Sword of Coming

The gate of Luolu Mountain.

A burly man and a young man wearing a tiger-head hat and carrying a sword descended from the sky hand in hand.

Jun Qian smiled and said, "We're here."

Bai Ye took a look at the trend and veins of the stretching peaks of Luo Po Mountain, nodded and said: "The feng shui is good."

Jun Qian said: "The atmosphere is better."

Captain Xian changed his books and stood up quickly, asking, "Who are the two distinguished guests?"

Jun Qian cupped her hands and said, "My name is Liu Shiliu, and I am your mountain master's senior brother Jun Qian. This person next to me is my friend, named Bai Ye."

Xianwei was startled again and again, then he couldn't hold back his laughter, his face was sullen, and he almost couldn't hold it anymore. An idea came to him, and he quickly called the Taoist priest, lowered his head and said: "Taoist Nianjing, Taoist name Xianwei, thanks to the mountain master's love , now he is the gatekeeper of Luopo Mountain, Xiaodao met Master Liu Xian and Bai Jianxian here."

The first time I was shocked was when I heard that the other party was actually Shanzhu Chen’s "Senior Brother Jun Qian". The second time I was shocked was when I heard about "Bai Ye" and just looked at the other party's appearance and attire...

Jun Qian was actually startled when she noticed the hairpin on the other side.

Junior brother, you can kidnap such cute and cute millet grains, but you can also kidnap this... Taoist priest?

Thousands of years ago, the two sides had fought each other quite a few times, so it would have been impossible to get to know each other without fighting.

At that time, Jun Qian was a "go there because of the reputation", so of course she had never fought. Fortunately, the first Taoist priest in the world had a good temper and didn't care about anything.

Xianwei straightened up and looked up, wondering why the white-haired boy didn't show up immediately? After taking up the position of music composer, in the past, whenever a guest came to the door, the white-haired boy would be the first to arrive. Why was he on duty today?

Jun Qian asked with a smile: "Master Xianwei, where are our millet grains?"

Xianwei smiled and replied: "Today's morning patrol class has ended. Recently, I like to go to Huanghu Mountain for patrols. I usually go there."

Jun Qian exclaimed, "Junior Brother, there seem to be a lot of big shots coming to this mountain recently."

The Xianwei thought for a while, and then said something to the handsome young man, "Bai Jianxian, your name is good."

Bai Ye asked: "How to say it?"

Xianwei suddenly felt a little embarrassed, what should I say? It was just a polite statement, how could you let Xiaodao say it?

The scene was a bit stiff, but it was a pity that Jia Lao Shenxian, who never knew what a cold moment was, was not present.

Jun Qian smiled and explained: "Master Xianwei, he is Bai Ye."

Xianwei felt helpless. The young man called himself Bai Ye, so what would he be called if he wasn't Bai?

Jun Qian said: "There is an unwritten rule: drink a cup of tea before climbing. What do you say?"

Bai Ye said: "Then do as the Romans do."

Jun Qian took Bai Ye to sit at the table.

In fact, Jun Qian just wanted to drink tea and eat melon seeds here, so she would have to wait for the little girl who would serve as the protector of Luo Shan You for her junior brother.

As for what my friend Bai Ye thinks, it doesn't matter anyway.

A little girl in black seemed to have received the message. She climbed the mountain from the back mountain in a hurry, then passed the top of Jiling Peak and ran all the way down the mountain.

I’ve met Senior Brother Zuo of the Good Mountain Master for a long time. The rumors outside are all lies. Why is he so bad-tempered, but he’s so approachable!

It's a table-sized swordsman!

That Mr. Jun Qian is equally great, but even more kind.

There is also a pair of fists as big as bowls. Just like what the book says, the hero travels the world and beats all the invincible opponents with his fists.

The protector on the right side of Luo Luo Shan was a Qi practitioner after all, but he was sweating all over from running.

Behind the little girl in black is a boy with white hair.

Without the grains of millet standing in front of him, the composer really didn't dare to show up today.

It was the white-haired boy who carried the millet grains to the foot of the back mountain, but the millet grains said to put them down and insisted on running all the way to the gate of the front mountain.

The white-haired boy had no choice but to run on two legs like a wheel of millet.

Xiaomi ran faster and faster, passed the mountain gate archway, stopped, grinned and said: "Mr. Jun Qian, you are here."

Jun Qian had already stood up and said with a smile: "Xiaomili, I kept you waiting."

Jun Qian glanced at Bai Ye, who felt helpless and had to stand up.

Xiao Mili looked at the young man wearing a tiger hat, his face strained, and his two sparse and light yellow brows were furrowed.

Although the little girl was actually suppressing a smile, to outsiders, it might look more like she was sulking.

Bai Ye also seemed to find it interesting and smiled: "You can laugh if you want."

Xiaomi Li scratched her face, then shook her head vigorously like a rattle.

It was rare for the white-haired boy to be so restrained, and he said timidly: "Mr. Jun Qian, and this Bai... Immortal Master, I am the genealogist. According to the rules of our mountain, can I record a name?"

Bai Ye said: "My name is Bai Ye, from the Haoran Middle Earth Divine Continent. I am currently practicing in Qingming Tianxuanxuandu Monastery."

Xiaomi Li let out a cry.

She secretly gave a thumbs up to Mr. Jun Qian.

Upon hearing this, the Xianwei tilted his body and fell directly from the bamboo chair to the ground. He accidentally dropped the book from his sleeve and kicked it towards Brother Dafeng's house with lightning speed.

Perhaps feeling that it was disrespectful to books, he crept over there, turned his back to the table, picked up the book, took a breath, patted it gently, and put it in his sleeve.

Then he took out a sage's book from the other sleeve, then turned around, pretending to hold it in his hand, sat on the bamboo chair again and started reading.

The white-haired boy recorded the two "visitors" in the book and fled without hospitality. There were grains of millet anyway.

Sitting at the table, there was already tea on the table to entertain the guests. Taoist Master Xianwei was very good at dealing with people, and there was no leakage.

Xiaomi Li glanced at Mr. Jun Qian, and Liu Shiliu looked at Xiao Mili.

Wouldn't it be a bit shabby?

Just rest assured, of course not.

A large handful of millet seeds were taken from the sleeves and piled on Bai Ye's side, and a large handful was given to Mr. Jun Qian as well.

Then the little girl felt a little embarrassed and wanted to open her beloved cotton satchel.

Bai Ye smiled and gave half of the melon seeds to the little girl in black.

Although Wei Bo wondered why Zhu Lian and Jiang Shangzhen didn't show up at the mountain gate immediately, he still rushed to the Luolu Mountain Table.

Wei Bo bowed and said, "Wei Bo, the little god of Piyun Mountain, has met Mr. Liu and Mr. Bai."

Jun Qian stood up and returned the favor with Lord Wei Shan.

Bai Ye looked indifferent and just nodded in greeting.

If he had been willing to pay attention to such red tape, Shiro would not have chosen the dojo on that isolated island offshore.

Wei Bo asked: "Do you want the little god to tell Master Chen?"

Jun Qian smiled and waved her hands and said: "No, let the junior brother go about his own business first. We don't need to pay attention to him here. Bai Ye is so happy that no one cares about whether he treats guests or not."

Xiaomi Li opened her cotton satchel and took out the dried fish and stopped.

Jun Qian added, "Except for millet grains, of course."

Xiao Mi Li grinned happily and distributed the dried fish.

Bai Ye glanced at Jun Qian.

Jun Qian smiled and said: "Eat it, why are you standing there in a daze? I've tasted it and it tastes pretty good."

Bai Ye had no choice but to pick up a piece of dried fish from the river and chew it carefully. He watched the little girl secretly look at him from the corner of her eye and said, "It tastes good."

Xiaomi Li was so excited that she took out a bag of dried fish from her cotton satchel and put it on the table.

She patted her bag again and said decisively: "There's more!"

Bai Ye was speechless.

Jun Qian laughed.

My friend Bai Ye also has today.

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Lu Chen first sent a secret letter to Xuanduguan. It was not too much to say that it was a letter from home. Pindao was so familiar with Xuanduguan that visiting there was like going home. Everyone in the world knew about it.

As for giving a small favor to Master Chen before leaving Haoran Tianxia, ​​is that considered a favor? Pindao and Master Chen Shanzhu were close friends who met at the end of Qingping's life!

After that, it was a real journey.

In Nanhua City, Lu Chen rarely fasted, bathed and changed clothes, took a serious approach and sat in seclusion in the dojo before he dared to swim against the current.

Along the way, Lu Chen, wearing a lotus crown on his head, waded through the water and saw many bizarre and unimaginable sights.

The two big sleeves of the Taoist robe draw out the dazzling colorful glaze colors.

It's a pity that no one can see this scene along the way.

Finally, Lu Chen met a "passer-by". Unfortunately, the other person's figure disappeared in a flash, and Lu Chen had no time to speak. The other person was vaguely a female-looking Qi practitioner, and she only looked at Lu Chen.

Then he met a barefooted man who was as big as a mountain compared to Lu Chen. Every step he took was thunderous and vibrating. The water splashing under his feet was often mixed with countless glass splashing in all directions. fragments.

Lu Chen rolled up his sleeves and pocketed a few larger pieces of glass "nearby". Lu Chen and his Taoist friend, who didn't know whether they were going to the future or back to the past, laughed and said thank you, but the burly and muscular Han just buried his head in running and ignored him.

Walking in the long river of time, meeting a pedestrian on the road is as difficult as climbing to the sky, and trying to see the other person's face clearly is even harder than climbing to the sky.

Lu Chen didn't dare to put his finger on it at the moment. There were countless whirlpools in the river under his feet. If he was not careful, he would fall deeply into them, especially when meeting some truly enlightened people in the "present moment". Lu Chen didn't want to lie down somewhere for hundreds of years in such a dangerous scene. As for the occasional glimpses of the "shore" on the road, they are all vague and uncertain picture fragments. After seeing it, if you want to remember that even if the realm is as high as Lu Chen, you will be a little dizzy, because each picture symbolizes With all the unspeakable secrets.

I don't know how long it took, but fortunately Lu Chen was prepared. Every time he traveled through the long river of time in the past three thousand years, it was an experience. In addition, Lu Chen was pulled into the great world by the Buddha, so the years passed by. Even though it was almost infinitely long, it was still not a difficulty for Lu Chen. Otherwise, if it were replaced by the ordinary fourteen realms, I am afraid that I would be tortured by this "empty" and "nothing" realm and lose my Taoist heart.

Lu Chen finally stopped and let out a long breath. He had arrived, he had finally found it!

A large pile of green and purple talismans in the two sleeves of the Taoist robe had been reduced to ashes.

The scene in front of Lu Chen was like coming to a vast expanse of water, as flat as a mirror, with countless gravels under his feet, colorful and gorgeous.

The "water surface" is like a thin layer of glass, and those gravels, if you look closely, you will see that each sand is a star, just laid out layer after layer.

In the far distance where Lu Chen could see everything, there was a long chain like an iron chain across the river, like a line across the sky and the earth. If I had to name it, I would probably call it "cause and effect".

But Lu Chen still couldn't find the ancient god he wanted to talk to.

The identity of the prisoner, one of the priesthood, is to guard the last dead and those who have committed crimes in the long river of time.

But even if we go back home now, the trip is worthwhile. We finally saw a large number of "living creatures", including ancient, strange, ghosts, gods and immortals.

There is a woman whose face cannot be seen clearly. She is wearing a long cyan skirt, and her robes are slowly swaying. She has the beauty of the lady on the wall with her clothes hanging in the wind.

She was sitting in a kneeling position, with a small table in front of her and several simple-style pottery drinking utensils placed on it.

There is a huge hanging mountain that is constantly sinking, which is about higher than the five mountains of China put together. But the truth may be shorter than a grain of dust in the vast world.

There is a headless man on the top of the mountain holding a head in his hand. On the head, there are as many eyes as honeycomb holes. After finding Lu Chen, he blinks or closes his eyes and makes a buzzing sound.

A strange being who kept talking, writing with his fingers, and chanting two Buddhist verses with a nasal tone. He seemed to dislike being interrupted and shouted, "Noisy!"

After a moment, this strange existence began to repeat again, those two words were "freedom".

Occasionally, there will be a slight difference, and the weird existence will burst into tears and mutter to himself, "I don't know the cause and effect, it's not enough, it's far from enough."

On a high snow-white platform that seemed to be tempered by countless snowflakes, there were various altars used for sacrifices. Wisps of incense curled up, but slowly fell down, each with its own height.

He was probably someone who used ancient methods to entertain the gods and seek immortality.

"Next door" to the high platform is an ancient wooden boat, with "a purple robe" painted with dragons floating on the bow. He sneered in ancient language: "The road is broken, and you still want to connect the world. How can you be a small witch?"

There is a man with extremely long eyebrows and extremely white skin. He looks like a real person from ancient times. It is probably rare to see guests here. His face gradually becomes clearer and his appearance is handsome, but it is still difficult to conceal the dimness of his eyes. The man Sitting cross-legged near the long chain, with a halberd across his knees. Perhaps it had been too long since he had spoken seriously. His voice was as hoarse as a knife grinding stone, and he asked with a smile: "Who comes from when and where?" ?”

But he quickly laughed at himself: "You must not understand it. After all, eight thousand years have passed since that incident."

Lu Chen couldn't understand the other party's words, but he could figure it out in his head.

Got it, he was a Qi practitioner from a long time ago.

This at least means that in the long future, there will still be Qi practitioners who can come here, which is good. Just thinking about it again, it seems that it may not be possible, what if Wu Fu is pure enough.

There was a woman with two eyebrows shaved off. She gently raised the back of her hand and looked again and again. Then she raised her head and looked at the Taoist priest who was a guest from afar with great interest.

In addition, there is a group of existences, shadowy and looming.

According to Lu Chen's rough calculation, most of them are connected to the wilderness.

That's right, demon monks are naturally physically strong and can climb to the top of the mountain faster. They are not afraid of the sky or the earth. They always like to break all old rules and new rules with their hands.

An old man wearing a high crown, walking unsteadily and unsteadily, came "a dozen or so steps" away from Lu Chen's eyes, and asked in wild and elegant words: "Is Lu Fayan dead?"

Lu Chen smiled and replied: "Senior, if you are old friends with him, you can cry. If you have a grudge, you can let go. There is no need to take revenge, because Lu Fayan has been eaten by someone."

The old man with a high crown nodded and stared at this "young Taoist priest".

Lu Chen then asked with a smile in a barbaric and elegant manner: "Dare you ask me your senior's name?"

The old man Gaoguan narrowed his eyes and said: "I don't have a Taoist name. I once used the pseudonym Zhang Jiao. Let me think about it. I have to think about it carefully. Now that I think about it, I have never done anything important. I just specialize in killing the wild warriors of the end of the world. Haha, these Guys, every one of them has his eyes high above his head, except that he can’t go to the ring and ask for punches, he’s fine everywhere.”

Lu Chen pecked at the rice and nodded vigorously: "I once asked an expert about boxing, what should I do if the opponent does not cooperate with the stance and stance? Senior, what do you think the expert answered? It’s very interesting. He said that you can have hundreds of boxing skills, and if you go to the ring to decide whether to live or die, it will all be a king’s boxing.”

The old man with a high crown nodded and said: "Exalted people have great opinions. It's a pity that I can't see him anymore."

Lu Chen still nodded vigorously and said, "Don't see him, don't see him. I'm afraid that senior will be beaten to death by two or three punches from him."

The old man with a high crown stared at Lu Chen for a while, "I believe what you said, I have really seen that guy."

Lu Chen took a step forward, and the old man stepped back and said with a smile: "A good Taoist priest, how can he learn swordsmanship? Shouldn't he be focused on cultivating Taoism?"

With a feint, he scared away a wild monster at the peak of Ascension Realm. Lu Chen stopped and said proudly, "I can't scare you old thing to death."

The old man hesitated for a moment, but chose to continue retreating, and finally his figure disappeared into a cloud of white mist.

Lu Chen squatted down, stretched out his palm, and placed his palm gently on the glazed water surface.

Looking down, I seemed to see a butterfly flying in the "water".

A pair of extremely pure golden eyes slowly opened, overlooking the young Taoist priest wearing a lotus crown.

To this ancient high-ranking god, a Taoist priest is indeed still young even if he has several thousand years of Taoism.

No words, no voice, no ripples.

Like drums, like thunder, like surging rivers.

"Lu Chen, you tried to cross the border three thousand years ago. Are you going to try again and violate the rules of heaven again?"

Lu Chen's body swayed, so he had to retract his hand, sighed softly, raised his sleeves, shook out a futon, and floated on the water.

Lu Chen sat on the futon, folded his hands on his abdomen, remained silent, and began to concentrate, sit and forget, and fast.

There was an ancient Taoist priest standing on the head of an ancient ferocious beast, swimming close to it on the water.

"That little-nosed Taoist priest, what are you doing here? Is it the perfection of the Ascension Realm, or the Fourteenth Realm? Within the Taoist legal system, who should be called master? Come and tell me!"

Lu Chen turned a deaf ear.

"No matter whose disciple or grandson you are, the first Taoist priest in the world and I, as well as the mute boy who liked hanging on the tail of the long queue the most, are all Taoist priests of the same generation. Why don't you call me grandpa? You have taken a huge advantage! When you go back, I guarantee you will be able to brag to everyone."

Lu Chen just held his breath and concentrated. With every breath, the true energy condensed between his nostrils, like two white snakes hanging down. The same scene was seen on the Taoist priest's heels.

"You can't tell with your calf nose. You really have some skills. I just don't know if you can still show off like this after you have been here for a long time. You are not even as good as those poor people. Let alone swallowing the real energy, your five senses and internal organs are... It’s going to be flattened.”

"Little Taoist priest, let's talk to Grandpa Patriarch. In today's world where you live, are there many Qi practitioners who are neither higher nor lower than you? Are there many people with both hands in the world?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't tell me. All you need to do is tell me, did that mute little Taoist priest who seemed to have the same virtue as everyone else be beaten to pieces by someone later?"

Hearing this, Lu Chen finally opened his eyes and touched his nose, "He is Xiaodao's master. Senior, please wait. Xiaodao will invite the master to come over and reminisce with senior."

"Forget it, I don't have any grudges against him. We only had a normal relationship back then, so it's okay not to see him."

After that, the ancient Taoist priest really didn't speak again.

That strange being who seemed to have practiced the heretic Wild Fox Zen had actually been listening carefully to the conversation between Lu Chen and the Taoist priest. After learning that the young Taoist priest was indeed a Taoist priest, he was immediately disappointed and burst into tears.

The woman who liked to raise the back of her hand like a white jade bow waved to Lu Chen and said with a sweet smile: "Taoist Master, does Qingqiu have a new master now?"

Lu Chen called the Taoist sect chief, "To tell you what my predecessors are saying, now that there is no Qingqiu in the world, how can we talk about the master?"

The woman's expression was complicated for a moment, and she seemed to be sullen and smiling at the same time. The so-called vixen in later generations, on her side, would be ashamed of herself.

"You came here without crossing the line or retreating. What do you want to do?"

"Prevent anyone from coming here to have a...'duizi' with my senior brother."

If one exchanges one Fourteenth Realm for one Fourteenth Realm.

Of course, it was Lu Chen's senior brother who suffered the most.

You must not do this kind of loss-making business.

The spirit said: "Lu Chen, you have your reasons, and I have my duties. You cannot stay here for a long time and go back."

Lu Chen said aggrievedly: "My senior brother used to come here often, why don't you drive people away?"

The spirit said: "It's different. Kou Mingyu Feng is almost a divine power. It's almost a divine power."

Lu Chen's eyes were sad and he said: "I am a poor man who asks his mind to interpret dreams. The difference is that he has almost supernatural powers."

The spirit said: "There is a difference between Taoism and magical power after all."

Lu Chen asked: "Can't you just turn a blind eye?"

The god said: "What do you think?"

Lu Chen fell backwards and quickly reached out his hands to press against the water before he fell to the ground.

The spirit said: "They cannot leave and must stay here. Why do you, Lu Chen, waste your time here?"

Lu Chen jumped up. The futon was hit by a few thin threads of lightning, and the fire burned fiercely. In the end, it flowed like water.

Another stagger.

After that, Lu Chen's feet felt like they were in mud, and every time Lu Chen moved, he would bring out mud as heavy as a mountain.

In an instant, Lu Chen stood up from the ground, floating sideways. When he landed, his feet seemed to be sprained, and his knee joints creaked.

In fact, this is why Lu Chen fell backwards and fell to the ground while sitting on the railing at Guo Yunlou Inn.

And why he sprained his ankle while he was with the Longxiang Sword Sect.

Lu Chen raised his hand, put his fingers together, pulled gently, and said angrily: "If you continue to be so aggressive, Xiaodao will use his real skills!"

Like twisting a curtain with his two fingers, Lu Chen opened a corner.

In an instant, the originally bright sky and earth were filled with countless lights as dark as ink, penetrating into this world like a tide.

The spirit shouted: "Stop!"

Lu Chen hurriedly stretched out his hand to push the darkness back into the curtain, then loosened his fingers and lowered the curtain again.

Lu Chen said angrily: "It's Xiaodao who lost his temper."

There was a laughter, which was like the echo of the valley and the rolling thunder from the sky. "Although it is like a dog jumping over the wall, it does have some Taoism. It is worthy of being a direct disciple of Taoist ancestors."

Lu Chen put his hands on his hips and made a scolding gesture, "Sneaky, what are you talking about? Why don't you come and dance if you can?"

As for the identity of the other party, Lu Chen knew it clearly.

It is a deity under the jurisdiction of the Lei Department of Heaven in ancient times, and the deity still exists today.

In Dali Capital City, the guy who worked as a coachman for Nan Hairao used to be in charge of the Zhankan Division.

This god is half the boss of the old coachman. But he is still not one of the twelve high-ranking gods.

He asked: "Will Ma Kuxuan die?"

Lu Chenwei said angrily: "I told you to let him go back then. Pindao has already saved him once. Otherwise, he would have been beaten to death by Chen Ping'an. How about Pindao?!"

The god remained silent and returned to his throne.

Lu Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

The conscience of heaven and earth means that poor Taoists have no time to spare.

Although this god has always hoped that Ma Kuxuan could "enlighten" and then embark on a divine path.

But the "dojo" of this old thunder god in the human world is not Zhenwu Mountain where Ma Kuxuan practiced.

Zhenwu Mountain, one of the ancestral palaces of the Aquarius Continent military family, is actually one of the dojos of another god.

If this god really wanted to ask questions, Lu Chen would have to call the Taoist priest before he could speak properly. He had to be polite.

After all, both the senior brother in charge and senior brother Yu are extremely respectful to this deity with outstanding merits.

Because in the ancient times about six thousand years ago, a group of majestic beings with brand-new "god names" appeared.

The god named "Dajiao" who travels around Suishan in Zhongtu, as well as the real people on land who have their own mountain offices, all appeared at about the same time.

Moreover, the founders of the three religions all recognized these divine names.

For example, there is a divine king among them, whose name is "Zhenwu".

Qing Ming Tian Xia Bai Yu Jing, the demon outside the world, in addition to being afraid of Dao Ancestor, is also afraid of this "True Martial" God Lord.

There is another osmanthus tree above the moon, which blooms in spring. From the palace in the sky, osmanthus trees rain down.

This female deity can be regarded as filling some of the vacancies in the gods. Her divine name is "Guanghan".

But she never wanted to return to that "dojo".

Lu Chen put his hand to his ear. After waiting for a long time and hearing nothing, he took back his hand and said tentatively: "Everyone take a step back?"

There was still silence, Lu Chen felt relieved, this was a promise.

Lu Chen's figure dissipated, stopped at one place, and reappeared. The lively scene before was no longer visible, and there was a vast white mist.

The Taoist priest wearing a lotus crown on his head is alone. There are only dead people in the world who are like this and don't give up day and night.

Lu Chen's expression was solemn and solemn, and he no longer had any of his usual aura.

Then Pindao is here, waiting for Zheng Juzhong in Baidi City!

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In Huaihuang County, there is an old house that has never been sold to outsiders.

Dong Shuijing opened the door and said with a smile: "Hey, isn't this Lin Yupu? It's an honor to come here."

Lin Shou crossed the threshold and stretched out his hand, "Stop talking nonsense and hurry up."

Dong Shuijing asked in confusion: "What?"

Lin Shouyi said: "Congratulations."

Dong Shuijing was amused, "You are imitating Wei Shanjun."

Lin Shouyi said: "I borrowed some Guyu money from Chen Ping'an and I have to pay him back as soon as possible."

Dong Shuijing laughed and said, "I was shocked. I thought you were getting married."

Lin Shou raised his foot as if to kick someone. Dong Shuijing turned sideways and said with a smile, "A scholar talks but doesn't use his hands."

To use Chen Shanzhu's words, it's like two chickens pecking each other.

Lin Shouyi said: "The old rules are stupid."

Dong Shuijing went to the kitchen to light a fire and cooked two bowls of wontons.

While Dong Shuijing was busy, Lin Shouyi, who was sitting at the Eight Immortals table in the main room, turned his head and stared blankly at the willow tree in the courtyard.

As for the well next to the tree, Lin Yupu didn't even notice it.

By the time Dong Shuijing held a large bowl of steaming wontons in one hand, Lin Shouyi had already averted his eyes.

Lin Shouyi took the bowl and chopsticks and asked, "Do you know why Chen Pingan called us here this time?"

Dong Shuijing shook his head and said, "I didn't ask."

As soon as Lin Shou was eating the wontons, he started to pick and choose. Dong Shuijing didn't bother to listen and just kept his head down while eating.

When I was in school, I didn't like this guy, not because Lin Shouyi was a child of a rich family, but because he liked to have a bad face every day.

Later, Dong Shuijing became even more displeased with Lin Shou.

She is their peer and Li Huai's sister.

That slender woman like a willow, and she still has such gentle features.

Dong Shuijing asked: "How much do you owe Chen Ping'an?"

Lin Shouyi said: "One hundred."

Dong Shuijing nodded and said, "I'll put it on for you first."

Lin Shouyi said: "Gu Yu Qian."

Dong Shuijing pretended to be surprised and said, "I thought it was Xiaoxue Qian."

Lin Shouyi cursed the rich man.

Dong Shuijing said: "You have such a good relationship with Chen Pingan, how can you be willing to owe me a favor?"

Lin Shouyi said: "There are places where you need to spend money to dig out the dam in Tongyezhou."

Dong Shuijing said: "Don't I have nowhere to spend money?"

Lin Shou sighed, "You only have money to make in Dong Ban City."

I have to admit that this guy Dong Shuijing is really a good material for making money. Just talking about one of the businesses made Lin Shou admire him as soon as he heard it.

I booked several fairyland hills with good aura, especially those with clear water veins, and tinkered with some potted plants, specifically to collect money from the generals and dignitaries at the foot of the mountain.

It is not safe to call it saving money for children and grandchildren. It is better to pre-purchase a pot of fairy flowers and trees with them. In order for the potted plants to take shape, they must be carefully cultivated for decades or even decades.

If you have one or two potted plants, Shantou Immortal Mansion will carefully record them and make an appointment in advance according to each customer's own requirements. The descendants must take them home in a certain year. Of course, they can also take them home on the spot. Converting it into fairy money, taking items in advance or exchanging money will not work. Unless the family is really in ruins and is too poor to open the pot, as long as the family members go up the mountain, they can exchange for a slightly discounted amount of fairy money, and the fairy mansion that cultivates bonsai can even help keep a family tree... Anyway, that's it. No matter how big or small, everything is covered.

Lin Shouyi heard that there were indeed a large number of dignitaries and gentry from all over the world. They were tempted and started spending money one after another. Countless countries from all over the world followed suit.

For this reason, Lin Shouyi had to admire Dong Shuijing's business experience.

This is just one of Dong Shuijing's many business avenues.

Dong Shuijing cursed for no reason, "Coward!"

Lin Shou glared and said, "You are a waste that is worse than me!"

The chickens started pecking each other again.

There are clouds above the layers of clouds, and the human world is at the bottom below the clouds. I can’t get tired of watching it for a long time.

After Ma Yuan drank wine, he became inspired by poetry, but he had to prepare a preface first.

Unlike many scholars, Ma Yuan likes to recite and excerpt the prefaces of various poems and songs.

Zhao Yao, the minister of the Ministry of Justice, took a ferry belonging to the Dali military. When he returned home this time, Zhao Yao also brought his immediate superior, Ma Yuan, and Guan Yiran, a doctor from the Ministry of Household Purposes.

Zhao Yao was called here by the "junior uncle", while Guan Yiran came here to see his friends "on the way" on the pretense of serving the public good. Master Chen Shanshan of Luopo Mountain, and Jing Kuan, who had only been the governor of Baoxi County for a few days. , they are all the kind of good friends who would throw up even if they drank plain wine in the Changpu River.

The ferry is far around the Beiyue Piyun Mountain, which means it is close to Niujiao Ferry.

Ma Yuan stood on the railing on the viewing platform outside the house and patted the railing gently. Seeing the beautiful scenery, he felt inspired and began to recite poems and write poems.

Zhao Yao and Guan Yiran were sitting in the house drinking. Guan Yiran turned around and said with a smile: "Uncle Ma, you are writing again. Do you want me to help you compile those thousands of limericks of yours into a book? Find a bookstore. Is the money journal printed? I don’t have to worry about sales. There are so many yamen in the capital. As long as they are officials, below the second rank and above the ninth rank, with one copy per person, my capital will be recovered. This business can be done! If you add If you stay with the capital, you can make a lot of money!"

The Master Shangshu, who was interrupted from his thoughts, did not turn his head, but just raised a finger.

Zhao Yao smiled and said: "If Master Shangshu really wants to publish a collection of poems, even if he doesn't have official connections and just uses a pseudonym, he won't have to worry about selling it at all."

Guan Yiran joked: "Shilang Zhao, why did you become an official? You didn't flatter me earlier. Our Uncle Ma will be going to Rizhui Ferry soon. Do you want to burn a cold stove?"

Zhao Yao asked directly: "Isn't it true that in the wild world, you still hold the title of minister? Are you going to step down?"

Guan Yiran raised his chin, "Only high-ranking officials who are qualified to participate in the imperial study room know about this kind of thing. Just ask the official."

Ma Yuan walked back to the house and said: "There is no need to resign. Anyway, with you as the assistant minister in charge of our punishment department, there will be no mistakes. What's more, in the six yamen, the high position cannot be completely moved, but it cannot be too frequent."

Guan Yiran laughed and said: "For Minister Zhao, this is not good news. I have to drink to drown my sorrows. Come on, Minister Zhao, let's go together."

Zhao Yao was a little helpless.

This contemporary head of the Ma family of Shangzhu Kingdom was actually the Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs not long ago. He was transferred to the Ministry of Punishment as the chief official, and he could neither be promoted nor demoted.

Mu Yan, the former left minister of the Ministry of Justice, was promoted to Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs, replacing Ma Yuan, and became the Prime Minister of the country.

The various offices of the Ministry of Punishment, as well as the monks who worshiped in the Ministry of Punishment, were naturally happy to see this happen. After all, Ma Yuan was well-known in both the government and the public for his careful calculation and wise way of making money.

Regarding that war, among the six chief officials of the Dali court, the only issue was who had the greater credit, Shen Chen or Ma Yuan. It had nothing to do with the Minister of Rites, Zhao Duanjin.

Cao Ping and Yan Jiao, both of whom had the same surname from Shangzhu Kingdom, had already gone to Rizhui Ferry in the wild world to join Song Changjing and the vassal king Song Mu.

And the head of the Ma family in Poyang is a bloated man with a sinister face. As long as Ma Yuan doesn't wear official uniforms and step on court boots, he looks like a wealthy man from a small county town. No more. The county government The richest man is unlikely to be as virtuous as Ma Yuan. But people should not be judged by their appearance. Even though Ma Yuan is big and round, he might be able to scare those who are timid when he walks alone on the streets of Beijing at night. Women are afraid of being raped, and men are afraid of being robbed of their wealth. Yes, but this Shangshu Ma, who has been in charge of Da Li's money bag for many years, is famous for his talent. He is a proficient in small regular script with hairpin flowers. He is the old man of the Zhao family who is the founder of the palace style of Da Li Dynasty. , it is said that Ma Yuan's small regular script is exactly the opposite of his appearance.

This means that no matter how ugly Ma Yuan is, his handwriting will be beautiful.

As for Ma Yuan, as an important minister of the Great Li who was recognized as one of the arms of the Imperial Preceptor Cui Chan, he was indeed a very tacky official.

He is also one of the two people who has been promoted the fastest in Dali officialdom in recent decades. Ma Yuan is in the capital in the north, and Liu Qingfeng is in the capital in the south.

As for why Guan Yiran was able to speak so freely on Ma Yuan's side, it was because Ma Yuan's imperial examination master was Guan Yiran's great-grandfather.

The old minister of the official department is an iron-clad official, and the assistant minister and doctor are smooth.

In addition, before Ma Yuan became a high-ranking official of the third rank, he would review the plans in Beijing every three years. Whether Ma Yuan was an official in Beijing or at a local level, he received first-class reviews every time without any suspense.

This made Ma Yuan, who was born in the Ma family of Poyang in the Shangzhu Kingdom, move to the official office seven times in three years!

This earned Ma Yuan a coveted official nickname, "Waistcoat".

Therefore, in the Hubu Yamen, Ma Yuan, who liked to scold others the most, was the only one who did not scold Guan Yiran.

Of course, apart from such a relationship, Guan Yiran's accounting, especially accounting skills, are indeed not bad.

As night falls, on the eastern border of Aquarius Continent, Qingluan Kingdom has broken away from the identity of the Great Li vassal.

Li Bao, who has been the Minister of Etiquette for many years, personally entertained a guest today. The guest was an unknown person both on and off Aopingzhou Mountain.

Liu Li.

This young Qi practitioner is a native of Qingluan Kingdom.

Li Bao was an old man with a bookish appearance. After he closed his study, he turned into Li Baozhen, the weaver official of the Great Li Dynasty.

In his early years, when Li Baozhen was serving as the chief spy of Dali Lvbo Pavilion, he changed his official status in Qingluan Kingdom. He was promoted quickly and soon became the Minister of Rites.

Having presided over many examinations, he is worthy of being the most influential person in the country.

In addition, Li Baozhen was also the king behind several of the former Great Li vassal states, including the Qingluan Kingdom. The various immortal mansions on the mountain and the Jianghu sects below the mountain were all under Li Baozhen's control.

Liu Ming originally didn't want to see Li Baozhen, but one of his secret mansions was robbed. He didn't need to think about it, but he knew it was Li Baozhen who took it without telling him.

There are two bowls on the table, one bowl of ink and one bowl of water.

There is not a single book by a sage in this study. They are all miscellaneous books that "are of no use to the imperial examinations or to the people's hearts."

Li Baozhen poured himself a glass of wine, sat down first, stretched out his hand and pressed twice to signal that the guests were welcome.

Liu Bei hesitated for a moment and sat on the chair opposite.

Playing against chairs is like playing chess.

Li Baozhen asked with a smile: "Where is Wang Yifu, have you met in these years?"

Liu Li remained silent.

At that time, Liu Fei's own boss, later Liu Qingfeng, the Minister of Rites in the capital of Dali, was a parent official in a small county in Qingluan State in his hometown. Wang Yifu was a county captain at that time. Later, when Liu Qingfeng changed places, he went to Niaobula. He served as the prefect of a small border county, and Wang Yifu followed him and worked as a coachman along the way. As Liu Qingfeng's student, or half-student, Liu Bei had a good relationship with the bold-minded Wang County Lieutenant at that time, because he often drank with Liu Qingfeng.

It seemed that as long as Lieutenant Wang opened his mouth, he could make his own master, who was always thinking alone with a slight frown on his face, say a few more words.

I remember one time when I was drinking, Wang Yifu once asked his father a question, wanting to know what he thought of the mountains.

Liu Bei couldn't remember much because he was drunk at the time, but one of the questions and answers between his master and Wang County Lieutenant is still deeply remembered by Liu Bei.

In the eyes of my master, the Taoist cultivators on the mountain, the so-called gods, are actually just ordinary people with bigger fists, nothing more, with few exceptions.

Liu Qingfeng had another question at that time, which he asked Liu Ming. Of course, it was more likely to be a kind of self-questioning and self-questioning of a master, related to whether he followed the rules or not, including those who made the rules.

Li Baozhen pointed to a book on the table and said with a smile: "Liu Ming, you are a very cautious person, so I am even more surprised. What on earth do you think? You don't keep such things in your mind. Dare you write it on paper?"

On top of that booklet was an interlocking plan, directed at a big shot who could kill Liu Li with just one finger.

The two sides are about the same age, but their realms are too different.

Liu Ming still didn't speak.

Li Baozhen asked: "Or are you just writing down the ideas that come from Liu Shangshu?"

Liu Bei finally said: "If it was my master's idea, you must have been included in the plan when you got the book."

Li Baozhen nodded, "Probably so."

I remember that when I was watching a "drinking dinner" hosted by Mr. Liu, a mountain sect with a guilty conscience was about to leak a scandal. He asked Liu Qingfeng for help through connections, and Liu Qingfeng helped fabricate a similar scandal. There was such a fuss that all the Shanshui and Di newspapers were talking about it. Of course, the result could only prove that the sect was innocent. Then there was another rumor that slandered the sect. The monks began to work hard to prove their innocence again. After that , when the real scandal was "revealed", everyone from the top to the bottom didn't take it seriously and no longer wanted to get to the bottom of it.

Li Baozhen found Liu Qingfeng, who just said lightly, this is called watching the excitement. The same excitement often doesn't make it lively.

Of course, in return, the small and well-off sect secretly took the initiative to send a large sum of fairy money to the Luojing household department.

Li Baozhen still doesn't know whether the real victims of that scandal, a small martial arts sect who didn't have time to expose their enemies, received the kind of justice that they were satisfied with or truly recognized in their hearts.

As for the booklet on the table, Liu Bei recorded the entry point of the plan in it, which was regarded as a first move against Chen Ping'an.

It was Ruan Xiu of Longquan Sword Sect.

In this way, Chen Ping'an and Luo Luoshan's sudden fortunes become more reasonable.

Especially reasonable.

Both parties have already made a private decision for life.

Then, two small sects who owned Shanshui Di newspapers to publicize the matter were brutally wiped out, and both died under the sword's energy.

Of course, no one would believe that this was Luo Luo Shan's method.

But this is only the first link, just a small foreshadowing.

However, some thoughtful people may, at this stage, begin to speculate whether Zhengyang Mountain is framing the incident.

Ruan Qiong of the Longquan Sword Sect, the chief minister of the Dali Dynasty, knew that this incident was false, and the contents of these Shanshui Residence newspapers were even more false, but what was his relationship with Luopo Mountain?

The second link is Shujian Lake, which is related to Gu Can.

It can be mutually corroborated with a certain landscape travelogue.

Li Baozhen turned his head and looked at the two bowls of water on the table, and said with a smile: "Gu Can is the bowl of ink. No matter how you mix it, it is all ink. But Chen Ping'an is the bowl of clear water. When you dip it in a little bit of ink, it starts to turn from clear to turbid." ”

Liu Ming nodded and did not deny Li Baozhen's point of view.

"Liu Ming, do you have a grudge against Chen Ping'an?"

"No."

"You didn't like him the first time we met?"

"When we first met back then, I felt that he and my husband were ordinary scholars. They were gentle, approachable, capable of cultivating themselves, teaching others, and doing things well."

The first time we met was on the road outside the Lion Forest in Qingluan Kingdom. In order to make way for a small black charcoal on the road, the old man's ox cart rushed into the pond, and they became drowned rats.

But Chen Ping'an's performance at that time made Liu Beixin fond of him. Just like what my father said, no matter what kind of family it is, whether it is a wealthy family or a small family, as long as one's children make mistakes, adults cannot just apologize on their behalf. They must let the children know their mistakes and then correct them. wrong.

"That's why I think he is so lucky. He became famous at a young age. He made great achievements in other places and became famous. He became a close disciple of a saint in the Confucian Temple. He is still the most talented Taoist monk in the world. It seems that he has all the advantages in the world. Is it all for him? Does it make you jealous and you think that the law of heaven is unfair? Do you want to fight for your master, Master Liu?"

"I'm not jealous. I have carefully studied his family history, and I must admit one thing. Chen Ping'an deserves all the benefits."

In the Dali officialdom, there were two people who were promoted the fastest, namely Ma Yuan, the Prime Minister of Dali, and Liu Qingfeng, the Minister of Rites of the Capital.

The most interesting part is that the entire officialdom knows that Liu Qingfeng is used by His Majesty the Emperor to monitor Luo King Song Mu, but the vassal King Song Mu always treats him with courtesy.

The reason why Luo Jing, the companion capital, has never become Song Mu's yamen is that there is Liu Qingfeng.

The scholar Liu Ming and the retinue Wang Yifu are the two people who have followed Liu Qingfeng for the longest time. Especially Liu Bei, who has been with the master since she was young.

But Liu Qingfeng was already dead because he was not a Taoist. The old man didn't even think about becoming a god.

But Liu Bei would not resent a scholar recognized by his master because of this.

Before Liu Qingfeng died, he once joked with Liu Bei that in the future, the only person who can perfect the many policies of the Imperial Master Cui Chan is not in conspiracy, not in trivial achievements visible on the surface, but in righteousness, morality, and the invisibility of people's hearts. Cui Chan deliberately left some room for his true achievements, because he personally said that those who learn from me will live like me and die like me.

Just like all Li Baozhen's actions in Qingluan Kingdom, in Liu Qingfeng's eyes, he just said lightly, "We are seeking justice with injustice, so what sense of accomplishment do we have?"

The key point is that Li Baozhen had to sincerely praise the other party, which was indeed one step ahead of him.

Legalist monk Wei Liang once helped Cui Chan, the imperial master, to erect a monument on the top of Yizhou Mountain.

And Liu Qingfeng personally wrote the Genealogy of Yizhou Gods that was later almost copied by the Confucian Temple.

"Then I'm going to be so weird that I can't understand it at all. You have no grievances and no grudges. What do you want from doing this?"

"Ask for nothing."

When Li Baozhen heard this, he was finally surprised and asked instead of pretending, "Liu Ming, are you doing this out of pure malice?"

Liu Bei began to shut up again, and even closed her eyes altogether.

Li Baozhen twisted the empty wine glass in his hand and said with a smile: "Liu Qingfeng must have reminded you at some point during his lifetime that if someone threatens you one day, like me, just betray him so that you can save your life? "

Liu Bei opened his eyes and nodded, "Li Zhizao has a clever plan, it is true. The master also told me to forget the content of that conversation as soon as possible, otherwise I will definitely not be able to deceive you."

The master hopes that he can become the second Li Baozhen, but it is too difficult to be smarter than Li Baozhen.

Li Baozhen asked: "Do you know why I haven't done this?"

Liu Bei replied: "Because you guessed that the master would do this, you found it boring. You are always too lazy to do boring things."

Li Baozhen smiled and nodded, "To be precise, it is neither interesting nor meaningful."

Liu Bei asked back: "Then how are you sure that I didn't guess that you would do this?"

Li Baozhen's smile froze.

Liu Ming smiled and said: "Li Zhizao doesn't have to pretend. In the final analysis, you are just afraid of a living Liu Shangshu, or to be precise, a dead one. You are still afraid, because you are afraid that he will have a back-up plan specifically for you."

Li Baozhen smiled brightly and nodded vigorously, "Then I have to ask you, do you have such a trump card?"

Liu Bei sneered and said: "I said yes, but you didn't fully believe it. I said no, but you were still doubtful. Then I said yes, may I ask Li Zhizao, what's the point of this question?"

Li Baozhen threw the wine glass back on the table and clapped his hands, "Liu Ming, I've finished asking, do you have anything else to say?"

Liu Bei closed her eyes, "You and I are just waiting to die."

Li Baozhen sneered and said: "You are pretending to be mysterious, pretending to be a ghost, do you really think you are Liu Qingfeng?!"

Outside the study door, there was a burst of gentle applause.

Liu Ming smiled and said, "Here he comes."

I have always kept silent about the name Chen Pingan. You, Li Baozhen, don't believe in evil. You talk about Chen Pingan. Who can you blame?

Li Baozhen forced himself to calm down, looked outside the door, his face was ashen, and asked: "Who?!"

Wearing a green shirt with a hosta on her head, she walked into the study as if she were in a deserted place, "What a coincidence. Liu Shangshu is gone, but I am still here. If you want to kill Liu Ming, it will never be your turn."

Behind this person was a young attendant with a yellow hat and blue shoes holding a green bamboo staff.

Li Baozhen asked: "How could it be you?!"

"Coincidentally?"

Chen Ping'an stood behind the chair, reached out and pressed Liu Bei's head heavily, twisted it gently, and said with a smile: "If you don't learn well if you are good at it, you will die if you don't learn it well."

Li Baozhen wanted to speak from his heart and call out his eldest brother's name, but found that he could only be "speechless". Let alone speak, the spirit training methods of the Qi practitioner were useless.

Next, Li Baozhen was horrified to discover that Chen Pingan, here and now, actually had a pair of pure golden eyes.

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A lonely city among colorful clouds.

In Baidi City, in this ethereal realm where true and false are confused, there are countless flying swords, the movements are disordered, and the speed is uncertain. After looking at it for a long time, maybe there is no boundary between the so-called movement and stillness. Such a huge number of flying swords, Zheng Juzhong spent three thousand years spending money to buy each one, receiving offerings, collecting them in secret places, or "copying them against the originals". Zheng Juzhong personally refined and imitated them. Even so, most of the flying swords were still made by Zheng Juzhong. Zhongzhong comes from years of derivation and calculation of "fantasy".

Zheng Juzhong, who looked up at a celestial star map, looked back and said, "This road probably won't work anymore."

The other Zheng Juzhong shook his head and said: "Not necessarily."

"With all the efforts of human power, this is all we can do. How can we ask for help from others? The question is who can we turn to? There is no Cui Zhen in the world."

"Just wait and see."

"For example, let's play the game of chess with Headmaster Baiyu Jingkou first?"

Bai Yu is a famous bandit, and his Taoism is as high as a dragon.

I have the skill of slaying dragons. I will show you my sword.

Apart from Zheng Juzhong, the only monks from Baidi City who have visited this secret realm in history seem to be the founding disciple Fu Qi and the closed disciple Gu Can.

Swordsman Fu Xi once sat here for more than a month, earning nothing.

Gu Can was even more wantless than his senior brother Fu Xi, and just asked his master some very layman questions, "Sword cultivator has a flying sword. If he doesn't have a master and a family, he will be confused. Do he need to find it by himself?" The natal magical power of the flying sword?"

"Of course it is necessary, but the difference between difficulty and ease is as huge as a world of difference. Sword cultivators searching for and testing the magical power of flying swords are like fishing in water. Some are obscure and the water is deep, so they need to be patient and explore. Some are simple, but it is obvious. , there is no need to put much effort into it. As for the depth of the water, it has nothing to do with the rank of the flying sword, it is all a matter of luck. Many flying swords have magical powers, but they are as clear as dragons swimming in the shallows. Swordsmanship is easy, and you can pull the dragon by its whiskers. Go ashore and become your own thing. Some of your natal magical powers are like a small fish swimming on the bottom of the sea. Swordsmen spend a lot of effort to find them, but they still gain very little. They can only laugh at themselves, it is better than nothing, fate has tricked people. In the middle, there is a lot of future. The great monks who are famous all over the continent are actually sword cultivators with hidden identities. They are just embarrassed to admit that they are sword cultivators. They are talented in cultivating Taoism and have a smooth road to climb. However, they are limited by the flying sword rank, resulting in poor sword training qualifications. , so I am ashamed to speak up and dare not call myself a sword cultivator. When it comes to sword cultivators in the world, the reason why there are almost no mountain cultivators is because the sects in the mountains are looking for the embryos of sword cultivators. They spare no effort to bring some rough jade back to the mountain. Careful carving, no expense of financial resources to cultivate, and the birth of a natal flying sword, there are traces to follow, the Great Wall of Sword Qi, Beiju Luzhou, the ancient Shu territory of Aquarius Island, and several other feng shui places in Haoran In this treasure land, the possibility of sword cultivators appearing is far higher than in other places."

"Does a sword cultivator with two or more natal flying swords, or one flying sword with several natal magical powers, have an innate advantage?"

"For the sword cultivator himself, this is of course the case. Between the flying sword and the flying sword, as well as between the inferior natal magical power, the two are similar 'explanations', or the two are opposite 'complementary'. There are different levels of gain. But when it comes to all sword cultivation and history, it is not necessarily the case. For example, your master only has one natal flying sword, but all flying swords related to water magic can be cultivated by you with thousands of swords. The flying swords are stacked together, and when faced with that one, they are just like the ministers meeting the monarch, and they can only bow their heads."

"Is the naming of each flying sword a university question? I heard that the name of the flying sword is the boxing move of Yamashita Takeo. It should not be passed on to others or leaked."

"Excluding the kind of naming that swordsmen use to make mysteries or blind people pick up the elephant, a flying sword with a name that is too big will be an empty show that is not worthy of the name. It will also conflict with the name and then affect the magical power of the flying sword. The name of a flying sword is too big. If you are small, you will waste everything, because it means that the confused swordsman has not yet understood the true connection between the flying sword and his natal magical power."

"Disciple has only one last question. The origin of the flying sword can only depend on life?"

"They are all determined by fate. You said that sword cultivators can only rely on fate. You are not wrong, but it is not right enough."

There is a large bamboo pole standing among the colorful clouds. There is a chessboard carved on the stone table below, and two jars of chess pieces are placed on it.

There is an old man in a green shirt, with his hands behind his back, and above his head is the well-known saying "Fellow the world first".

Han Qiaose's heartfelt voice sounded, "Senior brother, master has come to Baidi City."

Zheng Juzhong said: "Let him wait a moment, I will be there right away."

If he just learned swordsmanship, it would not be of any benefit to Zheng Juzhong, but it would be of little significance.

Because Zheng Juzhong has already tried it.

So Zheng Juzhong completely abandoned this path. A pure sword cultivator in the Ascension Realm, the Yang God Body, threw it away as soon as it was thrown away.

Facts have proved that even if one becomes a pure sword cultivator in the Fourteenth Realm, there is still a long way to go before the avenue Zheng Ju thinks of.

Then there is a sword outside the sword, and the Tao is sought in the art. The path Bai Ye took back then was good.

The two Zhengs merged into one, looked at the flying swords, and said to themselves: "It's like a person's surname, given name, character, and number."

In fact, there are a lot of future sword cultivators who have been to this secret realm, but Zheng Juzhong watched their "cultivating the flying sword" process, and the harvest was still very small.

After all, it is not the first sword cultivator who came into being in a world where the great avenues circulate completely.

As for Fu Qi and Gu Can among the disciples, it was just good luck that their memories were not erased by Zheng Juzhong.

Under the big banner, beside the stone table.

After Chen Qingliu lost one hand, he played the music on the chessboard alone.

Zheng Juzhong appeared and said: "Master."

"Don't dare to take it seriously."

Chen Qingliu didn't even raise his head, "I'm afraid of losing my life."

Han Qiaose was used to this.

Back then, Master and Senior Brother were often together and away from each other, but whenever they saw each other, it was always like this.

After three thousand years of separation, master and apprentice finally reunited, and the result was still no surprise.

Han Qiaise didn't know much about the relationship between her master and the blind Taoist priest from Baopingzhou. She didn't even know about the coachman from Luzhou in Beiju who was busy in vain and the Confucian scholar Chen Zhuoliu.

Master's foundation for the Great Dao is not in Haoran Jiuzhou, but from a blessed land in Liuxia Continent.

Han Qiaose met her master for the first time when she was a young girl. At that time, the master was accompanied by a maid named Xie Shiji who carried a short spear with her.

When Han Qiaose saw the burly woman, her first impression was that she was so tall and built!

But for some reason, Xie Shiji always regarded herself as a maid, but the master called her senior sister.

Later, the master accepted Liu Daochun, the troublemaker, as his disciple. Xie Shiji took great care of Liu Daochun and gave him a pink Taoist robe and a glazed pavilion.

Han Qiaise couldn't figure out this matter back then. Why did the woman named Xie look so favorably on Liu Daochun?

Later, I found out the answer by asking my senior brother Zheng Juzhong. It turns out that "if a fool looks at a fool, he will be extra kind."

But Han Qiaose had doubts again, because she could feel that Senior Brother Zheng was actually very close to Xie Shiji, even closer than his master Chen Qingliu.

Zheng Juzhong said that Liu Daochun is a half-hearted smart man who likes to pretend to be stupid, and he is a real fool. Xie Shiji is not stupid in doing things but is willing to be really stupid, so he is a really smart person.

Chen Qingliu threw the chess piece he was holding on the chessboard, raised his head and asked, "Do you know why I refused to teach you swordsmanship back then?"

"It would be best if Master is willing to say a few more words."

The implication of Zheng Juzhong's words is that he, as a disciple, already knows the answer, but Master, you can always find something to say if you have nothing to say. As a disciple, just listen patiently.

If we want to say that this great disciple has done anything wrong or bad, there is really nothing.

On the contrary, just saying that on the other side of Tieshu Mountain, it was Zheng Juzhong who climbed the mountain in place of his master, Guo Outing, who was trying to break the contract.

A White Emperor City stands tall in the Divine Continent of Middle-earth. Its owner, Zheng Juzhong, is recognized as the number one demon giant in the world.

In the past, except for Haoran Tianxia, ​​Qingming Tianxia and Manhuang Tianxia might not recognize it, but now they all have to hold their noses and admit this fact.

Zheng Juzhong of Baidi City is really... unreasonably strong.

Even the old scholar, when he was drinking with Chen Qingliu in Gongdelindu, had to say something about our brothers' ability to recruit apprentices. There was really nothing to say.

But speaking of how good Zheng Juzhong, the founding disciple, was and how he was liked by his master, I'm sorry, but Chen Qingliu really couldn't like him.

Damn, this guy is so smart.

I remember that Zheng Juzhong fell in love with playing chess when he had just started to practice.

Chen Qingliu felt that this was a bit unprofessional. How could a low-level Qi practitioner have such free time? How can you let your master teach you swordsmanship with confidence?

He played a game with this great disciple, guessing the chess pieces and guessing the black and white.

As a result, he correctly guessed the color of the chess pieces thirty to six times in a row!

The young man didn't even look at the hand where the master hid the chess piece. From beginning to end, he just stared at Chen Qingliu's eyes.

Chen Qingliu seemed to be calm at that time. Looking at the pale disciple across the table with a pale face but shining eyes, Chen Qingliu began to mutter in his heart. As a master, he was just lucky enough to pick a treasure. Or did you encounter a monster when you went out without looking at the almanac?

"Among those wild old beasts who have just woken up, who do you think has the greatest chance of joining the Fourteenth Realm? Well, except for Xiao Mo on Luo Luo Mountain and Bai Jing who turned into a little girl, they are all pretty good. Although they are not human, they are human. Unlike some people in some places, they are obviously human, but they are too immortal. Even in the dojo, the head is not touching the sky and the feet are not touching the ground. Hehe, neither up nor down. It's right in the middle."

Chen Qingliu sat down on the stone bench, looked at the two direct disciples who were standing, and said with a smile: "Qianse, don't be stunned, sit down and chat."

In fact, there were only two stone benches beside the table. Han Qise glanced at her senior brother, Zheng Juzhong smiled and nodded, and then she dared to sit down.

It was easy to talk about it elsewhere. Han Qiaose would not be so reserved. After all, when sitting here, he usually plays chess with his senior brother.

Zheng Juzhong didn't care about the harsh words of his master, and said: "The pseudonym is Wang Youwu, and the Taoist name is 'Tiger'. Its true form is not the tiger we think of in the world."

While speaking, between master and disciple, an old Taoist priest wearing a bamboo crown appeared on one side of the chess table, carrying a sword on his back and riding a deer.

Chen Qingliu frowned and said, "Isn't it that Bai Jing?"

Zheng Juzhong said: "She ranks third. Pure sword cultivation is more difficult to follow. Even if the path you are walking on is in the right direction, it seems that there is only a thin line between them, but it is still quite far away."

"The opportunity for this ancient demon clan that stole the Taoist title of 'Tiger' to join the Tao lies in the saying in later generations that 'tyranny is fiercer than a tiger'. Therefore, tens of thousands of years later, in the barbaric world, the more tyrannical it is on the Tao, the higher its Taoism will be. , you can sit back and enjoy the results.”

"It was able to take the lead because of the great ancestor Tuo Yueshan and careful arrangements, which drove half of the world to rush to the Sword Qi Great Wall to pave the way for its union. I believe Wang Youwu had already woken up by then. After that, I was just pretending to sleep. I guess it was only half a step away. With one foot already stepped in and half of the foot on the threshold, the king beauty could reach the fourteenth realm, but it was hidden deeper. So wait until the wild That battle was fierce, and within a few years, Wang Youwu will be able to become a fourteenth level warrior."

Hearing that there was going to be an unsuspecting fourteenth-level monk in the world, Chen Qingliu was completely indifferent. Instead, he just glanced at the sky.

How can there be no distinction between superior and inferior monks among the Fourteenth Realm monks?

Perhaps Zheng Juzhong was the only monk who dared to call "Zhou Mi" by his first name casually in the human world.

As for the remaining small group of great monks, it doesn't mean that they are not as strong as Zheng Juzhong, but they are not suitable due to their status. In short, they all have their own concerns.

Chen Qingliu asked: "The second-ranked one is the nameless one who deliberately avoided Bai Ze?"

Zheng Juzhong shook his head and said, "It's the one with the pseudonym Li Guo."

The appearance of a boy with double pupils has been seen in the sky before.

Chen Qingliu frowned and said, "Isn't the road to the path of refining things already taken advantage of by others?"

There is a Wuzhou named "Taiyin" on the other side of Qingming Tianxia, ​​which takes the lead.

Logically speaking, every road that a great monk takes to the fourteenth realm of Hedao is a single-plank bridge.

Just like Sword Cultivator Xiaomo's success fell short because Taoist Master Sun of Xuandu Guan was already on the road.

Zheng Juzhong explained: "Li Gu once chose two paths at the same time, one was to refine things, and the other was to eat books. The avenue manifested itself as a silverfish and built a book city, trying to do the opposite. The north side said King. After Zhou Mi climbed to the sky, he deliberately gave up a single-plank bridge that was almost as high as the sky to Li Kuan. Therefore, Li Kuan’s union with Dao is not a big surprise, and it is almost a conclusion."

Han Qise's eyelids trembled when she heard this.

Chen Qingliu was still calm and composed, "Do you think I will fight against Li Guan?"

Zheng Juzhong said: "He doesn't dare to make a fatal move at all, so when he meets the master, he will only avoid his sharp edges."

Chen Qingliu laughed angrily.

Han Qiao couldn't help but laugh, and she was no longer so nervous.

Chen Qingliu said with a smile: "Then as a master, I am not allowed to thank you properly as my disciple?"

Zheng Juzhong said: "I have to thank the master for not temporarily changing the color of the chess pieces in his hand."

Chen Qingliu was silent for a moment and said: "I actually wanted to fool you when I was the eighteenth chess piece, but that stupid guy stopped me twice with my heart."

Zheng Juzhong said: "I recognize the process, and I also recognize the result, so I have always been grateful to Master and to her."

If there is a thirty-seventh guess, Zheng Juzhong can still guess correctly, but it is very likely to damage the foundation of Dao.

That's why Chen Qingliu said today that Xie Shiji had stopped him twice.

Zheng Juzhong continued: "Wang Youwu, Li Kuan, and then Bai Jing and the unknown person who have a certain possibility. But besides them, there is actually Fei Fei, who will take the opportunity to go ahead of Bai Jing. Fei Fei On the surface, the concubine's ability to join the Tao is due to Bai Ze's guidance, but in fact, it can still be regarded as an old road that has been carefully laid out."

Chen Qingliu said with a smile: "If Zhou Mi is as powerful as you say, why would he go to heaven and run away in despair, just waiting for the founders of the three religions to join forces, and then go to question him again?"

Zheng Juzhong said: "Wenhai Zhoushou back then was just one person after all."

Chen Qingliu asked: "What if Zhou Mi is surrounded by you and Xiu Hu?"

Zheng Juzhong smiled and said: "It's best not to make assumptions about human affairs, and don't talk about what-ifs."

Chen Qingliu clicked his tongue and said, "Master is teaching his disciples."

Zheng Juzhong put one hand on the stone table and said with a smile: "Master."

Chen Qingliu waited quietly for the next sentence, but Zheng Juzhong did not continue. Chen Qingliu laughed and scolded: "You brat, are you kidding me?"

Zheng Juzhong said with a smile on his face, "Master taught a lot to his disciples back then, and there was one sentence in it that he always kept in mind."

Chen Qingliu said angrily: "I'm getting old, my eyes are dim, and my brain is not used enough. Don't make me guess. If you fart, hurry up!"

Zheng Juzhong said: "Master once said to me, 'Zhongzhong, Master only has a disciple like you. In the future, you have to make more achievements to make Master happy.'"

Chen Qingliu asked in confusion: "I actually said such serious words?"

Zheng Juzhong smiled and said, "It was because I got drunk once, and Master spoke his mind when he was drunk."

Chen Qingliu rubbed his chin and muttered: "Damn it, there's a new demon in the world, Zheng Juzhong, and you still have to blame me, Chen Qingliu?"

Zheng Juzhong raised his hand, waved his sleeves, and pointed to a place in Tongyezhou, where the Confucian scholar Li Xisheng was. He smiled and said, "Gentlemen, look at Duizi, killing Qingming for Haoran."

Chen Qingliu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly cursed: "You brat, what are you telling me to do? Just don't worry, what's the difference between you and bullying the master and destroying the ancestor..."

Sure enough, what are you afraid of?

At this moment, a young Taoist boy appeared out of thin air and gently pressed Zheng Juzhong's arm, "Scholar, don't be so angry."

Next to the young Taoist boy stood a tall Taoist priest carrying a sword.

Daozu, second disciple Yu Dou.

Unexpectedly, an old master would soon appear, reaching out to hold Zheng Juzhong's arm, "Lift it up, lift it up, just lift it up, why can't we scholars say something bold?"

The Holy Master also came, accompanied by the Ritual Saint.

And a gloomy old scholar.

Chen Qingliu winked at the old scholar.

The old scholar twisted his beard and said nothing.

Old scholar, it's up to you to smooth things over.

it's me again? The donkey grinds the mill and gives him some fodder to chew on. Besides, how can I, with my thin arms and legs, take part in such a big scene? Brother, don’t you feel sorry for me?

Anyway, if something goes wrong with my eldest disciple, I will go to Luopo Mountain to find your little disciple.

Then let me give it a try?

hurry up!

The old scholar laughed loudly, stretched out his hand early, took Zheng Juzhong's hand, and shook it vigorously, "Brother Zheng, let's play a game of chess. I don't want to scare you if I tell you. Brother, my chess skills have greatly improved over the years. Today is no different than before. If I don’t hide my clumsiness anymore, I will definitely win against you..."

When the old scholar made such a fuss, Dao Ancestor and the Holy Master retracted their hands almost at the same time.

The Li Sheng smiled and said, "There is no need to exchange the money."

But Yu Dou asked: "Do you want to exchange your money?"

"Are you not convinced?"

Zheng Juzhong asked, "Do you believe that I will cheat with Lu Chen?"

The three of us are no longer in the fifteenth realm.

Han Qiaose, the only one sitting there, sat there blankly, shivering, Tao Xin... What else was talking about Tao Xin.

What is a real fight between gods and gods? This is the scene in front of you.

This is not the kind of harsh words that a young man in the city would say when they meet on a narrow road.

The old scholar sighed, "Brother Zheng, why are you quarreling with someone again? A gentleman should talk but not take action. If you can take action, don't talk... Of course, it's best not to quarrel or fight. After all, they are really invincible." Alas, it is said that people are like the shadow of a famous tree. If they only give the wrong name without giving the wrong nickname, how can they be wasted? Besides, the level of Master Lu is very high! As for Li Xisheng, forget it, after all Now it’s my own family.”

The Holy Master probably couldn't stand listening anymore, so he coughed to remind the old scholar not to make trouble here.

The old scholar feels miserable. I am doing the opposite. If not, would Zheng Juzhong be able to listen?

Li Xisheng had actually noticed the situation here and wanted to rush to Baidi City. The worst he could do was play a game of chess with Zheng Juzhong in advance.

If you don't think about protecting the little treasure bottle, there won't be much difference whether you play the chess game early or late.

However, Li Xisheng was stopped by Li Sheng, who just asked him to prepare for the debate among the three religions and leave the rest alone.

Daozu looked up at those words.

Zheng Juzhong is indeed a rare talent in ten thousand years, so there is no need to compete for the first place.

Daozu said: "Those three games of chess can be played as you want."

The Holy Master nodded in agreement.

The old scholar nodded and said: "Three games is good, two wins and one loss, it is more fair. For things like chess, whether you are in a good mood that day, whether you have eaten enough, whether you drank good wine or bad wine, your chess ability fluctuates. , If you can’t do it accurately, three games is good. After one game, don’t be arrogant about victory and don’t be discouraged by defeat. Be prepared for the next game.”

Chen Qingliu smiled and said: "The old scholar has great insights into playing chess."

The old scholar still nodded, "The insight is quite original."

Second Headmaster Yu Dou, who came with a sword on his back, just looked in the distance towards the direction of the Hanging Mountain in the past.

Daozu smiled from his heart and said: "Zheng is in the middle, as you can see."

Now that we finally met, we got what we wanted.

In the secret realm of Baidi City, the third "Zheng Juzhong" appeared. He was wearing a Taoist robe, a Taoist crown, and was full of Taoism. He had a Taoist sect with the Taoist ancestors in the outside world.

Daozu took one step forward and came to this secret realm. He smiled and said: "We are not sword practitioners, but onlookers can see clearly. Then we can follow the clues and talk about 'Sword Dao and One' with our Taoist friends."

Unexpectedly, Zheng Juzhong smiled and said: "I would rather know what the first "world" is about to lose its soul."

The Taoist ancestor said: "The name can strengthen the name, but the Tao cannot be Tao."