Sword of Coming

The innkeeper is an old man, and the business of the inn is good, but not so good that there is only one room left. The old man just looks at the man in green shirt who carries a sword and walks around the rivers and lakes. He is quite pleasing to the eye. His clothes are neat and his expression is kind. Unlike He was a troublemaker, so he helped me, but he couldn't help in vain. When he asked for a price, he asked for a few more taels of silver. The shopkeeper was afraid of being scolded and his good intentions would be treated like a donkey, so he looked at the other person first to see if he would appreciate it. , I never thought that the man would immediately look back, without saying a word. Hey, I can’t tell, but he’s quite experienced and on the right track.

The shopkeeper collected a few grains of broken silver, which was the official silver of the Great Li Dynasty. After putting it on the scale, he cut off the corners and gave some to the man. The old man took two more customs clearance documents and took a note to record them. Those who check the account books and case books will be sued if they don't match up. The old man glanced at the man and sighed in his heart, "How can you buy youth if you can buy a lot of money for a noble salary?" It's good to be young. There are some things that you won't be powerless about.

As the old saying goes, beauty kills a young man, but the man in green shirt in front of him looks quite young, about thirty years old? Why are you still acting like a baby? Could it be that he comes from a martial arts sect and his reputation is not famous enough? He is too focused on building strength and martial arts instead of finding a wife?

This couple looks like a man and woman who have left their hometown to travel. According to the Guan ultimatum, their ancestral homes are in Huaihuang County, Celadon County, Longzhou, Chen Ping'an and Ning Yao.

Since he is a native of Dali, the old man became even more kind-hearted. When handing back the certificate, he couldn't help but smile and asked: "Since you are from Longzhou, don't you just raise your head and see the clouds of Lord Wei Dashan?" Mountain? That’s a good place. I heard from my friends that there seems to be a place called Hongzhu Town. It is the confluence of three rivers. When seeking marriage, everyone has his or her own effectiveness."

Chen Pingan smiled and nodded: "It seems like this. When we return to our hometown this time, we will all go and take a look."

The old shopkeeper was really talkative, and he suddenly got addicted to small talk. He handed over the room key without any hurry, leaned against the counter, pushed the man a plate of peanuts with his fingers, and said with a smile: "I heard that you are in Longzhou, In addition to Mr. Wei's Piyun Mountain, there are many landscape temples and a fairy ferry. So don't you see traces of the fairy every day? Not here in the capital. The government is strict and the gods on the mountain don't dare to interfere. Come and go in the clouds."

Obviously he was praising Longzhou, but in the final analysis, the old man still praised himself as a native of Lijing City.

Chen Ping'an looked at the treasure rack behind the counter, which contained large and small porcelain, and nodded with a smile: "Longzhou cannot be compared with the capital, of course. The rules here are very strict, and there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers. It's just not conspicuous. By the way, the shopkeeper likes it. Is this the only thing that is good at porcelain?"

The old man's eyes lit up. Did he meet an expert? The old man lowered his voice and said: "I have a piece of porcelain that is a treasure in the store. People who have seen it say it is a century-old item. It was fired in your Longzhou official kiln. It was missed. It only cost me so much back then." It's more than ten taels of silver. My friend said it was a top-notch product that opened the door at first glance. He wanted to ask me for a price of two hundred taels of silver. I was not short of money, so I didn't sell it. Do you understand? Help me with the palm eye? It's a pink and white glaze base. A large vase with a relatively rare eight-character auspicious inscription and painted figures."

The old man raised his hand to indicate the height. The vase was about half the height of a person.

Chen Pingan thought for a while and said softly: "It must have been less than a hundred years, at most forty years. During the Yuanshou period, a batch of large standing objects with auspicious inscriptions were indeed fired. The number was not large. Such large standing objects, according to the standards of that year, The old rule of the dragon kiln is that if the quality is not good, all the items will be smashed. No one can see the whole thing except the officials of the Supervision Department. As for the good ones, of course they can only be stored somewhere..."

Chen Pingan stretched out a finger and pointed towards the palace with a smile.

The old man lamented. It seemed that he had spent a lot of money in vain. He never thought that the man picked up the peanuts from the small plate, chewed them gently, and continued: "Such a big standing piece is already worth much more than a sitting piece or a lying piece. Yes, it is another top-notch figure sculpture, which cannot be compared with the flowers, birds and animals. Moreover, the eight-character official kiln stamps are particularly rare. They are usually four-character or six-character stamps. If I remember correctly, they are among all dragons. Inside the kiln entrance, it has only been fired for three years. Nowadays, there are some new official imitation officials. However, the old masters of Long Kiln have been able to work hard in these years, or they are old and have brought out their disciples and grandchildren. In addition, In the past, royal tributes were only sent to the palace, but now they have been reduced to ordinary official kilns. Therefore, the firing skills are actually not as good as before. The shopkeeper’s piece, the year, glaze, color, and design are all correct. Moreover, the kiln supervisor at that time Over at the building, I heard, just heard, that a small number of some large items of ordinary quality have flowed into the local wealthy families. Of course, it is more likely that some old masters left Long The imitation official money made by the kiln owner in private is also very valuable. If there are no accidents, the treasure of the shopkeeper will be worth at least this amount. "

The old man looked at the man raising a palm and said in surprise: "Can it be sold for five hundred taels of silver?!"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said nothing. In fact, he said everything that needed to be said. As for the truth or falsehood, it didn't matter. Anyway, people like the old shopkeeper also listened to what should be heard.

The old man suddenly smiled and said: "Since it's worth five hundred taels, then I'll sell it to you for three hundred taels?" "

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Shopkeeper, do you think I am a person with so much spare money? Besides, the shopkeeper has forgotten where I am from?"

The old shopkeeper laughed heartily and gave the man a thumbs up.

Ning Yao looked at the guy who chatted and laughed happily when he first met.

Do as the Romans do when you are in the country, talk to everyone and talk to ghosts, you can really have a few words with anyone.

If we keep talking like this, we can probably get the shopkeeper to bring out the wine, and eventually we can even get the money for the hotel back?

Chen Ping'an lay on the counter and asked casually with the old shopkeeper: "Is there anything happening in the capital recently?"

There is never a shortage of excitement in the capital, with unusual official promotions and demotions, the visit of immortal masters from the top of the mountain, the rise of famous masters in the world, major water and land Dharma gatherings, chats between scholars, and poems by literary figures. Common people talk after dinner, not to mention that today's Aquarius Continent, especially the officials and officials of Da Li, are more and more interested in asking about other family affairs in the other eight continents in the world.

The old man nodded and said: "Yes, why not? Over at the Buhuo Temple, there will be a competition in two days. It's two of the four great masters of Wu Ping. Isn't this what you two are here for?"

Two mountain-level warriors among the four great masters of martial arts have an appointment for a battle in the capital city of Dali. One is an old man from the old Zhu Ying Dynasty. He has been famous for a long time. He is 150 years old and is getting stronger and stronger. On the battlefield, he has mastered the realm of boxing and martial arts, which can be said to be at its peak. The other one is a female martial artist from a small country on the southwest coast of Aquarius Island. Her name is Zhou Haijing. Before the martial arts review came out, she was not famous at all. It is said that she relied on the tide to achieve her physical fitness and state. It is also said that she is quite handsome. The fifty-six-year-old aunt does not look old at all. So nowadays, many young people from Jianghu sects and libertines from the capital are screaming.

If it had been left to the time when the old shopkeeper was young, it was just a martial arts competition between two golden body warriors, and they could find a place in the capital. It would be so lively that the generals and younger brothers from Chier Street would definitely be out in force. Nowadays, even if it is a question of boxing between two great martial arts masters, I heard that it must be approved by the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Punishment in advance, and both parties need to sign a contract under the witness of the government, which is very troublesome.

However, what is most talked about in the temples and Shanshui official circles in the capital today is definitely the splendid Zhengyang Mountain celebration. Liu Xianyang, the direct descendant of the Longquan Sword Sect, and the Luolu Mountain watch the ceremony together, especially the blue-shirted Qingliang of the mountain owner Chen Ping'an.

Either a swordsman or a martial arts master.

Sure enough, in Aquarius Continent, in addition to the Great Li Iron Cavalry, we also have sword energy like a rainbow, and our martial arts are at its peak.

Maybe on the Dajiu Mountain ferry in the past, how did the young man who left his hometown view Li Tuanjing of Fengleiyuan.

So now, there are countless young people in the mountains and rivers of the continent, how do they view Luo Shan Chen Ping'an.

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "We are from a small sect. We were so busy traveling this time that we didn't even hear about it."

Although the old man was chatting happily and wanted to take this guy named Chen Ping'an to have a drink, he still handed him the key. A spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold, so don't delay others from making money.

From the beginning to the end, Ning Yao didn't say anything. Previously, Chen Pingan paid for the bill at lightning speed. She didn't say anything to stop her. Now she was walking in the corridor with Chen Pingan. Ning Yao's steps were steady and his breathing was steady. , when Chen Pingan opened the door and stood sideways, Ning Yao just crossed the threshold, picked a chair and sat down.

Something is wrong.

I feel like I'm going to be beaten.

Chen Pingan stood there and asked tentatively: "Shall I go and talk to the shopkeeper again to see if I can free up another room?"

Ning Yao took off the sword case and stood it casually at his feet. He picked up the porcelain pot and poured a glass of water. "You've been drinking by the river for a long time. Why don't you sober up first?"

Chen Pingan gently closed the door, but did not bolt it. He did not dare. After sitting down, he took the tea cup. As soon as he picked it up, he heard Ning Yao ask: "Every time you travel around the world, do you carry so many customs clearance documents with you?"

Chen Ping'an drank the water and said: "It's just like the robe, the more the better, just in case of emergencies."

Ning Yao narrowed his eyes and said, "Where's my share? Although it is fake at first glance, before entering the capital, I didn't see you temporarily forging it."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "You have to stay in Haoran for many years. It will be useful after all. For example, I will take you to Xianyou to meet Brother Xu in the future. I was thinking of taking precautions a while ago. By chance, this is not true. That’s when it came in handy.”

"It took a lot of effort to find such an inn, right?"

"I was on the street before, and I glanced at the Duobao rack behind the counter. I saw something interesting, and I actually started chatting with the shopkeeper."

Ning Yao asked no more questions and nodded in praise: "The context is clear and well-founded. It is both accidental and inevitable. There is no fault at all."

Chen Ping'an said: "I'm going to go to that alley later and go to my senior brother's house to check out the books."

Ning Yao did not comment. He stood up and opened the window. He lay on the table with his cheek against the table and looked out the window. Because the inn was relatively close to Yichi Lane and Chier Street, there were bright lights everywhere in his field of vision. There was a library with a book lamp. There was a candlelight feast, and some young men and women climbed up to admire the moon.

Chen Ping'an rarely saw such a lazy Ning Yao.

Pour yourself a cup of tea, secretly stretch your neck, look at Ning Yao's back, it seems that there are some subtle changes compared to the time of the Sword Qi Great Wall, and he is a little thinner.

Chen Ping'an actually knew a little bit about women's bun styles, eyebrow makeup, clothing and hairpins. He had memorized them all after reading a lot of miscellaneous books. However, the young mountain master learned eighteen martial arts, but it was useless. In the land of martial arts, there are small regrets. And Ning Yao really doesn't need these.

With his back to Chen Ping'an, Ning Yao kept lying on the table and asked: "How did you come up with that swordsmanship at Yixian Peak before?"

Chen Ping'an immediately looked away and replied with a smile: "At the top of the city, I have nothing to do anyway. I just think about it every day."

Before the natal porcelain was broken, Chen Pingan had the qualifications of an earth immortal. It does not mean that he will definitely become a golden elixir guest or a land immortal who gave birth to a Nascent Soul, just like a sword cultivator with the title of sword immortal embryo. Of course, it does not mean that he will definitely become a land immortal. Sword Immortal. Moreover, there are countless people at the foot of the mountain who have the qualifications to practice but have bad luck. Compared with the grandeur of the practice on the mountain, their lives may be a little mediocre, but they are also stable.

Ning Yao turned his head and said: "The matter of Benming Porcelain involves the lifeblood of the Great Li court and is the foundation for the rise of the Song family. There are too many deliberate and disgraceful plans in it, only the covered bridge built by the abbot Song Yuzhang in the small town. , it will not be seen in the light. If you want to settle old scores, it will definitely affect your whole body. Several emperors of the Song Dynasty in Dali within a hundred years seemed to be more stubborn in doing things, and I don’t think they can be kind. "

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "I know it."

Ning Yao suddenly said: "Is it possible that Cui Chan wants you to become a lonely and lonely cultivator in your mental state?"

Chen Ping'an held his sleeves with his hands, stretched out his feet under the table, and knocked lightly against a pair of cloth shoes. He looked very casual and leisurely. After thinking about it, he nodded and said: "It seems a bit."

In fact, among the four senior brothers, the one who really guided Chen Ping's academic studies was Zuo Zuo.

"But wouldn't this push you towards the Taoist lineage?"

"It's just possible, but not inevitable. Just like Lu Zhi and Xiao Xun from the Great Wall of Sword Qi. They both have pure sword hearts, but they may not be close to the Taoist sect."

Ning Yao was silent for a moment and said, "Do you believe in Buddhism?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "I have believed it since I was a child."

Ning Yao was dumbfounded, as if this was really the case.

Chen Pingan said softly: "In addition to learning more practical and useful knowledge, in fact, good knowledge, even if it is more pragmatic, should be learned. According to Cui Dongshan, as long as you are a human being, no matter who you are, as long as you come to this place in this life In the world, there is a battle between truth and reality, internally and externally. In addition to finding truths from the books of Confucian sages and helping myself to live in harmony with the world, in addition to believing in Buddhism and practicing Buddhism, or practicing Taoism, I don’t care. He will not participate in debates among the three religions, but will only uphold one purpose and seek endless knowledge through endless years."

When a person is born, he is born early, and when he goes up the mountain, he is too late to come down. Entering the Wanshan Encirclement, one mountain releases another mountain block.

Every person who is optimistic by nature is the king of the subjective world.

Then a person who is naturally pessimistic needs to build a house, a pavilion and a ferry, shelter from wind and rain, and stop and rest within the small world of his mind.

Ning Yao turned around and asked, "I heard from Xiao Mili that my sister Yuanbao likes Cao Qinglang, and my brother Yuanlai likes Cen Yuanji."

Xiaomi Li is probably the biggest listener on Luolu Mountain. There seems to be no gossip that she doesn't know. She is worthy of being the Right Protector who patrols the mountain on time every day.

Chen Ping'an suddenly said: "No wonder Yuanbao's words on the mountain were so sharp and aggressive. It was probably because he wanted to attract Cao Qinglang's attention. Yuan Lai likes to watch the door and read at the foot of the mountain. Let me tell you, since he didn’t go there for Zheng Dafeng’s pornographic novels, what is he doing? It turned out that he went there to see the girl he likes. He’s a good guy. He’s not old and he’s enlightened very early. , much stronger than me, the mountain master. "

Ning Yao asked: "Will you still stare at Zhengyang Mountain in the future? One year, one hundred years?"

Chen Ping'an couldn't help but smile and shake his head, "Actually, I don't need to keep an eye on you."

This is the same as Li Shuipiao from the Nine True Immortal Pavilion in the Middle Earth, and the chief guest of a large sect in Luzhou, Beiju. They remember to eat as well as fight.

It's like a bad guest once came to the door and deliberately lost a boot at someone else's house before leaving. The guest actually didn't care whether he took it back or not, but the host didn't think so.

Ning Yao sat up, and Chen Pingan had already poured a cup of tea and handed it over. She took the tea cup and took a sip, then asked: "Must Luo Luoshan be closed down? Can't we learn from Master Ruan of Longquan Sword Sect? Take it away and decide later." Do you want to include it in the genealogy?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "Even if you can control dozens or even hundreds of people who appear out of thin air, you are destined to be unable to control people's hearts. I'm not worried about Zhu Lian, Changsheng and the others. What I'm worried about is Nuanshu, Xiaomili and Children like Chen Lingjun, as well as young people such as Cen Yuanji, Jiang Qu, and Jiu'er, when there are more people in the mountain, people's hearts are complicated. At most, it will be lively for a while, but if you are not careful, it will become less lively at all. Anyway, there is no shortage of manpower in Luopo Mountain for the time being, and Miyu and the others can recruit a few more disciples from the lower sect of Tongyezhou."

After all, Chen Pingan is not Zheng Juzhong and Wu Shuangjiang. Zheng Juzhong could see all the nuances of people's hearts in Baidi City, and Wu Shuangjiang could personally teach and preach to all the monks in Suichu Palace.

How could Chen Ping'an have such ability?

Not only was there a huge gap in realm between these two great monks, but Chen Ping'an's state of mind was much worse than Zheng Juzhong and Wu Shuangjiang.

At this moment, the Taoist monks who are rushing to the border of Longzhou in search of immortality dare not say all of them, only most of them. They must be rushing for fame and fortune. It is not easy to visit immortals in the mountains. They are eager to seek Taoism. There is no problem, but Chen Pingan is worried Things about things have always been different from ordinary mountain masters and sect masters. For example, in the end, how to divide the melon seeds from the millet grains will become a major event in Luopo Mountain that has ups and downs in people's hearts and undercurrents. In the end, it will be the millet seeds that are sad, and it may even make it difficult for the little girl to happily distribute melon seeds in her life. There is a difference between closeness and distance, but I must first protect the extremely rare peace of mind in Luopo Mountain before I can talk about the fate of others' cultivation.

Chen Pingan smiled for no reason: "When I feel that even a mountain spiritual weapon is not that valuable, I need to reflect on myself and be more vigilant."

Ning Yao glanced at him. He was either making money or counting money. After counting the money, he made money again. Ning Yao has been obsessed with money since he was a child. Ning Yao still remembers that night. Go to Longxu River to pick up stones.

Chen Ping'an laughed at himself: "When I was young, I was afraid of being poor."

Ning Yao shook her head, she knew that was not the case at all. A money-lover is a money-lover, but as long as Chen Pingan can have enough food and clothing, he is a person who doesn't have too many "external needs".

Chen Ping'an suddenly stood up and said with a smile: "I have to go to the alley to meet a senior official from the Ministry of Etiquette. Maybe I will go to Renyun Yiyun Building to read after that. You don't have to wait for me. Get some rest early."

Ning Yao said nothing.

Chen Ping'an took a step forward, shrunk into the mountains and rivers, left the inn quietly, and appeared in a secluded alley with no lights.

Ning Yao lay on the table again, frowning slightly, you want to read the book yourself, I didn't say anything, what else do you want.

An old man hurriedly walked out of the imperial city. After boarding a carriage, the wheels of the carriage were ringing all the way. He was originally going to an inn, but as he neared the destination, the carriage changed its route slightly and became the driver of the Dali royal family. He said He was going to the house of Imperial Master Cui Chan, where Chen Ping'an was waiting.

At the corner of the alley that previously blocked Chen Pingan's footsteps, there is a thin line between them. In the seemingly dark and narrow alley, there is actually a cave of its own. It is a white jade square with a size of three acres. It is known as the Snail Dojo on the mountain, and the Earth Immortal. It can be placed in the Qi Mansion and placed on the spot after being taken out. It is a precious treasure on the mountain that can be encountered but not found. The old Nascent Soul monk was sitting in meditation. Who among those who practice Taoism would not wish that the twelve hours in a day could become twenty-four? But that young monk in the Dragon Gate Realm was fighting and shouting tonight. In Chen Ping'an's opinion, he was fighting in a martial arts style, which was very eye-catching. He and Pei Qian created a set of crazy swordsmanship back then. Virtue.

The old monk still failed to notice the presence of an uninvited guest nearby. After running his Qi machine for a short time, he was so noisy by his disciples that he had to open his eyes and scold him: "Duan Ming, cherish your time as a monk and don't get involved in this kind of thing." Spend money, if you are really willing to learn boxing, go to the trouble of finding a boxing master. Anyway, your family is not short of money, and you have no qualifications for martial arts. It is not difficult to find a martial artist who travels far away to teach you boxing by pinching your nose. It is better than being here every day. Punch the bastard and poke me in the eye."

The young man's surname is Zhao, his name is Duanming, his body is upright, and his Taoism is bright, which means what a good name. It's a pity that the homophony of his name is fatal. The young man always thought that it would be better if his surname was Li. It would be easy for others to make fun of him. He only needed to report his name and he could regain his place.

The young man was born into a wealthy family of the first rank in Da Li, the Tianshui Zhao family, one of the surnames of the Shangzhu Kingdom in Da Li, and Zhao Duanming was the eldest son of the family.

Among all the surnames of Shangzhu Kingdom in Dali, Yuan, Cao, and Guan are the first. Then there are the Yu family and the Tianshui Zhao family, followed by the Fufengqiu family, Poyang Ma family, Zizhao Yan family, etc. The gap is not big.

Zhao Duanming asked while boxing: "Master, how old do you think Zhou Haijing is? Is she really fifty-six years old? She doesn't look like it. I looked at her from a distance a few times before, tsk tsk tsk, she's so fertile, I We both like Cao Jiugui very much. I have made an appointment with Cao Jiugui. When Zhou Haijing fights with others at the Fire Temple, he will definitely help me pick a good seat. Take a closer look. The martial artist asks about the boxing. If the woman wears a night dress again Yi, hehe."

The old man smiled angrily and said: "Don't hang out with Cao Se'ai from now on. Great martial arts masters like Zhou Haijing have superb boxing skills and often have good looks. You can't tell your true age just by looking at them. They are similar to us qi practitioners." . And remember, I won’t stop you from watching the battle, but you must keep your eyes peeled. I heard that Zhou Haijing has a bad temper and is far less easy to talk to than Zheng Qian.”

The young man closed his fists and stood still, grinning and said: "Age is not a problem. The female junior is holding gold bricks. Master, please do the math, how many gold bricks can I hold?"

The old man sneered and said, "It's unreasonable for you to be able to practice even your arithmetic."

This disciple was really lucky. Before he started to practice, he was inexplicably struck by lightning three times when he was young and didn't die.

Zhao Duanming rubbed his chin, "They are all the four great masters of martial arts. Zhou Haijing ranks at the bottom, but his appearance and figure are better than that of Zheng Qian."

Chen Ping'an hid his figure and stood on the wall not far away. He was originally paying more attention to the carriage, but by the way he remembered the young man's words.

As for the roof of the tall building in Tianlu Pavilion in the capital, the young monks were still there, so Chen Pingan took a few more glances.

Everyone hangs a waist badge, but it is not an innocent badge issued by the Yamen of the Ministry of Punishment. It only has one word engraved on it, which is chosen from the twelve earthly branches.

Apparently, among the six people, there was one Confucian, Buddhist and Taoist, one sword cultivator, one Talisman cultivator, and one military cultivator.

And they are all extremely rich. Not to mention the outermost clothing, they all wear the highest-grade warp armor and a robe outside, as if they are ready to fight with others at any time.

Now it seems like someone is starting to take over.

A young woman, in addition to her armor and robe, was wearing a round-collared Yunjin robe produced by the Jiankang Brocade Department. She spread her hands and said with a smile: "I'm taking the throne, I'm taking the throne." I'll bet on whether Chen Jianxian will go to the palace tonight, and I'll pay one for one. "

The other five people threw out fairy coins one after another, mostly Xiaoshu coins, two Guyu coins, and some people only gave one snow coin. She was a military monk who looked like a little girl, wearing a flower gauze with woven gold bird feathers, and the moonlight was cold. , the satin surface is as bright as running water.

The young woman picked out the snowflake and asked doubtfully, "That's it?"

The little girl crossed her arms across her chest and said depressedly, "My aunt is really out of money today."

The young Taoist priest sat cross-legged and said with a smile: "I have accumulated so much dowry money over the years, take it out and gamble a lot to make a lot of money."

A young monk with fair features and beautiful eyes, wearing plain gauze Zen clothes, clasped his hands together and said, "Buddha wishes this disciple good luck in gambling today."

There was only one young sword cultivator who was taciturn. After losing the Guyu money, he lay down and closed his eyes to rest, and continued to warm up Feijian.

These six monks include those with the surname of Zhu Guo on their heads, some whose parents are Taoist priests in the mountains, and some who come from poor backgrounds in the city. They were all carefully collected by Nian Ganlang of the Ministry of Punishment of the Great Li. The oldest one is only ninety. The youngest is only a teenager. Apart from them, there are a total of eleven people and twelve earthly branches. Now there is only one vacant position, missing a pure martial artist. They don't have a fixed preacher, and they don't have a formal ancestral hall genealogy status. However, among the several great masters who teach boxing, there is Song Changjing, but he only gives little guidance, just a few times. In addition, there are Mohist rangers and swordsman Xu Ruo. The ones who taught them the method of fortune-seeing were several former tiger kings from the old mountains of Dali. In addition, there were several outsiders with hidden backgrounds and unclear moral traditions. Even the Ministry of Rites and Punishment had no control over them.

There are six people present. Everyone has their own natal objects belonging to the five elements. They have the five-color soil of the new five mountains of Aquarius Island, the Dadu water transport of the new Qidu, a huge amount of gold and copper coins, a locust tree, and a kind of water. fire.

Each one of them is the most outstanding monastic genius in Aquarius Continent. Except for a few of the youngest, the other monks have participated in several assassinations of the Savage Army tents during that war, such as the young Taoist priest who is over ninety years old. , on the battlefield of Dadu, he had already "died" twice, but with his unusual Dao roots, this person didn't even need Da Li's help to light the natal lamp. He could just change his skin without falling. Continue to practice.

Chen Ping'an jumped off the wall and appeared at the corner of the street. He no longer concealed his presence and quietly waited for the arrival of the Minister of Rites. In fact, he was an acquaintance, the old Minister Dong Hu.

Old Yuanying put away the dojo and stood at the alley with his disciple Zhao Duanming. The old man frowned and said, "Again?"

Is this place a place where you can wander around casually? Why don't today's young people listen to advice and wait until they feel pain to remember?

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "I'm disturbing the old immortal master's practice. I'm waiting for someone here. Maybe after we finish talking, we can go to the house to read."

The old monk shook his head and was too lazy to say anything. At most, when asked at the Penal Department Yamen, he just said that he was a charlatan with no eyesight, so there was no need to make a fuss about it.

The old man stopped suddenly, turned around and saw the carriage stopped and the Minister of Etiquette, Dong Shilang, walked out.

Chen Pingan took the initiative to bow and said: "I have met Mr. Dong."

Dong Hu quickly stretched out his hand to lift the young mountain master's arm, "Master Chen, you can't do it, you can't do it."

After the old servant laughed, he said bravely: "May I ask Lord Chen, what does it mean to visit the capital?"

Chen Pingan smiled and asked: "What do you mean, Your Majesty?"

Dong Hu said cautiously: "It depends on what Shanzhu Chen means."

In the distance, on the ridge of the roof, a woman holding a wine flask appeared with both fingers. The young woman who had just sat down to collect money smiled sweetly and said, "Aunt Feng."

The woman's voice was naturally charming and she said with a smile: "You are not brave enough to take over the throne right under someone's nose."

The young woman asked in surprise: "Aunt Feng, has he discovered us a long time ago?"

On the side of the alley, Chen Ping'an heard the words of "Aunt Feng", and she actually confessed to the old servant, and came back as soon as she said she was going, but she disappeared in the blink of an eye, and went straight to the roof.

Wearing a fluttering green shirt, he suddenly appeared and stood at the eaves.

On the night when he was fourteen years old, the covered bridge that included the stone arch bridge had not yet been demolished by the Dali court. Chen Pingan followed Mr. Qi and walked on it. As he walked forward, except for the old man in the backyard of the Yang Family Medicine Shop, Several voices were also heard.

The woman looked at Chen Ping'an and asked with a smile, "Is something wrong?"

Chen Ping'an narrowed his eyes and said: "I was young and ignorant. I only heard his voice but never saw his face. I didn't expect to see the true face of my senior here."