Sword of Coming

At the entrance of the alley, there was an inconspicuous carriage parked with old curtains and ordinary horses. There was a short woman in palace clothes chatting with the old monk Liu Gao. The cheerful young man of Tianshui Zhao family was a little reserved for the first time.

The coachman was an acquaintance, and he was still standing next to the carriage with his eyes closed and meditating.

Chen Pingan walked slowly without stopping, smiling and holding out three fingers. The old coachman snorted coldly.

The woman in palace clothes stopped chatting with the old monk, and turned her head to look at the woman in a green shirt, with a hosta on her head, a slender figure, and cloth shoes. She seemed to have a leisurely attitude, not like a foreigner. It's more like strolling on your own property.

The green-robed swordsman struts around the capital, looking young and energetic, but nothing more than that.

It’s just that the young man is not carrying the long sword at the moment. It is said that it was refined from the tip of the immortal sword Taibai. However, during the battle of Zhengyang Mountain Asking the Sword, this sword has not been seen much in the world, and it is more used to suppress a mountain with swordsmanship. Most of them put the sword inside the house. Zhao Yao, the Minister of Punishment in the Song Dynasty, had a great affinity with immortality and also received a section of the Taibai Immortal Sword.

As the man in green shirt continued to approach, she frowned slightly and murmured in her heart, was the boy with clay legs in the past so tall? When the two sides chat later, wouldn’t I be at a disadvantage?

Previously in the Changchun Palace, she had picked up the landscape painting through Qin Tianjian and Benming Broken Porcelain. She only remembered the person in the painting, who had an ethereal air of immortality, a green gauze Taoist robe, a lotus crown, and a hand holding Ganoderma lucidum and white cloud shoes. She really ignored her youth. A person’s current height.

Liu Gao and the Empress Dowager Dali said goodbye, and retreated into the White Jade Dojo with his disciple Zhao Duanming, taking the initiative to isolate the world and make way for both parties to make way for the alley.

The woman in palace clothes waved to the old coachman, who drove away.

This Empress Dowager of Great Li has a good appearance and a body as thick as gel. Because she is not tall, even among women from the southern part of the continent, her stature is considered short, so she looks very small and exquisite. However, she has the golden branches and jade leaves of a man of enlightenment. Her appearance and appearance are no more than that of a woman in her thirties.

The woman's surname was Nan, and her name was Hairpin. She was a native of Yuzhang County, Tingzhou, and her family was just a local county official. After she entered the palace and became powerful, she did not follow the chickens and dogs to ascend to heaven, but fell into silence.

Her clothes are simple and elegant, and there are no unnecessary decorations. They are just produced by the weaving and dyeing institute under the jurisdiction of the Shaofu Supervisor in the capital, and weave the unique cloud pattern of the weaving and dyeing institute. It is just a wonder. The weaving craftsmanship and the silk material are not fairy goods after all. There was nothing magical about her, but she wore a bracelet with twelve snow-white beads, which were bright and lovely.

There was no one around, and naturally no one dared to pry into this place without permission. Nanhan, the most powerful woman in Aquarius Continent, actually turned to her side and made a blessing. Her expression was graceful and romantic. She smiled sweetly and said: " I’ve met Mr. Chen.”

Chen Pingan stopped, clasped his fists and said with a smile, "I have met the Queen Mother."

I took another look at the woman's bracelet and found it was truly priceless, because each bead was a "spiritual bead" recorded in "The Chronicles of Mountains and Seas", which could enlighten people's minds, remember their past lives, and make things happen in this life. Forgetting, you only need to rub this bead, and you will be able to understand. Almost all the immortals in the world will work hard to find this bead. They will welcome the reincarnated ancestors back to the mountain and give this bead to help them awaken their memory. It reminds me of the world of mortals and spiritual practice in my previous life.

Nan Hao glanced at the place where Qing Shan stopped. It was not far but not close, and she could talk to him at eye level without raising her head.

It seems that one is giving the other a huge amount of face. As the Queen Mother, Nan Hao is still willing to address her as sir, and reciprocates the favor. She is considerate and does not bully her for being small.

Nan Xiao smiled and said: "Mr. Chen, why don't we go to the house and chat slowly?"

Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "The Queen Mother is the master, so it is natural for guests to do as they please."

The two of them walked together in the alley, each approaching the wall and looking ahead. Nanzhan sighed with emotion: "Haoran is lucky enough to turn the tide together. Mr. Chen traveled to the Great Wall of Sword Qi and made many achievements. He first killed the hidden ascending demon at the border. On the sea, he beheaded the dragon king on the city wall, and served as the last hidden official as a foreigner. This kind of feat has not been done in the world for thousands of years, and I believe it will never happen again in the future. Mr. Chen in Dali is indeed a Fortunately."

Chen Ping'an put his hands on his sleeves and said slowly: "The momentum of the storm is evil, and the energy of the barnyard grass is strong, that's all."

Nan Han was silent for a moment, and when she approached the courtyard door of the house, she suddenly asked: "May I ask, Mr. Wen Sheng, are you meditating in the house right now? Will it disturb Wen Sheng's reading?"

Chen Pingan pushed open the courtyard door, shook his head and said, "Sir, you are not here."

Nan Han asked again: "Would I have wronged Ning Jianxian by staying at that ordinary inn in the market? Do you need me to arrange accommodation?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "The Queen Mother accepts her kindness, but it's just not necessary."

The two parties settled in a courtyard. Nan Hao smiled and said, "Mr. Chen, do you want to drink wine or tea?"

Chen Pingan put his hands in his sleeves, leaned against the stone table, turned around and said with a smile: "Why don't we talk about business first?"

Nan Hao smiled and said, "I wonder what Mr. Chen wants to talk about when he calls me here this time?"

Chen Pingan reached out his sleeve with one hand and said, "Bring it here."

Nan Hao looked confused, "What do you want Mr. Chen to ask for?"

Chen Pingan maintained that posture and said with a smile: "It is only natural that everything should be returned to its original owner. Otherwise, we cannot ask for a life from the Queen Mother. That would be too arrogant and rebellious."

Nan Hairao looked around and asked doubtfully: "Return to the original owner? Dare I ask Mr. Chen, what is half of Aquarius Continent that does not belong to me, Da Li?"

Chen Pingan put away his hand and said with a smile: "Forget it if you don't give it."

Nan Hao seemed a little surprised by the other party's cheerfulness. She slapped her forehead and said, "I remember. Could it be that Mr. Chen was talking about the fragments of the natal porcelain?"

Chen Ping'an said: "The Queen Mother did not wear her bracelet in vain when she went out this time."

The hairpin raised one hand, revealing a wrist as white as lotus root, "Why don't you give the hairpin to Mr. Chen? Maybe it will come in handy and solve an urgent need."

Chen Pingan narrowed his eyes and remained silent.

Somewhere inside the house, there was a faint roar of dragons on the wall, which was breathtaking.

Senior brother is right, if reasoning is useful, why should you practice swordsmanship?

The woman didn't realize it. She put down her arm and put it gently on the table. The beads rolled away slightly when they touched the stone, making a creaking sound. She stared at the side face of the man in green shirt and said with a smile: "Mr. Chen's jade." The Pure Realm is really unusual. The world doesn't know that Mr. Chen's ultimate aura is unprecedented. It is even better than Cao Ci. They still don't know that Yin Guan's Jade Pure Two Flying Swords are actually equally astonishing. Others think that Mr. Chen's practice is , Swordsmanship and boxing skills are so unbelievable, but I think Mr. Chen’s hidden clumsiness is the key to a successful career."

Seeing that Chen Pingan was unwilling to speak, she continued on her own: "The broken piece of porcelain must be returned. As Mr. Chen said, it is reasonable and reasonable for the property to return to its original owner. Why don't I give it? It must be given. . But when to give it, I don’t think there is any need to rush. This piece of broken porcelain has been kept with me for many years. I have helped Mr. Chen keep it safely and securely. In this case, Mr. Chen, why bother to rush it? "

Nan Hairpin stretched out his palm and gently brushed the table, "I can promise you on behalf of His Majesty the Emperor that we are willing to use all the Song family's heritage and Da Li's national power to help Mr. Chen reach the Immortal Realm, Ascension Realm, and Ascension Realm as quickly as possible. Bottleneck. By that time, Mr. Chen has become the leader of the Immortal Family on Yizhou Mountain, just like Chen Chun'an in Nanbosu Island, Huolong Zhenren in Luzhou in Beiju, and Liu Jubao in Aaizhou. Broken porcelain, presented with both hands, as a small congratulatory gift to wish Mr. Chen great success. During this period, the Dali court asked for nothing, not even a little bit, from Mr. Chen and from Luopo Mountain."

Chen Pingan turned his head and asked with a smile: "Is there such a good thing in the world? You don't have to pay for anything, just lie down and enjoy the blessings every day. I almost mistakenly thought that my surname was Song."

Nan Hairao was full of energy, her eyes were fixed on that one, and she said: "Mr. Chen is joking. I just said that it is a blessing for Da Li to have Mr. Chen. If you don't know how to cherish it, Nan Han, as the daughter-in-law of the Song family, I am ashamed of the ancestors of the Song family in the Imperial Ancestral Temple."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "What if the Queen Mother has the nerve to offer incense and sacrifice, and the sages and worshipers in the Song Ancestral Temple don't see it, it will be a bit embarrassing."

Nan Hao covered her mouth and smiled sweetly: "Mr. Chen has indeed changed a lot. Compared with the reticence when he was a boy, he is now very funny and funny."

Chen Ping'an nodded, "The dead Dragon Lord, half dead and white, has left Li Zhen. He was with me for many years, young and old, men and women, and everyone feels the same way."

Nan Han patted her chest and said with lingering fear: "Mr. Chen, please don't scare me. A woman is not only short-sighted but has long hair, she is also timid."

Chen Ping'an stretched out a palm towards the door, "Then I won't give it away, lest I scare the Queen Mother to death and cannot afford the compensation."

Nan Haan stood up, bit her lip, and said with sad eyes: "Then am I really leaving?"

Chen Ping'an stood up with a smile, "Then I'd better send it off to the Queen Mother and show my kindness to the landlord."

Nan Han sat back down. Before sitting down, she bent her knees slightly, leaned forward, and drooped her hands. Then she gently stroked the arc. The satin was as smooth as water. After sitting down, she raised her neck high and smiled charmingly. : "We are joking with Mr. Chen. We can't just allow Mr. Chen to be witty and not allow Nan Hao to make angry remarks, right?"

She said for no reason, "Mr. Chen's craftsmanship is very good. The bamboo sticks, bookcases, and chairs are all in good shape. I learned a lot about Nan Hairpin at the riverside shop back then."

But before Nan Hairao finished speaking, she felt a slight chill on her neck. The green shirt was no longer in her sight, but there was a scabbard against her neck. Chen Pingan smiled and asked: "Do the math. How tall is the Queen Mother after being cut across by a sword?"

The woman in palace clothes shook her head, "Nan Hairpin is just a little golden alchemist. With Mr. Chen's swordsmanship, if he really wants to kill people, there is no need to talk nonsense. No need to bluff..."

Sure enough, Chen Pingan twisted his wrist and the long sword flew back to the wall of a wing.

Chen Pingan sat down again.

The woman smiled slightly, saying that she was a minister in the south and an official in the north, that's all.

Just a sudden flash of sword light.

A head of Nan Hairpin flew up on the spot. She stood up suddenly, grabbed the head with both hands, and quickly put it back on her neck. Her palms hurriedly wiped the wound, and she just turned her head slightly, and it hurt so much that she couldn't help but get angry. Said: "Chen Pingan! Do you really dare to kill me?!"

Chen Ping'an took out a pot of wine from his sleeve, and then took out a flower god cup that came from the Confucian Temple, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank by himself, "If you say you don't dare, then don't dare."

Nanhan stood there and sneered: "I really bet you don't dare to kill me, so I'll leave it here for now. You can either wait patiently until you reach the bottleneck of the Ascension Realm, and then I'll give you back the broken porcelain pieces, or... Killing me today is tantamount to rebellion! Tomorrow there will be a large force of Li cavalry besieging Luo Mountain. Cao Ping, the hunting envoy, will be responsible for personally leading the attack on Luo Mountain. Dong Hu, the Ministry of Rites, will be responsible for coordinating the gods of mountains and rivers. You might as well bet on Sanjiang. The water gods, the various mountain gods, and the mountain lord Wei Bo will all just sit back and watch, or whatever!"

Nan Hao rubbed her neck, her soul trembling. She had never suffered such a shame and humiliation in her life. She felt a great hatred in her heart for this rebellious bitch from Mu Ping Alley. She then sneered, "Whether it's a literary saint or not, it's up to you. Including Ning Yao, a Taoist monk who cultivates swordsmanship in the Ascension Realm. Don’t forget, our Haoran is after all governed by the rules of the Chinese Confucian Temple. Not to mention the Literary Saint who has just restored his status, even the Literary Saint must respect himself. The etiquette rules established..."

I never thought that the man in green shirt smiled and stretched out his palm, and pressed it a few times, "Don't be impatient. Why are you impatient? It's just a harmless joke. Do you think fellow Taoist Nanhao is allowed to keep his mouth shut? I'm not allowed to do it accidentally." Stay with Feijian."

Nan Hao took a deep breath.

It's okay, as long as His Majesty saw that shocking scene, it would be considered as if his suffering was not in vain.

Chen Ping'an joked: "Besides, you, Nan Hairpin, are not familiar with Confucian Temple and Lisheng, but I am."

Then Chen Ping'an casually waved his sleeves and shattered a rather hidden mirror, "Your Majesty is probably looking through the fog at the moment. I don't know why the Queen Mother acted like this. I'm afraid the Qintian Prisoner will be even more embarrassed. I will never know how to get along with the Queen Mother from now on."

Chen Pingan snapped his fingers again, and the ripples in the courtyard were like clouds and water patterns. Chen Pingan twisted his fingers like chess pieces, like peeling off cocoons. Using the mysterious and mysterious magic of the immortal, he twisted a landscape scroll. On the scroll, there were palace clothes. The woman was kneeling on the ground and kowtowing to admit her mistake, kowtowing hard again and again, her eyes were blurry with tears, and her forehead was red. There was a man in green clothes squatting beside her. It seemed that he wanted to help her, but she probably had a taboo about whether the man or woman would be intimate, so I had no choice but to look shocked and mutter something to myself, unable to do anything...

Chen Pingan used his sleeves to scatter the forged "fake picture" and said with a smile: "I didn't follow the rules before. I saw Yunlou in the distance at Changchun Palace. I have already reminded you, but the result is that you still don't remember it. Nan Hairpin Fellow Taoist, my little Nascent Soul, you want to discuss Taoism with me, it’s not appropriate.”

Chen Ping'an picked up the wine glass on the table and gently twirled it, "Whether I toast or entertain the guests is Dali's choice. As for whether I drink the fine wine, it doesn't matter what you say."

Nan Hao had a lot of thoughts on this trip.

She first lowered her stature, lowered her eyebrows, and tried to lure him in. If the negotiation failed, she began to be generous, as if she was being stupid. Relying on her dual identity as a woman and the Queen Mother of Da Li, she felt that she could not be ruthless.

If it still doesn't work, she will use a trick to make Emperor Song He witness the tragic scene with his own eyes.

In the final analysis, her biggest reliance is not actually the Great Li cavalry or the power of the Song family, but one thing that she is extremely sure of. Chen Ping'an, who is in this house, is actually not the sect master of Luolu Mountain, let alone the Sword Qi Great Wall. Yin Guan, who is the junior brother of Qi Jingchun, the national master Cui Han, must not want the great situation created by the two senior brothers to be ruined in the hands of his junior brother.

Isn't it too simplistic?

The woman in palace attire smiled and instantly calmed down the overwhelming complex emotions in her heart. She glanced at the Renyun Yiyun Tower not far away and said softly: "Although I only see Mr. Chen today, Nan Hao still thinks that I reunited with two old friends at the same time.”

Chen Ping'an twitched the corner of his lips, "It's far from it. Otherwise, fellow Taoist Nanhao Daoist dared to come to this alley today, and my surname would not be Chen."

She sighed, lowered her head, and murmured: "Mr. Chen, I really can't give you those broken pieces of porcelain. This involves the great cause of my Dali imperial court. I am in the wrong. I will fight or kill you." Just let me be bullied by you."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Why, you want to repeat the old tricks again, how can a gentleman deceive you?"

Nan Hao raised her head and said, "If you are not concerned about your identity, there are actually many ways to disgust you, but I don't think it is necessary. You and I are the Great Li people after all. Once our family scandal is made public, we will be in vain for the other eight continents in the world to see us. joke."

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "For example, when the Queen Mother walked out of the alley today, her clothes were disheveled and she returned to the palace crying."

The Nan hairpin twisted the corner of his clothes with two fingers and said to himself: "I am not willing to give it to you even to death, and Mr. Chen seems to be determined to get it. It seems to be a dead end, so what should we talk about next?"

Chen Ping'an said: "Actually, there is no need to talk. Just keep the broken piece of porcelain. You might as well make a bet. I bet that within half a month at most, the Queen Mother will come to the door and return this thing."

Nan Hairao's eyes lit up, but she still shook her head and said, "I don't want to gamble. When it comes to gambling luck, who in the world can be better than Yin Guan."

Chen Pingan put away the wine bottle and the Flower God Cup, started to roll up his sleeve with his left hand, and said slowly: "Senior Brother Cui doesn't care which of the sons of the Song family will be the emperor, and Song Changjing doesn't care who is on good terms with whom. As for me, it doesn't matter to you Song. The length and breadth of Shi Guozuo. In fact, the real knot in your heart is the resurrection of Song Jixin in Clay Ping Lane in your heart. Therefore, in the long-awaited reunion of mother and son in Changchun Palace, you would feel heartbroken every time you looked at him. Once, the eldest son who had finally thought he was dead came back alive. He had already made up for all the guilt on his second son Song Mu, how could he give a little more to Song He? The late emperor who hated him the most had already made up for it. I can't bear to regret it anymore. The Imperial Master I feared the most is no longer alive. Fortunately, the Song Changjing I worried about the most was still a man named Song. Now he has gone to the wild world again, so the real thorn in my heart is the one who has been canceled again and again on the clan's genealogy. Tian Ming’s son.”

Nan Han's face was pale and her lips were trembling, as if she wanted to reprimand him harshly, but she was unable to do so. She held the stone table with one hand, and her veins popped out, showing every detail.

Chen Ping'an glanced at the woman's pretentiousness, sneered and shook his head, and said suddenly: "It seems that it is not a deadlock, but I made a mistake. Even if Song Jixin becomes the emperor instead, his son will still sit on the dragon throne." Nan Hairao said Your Taoist heart has opened my eyes. It seems that being the leader of a sect on the mountain is more than enough."

Nan Hao was slightly stunned. Although she didn't know where the flaw was, he would see through it at a glance. She no longer acted for the occasion, and her face became uncertain.

Chen Ping'an began to roll up his left sleeve with his right hand, "I remind you, within half a month, don't be smart and make trouble. The Queen Mother takes the initiative to visit, and she must return the gift. There is no way to treat guests without returning empty-handed."

Chen Ping'an tapped the table with his fingers, and a bright light flashed from a spiritual orb on the woman's hand, and the mirror was restarted. In the Dali Palace, His Majesty the Emperor and the Qin Tian Supervisor finally saw the scroll again. They were relieved. Previously, Both the monarch and his ministers were somewhat belatedly aware of the situation, and finally guessed the authenticity of the picture. It must have been Chen Ping'an who had tampered with it. No matter what, there was some movement, even if it was Chen Ping'an's deception, it was better than the dead silence in the house from beginning to end, and finally the unbearable bad news of a certain Dali court or Emperor Song He.

Over in the courtyard, in an instant, Chen Ping'an came up behind the woman without anyone noticing, reached out and grabbed the Empress Dowager of Li by her neck, and smashed the stone table hard, making a loud bang.

Kowtow is like pounding garlic.

His Majesty the Emperor was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said: "Chen Ping'an always makes trouble like this, so he has raised doubts twice. Is it interesting? What's the point?"

The old monk from the Qintian Prison thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "God knows, maybe it's because His Majesty is on purpose to appear less...a gentleman? It's like repeating the same tactics as Yuanyangzhu near the Zhongtu Confucian Temple. I would like to take this opportunity to remind the Dali court that he is not very disciplined..."

The old man stopped speaking, suddenly raised his head, and squinted his eyes to look into the distance. This old monk, who was responsible for monitoring the ups and downs of a country's fortune, suddenly lost his Taoist heart. He had to put his hand to the center of his eyebrows and silently recited the Taoist formula. With the help of his magical power, he vaguely It can be seen that a golden dragon entrenched in the Great Li Capital City was formed by the condensed dragon energy of the Song family and the luck of mountains and rivers. A claw was poked out from the clouds, as black as ink, and held down the former's head... It was just this picture that flashed. passed away, but the old monk could be sure that it was definitely not his illusion. The old monk was worried and murmured: "What a serious murderous intention. Is it possible that this kind of vision of heaven and earth manifested by the great avenue can also be faked? Chen Ping'an Now I am only at the Jade Pu Realm, and there is a large formation in the capital to protect me, so it won’t be that big of a deal.”

The woman in palace clothes stopped just as she was about to step through the courtyard gate. She raised the back of her hand and wiped her forehead to disperse the redness, swelling and bruises. Then she walked into the alley, and in an instant she was the graceful Empress Dowager of Great Li again. .

As soon as Nan Hairpin touched the alley ground, the backyard door behind him slammed shut.

Chen Ping'an, who was sitting far away in the courtyard, smoothed his sleeves, and Ning Yao asked in his heart, "Pretending?"

Chen Ping'an said: "I'm not pretending, I almost couldn't hold it back, because I'm almost certain that when my birth porcelain was broken back then, she and the founder of the Fulong lineage who hides their heads and tails are absolutely connected. Maybe the layout started very early, which is different from others who followed the bet later. Later, Song Jixin moved next door to Mubo Alley, Zhigui escaped from Suolongjing and made a contract with me. She then chose to become Song Jixin's maid, stealing The dragon spirit of 'Song He' created a potential dragon vein for herself, and she used snake gallstones as food supplements. The supervising officer Song Yuzhang built a covered bridge with the plaque 'Feng Sheng Shui Qi', which was equivalent to rebuilding a suitable place for her to practice. The Changsheng Bridge, etc... are actually the continuation of this thread. So I just stopped after thinking that it would be useless to kill. I am still not sure where the life-extending lamp of the South Hairpin is hidden. That is Her real lifeline is, maybe this woman came here just to be killed by me. In terms of acting skills, she is quite capable."

Ning Yao asked curiously: "Don't you know how to capture souls? You showed your skills at Shujian Lake back then. With your ability in Dali espionage and the relationship between the Zhenjing Sect and the Dali court, It’s impossible that she doesn’t worry about this because she doesn’t know about it?”

Chen Ping'an frowned slightly and quickly gave an answer: "Perhaps even she herself didn't know where the life-extending lamp was hidden, so she was confident. As for how she did it, maybe she used some kind of secret on the mountain in the early years. She deliberately and completely shattered that memory, even if her soul was searched afterwards, no trace could be found. For example, she defined a certain moment in the future, and she could use that spiritual bead bracelet to remember a certain item of the life-extending lamp. The clues, just like this, will still have some flaws, and it is more likely to be..."

Chen Pingan suddenly laughed, "I understand!"

Ning Yao asked: "What do you understand?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said "Wait a moment", then stepped out of the courtyard, leaned on the counter in the lobby of the inn, and said with a smile: "Shopkeeper, how do you sell that vase?"

Don’t ask whether to sell or not, just ask how to sell.

The old shopkeeper waved his hand and said, "I won't sell it."

Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "How about four hundred taels of silver, handing over the money and delivering the goods with one hand?"

The old shopkeeper smiled and shook his head, "No, just because of your stubbornness. I know that such a big piece of equipment will definitely cost more than four hundred taels of silver. Maybe your kid is from that mountain. In fact, I came here for this thing early in the morning."

Chen Ping'an laughed angrily and said, "Shopkeeper, you have to be conscientious when you speak. If I deliberately picked up the leak early in the morning and bought it for twenty taels of silver, you would feel like you made a profit."

The old shopkeeper laughed, squinting and saying nothing. Just because you don't like my daughter, I feel unhappy with you.

Chen Ping'an thought for a while and walked out of the inn directly. He wanted to confirm something first. When he got to the alley, he found Liu Gao and asked with a smile from his heart: "My senior brother, did you tell the old immortal master anything? I just want to wait." I'm here to ask? If you don't ask, just pretend it's nothing like this?"

The old immortal master exclaimed, "Can you guess all this?"

Liu Gao nodded, "The Imperial Master said, it's useless to guess this. You have to guess the content again."

At this point, the old immortal master felt powerless and thought that if Chen Ping'an had already guessed the content, why would you, Master Imperial Master, send the message yourself?

Could it be that the ideas of smart people are so unreasonable?

Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "For example, 'How many times will it be dark under the lamp?'"

Liu Gan sighed, young people nowadays cannot afford to offend. Can you even play chess with Xiuhu from a distance?

As expected of a senior brother.

Liu Gao nodded, "That's what the Imperial Master said before he left."

Chen Ping'an walked to the inn again, laughed with the shopkeeper and asked, "If I guess how many taels of silver the shopkeeper bought the vase, how about selling it to me for 400 taels of silver?"

The old shopkeeper nodded, stretched out a palm and shook it, "Okay, even if you guess correctly, the price will be five hundred taels. If you don't guess correctly, don't covet this vase in the future, and you have to ensure that my daughter Over there, you kid should stop wandering around a lot."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Fourteen taels of silver."

The old shopkeeper waved his hand, "It's wrong, wrong, get out of here."

Chen Pingan clicked his tongue and said: "You don't care about the ethics of the world at all, do you? Then I will go to Miss Liu and tell her that my family's Jianghu sect has many masters in the mountains, such as the great masters Yu Hong and Zhou Haijing, but they are nothing."

The old shopkeeper hesitated for a moment. Compared to selling a vase at a high price and selling it at a low price, of course he was more concerned about his daughter not being obsessed with evil spirits and being abducted to make a living in the world.

The old man said: "Then five hundred taels of silver, money and goods."

Chen Pingan smiled and casually pointed at the porcelain on the shelf behind the old shopkeeper, "I only spent fourteen taels of silver on the vase, and the remaining five hundred taels, I bought this one. If the shopkeeper is worried that I am still picking up leaks, just take one Just give it to me."

The old man asked: "Do you really have so much money on you?"

Chen Ping'an took out a pile of banknotes from his sleeve, "These are banknotes from our Dali Yuji Bank. They cannot be faked."

The old man twirled the banknote and saw that it was genuine. He hesitated, put it in his sleeve, turned around and went to the shelf, and picked out a piece of porcelain with the best appearance. It was definitely worthless. It was all money spent in vain in the early years. He put the colorful porcelain in it. After handing the colorful bird food jar to Chen Pingan, he asked softly: "Tell me, how much is that vase worth? Don't worry, it's already yours. I'm just curious about you kid. , this messy bastard punch, even me, who is used to doing business, is confused. I want to see how many kilograms and taels of skills I can do. Tell me, the market price, how much is it worth? ?”

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "To be honest, according to the market price of the vase, seven to eight hundred taels of silver is definitely negotiable."

The old man nodded, and he could actually accept it. The vase he bought for fourteen taels of silver in his early years had been gathering dust for many years. When he resold it, he got five hundred taels of silver. He really didn't bother to worry about the book profit and loss of the two or three hundred taels of silver. As for silver, After all, we still have to pay attention to the safety of the pocket. Our family's wealth is naturally incomparable to that of Yichi Lane and Chi'er Street. However, compared with other families, it is considered a well-off family. We will not miss out on our daughter's future dowry. We will marry in such a glorious way that our husband's family will never dare to see it. Low.

Then the old man asked curiously: "Chen Pingan, what do you do with such a big vase? Do you need the store to keep it for you? When will you hire a carriage after you leave the capital?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and smiled: "I will solve it myself."

The old man walked around the counter and said, "Then follow me. I knew this thing was valuable before, so I didn't dare to leave it here on the counter."

Following the old shopkeeper, Chen Pingan walked to a secluded backyard. As a result, at the door of the east wing, he saw a girl holding a closed umbrella, which seemed to be a long sword hanging from her waist. At this moment, She was holding her breath and concentrating, holding down the "scabbard" with one hand and looking straight ahead... because her back was to her father and the guests, and the girl was still posing there. The old shopkeeper coughed, and the girl blushed, and put the oil-paper umbrella behind her. The old shopkeeper sighed and went to the west wing of the yard. Before opening the door, he pointed at Chen Ping'an and told him to take care of it. Use your own tricks and it won't break the law, but you may be kicked out of the inn by me.

Chen Ping'an held up his sleeves with his hands and did not look at the girl. When he took the big vase from the old shopkeeper, he put it on his shoulders, then left the backyard and walked to Ning Yao's side.

The girl glanced at the back of the man in blue shirt carrying such a large vase.

Ha, you are so stupid, pretending to be a swordsman and walking around in the world, you are cheating.

When he arrived at Ning Yao's house, Chen Pingan put the vase on the ground. Without saying a word, he first offered a caged bird, then stretched out his hand to hold the mouth of the vase, and smashed it to pieces with one palm. As expected, the mystery was hidden at the bottom of the vase. Among the eight-character auspicious words, after the vase was broken, only eight crimson words were left on the ground: "The blue sky is far away, the summer is dark alone". Then Chen Pingan began to skillfully refine the characters, and in the end, except for the "green" at the beginning and end of the eight words, "With the word "Ming", the strokes of the other six characters disassembled themselves and condensed into a natal lamp between truth and illusion. The "wick" is bright and burning slowly, which is just the inscription revealed by the natal lamp. The name, that is, the text wick, is not a South Hairpin, but another name, the surname is Lu and the name is Jiang. This means that the Empress Dowager of Li is actually not from the Nan family of Yuzhang County at all, but from the Yin and Yang family of China. His descendants?

Chen Pingan put the natal lamp into his sleeve and stared blankly at the last remaining word "Qing Ming".

Ning Yao asked: "What's going on?"

Chen Pingan smiled bitterly and said: "The two characters Qing Ming are at the beginning and the end. If the first piece of natal porcelain is in the hands of this Lu Jiang, right in front of you, then the last piece of natal porcelain is, as expected, far away. Because I was probably sent to Qing Ming Tianxia by my senior brother. Maybe if I can fly there with my sword in the future, I will have to rely on my own ability to reach the fourteenth realm of Hedao under Bai Yujing's nose."

Ning Yao said: "Actually, as long as you become an Ascension Realm sword cultivator, you are qualified to use your sword to kill Bai Yujing, but you may not be able to move it."

"I've seen Dao Lao Er Yu fight before, and he is indeed almost invincible."

Chen Pingan put the two words together in his sleeves. After sitting down, he took out a pot of wine and two flower cups. Ning Yao took a wine cup on the table and said, "The flowers are pretty."

Chen Ping'an took advantage of the situation and took a wine glass from the table, nodded and said: "I've always felt the same way. Isn't it too late to find a buyer who takes advantage of me?"

Before Ning Yao drank, he asked softly: "Cui Chan is the only one who protects the Tao, but won't you find it annoying?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said with a smile: "No."

Ning Yao took a sip of wine and remained silent. She found it quite annoying anyway.

Chen Pingan raised his hand and nodded casually, "I think my freedom is to be able to become the person I want to be. It may be in a far away place. No matter how detours I take, as long as I am heading towards Going to that place is freedom.”

Chen Pingan lightly stamped his feet and said with a smile: "Pairs of broken straw sandals."

Then Chen Pingan reached out and tapped his heart gently, looking at Ning Yao blankly, and Ning Yao continued to drink with his head down.

Chen Pingan banged the table for no reason. Although the movement was not big, it actually startled Ning Yao. She immediately raised her head and glared fiercely, Chen Pingan, did you take the wrong medicine? !

Chen Pingan raised his hand with a smile, bent his thumb, and pointed at himself, "Actually, there are two letters of appointment. The one Mr. brought was later, and the one earlier, do you know what it is? I promised Ning Yao, I, Chen Pingan, must be the most powerful swordsman in the world, the most powerful, great swordsman, no matter who he is, he must give way before I strike with my sword."

Ning Yao slightly shrugged his shoulders, clicked his tongue one after another, and said: "The Jade Pu Realm Sword Immortal is really unusual, he has great potential."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Don't eavesdrop in the future. Who am I? Don't you feel at ease?"

Ning Yao laughed, got up and went to the door, opened the door suddenly, then twisted the ear of a girl who was originally pressed against the door, and asked with a smile: "Miss Liu, what are you doing?"

The girl tilted her head and laughed: "You are Ning Nuxia, right?"

Chen Ping'an was a little helpless. It was obvious that Ning Yao had previously isolated the energy of heaven and earth in the corridor outside the door. Even he didn't know that the girl came here to wander the world.

Ning Yao asked: "What are you doing sneakily?"

The girl asked: "Ning Nuxia, let's talk about it. Can you accept me as your apprentice? I am sincere. I know the rules of the world and I have to pay..."

Ning Yao let go of her hand, and before the girl could finish speaking, she shook her head and said, "No."

The girl stretched out her hand to rub her ears and said, "I think it's okay. Master Ning, think about it. When we arrive in the capital, it won't cost us anything to stay in an inn. We'd better open a martial arts gym in the capital. How much money can we save?" Right? If you really don’t want to accept me as a disciple, you can teach me a few of your sect’s unique swordsmanship skills. Think about it, when I travel around the world and make a name for myself in the martial arts world, I will tell everyone I meet that Ning Yao is me. Master, it’s like you didn’t spend a copper coin, but you got a huge advantage for nothing, what a shame.”

Ning Yao slapped the girl on the forehead and pushed gently, "If you really want to find a master, you can find the one in the room. He is the one who likes to chatter the most. Anyway, he is much more patient than me. Whatever swordsmanship and boxing skills you want to learn, you can definitely learn them." I’m willing to teach you.”

In fact, the entire Ascension City is looking forward to one thing, which is when Ning Yao will recruit the first disciple, especially a certain wine shop where gambling makes profits and losses, which makes people feel uncomfortable. Well, in the future, Ning Yao's first disciple will break through several realms in a few years. To be honest, the second shopkeeper has not been a banker for many years. Although he can indeed make money by gambling, it is still tasteless and lacks a lot of fun.

It's a pity that Ning Yao never seems to have this idea.

Ning Yao truly believed that he could not teach others swordsmanship.

Chen Ping'an had actually imagined that scene a long time ago, a pair of master and apprentice, with big eyes and small eyes. The master seems to be saying that you can't even learn this. Hasn't the master taught it once or twice? The apprentice has no choice but to feel aggrieved, as if saying, Master, you have taught me, but that is a realm and swordsmanship that even a sword cultivator in the upper five realms may not understand. Then one was puzzled and the other felt aggrieved. The master and the apprentice spent more time staring at each other every day than they spent teaching and learning swords...

Very interesting.

The girl tilted her head and glanced at the guy in the room. She shook her head vigorously and said, "No, no, no, Master Ning, I have already made up my mind. I am a bastard who eats weights. I am determined to learn from you."

If Ning Yao hadn't been accompanied by the eccentric Chen Ping'an, she would have come to visit him long ago.

This girl is probably the only one in the world who can choose between Ning Yao and Chen Ping'an who will be her master?

Ning Yao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and reminded: "Read more in the future and don't talk nonsense."

The girl wanted to give some advice, but Ning Yao raised her eyebrows slightly, and the girl immediately shut up.

Chen Ping'an looked at the girl outside the door whose facial features were vaguely similar to those of the past.

Probably she was like this when she was a girl and still on Huangli Mountain.

Chen Pingan suddenly said: "Miss Liu, there is nothing good about Jianghu. Don't go there in the future."

In this life, having parents who care about you sincerely and having a stable life is better than anything else.

Then maybe one day in the future, there will be a Shanze Yexiu named Zeng Ye who accidentally travels here and meets you, Miss Liu. Then he may burst into tears, or he may be stunned and speechless.

The girl crossed her arms across her chest and said with a smile: "Who are you? You have the final say?"

Chen Pingan smiled and stopped talking.

The girl finally left in anger. It’s hard to say whether Master Ning’s swordsmanship is good or bad. Anyway, his eyesight is not very good. He doesn’t want any apprentices who come to him. No wonder he likes such a guy.

Ning Yao closed the door, then waited for a moment, opened the door instantly, grabbed the ear of the girl who tiptoed back to the door, and pressed her face against the door again. The girl's reason was that she was worried that Master Ning would be tampered with, and Ning Yao would screw him. He held her by the ear and took her all the way to the counter before letting go. When the old shopkeeper saw this, he became very angry. He picked up the feather duster and pretended to hit her. Would the girl be afraid of this? She skipped out of the inn and went to buy a book. The landscape travelogue that had sold well in several bookstores in her early years was just not courageous enough. She felt sorry for the new year's money. She bought it late and didn't buy it. If she wanted to buy it again, she would lose it. That book Chen Ping'an, good guy, a thief has a good fortune, he likes every girl he sees, it's not serious... I just don't know, did that young man who practiced ghost magic later find his beloved Miss Su?

It's a pity that there is no sequel to that travelogue, so no one knows the outcome, which is really worrying.

Ning Yao returned to the house, remembered something, and asked, "Why were you sure you had fourteen taels of silver before?"

Chen Pingan said: "I am fourteen years old and it is my first time to travel away from home."

Probably from that year onwards, the young man ceased to be a caged bird and began to control his own destiny.

Apart from this, just like the old Master of Great Li, he made a joke that would make Nan Hao or Lu Jiang absolutely unable to laugh.

In my eyes, Cui Chan, the life of a future Empress Dowager of Great Li is only worth fourteen taels of silver.