Sword of Coming

Yanzhou Prefecture, Sui'an County.

The moon is like a hook, and the geese return south.

Dressed in a green shirt and long coat, he walked on a moonlit night walk on a stone arch bridge, followed by a young man with steady steps, it was Chen Ping'an and his disciple Zhao Shuxia.

Zhao lightly stamped his feet under the tree. The stone bridge was no different except that it was strong. He asked: "Master, is there any explanation for the name of this bridge?"

It turns out that the arch bridge across the stream under their feet was named Wannian Bridge.

The gurgling stream flows out of the mountains, and the village is named Lingjiao. The natives call themselves the source, which is very worthy of its name.

Chen Pingan chewed melon seeds, shook his head and smiled: "I checked, but unfortunately there is no clear record in the local chronicles of the prefecture and county. Most of them were funded by local sages in the early years. As for why it was named Wannian Bridge, the old people here don't know either. According to the text on the tombstone in the village, the Junwang family from an ancient country in the northernmost part of Aquarius Island moved here about seven or eight hundred years ago. This river is one of the sources of the Ximei River. One, in fact, the Longxu River in my hometown was called Wuxi in ancient times. Fate is a wonderful thing."

Sui'an County is located at the junction of Yanzhou and Yunzhou, and the Ximei River is the largest river in Yunzhou that originates from Yanzhou Prefecture. However, there has never been a river god proclaimed by the imperial court before. There has been a temple of obscenity on both sides of the Ximei River since ancient times. No.

They gathered their voices under the Zhao tree and whispered: "Master, I heard that the Great Li court found the entrance to the ruins of the ancient Shu Dragon Palace in a certain section of Wuxi River a few years ago?"

Chen Pingan nodded, walked off the arch bridge, and walked downstream along the stone road beside the stream. Looking back, there was nothing under the bridge. "It is a small inland dragon palace. It is not of high quality, but it has never been seen before in history." Qi practitioners were involved in it, so no one touched the treasure inside. According to preliminary calculations by the Ministry of Revenue, it is equivalent to the tax revenue of several wealthy states in Da Li, which is quite considerable. The key is an old Dragon Palace. If Da Li The imperial court operates properly. In addition to the orderly mining of many natural and earthly treasures, fairy flowers and herbs, and some rare minerals, it can generate a large amount of continuous income of fairy money. In addition, only water magic monks and water tribe spirits have opened dojos and caves in it. , the rent paid to the Ministry of Household Affairs every year should not be underestimated, it can be described as a cornucopia."

Now Ximeihe has welcomed the first river god in history, the Minister of Rites of Dali and the Minister of Rites of Huangting Kingdom, who jointly presided over the canonization ceremony.

Gao Niang, the first water god of the Ximei River, was once the water god of the Tieguan River. A brand new shrine was built. It was completed in less than a month. The plaque was written by an old master from Huang Tingguo and more than a dozen couplets. They are all from famous scholars in Huang Tingguo's literary world.

Along this Wuxi River, there are three villages built by the water, only two or three miles apart from each other. Each village has a surname. Occasionally, a married man is not allowed to be included in the village genealogy.

The largest village, located at the farthest reaches of the river, has 200 households, and is called Wuxi Village. It is one of the largest villages in Sui'an County. There has been a successful candidate in history, but they were all in the previous dynasty. Now Dali The dynasty, let alone the kind of Jinshi master who is a literary star, can be called a glorious ancestor if he succeeds in the exam, and the county magistrate will personally come to congratulate him.

As a result, a new private school opened this year in the village at the top of Wuxi River. On the day of the opening, a firecracker was set off. The sound was so loud that the two villages below could hear it. It was obvious that there was going to be a competition, Mr. Teacher. , is a foreigner, surnamed Chen Mingji, who came out of nowhere.

Chen Ji, bah, hearing this name, he is just a country bumpkin, definitely not the kind of scholar who comes from a scholarly family.

Zhao Shuxia smiled and asked: "Sir, he is good at fortune-telling and fortune-telling. Can you describe the feng shui of these three villages?"

Chen Pingan finished eating the melon seeds, clapped his hands, and couldn't help laughing: "It's not just to make a living, I set up a stall to cheat money, I don't even know a little bit about it, I just read a few miscellaneous books on geography, how can I dare to be casual?" explain."

But when they passed the village in the middle, Chen Pingan pointed to one of the mountain cols and said: "Since there are no outsiders, I will just follow the script and tell you a few words. According to the Situationists, have you seen it? There are three small buildings on the mountain col. The mountain bag is shaped like three umbrellas. Without this col, if it is deflated, it will be like an umbrella without a handle and cannot be supported. Otherwise, this small village can produce high-ranking officials. Among the three villages, this place has the most culture. It’s easier to produce reading seeds.”

Chen Pingan pointed to an alley in the village again, "This village has a different situation. The literary spirit is on the left hand side. It is a pity that the Meng children in the village now go to Wuxi Village to study, and they have not been able to gather their energy and learn the seeds." If you want to become a talented person, you probably need to either open a private school in the village in the future, or simply go to Yanzhou Prefecture to study."

The large and small village schools in Yanzhou Prefecture are generally like Wuxi Village. The clan and village ancestral halls donate money, open up a few acres of school land, hire teachers to open schools, and set up schools. In this way, children from poor families can also learn to read and write. When the children are older and have a little strength, most of them will drop out of school and work in the fields with their elders. Their income mainly comes from picking mulberries, raising silkworms, frying tea and burning charcoal, and living in the mountains. But if there are really good students who want to study, according to the new regulations promulgated by Da Li a few years ago, the county magistrate will select the best and teach them in person. Moreover, the county government will subsidize the village and the family with a sum of money every year. Only by being an official can you make money, but now you can make money by studying.

When he reached the entrance of Wuxi Village, Chen Ping'an turned back. Wuxi Village hired an old boy from the county town to serve as a teacher in the clan school. It was said that several clan elders had worked hard to invite him, so he couldn't come to visit him. He said that a table of wine was also set up in the county seat. There was no age limit for the Meng children who were admitted to school. The youngest was five or six years old, and the oldest was fifteen or sixteen years old. If the three villages were put together, there would be a number of seventy or eighty. There are so many students that one teacher cannot handle them, so there are two private tutors from Wuxi Village. Although the old teacher is just a boy who has participated in a few college examinations, he is not even a teacher in the strict sense. He is not even considered a failed scholar, but for a rural school in a remote country, it is not easy to receive such treatment.

The night breeze was cool, and Chen Ping'an was walking on the yellow mud road by the river, muttering to himself there.

On the right hand side is the clear and shallow Wuxi River, with moonlight flowing on the water. There are bamboo forests on the mountains, mixed with cypress, locust trees and tea fields. On the left hand side, the rapeseed flowers in the fields along the way are blooming golden.

Zhao Shuxia listened to the master's subtle voice. In fact, he still didn't quite understand why the master was so concerned about opening an elementary school.

Master's newly opened small village school at the source now has less than ten Mengtong in total. Moreover, with Master's character and work habits, he will definitely not give up halfway. This means that in at least two or three years, Master will concentrate on what he should have done in the mountains. Zhao Shuxia didn't think there was anything wrong with this move, but he just felt puzzled by entrusting his time as a monk to an unknown new school.

Most of the introductory Mongolian books are the "Three Hundred Thousand" books that are widely used in nine continents. The Mongolian children follow the masters in the school and shake their heads. First, they memorize them by rote, and then the private school teacher explains the meaning of the words word by word, and then teaches the "Four Books". The children roughly understand the meaning of the text, and then talk about the "Five Classics" and some classic ancient texts selected by the official schools of various countries. There is a sequence for Mongolian children to practice essays, compositions, and poems along the way. However, for rural schools, the focus and foundation is still the calligraphy class. . Chen Pingan personally wrote more than a thousand regular characters, and also wrote more than a thousand explanatory notes similar to exegetical annotations to match the square characters. In addition, Chen Pingan also cut, deleted, and transcribed Several copies are from Li Julang's Duiyun.

The night ship that Chen Ping'an boarded contained an entry city, and the owner of the city was none other than the "Li Julang" who was hailed as an all-rounder.

Chen Ping'an has long admired and admired Li Julang, nicknamed Immortal Couple and nicknamed Sui'an. However, it was the first time that the two of them actually met on a night boat. Because the host disliked the customs, they did not get along particularly harmoniously.

"Door to door, street to street. The day is forever opposite, the homeland is opposite to a foreign land. The Qingshu Palace on the ground, the Guanghan Palace in the sky. Master the five sacred talismans, hang the sword on the waist with the seven-star pattern... Sophora japonica is opposite to the willow, cypress is to the regular script, cooking Early leeks, pruning spring celery. Yellow dogs against green luan, water pool against the cliff. Double hanging white jade chopsticks at the foot of the mountain, nine-turn purple elixir of immortal family..."

Chen Pingan often recited this when he first traveled alone in the world. Later, when he left the Ouhua Blessed Land, he had a little black charcoal by his side. Chen Pingan was afraid that she would find copying books every day boring, and would slack off because of the boredom, and then become disgusted with reading. , became rebellious, so every time he drove at night in Tongyezhou, he taught Pei Qian some "rhymes" to boost his courage. Because they rhymed, they were very easy to memorize. Pei Qian probably thought that he was just talking and could not spend money. With a few ounces of effort and a good memory, she quickly memorized everything by heart. When we walked together at night, Xiao Heitan swaggered and had a clear voice, just like the chirping of an oriole. At that time, Pei Qian might have memorized things perfunctorily, but he could Chen Pingan on the side was really pleasant to listen to and in a peaceful mood.

"Under the tree, would it be more appropriate to delete the content after 'Mastering the Spirit Talisman' and 'Double Hanging at the foot of the mountain'? After all, it is an elementary school content. It seems that it is not appropriate to be exposed to these strange fairy tales too early."

Zhao Shuxia said: "Master, I don't think the problem is big. Anyway, I have heard rumors about mountain ghosts, water monkeys, and vixens since I was a child. They may be the same as this magic talisman, purple gold elixir, etc."

Chen Pingan nodded, "Then I'll think about it again."

Zhao Shuxia practiced the six-step walking pile all the way, and cooperated with setting up the sword stove. When he went to bed every day, he slept on the pile Qianqiu, and his lying position was particular.

Previously, when he was practicing boxing on the second floor of the Bamboo House, Zhao Shuxia realized a huge problem without his master having to say anything. Mountain-shaking boxing was okay, but the cavalry was cutting formations, the clouds were sweeping over the swamps, the gods were beating drums... these things Senior Cui's unique skills were like the boxing moves that his master and senior sister were very familiar with as soon as they got started. Zhao Shuxia learned it very slowly, so slowly that Zhao Shuxia himself was a little embarrassed.

Chen Ping'an suddenly said: "When I traveled to Luzhou in Beiju, I was fortunate enough to meet the compiler of the Shaanshan Boxing Manual, the martial artist of the end of the Great Seal Dynasty, Gu Yougu. At that time, he did not identify himself, and the two sides faced off from a distance. This We met in a narrow road, and Senior Gu wanted to ask me about boxing without any warning. I later found out that this senior’s original intention was to evaluate how much I had learned about the essence of boxing rules. As for the process and results of asking about boxing, there was nothing important about it. As I said, I barely caught it and didn't let senior down too much. After that, I walked with senior Gu for a while, and senior Gu started to look at me with admiration because of one thing."

Zhao Shuxia asked curiously: "Is it Master who practices boxing diligently?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "No, the word "diligence" is rather confusing. Practicing the living boxing will gain spiritual power, while practicing the dead boxing will waste your muscles and bones, but both are considered diligent. There are so many martial artists in the world who are willing to endure hardships when practicing boxing, but if they don't know how to do it, Especially in foreign boxing, it often invites gods instead of ghosts. Mrs. Pure Wu suffered from a lot of diseases in her middle age. Senior Gu was chatting with me about boxing records and the heaven and earth piles in it. I gave my own opinion, right? You can combine the six-step walking pile, the sword furnace standing pile and the heaven and earth pile into one. Although Senior Gu deliberately kept a calm expression at that time, he still couldn't hide the amazement in his eyes."

Zhao Shuxia asked in confusion: "Master, what do you say? Can I learn it?"

Chen Ping'an made a serious face, nodded and said: "Of course you can learn it. My teacher has made it so clear, but you haven't figured out the joints yet? Shuxia, your qualifications are not good, and your understanding is not enough."

Seeing that the other party was still confused, Chen Pingan had no choice but to stretch out a palm and turn it over gently.

Zhao Shuxia thought carefully, hesitated again, and nodded heavily, that's it!

I saw Zhao Shu walking forward and punching, turning his head and feet upside down, supporting the ground with one hand, and pinching the sword furnace with one hand, and then cooperating with the boxing formula of Tiandi Zhuang, his true energy circulated through the veins of his body, "bouncing" in six steps. .

Chen Ping'an held back his laughter, "If the Sword Stove is replaced with one hand, it won't taste right. You might as well try walking with your head on the ground and using your head instead of your left hand. It's a bit difficult for beginners, but over time, you will know that it has endless uses. .”

Zhao Shuxia really tried to follow the master's instructions.

Passing by the village in the middle, there happened to be someone walking at night on the road. Chen Ping'an quickly kicked the foot of the Zhao tree and said with a low smile: "Don't involve Master and be treated as a fool."

Zhao Shuxia stood up, patted the dust on his head and body, with a look of helplessness on his face.

Chen Pingan took out a handful of melon seeds from his sleeves and gave half of them to Zhao Shu. He chewed the melon seeds and said with a smile: "On the second floor of the Bamboo Tower, Senior Cui mentioned the Shanshan Quan manual with disdain.

He has a strong earthy smell, the moves in the boxing manual are really sparse, and he is not afraid of flashing his tongue when he speaks. Later, when I met Senior Gu, I said that Senior Cui was not good enough in teaching boxing, so I asked him to teach me, and he would ensure that I would be the strongest every time. "

Zhao Shuxia listened to these extremely precious "accounts of the world". Although the master spoke lightly and even slightly humorously, Zhao Shuxia was fascinated by them.

Zhao Shuxia remembered the beginning of the preface of the boxing manual for no reason, and asked curiously: "Has Master seen the founder of the three religions?"

Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "The Holy Master and the Tao Ancestor have both met and chatted with them."

Zhao Shuxia stopped asking any more questions.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "There is no taboo. The Holy Master is a tall scholar. My first impression at that time was, 'at first glance, he looks like he has been in the world.'" , it’s different, he actually looks like a young Taoist boy.”

Zhao Shuxia smiled and asked: "Master, have you seen many Zijing martial artists?"

Chen Ping'an thought for a while, "If you exclude those distant meetings and acquaintances, it's not that many, no more than a pair of hands."

Chen Pingan raised his chin towards the bamboo forest on the other side of the stream and reminded: "Under the tree, go and see if there are any yellow mud arches in this wild bamboo forest. I will show you my cooking skills later. Those dishes you cooked are really not good." To be honest, it’s just edible.”

Zhao Shuxia saw no one around, so he tiptoed across the stream and went to the bamboo forest to find spring bamboo shoots. He quickly broke off a bag of yellow mud arches and returned.

Chen Ping'an was not idle either. He went to the field and picked a large handful of wild amaranth and a handful of wild onions. These were stir-fried with spicy sauce and were a must-have in the current food and drink.

Walking back to the source village together, Chen Pingan said with a smile: "It's strange that the smelly mandarin fish is delicious, but the braised bamboo shoots are the only dish I can't eat."

Zhao Shuxia said: "Master, the braised bamboo shoots in oil are delicious, but I can't get used to Chinese toon scrambled eggs."

After the mountain burning, bracken will surely grow vigorously in the coming year, but the time has not yet come. You have to go up the mountain to pick it before and after the Qingming Festival. You can go to the graves to worship your ancestors, or go to the tea gardens, and you will not be disappointed when you return home.

Returning to the village school, Zhao Shuxia smiled and said: "Master, Mr. Feng and Mr. Han from Wuxi Village will probably come to trouble you in the near future."

Chen Ping'an shook his sleeves and said with a smile: "Let them just come here and compete with each other for poems and pairs. As a teacher, there is really no time for stage fright."

This simple village school only has a yellow mud house that serves as the school, plus two thatched huts. One is used by the teacher to rest, and the other is used as a kitchen and storage of sundries.

Zhao Shuxia was laying the floor next to the Zao Fang. Chen Pingan's original intention was for both master and apprentice to live in the same room, but Zhao Shuxia refused, saying that he had been destined to the Zao Fang since he was a child.

The yellow mud house had been there for a long time and had been unoccupied for a long time. It was rented. The two small huts were newly built. The school temporarily admitted eight Meng children, most of whom were still wearing crotchless pants.

The school is running smoothly. When we look at the teacher named Chen Ji, he is in his thirties. After all, he is not the kind of stupid young man who has no hair on his lips but can’t do anything well. The wife with a lot of ink, secondly, this person is relatively good at talking. Before opening the restaurant, he visited the two villages and knew some rules. He did not go to Wuxi Village to "poach". The last and most fundamental reason , just charge less! Compared with the school in Wuxi Village, there are nearly half less.

Moreover, this gentleman also promised the village that if there is a busy farming season, the children can take a vacation, and he can even go to the fields to help.

In order to grab business, this guy really doesn't have any shame at all. He is such a polite and disgraceful guy!

The two teachers Zhao Shuxia mentioned were an old boy named Feng Yuanting who was hired heavily by the Wuxi Village School, and the other was a well-known teacher in Sui'an County, Han Wei, whose courtesy name was Yuncheng. Although he has no fame, he has taught several scholars and can be regarded as a highly respected local sage. This old Mr. Han is now teaching in the home of the richest family in Wuxi Village. Feng Yuanting has always been a little bit arrogant to Han Mei. They couldn't raise their heads, so they only occasionally got together for a drink. When the new school opened at the foot of the mountain, Feng Yuanting often invited Han Mei to drink. He had read several "Books of War" and acted rashly, which was a taboo among military strategists. , I feel that I need to test the reality first before I can make a move. In fact, the so-called military books are just some romantic novels about the rise of famous generals in the past dynasties. Han Mei advised him that there was no need to argue with a teacher from a small village school. Since they were colleagues, it was better to be friendly with each other. Feng Yuanting said he was promising, but in fact he was full of slander. He was not competing for those few young boys. He was just a When it comes to face, a scholar doesn't even care about his face, so how can he be a scholar? Every time a Meng boy runs away from his village school, Feng Yuanting is like a slap in the face, which is unbearable.

If it weren't for the current laws and regulations of Dali, which require local private schools to report to the county government and have the county magistrate personally verify the teacher's knowledge, he would really be regarded as a swindler, otherwise he would be sued. As a matter of fact, the man surnamed Chen must be forced to walk around without being able to eat.

Chen Pingan said: "Under the tree, I will teach you a luck secret when you break through the realm, but it may not be suitable for you, so be mentally prepared in advance that you will not be able to learn it."

It's the sword energy that stops at eighteen times.

Zhao Shuxia nodded, said goodbye to his master, went to the kitchen to make a bed on the floor, practiced sleeping on Qianqiu, controlled his breathing, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

When he came here, Zhao Shuxia gradually discovered a strange thing. He called Master several times, but Master didn't respond. Finally, he had to walk over. Chen Pingan smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you just now." . After that, Zhao Shuxia would always go to the master and talk about things.

This time, Chen Ping'an only had Zhao Shuxia with him, and he directly told Chen Lingjun not to wander around here.

Chen Lingjun tried hard to persuade her, and finally asked her master for the precious opportunity to visit the school once a month.

This is also thanks to the old cook's words of support. Anyway, our ancestor Jingqing's appearance as a boy in green is not a pretending to be a young boy. It is actually time to read more sage books. At that time, Zhu Lian asked Chen Lingjun with a smile if he needed a pair of crotchless pants. Chen Lingjun was too lazy to behave like an old cook. If his master hadn't nodded in agreement, Chen Lingjun would have really wanted to attend a private school for a few days.

Chen Ping'an returned to his residence, lit an oil lamp on the table, sharpened his ink, and began to write a landscape story about the big water monster in Dumb Lake.

But I put more effort into the inscription on the fan than at the Great Wall of Jianqi.

The three villages are surrounded by mountains, with only one stream flowing out along a small road.

It is a full eighty miles away from Sui'an County, and many local villagers may have only visited the county once in their lives.

The mountains and fields are covered with azaleas, which are truly azaleas.

In spring, doves chirp, peach blossoms are light red and apricot blossoms are white, elm trees are full of green money, and willow branches sprout by the river, and the color is golden.

Today after school in the village, a guest came and walked along the yellow mud road, passing through Wuxi Village, all the way to the source.

Dressed in the attire of an old scholar, it was none other than Gao Niang, the new river god of Ximei River. He came to worship the mountain tremblingly. He had no choice but to crush someone to death if he was a high-ranking official, let alone face Shanzhu Chen who owned two sects.

The smoke was curling up, and Gao Niang saw a country woman carrying a child in the house, frying pancakes while the child pooped. The woman stretched out her hand and wrapped a pocket of cotton behind her to continue pancakes.

I saw chicken manure on the Eight Immortals table in some people's homes. Children put paper kites after school and squatted on the edge of the fields to fight grass. Their yellow hair hung down and they were enjoying themselves.

After Gao Niao walked out of Wuxi Village, he turned around and looked at the small pool at the end of the village. It belonged to the courtyard water. The water surface of the stream was so wide, but then the water became narrower. Therefore, it was a waterway that could retain wealth. The village that moved here in the early years, Still very knowledgeable about Feng Shui.

In ancient times, there were private schools, private schools, and private schools, and state-owned schools had orderly skills.

Gao Niang patted his chest with one hand and felt a little relieved. Because he wanted to meet the young hidden official who was the disciple of Wen Sheng, so the River God master had several priceless rare books in his arms. He couldn't come to visit as a guest. Empty hands.

Gao Niang stroked his beard and smiled. Every ancient book that has been preserved to this day is protected by ghosts and gods. Reading without asking for a deep understanding is like eating without getting fat, so it is better not to read.

Because there is an ancient terrestrial Dragon Palace ruins on the border of Ximei River, which is about to open, a group of Dali monks are secretly stationed in Sui'an County, but they all use identities similar to merchants and do not disturb the officials at all levels of Yanzhou Prefecture. . However, the Lord of the House, of course, knew about this matter, but he had received a secret order from the court in advance not to make it public. As the newly appointed Landscape God, Gao Niang was not qualified to enter the Dragon Palace. After Gao Niang went to "Dian Mao" twice, he simply stopped going, so as not to put a hot face on a cold butt and ask for trouble.

Seeing Gao Niang, Chen Pingan took out two bamboo chairs and handed one to Gao Niang. They sat under the eaves of the thatched house, one host and one guest.

Gao Niang sat upright with his waist straight. When he put down the bamboo chair, he used his "smart energy" and tilted slightly towards the Yinguan Lord. He said cautiously: "Master Chen, are you here for the Dragon Palace?"

Gao Niang guessed that in order to prevent any mistakes, the Dali imperial court invited Lord Yinguan to sit here in person.

Chen Ping'an smiled and shook his head, "The imperial court's excavation of the Dragon Palace has nothing to do with me, and the people in Dali don't know that I came here to open a library to teach students."

Gao Nian nodded lightly and understood. He must not make any superfluous words or deeds. He had been practicing in Gongmen for decades before his death, and later worked in Ziyang Mansion, where all his skills were.

Gao Niang took out the books from his arms, handed them to Chen Pingan with both hands, and said softly: "Master Chen, a small gift is not respectful."

"If you have books, you will be rich, but if you don't have an official position, you will be light. This is the only thing that makes Brother Gao inferior to me."

Chen Ping'an was not polite, took the book, thanked Gao Niang, patted the book, put it in his sleeve with a smile, and said: "Brother Gao is not an outsider. From now on, if you take some time off from your busy schedule, come here and sit more often. "

This was a bit caught off guard. Gao Niang was both flattered and embarrassed. After all, it is not easy to find an isolated copy of the same quality as those books. But no matter how difficult it is, it is better than attending the night banquet of Wei Shanjun in Piyun Mountain. Besides, Well, this kind of personal friendship, being able to chat face to face with a young hidden official, is rare. How can it be compared to the noisy night banquet where two or three hundred guests gather together? Not to mention a few copies, even thirty copies, Gao Niang was willing to find someone to borrow money or buy them on credit.

Gao Niang looked around and said with emotion: "It's really unexpected that Master Chen chose to practice here. The so-called reclusive masters who are good at Taoism in their middle age are nothing more than friends with Songfeng and Shanyue. Master Chen It’s different. If you do the opposite, you will be a god-man, and you will be a god-like person.”

Chen Ping'an has long been accustomed to this kind of flattery. He smiled and said: "It's not a spiritual practice in the strict sense. It's just teaching. By the way, now that my pseudonym has been left behind, Brother Gao just calls me by my first name. Otherwise, The more times you do it, the more time passes, and the more you do, the more likely you are to show your flaws."

Gao Niang thought for a while, slapped his knees hard, and said in a deep voice: "Okay, this is a good pseudonym. Su Zi has a saying, life is like a journey against the odds, and I am also a traveler. Shanzhu Chen chose the word ' Trace ' , next to the word "walk", there is the word "yi", Chen Shanzhu is a foreigner, and it just fits the sentence "I am also a pedestrian, wonderful!"

Zhao Shuxia, who was busy in the kitchen, was stunned for a moment when he heard this. He almost mistakenly thought that the God of Gaohe was possessed by the Taoist Master Jia of Caotou Shop.

Chen Pingan called Zhao Shuxia and asked the disciple to get some dried sweet potatoes to entertain the guests, and then helped introduce Zhao Shuxia's identity as a personal disciple.

Gao Niang stood up, took the dried sweet potato from Zhao Shuxia, and said a few polite words, similar to a famous teacher giving birth to a great disciple. Zhao Shuxia felt that the River God seemed inferior to Jia Lao.

Chen Pingan asked casually: "Who is the leader of the Dali monks who are guarding the gate of the Dragon Palace now?"

Gao Niang replied: "The person in charge on the surface seems to be a female cultivator of the Fengxue Temple, named Yu Huiting. She has the status of a monk accompanying the army. As for how the court arranges it secretly, I don't know for the time being. .”

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "According to the sect's pedigree, Wei Jin is her uncle from a different lineage."

I heard Mi Dajianxian mentioned that when he was training the female cultivators in Changchun Palace, he once met a rather impressive woman with a slender waist and wearing the standard sword of the frontier army of the Great Li Cavalry. Wearing a narrow-sleeved brocade dress and dark gauze trousers, the most bizarre pair of embroidered shoes on the feet have two "dragon eye" orbs hanging on the tips... In fact, Mi Yu said it in more detail, and Lord Yinguan just listened. .

Gao Niang suddenly said: "That's it."

As expected of the world-famous Yin Guan, when he mentioned Wei Da Sword Immortal from the Immortal Stage of Fengxue Temple, the nominal leader of Yizhou Kendo, he could do so casually.

When Gao Niang was filled with emotion, Chen Ping'an stood up instantly with a serious look on his face, "Gao Niang, please forgive me for not being a guest. I have something to do. You should also use your magical power to return to Shuifu immediately. Go quickly!"

Gao Niang was confused, but he did not dare to hesitate at all. He quickly used his water magic power, returned to the Ximei River Water Mansion along the Wuxi River, and rushed into the golden statue at one go.

Chen Ping'an took a deep breath, finally came, and cursed for being so thoughtful.

In an instant, Chen Ping'an felt as if he was being forcibly dragged into a realm of emptiness beyond the sky.

The first thing I saw was the towering Dharma form of the Lisheng, as big as a star.

Then Baidi City Zheng Juzhong, Fu Lu Yu Xuan, Chunyang Lu Yan, and even Li Xisheng, Xiao Mo, and Xie Gou, or Bai Jing!

There was also a young monk whom Chen Pingan didn't know, but he stood behind the ceremonial saint and in front of everyone.

Sure enough, Barbarian World will try to break through Haoran World!

It's like two flying boats colliding head-on!

This must be used to completely cut off the path for the Lisheng to reach the fifteenth realm.

Xiao Mo had already revealed his true form, dressed in misty white clothes, and said in his heart: "Sir, according to City Lord Zheng's deduction, the first choice for the entry point in the wild world was Fuyao Continent, followed by our Da Liyu Prefecture, but now it seems that it has been replaced by Fuyao Continent. Yu Jin’s undersea lair.”

Bai Jing smiled and said: "Fortunately, I acted cautiously and didn't open the box casually."

Zheng Juzhong said: "Thank you, Mountain Master Chen, for concentrating all your thoughts and using two more flying swords."

Chen Pingan nodded.

Li Xisheng smiled and said, "I'll just assist Master Chen."