Sword of Coming

At the top of Luolu Mountain, Bai Ye and Jun Qian sat and chatted about the three rivers in Hongzhu Town, including the Yuye River.

Xiao Mi Li has already said goodbye and left, jumping up and down, carrying a golden pole on his shoulder, holding a green bamboo stick, and the beloved cotton bag slung across his body. There are no troops in it for the time being.

Bai had also heard some stories and said with a smile, "Junior Brother Chen of yours is quite easy to talk to."

Jun Qian explained: "Zhu Lian punched in the Yuye River, and my junior brother also visited the Shuifu Mansion. If we don't show mercy here in Luopo Mountain, we will be suspected of being aggressive."

Shiro laughed it off.

Jun Qian said: "The most important thing is that Xiao Mili will feel sorry for herself. The more Luoluoshan does, the bigger the trouble will be, the more uproar it will make, and the more times she will be silent when she is alone in the mountain. If she is timid, she feels that there are people outside. The world is a bit dangerous, so I don’t dare to go out, and I am not timid, but I just don’t want to go out. There is still a difference in my mood. Therefore, the junior brother actually thinks a lot about this matter, and must have a good sense of proportion. Don't be too wishful thinking. You must know that from the beginning of this turmoil, Xiaomili wanted to hide it and pretend that nothing happened, but she happened to be bumped into by Pei Qian. In fact, Xiaomili had always wanted to say something. What, but I was worried that I might not be able to say it well and make Pei Qian and the others sad, so I had to keep it in my heart."

Bai Ye nodded, "That's right. It's more difficult to compare hearts to hearts."

It can be seen that Bai Ye said before that Chen Pingan protected her very well, which was not wrong.

Jun Qian said with a smile: "Later, Zhu Lian gave Xiao Mili an analogy and explained it in a half-joking tone, which finally allowed Xiao Mili to completely untie his knot. It is said that after hearing this, Xiao Mili laughed and was happy. I was rolling all over the floor, feeling that some of the old chef's words touched my heart."

Bai Ye asked curiously: "Can this kind of knot in the little girl's heart be solved?"

Jun Qian nodded, took out a jar of unknown immortal wine from her sleeve, and said slowly: "Yes." Zhu Lian first told her a story about the landscape in his hometown to describe the turmoil, saying that there was a person in the world. A woman from a distinguished family was hurt emotionally, and she caused the death of a heartless man's family. The man himself also had a leg broken. The heartless man went through all kinds of hardships to find her, and told his tragic story with tears and snot in his face. , the woman raised her eyebrows and gritted her teeth, saying that you were just lame and using a cane, but I was heartbroken. Who is more pitiful? Xiaomi Li was heartbroken at first, and asked the old cook if it was true. Zhu Lian said that he was making it up. , Xiao Mili was relieved. Then Zhu Lian asked Xiao Mili if he was still angry. If he was angry, I would ask the Water Goddess to limp to Luolu Mountain to apologize to you. Xiao Mili was shocked and hurriedly let go The old cook swore not to do such bad things. Then Zhu Lian asked Xiao Mili if this was the case. If we, Luo Po Shan, kept clinging to this matter, the Right Protector, who had actually turned over the story a long time ago, would always be unhappy in his heart. In the past, however, I didn’t dare to say anything, for fear of being misunderstood, which would mean I had no conscience, so I didn’t dare to say anything at all. Xiao Mili nodded vigorously, so Zhu Lian explained to her that the mountain master who returned home made a special trip to Shuifu to fight against the injustice for you. Beating the Water Goddess once is not as simple as retribution. In addition to helping you get the necessary justice, I also want to make her and the entire water palace have a longer memory, so that there will be no foreign land like millet grains in the future. People, walking in the realm of Yuye Jiangshui Mansion, no matter who they are, whether their status or realm is high, they will no longer be bullied by them casually. They will no longer dare to bully others, so it can be said that Xiaomi Li, you have the merit. Yes, the grievance was not in vain. If the young master does not take care of it this time, there may be many millet grains on the Yuye River in the future. The Shuifu Mansion will still make mistakes again and again, and occasionally kick an iron plate. They didn't think it was something wrong. At most, they just felt that the sign of their water house was not loud enough and the fist of the Water Goddess was not strong enough. Xiaomili, do you think this is good? Xiaomili said loudly, isn't it good? Zhu Lian smiled and said, Master, The last time I took you to the Shui Mansion as a guest, I had some knowledge. I didn't attack the Water Goddess in an aggressive manner, but I also didn't take it lightly. It was like leaving a boot in the Shui Mansion. Since it was left behind, If you have lost your boots at someone else's house, you will have to get them back sooner or later. The Water Goddess and the Yuye Jiangshui Mansion have to take it easy. Last time, Shanzhu Chen didn't get angry and didn't argue too much with the Shui Mansion. So what about the next visit? , will new and old accounts be settled together, and two crimes be punished at the same time? Xiaomili was full of praise, the good mountain master is awesome, old rivers and lakes, really old rivers and lakes. Finally, Zhu Lian smiled and said Xiaomili, you are cowardly now. After a while, I don’t dare to wander outside Luopo Mountain. Do you think that the Water Goddess dares to leave the temple and water mansion casually? She is not as courageous as a grain of rice. Besides, besides us, I heard that Wei Shanjun, who is the immediate boss , seems to have once reminded her that she shouldn’t think too much, the crime will not lead to death. Xiaomi Li, listen to it, is there a knife hidden in the smile, murderous, which can scare the Water Goddess. If the story only develops here , it’s nothing. After Xiaomili was happy in Zhu Lian’s yard, she plucked up the courage that day and secretly ran to a small bamboo forest in Piyun Mountain to count bamboos. As for what Xiaomili talked with the Weishanjun who hurriedly appeared, it seemed Hanging with a hook has not changed for a hundred years, it is a mystery. "

Bai Ye smiled and said, "It's hard for you to say so much in one breath. The content is already there, but where's the title?"

My good friend Jun Qian is not a person who is good at talking. We traveled to famous mountains together in the past. Jun Qian neither likes to talk about ancient deeds, nor does she want to talk about cultural background and academic affairs.

Jun Qian said: "As long as you are not in the fifteenth realm, you will be blinded by a leaf."

Bai Ye held up his tiger head hat and sighed: "The fifteenth realm."

Jun Qian suddenly smiled and said: "I'll take you to a village school. You can't eat melon seeds and dried fish for nothing. You have to do a small favor for your junior brother."

Then Bai Ye was shrunk by Jun Qian into the mountains and rivers, and pulled into a neat study room of a school by the stream. Jun Qian began to take out a manuscript, and skillfully turned to a page. The landscape story in the book told a story about a wanderer in the rivers and lakes. They strayed into the fairy mountain with the big water monster of Dumb Lake. The outline of the story is that they met three Taoist masters with their own styles. The two sides had a poem battle and returned home victorious. Bai Ye looked around and guessed that this was where Master Chen Shanzhu worked as a teacher. Jun Qian spread out the pages of the manuscript and told Bai Ye to stop standing there and take a closer look.

Bai Ye walked over to take a look, glanced at it a few times, and wanted to stay out of the matter. However, Jun Qian held her tiger head hat down and said with an angry smile: "Don't you talk about loyalty in the world? Damn it, I'm here to help you grind the ink. You Don’t even think about running away.”

It turns out that the manuscript contains quite a lot of space to write about the content of the poem. However, every time the young hero surnamed Chen "recited poems", all the content about the poems in the booklet was blank.

However, whenever the protagonist recited poems, the three mountain immortals, who were born as wild spirits but liked to be elegant, "heard" that Chen Shaoxia impromptuly composed a poem with outstanding literary talent. How did they go from disapproval at first to restrain their contempt? From the look on their faces, to each of them twirling their beards in silence, with their hearts shaking, to the unconcealed admiration, they were astonished, and finally they were sincerely convinced and resigned... But they were written very carefully and spared no words, which made Bai Ye and Jun Qian like them. The two readers read each other's words as if they were face to face.

Is this Shanzhu Chen so incapable of poetry? There are more than a dozen poems, and the top of the manuscript is empty.

What's so difficult about writing poetry?

Jun Qian had already started to fetch an inkstone, dripping water and grinding ink beside it. Bai Ye shook his head and said, "I told you not to write poetry, it's not a joke."

Jun Qian smiled and said: "Use your old poems."

Bai Ye said helplessly: "It's not like you don't know. I've forgotten most of the poems I've written. Those that I haven't forgotten have been compiled into poetry anthologies by good people and spread around the world. I copied my own, and Chen Ping'an copied mine. What's the difference between his collection of poems? He might as well find a less famous poet and copy some obscure poems."

Jun Qian said: "I have memorized all those discarded poems of yours. I told you to just copy the content. As for the titles of the poems, you have to make up your own."

Bai Ye flipped through a few pages of the manuscript, and then turned to the content of the new chapter at the end, and found that from beginning to end, it was the landscape story of the young knight in the rivers and lakes and the big water monster of the dumb lake. It was not Chen Ping'an's story in Master's Self-Tao, or Occasionally, I get up to write a novel like the Han deputy leader of the Confucian Temple. Bai Ye remembered that at the top of the mountain earlier, Xiao Mili talked about her first trip out to explore the world. She seemed to be looking for a passing scholar who owed her a story?

If it weren't for the sake of Xiaomi Li, Bai wouldn't be willing to do such a thing. What's the difference between fooling around and wearing two tiger head hats on his head?

Bai Ye sat on the chair, took the brush handed over by Jun Qian, thought for a moment, and said: "I remember that trip to Mount Lu, there seemed to be two ancient poems and Qijue, and they were pretty good."

Jun Qian reminded: "You can't show your peak poetry as soon as you start. Remember to hold back a little bit on the first few poems. In total, these twelve poems, the literary talent and skill must be gradual, especially the finale, which must be worthy of it." The exclamation and praise of the three immortal masters in the book..."

Bai Ye raised his head, there is so much nonsense, you write it?

Jun Qian said with a smile: "You are not too angry. If I were your junior brother, I would stand here with a brick."

Before Bai Ye started writing, he asked: "For this Taoist contemplation, I owe Chen Ping'an a great favor. How should I calculate it?"

If Chen Ping'an had planned it long ago, but an outsider like himself got ahead of him, the favor he owed would be even greater.

Jun Qian recited an old poem, and then said: "You are my good friend, and he is my junior brother. Then follow the old rules, I won't take sides, and you can decide what to do."

Just as Bai Ye was about to start writing, Jun Qian suddenly said: "Senior Brother Cui said back then that your style of writing in cursive script is acceptable. After all, the title of the poem is there, and future calligraphers will be willing to praise a few words against their will. Otherwise, just When talking about the copybook whose authenticity is now doubtful, Senior Brother Cui said that he could write better than you even if he held a piece of charcoal picked up from the dustpan between his toes. However, Junior Brother Cui had already mastered this manuscript. Hairpin Xiaokai, don’t show your timidity. If you can’t do it, why don’t you do it for me? I’m definitely better at writing Xiaokai than you.”

Bai also had to put down his pen, write as much as he wanted, and stop serving.

Jun Qian followed her husband's signature style and sighed, "No more, no more, just keep writing your ghost talismans."

Bai Ye suddenly asked: "Cui Chan really said that?"

Jun Qian nodded and smiled: "Senior Brother Cui never talks big. If you don't like to hear it, just hold it in."

Bai Ye endured it for a long time, but in the end he couldn't hold it in any longer and choked out a three-character sutra.

Jun Qian pushed open the window and glanced at Bai Ye. After finishing a poem, she recited an old poem and said with a smile: "There are actually three Meng children running around here. They dropped out of school and went to the school in the next village. No wonder we, Xiaomi Li, would say something so angry."

Bai Ye lowered his head to "copy poems" and asked casually: "How many Meng children are there in the village school?"

Jun Qian smiled and said: "It seems that we are only a little over ten in total. Fortunately, we recently accepted Ning Ji as a student, otherwise we would probably have less than two hands to count."

Bai Ye laughed when he heard this.

The embarrassments of our generation of scholars are not enough to be explained to outsiders.

In the mountains, the three brothers were just planning to have a drink behind closed doors. When Bai Deng finally knew who the burly man at the top of the mountain was, and who the boy in the tiger-head hat was...

Once you start drinking this drink, you can't stop it.

Now the three of them really hit it off and have become sworn brothers. They are ranked according to age, namely Bai Deng, Zeng Cuo and Gao Geng.

Bai Deng talked about the prosperous years of his family three thousand years ago. Yinlu talked about how wealthy his ancestors were in his hometown of Xianhan City in the wild. Gao Geng also talked about the intrigues in Qinggong Mountain, how they were both glamorous on the outside and full of grievances. The position of the leader of the next sect was originally within easy reach. The master nodded in agreement at first, but his respected senior brother and beloved senior sister secretly hindered him. He would rather let outsiders than help his junior brother... The brothers all talked about their respective sad points and drank. Feeling excited, Gao Geng asked if he wanted to invite Chen Lingjun to have a drink with him. The two drunk friends at the table suddenly sobered up a bit and asked Gao Geng to restrain himself and not be impulsive.

When talking about the change of name to "Zeng Cuo" and the current "Zeng Cuo", both Gao Geng and Bai Deng were filled with admiration and admiration. One said that fellow Taoist Yinlu did have real talent and learning, and the other said that he was worthy of being a gentleman. The secret is like a sign of the day. A gentleman is so obscure and humble that it is hard to know when he will retreat. Only when things happen, it will become clear day by day and he will do his duty...

Yinlu was frustrated and hesitated to speak. In the end, he still did not tell the two sworn brothers the truth. He was previously detained by the young Yinguan and had to write something every day. The latter often came here to check the content and told Yinlu that since Now that you are a half-hearted novelist, you should adopt the correct attitude of "do what you do, love what you do, and be the best in what you do", and write as many articles as possible every day, no matter how long or short, with sincerity first and foremost, and every word Don't just do it casually...

The boy in green and the girl in pink lived in houses not far from each other.

Chen Lingjun, who had neither drunk anything tonight nor had any intention of practicing, was sitting on the steps in a daze. He suddenly stood up, secretly picked up a stone from the courtyard, threw it towards another house, and threw it on the roof. Above, stones tumbled. Soon the stupid girl's inner voice reprimanded, "Chen Lingjun, are you bothered?" ! Chen Lingjun looked confused and asked in his heart, Nuanshu, what's the matter with you? I'm not happy that you misunderstood people so much. Has your home been robbed? Nuan Shu said angrily that if you continue to be so boring, I will talk to the mountain owner tomorrow! Chen Lingjun was not afraid of anything, but he was afraid of this accusation, so he had to say angrily, "I was just browsing a spiritual book secret book specializing in water magic in the courtyard, and when I saw something that I understood, I couldn't help but imitate it. Holding a hand full of immature Taoism... Before Chen Lingjun could finish speaking, that stupid girl with a bad temper started to teach people again. Editor, you continue to edit, it is best to compile the name of the Taoist book and the content of the Taoist formula. !

Fortunately, Jiang Shangzhen happened to be sitting on the roof of his mansion and asked with a smile: "Nuan Shu, Jing Qing, what are you arguing about."

Nuan Shu and Chief Zhou gave a blessing and went back to the house. Her desk was full of account books that recorded trivial expenses, and she had no time to deal with Chen Lingjun, a guy who was not doing his job properly.

Chen Lingjun tiptoed and floated towards the roof of Chief Zhou. He was a little embarrassed and said in a low voice, "Chief Zhou, if the little girl is so fierce, how can she get married in the future, right?"

Jiang Shangzhen lay on his back, his head resting on a jade porcelain pillow, his hands folded on his abdomen, and he said with a smile: "I think Nuanshu doesn't have to worry about getting married."

Chen Lingjun changed the subject, "Since it's been a long night and I have no intention of sleeping, why didn't Chief Zhou drink?"

Jiang Shangzhen opened his eyes and looked at the sky, and said with a smile: "I was thinking about the chaotic mountains high and low, the clouds hanging above the feet. Judging from the situation, it is going to rain heavily. As a sword cultivator, should I take shelter under the eaves or use one hand? Carry a big bucket and a big washbasin in one hand and go out to catch the rain.”

Chen Lingjun was in a state of confusion after hearing this, but the loser did not lose, so he began to talk nonsense, "This is not simple. If the rainwater can be used as money, see if I don't fill the courtyard with pots and pans!"

Jiang Shangzhen smiled and said: "Wei Shanjun still has something. If I were the tiger, the best name I could think of would probably be 'Lingze'."

In fact, in Jiang Shangzhen's opinion, if Wei Bo from Piyun Mountain decides to call himself "Lingze", this choice is actually not bad. The short-term benefits will be greater than "Night Tour" because it is the most suitable for that unprecedented event. "Tianshi". Of course, in the long run, it may be safer to travel at night, as the road is beneficial and the water flows.

Chen Lingjun was lying on the roof. Jiang Shangzhen suddenly reached out and grabbed the arm of the boy in Tsing Yi and said with a smile: "Jingqing, who leaked those sincere words I said about Changshou Zhanglu at the wine table?"

Chen Lingjun hurriedly sat up. Not only did he not feel guilty at all, but he looked triumphant. He crossed his arms across his chest and asked Chief Zhou for credit, saying, "I must have told Xiao Mili in a roundabout way, and then let her, who has such a small ear, send the message to God." Give the manager a long life. Think about it, Chief Zhou. You have been a bachelor for how many years. You look good and have a strong family background. Apart from being a little older, can you find any faults? There must be nothing wrong with you! Our manager also has a long life. She's single, not to mention that she doesn't like young people with tender faces and unstable faces. So, you two, the man is unmarried and the woman is unmarried, why can't you get together? A man is chasing a woman across many mountains. Women chasing men's spacer yarn, don't I think it's too embarrassing for you, Chief Zhou, to speak up? If Changshou Zhanglu has such thoughts, she will reveal some rumors to Xiao Mili again, I'll hear it again, give it to Chief Zhou, you If you say that, hey, doesn’t it make it happen?! One manager, one chief, you two are a match made in heaven, and we are even closer to each other!"

Even Jiang Shangzhen, who has seen the world, was speechless for a long time, with lingering fear in his heart, and said in a trembling voice: "Thank you. If you are so good at being a matchmaker, don't do it in the future."

Chen Lingjun lowered his voice and asked: "What's wrong, do you think it's inappropriate? Or maybe Chief Zhou has high standards and thinks that our Changshou Zhanglu is a little cold-tempered. You don't like her. Hey, you're just ignorant, right?" , the old cook and Brother Dafeng both said the same thing. There are many frosty-looking heroines in the book and fairies who look at people thousands of miles away. Wait until they are moved. …”

Jiang Shangzhen, whose scalp was numb, quickly strangled the boy in Tsing Yi's neck, and then reached out to cover his mouth. Please, Uncle Jingqing, please don't say another word.

In a warmly lit room not far away, Xiao Mili came to visit. She stood on a small bench and leaned against the window to listen. Finally, she could no longer hear the noise over there. Xiao Mili turned around and asked curiously: "Sister Nuanshu, is this really the case?"

Nuanshu, who was flipping through the ledger, stretched out his hand to hold down the abacus and spat.

Jiang Shangzhen covered Uncle Chen's mouth and asked, "Do you want to drink? I heard that you have a few new friends. Do you want to help introduce them? If so, just nod. If not, shake your head."

Chen Lingjun hurriedly pecked at the rice. Only then did Jiang Shangzhen dare to let go of Chen Lingjun. He glanced at the mansion not far away and drank with the door closed. The light was dimly lit and he didn't even dare to make a fist. Can he really drink to his heart's content?

Jiang Shangzhen smiled and said, "Those guys seem to have left you to drink."

Chen Lingjun was stunned and sighed: "It's your fault, Chief Zhou!"

Jiang Shangzhen was confused, "Why do you blame me?"

Chen Lingjun grinned and said: "Those friends and I accidentally carried money earlier, and now they don't dare to ask me for a drink. If you don't blame me, who do you blame?"

Jiang Shangzhen smiled knowingly and said, "You do blame me."

They fell together on the bluestone road. Jiang Shangzhen held the back of his head with both hands, and Chen Lingjun flipped his sleeves to make a crackling sound.

Jiang Shangzhen smiled and said: "The mandarin ducks have crossed their necks for a thousand years, the wings of acacias are flying together with colorful feathers, the harp and harp have been harmonious for hundreds of years, and the white heads share the old haze. People who have come here will occasionally be jealous of you people who have come here."

It was rare for Chen Lingjun not to tease Chief Zhou, and he immediately understood the different meanings of the two "comers".

The boy in green said softly: "I'll drink some more with you later."

Jiang Shangzhen nodded and suddenly asked: "Brother Chen, what do you think of me taking the initiative and letting Mr. Xiao Mo be the chief worshipper?"

Chen Lingjun's head suddenly felt as big as a bucket. This was... a proposition? !

I regard you as my good brother, and my brother exchanges my head for drink money?

The dead brothers at the wine table, where is the morality of the world in the bowl? !

Chen Lingjun's eyes turned sharply and he said: "Chief Zhou, let me chew it. If you are a good person, don't give in to others. Not everyone can be a good chief minister."

Without waiting for Jiang Shangzhen to say anything, the boy in green kicked open the door of Bai Deng's mansion in three steps. He put his hands on his hips and said with a smile: "Brothers, it's a bit early to hide out for a morning drink in the middle of the night, hahaha... "

At the foot of the mountain, the gatekeeper Taoist priest with a wooden hairpin on his head raised his hand and dipped it in his saliva. Using the moonlight as a light, he slowly turned over a page of a book. It was late at night when there were few people, so it was a good time to read good books and banned books.

It is indeed a "military" book highly recommended by Chief Zhou. There are indeed many fights and battlefields, all of which are unheard of before... It is a serious fight, and it is well written, with a mixture of fiction and reality, and occasional blank spaces, leaving a long aftertaste. ah.

The green cotton sermon robe is warm, the rustling of books is turned, and the wooden hairpin is always cherished by the water in front of the steps. My heart is in my hometown.

A sudden slap on the shoulder almost made Taoist Xianwei feel guilty and frightened us so much that he left his body and traveled far away.

Xianwei didn't care whether it was useful or not. He made a secret formula with his hands, muttered something, and used a Taoist formula that was said to be able to calm the soul. Then he quickly turned around and saw that it was his brother Dafeng who was standing behind him with a bamboo chair, Xianwei. He complained: "Well, you are so mysterious that you scare me to death. Come back and be the janitor again!"

Zheng Dafeng smiled and put the bamboo chair aside, "I know how to lock the door three times and restrain you. I won't scare you to death."

Taoist Master Xianwei said in surprise: "I spent more than ten copper coins to buy the Taoist book from a roadside stall in the ferry. Is it true that it is not a lie?"

Zheng Dafeng said: "Of course I am cheating money, but I can't cheat you."

Xianwei smiled and didn't take it seriously.

Zheng Dafeng held the back of his head with both hands, crossed his legs, and just slumped on the bamboo chair. He suddenly moved his buttocks, shuddered, and trembled all over. He complained to himself: "After all, I am not a young and strong boy, but my buttocks feel cold." . In the past, when it was freezing cold, lying naked on the bed was like a stove. My heart was burning, so there was no need to burn charcoal."

The Xianwei smiled and said: "Not to mention the bravery of a good man, brother Dafeng is not as good as the old cook."

Mr. Zhu doesn't like to talk about the past events in his hometown. He heard from Xiaomili that Zhu Lian lived in the blessed land of lotus roots and was once known as an immortal and a noble prince in the world.

Zheng Dafeng said to himself: "If I have enough food and clothing, God will not let me down. If I don't make progress in learning, why should I treat God?"

Xianwei smiled casually and said: "I guess God is not so stingy."

Zheng Dafeng smiled and patted the Taoist priest Xianwei on the shoulder, "You and I share the same disease, we are both laymen."

The Xianwei nodded, mistakenly thinking that Zheng Dafeng was saying that he was not good at practicing Taoism. At the same time, he laughed at himself, saying that he failed to reach the top of martial arts?

Zheng Dafeng glanced at the "Book of War" in Xianwei's hand, "Where's the second volume?"

The Xianwei turned his head furtively and looked towards the mountain road. Seeing that there was no one there, he took out another book from his sleeve and asked with a smile: "If you don't want to read the first volume, why don't you read the next one?"

Zheng Dafeng took the book and began to act like a senior, "Reading this kind of military book about fighting and killing, there is no difference between the previous volume and the previous volume. You are temporarily unsatisfied, and it is not interesting."

There is one of the feudal hilltops in Luopo Mountain, named Zhaodu Gang.

Li Huai has a private mansion of his own here. In fact, there is also a private residence on the other side of Luolu Mountain, but the "maid" Wei Taizhen is there. She seems to be very reserved and looks pale every day, so Li Huai simply moved here. When they got here, Chen Lingjun was leading the way. The boy in green was winking at him along the way, which made Li Huai very embarrassed. After explaining in his heart, Chen Lingjun just said, "I understand, I understand." Li Huai was also helpless, you know. You don't understand.

When Li Huai was staying at Zhaodu Gang, Lin Shouyi and Dong Shuijing took Shi Jiachun, who had temporarily settled in Taoye Lane, for a visit. Anyway, they all had a share in the mansion in the mountains. of.

However, one of them is Dong Banzhou, who is rich in wealth, and the other is Lin Yupu, who regards money as dirt, and the gods on the mountain despise the princes. Li Huai, who has probably been thinking about owning a big house since he was a child, takes it seriously?

The old braided little abacus seemed to be the one who had changed the most among her classmates, but they were all married and had a pair of children. They were still money-crazy. When she heard that there was also a post in her name that was listed in her name, I made a special trip to look around the house I bought, and kept asking how much such a large house was worth. According to the current market conditions in our hometown of Huaihuang County, if it were to be resold, it could be sold to an immortal master in the mountains. , why should she use fairy money, or even that kind of Xiaoshu money to settle the bill? And can she rent it out when she doesn't live here? The annual rent is suitable for both young and old, right? Year after year, when she gets older and passes away, can she be adopted by her family and children...

Listening to the chatter in front of them, Li Huai and the three of them were all smiling, and they could even make a few jokes at Shi Jiachun's expense. However, upon hearing her last question, they all fell silent in unison.

Shi Jiachun stopped at that time and looked at their expressions. They were classmates in the past, and they were still very young. Well, not to mention Bookworm Lin, who had been handsome when he was a child. He was not crooked, but now he is more and more mature. Dong Shuijing, who used to be a gourd every day, has become quite manly. Even Li Huai, who was often made to cry when he was wearing crotchless pants when he was a child, has a bookish air about him, like a serious young scholar.

The woman stretched out her hand to smooth the hair on her temples and smiled softly: "Masters, what are you saying? I'm not sad. Why are you sad for me? Are you actually secretly in love with me a long time ago? Lin Shouyi, Dong Shuijing, you like Li Huai's sister, is this a cover-up? And Li Huai likes Li Baoping, is it just an act?"

Lin Shouyi and Dong Shuijing looked at each other and smiled. It was rare that they talked about Li Liu without calling each other wimps or pecking each other's chickens.

Li Huai said helplessly: "Don't talk nonsense. If Li Baoping listens to her, she won't care about you and will make me walk away without food."

When Li Huai was a child, his underwear would often be hung on a tree, and he would squat on the ground and cry. The little girl in the red cotton jacket would have disappeared long ago. Mr. Qi came over after hearing the sound, probably too many times, and later he seemed too lazy to ask why, so he had to use a long bamboo pole to help pick it off. His underwear was thrown to the top of the tree, and the bamboo pole could not reach it. Outside the school, there were many Mengtong watching the excitement. They put their heads together to make some calculations and helped Mr. Qi come up with some bad ideas. Dong Shuijing, who had always been reticent, rarely took the initiative to speak. Said he could climb trees. Mr. Qi smiled and shook his head and said, "Look at me." He picked up a stone on the ground, weighed it a few times, turned his arm a few times, and then threw it into the sky.

Unfortunately, it missed the mark. The stone just passed through the treetops, making a rustling sound. The golden light and shadow fell on the ground through the leaves. As the leaves swayed, the sunlight on the ground broke into pieces and swayed. .

The boys in the school who craned their necks to watch sighed, Mr. Qi was just a little short.

Mr. Qi went to pick up another stone, and this time he succeeded in hitting a high branch, and the pants fell down. Li Huai quickly put his pants back on. On the way home, he was very upset. I'm glad, ha, these pants are so promising today, just like flying a kite. On the way, he met the skinny and unattractive sister. She came to take him home. Li Huai told her about today's great achievements and explained that he would wear these pants tomorrow, so there was no need to be afraid of that. The little treasure vase was gone, and Li Liu held his brother's hand. The girl just squinted her eyes and smiled, patiently listening to her brother's sarcastic ramblings.

The child's slightest grievance seems to be overwhelming, and he will always cry heartbreakingly, even making his throat hoarse.

But often after a moment, the grievance disappears, just like those house keys that children never know where they have dropped.

Tonight, Li Huai put down a sage book, walked out of his study and house, and walked all the way to the cliffside viewing platform, where there was a pavilion.

Recently I have collected some questions and would like to ask Chen Pingan for answers.

For example, for the time being, Li Huai could only understand the literal meaning of the sentence "A man who has attained the Tao externalizes but does not internalize".

Wei Taizhen arrived gracefully.

Li Huai, who was lying lazily on the bench in the pavilion, immediately sat up. Wei Taizhen felt a little guilty because she had disturbed the master's relaxation again.

After Li Huai sat up, he asked with a smile: "Mr. Bai, who is known as the most proud man in the world, is now in Luolu Mountain. Do you want to meet him? If you want to meet him, come with me to visit him, but I have met him." I can’t guarantee whether we will be able to talk a few words in person, or whether we will be turned away like Wei Shanjun.”

He has a very good relationship with Xiao Mili, and Xiao Mili also thinks that Mr. Li is very powerful. Goodman Mountain Master is such a tolerant person. It seems that it was because Mr. Li complained a little back then that Goodman Mountain Master can't get over that hurdle now. ", I always want everyone to think that my cooking skills are not bad at all.

It's a pity that except for Xiao Mili and the old cook, no one in Luolu Mountain seemed willing to give a few compliments against their will.

Wei Taizhen shook his head vigorously, "Young master, I don't dare to see Mr. Bai, and I don't need to. I think that I can be content with being able to live in the same mountain with Mr. Bai."

That was Mr. Bai, the only Mr. Bai in thousands of years!

Take green to compare with white, iron bones and soft muscles. The body of poetry is here, the soul of ice and the soul of snow.

Li Huai joked: "Fortunately, I even drafted the flattery."

In fact, when Li Huai is with Wei Taizhen, he is very sincere in his words and deeds. He is afraid that Miss Wei will misunderstand him as the kind of libertine with evil intentions and a loose mouth. He is especially worried about ruining a woman's most important reputation. It was only when he returned to his hometown and arrived at Luolu Mountain that Li Huai felt relaxed and dared to be a little more casual. In Sui Cliff Academy, Li Huai held the status of a sage after all. Outside of the academy, Li Huai was also a disciple of the literary sage lineage, so he paid more attention to everything.

Looking at Miss Wei, whose eyes were narrowed into crescent moons, covering her mouth and smiling coquettishly, Li Huai asked curiously: "What are you laughing at?"

Wei Taizhen smiled and said: "I just imagined the scene of the young master flirting with others, and found it very interesting."

Li Huai said, "Tell you about what happened when I was a child and on my way to school."

Wei Taizhen's eyes were bright and she was very excited. She quickly sat upright and folded her hands gently on her knees, "Okay."

"This is quite a story."

Li Huai thought for a moment, moistened his throat, and said, "Let's start with when I first met Chen Ping'an. It was in an early spring when the grass was growing and the orioles were flying. If I remember correctly, I was seven years old and Chen Ping'an was Peace is fourteen.”

It was only later that Li Huai learned from the big white goose that in order to have a good meal on his birthday, Chen Ping'an, who knew about it for the time being, secretly fished all night and complained that Cui Dongshan was not doing it. I told you earlier.

But the next day, Li Huai, who even forgot that it was his birthday, complained that he always ate fish and drank fish soup, which was tasteless. Chen Pingan, why did you become a cook? Can't we change our taste? , Braised chicken legs, fried a plate of muntjac meat, stewed a pot of well-cooked hoof...

Wei Taizhen hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice: "Master, the flowers, trees and grasses mentioned in the book and the orioles flying in the air, doesn't it refer to the late spring season?"

Li Huai hid the slight sadness in his eyes and said with a smile: "Because that spring was different, it was as long as the story I want to tell you."

The Blessed Land of Lotus Roots is a small courtyard in Peixiang, Huguoguo.

Xie Gou asked: "Since Mr. Zhu has returned to his hometown with Liu Xianyang and the others, why doesn't he come to us?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "He has no face to come. This time when I go back to my hometown, I have to hide my head and hide my tail. I don't dare to see people."

He owes a lot of love debt, and the woman's saliva can drown him.

Peixiang thought so.

The men and women who lived in the same era as Zhu Lianshen were all unfortunate. Men could not defeat that crazy martial artist.

It is said that nine of the ten women who have seen Zhu Lian's appearance hate Zhu Lian, and one of them hates Zhu Lian because she has never seen him before.

Peixiang has been in the blessed land for a long time, and the rules of the Fox Kingdom's ban do not restrict her as the leader of the Fox Kingdom. Therefore, Peixiang often goes out to relax. Knowing that there are several landscape gods now, she has always "missed" Zhu Zhu. Lian, one of them was the female martial arts master who died at the hands of Zhu Lian in the battle of Nanyuan Kingdom's capital. They were once the true spirits between heaven and earth. They inherited their spiritual energy and became female ghosts. The heroic spirits of heaven and earth were then soaked in incense and finally transformed into gods. These "empresses" who have obtained temple names and divine masters have been hoping for that for so many years. The noble prince Zhu Lian, who is "very charming and possesses 90% of everything", has come back from the dead just like them.

Of course, they wanted to meet again so that they could avenge that heartless and heartless man. They had already hated Zhu Lian so much that their teeth were itching with hatred. As long as the word Zhu Lian was mentioned, they would almost break their teeth.

On the border between Songlai State and Northern Jin State, there is an Autumn Qi Lake in Caizhou. In the center of the lake is a green hill. There is a Taoist temple on the mountain called Damu Temple.

Not long ago, the entire area within a hundred miles of this huge lake was under martial law, and layers of checkpoints and hidden sentries had been carefully arranged.

There are several painted boats docked on the shore. In fact, those who can enter the territory of Qiu Qi Lake, whether they are Qi practitioners, martial artists, or a group of supernatural beings, do not need to take a boat to land on the island, so they choose to punt across the lake to the center of the lake. The islands are all elegant and leisurely.

Tonight on the Autumn Lake, more than thirty islands, large and small, are all brightly lit.

Chen Ping'an suddenly stood up. In an instant, his eyes turned pure gold, staring at "someone" somewhere in the middle of the heaven and earth of this blessed land, but they quickly returned to normal.

Chang Ming sighed quietly, feeling complicated. She didn't know how to persuade the young master for a while.

Xie Gou originally wanted to gloat about his misfortune, but thinking that he was now the second worshiper of Luolu Mountain, he pretended to defend his mountain master, stamping his feet vigorously and sighing.

The girl in the mink hat turned to look at the palm. She was caught off guard and could only act as a mute. Judging from her own performance, she was very decent. Hehe, it's hard to say who will be the big one in the next few days.

Chen Ping'an sat back down and said with a smile: "Let me tell you, it's hard to find a foot in your life."

Changming smiled bitterly and said from the bottom of his heart: "Young master, although I am making wedding clothes for someone else, but it is him, it seems that I can barely accept it?"

Chen Ping'an nodded, picked up the tea cup, and said with a smile: "Drink tea, drink tea, relax your mind."

The blessed land of lotus roots of the old temple master, the blessed land of lotus roots in Luolu Mountain. Each of the old and new blessed places has one word, which is lotus. Perhaps this is what is called no coincidence.

That vision of heaven and earth originated from the Xinxiang Temple in the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom. It was like a sword arc drawing an arc and a rainbow crossing the sky. In an instant, it fell in the center of the heaven and earth in the blessed land. It was like the celestial phenomenon appearing out of thin air when it fell to the ground. After becoming the first sword cultivator, Chen Ping'an noticed this strange phenomenon of heaven and earth immediately, but the change was so fast that the Talisman clone, which almost stared until his eyes became numb, had no time to "observe the Tao" carefully. It’s a foregone conclusion.

Guo Zhujiu lowered his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking.

Peixiang had no idea what was happening.

Chen Pingan realized later, thought about it for a moment, and came up with a guess. He laughed in his heart and said: "The old temple master must have done it deliberately to prevent me from getting this huge advantage. That's good, this way I feel more at ease. So, you can focus on the retreat as soon as possible."

Changming nodded, but his tone was slightly complaining, "Since the Lotus Flower Blessed Land has been divided into four parts, the old Taoist priest must have stretched his hand too far."

Chen Ping'an hurriedly put down the tea cup, coughed, and reminded anxiously: "You can't say that, don't forget the well digger when drinking water."

The bright moon in the world is bright and colorful.

The old temple master laughed and sneered: "It's such a good style. Each elbow turns inward than the other, which makes others feel moved when they hear it."

Xiao Mo originally planned to get up and say goodbye, and go to the Qingshen Dynasty to find the sword cultivator. He asked out of curiosity: "What do you mean? Did someone in Luopo Mountain talk to fellow Taoist?"

Don't get me wrong.

The old temple master smiled and said: "She is the woman who is the incarnation of the gold essence copper coin ancestral money, the long-lived Taoist friend who was taken out of the Sword Qi Great Wall by your mountain master. She disliked the poor Taoist who stretched his hands too far and meddles in things."

Xiao Mo was too lazy to ask the specific reason, and just asked: "Fellow Taoist, there are still connections over there at Lotus Root Blessed Land that I haven't mentioned yet?"

The old temple owner said: "How to lift it? Uproot it? It's like lifting the carrot to create a hole. If I really do this, the Lotus Root Blessed Land will not be able to be among the first-class blessed lands. It will just be the landscape that fills up those big holes." Luck, that magical sum of money that you Luoshan needs to throw in, let alone the money, that number alone can make a money fan's teeth feel sore, and just thinking about it will make his head as big as a dustpan."

Xiao Mo reached out and took out a jar of Long Live Wine, then picked up the white bowl in his hand and said with a smile: "What does Taoist friend care about with our Changshou Zhanglu? Each one has his own master. She follows my young master wholeheartedly, so she must always say A few words that can't cover everything, just think of me as apologizing to you, sit for a while, and drink a jar of wine with fellow Taoist."

The old patron smiled and nodded, "It's a rare opportunity to meet again after a long separation. One jar is not enough, so drink two more jars."

Xiao Mo looked at the few drinks left on the table and said with a smile: "You're almost done, keep some left."

The old patron said: "There are many in the wine cellar, as many as this one or two."

Xiao Mo nodded, "I'm not as good as fellow Taoist in brewing, but I have never lost to you in drinking. I originally wanted to save some face for you in front of your two apprentices, but fellow Taoist asked for this."

The old spectator laughed endlessly.

If it weren't for the thoughtful hospitality at the gate of Luolu Mountain, Chen Ping'an would have gotten one of the Lotus Root Blessed Lands. Hey, he wanted to be among the middle and upper class Blessed Lands? Yes, yes, I don't want to stop you, the new owner, from throwing money away. As for the expenses of the fairy money, this "money addict" who likes to be a good-luck boy will truly see what it means to throw away money that is not enough and that it is wasted money. After finally raising the rank of the blessed place, Chen Ping'an couldn't help but feel physical pain every time he had to go to his own blessed place.

Otherwise, Chen Ping'an really thought that it was reduced to a white painting of mountains and rivers, and if he really spent some money, he could truly "paint gold and paint"? No matter how much you apply a layer with a brush, the blessed land will soon peel off like layers of red paint, and the content of the inscription will soon become unclear.

For example, in the marketplace in Chen Shanzhu's hometown, people use rice paste to post Spring Festival couplets on the door walls. It is said to be strong and can be replaced for several years. However, this Spring Festival couplet in Blessed Land has been exposed to the wind, rain and bright sun. After that, just as the book of ghosts and ghosts said, it only takes a year for the mountain to move downward for a year, and it only takes "one year" for the lotus root blessed land to pass, and the spring couplets will fall down in the wind.

When the Jiazi years passed, the belated Master Chen would either regard the blessed land that dared to change its name as worthless and stop spending the money. However, as long as Chen Ping'an and Luo Luoshan wanted to completely fill this hole, they would not be able to do anything. Compared with the mud-legged boy, you have gained several more intimidating identities and titles. You have to obediently come to pay homage to Pindao on the top of a mountain, and then check Pindao's mood at that time, and remember to take the kid in green with you. Come together, first let the little bastard learn how to speak properly, kowtow a few times, and then apologize. In the end, of course, you two will return in vain.

Anyway, you Chen Ping'an likes to protect calves the most, and you definitely don't want a boy in green to kowtow to Pindao to apologize. That's a coincidence. Pindao is quite vindictive and doesn't have the demeanor of an elder.

When something happened, you came to ask for apology. It was you who asked for it. If you couldn't reach an agreement, you went home disappointed. Wasn't it Chen Ping'an who asked for it yourself?

Talking about money? Didn't the Lord of Baidi City personally visit the Taoist temple back then, and the "price" given at that time was high enough? Didn't he, Zheng Juzhong, come back disappointed?

Therefore, fortunately at the mountain gate, a certain little girl said a few careless words, which happened to be heart-warming words that made the poor man feel particularly pleasant to his ears.

This invisibly helped Chen Ping'an and Luo Luo Shanquan Mansion save... at least several thousand Grain Rain coins. Not only was there no loss, but what they would earn from the blessed land in the future could not be calculated with immortal money.

Wang Yuanlu's eyes were opened today.

Is there anyone who apologizes like this? Drinking an extra jar of wine from the host is like doing someone else a favor.

I learned a lot from Mr. Xiaomo today. I need to digest it carefully. I think it will be useful when I go out to travel around the world in the future?

I remember that many years ago, Taoist Sun, who pretended to be his ancestor, cheated him into drinking. When he got drunk, he began to give advice to the world, and he once said that there is a Luobaotan Bixiao in the vast world. The cave master is highly respected and well-known. He is famous for his big-mindedness and broad-mindedness. He has the most demeanor of a senior on the mountain!

Daochang Sun is just a bitch, so just listen to these words in reverse.

The old temple master said from his heart: "Bai Ye succeeded in cultivating the sword in the Taoist Paradise by accident."

Xiao Mo thought for a while, "Since it's him, I can accept it."

The old temple leader asked: "You just mentioned the candidate in your mind before, what does Chen Ping'an think?"

Xiao Mo told the truth, "Me. Then Chief Zhou. Next, there are two students and disciples, Cao Qinglang and Guo Zhujiu."

The old temple master twisted his beard and said with a smile: "As expected."

Xiao Mo opened the mud seal and finally drank two jars of Long Live Wine. His face turned red and he burped from the wine. He stood up drunkenly. He was really full of wine today. He stretched out his hand to hold the table and said, "Let's go."

The old temple master then stood up, his Taoist robes fluttering, the smell of alcohol dissipated, and he smiled and said: "I have nothing to do, I might as well accompany you to visit the world."

What a waste! In ancient times, when Taoist priests made wine and drank wine, they were most taboo about refining wine into spiritual energy. This was because there was no wine at all, and then the smell of alcohol was dispersed after drinking.

Xiao Mo patted the old patron on the shoulder and said, "Fellow Daoist Bixiao, there is something I have wanted to say for a long time. You are really not good at drinking wine."

The old temple leader smiled and said: "Drinking friends and Taoist friends are hard to find. There are so many people outside the table. If you don't want to drink a toast, you will have to drink a fine wine. Xiaomo, stop holding on and vomit."

Xiao Mo's throat moved slightly, and his stomach water surged, but he still forced himself to swallow a large mouthful of wine.

Wang Yuanlu shuddered subconsciously when he saw this scene.

The skinny Taoist priest understood again that this amiable senior Xiaomo was stubborn and good-looking!

The old temple master rarely looked sad and said softly: "Xiao Mo, you should have guessed that the earliest opportunity in Ouhua Blessed Land was a kendo lineage that I tailored for you. In the early years, I thought about whether it could help you with kendo. , we have made further progress, but we have waited too long at Donghaiguan Taoist Temple, so we have to change this thread."

Xiao Mo smiled and nodded, "I've guessed it a long time ago. Fellow Taoist, it's up to you. As for the outcome of the matter, it doesn't matter to you and me. Otherwise, if you think I'm forcing myself to drink so much today, it's really just If the wine is good, then you will be greedy?"

The old temple master smiled and said: "If you don't have a few close friends, the world will be extremely boring."

Xiao Mo smiled and said: "Then next time I come to host, I will invite you and the young master to drink together."

The old temple leader turned his head again and said "Oh."

Xiaomo felt helpless.

It is a rare regret that my swordsmanship level is not high enough, otherwise I would have to drink on the head of my fellow Taoist.

The old viewer sighed with emotion: "Xiao Mo, the person you see now is not the same person he once was."

Xiao Mo smiled and said, "I know not."

In the courtyard, Guo Zhujiu yawned again and again. After asking her master for instructions, she went to wander around and look at the scenery alone. Xie Gou chatted with Qiu Qing's "sister" who did not have a Taoist name, so she took the girl and followed her. Leader Guo was taking a walk under the moonlight. Luo Fumei wanted to stay a little longer, but Peixiang drove her away with her heart. Luo Fumei had no choice but to get up and follow her junior sister. They left the courtyard with the girl named Xie in the mink hat, feeling in her heart Full of regrets, she always felt that she didn't even have a word with Shanzhu Chen. Not only was she a little bit of a loser, she was simply a big loser!

Otherwise, she would have even compiled a draft of a certain landscape story. The outline of this story is that Luo Fumei was young and ignorant, and had a discussion with the young Yinguan under the moon on a certain night of a certain year. She did not know the heights of the world, and they collided rudely. Chen Shanzhu said a few words, but the other party became furious and spoke harshly. She was reprimanded, but she did not die and survived!

In this way, who in the Fox Kingdom would dare to fight against her in the future? What realm is more important than courage and courage?

Peixiang smiled and said: "Mountain Master, Gao Jun returned to the Hushan Sect this time and tried an out-of-body journey. Compared with before, it can finally be regarded as a veritable journey. He traveled all the way to the Northern Jin Kingdom. The boundary of the suburbs of Beijing. In fact, I followed her Yinshen not far or near at that time. "

Those who have cultivated the golden elixir are of my generation. The first two Earth Immortals in the history of Blessed Land were both from the Hushan Sect of Songlai Kingdom.

Since Gaojun himself has excellent Taoist qualifications, it is actually a great gift from heaven and earth to Yu Zhenyi.

From becoming a Qi practitioner to forming a golden elixir, every step in the mountain climbing and every step of the realm is a new scenery.

Therefore, so far, there is no specific boundary division of the Lotus Root Blessed Land.

Especially the kind of mysterious and mysterious Yin Shen leaving the body, even when Yu Zhenyi reached the Nascent Soul realm, he was still cautious.

This rejuvenated and enlightened man only taught Gao Jun everything before his "ascension", and the secret teachings were passed down orally and left no written records in the Hushan Sect.

"I guess the reason why Mr. Gao didn't dare to try the Yin Shen out-of-body experience was because Yu Zhenyi, who was the master, had not yet created a Yang Shen body at that time, so he felt that it was not appropriate to take too many risks. These two masters and disciples Who knew that the Earth Immortal and Yin God leaving the body is actually very simple, and it is a very common thing in the vast world. There is no need to look at the almanac to choose an auspicious day, and there is no taboo that it is not suitable for the Yin God to leave the body during the day."

Changshou said calmly: "We think it's easy just because we have too much past experience accumulated by our predecessors on the mountain. Their masters and disciples find it difficult because everything is made from scratch and depends on their own thinking bit by bit. The sect that came out is true talent and learning, and it is the family knowledge and teacher's biography that came from the founding of an immortal sect in the true sense. To put it bluntly, if your Fox country does not have Luopo Mountain as a backer, in another three to five hundred years, For at least a thousand years, there is no way to compete with the Hushan Sect. Maybe there are at least three or five chair owners in the Hushan Sect's Patriarch Hall, except the head Gaojun. If any one of them is picked out alone, the entire Fox Kingdom can be destroyed. Sweep it away."

Peixiang's face suddenly turned ugly.

Just because the other party was the Patriarch of Luolu Mountain, it was difficult for Peixiang to say anything.

Chen Ping'an smiled and smoothed things over: "What Taoist Taoist Changshou said is mostly true, but it's also true that you, the Fox Country, have backers."

Peixiang smiled brightly, changed the subject and said something nice, "Mountain Master, it is said that there are a total of seventy-two blessed places in the world. Among them, there are only a handful of high-ranking blessed places, and they may not all be able to form a kind of childlike possessions. Tong Lingzhi's prototype of the great road, no matter what, we in Lotus Root Blessed Land are still very lucky. Is the woman who was condensed by human cultural fortune a sign?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "There are advantages and disadvantages. You can either be tit-for-tat, each trying to fill the other's shoes, or you can be like-minded and work together to increase and stabilize the destiny of the world. But generally speaking, even if you take a step back and say that neighbors are not harmonious, the two sides cannot be harmonious and make money. But in the end, the advantages definitely far outweigh the disadvantages.”

Changsheng smiled and said: "It must be a good thing."

Any small world of blessed land is ultimately limited by the territory of mountains and rivers and the number of living beings. In addition, it belongs to several different worlds. Therefore, even if it is lucky enough to manifest and become a spirit, the atmosphere will not be too big.

In the center of the courtyard, there is a hanging painting, which is an aerial view of the entire Qiushui Lake. The female Lake Lady is exactly the beautiful woman with a long armor on her little finger in "The Beauty of the World".

Regarding this secret meeting that can determine the direction of the world situation, there is endless debate about the choice of the meeting address. Some hope to hold it on the top of their own mountain, so as to create a golden sign and facilitate the acquisition of more Taoist embryos. There are also hopes that it would be best to choose another dojo, but they are still worried that they will not be able to reach an agreement and start fighting if they disagree. This kind of fight between gods will affect the spiritual energy of heaven, earth and landscape of one's own dojo. Without hundreds of years of repairs and management, it will not be possible. I want to restore it to its original appearance.

In the end, I chose Qiu Qi Lake. As for the self-styled "Hengqiu Lake Lord", the goddess of water in the obscene temple, God knows what she thought.

Chen Pingan smiled and asked: "Do you think Wei Liang will come down the mountain to greet him?"

Changsheng also asked, "Will Lord Gao reveal the secret?"

Peixiang shook his head, "It's hard to guess."

Even though she was reluctant in every possible way, Peixiang had become familiar with all kinds of people in Luopo Mountain, and now she had to pinch her nose and admit that guessing people's hearts was not her specialty.

Chen Pingan put his fingers together, twisted them slightly, and "placed" the Taoist temple on the island in the middle of Hengqiu Lake in front of his eyes, and said with a smile: "It seems to be Zhu Lian's handwriting."

Peixiang covered his mouth and said with a smile: "The temple owner carefully selected and collected the words."

Chen Pingan clicked his tongue and said: "I understand, I understand, no wonder."

Sure enough, it was another love debt owed by your noble son Zhu Lian back then.

Peixiang asked cautiously: "Is the mountain owner worried that Lord Gao will use this meeting to cause the whole world to be alienated from our Luo Luo Mountain, or will he simply become an open enemy of Luo Luo Mountain?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said nothing.

Changshou, the manager, smiled and said: "For children to play house, apart from the sand and mud that can be found everywhere, playing and playing around, there are also feather shuttlecocks, bamboo dragonflies, doves, carts, paper kites, tops, rattles, comics, wooden swords and bamboo knives, etc., these toys, Don’t we all need help from adults to prepare it?”

Peixiang smiled awkwardly and felt horrified. He didn't know how to answer for a while.

Just like the awkward silence before, Peixiang felt an almost suffocating sense of oppression at this moment.

The last time a similar feeling occurred was when Peixiang left the Fox Country and participated in the meeting of the Jise Peak Ancestral Hall for the first time. She crossed the threshold.

Separated by two chairs, the tall woman who was always smiling all the year round gave Peixiang a sinister feeling, so she had never been close to the leader of Jise Peak's Patriarch Hall. In my heart, every time I met her in the mountains or Zhu Lian's courtyard, Peixiang was like... holding up a cold copper coin with her fingertips in the middle of winter, as if every time she talked, she was holding the coin in her hand. The palm of your hand, and this copper coin is destined not to be warm.

Peixiang carefully glanced at the man in green shirt next to him with the corner of his eye. Taoist Taoist Changshou was indeed a disciple, but after all, Chen Ping'an was the master of the sect.

But to Peixiang's expectation, he seemed to neither affirm nor deny the statement that Zhang Lu had a long life.

Peixiang immediately put away her eyes and sighed quietly in her heart. It was not until this moment that she really understood the truth Zhu Lian said and the "annotations" explaining the truth.

The scenery is not spectacular up close, and the people and things are just average.

It was okay when the mountain master was on Luolu Mountain, but one day the mountain master went out for a long trip again. All of us, inside and outside the mountains, should not regard the longevity of the master as the master of the mountain.

Therefore, in a sense, longevity does not exist, it only depends on whether the mountain owner is in the mountain.

But women are women. While Peixiang was palpitating, he began to think about a question. Could this Changsheng like Chen Ping'an?

Never wanting to live forever, he squinted his eyes and smiled, with his voice as gentle and soft as ever, and said to Peixiang alone from the bottom of his heart: "Does it have anything to do with Taoist friend Peixiang whether I like Chen Pingan or not?"

Peixiang, who was guessed about the center's intentions, was so embarrassed that he wanted to dig a hole in the ground. Would he be resented by the other party and keep accounts? It seems that many people in Luoluoshan have this tradition?

Chen Pingan came back to his senses, collected his thoughts, and asked, "Did you just talk about me with your heart?"

It turns out that Chen Ping'an's heart was filled with ripples and tinkling sounds just now, but they were not specific words, just like a fish walking after a fish bites the hook.

The fishhook is the name, and the one who bites the bait is the monk's words related to it. So as long as Chen Pingan lifts the fishing rod, he can see the true form of the fish, or a string of words.

He didn't want to ask at first, but the two people around him, Zhang Lv Changming and Hu Guo Peixiang, were extremely rare to call him by his first name, so Chen Ping'an couldn't help but curiously asked.

Changsheng leaned forward, then turned to look at the Lord of the Fox Kingdom, and said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist Peixiang thinks that the Gaojun of the Hushan Sect may like the young master. I think it is unlikely, right?"

Peixiang nodded in agreement.

Chen Pingan laughed angrily and said, "It's all the same."

Changsheng smiled and said, "Who says it's not the case?"

Peixiang was filled with bitterness, and how could he explain it himself.

After all, according to what Zhu Lian said, and by following that line of reasoning a little bit, Peixiang can easily draw a more intuitive and surprising conclusion.

Chen Ping'an was at home, so the director Changshou retreated behind the scenes and became invisible. The post of director was in name only.

But when Chen Pingan traveled far away, she was the only one who could represent the entire Luolu Mountain.

Our Chen Shanzhu is so old-fashioned, but he felt that the atmosphere between Zhang Lv Changming and Pei Xiang was not right, and there was a bit of tension. Because the realm was not enough for the time being, outsiders' words manifested into their own words, and they could not sustain it for long, so the previous two The fish seemed to have escaped from the hook. When he picked up the pole and walked the fish again, Chen Pingan suddenly realized that this was what they were talking about, and there was nothing to hide.

In Luolu Mountain, besides himself as the master, who else can make Pei Qian feel in awe? Indeed, only Zhang Lu has a long life.

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Peixiang, your view is correct."

Peixiang felt as if she had been struck by lightning at first, but soon she understood. Her expression was complicated, Lord Mountain Master, what are you doing?

Changshou's face flushed all of a sudden. He was just drinking tea tonight, but it was like drinking fine wine. Just like the scenery on the road when he came, a peach tree leaned against the east wind, and his cheeks turned from light red to deep red.

Fortunately, Shanzhu Chen suddenly thought of something, and it was indeed not a trivial matter. He turned to talk to Peixiang about a secret matter in the Fox Kingdom. However, Chen Pingan did not directly explain the reason, but made indirect remarks and asked about Qiu Qing and Luo Qing. The birth dates of Fu Mei and some female fox charms are all based on the prerequisite that they have good aptitude for spiritual practice, or that they have some auspicious visions when they are born, and have deep blessings on their spiritual path. Although Peixiang didn't know what was going on, he still answered truthfully one by one. He just looked at Shanzhu Chen who stretched out his sleeves and pinched his fingers in a fortune-telling gesture. Peixiang was a little strange. When did Shanzhu read people's fortunes and tell fortunes?

Changming, the manager, explained in his heart: "Pei Xiang. Some things are actually different from what you think."

Peixiang immediately replied with his heart: "From this moment on, I hear nothing and know nothing!"

Zhang Lü Changsheng smiled and said: "That's good, I won't need to swear, I can trust you."

A chill ran down Peixiang's spine. He might as well swear a poisonous oath himself, it would really kill him!

She made up her mind to stay away from this manager in the future, as if she was asking for a clean conscience and not to be afraid of knocking on the door at night.

As long as you keep a respectful distance from this master in charge of law, I think it will be easy to get along with him. What's more, as long as the mountain owner is not in Luopo Mountain, she will try to stay in the Fox Country.

Besides, since I am the lord of the Fox Kingdom after all, doesn’t he also have a seat in the Jise Peak Patriarch Hall? As a leader, you can't think of avenging private revenge, right?

Chen Ping'an stood up and said, "I'm going to find Liu Xianyang and Gu Can. You don't need to follow me, and Xie Gou doesn't need to follow me. I'll return to the Fox Country in an hour at most."

In an instant, the cyan figure turned into dozens of concise sword lights that looked like silk threads, rising from the ground and cutting through the night sky, disappearing in an instant.

Finally, he overlapped with the avatar of the talisman who no longer needed to watch Taoism at the sky. He lowered his head and looked intently at the world. His body tilted and fell towards the mountains and rivers of the earth. During this period, the green shadows and sword lights gathered and dispersed.

When Chen Ping'an calmed down, another man in a green shirt appeared in the bustling streets of Beijing. As if he was in a deserted place, an extra person appeared on the road out of thin air, but the pedestrians on the road were completely unaware.

Coming behind the two people who were wearing red sleeves and smeared in high-rise buildings all over the street, and whose smell of makeup was stronger than that of wine, Chen Ping'an clicked his tongue and said, "You are so timid, just drink some flower wine."

Gu Can turned to look at Chen Ping'an, twitched the corner of his mouth, and raised his chin towards Liu Xianyang beside him, "I don't care, someone is weak on all three legs."

Seeing Chen Pingan, Liu Xianyang's eyes lit up, and he suddenly became arrogant. After being held accountable, Gu Can was probably not responsible for showing off, but Chen Pingan was well-known for such things. Liu Xianyang reached out first. He strangled Gu Can's neck, then pulled Chen Pingan, put an arm around one of these self-proclaimed bold people, strode forward, laughed and said: "Let's have a drink, Gu Can spends money to entertain, Chen Pingan will accompany me, take pity on me Mr. Liu is an upright person, but he is in trouble today. He was dragged by two bad friends and threatened that I would not be our friend if I didn’t drink. I really can’t do it..."

Gu Can, who had no choice but to lower his head, glanced at Chen Ping'an, who was in a general condition. Chen Ping'an winked, "What's the rush? We'll wait and see, just him?" The three of them were too brave to go in and drink.

As expected, they were "dragged" by the two friends to the door of the "restaurant", but Liu Xianyang walked slower and slower, stopped, stamped his feet, let go of his hands, turned around and left, looking at his lonely back, which was very pitiful.

Chen Pingan followed up with a smile. Gu Can walked as fast as flying. He jumped up and kicked Liu Xianyang on the butt. He laughed and scolded: "You are such a coward, why don't you pretend to be an uncle with me?"

Liu Xianyang staggered, patted his butt, turned his head, and raised his chin towards someone with a smile on his sleeves. But before he could say anything in defense, Chen Pingan nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes, yes, yes." , if you hadn’t thought about it for me, I would have gone in earlier. It looked like I was leaning against the red trees and enjoying the greenery, sitting upright among the flowers. Take one look and tell yourself again, after all, I have been here."

Gu Can pretended to be surprised and said, "Isn't it possible? Uncle Liu is not allowed to spend the night?"

Liu Xianyang had already turned around and strode forward, raised his hands and raised two middle fingers.

Chen Pingan suppressed a smile and said almost at the same time as Gu Can next to him, "I'll find a place." "I'll pay for it."

Liu Xianyang turned his head and cursed, "Why are you walking so slowly, Chen Menghulu, little slug, why don't you walk on three legs?"

The three people who were from the same hometown but different ages, no matter what kind of people they have become now, whether they are what they once thought in their hearts, after all, they are still the same good and sincere friends as before.