charge. Our family's money bag, our two brothers and sisters, don't have the same knowledge as her."

She nodded vigorously, "I understand."

Cui Dongshan smiled and touched her head.

The director of Luolu Mountain will live long, and from now on, Hua Qian and the little mute that Pei Qian picked up will be her right-hand man.

One is cruel and the other is ruthless.

They will be two shadows hiding in the shade of the trees in Luolu Mountain, working hard and only doing dirty work.

The premise, of course, is that Mr. is willing to agree to this.

This is an unwritten rule in Luolu Mountain. No one has to go against their will, and everything is easy to discuss.

Cui Dongshan hopes that this rule can continue on Luolu Mountain for hundreds of thousands of years.

"If we keep cutting off, chaos will arise. If we don't kill, big thieves will emerge."

Jiang Shangzhen laughed heartily and said, "I will help you talk to Chen Ping'an about this matter. If you can't explain it once, just talk to him a few times until it annoys him."

When Chief Zhou called Chen Ping'an by his first name, he must have been talking seriously.

For example, when it comes to dealing with Lotus Flower Blessed Land and Fox Country, Luopo Mountain is on the right track, but it has many flaws.

It's just that I haven't found the chief enshrinement chair at that time, so I'm not in a hurry to check for leaks and fill the gaps. What's more, it's better to talk about some small truths sooner rather than later, because they can be more targeted, discuss things as they are, and correct small mistakes to become big ones.

The three of them walked to the ferry shore and waited for the ferry. It was late at night, and there were only a few monks on the shore. Most of them glanced at the three people and stopped looking at them.

Cui Dongshan blinked his eyes and asked with a smile: "Chief Zhou, you are such a good friend and beautiful woman in such a good time and beautiful scenery. You are amazingly talented, but you are not interested in poetry? Maybe I will have some inspiration."

Jiang Shangzhen coughed, and walked slowly at the ferry with an umbrella. He pondered for a moment, and his eyes lit up, and he said, "I saw a swing outside the wall, and my waist was thin, as slim as the clouds." He chuckled and looked up, calling the little boy outside the wall infatuatedly. name."

Cui Dongshan gave a thumbs up, "It's really shocking."

The girl suddenly raised a hand and put the back of her hand on her forehead.

I remembered a series of past events for no reason.

Her family comes from a local county magistrate in a small vassal country. Her father is full of poems and books, and her mother is a lady in the family. She is a good match that is envied by others. Her father had a smooth sailing in his early years. After being awarded the gold medal, he successively served as the director of the Water Department of Qianzikudu, Ministry of Industry. He was transferred to the local area to serve as county magistrate and promoted to magistrate. It's just that his official career was ups and downs, he was framed by his colleagues, he lost his official position and returned to his hometown, where he served as a lecturer at an academy in his hometown of Fenyang Prefecture.

Unexpectedly, my father was once again being pressured by his enemies in the central officialdom, and was so squeezed out that he could no longer stay in the academy. He died in depression, and as a result, his family's financial situation deteriorated every year. Even his elder brother was unable to take part in the imperial examination, so he had to take refuge far away from his hometown and found a sect in the mountains to rely on. After getting a letter from home, as soon as he heard that she had aphansia, he immediately went to great lengths to go home and find her. Relying on his future husband's father's connections, the three of them traveled thousands of miles together to finally reach this place. In this fairy mountain where the leader is the leader, we are looking for a respected and respected old fairy master on the mountain whose name is "Mountain-Moving Ancestor"...

The girl burst into tears, turned her head and said tremblingly: "Brother."

Cui Dongshan rolled his eyes and said: "Shut up, don't bother me all the time, the frozen bird must be silent."

The girl suddenly fell silent.

Cui Dongshan squatted on the bank, and the girl only had to bend down to hold an umbrella. She heard this dependent brother seem to be reciting a poem about immortality by himself.

The emperor lived in Zhen, Long De Sichun. The immortal travels around the Changchun Palace without riding a cloud chariot or a white dragon. It is easy to search for immortals all the way to the east mountain, but it is really difficult to find them in Beihai.

The man who mends the sky and repairs the moon is gone, and he wants to be romantic through the ages. But with the South China Sea turning green, brewing longevity wine. Mr. Weiyang paid frequent visits and asked Xuanxuan more about Xuanxuan.

Jiang Shangzhen sighed: "Brother Cui's poems and prose are so full of fairy spirit that a common man like me has to kneel down to listen."

Cui Dongshan clapped his hands, stood up, took a step back, and then kicked Jiang Shangzhen behind his knees.

The two of them started pushing and shoving, playing and shouting, and punching and kicking each other, both unpleasantly and not harshly.

The girl looked at it and felt that this scene seemed quite... tender. For a moment, she seemed to be less afraid of that lonely mountain.

Jiang Shangzhen looked up at the night. After the drizzle stopped, the clouds opened and the moon gradually came. Thank you Yue for taking pity on me, I can’t bear to be round tonight.

Meeting, missing, and missing are all good luck, just on the mountain, not down the mountain.

The man with white temples held an umbrella and looked at the dark night with gentle eyes and murmured: "Life is not hard enough. I already have a dear wife, and I still want to live forever."

The girl felt that the man's words were much better than the previous limerick. She timidly looked at the boy in white and shouted softly: "Brother."

Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "Don't worry, he is famous for being an infatuated person."

It seems that in Luzhou in the north, there are many mountain fairies and river and lake heroines who have never given up their bodies by mistake, but have long since given up their sincerity by mistake.

The ferry docked. It went from being the size of a mustard seed in the distance to a gigantic thing right in front of you. The girl Huan Hua was shocked when she saw it. It turned out that this was the Xian family ferry.

She looked back at the Qingwu Peak of Zhengyang Mountain. The girl remembered that her brother had traveled through mountains and rivers to treat her illness, suffered all the hardships, exhausted all his money, and still could not go up the mountain. She couldn't help but feel angry. What kind of Zhengyang Mountain was the leader of the Yizhou Immortal Family? , what an invincible mountain-moving ancestor who conquered a continent.

Cui Dongshan waved his hand, "Go home!"

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Near the Confucian Temple, on this day, a middle-aged Taoist priest took a child who had left home and stayed here last night. He called the child from the tent, and then sat by the water, one big and one small. The child was fascinated. Dazed and dozing, the Taoist priest did not rush to let the child learn to do his homework. In fact, the child just sat aside and practiced.

The Taoist priest from Jingwei Temple folded his hands on his abdomen and asked with a chuckle: "Jing Xiao, have you ever heard of a saying, don't drink Mao Shi wine or get drunk to the point of drunkenness?"

Among the Taoist secret books of Bai Yujing in the Qingming world, there is a "big book of high truth" called "Jingxiao Great Leilang Book".

The child named Wu Jingxiao reached out and patted his mouth, "I haven't heard of it. I don't even know when Mao Shi and You Shi are."

This makes many Taoist manuscripts useless.

His name is Zhao Wenmin, his Taoist name is Songxue Taoist, he is a heavenly king of the Middle Earth Taoist sect, Zhao Wenmin's master, and one of the six direct descendants of Fu Lu Yuxuan.

Before Zhao Wenmin came to the mountain, he had been a Confucian scholar for generations. He was a young prodigy. He was successful in the imperial examination and served as the editor of the Hanlin Academy before he was even young. Later, he met a lame old Taoist in the market who called himself a Taoist. Later, After encountering several opportunities with the Immortal Family, he finally entered the Jingwei Temple and practiced Taoism. Over the years, three hundred years ago, the master resigned from his secular duties and devoted himself to practice. He succeeded him as the temple master and took charge of the overall situation. Later, Zhao Wenmin mistakenly thought that his master was in seclusion in the back mountain, but he didn't know that his master had died in the battle in Nanbosu Island until a news came back to the Taoist temple.

Jingwei Temple is a first-class sect in the Middle-earth Divine Continent. Although it is not the top, it is not comparable to other sects.

Zhao Wenmin breathed in slowly. If there were any Qi practitioners in the upper five realms nearby, they would find that Taoist Songxue was refining water at a rapid pace every time he breathed and inhaled. However, every time a trace of water condensed, The water transport will be returned to the river one by one. It seems that the Taoist priest's practice is just the refining process, not the result.

Zhao Wenmin said: "Jingxiao, we Taoist cultivators usually do morning exercises at Mao hour, because at this time Yang Qi is rising, Yin Qi has not moved, food has not been eaten, and Qi and blood have not been disordered."

Regardless of whether you can talk about it like a chicken or a duck, there are some truths. Maybe if the elders talk too much, the children will be influenced by them and silently remember them in their hearts, just waiting for one day to understand.

The child was very sleepy and said, "I don't know about my homework? I just recite books in school. If I can't memorize them well, I will be punished by my master. If you become a Taoist priest, you still have homework."

Zhao Wenmin nodded with a smile and said: "Those who do their homework should learn their own merits, understand their true nature, and cultivate their own way. Of course it is important. There is no need to be lazy. Cultivating the mind and refining the nature is the way for all of us in the Taoist sect to practice and seek truth." The portal is located. But don’t worry, it’s not too late to go up the mountain to practice.”

The child became even more sleepy.

Zhao Wenmin smiled and said: "But it's not my turn to play the game. You are now my junior...brother."

He didn't tell the truth. In fact, according to the family tree, he was his junior uncle. The Taoist master of Jingwei Temple was afraid of scaring the children.

Even though this kid has a constant runny nose, he is actually very smart.

The child wiped his nose with the back of his hand, "What? You are a lot older. You must be at least forty or fifty years old, right? To be my senior brother? Come on, it seems that there are not many experts in our sect."

Zhao Wenmin smiled and said nothing. The monk does not mention his name, and the Tao does not mention his longevity.

The child's parents, with the secret instructions from the county government official, did not tell the child too much about the Jingwei Temple and the Immortal Mansion.

The child smiled broadly and started to feel happy, "That's good. The sect is small and there aren't many people, so the study rules won't be so strict. I can stay in bed from now on."

"Senior brother is right about schoolwork, don't be in a hurry, and you won't be in a hurry when you get to the mountain."

"Senior brother, tell the truth, how much money did you secretly give to my parents? It must be a lot to be so happy after selling your son. It made me very sad when I first went out."

The Taoist priest laughed dumbly and could only comfort him: "Your parents have given you some money, but not much. The reason why they are happy is that they trust your senior brother's sect and will not worry too much about your practice in the mountain. "

The child yelled, "Senior brother, can our sect take a wife?"

"OK."

"Then after I have been up there for a few years, I will go down and marry that stupid girl from my neighbor. She is very stupid at studying and her handwriting is crooked. She always climbs out of the grid, which makes my husband sigh when he looks at her."

If she doesn't look as good-looking as when she was a child, then let's talk about it.

The child's little calculation was crackling.

He cheered up and asked softly: "Why do you want to be a senior brother? Why don't you become my master?"

Still making small calculations, the guy next to me seems to have a good temper. When he is a senior brother, he doesn't care about things. If he does something wrong in the future, he will be scolded and beaten. He can't protect himself, but if he becomes his own master, haha. Right, senior brother, I think you are a good person, with a good temper, nice words, and very good. My master, you will be the one from now on. Let’s make an oath to hook up..."

Zhao Wenmin had a headache. The Patriarch's eyes on picking his disciples were as cunning as ever.

In fact, when he was able to go up the mountain to practice, it was because his ancestor helped his direct disciples to collect and pass them on.

Does this count as paying off the debt?

An old Taoist dressed in purple with a wine pot hanging from his waist suddenly appeared beside him. Zhao Wenmin was about to stand up and beat the judge. The old Taoist waved his hands in vain, asking if he was annoying.

Yu Xuan and the Confucian Temple found an excuse to go out and relax.

This discussion took too long and was really exhausting.

Now that I have finally acquired a new direct descendant, I always come over to take a closer look.

Yu Xuan thought for a while, coughed, rarely kept a straight face, and acted like an old god on the mountain.

Zhao Wenmin reminded in a low voice: "Your master is here."

The child raised his head and saw that old face that was extremely awkward to talk to. How was it any different from the teacher at school who could hit himself with a charcoal pencil with his eyes closed?

The child wrinkled his face and felt so wronged that he wanted to cry. This time he was not acting, but he was really scared. The child's idea is very simple. The school is so close to home. How can he run away when he reaches the mountain? How full do you have to eat so that you can run home without being hungry?

Yu Xuan hurriedly knelt down and glared fiercely at the boy who couldn't do such a small thing as a junior master. Then he comforted the child: "Jing Xiao, I am the master."

The child was stunned, why did he seem to be the old liar who couldn't even afford candied haws?

He hesitated, took out a handful of copper coins, which was almost all his belongings, leaving only the money for buying candied haws, and handed the rest to the senior brother, "That's it, you give it to him, I'm going home, take more." I'll give you some money. Just wait for me here. I know the way, so there's no need to give it away..."

He slapped the copper coin on the Taoist priest's hand and the child ran away.

The Taoist priest was stunned and looked at the old master carefully.

Yu Xuan smiled and shook his head, indicating that there was no need to stop him and he would just wait here.

The child walked backwards, turned around, walked slowly, looked back several times, and then ran away.

After running far away, the child stopped, panted, and turned to look at the middle-aged Taoist priest.

The child scratched his head, as if he felt a little sorry, and hesitated to speak. Finally, he was too timid and turned around and ran away.

Two Taoist priests of different seniority stood side by side by the water.

Zhao Wenmin asked in a low voice: "Grandmaster, why don't I hide my body and protect my junior uncle when he goes home?"

Yu Xuan said angrily: "Who is his master? Is it your turn? A person who practices Taoism must have character and character, and he must be flattering, otherwise!"

Finally, he had the opportunity to have a proper Taoist meeting with the Patriarch. Zhao Wenmin stood up and said, "I almost forgot the Patriarch's teachings. A person's virtue is the courage and sincerity in his heart, which is the root of Taoism. "

Yu Xuan narrowed his eyes and smiled and said: "Wen Min, you helped me accept a disciple this time. I need to remember you for your merit. Go back to your uncle who is in charge of the money at Jingwei to receive the reward. I started with a semi-immortal weapon, and my rank is not high. , the quality is so different, it’s even shameful. Just tell him, this is not what I meant, he can handle it himself. As for who your uncle should talk to, anyway, I am going to the outer galaxy soon, and I have nothing to do with you. The chirping is crooked."

Zhao Wenmin made an inspection.

His concept of latitude and longitude is the most shabby among the ancestors' paths when it comes to money and family affairs. Therefore, there is a saying that "the most capable of complaining is the poor Jingwei Guan".

According to the ancestor's wishes, does he want his uncle to go to Zushan to give full play to his special skills in Jingwei Guan? Then this is acting according to the will of the Patriarch. Uncle Master's voice in the Patriarch Hall will not be lowered.

Yu Xuan asked: "Wen Min, although our world is now at peace and prosperity, are you willing to go down the mountain and travel far away to kill thieves?"

Zhao Wenmin smiled and said: "Master, originally this disciple thought of returning to Jingwei Temple and writing a letter to Zushan. No matter whether the other party nodded or not, the disciple would go to the wild world. The few masters and uncles in Zushan would never So that I can be taken back to Jingwei Temple. As for the position of the temple leader, the disciple has a suitable candidate in mind, and the inheritance will not be delayed. Since I told the master today about this matter, and I can return to Jingwei Temple this time, I can skip sending letters. .”

Yu Xuan nodded, "Blessings are immeasurable."

The old Taoist glanced at Zhao Wenmin, who was standing still, and said: "What are you doing standing still? Why don't you go and protect the way for your little master uncle? Jing Xiao has such a little kid, how can you, the nephew of the master, rest assured?" !”

Zhao Wenmin said goodbye with a smile and left.

Yu Xuan looked up at the sky.

Taking off the scarlet gourd from his waist, the old Taoist priest took a sip of wine.

Forgetting things and myself, refining the stars and rivers, and suddenly entering the Taoist countryside.

Yu Xuan looked away, damn it, those old thrones in the wild world like to fight, right? They all stretched their necks and waited, sooner or later a galaxy would hit their heads.

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One after another, people began to leave the Confucian Temple. This time they were no longer going out to drink to relieve their boredom, but their discussions had ended.

Among them was Chao Pu, the national master of the Shaoyuan Dynasty, and his proud student Lin Junbi.

Chao Pu said: "Your Majesty, there is no problem with you taking over as the national advisor. All other big and small problems, whether overt or covert, must be solved by yourself."

In fact, it should have been delayed twenty or thirty years to pave the way for more disciples, but time did not wait for us and the delay was endless. What's more, Lin Junbi can sharpen more.

Chao Pu himself needs to rush to another continent immediately to serve as the leader of a sect and plan a continent purely as a monk on the mountain.

I have to admit, it’s just walking on the same path that Cui Han, the Embroidered Tiger, walked.

As for the final height, it is up to fate to do everything in our power.

Lin Junbi nodded and said: "Try not to disappoint sir."

Chao Pu reminded: "You can learn more from Chen Pingan, but don't become the second Chen Pingan. In fact, you should learn from him in this regard."

Lin Junbi knew clearly, "Yes."

Master Huolong walked out of the gate and never left.

Almost everyone who passes by will take the initiative to say hello to this old man and say a few polite words.

When Mrs. Dandan of Lushui Keng, whose Taoist name was Qingzhong, walked out with the flower owner of Baihua Blessed Land and saw the back of Master Huolong, she immediately took a long way down the steps.

Unexpectedly, the old man turned his head, looked at the bloated woman, and said with a smile: "Mrs. Dandan's steps are so steady that I can hear it even if I cover my ears."

Mrs. Dandan grabbed the sleeve of the hostess and came together to see the real Huolong.

The old man had a look of regret on his face, and sighed deeply, saying: "I have never been to Lushui Keng for a tour, and Mrs. Dandan has not been to Paidi Peak as a guest. This is a big regret in my life." .”

Mrs. Dandan understands, it’s better to waste money and eliminate disasters. After considering the amount given to the Confucian Temple, her private money is actually quite a bit.

Wei Ying and Song Changjing walked out together.

Yu Guizong and the Song family of Dali concluded an alliance.

There are no oaths, no paper contracts required.

It was just a verbal agreement between the two of them.

For example, Nian Gan Lang of the Da Li Xing Department will send no less than ten first-class Taoist embryos to the Shujianhu Zhenjing Sect every ten years. Once they become earthly immortals, they will serve as worshipers of various levels in the Da Li Xing Department for a period of time. For a period of time, he took on various shady and secret tasks.

The Zhenjing Sect also sent Earth Immortal Sword Cultivators to serve as monks accompanying the army in the Dali border army. Each person in the army must have at least thirty years of experience, and no Zhenjing Sect Earth Immortal cultivator was allowed to shirk this.

Yasheng stood at the top of the steps outside the gate of the Confucian Temple, looking at the sky somewhere in the distance.

Jing Sheng Xiping stood aside and asked with a smile: "Since you are worried, why don't you let him know?"

Yasheng said: "He is not a child anymore, so what are you talking about?"

Xi Ping asked with a smile: "I'm very curious. I have to ask even if I don't think so. Did Cui Chan curse anyone over there at the top of the city?"

Ya Sheng shook his head, "No. It's just that if he had been born a hundred or two hundred years earlier, many fewer people would have died in the world. Unfortunately, he was born too late, with only a hundred years of planning, so he had to be in a hurry, and it was inevitable that he would be stretched thin."

Xiping didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Xiuhu, are you still struggling?

Yasheng thought of the last scene on the city wall.

After the two sides sat and talked for a while, Cui Shan raised his palms and put them to his ears, as if he was listening to something.

It was like when the sky fell before, the wind blew away all the sobs in the world, both majestic and wild.

Over at Aotou Mountain, Nan Guangzhao suddenly felt a little upset, so he did a fortune telling for himself.

A gentleman asks about disasters rather than blessings, which is what the Confucian disciples value. As for the rich and the poor, the high and the low, life is destined to last for a long time, and life is short and long, and life is determined. Nan Guangzhao doesn’t believe this either.

After reading the hexagram, Nan Guangzhuang was sweating profusely, confused, and his heart strings were tense. He made up his mind to go into retreat. He must go into retreat. Even if the Confucian Temple asked him to rush to the battlefield, they would still have to find excuses to delay it for a few years.

The flower owner of Baihua Paradise returned to the cave, spread colored paper on the desk, picked up the pen but didn't know what to write, and rested his arms lazily.

She sighed quietly, after all, she could not see the man who had been missing for many years.

He glanced down at the armrest and saw four lines of text engraved in cursive seals.

Riding on a mellow amber green silk stockings, with dazzling orbs and red pink makeup.

The sour wind on the bridge hit my eyes, and the gourds grew mushrooms.

The last two lines of signature, each with only two words, are the two names he carved, like Taoist lovers on the mountain, leaning against each other.

At that time, she was just an ordinary flower goddess in the Baihua Land, with a low ranking. Her flower name was "Xiang Xiu" at that time.

The name Xiang Xiu has been abandoned for a few years since he left.

She put down the pen and gently opened the armrest. There were four small words engraved inside, "Refresh the mind and nourish the energy." The writing makes dragons and snakes fly away, and the words are full of energy, just like that person.

Even though she knew that there was little chance of meeting him during the Confucian Temple meeting, she was still thinking about the eventuality.

What if it's ten thousand?

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Merit Forest of Confucian Temple.

The lineage of literary saints.

Old scholar.

On the left and right, Liu Shiliu and Chen Pingan.

Li Baoping, Li Huai, and the little elf who was brought to the world by Liu Shiliu from the Paradise of Incarnation.

And Mao Xiaodong.

The old scholar drank very hard today, and no one needed to persuade him to drink. The old man soon became drunk and blurred, and murmured in a low voice: "Is it true?"

After getting drunk, the dream came true, which made the old man a little unbelievable.

The old scholar suddenly slapped the table and said, "If you don't shout when you drink, it won't taste good. Who can say a few words?"

All eyes, without exception, were thrown at that student, junior brother, and junior junior uncle Chen Ping'an.

Chen Pingan had just held his sword in his knees before, sipping wine and thinking about someone.

He was speechless for a moment. Seeing that everyone continued to stare at him, Chen Ping'an had no choice but to raise his glass and said, "Apart from toasting and urging people to drink, I don't know any drinking orders. Otherwise, I will punish myself with one drink?"

Li Baoping said: "Little Master Uncle, please stop hiding your clumsiness."

Li Huai immediately echoed: "Looking for a drink, this is too much."

Mao Xiaodong nodded and said with a smile: "Just write a few sentences, I saw the couplet in the wine shop, it's pretty good."

Chen Pingan waved his hand, "That's really not possible."

The left and right said: "Then drink."

Liu Shiliu smiled and said: "You have to be sincere as a punishment. Three bowls are the starting point."

Chen Pingan actually drank three large bowls of wine in a row.

The old scholar tried to persuade him, but he couldn't stop him, so he started to curse Zuo Zuo, Jun Qian and Mao Xiaodong.

But in the old man's eyes, there was a smile that couldn't be hidden when he cursed.

After Chen Pingan drank the wine, he felt that the wine bowl was too small, so he poured a bowl for his husband first, then poured a bowl for himself, and drank it all in one gulp.

It seems that he can't drink enough today. Chen Ping'an didn't drink much, so his eyes were in a daze.

Previously, Xiping brought three sets of manuscripts, one of which was improvised, and the other two were written by a pair of senior brothers. I think Xiping spent money to buy them back then, but he probably didn't spend a few taels of silver at that time. Ten taels, twenty taels? No more.

It was also an autographed copy of Chen Ping's two fellow disciples.

Tap the sword across your knees and smile in the spring breeze.

A smile caressing the green duckweed, looking at the drunken countryside, the world is small, the universe is narrow, the past and the present are short.

A swordsman has a three-foot sword in his hand, but a scholar has never failed in his life.