Sword of Coming

After Lao Tianjun and Zhong Kui left, nothing happened the whole night.

Pei Qian, whose eyelids were fighting, hugged Chen Pingan to the window sill and asked her to go back to sleep.

Chen Ping'an stayed alone in the courtyard without walking or practicing his sword. He sat at the stone table and thought about his future plans.

Occasionally, I lost my mind and looked up at the night. I heard Zhong Kui say before that among the saints worshiped in the Confucian Confucian Temple, except for some who went to expand the territory and find new paradises, there would be many other saints who would sit in this vast world of continents, lakes and seas. In the sky, overlooking the human world, in their eyes, the great monks in the world, whether on the mountain or below, are like ordinary people looking at the fireflies floating in the summer night. The intensity of the light depends on the level of the land gods. Therefore, in the battle at Taiping Mountain, the White Ape let go and fought with all his strength, and there was no longer any cover. In the sight of the saint above Tongyezhou, it was like two bursts of light that suddenly exploded, thus attracting the saint to fall and preventing the powerful man. The great monks are those who make unreasonable troubles or fight with selfish anger. Once they have no scruples, they will destroy the mountains and rivers and cause suffering to the people.

Most of the time, Chen Ping'an closed his eyes and rested his mind, silently reciting the immortal mantras on the jade slips of Biyou Mansion in his heart.

Read it a hundred times and you will see its meaning, and all laws in the world are inseparable from its origin.

At dawn, Chen Pingan opened his eyes and heard the footsteps of old general Yao Zhen outside the hospital. He stopped at the door of the hospital, seeming to hesitate whether to knock on the door.

Chen Ping'an stood up and opened the courtyard door. Yao Zhen smiled and said: "As expected of a martial arts master, he can distinguish people by listening to their footsteps."

Chen Ping'an asked: "Want to take a walk in the garden of the post house to relax?"

Yao Zhen and Chen Ping'an walked side by side and said slowly: "The reason why I didn't follow you yesterday to visit the place where the ancient immortal rode a crane and ascended was because I got the news that the Mirage City's secret envoy was coming to the post house. I had no choice but to wait. It was not until the second update in the evening that the distinguished guest arrived. Guess who it was?"

Since he was asked about Chen Pingan, he would definitely not be a figure in Mirage City who had nothing to do with him. Chen Pingan had an idea and replied: "Shen Guogong Gao Shizhen."

Yao Zhen stretched out his thumb, nodded and said, "It is this Duke."

Those who come are not kind and those who are kind will not come.

Since Shen Guogong is allowed to serve as a secret envoy and come to Qihe City to convey the decree before the Yao family's team enters Mirage City, it shows that in the eyes of His Majesty, the weight of Shen Guogong is more important than that of the future Minister of War, Yao Zhen. As for Shen Guogong's departure, Before the capital, Chen Ping'an had never met Emperor Liu, so he couldn't guess whether Emperor Liu had any instructions or orders. Therefore, Duke Shen secretly entered the Qihe City Post House, which was tantamount to a huge disgrace to the old general.

Living in the capital is not easy.

Even if you are Yao Zhen, you are still an outsider from the frontier.

Chen Ping'an benefited a lot from his long "far trip" to the Ouhua Blessed Land, accompanying the old Taoist priests from the East China Sea. Perhaps it was not until the moment he left the Ouhua Blessed Land that such a clay-legged man from the Mud Bottle Lane put on his trousers. The last bit of dirt shakes off.

Yao Zhen said slowly: "The Daquan Dynasty, with the surname Jun Guogong, has ten people in total. Two hundred years after the founding of the Liu family, there have been ups and downs, and only a single seedling like the Shen Guogong Mansion is left. The old Shen Guogong has a very good reputation and is fair. , twice risked having the plaque removed from the Duke's Palace, and saved a group of Qingliu ministers and a border military commander respectively. Therefore, in the temple, both civil and military people read these two copies of the incense of the Duke's Palace. The current Duke Gao Shizhen, a man who kept a low profile and was not very pushy, had been closely associated with the mansion when he was young. Looking back, he was not an ordinary man. That’s why Gao Shuyi had the ability to walk sideways in Mirage City. …”

Chen Ping'an suddenly interjected: "Gao Shuyi's domineering behavior and annoying the dignitaries of all parties may not be a means for the Duke's government to tarnish its reputation. The two generations of Dukes, each relying on their own abilities, took advantage of things that the courtiers could not even imagine. If If Gao Shuyi doesn't do something, the fate of the Duke's Mansion may be the same as the previous situation of the Yao family's border troops."

Yao Zhen looked strange and extended his thumb towards Chen Pingan again, "It's similar to what my granddaughter Jinzhi said."

But Yao Zhen patted Chen Pingan on the shoulder, "But, these remarks were made when we were fourteen years old."

Chen Ping'an was amused in his heart. Why are you, General Yao, competing with him like this? He still echoed: "The girl near me has a beautiful heart and is good at all kinds of learning. Naturally, I am far behind."

Yao Zhen's vicissitudes of life brought a smile to his face, and the gloom in his heart was swept away.

As for what Duke Shen Guo Shi actually said when he arrived at the post house, Yao Zhen, as a courtier of the Liu family, would certainly not reveal anything.

However, if Mirage City and Duke Guo wanted to deal with their little benefactor, Yao Zhen wouldn't mind dying again. Anyway, it was Yao who earned his life by returning it to Chen Ping'an. After all, the Yao family cavalry has completely escaped this storm. This is the conclusion that the granddaughter came to after sending Gao Shizhen out of the city late last night and returning to the posthouse to talk with Yao Jinzhi at night. In Mirage City, when Yao Zhen comes to Beijing, there will be a grand welcoming event attended by thousands of people. The reputation of the Yao family's cavalry will be well-known in both the government and the public, driven by the government at all levels.

The garden of the post house is extremely famous. Thanks to the efforts of literati, poets and demoted officials in the past dynasties, it has gained the reputation of "the beauty of mountains and ponds, and the elegance of pavilions and terraces, unmatched by the kings of the capital."

Green trees, small bridges and flowing water, the two people walked onto a wooden arch bridge. Now Chen Pingan is probably as familiar with the bridge structure as an official from the Yamen of the Ministry of Industry. Chen Pingan walked on the bridge, his steps light and sometimes light. He reached out and tapped the railing lightly. Yao Zhen just regarded it as a personal hobby and did not ask out of curiosity.

The Yao family team will leave the day after tomorrow. There will be a banquet hosted by the governor tonight, and tomorrow the county governor will entertain the old general Yao Zhen privately, so we can still spend two days in Qihe City.

Chen Ping'an stayed in the courtyard and practiced with closed doors.

Regarding the advancement of martial arts, the climbing speed has far exceeded the expectations when leaving Xuanxuan Mountain. There is no need to rush, and there is no need to rush.

The matter of rebuilding the Changsheng Bridge seems to be a matter of urgency.

After visualizing twice, once at the Lotus Root Blessed Land and once at the bank of the Buried River, the golden long bridge had successfully appeared over the river. It was more stable each time. Especially the second time across the Buried River, Chen Ping'an had the confidence to walk on it. .

However, Chen Pingan has a headache when he thinks about building the Bridge of Immortality and refining the Five Elements magic weapon as a "body small world" to hold the house. With the jade slip formula given by the Water Goddess, Chen Pingan must start now. Preparation means that Chen Ping'an must refine as many as five natal objects. Otherwise, building the Immortal Bridge will still be a dead end. Unless he gives up his martial arts training, once the Immortal Bridge is erected, his spiritual energy will be like sea water. The consequences of pouring it back would be disastrous, but if one's own Qi Palace has five existences shaped like lakes and fairy mansions, it can accumulate the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and at the same time, it will not too much affect a pure Qi patrolling the Quartet. The two parties can generally work well. The water does not offend the river.

That kind of mysterious and mysterious state is like a Chen Pingan walking around the world with his two fists, and a Chen Pingan silently cultivating Taoism behind closed doors in the mountains and forests.

When Chen Ping'an walked away, he thought silently in his heart: "The water-character seal given by Mr. Qi must be refined into a life object. In this way, if it is related to life, it will be broken like a mountain-character seal. As long as the person does not die, , can still vaguely appear in the Qi Mansion, even if it is no longer powerful, but there is always a thought, as long as you want to see it in this life, you can see it. Moreover, the immortal magic formula of the Water Goddess, regarding refining water, Mentioned the most.”

"As for the ancient jade slip that can warm the body and soul, it is probably related to the water of the Five Elements. However, I don't know the specific rank and origin. You still need to ask Wei Bo."

"It's a pity that the golden robe is not among the five elements. Otherwise, it would be of sufficient rank and suitable for refining. If you don't have to wear it all the time, you will be noticed by the Nascent Soul Immortal. Alas, it is really a pity. "

"When I was talking about the sequence of knowledge in Biyou Mansion, I felt that the golden literary courage of Shen Wen, the Lord of the City of Caiyi, could be refined into the gold of the five elements. Moreover, reading is the same as boxing and swordsmanship. It’s a lifelong effort.”

"The land of the five elements, the old Taoist entrusted the Taoist boy, talking about the five-color soil of the mountains, rivers, and land of the Five Mountains of Dali. Now that the Dali cavalry is heading south, the war is in full swing. Could it be that the Song family of Dali can really capture at least half of the entire Aquarius Continent? ? If this is true, the Five Mountains and Five Colored Earths of the Dali Dynasty are indeed valuable. It seems that this matter will still trouble Wei Bo, who has the status of the righteous god of the Northern Mountains of Dali, next time he returns to Longquan."

Dressed in white robes, Chen Ping'an punched "selflessly" with extraordinary fluency.

It is no longer a kiln worker's apprentice drawing blanks, and the old-fashioned craftsmanship everywhere is like regular script, but it has become like everyone's popular running script.

The essence of it is that you can only endure hardships and grasp blessings.

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The four people in the picture all have quirks.

Wei Xian has recently become fond of eating with his mouth open. There are two small bags hanging on the left and right sides of his waist, filled with food bought from various shops.

Lu Baixiang likes all elegant things. Now he likes to hold a few chess pieces in the palm of his hand. When walking, when the chess pieces rub against each other, the palm of his hand will make a slight squeaking sound.

Zhu Lian didn't like restraints. For example, he found it troublesome to wear boots and socks. He bought a pair of straw sandals from somewhere in Qihe City and changed into a light yellow linen clothes. Furthermore, no matter which town he stopped in, Zhu Lian would buy a few novels about ghosts, monsters, gods and demons, and novels about talented people and beauties with charming pictures. Whenever he had free time, he would flip through the books to pass the time.

Sui Youyou doesn't seem to have any hobbies except studying the sword every day, which is the biggest quirk in itself.

After Chen Pingan finished practicing boxing, he returned to the house.

Today, Zhu Lian was basking in the warm early winter sun in the yard, reading a rather fragrant novel about talented men and beautiful women.

When Yao Xianzhi, a young man, came to visit, he asked Wei Xian for advice on boxing techniques.

Lu Baixiang came to play chess with Yao Jin.

After Sui Zuo went to the hill, his momentum changed slightly, and he began to retreat alone again. With the sword across his knees, he often pushed the sword out of its sheath an inch and then pushed it back, and so on.

Pei Qian was unwilling to give up. After watching the game between Lu Baixiang and Yao Jinzhi, he found it boring, so he went back to the house to get the hiking stick, and waved her signature crazy stick next to Wei Xian and Yao Xianzhi. Wei Xian asked Yao Xianzhi to practice a boxing pile first, and looked at Pei Qian for a while, speechless for a long time. The little girl was carrying the hiking pole in a messy manner, and sometimes she would accidentally hit herself. She was worthy of being a domineering figure, killing one thousand enemies and damaging eight hundred to herself.

Yao Xianzhi, who was practicing Zhanzhuang, rolled his eyes.

On the contrary, Wei Xian didn't seem to think Heitan girl was so childish.

Pei Qian was panting, bent over, holding the hiking pole with both hands, and asked: "Old Wei, how good is my martial arts talent? Am I one of a million? Tomorrow... forget it, can I be like my father next year? A peerless master? Beat ten of you with one hand?"

Wei Xian answered the question, "It is said in the world that you have been practicing spearmanship for a long time. If you really want to improve your stick skills by leaps and bounds, I have two suggestions. One is to make sticks like dragons in the rapeseed fields. Over time, you will have an invincible weapon in the world." Momentum, the second is to stir up a hornet's nest. When you are in danger, you will have another aura of looking forward to death."

Pei Qian saw that Wei Xian was sincere, thought for a moment, and then said doubtfully, "You won't lie to me?"

Wei Xian said calmly: "If you don't believe me, I'll throw you away."

Lu Baixiang, who had his back to the yard, smiled slightly.

Zhu Lian, who was hunched over while reading, had just dipped his fingers in his saliva and turned the page. However, the love between a man and a woman on the previous page was so beautiful that he couldn't help but turn it back and appreciate it again.

Pei Qian suddenly shook his head, sighed, and said with pity in his eyes: "Old Wei, can't you see that what I practice is not stick skills at all, but sword skills?!"

Wei Xian pretended to be enlightened, but he was not sincere.

Pei Qian became angry and said: "Old Wei, if you continue to be so boring, our friendship will be gone!"

Wei Xian twitched the corner of his mouth, feeling a little gloating.

As soon as he said it, Pei Qian lost his hiking pole and quickly covered his mouth.

Sure enough, Chen Ping'an's voice sounded, "Go back to the house and copy 500 words."

Now, in addition to reading and endorsing books, Pei Qian was also asked by Chen Pingan to copy books.

Every time Pei Qian gritted his teeth and copied the book, he wanted to give himself a slap in the face and ask you to ask the ghost Xuanhua in Biyou Mansion for some pen and paper. But Chen Pingan said that since you have your own pen, start practicing every day. There aren't many words, maybe five hundred, but some words were copied carelessly and were too crooked and twisted, so they don't count among the five hundred and have to be made up. Pei Qian wanted to die. How many days had he been as comfortable and happy as a god?

Pei Qian puffed up his cheeks like a big meat bun, picked up the hiking pole, and went back to the house to copy books.

It's a happy moment here in the yard.

A small mountain god's temple a hundred miles away from Qihe City has jurisdiction over the territory. Because the money for incense is too much every year, the mountain god's residence, which cannot be called a mansion, is built like a fairyland mansion.

In the past two days, there have been a lot of distinguished guests in the house, and the little mountain god has been serving as a servant, serving tea and water, and serving the nobles diligently.

The first person to come here was a genuine mountain god, accompanied by two young female cultivators who were as beautiful as gods.

The master of Jinding Temple is Du Hanling, a famous Nascent Immortal. Jinding Temple is located in a beautiful place in the north of Tongyezhou.

A terrestrial god with such a big background, let alone such an unfashionable mountain temple, even His Majesty the Emperor of the Daquan Dynasty, may not be able to invite the old immortal master to visit.

At first, the mountain god was so frightened that the golden body of the temple was unstable. However, after receiving the edict issued by Du Hanling himself, he said that he was just using this place to entertain friends and would repay the favor afterwards. The mountain god immediately felt at ease. Old Immortal Du would not play tricks on him, who is as big as a sesame seed and a mung bean. He, a little mountain god, is not worthy of it.

Then came a noble official and several retinues, all accomplished qigong practitioners.

Then a young Taoist priest with a beautiful face climbed the mountain quietly, accompanied by a pair of master and apprentice. The old man was not high-level and was seriously injured. The disciple was a tall young man with a simple and honest appearance.

Finally, his immediate boss, the little mountain god, appeared late at night. He was the City God of the Chenghuang Pavilion in the state city. His official status was similar to that of the governor of the Yangjian. He was in charge of all the county God's temples, landscape gods, and civil and military affairs in a state. The two temples, however, are exceptions. They are directly under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Rites of a country. The two temples and the City God's Temple have never interfered with each other. As for which of the two temples has higher rank and more power, and who will take charge of the abbot's affairs in an emergency, each place has its own differences. Case.

Du Hanling is the master of Jinding Temple, Gao Shizhen is the Duke of Shen State in Daquan, and the City God is riding a crane in the city.

In addition, Shao Yuanran is both a disciple of Jinding Temple and a worshiper of Daquan Liu family.

It was a warm winter day and the scenery was pleasant. The four of them gathered at a viewing pavilion with exclusive views on the top of the mountain.

The mountain god stands far away, ready to take orders at any time.

Over there in the pavilion, they were chatting happily.

After Shen Guogong Gao Shizhen came down from the mountain, he returned to Mirage City, the capital of Daquan, no longer as gloomy and gloomy as when he came.

The City God quietly returned to the Chenghuang Pavilion, the tallest building in Qihe City, and stared at the post house with cold eyes and a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.

Du Hanling stayed on the mountain for one more day.

Before leaving, he once again summoned his disciple Baozhen Taoist Yin Miaofeng, who had no hope of becoming a golden elixir in this life, and his disciple Shao Yuanran. Both master and disciple were now in the Longmen realm, so they could not stay in Mirage City as first-class worshipers, but were stationed at the border. Monitoring the Yao family's cavalry for Daquan Liu family.

In addition to rewarding Shao Yuanran with a valuable treasure of the sect in advance, it also provided Shao Yuanran with the sect award in advance that he should have become the Queen of the Golden Pill.

Earth Immortal Du Hanling also told a secret story.

Shao Yuanran, who had a calm temperament, could not hide his overjoyed expression, and Yin Miaofeng even smiled from ear to ear. He stood up and respectfully thanked his master on behalf of his disciple.

Du Hanling encouraged Shao Yuanran with a few words, then traveled north against the wind and returned to Jinding Temple. Before leaving, he did not forget to give the mountain god a fine spiritual weapon of good quality.

The mountain god was naturally grateful. After the old immortal Du soared into the clouds and rode in the mist, he knelt on the top of the mountain and kowtowed, thanking him from afar.

In fact, this almost humble flattery of the mountain god may seem exaggerated, but in fact it is no wonder that the mountain god has no character. Obtaining the spiritual weapon is not the most important thing. From then on, he can climb to the Golden Summit Temple and get to know a Nascent Soul Earth Immortal who has never seen the beginning or end of the dragon. , this is the great blessing of this small temple of the mountain god.

From now on, I can only say that the golden pen evaluation of the City God of Qihe City can be bad?

Shao Yuanran, a young Taoist priest, took his masters and apprentices to the mountain and stayed there to recover from their injuries.

The old masters Yin Miaofeng and Shao Yuanran did not enter the city at the same time, but returned to the city posthouse one after another.

In a quiet house on the mountain, a tall young man who barged into a martial arts temple to borrow a sword had a complex look on his face. He was sitting on a splendid stool next to the hospital bed, with his hands clenched in fists, as if he was thinking about a problem that he couldn't figure out.

His master was lying on the bed, recuperating. Although he was seriously injured, fighting with others and slaying demons was a luxury for the time being, but walking on the ground was not difficult for a long time.

The old man's face was slightly pale, but he was in great spirits and his eyes were bright. He turned to stare at his only disciple, "It's one difficulty to get a good disciple, and it's another difficulty for the disciple to practice smoothly. It's not as easy as taking care of the children at home. I have no heirs. You are the only disciple, not to mention your talent is much better than mine. If I don’t plan the future for you, I, the master, will never rest in peace."

The old man smiled and said: "I have explained the truth and experience to you clearly before. As for how Master knew Jinding Temple and why you just met Shao Xiaozhen this time, don't ask any more questions. From today on, just practice diligently. , Immortal Du personally took action to help you break the bottleneck, and your boy was able to reach the fifth level. This kindness must be kept in your heart. To put it bluntly, the Golden Summit Temple is as big as an immortal cave, even if you sincerely want to Do you need to repay your kindness? However, you still have to have this heart, otherwise your qualifications to be a dog to Jinding Temple will be gone."

The tall young man's eyes were wet, he lowered his head and said: "This disciple has no future, and the master has been wronged."

The old man sighed, stretched out his finger, and tapped the elm knot, "You still haven't enlightened yourself at all, that's all. If not, I wouldn't accept you as my disciple alone. To be honest, Shao Xiaozhen is like this Even if I have seen a person with such amazing qualifications long ago, I may not dare to take him in. If a dragon encounters a changing situation, how can I, a sea-viewing realm monk, be able to control it."

After all, the tall young man is at an age when he is more focused on winning. "Master, I have some hope of reaching the Dragon Gate realm at a young age."

The old man laughed and scolded: "Idiot! When I go out to practice, the master is still injured, so I don't want to play the piano to a cow!"

The tall young man said oh, stood up, said goodbye and left.

When the young man walked to the door, the old monk comforted him softly: "On the road of spiritual practice, some grievances are inevitable. I am afraid that I will only be able to accumulate grievances for the rest of my life, so you must go higher and further than Master, so that you can let yourself go." Don’t suffer any more grievances. The mountain temple and viewing pavilion here are not too high, and walking from Tongyezhou to the Daquan Dynasty is not too far. In this world, the gods and men and strangers are only in higher places."

The tall young man turned his head, nodded and said, "I'll remember it."

The old monk smiled and said, "If possible, when your realm is high in the future, one day you can be on an equal footing with a figure like Immortal Du. At that time, remember to be kinder to the ordinary people at the foot of the mountain."

The young man who had always been depressed smiled brightly at this moment and nodded vigorously according to his heart.

The old man laughed and said: "What an idiot!"

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The day before leaving for Mirage City, someone came to visit Chen Pingan.

It was a young Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe and a hibiscus crown on his head. He was drinking a bowl of herbal tea in Chen Ping'an's house. He said that he was the closest to Qihe City, so he was lucky enough to receive the decree from the ancestor to give Chen Ping'an. Send me something.

The young Taoist priest who was born in Taiping Mountain carefully took out a jade tablet.

After placing the jade tablet on the table, he explained the origin of the jade tablet to Chen Ping'an. The young Taoist priest said bluntly: "The ancestor asked me to make it clear that Mr. Chen does not have to worry about Taipingshan tampering with the jade tablet. The whereabouts were leaked and came under the eyes of our Taiping Mountain. The jade plaque has been stripped of the mountain gate by the ancestor, and the young master is just an artifact with better material. Of course, it is of great significance to the outside world. So I hope that Mr. Chen can be able to do it before leaving Tongyezhou. For a little more trouble, hang it by your waist every day.”

Chen Ping'an stood up and thanked him. The Taipingshan Taoist priest quickly stood up and returned the courtesy, even saying he didn't dare.

Chen Pingan put away the jade token and immediately hung it at his waist, one on the left and one on the right of the sword-raising gourd.

Send the young Taoist priest who signed up his name and walked into the post house to the gate.

Taipingshan’s move was well-intentioned.

The jade plaque on Chen Pingan's waist, which is a direct disciple of the Taipingshan Patriarch Hall, has the words "Taipingshan Xiuzhen I" and "The Patriarch Hall continues the incense" engraved on the front and back.

The golden elixir and Nascent Soul Immortal Capital of Taiping Mountain may not be able to be hung.

Because it has nothing to do with cultivation and age.

There are only five or six people wearing this jade pendant in the entire Taiping Mountain. The oldest one is already three hundred years old. He is currently in charge of the Taoist book collection in Taiping Mountain, but he is only at the Dragon Gate level. The youngest is a Taoist boy who is only seven or eight years old and has great talent.

But the most famous one must be the female crowned Huang Ting who traveled down the mountain alone with a sword.

So from this moment on, Chen Pingan's amulet in Tongyezhou is the entire Taiping Mountain.

And the Patriarch of Taiping Mountain, Lao Tianjun, had just displayed an impressive magical power. He appeared in the world with a golden body, held a bright moon mirror, and controlled an immortal sword to kill enemies thousands of miles away.

At this moment, who dares to provoke the sharp-edged Taipingshan?

Chen Pingan was deeply moved and walked back to the yard.

Dressed in a white robe, with a jade hairpin in her bun, and a jade plaque hanging around her waist.

The post office staff saw Chen Ping'an on the road and thought he was a scholar.

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The Yao family team set off for Mirage City in the early morning of this day.

The closer we are to the famous ferry in Mirage City, which means that the time for Chen Ping'an and his team to say goodbye to the Yao family's team is coming soon.

One evening, the Yao family stayed at the last inn on their way north. The inn was unpretentious and a little shabby. It was very different from the inn in Qihe City that was surrounded by gardens.

Walking along the official road outside the post house for more than ten miles, there is Zhaoping Peak. Although it is not high, it is like a sharp sword unsheathed. It is very suitable for watching the sunrise and sunset. It is a scenic spot that attracts the attention of the capital. Dignitaries and princes often stay overnight at the mountaintop inn there, just to enjoy the amazing beauty of the sun rising over the East China Sea and reflecting on the mountains.

Yao Zhen insisted on dragging Chen Ping'an to Zhaoping Peak, and other than San Yao, he did not let any of the monks accompanying the army follow him.

In the end, only the old general and Sanyao, Chen Ping'an and Pei Qian went to Zhaoping Peak and stayed overnight in one of the inns on the top of the mountain.

Behind this inn is a viewing platform facing east on the cliff, which has the best view among the six inns in Zhaoping Peak.

The group brought the inn’s wine and late-night snacks and put them on the table, admiring the moon first and then the sunrise.

Young Yao Xianzhi was fooling around with Pei Qian, who was holding a hiking stick, and the two were busy "competing in martial arts."

The girl Yao Lingzhi walked alone to the cliffside railing and looked southward, seeming a little sad.

The old general vowed to stay up late until the sunrise, but after drinking two bottles of wine, he became drunk before Chen Pingan could drink down. Yao Jinzhi and Yao Lingzhi had to help their grandfather back to the inn.

Pei Qian and Yao Xianzhi are in good spirits and can definitely wait for the sunrise.

Chen Pingan sat alone at the table, took the hiking pole that Pei Qian had thrown aside, and drew circles on the dirt at his feet out of boredom.

A small circle, a big circle, a bigger circle, and a bigger circle.

Layer upon layer, all around.

Chen Pingan was immersed in it.

Yao Jinzhi was already standing behind Chen Pingan, looked at it for a long time, and asked, "Why don't you continue painting?"

Chen Ping'an put away his hiking stick, leaned against the stone table, and said with a smile, "I can only draw this far."

Yao Jinzhi sat down and poured herself a glass of wine. After entering the inn, she took off her curtain hat. When drinking, her face wrinkled. It seemed that the glass of wine was difficult to swallow. After drinking, she glanced at On the ground, he said: "It is difficult to continue painting. I guess even Confucian gentlemen cannot continue painting."

Chen Pingan shook his head and said nothing. He just looked at the cliffside railing. Yao Xianzhi and Pei Qian were one large and one small, sneaking around and seemed to be discussing something.

Yao Jinzhi asked with a smile: "Don't you ask me if I really understand what you drew, or am I pretending to understand?"

Chen Pingan said softly: "Miss Yao probably knows."

Yao Jinzhi hesitated for a moment, then poured herself a glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp. Her face turned crimson and became more dazzling. She said slowly: "The war between you and me, between families, and between countries. , between continents, between cultures, between the three religions, between hundreds of schools of knowledge. Between the world and the world, between the human race and the monster race! You Chen Pingan are thinking about the truth you know, this 'truth' How many circles can two words contain? Then you will go around and around on the outermost circle until you determine the boundary of the next circle, then cross over and continue walking! Only in this way will you be able to Take every step with a clear conscience. Although living in the world will be extremely tiring, your heart is not tired at all, so as long as you punch and sword, you can move forward indomitably. Only you, Chen Pingan, are qualified to say a word to the gentleman of the academy in the inn. , ask yourself!”

Chen Pingan turned his head, looked at the woman, nodded and said, "Miss Yao, you are one of the smartest people I have ever met."

This is the truth.

If there is no "one", it is bragging against one's will.

After all, not to mention other people, his "disciple" Cui Dongshan alone is not comparable to Yao Jinzhi today.

Yao Jinzhi must have had two glasses of wine, and she was already too drunk. There was something special about her words and look. She stared at Chen Ping'an and asked softly: "In the eyes of the young master, the only thing that comes close to me is intelligence." ?"

Chen Pingan was stunned for a moment and scratched his head, "Miss Yao, I have a girl I like."

Yao Jinzhi covered his mouth and smiled, but he was not annoyed at all. Instead, he asked: "Is she pretty?"

Chen Pingan suddenly became full of energy and said without hesitation: "All the beautiful mountains and beautiful waters in the world, put together, are not as beautiful as her!"

Yao Jinzhi seemed to have no grudges at all. He smiled and took a sip of wine. After sitting with Chen Pingan for a while, he chatted about the customs and customs of Mirage City before standing up to leave.

After turning around, this beautiful woman walked towards the inn, her eyes dark and unclear.

Chen Ping'an did not turn his head, and kept his elbows on the table, leaning forward and looking at the moonlight in the distance with a smile.

His eyes were gentle, as if he were looking at a girl, and he could no longer tolerate excess beauty in the world.

The girl he likes is both the cinnabar mole and the bright moonlight in his heart.