Sword of Coming

When strange phenomena occurred on the outer wall of the Lion Park.

Liu Boqi took the lead and climbed to the top of a pavilion, nodding slightly, with an unprecedented look of appreciation.

When you practice in the master's sword room of Xuanxuan Mountain, you can see more strange people and strange things than any other place in the world. Liu Boqi was the proud one who had high hopes from the Heavenly Monarch of the Upside Down Mountain, and she often followed her senior disciples out to sea to catch the tired old Jiao who returned from the rain. She naturally had high standards.

Zhu Lian stood on the railing where the beauty was leaning. Pei Qian stood on the railing and asked curiously: "Is that my master?"

Zhu Lian smiled and said: "Young master knows how to use talismans. I saw it with my own eyes during the battle on the mountain top of Daquan border. Three cavalry circling talismans were formed into a set of three-talent talismans. They were so powerful that they trapped the buried river. Great demon. I never thought that the young master could draw talismans by himself. He is quite accomplished and courageous..."

Pei Qian said angrily: "What can't my master do? What's so strange!"

Zhu Lian teased: "Then why were your eyes as wide as dustpans just now and your mouth wide open with a bloody smile?"

Pei Qian put on a straight face and stopped talking nonsense with the old cook. He raised his head, glanced at the eaves above his head, and then looked at the ground outside the railing. He took a deep breath, jumped hard, jumped high, grabbed the eaves with both hands, and wanted to She rolled over and rolled towards the roof, only to fall down with the tiles. Zhu Lian was about to reach out and grab the daredevil's back collar, trying to drag her back to the corridor, but Zhu Lian suddenly changed his mind and let Pei Qian fall to the corridor. In the yard, as she fell, her head went blank. Just relying on instinct, a fire dragon's energy surged through her body. She instantly curled up into an ape shape that was somewhat similar to Zhu Lian's when he raised his fist, and then she lifted off the ground a moment later. When he reached a height of ten feet, his hands and feet suddenly stretched out, like a little wild cat landing lightly.

Zhu Lian lay on the railing and tutted: "This heroine can also fly over walls and fly over walls. She has great light skills."

Pei Qian sat down on the ground, her face turning pale with fright. After coming back to his senses, he yelled at Zhu Lian who saw that the man was struggling to carry the load: "Old cook, why don't you save me?! What if I fall half to death, am missing arms and legs, and my master dislikes me? I I'm just a drag to begin with. I walk slowly and will always slow down the master. If the master is unhappy, he will simply stop me..."

When Pei Qian thought of that tragic scene, he started to cry.

The howling was so loud that Zhu Lian's ears were not clean. Even the maid Zhao Ya hurriedly ran outside the house and saw Pei Qian sitting on the ground. Zhao Ya had been whispering with the young lady just now. Now her face was full of confusion. She didn't know this strange spirit. Why is the little girl sitting in the yard?

Zhu Lian pretended to be panicked, "Go upstairs quickly, there is a monster."

Without saying a word, Pei Qian stood up quickly, stopped wailing, ran up the steps of the embroidered building, rushed into the unsecured boudoir door, turned around and closed it tightly, picked up the hiking stick, and ran to Zhu Lian's side with all his strength. Looking around, wiping away tears, he reached out and patted the yellow paper talisman on his forehead, asking: "Where is it?"

Zhu Lian suppressed his laughter and said casually: "You are lucky. It seems that the monster left after seeing that Xiu Lou could not be attacked by force."

Pei Qian wiped away the tears and sweat on her face. She was so scared that she didn't pay much attention to Zhu Lian's narrowed expression from the beginning to the end. She still kept her eyes wide open, carefully looking for traces of the monster, and said seriously: " Zhu Lian, if the monster comes to Xiu Lou again next time, you must protect Miss Liu and Sister Ya'er. Otherwise, when master comes back and sees them, the monster has kidnapped them. Even if master doesn't scold me, he must be sure in his heart. Will be angry with me."

Zhao Ya turned her head, covered her mouth and snickered.

Zhu Lian smiled and said, "Aren't you worried about your own safety?"

Pei Qian took out another talisman, put it on his forehead, and tightened his hiking stick in his hand, "Master asked me to protect myself, and I must do it!"

Zhu Lian clenched his fist with one hand behind his back, and put his other hand in front of his abdomen. He showed his master's style invisibly, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, your master also said that you want me to protect you."

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Upstairs in the library.

The lonely young master smiled and said: "That sneaky monster will probably be locked up and beaten."

Meng Long asked: "Can you really trap the entire Lion Garden?"

Mr. Dugu explained: "It may not be able to withstand the collision of that monster several times, but as long as it appears in its true form, that's when the female crown will kill it with her sword."

Menglong asked again, "But the monster is determined to hide and not come out?"

Mr. Dugu pointed at the spiritual phenomenon on the edge of the Lion Garden. Ordinary people may not be able to see anything in the Lion Garden, but in the eyes of experts, the golden light flowing like a stream and surrounding the mountain, "This hand does not know The famous talisman is formed into a formation, and the spiritual energy is transformed into liquid. The beauty is not only the word "confinment", but if nothing unexpected happens, it will also involve the mountain roots and water veins of this place. In addition, now that the land has been freed from the trap, searching for the hiding place of the monster can be even more Simple. Furthermore, since this young immortal master can draw such a large set of talismans, he will continue to draw circles in the Lion Garden and draw talisman on some central locations where wind and water are hidden. Even if the monster is not suffocated to death, it will be disgusted to death, just like a person in boiling water, which is very uncomfortable."

Meng Long said disapprovingly: "It took so many talismans to create these movements. It's not that powerful. The young master's master can drop purple smoke with just one talisman and surround a city with hundreds of thousands of people. Otherwise, Grabbing the black cloud and transforming it into a snake, I directly suppressed and killed a golden elixir demon..."

Young Master Dugu said helplessly: "I'm talking about how good that young man is, and you're talking about how powerful my master is. The two have nothing to do with each other. You, don't always look down on Qi practitioners and pure martial artists other than Young Master."

Menglong said straightforwardly: "I just can't see anyone else being able to compare with Young Master. If the young man surnamed Chen is a woman, even if he is a swordsman, will Young Master be jealous of this slave?"

Mr. Dugu smiled and asked, "What if I am a young female swordsman who is also prettier than you?"

Menglong lay on the railing, "That slave is so jealous that she wants to kill someone."

Mr. Dugu smiled and said: "The belly of a rat is like the intestines of a chicken, and you have many desires and a narrow heart. You should take this as a warning."

Meng Long looked into the distance and said softly: "We sword cultivators are just walking the most dangerous path. As long as the flying sword can pass it, it will be fine."

Mr. Dugu shook his head and said: "That's because you haven't gone high enough or far enough, but it doesn't matter. You are talented enough. You can just slowly climb up the sword path. Even my parents think highly of you and think you are an excellent innate swordsman." Otherwise, I wouldn’t have rewarded you with the Night-Wandering God.”

Menglong suddenly felt that his young master seemed to have something on his mind, and he held it back without saying it, so he turned his head and pressed his cheek against the railing.

Mr. Dugu was silent for a moment and said with a smile: "Are you the roundworm in my belly? Well, let me tell you an interesting story. Back then, my parents accompanied that man to Fenglei Garden to visit Li Tuanjing, and they were able to Watching the third fight between Nascent Soul Sword Cultivators. Of course we lost, but Li Tuanjing made tea for guests afterwards and said something very strange. The No. 1 Nascent Soul of Aquarius Continent said with a smile The Qi practitioner looked down at the world with his dog-like face and looked down on the people in the mountains. He just happened to take a Yangguan road. If the earliest rules were not related to 'cultivating spiritual energy', it was about whoever had the greatest ability to grow crops in the world. The one who is the most 'compliant', or whoever is the best at mending shoes, will be 'uniquely blessed'. Then look at what the situation of those high-ranking gods will be like now."

Meng Long said softly: "Li Tuanjing from Fengleiyuan is really a weirdo who likes to say weird things and do weird things."

Mr. Dugu hummed, "Li Tuanjing is a real person in this world. But after his death, Fenglei Garden, even with the Yellow River and Liu Ba Bridge, still can't suppress the sword energy of Zhengyang Mountain."

Meng Long suddenly remembered something, "What happened to Liu Baqiao and Su Jia? Are they as happy as in the novel, where lovers finally get married?"

Mr. Dugu thought for a while, "Even if the love story between these two people is really a novel about the full moon, we are probably only halfway through the book now."

Menglong suddenly lowered his voice and whispered: "Sir, is it true that the novelist gathered in that blessed land of white paper, and how the people in the blessed land did what they wrote in the book? The mistress also said that this family of sages among hundreds of scholars, But it’s amazing. Those with high levels of cultivation can write about the state of affairs in a country. Those with lower levels of cultivation can write about a state or a place. The children of novelists with the lowest level of cultivation can only write about one person’s life, old age, illness and death. The last novelist The more characters we write, the more the territory of that blessed land becomes larger and larger."

Mr. Dugu smiled and said, "There are all kinds of wonders in the world. Who knows whether they are true or false."

Menglong asked: "Sir, one day we all become earthly immortals, let's go and see if it's true or not?"

Mr. Dugu held the back of his head with both hands, narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Okay."

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In Liu Qingshan's study, the young man in black robe looked panicked.

How could that damn young man with a sword on his back be proficient in the art of talismans and carry so many good-quality talismans with him? !

Are you determined to fight it till death? Aren't you afraid that in the end, both sides will be deadlocked? No one can get even the slightest benefit from it? What are you, a foreigner named Chen, trying to do? This hunting treasure on the table was only useful because the old pervert Fulong took it! With so many talismans smashed down, do you really think that you are a descendant of the Liu family, the God of Wealth in Aaizhou?

It is like an ant on a hot pot, wandering around the study.

Crazy, all crazy.

It’s just a bully god and a bullshit master swordsman, and then there comes up a gentleman who shows kindness without repaying it. Two guys who can’t fight with each other actually know how to join forces to trap it, and one of them is going around on the outside. The wall ghost draws talismans, one in the garden to divert attention and disturb its sight.

Could it be that if I follow the general trend and plot the Lion Garden this time, I will fall short? When he thought of the old pervert with the hooked nose and the powerful old man with Down's syndrome, he felt a little weak.

I almost had a thought in my mind to make my true body appear in the world. No matter whether I smashed the wall or not, as long as I left the Lion Garden, the sky would be high and the birds would fly. A gifted earth escape technique, and the garden was surrounded on all sides. This is an excellent area of ​​the mountain. Unless the Nascent Soul Earth Immortal comes to search for it in person and has earth-shattering strength and can split the green mountains on all sides at will, it will not be afraid of anyone.

But it quickly and silently warned itself to stay calm in the face of danger. The Lion Park has temporarily become a cage.

It smiled and came up with an idea, "Then let Mr. Qing test the reality of you guys first."

On the outermost wall of the Lion Garden, Chen Ping'an was hesitating whether to let Shi Rou go to the Liu family to ask for the silver ingots from Qingluan State Officials. They could also be used to draw talismans, but the material of silver books was far inferior to those made by grinding gold ingots. The golden book has advantages and disadvantages. The disadvantage is that the effect is not good and the power of the talisman is reduced. The advantage is that Chen Pingan can draw the talisman easily and does not have to work so hard. To be honest, in this loss-making transaction, in addition to the yellow paper talismans that he had accumulated for a long time, he also squandered most of the golden wine in the robes that had not yet had time to temper the spiritual energy.

But these inside stories are not enough to explain to outsiders.

Try to think of the best.

For example, if it was such a grand event that he really painted the Fuman Lion Garden for him, it would be worthy of a good talk with Zhang Shanfeng and Xu Yuanxia in the future... with wine and food.

Just when Chen Pingan made up his mind, he squinted his eyes.

I saw nearly a hundred young men in black robes appearing in the vast Lion Garden almost at the same time. They began to run wildly in the corridors and roads, or jumped up to the ridge of the roof and touched the water like a dragonfly.

They all fled outside the Lion Park.

It is very possible that one of the handsome young men is the true form of the monster.

Once it escapes from the Lion Park and sneaks back next time, Chen Pingan will really have nothing to do with it.

Chen Ping'an knew that the weight of the talisman he drew was barely enough to be considered powerful, but it was not long enough and the spiritual energy dissipated very quickly. This was the most fatal flaw in Wu Fu's talisman painting.

Chen Ping'an said decisively: "I'll stay here, you go and guard the wall on the right. It's not difficult to break the illusion of the fox demon. If you find the true body, you only need to delay it for a moment. The demon-binding rope I lent you …”

Shi Rou thought that Chen Pingan was going to retrieve the magic weapon, so he handed over the golden rope with a calm expression. Chen Pingan laughed angrily and said, "I want you to use it well, and hurry up and guard it over there!"

Shi Rou was slightly surprised, holding this extremely high-quality demon-binding rope, and swept away.

Chen Ping'an patted the sword-raising gourd and said silently in his heart: "Don't rush out now. You are my trump card. I'm sure the monster's true form has broken through in this direction. It won't be too late for you to come out."

Over there in the library, the maid Meng Long was eager to try, with hot eyes, "Whether it's a trick or not, Master, let me take action, right? It's suffocating to stay in this lion garden."

Mr. Dugu reminded: "There are many people in Qingluan Kingdom watching the Lion Garden now, so you are not allowed to use your natal flying sword. I don't want to cause a lot of trouble. Also, don't step on too many things in the Lion Garden." architecture."

The maid was a little disappointed, but it was better than being stuck in place and being a wooden figure. She tapped her toes on the ground and floated to the railing to stand. She muttered something in her mouth. She made kneading with one hand and stretched forward with the other. There were dots of golden light in her beautiful eyes, and finally she said softly. shouted: "Come out!"

A three-foot-tall golden-armored god suddenly fell to the ground with dust flying into the air.

In addition to his majestic figure, this god-man has a tall body wrapped with five colorful ribbons that gather spiritual energy. He wears a crown on his head. The golden armor of one arm is filled with miasma. The golden armor of the other arm is engraved with ferocious patterns of various ghostly faces.

It’s just that the gods always close their eyes.

It seems to have been ordered by Meng Long.

Every time this rare night wandering god walked forward, even though his eyes were closed, he could still deliberately avoid the various buildings in the Lion Park. As he walked, the ground shook.

With one kick, a young man in black robe who couldn't avoid it was kicked to pieces.

The five colored ribbons tempered by the immortal master were like five dragons leaving the dragon pond. They were no more than two feet long, but they swam swiftly and fiercely, easily piercing the bodies of those handsome young men.

The Night Traveler swept his arms and slapped an illusion of a monster flying over the roof to death.

Menglong changed his position, sat on the railing, and said disdainfully: "So vulnerable?"

Young Master Lonely explained: "The monster has dispersed some of its divine will, so it is quite good to have such a straightened figure."

Probably because they had seen with their own eyes the scene of the night wandering gods crushing the fox monsters. The outcome was very different and the danger should not be great. Therefore, the two masters and disciples, as well as the Taoist monks, who were climbing high and looking far away in other parts of the Lion Garden, intentionally or unintentionally, Just a beat slower than the library, everyone began to show off their magical powers and slay demons.

The fiery red civet on the old man's shoulder leapt into the air, its body trembled, and suddenly grew in size. When it landed on the ridge of a roof, it was already a fire civet as huge as an ox, with flames floating all over its body.

The tall boy waved his arm, and the snake wrapped around his arm, as green as a bamboo leaf, also swooped away and turned into a giant snake two feet long.

Each one of them killed the young men in black robes who were running wildly outside the Lion Park.

The pair of Taoist monks walked together and chose a place near a garden. One of them unsheathed the long sword behind his back, like a swordsman wielding a sword to kill the enemy. The other made a seal with both hands, stepped on the Gangstep, opened his mouth and spat out, A mouthful of rich spiritual energy surged out and dispersed into the garden, like mist covering the flowers, plants and trees. In the blink of an eye, in the garden, various ghost figures with arm height suddenly appeared. After catching up with the young man in black robe, those ghost figures Then it exploded into pieces.

Chen Ping'an and Shi Rou each occupy one side of the library. Together with the master, apprentice and Taoist monks, there are four people in total, guarding the west of the Lion Garden.

Chen Ping'an stood on the wall and punched, but Shi Rou blocked it with a golden dragon whisker tied with a demon rope.

However, there were too many monster illusions. There were still nearly forty young men in black robes on all sides of the outer wall of the Lion Garden, constantly crashing into the wall with golden talismans and dragons swimming around on the outer wall.

The Dugu Master in the library did not allow Meng Long to use his natal flying sword, but he himself stood by and watched.

Therefore, there were many fish that slipped through the net, but even so, the night wandering god was so intimidating that many monster illusions that originally ran towards the high wall of the library temporarily changed their escape routes.

On the contrary, this direction of the library has the least chance of hitting the wall.

Although the west side is "strong in numbers" and has four monks stationed there, it is the dangerous area where most people run into walls.

Shi Rou, on the other hand, was a little confused. After all, she was not the kind of ghost who was good at fighting. How could she dare to use the pressure box bottom given by Cui Dongshan now, so nearly ten young men in black robes were knocked against the wall, and then were The long river of golden light on the outer wall melted, and some illusions that luckily broke away continued to collide with each other, as if they were dead.

Fortunately, Shi Rou's response was not too flawless.

Chen Pingan's punch seemed unpleasant, but he was able to block it with ease.

He walked back and forth on the wall with six steps, his sleeves turned over, and his fists were powerful.

It's just that the golden dragon with the snow-white wall as its river has dimmed a bit, and countless holes and "little doors" have been knocked out of the surrounding walls.

Chen Ping'an seemed to be dealing with these dazzled young men in black robes again after drawing a talisman. After a breath of pure energy, he had to stop and take a breath.

At this moment.

It was as if a turtle turned over over there at Liu's Ancestral Hall, and then there were earthquakes and rumbling sounds in all directions.

The commotion was most intense in the west.

Menglong stood up suddenly, made a hand with his hands, closed his eyes, and used his secret technique to leave his body and attach himself to the night wandering god. The golden-armored god opened his eyes, bent his knees slightly, and stood up from the ground. A big pit appeared under his feet. The three-foot-tall Night Walker flew towards the west.

Ye Youshen stepped on the high-walled garden to the west with his feet, sinking deeply into the ground. Then he squatted down, raised his arm, and punched the ground hard, causing the soil to splash.

A small mountain root under the lion garden was abruptly broken.

Mr. Dugu hesitated for a moment, but still did not take action.

I saw a handsome young man five or six feet tall near the library, floating out of the ground, almost as high as the monster climbing up the library, rushing towards the wall over there.

The golden dragon that circled the wall was like a stumbling rope for the black-robed boy. It showed its true form and roared as it continued to stride forward, so that the golden light of other talismans was dragged in its direction.

It had broken open the wall, but there was still a golden talisman rope stuck to its knees.

It raised its foot high, but still couldn't break free of the obstructive rope, so it simply continued to run forward.

The golden dragon that was originally connected from end to end suddenly broke, and was pulled forward by the black-robed demon who showed his golden body, and swayed on the ground.

It's like a big fish that hasn't been unhooked, but its strength is so great that even the fishing line and fishing rod have to be dragged away.

Chen Ping'an stretched out his hand to press the opening of the sword-raising gourd and thought: "Something's wrong, wait a little longer."

A slender figure always stood on the top of the pavilion. The white rainbow hung in the air. The pavilion collapsed under his feet and was chopped down with a knife.

Liu Boqi, who finally took action, was already taller than the library, and cut the golden body of the Dharma into two halves with one strike.

She didn't even look at the real pale golden body, and sneered: "Go!"

I saw a knife-wielding man floating out from her back. He was as tall as an ordinary person. His body was like mercury thunder. He was holding a slender black knife that was actually longer than a human being.

Gone in a flash.

The next moment, he stabbed the tip of his long knife into a small door of a hole in the wall and stood still.

Shi Rou swallowed and looked down.

I saw a palm-sized, snow-white, squirming monster stabbed at the tip of the knife.

Liu Boqi swept under the high wall near Shirou and walked towards the sword-wielding god. The two overlapped again, becoming Liu Boqi alone.

But the extremely long knife was still there, still and hovering in the air. Liu Boqi walked to the tip of the knife and said with a smile: "I caught you."

She did not immediately put the treasure demon into her pocket, but turned to look at the high wall in the distance. The young man in white had already left the sword gourd in his hand, and asked: "What should I say? There are many of you, do you want to fight for it?" A fight?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Don't act like a good boy when you get an advantage."

Liu Boqi said "understanding": "You have actually done a lot to catch this guy. I don't deny it, but I don't have the habit of dividing treasures with others, so I'm afraid you won't be happy. It's better for us to have a fight." , to decide the ownership of this little thing. I can promise not to kill anyone, and if you are convinced afterwards, you may be secretly glad that you can survive, which is already a good result."

Chen Ping'an walked along the wall towards the female crown master swordsman.

Zhu Lian rushed out of the embroidery building and stood on the eaves of a roof near Liu Boqi, exactly the same as the first time Nu Guan appeared in their small courtyard.

Shi Rou took a few steps, stopped in the air, and gave way to Chen Pingan. She waited until Chen Pingan passed by before she followed him.

Chen Pingan waved his hand to Zhu Lian first.

Liu Boqi also came to the wall and walked towards Chen Pingan.

Liu Boqi left the "Jiazuo" that was his destiny in the same place, only holding the unsheathed saber, the Deer God.

She looked strangely and asked, "It's just you?"

Chen Ping'an reached around and continued to move forward, already holding the hilt of the "Sword Immortal".

A master swordsman's female crown.

A pure martial artist who carries a handful of semi-immortal weapons on his back.

The two were no more than fifty steps apart.

Liu Boqi suddenly turned his head and looked at the top of a green mountain.

Chen Pingan turned his head almost at the same time and saw an old man disappearing over there.

Liu Boqi looked away, and out of the corner of his eye he saw the Liu clan members running towards them in the distance, including a poor scholar who was limping.

Liu Boqi sheathed his sword and said, "Hua Bao Yao, I am seven and you are three."

Seeing Chen Ping'an puzzled.

She was a little annoyed, "Why, you don't want it?!"

Chen Ping'an remembered what she had just seen, and with a sudden thought, he let go of the hilt of the sword, put one hand behind his back, and rubbed the sword gourd with the other, and said with a smile: "50-50 split, I will agree."

Liu Boqi narrowed his eyes and said, "Don't push yourself too far. It's a good habit to stop when you're good."

Shi Rou sighed, with a look of regret on her face, as if she was trying to persuade Chen Pingan, but also as if she was afraid that Chen Pingan and Liu Boqi would fight, and said softly: "Master, why don't you forget it, after all, the master is not just a mountain man, he wants a good reputation." Not bad, just let the immortal get a big advantage, the matter is over, the young master will still stay in Qingluan Kingdom, watch the debate on Buddhism and Taoism, and visit old friends, reputation and reputation, for those scholars who want to save face, it is very important."

Chen Pingan put his hands behind his back and raised his thumbs to Shi Rou.

Liu Boqi glanced at Shi Rou, "You're a ghost girl, hiding in the skin of a rotten old man. Don't you find it disgusting?"

Shi Rou smiled and said nothing.

Liu's group is getting closer and closer.

Liu Boqi stretched out his hand to grab it, and she grasped the magic sword of his life. Then he took out a very small hand-twisted gourd from his sleeve, put the slug into the small yellow-skinned gourd, lowered his voice, and said angrily to Chen Pingan: "Go back and divide the spoils."

Chen Pingan smiled and nodded, "Okay."

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The whole family of Old Minister Liu was naturally very grateful to everyone for joining forces to subdue the demon. They were especially grateful to Liu Boqi and Chen Ping'an.

The lame Liu Qingshan, with red eyes, found an opportunity alone to bow to the middle-aged female champion first, followed by Chen Pingan and the others.

Liu Boqi pursed his lips and said nothing.

The Lion Garden held a dust-free celebration banquet in the evening. Liu Boqi remained expressionless and only occasionally picked up a few chopsticks. But even though she felt it was boring and a waste of time, she still sat through the banquet.

The next day, Liu Qingshan didn't know what happened, but he stood side by side with Liu Boqi and invited Chen Pingan to go to the Lion Garden to enjoy the scenery.

Chen Pingan declined to no avail, so he had to go for a walk with them.

On the way, Liu Boqi glanced at Chen Pingan coldly.

Chen Pingan turned a blind eye.

The sun was just right today. After getting Chen Ping'an's permission, Pei Qian volunteered to dry up books and bamboo slips in an open space in the Lion Garden alone.

After finishing his work, Pei Qian squatted on the ground, satisfied.

Two people came from a distance, and Pei Qian knew their identities. The old master's name was Fu Sheng, and the middle-aged Confucian scholar's surname was Liu, who was the teacher of the Lion Garden School.

So Pei Qian didn't stop them from approaching.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar stopped in the distance.

Only the old gentleman walked up to Pei Qian and asked with a smile: "Little girl, can I take a look at the text on the bamboo slips?"

Pei Qian stood up and bowed politely. After calling Mr. Fu, he thought for a moment, squatted back on the ground and waved his hand, "Look. It's not a shameful thing. Well, it's my master's book. I painstakingly copied it from the Internet, or I traveled far and wide to listen to what others said.”

Just like Zhu Lian's recent casual remark about the sufferings of life, which can best teach people how to behave.

It was also engraved word by word on the bamboo slip for Chen Pingan, but Pei Qian disliked this bamboo slip the most, so he placed it in the outermost place, lonely.

Anyway, she felt that this bamboo slip was not as good as all the master's other bamboo slips.

Pei Qian raised his head and said meticulously: "Old sir, I agreed in advance that I will show you these treasures collected by my master. If my master is angry, you have to bear them. You don't know that my master is very fond of you." I'm too strict. Oh, what's the solution? Master likes me, copying books, walking around, forget it, old sir, you probably don't understand these things. The old master who is doing learning in the study probably doesn't even know. A steamed bun sells for a few cents."

Pei Qian solemnly reminded him again: "Old sir, can't you let my kindness go unrewarded? Is it a hit or not?"

The old man in green shirt showed his face and said with a smile: "Win!"

So the younger one squatted down, and the older one also squatted down, browsing the bamboo slips one by one, picking them up gently, and putting them down carefully.

This made Pei Qian relieved.

After reading about half of the bamboo slips one by one, the old man asked with a smile: "A big fist is the greatest truth in the world. Little girl, do you believe this rhetoric?"

Pei Qian said without hesitation: "Believe it, otherwise I am so young, why would I be walking around and practicing boxing and practicing swordsmanship and swordsmanship every day? The world is very dangerous, and there are many bad guys."

Pei Qian wanted to say a few words about her lofty ambitions, but she suddenly thought of what Lao Wei said, saying that it is taboo in the world to talk deeply about things, so she refrained from saying them, and kept these heartfelt words. Just keep it to yourself. Master alone can know.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar in the distance frowned habitually.

The old man laughed heartily.

Pei Qian didn't know what was so funny about this, so he went to turn over some nearby bamboo slips to bask in the sun. While working hard, he said casually: "But master taught me that to make this truth clear, I have to talk about the order. The order is wrong." No, it is to be reasonable first, and then your fists become bigger. It is easier to reason with unreasonable people. It does not mean that you should only talk about whether your fists are hard or not, and then start cracking. You forget to be cautious in independence, restrain yourself and return to propriety, ask yourself, etc. Yes, alas, Master said that I am young, so I just need to remember these things. Whether I understand or not, they are all waiting for me in the book."

Pei Qian finally concluded, "So what the old gentleman said has some truth, but it's just incomplete."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar's expression improved slightly.

The old man didn't laugh at Pei Qian, nor did he say anything.

Pei Qian's eyes sparkled, "Old sir, my master, is he very learned?"

The old man replied: "You can't tell whether your master's knowledge is great or not based on these few words of your master, but at least... it's right, well, it's correct. It sounds simple, but it's actually quite difficult. Practice this principle ,Harder."

Pei Qian raised his eyebrows and angrily stopped the old man from reading the bamboo slips. He crossed his arms and said, "Old sir, please stop reading the bamboo slips."

The old man smiled and said, "Hey, little girl is quite vindictive."

Pei Qian nodded and said: "Respect the old and love the young. Mr. you are older and I am younger. We are even. Mr. don't want to rely on your old age with a little girl."

The old man could only say: "Your master's teachings are right. What's even more valuable is that he can still keep your spiritual energy. Your master is very powerful."

Pei Qian laughed happily at first, then shook his head and said: "The old gentleman said this, do you want to see more bamboo slips? Okay, okay, look at it, I'm afraid of you old masters, one set after another, oh, Worrying people."

As a result, even the middle-aged Confucian scholar smiled a little.

The most holy master once compiled a book, the purpose of which was nothing more than three words: thinking without evil.

As a result, a great sage in later generations, in order to maintain the moral integrity of the sage teacher, could not delete some pages without authorization, so it was very difficult to annotate and exegesis.

This made Mr. Fu laugh out loud.

This middle-aged Confucian scholar believed deeply.

It seems that all three religions and hundreds of schools of thought, emperors, generals, and the entire world have this problem.

However, the middle-aged Confucian scholar felt that Mr. Fu today was a little strange, and he actually laughed again.

After staying in the Lion Park for so long, I have never smiled.

After rummaging through the bamboo slips, the old man stood up and looked at the little black girl who was still working hard to turn over the bamboo slips. He wanted to help. Pei Qian quickly waved his hand, wiped the sweat on his forehead with his arm, and said with a smile: "I But I'm very old, sir, I don't need your help, otherwise master will see me and pull my ears."

The old gentleman smiled and said goodbye. He also stretched out his hand and pressed twice, indicating that Pei Qian did not need to stand up and bow to him. This was considered child-friendly.

The two masters walked side by side on the tree-lined path.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar hesitated to speak.

The old man named Fu Sheng smiled calmly and said: "No surprise, that young man is the close disciple of the old scholar."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked complicated.

Fu Sheng sighed: "Let's just leave it alone."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar nodded and asked: "Then when will Sir accept Liu Qingshan as his disciple? I think Liu Qingshan has passed the test."

Fu Sheng shook his head and said, "It's still early. After reading thousands of books in the study, I understand some of the principles, but how to do it? Liu Qingshan still needs to travel thousands of miles to see more people and things."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar asked: "Sir, are you planning to take Liu Qingshan back to the Middle-earth Divine Continent? And then hand over to Liu Qingshan the copies of the sages' classics that you saved with all your strength back then?"

Fu Sheng thought for a while, "I don't necessarily travel with this child. It would be too conspicuous, and it may not be a good thing."

This old gentleman who was once known as "renewing the incense for Confucianism in the world" suddenly smiled and said: "Although the old scholar has a different cultural background from ours, we have to admit that his vision in selecting disciples has ranged from Cui Chan to From left to right, and then to Qi Jingchun...it goes up and up."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar shook his head and said: "That young man, at least for the time being, cannot be praised as Mr. Fu."

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The lame Liu Qingshan took Chen Pingan and Liu Boqi to his study to sit.

Liu Boqi saw the small wooden box at a glance. It contained a hunting treasure of the last emperor of the great dynasty. In the hands of a wrong Qi practitioner with low vision, it was just a small gold nugget. He had to sell a few pieces. Xiaoshu money.

And of course she is among the monks who are on the wrong track.

She had some ideas.

Afterwards, Master Dugu and his maid Menglong were the first to leave the Lion Garden, taking only the two earthly antiques with them.

The pair of master and apprentice monks who continued to walk with them returned home with a pile of fairy money that Liu didn't know where they came from.

After that, the pair of Taoist monks left, and they also gained a lot. The money in their pockets was Xiaoshu money, which was far more than expected, and they were very happy.

Chen Pingan wanted to leave a long time ago, but Liu Qingshan kept trying to persuade him to stay. He stayed for three more days and visited the Lion Park.

In fact, Liu Qingshan occasionally looked sad, so he had to drink with Chen Pingan every time.

Chen Pingan knew that it was the housework of that embroidered building, but Chen Pingan would not interfere with it.

In the past few days, Liu Boqi went to the small courtyard to find Chen Pingan twice. Once, he told Chen Pingan that she beat the willow tree lady half to death and she should be very honest in the next hundred years.

One time was to share the stolen goods with Chen Pingan.

The transformed treasure demon cannot use the Dharma Sword to divide the beast into two. In fact, any earthly immortal transformed treasure demon in the world can achieve great success as long as it can be raised and trained properly.

Of course, it costs immortal money and opportunity, but killing it to get the treasure is also a huge fortune.

So Liu Boqi converted it into a sum of Guyu money and regarded it as a reward for Chen Ping'an.

After Liu Boqi left, Chen Pingan and Pei Qian, master and apprentice, faced the hill on the table. Pei Qian smiled brightly. Chen Pingan also smiled and touched Pei Qian's head, "Then I won't pull your ears." ”

Pei Qian was confused, "What?"

Chen Ping'an bent over the table without giving an answer, looking at the hill of Guyu money.

Pei Qian crossed his arms across his chest, straightened his waist, and asked happily, without thinking about those words, "Master, am I not going to lose money this time?"

Chen Pingan sat up, smiled and stretched out his hands to round and flatten Pei Qian's cheeks.

Zhu Lian sat at the door and turned over the book. He was so focused that he couldn't bear to turn the pages when he saw the wonderful points.

I miss that senior Xun a little bit.

Shi Rou glanced at Zhu Lian's book and almost lost her temper.

On the last day in the Lion Park, when Chen Pingan and his party were about to leave for the capital, Liu Boqi came alone at dawn and handed Chen Pingan the hunting treasure he took out of the wooden box. His expression said: "This is what Old Minister Liu promised at the earliest, and it's yours. You will be extremely outstanding when you use it to refine the natal objects. Because in this small gold nugget, in addition to the cultural fortune of a secular dynasty, resting in the Lion Garden After being left for hundreds of years, it also contains the Liu family's literary fortune. I have no use for it, but once you Chen Ping'an successfully refine it, it will be a miraculous effect for a half-hearted scholar like you. The most important thing is this thing, even if you already have the Five Elements It can also be used to refine and dissolve gold's natal objects, and it can even help your original natal objects improve by a higher rank. Naturally, you can get twice the result with half the effort in your future cultivation."

Chen Pingan took the small hunting treasure, looked at it, handed it back to Liu Boqi, and whispered: "Help me secretly put it back in Liu Qingshan's study, remember not to make it too conspicuous."

Liu Boqi frowned and said: "No? Do you think I am lying to you, that this hunting treasure is not worthy of its name?"

Chen Pingan was too lazy to explain to her.

Calling to Pei Qian, who had already slung his package across his body and held a hiking pole, he left the yard and followed the quiet path outside the Lion Garden.

Liu Boqi stayed in the yard and suddenly smiled.

If Chen Pingan dares to accept it.

She was about to kill someone with a knife.

So why did Chen Pingan reject this just and right gift?

Are you aware of her motives and afraid to accept her, or are you really just unwilling to accept her?

Liu Boqi didn't think deeply. Since the hunting treasure was left behind, Chen Pingan's thoughts had nothing to do with her.

Pei Qian jumped up and followed Chen Pingan, who was walking six steps, and asked curiously: "Master, why don't you want that piece of gold? It looks very pleasing to the eye? And the female crown also said so many benefits."

Chen Ping'an punched and walked away while smiling: "The Liu family's literary fortune is tied to it. If we take it away, what will Liu Qingshan do? He also gave you a book."

Pei Qian thought for a while, nodded and said, "That's right. The lame uncle is already so pitiful, so let him keep it."

Then Pei Qian followed Chen Ping'an to walk the pile.

Pei Qian suddenly smiled and said: "Master, isn't this called a gentleman who doesn't take away what others like?"

Chen Pingan kept punching, walked slowly, shook his head and said: "I am still far from a true gentleman."

"How far is it? Is it that far from the Lion Park to our place?"

"It's probably farther than the Lotus Flower Blessed Land to the Lion Park."

"so far?!"

"No."

"Master, no matter how far you are, you can still walk, right?"

"That's right. The premise is that you don't go the wrong way."

Pei Qian suddenly stopped and stood still for a while. When Zhu Lian and Shi Rou passed each other and walked forward, she quietly reached behind her buttocks, made a fist with her palms, ran to Zhu Lian, and asked with a smile: " Do you want to know what I’m hiding in my hand?”

Zhu Lian said with a dark face: "Get out of here."

Pei Qian reached out to Shi Rou and said, "Sister Shi Rou, can you guess? If you guess it right, I will give it to you."

Shirou rolled her eyes.

Chen Pingan was secretly having fun at first, but when he saw Pei Qian looking at him with a smile, he immediately knocked down a chestnut without waiting for her to speak.