Sword of Coming

At the border of Shiwanda Mountain, there is an old man and a young man, their swords are hovering, not daring to cross the thunder pool even half a step.

It was the old deaf boy who had secretly returned to his hometown. He spoke a few words from his heart and asked if he could stay at the senior dojo and discuss something boldly.

As a result, the old blind man was not willing to pay attention to him at all.

This was very frustrating, so I took the initiative to visit him, only to receive a silent rejection. The old deaf boy didn't dare to trespass into this area rashly, so he could only stare where he was.

It was Ning Yao who asked for help, so that the old deaf man could lead his apprentice into this lifeless and lonely land and land on the top of the solitary peak that was like a mountain of worship.

Lao Deaf'er's disciple You Yu is a sword cultivator from the Great Wall of Sword Qi and is about to form an elixir. The speed of breaking through the realm is really not too slow. After all, it was the embryo of the Sword Immortal that the boss Sword Immortal personally gave to the old deaf child.

Ning Yao went out to entertain guests, accompanied by a girl with red cheeks and a mink hat, who was burping from wine.

In the old Jianqi Great Wall, in the prison where the old deaf boy was sitting, in addition to the "empty salary" criminal officer Hao Su, there were also two maid-like beings, Chang Ming and Ji Qing, who were the golden spirits of the world. The ancestral Qian incarnation of Copper Coin and Guyu Coin. Finally, under the "matchmaking" of the boss Sword Immortal, Hao Su accepted Du Shanyin as his disciple, and the old deaf man accepted You Yu as his apprentice.

Ning Yao remembered something and asked, "Old deaf boy, what's your name?"

When Xie Gou heard the opening remarks of this long-awaited reunion, he felt that the Great Wall of Sword Qi that he had missed after falling asleep was really the custom of loving each other.

But the old deaf child didn't take it seriously, grinning and said: "Miss Ning, I almost forgot my real name even if I don't ask. My name is Gantang. It has an old Taoist name, 'Dragon Sound'."

Having been away from home for too long, the Taoist temple is Fuyu Mountain in the wild world. Its reputation is not good, and it is far inferior to Taoist temples such as Xianhancheng and Dayue Qingshan.

At the end of the war, the boss swordsman showed mercy, and the old deaf boy, who had no merit but only hard work, was free. This time when he returned home, he didn't dare to go to the dojo for fear of being caught. This life is indeed miserable enough. At first, I couldn't resist the instigation of my old friends. I thought my swordsmanship was not weak anymore, so I ran to fight with Chen Qingdu. In the end, I was pulled by the Great Wall of Sword Qi to make up for it. Got a prison sentence. If you finally get out of trouble and are blocked by Chusheng or Feiru, wouldn't it be a disaster? What's more, I still have a drag bottle beside me. I feel uncomfortable after all. If I really want to fight with the Ascension Realm, my hands and feet will inevitably be tied up. After all, it is the boss Sword Immortal who gave it to his disciple. If he loses his life in the wild world, the old deaf child will feel guilty in his heart. , This is not hypocritical. On the Great Sword Qi Wall, as a wild demon clan, he was able to rank among the top ten sword immortals. This honor has been unique to him for thousands of years. For this reason, the old deaf child must remember Chen Qingdu. Of course, if you can beat Chen Qingdu, let's talk about it.

Ning Yao and the young hermit official were a perfect match. They were two extremes in their behavior.

A sword cultivator who was born and raised in the Great Wall of Sword Qi didn't even know his own name. He is a foreigner, but he even knows the customs and customs of Fuyu Mountain.

Youyu and Du Shanyin are the same age. Du Shanyin has never been convinced by Chen Ping'an, but Youyu regards the young Yinguan as an unattainable figure. It's a pity that during this trip, he hid his head with his master. Finally, I didn't hear much about Chen Yinguan.

Ning Yao asked curiously: "What are you doing here this time?"

Now that the old deaf child has returned to his hometown, why bother coming here again to ask for trouble. A monk at the top of Haoran Mountain who has been attached to the wilderness for many years would probably be spit on and scolded to death when he returned to his hometown. But in the wilderness, what happened to the old deaf boy, would it still be a good story? After all, Lao Deafer was once one of the ten peak sword immortals on the Great Sword Qi Wall who were qualified to participate in the city's discussions, and he was also the only demon sword cultivator.

The old deaf child smiled and said: "I want to find a more stable place to stand, without having to make calculations and calculations, fighting and killing, as if I have my head tied to my belt all day long. Miss Ning, do you have any suggestions?"

In the past, when Barbarian was attacking Haoran with great force, he had to stay at the Great Wall of Sword Qi. But now Haoran is setting up a large array to counterattack Barbarian. Is it possible that he is still in the same situation? The old deaf child felt that it was too much of a loss.

Ning Yao understood in his heart and said with a smile: "If you want to go to Colorful World, just say so."

The old deaf boy got off the donkey, rubbed his hands and said, "This is a good thing."

The first choice is of course the colorful world where heaven and earth do not care. When the doors open next time, Qi practitioners from other worlds can go there regardless of their status or realm.

Then there is the mountain of 100,000 yuan. The only problem is that the threshold is high. After all, the old blind man has no shortage of thugs. Everyone knows what will happen to Taoting.

The last option is to go to Nanbosu Island to join Qi Tingji and hang out with the Longxiang Sword Sect. It is probably not difficult, but deep down in the heart of the old deaf child, he is not particularly willing to give up to the guy nicknamed "Qi Shanglu" Be a helper. So if there is a choice, it would be best to replace Qi Tingji with Dong San, and we will definitely be able to talk.

Ning Yao asked: "Have you ever thought about going to Luopo Mountain?"

The old deaf boy with a shriveled neck and sallow face had a wrinkled old face and an extremely awkward expression. He gritted his teeth and shook his head vigorously and said: "If you don't go, I won't go. If you don't go, you can't go. As a demon clan, I am too sensitive. In our Sword Qi The Great Wall, of course, doesn’t matter, but if you go to Luoluo Mountain in Aquarius Continent, you will easily injure Lord Yinguan and get scolded in vain.”

Even though he knew that Ning Yatou was the lover of the young Yin Guan, the old deaf boy did not dare to say a polite word on this matter.

That boy is more profound than Qi Tingji, and he is not as thoughtful as a young man. How can he be on tenterhooks every day when dealing with him? What's more, that Luoyou Mountain was obviously a place of right and wrong. He wanted to leave the wild world just to hide from right and wrong. There was no reason to climb up a pole and jump into a pit of fire. It would be interesting to chat with Chen Pingping without any incident, but there would be no need to work as an errand under this kid. God knows how many sages and sages from the Confucian Temple and various forces are staring at that desolate mountain and Chen Ping'an, who holds the title of a hidden official? If he had gone, why would he say it? Don't hide under the quilt and your farts will be recorded in someone's book.

The old blind man walked out of the hut with his hands behind his back, "Don't be so shameless."

Ning Yao was a little confused, but she mentioned it casually. She remembered that Senior Zhici and Chen Ping'an didn't have much of a romantic relationship.

Gantang was not sure what this old man in the 14th realm was thinking.

Xie Gou was afraid that the world would not be in chaos, so he stood aside and said, "Judging by his posture and his tone, does this old man look down on us, Luo Luoshan?"

Gantang couldn't tell the depth of this young girl in the mink hat, and asked doubtfully, "Who am I, my friend?"

Xie Gou said with a straight face: "I am the mountain master's newly recruited capable general, and I am the highest ranking member of the Jise Peak Ancestral Hall."

The old blind man sneered: "The identity of the demon clan is nothing. For example, her name is Bai Jing, and she is one of the old guys who were woken up by Bai Ze. Who dares to criticize Chen Ping'an? What's more, in the desolate mountain, besides Bai Jing, there are also There was that wild sword cultivator who was brewing wine in Luobaotan with the master of Bixiao Cave, but now he has a strange name. Oh, if fellow Taoist Gantang were added to the mix, wouldn't it be possible for a mountain of heroes to join in the grand event and ascend to the world? Go to a demon If you go to the clan, you will be scolded, if you go to two of them, you will be afraid, but if you go to three of them, how can you respect Luo Luoshan?"

The old blind man spoke of a demon clan, but it was a pity that he didn't add the word "beast" as the suffix.

Gantang's expression changed slightly, and he glanced at the girl in the mink hat carefully, "Hey, dear, are you really that notorious aunt in ancient times who likes to steal human rights?"

As for the ancient sword cultivator who changed his name to "Stranger", his reputation is not small. He is a master who likes to fight. The key is that I heard that this senior has a habit of picking swordsmen who can't beat him. He is a hero!

Why did everyone go to Luopo Mountain?

Lord Yin Guan is a good kidnapper.

The old blind man reminded: "A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity is right in front of us. There will be no store like this after passing this village. Huh?"

Gantang immediately changed his mind and followed the trend: "I can go, but why can't I go? Since Luolu Mountain is the dojo of Master Yinguan, it is not a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire. It's a good thing!"

Senior, you are so cruel. If I don't go to Luopo Mountain, I'm afraid that I can't get out of the mountain without being able to get out, and I will end up worse than Taoting.

In Luolu Mountain, with Bai Jing and that stranger blocking the way, could this matter really be discussed? He only said that if he had the opportunity to consult with them on swordsmanship, this great benefit would probably not be a matter of money. The eldest swordsman once gave him a sword manual in private. Due to his status as a demon clan, the old deaf boy still didn't make much profit even though he studied hard, but Bai Jing and Wei Sheng were serious demon clan sword cultivators. , if fellows of the same Dao can learn Taoist swordsmanship together in that Luo Luo Mountain... it is indeed a good thing!

The old blind man nodded and said with a smile: "Girl Ning, let Gantang go to Luopo Mountain to serve as a mountain protector. Think of it as my advance gift to you."

Gantang grimaced, it was really bad luck. Was he just sold? Can it be the same thing to be an offering and to be an offering for protection? The latter is connected with the luck of the mountain top of the dojo.

The old blind man asked: "Fellow Taoist Gantang, you don't seem to be willing to accept it?"

Gan Tang panicked when he heard the other party calling him "fellow Taoist".

The old blind man sarcastically said: "After all, you are at the peak of the Ascension Realm. Taking a disciple is like being a thief, so you are not ashamed."

Gantang said respectfully: "Senior taught me a lesson."

Fortunately, Ning Yao said with a smile: "There is no need to serve as a mountain protector. There is no shortage of such things at Luopo Mountain. Senior only needs to stay there for about eighty years. When the door opens, he can go to the colorful world to establish a sect. Of course, if senior is willing, Go to Ascension City to get a job that only requires your name. There is no problem and you are very welcome."

Gantang was relieved and sighed, "It's pointless if I don't start a sect. I'll wait and do my best at Luopo Mountain. Then I will resign my identity and relieve my burden, and then wander around the colorful world as a person with the world." I can just be a loose immortal in the mountains and fields without any competition. At most, I can just relax and pick and choose along the way, and help this kid Youyu find a few more junior brothers."

Seeing that Ning Yao and Gan Ting had already settled the matter, the old blind man added, "Gantang, when you get to Aquarius Continent, remember to pay more attention to my apprentice."

Gantang was confused.

Not long ago, Li Huai took that fox charm down the mountain to visit a certain ferry.

Ning Yao helped introduce: "His name is Li Huai. He is a Confucian disciple. His native place is in a small town near Luo Po Mountain. He is the founding disciple carefully selected by Grandpa Zhici. Taoting is now Li Huai's protector."

Gantang sincerely sighed, "This boy is so blessed that he can actually worship his senior as his teacher."

The girl in the mink hat was so naughty that she tried her best to hold back her laughter. She knew very well how master and disciple got along. It was hard to say who was the grandfather and who was the grandson.

The old blind man put his hand on Gan Tang's shoulder and said with a smile: "What a great fortune? You sound envious? In that case, why don't you just stay here and be an anonymous disciple for me? I don't recognize you. What kind of personal inheritance, but you can call Li Huai as your senior brother? All the good things that fall from the sky are on your lips. It’s just a matter of opening your mouth, do you want to eat it or not? "

Gantang smiled dryly and expressed his stance.

The old blind man ordered: "Gantang, before you go to Aquarius Island, you first help Li Huai protect the road. As a reward, if you provoke anyone from the Fourteenth Realm in the future, if you can escape, come here. If you can't escape, you If you know you will die, tell the other person that you are protected by me, and let the other person consider whether to kill you or not, and whether you want to trade one life for another."

Although Gantang had doubts in his heart and was not sure that the old blind man could really kill a fellow monk, the old blind man's verbal promise was really pie in the sky.

Not daring to hesitate at all, Gantang quickly clasped his fists and thanked him repeatedly.

Although the old blind man's eyes were hollow, he seemed to see through Gan Tang's thoughts, "Do you think I'm exaggerating? Away from the Hundred Thousand Mountains, it's not difficult to defeat a Fourteenth Realm monk in a fight, but it's not difficult to kill a Fourteenth Realm monk. Is it difficult?"

Gantang didn't dare to deny it, because he was really treating the old blind man as if he was blind, so he had to bite the bullet and tell the truth: "I dare not deceive my seniors, it is a fact recognized for thousands of years that the Fourteenth Realm is difficult to deal with and difficult to kill. "

The old blind man smiled and said: "There are always exceptions. If you don't believe it, when I ask you to burn paper on your apprentice's grave in the future, I advise you to rest in peace and explain to you what the exception is."

Gan Tang looked embarrassed and said: "Senior, don't worry, I won't just recruit a fourteenth-level monk without my protection."

The old blind man said with a disdainful look: "After the rain, the sky clears up, and the fourteen new realms are all filled with water."

Gantang didn't dare to talk.

The old blind man smiled and said: "Of course Ning Yatou is an exception."

Ning Yao accepted it calmly.

On the top of a high mountain, there were two fourteenth realm monks and two Ascension realm sword cultivators standing at the moment.

Of course, there is also a golden elixir sword cultivator, You Yu.

Youyu was still a teenager when he left his hometown, but now he looks like a young man, a head taller than his old deaf master.

Youyu has naturally longed for the abject mountain of a young hermit official for a long time. He has completely different personalities from his contemporary Du Shanyin.

In fact, he knew very well that his master was not very satisfied with him, because the master's eyes occasionally looked at him with a hint of undisguised irritation and disgust.

Youyu doesn't have any resentment. He has average qualifications and is slow in sword practice. He blames his master for looking down on him.

But if she wants her master to simply leave her alone, throw her somewhere, and go their separate ways from now on, Youyu is not that stupid and doesn't dare to say such angry words.

This trip to Shiwanda Mountain has this result. I am unexpectedly happy, and I am in a good mood. After wandering around for several years, I am finally going to see Master Yinguan again? Do you even have a chance to become a member of Master Yinguan's sect?

Ning Yao smiled and said: "Your name is You Yu. Chen Pingan often mentions you, saying that you are willing to endure hardships, have a good nature, and have recognized a good master. As long as you show the qualifications and perseverance that the old deaf child recognizes, the old deaf child is not a You stingy preacher will definitely be willing to give you all he has to teach you. As long as you keep your feet on the ground and climb higher step by step, your future achievements in swordsmanship will definitely not be low."

Youyu looked reserved, because he was born not good at words and didn't know how to answer.

After all, the woman in front of me is Ning Yao.

Gantang was very pleased when he heard this. Ning Yao never tells lies. Since she has said so, she must not be lying.

I never thought that Mr. Yin Guan understood my temper so well. Yes, he taught me swordsmanship and Taoism, which is what disciple Youyu "deserves" for each current state. He will not give more, and he will never give less. In short, the disciple will get it. Take it from the master based on your true ability.

Ning Yao looked at the majestic scenery of mountains outside the mountain and took a deep breath.

The old blind man said that he did not welcome guests here, and asked Gan Tang and his disciples to go to the ferry immediately to find Li Huai.

I believe that when Li Huai returns to his hometown, Luolu Mountain will have one more Ascension Realm sword cultivator named to worship him.

When Gantang and Youyu said goodbye and left, two sword lights gliding across the sky added some color to the dead and desolate land.

The old blind man asked: "Are you planning to return to Haoran?"

Ning Yao nodded and said, "I'm back."

The old blind man was silent for a moment and said: "Successfully reaching the fourteenth level is not a trivial matter. It is gratifying. Chen Qingdou never doubted that you can become the fourteenth level, but he probably did not expect that this day would come so soon. If he If you can see it with your own eyes, you will probably laugh out loud, and you will have to show off your beauty to me a few times. There are only a handful of people who can be called old friends, and there are even fewer old friends who can be called friends. "

"Ning Yao, when you ran away from home and traveled around the world alone, Chen Qingdu actually arranged for the sword cultivator to follow you quietly. As for whether it was Nalan Yexing or who it was, it could also be a foreign swordsman who traveled the Great Wall of Sword Qi. I don’t know who it is, and I’m too lazy to ask Chen Qingdu about this. He only said that the arrangement was relatively secretive, and said that he was not prepared to tell you about it. In the end, Chen Qingdu was still worried about you being wronged there. , or someone calculated it, but that unknown sword cultivator followed you and stopped near Lizhu Cave, because Chen Qingdu asked me to take over later."

Back then, when Ning Yao was in Lizhu Cave, he was in danger because of the mud-legged man who was born and raised in this small town. The old blind man almost took action.

If he doesn't take action, Chen Qingdu will definitely make an exception and take action twice. Regardless of the rules, it doesn't matter what the Confucian Temple thinks. Of course, Chen Qingdu will definitely have a fight in Shiwandashan. He is ugly. You have a bad temper.

Ning Yao said: "Chen Ping'an said that the secret protector was at first he guessed it was Lu Zhi, who was born in a noble family, but the time did not match up. Later, he thought it was most likely the Sanxian and Sword Cultivator from the Middle-earth Divine Continent. Jiang Fu, a person in the Immortal Realm, has always been lonely and unpredictable. The most famous thing about this sword fairy is that she has collected a considerable number of sword gourds."

The old blind man had never heard of such a name before, and asked doubtfully: "How did that kid guess it? Is there a record at the summer palace? Or is it that the sword cultivator named Jiang is very famous in your Sword Qi Great Wall?"

To say that Chen Pingan could guess Ning Yao's Haoran trip that year, and that there was someone secretly protecting her, was nothing. But to say that Chen Pingan even knew the protector's roots, the old blind man really didn't believe it. Chen Qingdu is relatively steady in everything he does.

Ning Yao narrowed his eyes and smiled, "There is a file record in the summer palace, but she used a pseudonym at the time, so Chen Ping'an would definitely not be able to find out the truth just by relying on this. Jiang Fu was a solitary character at the Jianqi Great Wall back then, and he was not outstanding. She didn't show off her sword very much. She was more like watching the battle. Jiang Fu didn't interact with many people, but she had a special characteristic. She liked drinking. It could be said that she was addicted to alcohol. She drank three times a day and was unstoppable. Food to eat.”

"Before Chen Ping'an left his hometown for the first time, he got a medium-quality sword-raising gourd from Wei Bo. At that time, Wei Bo said that this object was the inventory of the Dali Dynasty. He made an expert decision and converted the five treasures into a sword-raising gourd. Sword gourd, the base of the scarlet sword gourd is 'jianghu', which is homophonic to '江湖'. Chen Ping'an had already been drinking at that time, so naturally he fell in love at first sight, and he believed in Wei Bo's vision, so there was no reason not to accept it. During several travels, Chen Ping'an has always been more concerned about raising sword gourds, and the unique accent of Jiang Fu's hometown has always been indistinguishable from the lake and the lake. In addition, Jiang Fu is a female sword fairy, who secretly protects me. , is indeed more appropriate. It is estimated that Jiang Fu stopped outside Lizhu Cave and did not leave the Great Li Dynasty immediately. She kept hiding in the dark. When the situation became clear, she took the sword gourd as a gift and found a The way to do this is to have the Song family of Dali or Cui Chan, the national master, use the hands of the tiger Wei Bo to give it to Chen Ping'an without leaving any trace. The sword gourd is neither too expensive nor too shabby, but just right."

The old blind man nodded, "It's all a calculation. The frog at the bottom of the well jumps out of the well. It's not easy for Chen Ping'an to get to this point and straighten out the mess."

Thinking of something, the old blind man warned: "It is natural to pay back debts. Ning Yatou, don't forget that you made a promise to the dragon-slaying platform at the foot of a certain statue in the immortal tomb. If you have money, you can Pay it off before it’s too late, don’t delay.”

Ning Yao nodded and said: "I've always been interested in this. If I go back this time, I will settle the matter."

The old blind man rubbed his chin, "What an unintentional 'Bodhisattva nods'. The mud-legged man has obviously never been to school for a day. It seems that at critical moments, there are always some words of blessing to the soul that can teach others unexpectedly."

Ning Yao said: "I heard Chen Ping'an say that it seems that the Buddhist Lamp Record records a question and an answer. If you use one sentence wisely, it will fall into place."

The old blind man asked: "Do you still remember the first meeting with Zhao Yao?"

Ning Yao nodded and said: "At that time, I just mistakenly thought that the school boy standing next to Mr. Qi was a young man who couldn't control his mouth. When Zhao Yao later got a quarter of Bai Ye's fairy sword 'Taibai', I Knowing that he was actually a sword cultivator long before he left his hometown, the words he blurted out involuntarily downstairs of the archway at that time may have some kind of pull with my natal flying sword?"

The old blind man said happily: "The truth is more complicated than this. Chen Ping'an has such a good mind, why didn't he say a few words to you?"

Ning Yao shook his head and said with a smile: "Chen Ping'an doesn't care to talk more about this martial arts nephew."

The old blind man said: "According to the calculation of a certain hidden line and someone's mountain, you were supposed to have more intersections with Sword Cultivator Zhao Yao in Lizhu Cave. If you can really come together, it belongs to Sword Qi The Great Wall can also hold its nose, and it is a match made in heaven that is barely acceptable. You need to know that one of the biggest opportunities in the five pillars of the town is that Zhao Yao's five elements belong to wood, which is to "put the finishing touch" on a certain paperweight, and you open one of your natal The way to fly a sword is to 'open your eyes'. If it hadn't been for Chen Ping'an's appearance, the foreigner who went to the Great Wall of Sword Qi in the future to make contributions might have been Zhao Yao who first went to an overseas island to learn swordsmanship with Bai Ye first? Criminal Officer Hao Suhui He came out of seclusion and assumed a role similar to that of junior brother Chen Ping'an, helping Zhao Yao gain a foothold there."

Ning Yao's eyes were firm and he said calmly: "No matter how clever you make this arrangement, you have to ask me, Ning Yao, whether I agree or not."

On the night boat, Xingguan Hao Su, because he felt that he owed Yin Guan a huge favor, did take the initiative to tell Chen Ping'an about an extremely shocking inside story.

The old blind man smiled and said: "Why, I didn't like Zhao Yao the first time I met him. How could he like Chen Pingan the first time he met him? Without Chen Pingan's intervention, how could he guarantee that he would not fall into conflict with Zhao Yao?" Will they collide and become a happy couple?"

Ning Yao said with a dark face: "It's a bit disgusting."

If someone heard about this, Zhao Yao would just wait until he couldn't eat and walk away.

Thinking about it this way, she found it interesting.

The old blind man laughed heartily. It was rare for anyone other than his disciple Li Huai to feel so happy.

Ning Yao said: "Back in Mud Bottle Alley, before Chen Pingan practiced boxing, he did a lot of things that only he can do today, and said things that only he dared to say. I believe him!"

Although Ning Yao has always refused to admit to Chen Pingan, Nanny Bai, and even good friends like Die Zhang, no matter who she is, she and Chen Pingan, who likes whom first, but Ning Yao Knowing this matter, she started to care about it. It was true that she liked Chen Pingan earlier, but Chen Pingan, who was obsessed with love between men and women, came to his senses later?

The old blind man scratched his head with sparse hair and said, "Who told you that people who practice Taoism should stay away from the world of mortals and live in seclusion in the mountains, with love and hate mixed together, and distracting thoughts, and the Taoist heart will soon retreat."

Ning Yao was noncommittal.

The old blind man said: "Girl Ning, let me tell you something that you may not like to hear. It is impossible for Chen Ping'an to catch up with Cao Ci in martial arts."

Ning Yao said: "It is indeed extremely difficult to catch up with Cao Ci in martial arts, and the possibility is slim."

But Ning Yao quickly added, "There is one year difference between childhood and old age."

The old blind man couldn't help laughing, "Isn't this reason a bit lame?"

Ning Yao smiled and said: "In the wine shop, I don't know how many sword cultivators thought that what the second shopkeeper said was very reasonable and really conscientious."

Every alcoholic sword cultivator who was drinking in that small wine shop felt that these comforting words spoke to their hearts.

It suddenly dawned on everyone that our swordsmanship was no match for that of the stupid ones, so we set out together, Dong San guarded them, just because we were still young.

Xie Gou said that he would stay here for a few more days, so Ning Yao traveled far away with his sword alone. The light of his sword passed by the gate of the Great Wall without sword energy and the upside-down mountain, and returned to Haoran.

The old blind man clasped his hands behind his back and paced back to the house. Xie Gou rubbed his mink hat and said, "I've been thinking about it these days. I've spent so much time on it, but I still can't figure out which sword path I should take. You Do you have any good suggestions?”

The old blind man said: "You asked the wrong person. I am not a sword cultivator. If Chen Qingdu is still here, you can ask him."

Xie Gou began to shake, wave his sleeves, and mutter something. The old blind man couldn't help but ask: "What are you doing?"

Xie Gou said seriously: "In the Haoran market, we often see such dancing masters to summon spirits. Sometimes it works."

The old blind man said angrily: "What's wrong."

Xie Gou made a fuss, but found it boring. He followed the old blind man into the hall of the hut. He found a bench and lay down on it. He used his mink hat as a pillow, crossed his legs, and swung one foot lightly, lazily. Said: "Zhici, I feel very pitiful for you."

For the first time, the old blind man did not refute anything. Instead, he nodded and said, "Thank you."

Xie Gou roared, "I thought you were going to get angry and drive people away, so I was ready to pack up and get out."

The old blind man thought to himself and said: "Practice comes and goes, and what I seek is nothing more than the waves at the bottom of the boat or the top of the mountain at my feet. But it would not be surprising if I stopped here."

Xie Gou asked: "What do you think you should do if you are already in the Fourteenth Realm to be truly unique?"

The old blind man murmured: "One person builds a bridge and builds a road, while thousands of people walk behind."

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Outside the small temple, the "old man" who cherished writing squatted at the door, burned baskets of waste paper, and piled all the ashes in the brazier.

Yu Shiwu, who had already remembered his "predecessor", asked curiously: "Have you ever traveled to the blessed land of white paper?"

Chen Ping'an shook his head and said: "I've always wanted to go. When I returned to Haoran, I was busy with my own family affairs and never had the chance. Now that I have some free time, I can become a hands-off shopkeeper again. I will definitely go and see it while traveling to the Middle Earth Divine Continent."

Yu Shiwu frowned, "When can I return to my true appearance?"

Chen Pingan joked: "Too small?"

It's a pity that Yu Shiwu couldn't hear the meaning of the pun, "It's okay if I don't remember it. It's a little uncomfortable now that I've recovered my memory."

Chen Pingan just said something that was thousands of miles away from the topic, "It's almost dawn."

Then they can wake up from their dreams.

When they wake up one by one, they will still retain most of their dream memories. The overlap of their memories in each life is actually the continuous superposition of seven emotions and six desires. They had previously treated each other in the deep and hierarchical Ma's Mansion, limited by their respective identities and visions. There were deep and shallow, and those with deep palaces were flattering to one another, talking with honey on their lips, and mean to the other. , hiding a knife in his smile, being that insidious villain, doing one thing in front of others and doing the other behind his back, and that jealous, jealous, arrogant and arrogant person... Maybe before, due to their respective identities and circumstances, it was difficult for them to truly recognize each other. Understand the true thoughts of the people around you and even the person next to you, but when you fall asleep, all the subtleties of people's hearts, personality traits, things that you didn't dare to think or do before, or words that you didn't dare to say that were not suitable to be said, all have a kind of understanding. The end result of completely letting go of the use of hands and feet is that all the private sides of human nature are shaken out one by one in "dreams". There is nothing new under the sun.

Chen Pingan began to set up a completely reversal of status and status for the members of the Ma family and outsiders in the house. The maids and servants in the house became the masters of the house. The pampered Ma family children in the house, those group of The high-status Qi practitioners, as well as the military guards who protected the harvest during droughts and floods, and spent extravagantly, were all reduced to low-status servants. The plan gradually brought them together in a certain story, and their respective joys and sorrows, entanglements of love and hate, life and death, honor and disgrace, gathered one after another. Just like closing a net to catch fish, all the swimming fish in rivers, lakes, streams, ditches, and mountain pools are driven into a big net. The fantasy world of each background is a "book" of different thicknesses. In different stories, the gods on the mountain, emperors and generals, dignitaries, warriors, traffickers and pawns, aunts and wives, etc., are just like all kinds of people. It was compressed into a book so that they could get along day and night, and finally at a certain moment when they woke up, they looked at each other and looked at each other.

Chen Ping'an said: "Someone said that the degree to which we perceive the reality of the world largely comes from the depth of memory."

Yu Shiwu asked: "Who is this 'someone'?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "It's far away in the horizon but so close in front of you."

Yu Shiwu curiously asked a key question, "To support the operation of these dreams, we also need to ensure that we can deceive others. Not only does it take a lot of energy and effort, but it also takes a lot of spiritual energy and fairy money, right?"

Chen Ping'an gave a profound answer, "It's easy to say, anyway, the good news will not flow to outsiders."

Yu Shiwu asked doubtfully: "What benefit will it bring to your practice if you spend a lot of time?"

Chen Ping'an said: "It takes their thoughts, thoughts, words, subtle changes in their faces and eyes, and their behavior trajectories to be involved, driven, and finally put into action by events to make these fantasy worlds more fulfilling and make a small A Thousand Worlds becomes more real.”

"The consciousness-only masters say that all things come from the mind, and the mind gives rise to all things. No wonder you mentioned seeds and incense for no reason at the inn on HD Road earlier. It turned out to be foreshadowing. At that time, I thought you were playing tricks on yourself to show off. His knowledge is overwhelming."

"The people of Ma Mansion who were pulled into the illusion world by me are different from the 'local people'. The former's words and deeds are independent, not arranged or stereotyped. They just provide everyone with something." An invisible clay tablet carved with words. As for what kind of life story is eventually compiled, they are all passing by on certain inherent roads. Later, they will each pave new roads. And these roads... … Just like the trees here, people in the past planted them and people in the future can enjoy the shade.”

"Why are you willing to tell me the truth?"

"Because you are different from the Mafu people. They are the kind of people who never leave once they come."

There is Savage Xiao Xing in front of him, Ma Mansion Cook behind him, and Yu Shiwu in front of him is the third one, each has its own use.

Yu Shiwu asked: "You are so sure of trapping me? Detaining me here from beginning to end? Are you not afraid of Zhenwu Mountain's accountability or the Confucian Temple's criticism of this matter?"

Chen Pingan twitched the corner of his mouth and said sarcastically: "Why would a smart person deliberately say stupid things? I don't believe you will accept your fate."

The last time I met a similar character was the scholar in black who was beheaded into three corpses by Little Heavenly Lord Yang Ningxing in the Ghost Valley.

Yu Shiwu fell silent, obviously still having questions, but he didn't ask.

Chen Ping'an took the initiative to give a vague answer, "A certain being whose true name and identity cannot be revealed for the time being was previously a blessing to me in Tongyezhou, so I was willing to risk the disapproval of the world and first I'll repay you with half a fist."

Yu Shiwu asked: "What can I do?"

Chen Ping'an gave a more vague answer, "Here, you few, are the future roads and rivers, tree shades and ferries."

Yu Shiwu asked tentatively: "Coming to the house with Ma and his wife to take revenge is just a way for you to hide the truth?"

Chen Pingan slowly turned his head and gave Yu Shiwu a cold look.

For the rest of the time, Wu was as silent as a cicada. A Qi practitioner in the upper five realms who had achieved success in cultivation and had an almost perfect Taoist mind felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Using Ma Che and the ghost scholar Guan Peep as an introduction, Chen Ping'an, as the "God", began to officially intervene in the story trends in these fantasy realms.

As night fell, the old woman got up and opened the door. Chun Wen, a maid in green wearing a white horn crown, looked coldly at the passerby who knocked on the door, looking like a heroic man with a big beard and a sword.

As the most tenacious person among the maids around Ma Yuemei, the ranger said straight to the point: "Smug self-righteousness is a double-edged sword."

Chun Wen sneered, "Is this all Chen Jianxian's ability is?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "I still read too little and my vision is too narrow."

Chun Wen said with a cold voice: "Admit it, you must admit it. In terms of knowledge, I am just a servant girl in Ma Mansion with a humble status. Of course, I am not as knowledgeable as a disciple of a saint with extraordinary talents, and I dare not talk to a young hermit. On par with officials."

The light of the sword suddenly flashed, and the woman's neck felt cold, and her head was thrown high. She could only hear the man's words in her ears: "Since I have been holding grudges for a long time, I always hate that I have a bad background. Since I was a child, I firmly believe that people have their own destiny." Aspirations to reach the sky cannot be achieved without luck. On the road of life, you must first meet noble people before you can achieve success. Then I will give you some insights and experiences that you can't even dream of, and let you see your other destiny. Look back. See for yourself whether this theory makes sense."

Shen Ke, who was surrounded and hunted by hundreds of thousands of "Shen Ke" throughout the capital, had fallen into the dangerous situation of being eaten by ants and elephants. Since the capital was folded up like paper, the space for maneuvering was limited, and the geographical location became increasingly difficult. It was so cramped that the old grandmaster, who was already at the bottleneck of the Golden Body Realm, simply killed people until he vomited. After the killing, Shen Ke simply relied on his body instincts to survive.

Taking the position where he stood as the center of the circle, corpses were everywhere, blood was flowing, and broken limbs could be seen everywhere. The killing turned a river outside the palace into bright red. Fortunately, because those crazy "Shen Ke" were all unarmed and helpless. Common people who are proficient in martial arts are still forced to cut a bloody path by him. While killing people, they must also save themselves, because Shen Ke must find someone. Just because Chen Jianxian said before leaving that there is no unstoppable road, he will give it to him. Shen Ke left a glimmer of hope and told him the answer to the problem. As long as he found the only person in the capital who was not "Shen Ke" and killed this person, Shen Ke could escape from the predicament and see the light of day again. But if Shen Ke lost strength in the middle and was beaten to death. He had to start all over again. It was this hope and thought that Shen Ke relied on to support him from wandering around, in the streets and alleys of the capital, the alleys of wealthy families, government shops, brothels and secret kilns, and even the people who squatted in the latrines. When I saw the other person's appearance, I was afraid of passing him by. I missed a glimmer of life in the distance. Finally, I don't know how much time passed, but the scarred old master arrived in a luxurious courtyard, with auspicious clouds lingering and travertine leaking through. , under a golden canopy that was propped up high and fluttering in the wind, there was a woman in yellow clothes like the one in the palace.

There seems to be suspicion of Si Chen.

When Shen Ke saw that woman's appearance, it finally no longer looked like his own. He was filled with sadness and joy for a moment, and almost burst into tears. He had found it, he had finally found the rightful owner!

As for that woman's face, she vaguely remembers the appearance of "Chun Wen", the maid of Ma Mansion. She had taught her some swordsmanship in the early years. How could Shen Ke care about this?

Shen Ke lost the broken saber with the curled blade in his hand, looked around, and almost roared in a hoarse cry: "Chen Jianxian, I found it, I found it!"

The empress, who was about thirty years old, said sternly: "Rebellious ministers and traitors, relying on martial arts, dare to commit riots, and they will be captured without restraint, and they will be killed at the neck!"

Shen Ke was stunned for a moment, and almost couldn't help but want to hold the knife again and chop off this bitch with one stroke. The old man held back the severe pain all over his body and raised his hand to wipe away the blood on his face. He had been holding tight before and didn't feel anything bad. Now he relaxed a little. The pain really made his liver and gallbladder tremble. At this moment, from the exquisite canopy, From behind, a thin old man wearing a green robe walked out. He had a long snow-white beard that looked like a stage actor, hanging straight down like a waterfall hanging on a high cliff, and he looked like a fairy.

Shen Ke was so surprised that he burst into tears all of a sudden. He staggered forward a few steps and said, "Chen Jianxian, as agreed..."

The "old god" stroked his beard and smiled: "Why should you take your lies seriously?"

I saw that the "old god" who was respectfully called the national master by the empress clearly wanted to deny his responsibility. In an instant, with a wave of his sleeve, a long knife on the ground poked a hole in Shen Ke's chest.

Shen Ke fell to the ground and died with eyes closed. The next moment, he returned to the white jade bridge outside the palace. Shen Ke stood up again, and countless Shen Ke once again swarmed in from all directions.

Shen Ke was dumbfounded and speechless. Countless years of ghosts beating the wall, lingering in this cage, finally saw a glimmer of light, but in the end it was a scam?

She didn't even have the energy to curse a few words. Shen Ke closed his eyes. He was really convinced by that bitch and stood there, waiting to be killed.

In the courtyard, Empress Ma, who had been in power behind the curtain for many years and then usurped the throne, suddenly had a headache. She put her hand on her forehead, and memories flooded in, as if her head had been cut open.

The old man smiled and said: "When you were twelve years old, I gave you a destiny. I remember telling you at that time that fame, fortune, wealth and splendor are all external things. It is a pity that when the world sees these, they risk their lives to seek them. Once you get it, it will turn out to be useless."

"Of course you didn't believe it at that time. Now that you have become a female emperor that you never dreamed of, how will it feel like here? If you had the chance to start over, would you still agree to be drafted into the palace, or would you follow the wandering Taoist priest? Practicing the immortal method of pure heart and asceticism on the mountain? Or make a private life-long commitment with the requester, run away from home, make a home all over the world, travel around the world, and do chivalry? Or be an ordinary person with a stable life, and open the door every day? Firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea?”

"Yes, once you have been an emperor, you want to live forever. This is human nature."

"Those who practice Taoism can see the real person, and they can see the real person. The first "obtaining" depends on luck, and the last "obtaining" depends on oneself."

The same four words, the word "de", have two pronunciations, "get" de and "de".

The old god smiled and said: "How many idiots can't see through it, but the floating life is like water under ice."

When this immortal old god said his last words, for a moment, the woman seemed to see the bright moon rising on the sea in the distance, as if it suddenly jumped out of the water, shining on everything in the world like a vast expanse of glass, with crows sleeping on high branches and sleeping in the shallows. The heron was silent.

Somewhere, on the official road outside the city, the well-equipped cavalry went on a rampage and killed people in broad daylight. None of the members of the martial arts school survived. The death was very tragic. Most of the dead were old Jianghu who were used to being escorts. , but ended up being killed in an instant, without the ability to fight back. Many corpses have holes where arrows have been pulled out. It is estimated that the government officials are busy, and how to report this matter is a big trouble that can make the prefect feel overwhelmed. In broad daylight, on the ghostly and gloomy road, "Ma Chuan" stared blankly at himself lying in a pool of blood. The crotch of the corpse had been bruised to pieces by an iron gun, and "Ma Bi" stood beside him. Then looking at the dead man with messy buns and a broken arm, the brothers came back to their senses for a long time and looked at each other, not knowing where to go. They remembered that the book said that when a person dies, there will be black and white impermanence or a bull-headed horse face to arrest the soul and take it with him. I went to Guimen Pass and walked on the Huangquan Road and drank Meng Po Soup. I didn’t know whether it was true or false.

At this moment, Yinhun Ma Chuan took the lead in spotting a young man dressed as a Taoist priest. He slowly walked around a horse that was lingering in the same place. The Taoist priest looked at him. The Taoist priest seemed not panicked about seeing a ghost. He kept walking and kicked away a knife on the road with his toes. Seeing this, Ma Chuan couldn't help but ask: "Are you a ghost too?"

The young Taoist priest sneered and said with an indifferent expression: "Unlike you, I am a living person, but I have only practiced a little bit of the Taoism of the Immortal family, so I can see you lonely ghosts passing by."

Ma Bi clenched his hands into fists and said with grief and anger: "Since the Taoist priest is an expert from the Xian family, why didn't he come to save us when he passed by?!"

The wandering Taoist priest smiled and said: "Then I'll admit my mistake, make amends with your brothers, and apologize sincerely?"

I saw the Taoist priest slapped his head, and actually started to pretend to apologize.

Ma Bi was furious, with a faint black smoke lingering all over his body, and his eyes couldn't help but become fierce. He was about to rush forward to fight with the hard-hearted Taoist priest, but Ma Chuan reached out and grabbed his arm hard. Seeing this scene, the Taoist priest was not afraid at all. Instead, he said sarcastically: "Heaven and earth are divided into yin and yang, and humans and ghosts are on each side. If the two meet by chance, according to the ancient saying, it is a collision, which is quite taboo. The reason why the poor Taoist appears here My body is because my eyes were stained with some talisman water just now, which is worth several taels of silver converted into market value, so I can open my eyes to see you and other ghosts in the underworld. This is to prevent evil ghosts from causing trouble. I am too obsessed and do not hesitate to violate the forbidden world, so I am poor. If Tao kills you now, there will be a bad virtue attached to you."

Ma Chuan said tremblingly: "It can be seen that the Taoist Master is not such a person."

The young Taoist priest smiled and asked: "You want to become what I call a fierce ghost so that you can take revenge on these murderous people who have taken human life lightly? Then I am going to pour a bucket of cold water on your head. Believe it or not, you guys from Lian Fucheng are here." Can't even get in through the city gate? By luck, you managed to sneak in through the city gate, and then bypassed the patrol team of day and night wandering gods in the City God's Temple. When you finally saw the door gods posted at their door, believe it or not, you were directly attacked by those impartial door gods. , treating you as filthy dirty things, I will beat you to death on the spot."

When mentioning the group of bandits, Ma Chuan gritted his teeth and said, "Taoist Master, as long as we can avenge those beasts, our brothers are willing to pay no matter the price!"

Ma Bi's face was distorted and he said with a ferocious look: "They are no better than animals. We must skin them and cramp them, eat their flesh and drink their blood!"

The Taoist priest looked playful and said slowly: "The reason why you didn't save me before was because you brought this disaster upon yourself. Gods can't save people who want to die. If I save you today, there's no way you'll still die tomorrow, just like an outsider. A poor Taoist is a poor Taoist, so why bother coming here? If I don’t kill you to earn some virtue, I’m already a poor Taoist..."

The brothers saw the Taoist priest raising one palm in front of him and silently reciting the words "Infinite Blessings and Longevity to the Heavenly Lord."

After that, as the two brothers knelt down and knelt and begged, the Taoist priest pieced together the corpses of those who had died violently and buried them hastily.

The Taoist priest took the two ghosts and followed the horse's hooves on the cavalry's path.

The Taoist priest who carried the sword was truly an expert in the world. He was not out of breath or blushing, he could walk as fast as flying, and his speed was faster than a galloping horse. The Ma brothers were glad that they were ghosts and could still follow the stranger who claimed to have gone down the mountain to experience the world of mortals. The Taoist priest stopped for a rest, took out the dry food from the package, took off the wine gourd from his waist, and sat on the roadside to drink. He served peanuts and pickles as food and drinks. The dry food was hard to swallow, so he took a sip of wine to moisten it. Throat... The impatient Ma Bi urged the Taoist priest several times to finish eating quickly and go on the road, but the Taoist priest was leisurely and leisurely. He only said that if you eat wine and not eat vegetables, you will definitely get drunk quickly, a living person will not be brave, and his strength will be in vain... While the Taoist priest was speaking, Ma Bi did not notice that his brother beside him looked at him as if he had remembered something, which made him a little strange. Ma Chuan secretly shook his head and forgot about certain things.

"In the trough, the pigs will fight against the pigs, and the dogs will bite the dogs if the spoils are not divided evenly."

The Taoist priest took care of himself, had enough to eat and drink, packed his parcel and slung it across his body, patted his belly gently, and asked with a smile: "Ghosts in the underworld are like humans, and people in the upper world are like ghosts. Ma Chuan Ma Bi, what do you think of this world?" , or not weird?”

The two brothers were sad and silent.

The Taoist priest smiled and said: "Anyway, idleness is idle. It is better to teach people how to fish than to teach them how to fish. I want to teach you a technique suitable for cultivating ghosts? I have other things to do, so I can't stay with you all the time." Hang out.”

"But we have agreed in advance that you only have the chance to kill one person each in this revenge. Before you decide who to kill, you can find them one by one with the help of Pindao, understand their family background, and finally discuss the matter. Pick someone to kill. During this period, if you dare to violate the agreement, I will have my own means to make you laugh as hard as you want."

"Success or failure, give me a sentence."

Ma Chuan clasped his fists and said, "The Taoist has been so kind and kind, how can we repay him?"

The Taoist priest smiled and said: "There is no need to repay. Just remember that when you kill your enemies, you must not be soft."

Since the Taoist priests had a meal on the way, and they had to carefully bypass various ancestral temples, academies, and Taoist temples along the way, and at the same time, the Taoist priests also had to teach them an immortal technique, the trip was greatly delayed. During the trip, when the brothers separated from the Taoist priests and used the magic to sneak into the city, they learned that the real culprits were two bastards from neighboring countries who had returned home long ago. Afterwards, they went through a lot of hardships, faced many dangers, were in desperate situations, and almost died, but they finally found those two people.

Ma Chuan looked at Ma Chuan, and Ma Bi looked at Ma Bi.

They watch themselves.

Almost at the same time, they regained all their memories.

When the daughter of the Zhao family named Qiu Yun was about to get married, the maid who was accompanying her to the wedding suddenly asked her a question with a smile.

"The identities of master and servant are swapped, and your former master, Ma Yuemei, has been your maid for many years. How does it feel?"

Shen was carved in the capital city of Yuxuan Kingdom. He died over and over again, like falling into reincarnation, spinning endlessly. The old man became more and more haggard, skinny as wood, and completely heartbroken.

When a strange phenomenon appeared in the world, everything was silent, and Shen Ke was completely unaware of it. Lone ghosts and walking corpses were wandering alone in the deserted alleys of the capital.

I heard someone behind me laughing and saying, "If you want to get rich, why not ask me."

Shen Ke's body stiffened, his expression numb, and he turned around. He saw the man in green shirt. After thinking about it, he finally remembered the person in front of him. He seemed to be a swordsman. What was his last name?

The skinny old man had some light in his cloudy eyes, and his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to ask something, but couldn't.

The man asked with a smile: "I'll give you a physique equivalent to that of a martial artist, and I'll treat it as helping you cheat. Let's see if you can get out of here?"

When Shen Ke heard the words, he was not at all happy. He just squatted down silently, leaning his back against the wall of the alley, holding his head in his hands. The heartbroken old man just started sobbing.

The man smiled and said: "You are so old, why are you still crying?"

Shen Ke raised his head a little, and then raised one hand. The old man chewed up the finger with the ring on it bit by bit. His mouth was full of blood, his throat moved slightly, and he swallowed the flesh, bones, and bones together with the broken jade ring. abdomen.

The man asked: "Is the regret medicine delicious?"

The old man shook his head.

In another illusory world, Chen Ping'an stepped forward outside the small temple and took Yu Shiwu back to his old place. He returned to the prosperous water town. He walked on the bluestone road on the shore and saw a colorful boat in the river picking up relatives. , carrying the bride with a phoenix crown and a beautiful dress, is heading towards the Fulu Bridge, which has a beautiful meaning.

They walked side by side slowly. In the courtyard of a high-rise house, there was a gorgeous red crape myrtle tree in bloom. Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Old things become fine. I wonder if it has seen several young people in the house turn gray."

Yu Shiwu asked: "I felt that the flower was blooming at the wrong time earlier. Didn't you mean to imply that it was about to become a charm? Are you deliberately showing a flaw to people with discerning eyes?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Forget it."

The idle rich man walked towards me, carrying a bird in a cage and whistling, apparently trying to catch some live food for the thrush in the cage. The young master saw a graceful young girl holding a flower basket, and took a step sideways, blocking the girl's path. The girl stepped around, and the young master deliberately moved two steps later. The girl's eyes widened, and she became angry with embarrassment. Young Master quickly apologized with a playful smile and took the initiative to get out of the way... Yu Shiwu asked, "Are you a descendant of the Ma family?" Chen Ping'an shook his head, just as he should be in the market. They came to the open-air drying place full of sauce jars. Soon there were workers who were busy inside. They raised their heads and said, "Master Chen is here." Chen Pingan smiled and nodded, and soon there were also familiar workers Gao He asked in a loud voice, "Master Chen, how old is your son?" Chen Ping'an smiled and said nothing. "Young man" Yu Shiwu sighed, "This is nothing."

Yu Shiwu was like a spectator who had just seen countless colorful lanterns with riddles written on them on the 15th Lantern Festival, but failed to answer a few of the riddles. Now he could finally ask the person behind the scenes for answers, "I passed by a border military building earlier. What’s the purpose of naming the town Doufu Pass?”

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "According to the rules, riddles have different answers, and there may be codes but not codes. Generally, lantern riddles are not allowed to be revealed."

Yu Shiwu asked: "Just talking about the content related to lantern riddles, I roughly estimate that in the past two thousand years, there are no less than thousands of people who have glanced at it. I am very curious, extremely curious! Chen Pingan, where did you get so many Can your knowledge be thrown into this dream world?"

If you want an accomplished "immortal" to walk in the world for thousands of years without noticing anything is wrong, how much effort and knowledge do you need?

"At first glance, it sounds like a question that only a layman would ask."

Chen Pingan shook his head, and then asked: "Have you ever heard of overnight sailing? Do you know that there is an entry city up there?"

Yu Shiwu shook his head and said: "I never like to ask about these things. There is very little information about the things on the mountain and below. I know very little about it. Does this mean that a family does not know its family, and a monk does not know its home? Of course it is incomparable with you who travel far away all the year round. You The mountain owner is used to asking for directions when going out, and asking about customs when visiting the countryside..."

Speaking of this, Yu Shiwu looked a little self-deprecating. In terms of travel experience, in the past two thousand years, how could he have seen so few scenery and people, and how many of them had he remembered?

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "The mountains are big and the trees are tall, and the wells are deep and the water is cold. Fellow Taoist Yu, you don't need to compare this with me. Each one has its own strengths and weaknesses."

In fact, Chen Pingan now has twelve extradition talismans in his hand. As long as he sacrifices one on the coastal boundary, he can help him board the night ship.

Chen Ping'an said: "Just talking about lantern riddles, it couldn't be simpler. You only need to have dozens of lantern riddle collections on hand, just copy them and copy them. Such books are not expensive. How many taels of silver did you spend?"

Chen Pingan continued to explain: "Of course, it is really difficult to make everything you see and hear reasonable. So I have already prepared hundreds of categories, large and small, and a total of nearly a thousand categories that have been extended accordingly. Tens of thousands of 'notes' are the kind of notes that people who like to read like to put in the pages of books to build and enrich this false world. This is to prevent a spiritual person like you from entering it and thinking it's fake at first glance. "

"Back to the topic, as the old saying goes, the rich celebrate the New Year and the poor pass the test. So I thought the name Tofu Pass sounded more interesting, that's all."

Yu Shiwu held it in for a long time, "Did Xiuhu teach you a secret to 'scholarship'?"

In the wealthy family at the foot of the mountain, there are secrets to reading and writing, which are often secrets that are never revealed to others.

Chen Pingan curled his lips, "He doesn't teach this. He doesn't even bother to do it."

Yu Shiwu suddenly asked: "What if I catch a person, face to face, and ask him hundreds of questions?"

Chen Ping'an couldn't help but laugh, and extended his thumb to Yu Shiwu, "Then you really stopped me."

Yu Shiwu hesitated for a moment, "One day, even if someone breaks the casserole and asks the question to the end, will his answer be perfect?"

Chen Ping'an didn't answer the question, "Let's look at another place?"

Yu Shiwu said helplessly: "I have the final say?"

It was like changing scenery while visiting a famous garden. Where the two of them settled down, the streams in the mountains were cheerful and noisy, and then merged into a river outside the mountains and became silent. A woodcutter and a boatman met on the river, and one of them took out his home brew. Drinking wine, one of them took out the freshly caught game in the mountains, and loudly spoke slang and folk proverbs, "You rely on the mountains to eat, you rely on the water to eat, you always rely on God to eat." The woodcutter raised his head and looked at the scorching sun, and said The boatman said, "It's a good time. Money can't buy it. There will be a drought on May 5th. This year's harvest will be good."

In the season when the flowers are bright and the willows are beautiful, dark clouds suddenly cover, a heavy rain comes and goes, and the ground is covered with fallen flowers. There is an old man whose family has fallen into decline and has a miserable old age. He has a sallow face and thin muscles, a gray beard, and a worn-out felt hat on his head. Holding a white paper lantern that had been used for many years, he sent the traveling businessman's son to the door. The remaining savings were given to the son who was confident that he was going to do a big and profitable business. The old man stood there and watched him go. He couldn't see his back anymore, and then he turned around and went back to the house.

The young man who had promised the old man that he would chop off his hand if he gambled again went straight to a smoky gambling shop in the city.

A wealthy salt merchant in his sixties would introduce his concubine to everyone and simply say, "She is my thief." The young woman holding the old man's arm was smiling broadly. It turns out that stealing has the same meaning as stealing, and stealing has the same pronunciation as concubine. It is better to say that it is like this than to say that you are a wife.

It was freezing cold, and there was a military parade going on at the martial arts arena in Toufuguan. Yesterday, a powerful kid from the capital came here to attend the ceremony. As a result, the general who had always lived a simple life and managed the army well, I deliberately woke up the family son early in the morning and came here to parade with him. I stood with the general for a full hour. Poor family son was so cold that he had snot bubbles in his nose. When the military parade was finally over, the general was just When I took my family son to "open a small stove", there was actually just a big bowl of rice porridge and pickled vegetables on the table. But even so, the noble boy who was accustomed to fine food still wolfed down his food like flying with his chopsticks. He felt that he had never been so full and well-fed in his life.

I visited three schools one after another, with different scenes. A master in a poor village school beat a naughty child with a ruler so that his hands were red and swollen. After school, the child did not dare to let his parents see him, otherwise he would definitely be beaten with a bamboo whip and stir-fried meat. . In a school in a wealthy city, the master was scolded by parents who cared about their children and scolded him so much that he shrank. As time went by, he no longer dared to behave himself. He could just teach to earn some money to support his family, so why bother with education? He was scolded in vain, saying that he would not be allowed to eat and hang out with the masters of the prefecture and county, so the ruler had been gathering dust for many years. In a private school from a scholarly family, an old scholar was hired as a teacher. The boy who had just started school that day was beaten badly. He ran to his mother to complain in tears. He ran in a panic on the road and fell. , a servant wanted to help the child, but was stopped by a graceful woman, who just asked the child to get up immediately. Instead of comforting her, she lectured her young son: "Walk calmly." How could he fall?" The woman asked her son again why he was crying. The child turned around and ran back to the school without saying a word, and sat down obediently for class.

In the countryside, there are groups of children who go together to touch snails in the stream. When they return home, they use pangolin thorns to pick out the snail meat at the dinner table. There are also those who can taste mountain delicacies with just one bite. There was also the woman who picked tea and sold it for money, and went to the market along the way. A pair of children who were still in school had brand new and neat clothes, shoes and socks the next day.

Yu Shiwu turned his head and looked at Chen Ping'an.

I saw Chen Pingan smiling and looking gentle.

Yu Shiwu said to himself: "Those who are extravagant are not rich enough, and those who are frugal are poor and have more than enough."

It was Shuchi Shanhe's magical power that didn't require any use of magic. Yu Shiwu just followed Chen Ping'an, as if he had unfolded a landscape painting again. They came to a country house, with heavy snow falling outside. Several people traveled together and stayed overnight. Here, we were chatting around the fire at night, with acquaintances, warm wine and talking freely, drinking cheap earthenware, but they were discussing how to persuade His Majesty the Emperor to "return the title". Outside the house there were several servants and attendants who looked like book boys. There was a boy who was born with a stutter. When chatting with others, his words were like goat eggs popping out one by one. Next to him was a slovenly man with unkempt hair, standing sideways and holding a broom, dozing off, with several books of Ganoderma lucidum tied around his waist.

A servant has Ganoderma lucidum hanging around his waist, which is obviously unconventional.

Chen Ping'an "came" outside the house with Yu Shiwu, pointed at the stuttering boy and the slovenly man, "Choose any one to talk to, and try to find out what the result will be."

Yu Shiwu thought about it and shook his head.

Chen Pingan said: "Unless someone identifies it as an illusion from the beginning, as a person in the game, you will not ask whether it is true or false, let alone say nothing more than speculating."

"Look at the world from the legal realm."

Yu Shiwu whispered: "Like a dream, like an illusion, like bubbles, like shadows, like dew, like lightning."

Chen Pingan nodded lightly.

The handsome young man who stuttered seemed to have heard Yu Shiwu's high-pitched words. Suddenly his eyes lit up and he began to sing a poem similar to Qingci. It was a typical Taoist language. The young man didn't stutter at all, and his voice was as clear as a jade chime. , "Ordinary people don't believe in gods, and they don't know that their heads are hanging in the sky. It is said that immortals can fly up to the sky, and they say that they can live forever for thousands of years. When young people heard this, they all laughed and fell to the ground without wings. It is rare to live in the world for a hundred years...City When meeting a strange person, we join hands to look at the world, and we see life and death with our eyes, following them like shadows, and life and death in a circle. When I see this, I feel frightened, and I am frightened and frightened... After practicing the righteous Dharma for three to five years, the sky, the earth, the sun and the moon are as soft as cotton. . Once the emptiness was broken by chewing, I realized that there are more mysterious things. I no longer had any doubts in my heart, so I went to the market to teach the Dharma to the young man, and sang with him again, asking you to listen. It turns out that there are gods in the world! It turns out that there are gods in the world! , there are really happy and free gods..."

Yu Shiwu laughed dumbly.

Chen Pingan suddenly said: "Of course that gambler will lose everything. When he left the gambling stall, he was walking down the street in despair. When he saw a scene, he relied on instinct and without thinking about anything, saved a man who was almost hit by a carriage. The child was saved, but he himself died."

"The son of a wealthy family who believed that pickled vegetables and wowotou were a delicacy in the world, later generously sacrificed his life at a young age and died in battle."

"Mrs. Ru, nicknamed the thief at the salt merchant, couldn't bear the loneliness. She first had an affair with a young groom at home, and then had a private meeting with an actor who was invited to sing at home. She wanted to wrap up the gold and silver and elope with him, but she didn't know how. Trade-offs.”

"Those parents who are reluctant to let their children get punished because they don't study much will probably not know what a ruler is when their children grow up and have their own children attend a private school."

Yu Shiwu patiently listened to the follow-up stories of more than a dozen people of various colors. Some were unexpected, and some were reasonable. Yu Shiwu sighed for no reason, "Absorb, dismantle, fill, reshape, transform, and grow."

Chen Pingan's eyes showed admiration, "Fellow Daoist Yu finally talked about scratching the itch."

We walked away from the village hut together, chatting while walking, walked to the river, and walked along the bank. Yu Shiwu actually felt that such a trip was not bad.

It can be said that the creator of heaven and earth is not without originality, and the onlookers will have a different feeling in their hearts.

New people and events that have never been seen before are vividly visible in the eyes, and stories that have never been heard before are heard in the ears.

Yu Shiwu couldn't help but sigh again: "This trip has been fruitful and I am so grateful."

"A Taoist who goes down the mountain to practice is like a dragon wandering around."

Chen Pingan held his sleeves with his hands, his thoughts drifting away, he came back to his senses, and lightly stamped his feet, "My senior brother Cui Chan rarely spoke... human words to me. But when we were chatting at the top of the city, he had This truth is quite plain and simple. He said that a country where even local gangsters would subconsciously feel a little scared when they saw the former school teacher on the road is a country with real hope. There is hope that it can grow from weak to strong and have hope. I hope Yuqiang will be stronger.”

There is heavy snow, white-clothed immortals riding deers and wading through the water, and both the people and the scenery have an ancient flavor.

Taking a closer look, Yu Shiwu looked strange, and the immortal was actually himself.

Everything is silent, the sky and the earth are white, and I hold my breath and concentrate. If I ask myself, it seems that my heart is like thunder.

Yu Shiwu stopped and asked for no reason, "If everyone is willing to build bridges and build roads, is that true peace for all eternity?"

Chen Pingan replied: "I think it is true pure freedom, which everyone can freely transfer freedom."