Sword of Coming

Chen Ping'an planned to ask the old monk Liu Kai for some landscape reports, both from his own continent and from other continents, the more the better.

On the way to the alley, a young Honglu Temple official came. He took the initiative to find Chen Ping'an. His official rank was not high. He had just risen to Qingliu from the ninth rank, but he was temporarily in charge of the administrative department of the capital and temple. Although he is an official, he is a Taoist who cultivates in the sea-viewing realm. He respectfully handed over a wooden official badge to Chen Ping'an. He spoke Dali Mandarin with a hint of the local accent from Xunzhou. He said that the temple minister had personally ordered him to be responsible for communicating with Mr. Chen. If anything happened, he would greet him and be on call. Available. In addition to the official wooden plaque, he was also given a simple sword box with the word "天" engraved on it. It was small and exquisite, no more than the size of a palm. The young official himself hid the box with the word "地" to facilitate the flying swords of both parties to send messages.

The young man's name is Xun Qu, a man of great talent and beauty, and he was born as a second-class Jinshi in Xinke.

Nanxunfang, located on the right side of Qianbu Corridor, is lined with government offices. Honglu Temple is one of them, and it is a neighbor to the government office of the Ministry of Industry where Guan Yiran is located.

Chen Ping'an looked at the wooden official plaque. On the front was the preface of Honglu Temple. On the reverse side, this card is worn by court officials. Those who do not have the card will be punished according to the law. The borrower and the borrower are equally guilty. No need to leave Beijing.

Looking at the handwriting, it was the handwriting of the head of the Zhao family in Tianshui. In fact, the stone inscriptions that are commonly used in government offices of all sizes were also written by the head of the Zhao family.

At first, Chen Ping'an was surprised that the Dali imperial court would send a small official from Honglu Temple to temporarily take charge of the temple repair affairs in the capital to follow him. No matter the young man's yamen, official rank, or monk's level, it was actually inappropriate. When I heard the young man's name, I understood the hidden thoughts of the Dali court. Xunqu was from the local Han tribe of the Dali vassal. The key was that he was a close friend of his student Cao Qinglang. Cao Qinglang came to When he was taking part in the imperial examination in Beijing, he and Xun Qu stayed together in a temple in the capital. They were two poor men, enjoying themselves in hardship and studying in their spare time. They often visited the bookstores and markets with many antiques and antiques, just looking at them.

Over at Luopo Mountain, Cao Qinglang only mentioned Xunqu among all his colleagues in the imperial examination year and officialdom, so Chen Ping'an remembered the name of this student in the same year as the officialdom.

With a smile on his face, Chen Ping'an returned the wooden official badge to Xun Qu and joked: "In a few days, when I have some free time, we will go to Xi Liulichang together to buy books and seals. I'm sure Honglu Temple is the one who paid for it. When you have the rare and rare books that you have long admired and the seals are carved by everyone, just give me a hint in your eyes and buy them all. I will give them to you later. Naturally, you will not count yourself as someone who is pretending to be a public servant and enriching your own pockets."

Xun Qu nodded lightly, understanding. No wonder Cao Qinglang doesn't study hard, is flexible and confident in everything, he learned it from his husband.

But this Mr. Chen is indeed much more approachable than he thought.

Chen Ping'an put the small sword box into his sleeve and said: "Class Xunxu, I really need your help with something. Send some reports from the mountain mansion to the house. The more the better."

Xun Qu left immediately, saying that he would be busy and Mr. Chen would have to wait for about an hour.

Chen Pingan nodded and went to the alley. He told Liu Gao first not to stop the young man named Xun Qu from Honglu Temple. The old monk naturally had no objection. He was just a sea-viewing monk, so there was no sense of accomplishment in stopping him. .

Chen Ping'an arrived at his senior brother's house and left the door open. He picked a few books to read in Renyun Yiyun Building and waited patiently for the young man to deliver the newspaper.

An hour later and a stick of incense still needed, a carriage stopped near the alley. Xun Qu got out of the carriage and walked into the alley. He called Mr. Chen softly at the door and held it in the young man's hand. Holding a paper bag, Chen Ping'an came to the door without inviting the young official into the house. Xun Qu glanced at the courtyard door, bowed respectfully and left. Chen Ping'an returned to the library and sat on a huanghuali armchair produced in Danzhou. He opened the bag and found that in addition to more than a dozen landscape newspapers from different sects in the world, there were also imperial palace newspapers from the six yamen of the Great Li court. .

Yichi Lane and Chier Street are not far from Nanxunfang and Kejia Lane where there are many government offices. Xunqu can come and go in about half an hour, which means that these twenty-odd residence newspapers are It was collected in less than half an hour. Except for the Shanshui Di newspaper under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Rites, it was easy to collect. In addition, Honglu Temple had to visit seven or eight heavily guarded government offices. As for the imperial palace newspaper, it was proactively sent , was it the suggestion of Xun Qu himself or the intention of the minister of Honglu Temple? Chen Pingan guessed that the former was more likely. After all, the word "non-responsibility" is one of the top knowledge of Gongmen practice.

When Chen Ping'an was flipping through the Shanhai Sect Residence newspaper, he frowned. He didn't understand where he had offended this large sect of the Middle Earth Divine Continent. It must be said that he was thrown there by the Li Sheng last time and was mistaken for a good person. A disciple who broke through the sect's restrictions, and then was vengeful? It's not like that. Nalan Xianxiu, the founding father of a woman who likes to smoke dry cigarettes, seems to be easy to talk to. But in the end, the first person who leaked her name to the newspaper was the Shanhaizong. Is it possible that he was implicated by A Liang? Or is it because senior brother Cui Chan broke the heart of a Shanhaizong fairy in his early years? Also, he, his junior brother, was looked down upon?

Suddenly a gust of breeze blew through the library, and twelve jars of Baihua Brew instantly fell on the desk. Aunt Feng's voice sounded in the breeze, "I made a bet with Literary Saint. I am willing to admit defeat and give it to you." Send twelve jars of Baihua Brew."

Chen Pingan asked: "Has my husband left the Fire Temple?"

Aunt Feng replied: "Let's go. I helped send Wen Sheng on a journey through mountains and rivers to the west coast of Aquarius Continent."

Chen Ping'an thanked her and said with a smile: "If Aunt Feng feels sorry for the wine, just bring back Baihua Brewing and treat it as a thank you gift from this junior."

Aunt Feng said: "No need, I still have hundreds of jars of Baihua Brewing. I don't need these twelve jars."

Chen Pingan remembered, Bai Lai Tan.

With more thoughts, Chen Ping'an put it on the official residence newspapers, leaned on the table, took out the pot of Baihua brew that had been opened in the Fire Temple, and a plate of salted soybeans, reading them with gusto.

A Wailang named Li Chui, a member of the Ministry of Industry of the Capital, was proficient in hydraulic engineering and drew a map of the Dadu River. However, the project was huge and involved the diversion of several rivers tributary to Dadu, and the imperial court still needed to send people to conduct on-site inspections. Some officials proposed the large trees in Yuzhang County, Hongzhou. Nowadays, the demand for them by the nobles in the capital is so great that those who steal the huge trees are still unable to stop them. As a result, armed fights often occur between officials and thieves. In the territory of Yunzhou, which belongs to the Huangting Kingdom, a fifty-mile-long stream was found. It has not yet been named. The water quality is as good as a sweet spring. After inspection by Kanyu from the Qintianjian, it is very likely that it is the site of a dragon palace in the ancient Shu Kingdom. Wuzhou is home to a cocoon mountain. At the end of last year, the number of looms reached 1,200, with an annual output of 30,000 looms. The imperial court could reconsider setting up a weaving courtyard here. An official named Wang Qinruo from the Ministry of Rites proposed a statistical summary of a country's genealogy and branch trees, as well as the main ancestral hall, branch ancestral halls and branch ancestral halls of all states, counties and ancestral halls. Someone from the Ministry of War proposed to abolish some post stations to reduce the number of subordinate staff and avoid redundant officials. They elaborated on the pros and cons of this move...

After flipping through the newspaper, Chen Ping'an put it in his sleeves, sat on an armchair, closed his eyes and rested, and with his mind concentrated, he began to tour the major natal Qi palaces in the small world.

When we arrived at the Water Mansion, there were two paintings of the "Rain Master" door gods with blurry faces posted on the door. They could be identified as a man and a woman. The little people in green clothes inside saw Chen Pingan, and they were all very happy and a little drunk. Yes, it was because Chen Pingan had just drank a pot of Baihua Brew, and there was another sweet rain in the water house. Chen Pingan greeted them with a smile, and looked at the large painting on the wall of the water house. There are more and more gods in the water painting, and they are vivid. Each painted mural is like the real body of the god. Because the road is close to the water, the watermark was refined on the sea of ​​clouds in Old Dragon City. Later, he served as a Fan Junmao, the female tiger king of Nanyue, personally helped protect the Tao, because during the refining process, Chen Pingan accidentally found an extremely rare water method "Tao", which was the text composed of these boys in green. In fact, It was an extremely superb Taoist formula that could be taught directly to his direct disciples and passed down as an inheritance from the Ancestral Master Hall of a mountaintop immortal mansion, so much so that Fan Junmao mistakenly thought that Chen Ping'an was the reincarnation of the Rain Master.

Chen Ping'an squatted beside the pond with his hands in his sleeves, smiled and said to a few older boys in green: "We made an appointment at that time, and we will take you back to the Biyou Palace where the River Goddess is buried. , don’t be surprised that it took so long, next time the Luo Luo Shanxia Sect chooses Tongyezhou to be located, I will send you home."

The boys in green were both happy and sad.

After entering the Dragon Gate realm in his early years, Chen Ping'an refined the two ancient swords traded by the demons outside the world into the two dragons in the "Longqiu" pond, and the water transport that was first condensed and manifested by the water elixir. The dragon was turned into a water-carrying pearl by Chen Ping'an. Finally, in addition to the water seal of the water house and the water map of Dadu, a dragon pond pattern with two dragons chasing the pearl was formed.

Chen Pingan took out two jars of Baihua Brewing from his sleeves and placed them next to the pond that was still ranked as "Dragon Qiu" for the time being. He opened the red paper and mud seal, and two dragons, one black and one white, poked their heads out of the water. The dragons began to drink in the water, but they didn't seem to dare to look at the owner Chen Ping'an.

After leaving Shuifu, Chen Ping'an went to the mountain temple, sprinkled the thousands-year-old soil used to seal wine in Baihua Blessed Land at the foot of the mountain, and gently tamped it with his hands.

Mountains and rivers are dependent on each other. Water accumulates to form abyss and dragons grow out of it. Earth accumulates to form mountains and wind and rain thrive. This is why the direct descendants of the Ancestral Hall and the Immortal Master of the Genealogy will try their best to collect the natal items of the Five Elements and the eleven Qi Practitioners of the Earthly Branches. This is the case for everyone. The proud man of heaven is worried about the immortal money and the treasures of heaven and earth. The most important thing is a mountain treasure with the rank of half-immortal soldier. Just imagine that the Fu family of Old Longcheng was rich in the early years and had a good way of making money. After thousands of years of hard work and accumulation, they only had three and a half immortal weapons.

Chen Pingan planned to say hello to Ning Yao over at the inn, saying that he would stay at the house to practice today. He walked around the desk, came to the door, and tentatively shouted: "Ning Yao, can you hear me?"

There was no response from Ning Yao's inner voice.

Chen Pingan had no choice but to run to the inn, but as soon as he reached the door of the house, he heard Ning Yao ask: "Is something wrong?"

Chen Ping'an said: "I'll stay here for now. Let's go see Yu Hong and Zhou Haijing's ring together tomorrow morning?"

Ning Yao said there was no problem, but Chen Ping'an suddenly remembered that if he didn't stay here, he could stay at the inn? Feeling a little worried, I simply walked to the alley, went to the white jade dojo, and chatted with the master and apprentice. The young man Zhao Duanming had just finished a big week and was practicing those eye-catching fist and kick moves. The monk sat on the futon, and Chen Ping'an squatted on the side, asking the young man for a handful of spiced peanuts. Liu Gao asked, "How did you get involved with Honglu Temple?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "I have a student named Cao Qinglang, have you heard of it?"

Liu Gao thought for a while, "The second in the new subject?"

Chen Ping'an hummed, "Cao Qinglang and the Xunxu Class of Honglu Temple are in the same year as the examination hall. When we went to Beijing to participate in the Spring Examination together, we got to know each other and have a good relationship."

Liu Gao asked in confusion: "Why is that student of yours only the second in the rankings and not the number one scholar?"

Chen Pingan was too lazy to talk nonsense. He just squinted at the old monk and threw the peanut shell on the ground.

Zhao Duanming yelled and punched, shouting: "Master, you don't know, my grandfather said that Cao Qinglang and Yang Shuang were full of talents and flourished in the imperial examination, not to mention Cao Qinglang and Yang Shuang. The second-best and third-best candidates are the top few Maolin Lang among the top two Jinshi. In the past, it would have been easy to get the top pick."

Liu Gao said casually: "There is a Spring Festival in the capital every three years, and there is nothing unusual about getting first or third place every time. Let me see, since I haven't won the top prize, I might as well get the third best in the exam, and still be able to compete with that one." The youngest Jinshi, the two rode horses together in Beijing and stole the show. If I remember correctly, Yang Shuang was 18 years old at the time, and the other little guy was only 15 years old at the time? How old was your student Cao Qinglang at that time? ?Isn’t it a crown jewel?”

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Is Master Liu honored this year?"

Liu Kao stroked his beard and said with a smile: "If I had taken part in the imperial examination when I was young, I would have been the best candidate to ride a horse."

Chen Pingan left the white jade dojo, and the young man said in a low voice: "Master, that Cao Qinglang is very powerful. My grandfather chatted with old friends from the Ministry of Rites in private and mentioned him specifically. They talked about economy and military preparation. Cao Qinglang recognized that he was ranked No. 1 in the examination paper One, the presidents of the two departments and more than a dozen room masters even specially gathered together to mark the exams."

Liu Gao laughed and said: "Nonsense, didn't I know that Cao Qinglang was not simple? The master deliberately blocked Chen Ping'an. He was not satisfied with having Pei Qian as the first disciple of the mountain, and he also had a proud student who got second place in the exam. , Why are you showing off to me?"

Zhao Duanming said cautiously: "Master, you should be careful when walking at night in the future. I heard from Brother Chen that Zhao Shilang of the Ministry of Punishment was hung from a tree."

The old monk's eyelids trembled when he heard this. He threw a servant of the capital to hang on a tree? Liu Gao wondered: "Zhao Yao from the Ministry of Punishment? Isn't he the same hometown as Chen Ping'an? Moreover, he is also a scholar of the same cultural background. The relationship is very tense? Isn't it? I heard you say before that Zhao Yao also took the initiative to come here to look for him. Passing Chen Ping'an? This is very taboo in officialdom."

Zhao Duanming nodded and said: "Yes, they seem to have a good relationship, and the relationship between uncle and nephew is as familiar as ours and Brother Chen. So master, you have to be careful."

Liu Gao said angrily: "Why did you go there earlier?"

The young man said aggrievedly: "Master, you just had a lot of witty words, and you were full of witty words, but there were hidden needles in the words. I heard it very interestingly, and I couldn't bear to interrupt."

The old monk glanced at the peanut shells on the ground next to the futon and said with a smile: "Duan Ming, tomorrow you and Cao Jiugui are going to watch people fight in the ring. I'll take your brother Chen with you to help occupy a good place. "

Zhao Duan understood clearly and said: "Brother Chen, whenever he needs my help, he himself has an innocent card issued by the Ministry of Punishment."

The old monk complained: "At least it's your intention, but you don't understand this? You are still a son of an official, so you were struck dumb by lightning?"

Zhao Duanming said "Oh" and continued to use the self-taught martial arts style. I wonder if he can receive one and a half punches from martial arts masters like Yu Hong and Zhou Haijing?

The next day, near the Fire Temple, a famous mountain-top boxing competition was about to begin.

The old innkeeper originally wanted to talk to Chen Ping'an and bring his daughter with him to avoid being missed by little thieves or libertines, but he never thought that his daughter would disappear early in the morning, probably with those few friends. After making an appointment to go to the market there first and then get a seat early, the old man had no choice but to give up.

The news of this boxing competition actually started to spread throughout the streets and alleys of the capital a month ago, so when they approached the Fire Temple, which originally only required a stick of incense, Chen Pingan and Ning Yao walked for a full half an hour. The crowds of people along the way, coupled with the large and small vendors lining both sides of the road, made the nearby roads leading to the martial arts field behind the Fire Temple increasingly congested. From time to time, women screamed, or panicked because they had lost something. There is a young man or a young man with nimble steps, who shuttles through the crowd like a swimming fish. Whether it is the property of ordinary people or the body of a young woman, once he gets his hands on it, he will disappear in an instant.

Ning Yao began to regret following Chen Pingan here to join in the fun. It was too noisy and noisy. In such a short distance, Chen Pingan stopped five or six groups of disciples who tried to get close. One of them was killed. Chen Pingan smiled and grabbed his wrist, pulling his toes to the ground. He immediately turned pale with pain. Chen Pingan let go of his hand and slapped the opponent on the head. The latter became dizzy and immediately led the person to get away. After a few times, there was no more Anyone dares to come here and take advantage, damn it, these young man and woman are the practicing masters!

On the road, a group of thieves were picked up by several officials and hit hard on the head with a scabbard. They fell to the ground with blood streaming from their foreheads. They all squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands. Finally, they obediently handed over a lot of money bags. There are also many sachets touched from women's bodies. Among them was an elderly government official who seemed to know one of the young men. He pulled him aside, glared at him, scolded him a few words, and asked the young man to leave immediately. The rest were all taken to the county government by a subordinate. .

Yu Hong, with white hair and a burly figure, is a warrior from the old Zhu Ying Dynasty. It is said that he is already 150 years old and is getting stronger with age. He actually broke through and climbed to the top of the mountain a few years ago.

Following a designated route given by the Ministry of Punishment in advance, the old master rose from the ground in the south of the capital, landed in the wind, and appeared in the square behind the Fire Temple in an instant, attracting waves of loud cheers. .

As for the female Grand Master Zhou Haijing, who was born in a small vassal country along the southwest coast, she still has not shown up.

Before reaching the top of the mountain, Zhou Haijing was an unknown person. He was a seaside fisherman and seemed to be the daughter of a fish market owner. She is fifty-seven years old this year, but she has a young face in her early twenties, a slender figure, and is rumored to be very good-looking. Almost all the children of meritorious ministers in the capital today come to her. As for Yu Hong, what is there to see? , look at the old man’s tendons?

Not far from the martial arts arena, there was a carriage parked at the entrance of the alley. In the carriage, there was a young woman sitting cross-legged, breathing long and calmly.

She holds a piece of flower cake in her hand, which is called hand-brushing incense. It is an extremely popular thing in the capital. Once it is brushed, the fragrance will remain on her hands all day long.

Things from one continent and hundreds of countries gathered in one city of Dali.

The driver who drove her was an extremely elegant and handsome man, wearing a snow-white robe, with a piece of green bamboo hanging from his waist, and a long sword "Green Pearl" on his back.

The woman held the flower cake with one hand and, separated by a curtain, she laughed softly with the coachman outside and said, "I am wronged by Mr. Su to become this coachman."

The driver, whom Zhou Haijing respectfully calls Mr. Su, is none other than the Green Bamboo Sword Immortal Su Lang from the Songxi Kingdom in the central vassal of Aquarius Continent.

Not long ago, Su Lang had just finished seclusion and successfully entered the Far Traveling Realm. Now he has secretly served as the second-class worshiper of the Da Li Xing Department. Moreover, he and Zhou Haijing met in the Jianghu in their early years. Of course, for this female master who has good looks, Su Lang There was an idea, but unfortunately one was intentional and the other was unintentional. This time Zhou Haijing was going to have a fist fight with Yu Hong in the capital, and Su Lang had to do his best to serve as a landlord in both public and private matters.

Zhou Haijing put down the flower cake, then picked up a dressing mirror and looked left and right, extremely carefully. No matter how he looked at it, he saw that she was a lovely and beautiful woman, a peerless beauty.

Then she showed a look of self-pity. She was really old, but she still didn't have a man she liked. It's a pity that with beauty makeup, there was no one to ask whether it was appropriate or not.

Su Lang said: "I wonder if Pei Qian will come over to watch the battle?"

Among the four great masters of Yizhou Martial Arts Review, Pei Qian ranks second, the youngest, and has the best reputation.

Zhou Haijing, who was dressed in a goose-yellow dress, shook her head, and while lightly putting a yellow patch on her forehead, she said: "She will probably come, but she may hide her figure. It can be seen that Pei Qian is not a person who doesn't like false fame. "

Zhou Haijing glanced at the makeup box at his feet and frowned slightly. It was not easy to earn some dowry money. There are still a lot of picky and distracting things to fill on the head. I have no choice but to have a rare opportunity. There is no such shop in this village. In advance, I had to deal with various shops in the capital, including silk, satin, powder, and hairpins and jewelry. There are more than a dozen of them. Everyone has negotiated the price in advance. If there is a breach of contract and anything is missing, they will have to pay a lot of money afterwards.

Su Lang reminded: "Yuhong is here."

Zhou Haijing hurriedly packed up, stood up, bent down to lift the curtain, and jumped out of the carriage. She was covered in jewels and jewels. She didn't look like a martial artist who was about to compete with others, but more like a rich woman who was used to a hard life and suddenly became rich, so but All valuable items that can be displayed lavishly are put on the body, head and hands.

Su Lang couldn't hold back his laughter, it looked really funny, but if he thought Zhou Haijing was weak in fists and feet because of this, it would be a big mistake.

Zhou Haijing did not rush and showed up at the martial arts arena. Stopping next to the carriage, she carefully supported a golden hairpin that seemed to be "peeping out of the cliff" and said, "Don't laugh, Mr. Su didn't Having lived through hard times, you don’t know how difficult it is to make money.”

On the roof of a restaurant far away from the martial arts arena, young Zhao Duanming stretched out his hand to strangle a man's neck and said angrily: "Drunkard Cao?! Is this what you call a tower near the water, a treasure of Feng Shui!?"

Cao Gengxin, who had returned to the capital for promotion from the Longzhou Kiln Affairs Supervisor long ago, patted the young man's arm and coughed: "Duan Ming, you are a cultivator. Such a small distance is still a slight difference. You can still see it." It's really clear. Besides, the view here is wide, you have to admit it, right? Let go and accidentally strangle the imperial official, it is a big sin."

Instead, Zhao Duanming increased the force on his hands and said angrily: "The dignified servant of the First Division of the Capital City, I begged grandpa to sue grandma, but in the end I asked for such a position. Who slapped my chest with me before and made a fuss with me?! "

Cao Geng's heart lurched, his eyes rolled, and his head drooped.

Zhao Duanming quickly let go of his hand, and Cao Gengxin immediately straightened his back, took off the wine gourd that was rubbing against his waist, took a sip of wine, stretched his neck, and looked at Zhou Haijing on the other side of the carriage at the entrance of the alley. He was so slim and graceful. Trembling and ready to come out, it is difficult for ordinary men to grasp it. Cao Gengxin looked down slightly, wiped his mouth, squinted his eyes, stretched out his two fingers, measured it from a distance, and said with emotion: "Sister Haijing, her name is well-deserved, her legs are really long."

Zhao Duanming glanced at Cao Gengxin's crotch. Cao Gengxin happened to be in normal sight. One big and one small looked at each other and smiled. It seemed that the other party had good concentration and could still control it. Cao Gengxin coughed and said, "Duan Ming, you need to be more decent."

Zhao Duanming sneered and said: "I heard from my second aunt that when you were only in your early ten years, you began to secretly sell erotic albums on Chier Street in Chixiang. Oh, if you can't afford it, I heard you can borrow it and read it every day. Double the price."

Cao Gengxin said with a smile: "Then did your second aunt ever say that she was one of the people behind my butt, helping me cover my house, and she got a share of the dividends. We were doing business as a partnership back then. Every time before returning home to each other's homes, we would sit together on the blue bricks under the Guan Mansion wall and count the money. Your second sister's eyes were the brightest. She would spit and count the banknotes and weigh the silver ingots and gold ingots. I want to be more skillful."

Zhao Duanming was stunned, no way, the second aunt in his impression was a well-known virtuous woman, one of the few ladies in Yichi Lane, and she had already crossed the threshold to seek marriage in her early years.

However, Zhao Duanming also knew that in his heart, the second aunt was like many women over the years, always secretly hiding an alcoholic, and then becoming in love but not being polite, which meant that it was nothing.

Zhao Duanming couldn't understand why the second aunt and the others didn't like that nerd Yuan Zhengding, but they liked Cao Gengxin, a guy who had been "full of evil and notorious" since he was a child? Is it really because of the old saying that if a man is not bad, a woman will not love him? The young man once heard his grandfather say that in the early years, there were many elders in Yichi Lane and Chier Street. They guarded against the Cao family thieves who were not doing their job every day, just like guarding against thieves. The most famous thing was that they were a few years older than Cao Gengxin. The 6-year-old daughter of the Yuan family, Yuan Zhengding's biological sister, somehow offended Cao Gengxin when she was a child. As a result, Cao Gengxin, who was only five or six years old at the time, would block the door every day. Whenever she went out, Cao Gengxin would take off her pants. .

So until now, there are still people of the same age who like to call Cao Gengxin Cao Thief.

Zhao Duanming asked in his heart: "Why don't you ask me about Mr. Chen?"

Cao Gengxin shook his head and smiled: "What are you asking? What's the point? Talking from a distance, even without saying a word, is much better than face-to-face greetings."

Zhao Duanming nodded and asked a question that both Yichi Lane and Chierjie were curious about, "Cao Jiugui, you are not young yet, why are you still a bachelor? My second aunt and others said you might be because you don't like women and like men." , so I haven’t gotten married yet.”

Cao Gengxin was so angry that he slapped his knees and said: "Good guy, let me ask you why my father and mother would ask me some weird words every now and then. My father's temper and gentleman's behavior all started to hint that I could do it. I go to the brothel more often to drink wine. It turns out that these gossipy aunts, including your second aunt, can’t get the body and mind of a lover like me, so they abuse me like this behind my back. I’m just too old, otherwise I have to As soon as they took off their pants, Guang Naer chased them and scolded them."

Zhao Duanming laughed and said, "Even if you take off your pants, Drunkard Cao, you may not be able to see anything."

Cao Gengxin lamented: "Today's Yichi Lane and Chier Street are not as interesting as when I was a child."

Then Cao Gengxin touched the young man's head and said, "I have not forgotten the old marriage of Lingjiu, and won a happy life. You are still young and won't understand."

Cao Gengxin suddenly turned around and faced the distance, picking up the wine gourd. On the ridge of a roof, a man in green shirt smiled and picked up the vermilion wine gourd in his hand.

It turned out that Chen Ping'an found him on the ground. He really didn't want to see any boxing sparring. Many people came directly from home with benches and chairs, so he had no choice but to ignore whether his identity as a "god" would be revealed. Ning Yao disappeared in a flash and came to the rooftop with a wide view.

That Zhou Haijing, with a graceful figure, walked slowly and hurriedly to the martial arts arena. She also held a pot of Xianjia wine from the mountain in her hand, and she drank as she walked.

Ning Yao was a little surprised. Is this female grandmaster who is about to challenge others too showy?

Chen Pingan only felt that it was an eye-opener. He could still make such money? You can’t even learn it by yourself.

Zhou Haijing's dress, hairpin, makeup, bracelets, drinks... She is like a moving gold-lettered signboard, helping to attract business.

Sure enough, among the crowds of people, shops kept loudly announcing that a certain item on Grandmaster Zhou's body came from a certain shop.

In the Fire Temple martial arts arena, there is an Immortal Snail Dojo. If you only look at the people in the dojo, the two sides facing each other, in the eyes of ordinary people, are as small as mustard seeds. Fortunately, relying on several mirrors, including the Changchun Palace, a group of Water curtains stand all around, showing every detail. There is a mirror on the mountain that deliberately stays on Zhou Haijing's hair bun and dress for a long time. The mirror elsewhere intentionally or unintentionally focuses on the makeup and earrings of the female grand master.

Some storytellers who were working in restaurants in the capital were particularly serious about their affairs and kept writing down the moves of the female master. The moves of the two martial arts masters after that were all true facts that would fall into their pockets in the future. Gold and silver.

Zhou Haijing threw the jug on the ground. It tasted so damn good. She had to pretend to be drinking the first-class wine, which was much more tiring than fighting. Then she tiptoed, swaying, and landed in the martial arts arena. He smiled sweetly, clasped his fists and said loudly: "Zhou Haijing has met Senior Yu."

Yu Hong returned the salute with clasped fists.

Ning Yao asked: "How will the outcome be in this boxing competition?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "From the current point of view, Zhou Haijing has a better chance of winning. The martial arts foundations of the two sides in the Nine Realms are almost the same, but Zhou Haijing has a life-or-death mentality. Putting aside their respective trump cards, the odds of winning are roughly 60-40. Well, Yu Hong came here to win punches, and Zhou Haijing came here to kill people. In fact, at their level of martial arts, fighting over each other is just a matter of mentality. people."

Ning Yao asked: "If they faced you, how many punches could they take?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said nothing, just drank.

Ning Yao said: "I have a question for you."

Chen Ping'an could only answer honestly: "If you really want to decide the outcome early, it's just a matter of one punch."

Taking a sip of wine, Chen Pingan looked at the confrontation at the martial arts arena, "But if they really want to face me, even if they know their identities in advance, they are both willing to give it a try, so I am still not as good as Cao Ci. If their opponents are Cao Ci, no matter how high-spirited he is, no matter how conceited he is about his martial arts attainments and martial arts foundation, never mind that there is no one in front of him. They are just like having a mountain or a city in front of them. They only want to learn from each other and dare not Expect to win extravagantly.”

Ning Yao asked again: "What if it is Pei Qian's Nine Realms?"

Chen Pingan thought for a while and said: "Leave aside the relationship between master and disciple, victory or defeat can be determined by three or five punches, life or death within ten punches."

"Suppose Song Changjing wants to challenge you?"

"I will definitely lose at the moment. As for how I will lose, it's hard to say unless I have played before."

Chen Ping'an suddenly said: "Two foreigners from Beiju Luzhou are here."

Chen Ping'an knew them, but they didn't know their masters.

In Luzhou in the north, there is a female martial artist and an embroiderer. The other male monk once had a fight with her at Tuili Mountain.

Ning Yao glanced at the man and said: "This person's previous experience in the Earth and Immortal Realm was greedy for more than he could chew, mixed but not refined, and his height was limited. Even if he reaches the Jade Pu Realm, the bottleneck will still be bigger in the future."

Chen Pingan held the wine gourd in his sleeves and said softly: "Being a wild cultivator, there is nothing I can do about it. I can only accept what God gives me, for fear of missing anything."

People like Song Xu and Han Zhoujin are extremely lucky in their cultivation. They are much more exaggerated than the direct descendants of the ancestral hall with the prefix "Zong". Their own qualifications, talents and understanding are already excellent, and every one of them is Qi practitioners, the refining of the Five Elements' natal objects, and the development of several Prince's Mountain Qi Palaces are all very particular, in line with their respective numerology. Everyone is gifted, especially if they all have some kind of abnormality. Everyone is born with magical powers, and everyone possesses the treasures of the immortal family. Together with a group of preachers, they are all masters on the mountain with their own magical powers. They are condescending to give guidance and practice along the way. Naturally, they will get twice the result with half the effort. Generally, the immortal master of genealogy can only I dare to say that I have made fewer detours, but this group of Taoist geniuses carefully cultivated by Da Li have not taken any detours. They have been sharpened in dangerous battles, and their Taoist hearts have been polished to perfection, no matter whether they are fighting against others. Fighting together, or joining forces to behead the enemy, they are all experienced, so they act seasonedly and have a stable Taoist mind.

As long as they work steadily and reach the upper fifth realm step by step, everyone is destined to shine on this Aquarius Island mountain.

Once the last one is filled, the twelve will join forces, and within a hundred years, they will be like a fake white jade capital walking on the Great Li. They may have a chance to kill an Ascension Realm monk, but of course it will be the Ascension Realm of Nan Guangzhao and his ilk. As for the Ascension Realm with the Dao No. Qing Mi, even if the Earthly Branches could win, it would still be difficult to kill.

Chen Ping'an's appearance in three battles was, to a certain extent, more like "filling in the gaps", helping the earthly branch monks to repair the last flaw in their respective Taoist hearts.

Chen Pingan pointed to the sachet hanging on Zhou Haijing's waist and explained: "This sachet is probably her own belongings and has nothing to do with business. Because according to the custom of the seaside fishermen in her vassal country, when a woman wears a sachet A 'Hua Xin Qi' silk sachet embroidered with a swallow pattern is worn by a woman after she gets married, to show that she belongs physically and mentally."

Ning Yao nodded, "This custom is quite interesting."

Chen Ping'an whispered: "I'm actually thinking that one day in the future, after visiting the Middle-earth Divine Continent and Qingming World, I will personally write a book similar to the Shanhai Zhizhi, specifically introducing the customs and customs of each place, down to the smallest detail. Write a few million words about him, a huge work, not for sale on the mountain, but for the business at the bottom of the mountain, mixed with some landscape stories from hearsay, it will probably be better than any fantasy novel, with small profits but quick turnover, and a small flow of water."

Ning Yao raised his chin and nodded at the rosy-looking female martial artist, "You can do business together."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Forget it, I don't care about watching this boxing contest."

Chen Ping'an moved his position so that the sword gourd was not on his waist. He leaned back and rested his head on Ning Yao's lap. He said, "Tell me after the fight and I will take you to a restaurant."

Closing his eyes, Chen Pingan actually started to doze off and fell asleep.

Song Jixin left the capital's residence and went to Baiyujing first.

After that, he accompanied the capital to Feijian and sent a message to the Dali Palace and the Ministry of Rites respectively. Then Song Jixin took a border army ferry and rushed to the capital.

According to the laws and regulations of Dali, it is not a casual matter for a vassal king to enter the capital. Precisely because Song Mu has the most authority among the vassal kings, there are more restrictions. What's more, the current capital of Dali and the capital are vaguely facing a confrontation between the north and the south.

On the way north, the ferry received a reply from Emperor Da Li, asking Song Mu to lead the mountain ferries to the wild world to meet up with the emperor's uncle.

In fact, His Majesty the Emperor only meant this secret decree: You, Song Mu, are not allowed to enter the capital without permission.

After Song Jixin got the secret letter, he just pretended that he had not seen it and continued to go north to the capital. The vassal king Song Mu was not suitable to enter the capital, but his son had to go this way. Even if he completely broke up with Chen Pingan, Song Jixin wanted to prevent the worst outcome from happening.

Standing next to him was the maid Zhigui. She asked, "Is this really true? Be careful, before you fall out with Chen Ping'an, you turn against the emperor."

Song Jixin nodded and said with firm eyes, "There are always some things that leave people with no choice."

In the world of Qing Ming, Da Xuandu is watching.

There is a young Taoist priest with a lotus crown on his head. He puts his hands on the top of the outer wall, only his head sticks out, his feet are dangling in the air, and he stretches his neck to look inside.

An old Taoist priest appeared out of thin air inside the wall, and said with a smile: "Don't look at it, you can't pick up shit to eat. If you really want to eat, there is something warm. Can I take you to eat ready-made?"

After all, there are some young Taoist boys who have just started to practice, so there are still toilets in the Taoist temple, but I don’t know if they are enough to feed this guest.

Distinguished guests must be courteous and considerate when visiting.

The young Taoist priest shook his head, "Forget it, I'm not hungry right now."

An old temple master of Daxuandu Temple.

A third leader of Bai Yujing.

When the two parties meet and chat, they always have such an ethereal atmosphere.

Daochang Sun asked: "Since you are not busy with business, what are you doing here?"

Lu Chen said with a playful smile: "What do you think?"

Daochang Sun said seriously: "I won't guess."

Lu Chen said: "I saw that there was a lot of movement here, so I ran over immediately to congratulate Bai Ye and the old temple master."

Daochang Sun frowned and said: "You never went to Tianwaitian? Yu Dou is dead, and you don't care?"

Lu Chen smiled and said nothing.

Taoist Sun twisted his beard and said with a smile: "If that's the case, then it's even. No one needs to congratulate the other in Xuanduguan and Bai Yujing."

As a Taoist watcher, Nu Guan Chunhui didn't notice the existence of the three masters until this moment. She walked out of the Taoist temple and came to the street. She said in a deep voice: "Get down!"

Lu Chen turned his head and said, "No."

Daochang Sun told her to ignore the piece of brown candy dipped in dog feces.

Lu Chen sighed with emotion: "It's just that Wen Yang's first flying sword has such a scene. It's the only one in ten thousand years. It's worthy of being white."

Daochang Sun said with a smile: "You can do it too. What's the relationship between us brothers? As long as you are willing to part ways, I will make an exception and go to Bai Yujing to help you protect your path. Brother Lu Chen, with your qualifications, you can be reincarnated." Reincarnation as a sword cultivator is not something you can just do easily. When the thunder rolls from the sky, it will be heard by everyone in the world, and it might even frighten Zhou Mi to death."

"No, no, no."

"Try it and give it a try."

"Forget it."

"So ungrateful? Where did the unparalleled and heroic Lu Chen in my mind go?"

"Bah, bah, bah, not dead, not dead, nothing, nothing."

"Chunhui, come here, if there is a bastard who dares to spit into the Taoist temple, chop him to death!"

"Sister Chunhui, don't come, don't come, I'll take back that spit now!"

There was still a flash of sword light, which Lu Chen casually put into his sleeve. He shook his sleeve and said with a smile, "It's a bit like a token of love... Here we go again! Here we go again..."

The old Taoist priest asked the female crown to return, and Lu Chen continued to lie on the wall and asked with a smile: "Have you thought about the name of Bai Ye's flying sword? Do you want my help?"

Daochang Sun shook his head and said, "Don't look for words when you have nothing to say."

If I hadn't had nothing to do today, I wouldn't have come to see this guy if I didn't scold him.

Lu Chenxiao asked: "Brother Sun, there is one thing that I still can't figure out. What did you think back then? You gave away a Taibai Immortal Sword as a gift. Why don't you care about the Fourteenth Realm so much?"

In fact, in the early years, the second senior brother Yu Dou was prepared to leave Bai Yujing for a fight. It was very likely that he and the old temple master were going to fight with their swords and go to the outer world to decide whether to live or die.

Daochang Sun sneered.

Lu Chen clasped his fists and said goodbye.

The old temple master Sun Huaizhong, the leader of the Taoist Sword Immortal lineage, is both a Taoist priest and a sword cultivator at the peak of the Ascension Realm.

Bai Ye, the most proud person in the world, once held Taibai and opened the Yellow River Cave with his sword, but in fact he was not a swordsman.

Now Bai Ye is finally a veritable swordsman.

Ruins of Jianqi Great Wall.

The sword cultivator has been obsessed with life and has never dreamed of climbing to the top of the city.

Zuo Zuo, who has always been alone, now seems to have two more followers around him, Wei Jin, a sword cultivator in the Immortal Realm, and Cao Jun, a bottleneck sword cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm.

The three of them were practicing separately on top of the city, some distance apart.

The two huts on the top of the city have long been gone, but no one seems to want to restore this scene.

More and more Haoran monks are traveling here.

Everyone was reminded by the elders of the sect, and they were warned repeatedly, so no one dared to approach those three sword cultivators. In fact, they just didn’t dare to approach those around them.

The eldest Sword Immortal threw a sword manual to Wei and Jin in his early years, as if he was just waiting for Wei and Jin to return to the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

In Cao Jun's heart lake, what used to be full of dry lotuses is now filled with thousands of green lotuses.

In his spare time while practicing swordsmanship, Cao Jun and the Confucian sages who were stationed here often borrowed landscape paintings from the Divine Continent of China to spend their time.

Cao Jun chatted with the Great Sword Immortal from Fengxue Temple today, "If I had come here earlier to practice swordsmanship, how many opportunities would I have had with my qualifications?"

Wei Jin drank wine, "Qualification is secondary, and it depends more on whether the character is compatible."

In Cao Jun's opinion, he got a sword manual here, practiced swordsmanship after returning to his hometown, became a great swordsman, and was the number one swordsman in Aquarius Island. However, he almost fell into a bad state during his training. Wei and Jin were also considered What a genius.

According to Mr. Zuo, the study of sword manuals in the Wei and Jin Dynasties was actually equivalent to a sword quiz. It would be okay if Cao Jun read the sword manual instead. Anyway, he couldn't understand it and couldn't learn it, because he was not qualified to ask sword lessons. nothing.

Cao Jun was a little confused at the time. Why didn't Mr. Zuo learn another swordsmanship by the way?

Zuo Zuo's answer was simple. The sword manual was of high rank, but he didn't need it.

Today, I stood up suddenly and squinted my eyes to look into the distance.

In the very far south.

A Liang took Ye Xiu Qingmi and went deep into the heart of the wild world, but there was not a single fight from the beginning to the end.

On this day, A Liang suddenly said: "Feng Xuetao, you can go back."

Feng Xuetao remained silent. I was dragged here reluctantly before. Let alone walking, even running, as long as I could escape, I would have run back to Haoran Tianxia and hid.

Now I don't really want to follow A Liang and do any feat of digging through the wilderness. I just don't want to leave that much. As long as my life is safe, I can take as many steps to the south as possible.

Even if he falls down a level, as long as he can return to Haoran alive, it seems to be nothing.

A Liang snorted and didn't waste any time. He spat into the palm of his hand and rubbed his forehead and temples, "Don't want to leave? Good guy, are you addicted to eating and drinking? Get out of here, don't stay here and hold me back. "

Feng Xuetao said: "I am in the Ascension Realm after all, so it is not difficult to protect myself, right?"

A Liang calmed down and shook his head, "I thought wrongly. Your enemy is not the great demon in the wild world, but me. So it's very difficult."

Feng Xuetao looked stunned.

A Liang looked around and said, "I'll draw out the sword with all my strength later. It's not serious. I'm worried that I might accidentally hurt you. What else is it if it's not holding me back? Get out of here."

Feng Xuetao asked softly: "You really don't need my help?"

A Liang smiled and said: "Do you think you can fight against the left and right? In the next fight, even I, A Liang, will need to call for a helper. Ask yourself, what can you do?"

Feng Xuetao was speechless, clasped his fists and left without saying anything, and immediately fled hundreds of miles away.

Ah Liang, who was left alone, crossed his arms across his chest and said with a smile: "Once the boss Sword Immortal leaves, we will have even more responsibility. Right?"

A flying sword named Drinker has traveled far and wide for many years.

One in the south and one in the north, two great sword cultivators in the world.

The best swordsman in the world is A Liang.

The best swordsman in the world is left and right.

They are about to join forces to draw swords.

When the guy who was holding him back finally walked away, Aliang, who was in a lazy mood, yawned, gradually calmed down, took out four borrowed long swords from the things nearby, hung them on both sides of his waist, and then Aliang One kneeled down and squatted slightly, looking forward, reaching out to hold the hilt of one of the long swords.

In an instant, within a thousand miles, the mountains, rivers and earth were instantly shattered. Before the long sword was unsheathed, there was an awe-inspiring sword intent unparalleled in the world, permeating the world.