Sword of Coming

Chen Ping'an has moved away from Baojing Mountain.

In order to take this trip to Baojing Mountain, Chen Ping'an had already deviated quite a bit from the route in Qinglu Town.

It seems that trying your luck is really not suitable for you.

If it were Lu Tai or Li Huai, it would be hard to say.

After leaving Baojing Mountain, Chen Ping'an still chose the high mountains and gradually moved closer to Qinglu Town. The golden elixir Yin spirit and the ghosts under his command have not shown up for a long time, which is reasonable. After all, he was in the battle at Crow Ridge. Some of the pursuers didn't deliberately hide their strength. The Skinny City side led by Fan Yunluo, Jin Dan, was simply defeated. I believe that this group of "horse thieves" who have been able to wander around the Ghost Valley for many years will not take the initiative to cause trouble. coming.

On the way north, the mountains and rivers are unobstructed, and there are many ghosts and spirits that may cause the death of a middle-level fifth-level monk. Most of them are cautious. They glance at Chen Ping'an from a distance and then retreat to their lair in the forest.

For example, the giant python and the spider spirit on the chain bridge, for the pair of Taoists, may only need to meet each other, without them risking to cross the bridge, it will be a fatal disaster.

At dusk that day, Chen Pingan rested in a peach forest.

There are natural quirks in the peach grove, and there is no reason why the peach blossoms are still in full bloom in the middle of winter.

It's just that Chen Pingan's trip to the Ghost Valley with his sword behind his back was not about all kinds of strange things, but about the absence of strange things.

Previously, there were two stone tablets of different heights erected outside the peach grove, like a pair of neighbors who were fighting over each other. They were respectively inscribed with the words "Da Yueyuan Temple" and "Xiao Xuandu Temple".

If there wasn't a small word before "Xuandu Temple", Chen Pingan would not have walked into the peach forest even if he was beaten to death.

Because the real Xuandu Temple is an important place in the Qingming world that dares to disobey the three masters.

Rumor has it that after becoming the leader of the First Line, the only time the second son used that fairy sword in his own world was in Xuandu Temple.

Although it is certain that the Xiao Xuandu Temple written on the stone tablet is definitely not the Taoist holy land that is so famous that it is heard all over the world, but before Chen Ping'an entered the forest, he still stepped on the flying sword and took off to look down and found this The vast peach forest covers an area of ​​no less than a thousand acres, and there should be no temples or Taoist buildings.

There is no record of this peach forest in Pima Sect's "Xinxin Ji".

There must be no evil ghost or big demon.

Chen Ping'an found that there were no dead peach branches around him, and there was only an exaggerated shadow above his head. The fragrance of peach blossoms was no longer pleasant. After smelling it for a long time, it was almost so rich that it became cloying.

Chen Ping'an took off his bamboo hat, sat cross-legged, and took out a Yang Qi Lantern Talisman from his sleeves. He rubbed it gently, and the Talisman burned slowly, just like the burning speed on the road in Guixi Valley. It seemed that this place was evil. The Qi is indeed average. It's just that the permeating fragrance of the peach forest is a bit too much. Chen Ping'an released his fingers, bent down and placed the talisman paper in front of him, and then began to practice sword furnace staking, circulating the pure Qi, like a fire dragon traveling around the Qi Palace, just to prevent the fragrance from invading the body, but don't Capsized in the gutter.

Underground, there was a burst of female laughter like silver bells.

Chen Ping's arrangement turned a deaf ear.

The laughter gradually stopped and turned into charming words, "This handsome young man came into my pink tent and smelled the fragrance of my hair. He is so blessed. If I were you, I would never leave again, just stay here." , life after life."

Chen Ping'an opened his eyes and looked intently. A layer of water mist rippled on the ground, but it did not rise. It was only dangling below a foot in height.

Chen Ping'an was a little surprised, "Why did the Pima Sect deliberately ignore the existence of a peach charm like yours?"

The whole peach forest began to sway slowly, like beauties in pink skirts dancing there.

It seems that the tens of thousands of peach trees in this grove are really just her hair.

Chen Pingan found that the scene in his field of vision began to shake slightly.

She didn't know where she was hiding underground. She smiled coquettishly, and her seductive voice came out of the ground, "Of course the monks from the Pi Ma Sect are afraid of me, what else can I do? The young man is so handsome, but he is a bit stupid, otherwise he is really a A perfect match."

After a moment, she suddenly stopped smiling and asked, "Eh? How can you remain motionless both physically and mentally? Are you a monk who has not shaved his head? A stinky cow nose without a robe?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "If you keep pretending, I will cut down all the peach trees and treat it as a sword practice and let you become a nun."

Instead of being angry, she smiled and said cheerfully: "Okay, okay, I'm waiting for you to show me your fairy swordsmanship."

Chen Pingan raised his eyes and looked up.

A little Taoist boy holding a whisk in his hand shrunk to an inch and rushed over. His lips were red and his teeth were white, his true energy was dripping, and he could not hide the overflowing atmosphere of spirituality.

He is actually a worldly master who is about to become a golden elixir earthly immortal.

The Taoist boy's eyes were cold, and he glanced at Chen Pingan, "This is the place where master and Taoist friends live next to each other. It has been here for thousands of years. It has been recognized as a paradise in Ghost Valley. It has never liked outsiders to disturb it. It is Bailong." Cheng Puhuan, if it is not important, you will not enter the forest easily. You, an experienced person, why are you trying to get along with this little peach charm? Leave quickly!"

The peach charm was obviously in awe of the little Taoist boy, and she just muttered words with a hint of anger, "What kind of paradise? They just used the magical power of the immortal family to forcefully detain me here to protect the remaining aura of the Taoist temple. diarrhea."

"presumptuous!"

The little Taoist boy had a stern look on his face, and with a wave of his whisk, a bolt of lightning as thick as an arm instantly exploded into the ground. The peach charm wailed in the depths of the ground, and peach blossoms fell on the ground.

Chen Ping'an understood somewhat.

In the Ghost Valley, there will definitely be some Taoist masters who are not afraid of the Yin Qi and take root here. In turn, they will rely on the abundant Yin Qi that fills the world to hone their Taoism.

The little Taoist boy still couldn't understand his hatred, and another whirling of dust, thunder and lightning, intertwined a fairy fishing net, which was submerged into the ground. Suddenly there was a rumbling sound underground, "I haven't laid the roof for three days! If my master hadn't shown mercy, you would have How can you, a little peach charm who knows some blinding tricks, gain a foothold in the Ghost Valley? You also eavesdropped on my master and fellow Taoists’ discussions. With this opportunity, you slowly cultivated to the Dragon Gate realm. You forgetful charm... …”

The Tao Mei begged endlessly, praying hard for mercy from the fierce little Taoist boy.

The little Taoist boy became more and more annoyed as he talked, and the fly whisk moved again, which actually caused a strange phenomenon high in the sea of ​​clouds, and he was about to rain down a thunder from the sect's secret to teach the peach charm.

Chen Ping'an had no choice but to say: "Little Taoist Master, calm down, I will leave Taolin right now."

A dark cloud left the sea of ​​clouds and slowly sank alone. Thunder and lightning shuttled back and forth with an astonishing momentum.

The little Taoist boy sneered: "If we hadn't been cultivating in this peach forest, and you had wandered in here by mistake, you would have sucked up all the Yang Qi and Essence for this peach charm who is good at innate charm. You are an ungrateful thing, and you are showing mercy." Master is right, you ordinary people outside who are soaked in the world of mortals every day..."

Chen Ping'an retreated with one kick, and punched out quickly towards the high place of the sea of ​​clouds. He used the steaming clouds style to scatter the thunderclouds that were ready to strike. The qi movement dispersed in all directions, like the surging mountain wind. , The peach forest affected the ground, and the bright red peach blossoms fell like rain one after another.

The little Taoist boy frowned and said nothing.

Not afraid, but just a little surprised.

Such a young martial arts master? Judging from the aura of the punch just now, it was condensed and magnificent. Although it was not yet at the golden body level, it was not far behind.

However, the little Taoist boy himself had forgotten that he was not a "so young" monk in the Dragon Gate Realm.

Although he entered the cave realm too early, the master explained the many mysteries on the road to cultivation and asked him if he wanted to take this opportunity to maintain his appearance. At that time, he was young and ignorant and felt that his body was just a stinky skin. Since it would not hinder his future cultivation, he would no longer "grow". "It's not bad. From then on, the appearance was fixed. In the next few years, the "little Taoist boy" almost regretted it.

You should let your body grow to the size of a man and then "stop".

So every time he sneaked out to relax, he would get very irritated when he met Fan Yunluo who looked like a girl several times. The old monk would add fuel to the fire, teasing him and Fan Yunluo that they were really a golden boy.

After Chen Pingan closed his fist, he smiled and said: "What you said is right, but if you really want the other party to listen to your reason, instead of just seeking your own peace of mind, then your mentality and tone are also very important. Be calm. , it’s not a bad thing to have a kinder tone.”

Tao Mei, who was almost frightened out of fear, quickly echoed: "It makes sense, you should listen to this."

The little Taoist boy held his arm around the snow-white tassel with the white bones of heroic spirits as its handle, and hesitated.

Fighting and killing each other over a disagreement is not what Taoist Taoist Xiao Xuan Du Guan should do.

But since the other party is a martial artist who has come to Guixi Valley to practice, there is nothing wrong with the two sides having a discussion, right? Master won't blame him, right?

At this moment, a golden-armored warrior strode over, looked at the back of the little Taoist boy, and said in a deep voice: "Xu Song, the true king invites this young master to go and watch inside."

The little Taoist boy said angrily: "How virtuous and capable is this guy? He can enter our Little Xuandu Monastery?!"

The golden-armored warrior turned a blind eye to the little Taoist boy's anger and turned to look at Chen Ping'an who had just put on his bamboo hat. "Young Master, my true king has invited you. If you are not in a hurry, you can go to our Xiaoxuan City to watch and have a drink." Thousand-year-old peach pulp tea.”

Chen Pingan clasped his fists and declined politely: "Walking into the peach grove by mistake has already disturbed your true monarch's Qingxiu. I really don't dare to go to your temple to disturb you, so I just left."

The golden-armored warrior nodded, "In this case, I can't keep you here. If you want to visit and drink tea again in the future, just come here and order Tao Mei to lead the way."

Chen Pingan turned and left Taolin.

The little Taoist boy named Xu Song snorted coldly: "It's better to go and save a cup of peach pulp tea that Pu Gu has only drunk three times!"

Tao Mei flattered him underground: "Yes, yes, this man is so blind that he missed out on his great blessing. Next time I come to Taolin, I will hide and never see him again."

Xu Song said angrily: "Master's decree, how dare you play with it?!"

Tao Mei immediately begged for mercy: "I don't dare, I absolutely don't dare."

In a quaint Taoist temple planted with peach trees, an old Taoist with white hair and a childlike face was sitting opposite a skinny old monk. The old monk was as skinny as wood, but he was wearing an unusually wide cassock.

The old Taoist smiled and said, "How about this punch?"

The old monk said slowly: "It is easy to break if it is too strong."

The old Taoist glanced at the cup of tea on the table and asked, "Do you think you need to keep this cup of peach pulp tea? Do you think the young man will return to the peach grove and drink it all in one gulp?" "

The old monk looked dull and said, "If you talk too much, you will make mistakes."

The old Taoist didn't wear a Taoist crown, just a Xiaoyao scarf. His Taoist robes were old and ordinary, and he didn't have the slightest bit of immortal style.

He sighed softly, "The three goddesses from Mural City have walked out of the scroll and followed their masters. Another monk from the Five Realms on other continents and He Xiaoliang teamed up to break into the Ghost Valley and go to Jingguan City. Yang Chongxuan still caught A sign of good fortune. If Pu Chun stirs up a little more noise and provokes Zhu Quan to take action himself, after this ghost valley is completely turned into a pot of chaos, the only paradise left in our place may have no chance of being clean."

The haggard old monk nodded and said, "The true king has a far-sighted vision."

When he heard the word "Pu", the old monk recited silently in his heart, and the Buddha sang.

The veteran Taoist has actually noticed that the other party's mood is strange, but both parties know the basics and there is no need to say anything more.

The old Taoist raised his eyes and said, "You said that for us cultivators, even the boundaries between life and death are blurred, so where in the world is it not a prison? The less you know, the easier it is to feel at ease. Once you know, how can you truly feel at ease?"

The old monk thought for a moment, lowered his head and clasped his hands together, revealing his dry but golden palms, "How can I see the Buddha and ask this eternal question if I, a poor Buddhist monk, can't hold up this cassock?"

The old monk stood up slowly, put his hands together and bowed.

The old Taoist didn't pay attention to red tape with this old friend, he just nodded.

The old monk took one step and disappeared, returning to the Great Yuanyue Temple. It was exactly the same as the Little Xuandu Temple. They were both fairy mansions that formed their own small world in the peach forest. Unless Nascent Soul, no one could walk in the peach forest. Even after a thousand years, you can't see it or enter it.

In the temple, Sanskrit music was flowing. There were old monks sitting on futons, monks walking slowly in the corridor with their heads lowered, and young novices sweeping the floor diligently under the trees. They were each busy, and there was no exchange of words between the two.

The withered old monk stood there, and in his field of vision, all the monks were just bones.

After bypassing the main hall where the golden Buddha was hidden from the clouds and mist, the old monk clasped his hands together and walked forward silently with a pious expression.

Next to this old monk with a golden body and an almost complete perfection, one after another, monks with similar features to him but different ages appeared one after another, wearing different cassocks, appearing out of thin air. There were four in total, each had questions, but the old monk The monk just turns a blind eye, listens but doesn't hear, and just moves forward.

A young monk looked regretful and said: "Why don't you drink that cup of peach pulp tea? If you drink it, you can save several years of practice! You will be one step closer to the Pure Land of Buddhism in the West, even half a step." "

A middle-aged monk was furious and yelled at the old monk: "What kind of Dharma do you practice? There are so many ghosts and monsters in the Ghost Valley, why don't you go and save them!"

A monk wearing a gorgeous cassock looked arrogant. He looked sideways at the old monk and sneered: "Such hard practice is not the right method."

An old monk whose age and appearance were closest to the old monk asked softly: "Are you me? Am I you?"

The last young monk, a slender figure, turned his back to the old monk who was always walking steadily and slowly. The young monk looked at a bamboo fence with peach blossoms and said infatuatedly: "The peach blossoms are smiling brightly on the fence, like The most affectionate thing is whether it is open or not."

The old monk's figure was slightly sluggish, but he soon strode forward. After a while, he resumed his normal steps.

If you don't look up, ordinary people will only feel that the sun is shining when they enter this temple.

In fact, when you look up, you will see a full moon hanging in the sky.

Inside Xiaoxuandu Temple, the old Taoist came to a towering peach tree, squatted down, picked out some soil with his fingers, and rubbed it gently.

The soil on the old Taoist's fingertips is the soil that the monks on the mountain have dreamed of for thousands of years. It is as heavy as gold and iron.

The old Taoist was silent.

In fact, the soil also has an age, and it is also divided into "birth, old age, sickness and death". Everyone in the world says they are as immovable as a mountain, but this is not entirely true. In the final analysis, people still have a limited life span, and their time is limited, so their vision is blurry, neither real nor long-term. Therefore, there is a saying in Buddhism that the Buddha saw 48,000 insects in a bowl of water, and the old monk of Dayuanyue Temple used this as a method of meditation, but he saw it in a bigger way, appreciating the moon.

As for the old Taoist priest, he watched more quietly, watching the changes of these dead things in the earth over the years.

The Taoist temple is a neighbor, and he and the old monk have been teaching their own Dharma for thousands of years, but they still can't compete with each other.

Now it depends on whether I will become a heavenly king first or the old monk will realize bodhisattva first.

The little Taoist boy Xu Song came to the master tremblingly and found that the master was deep in thought, so Xu Song kept silent.

The old Taoist didn't turn his head and asked with a smile: "Outside the audience, not only did he fail to show off his authority, but he also taught a young martial artist a lesson. Do you think what he said was reasonable?"

The little Taoist boy held a fly whisk in his hand and said gloomily: "That makes sense, what does it have to do with me."

The old Taoist nodded, threw away the soil, and gently smoothed it with his white jade palms. After standing up, he said: "As all living things and sentient beings gradually climb higher, they will understand more and more the ruthlessness of the Tao. If you It’s not bad if you can learn from the Longhushan Taoist to slay demons and slay demons, do good deeds every day, and accumulate merit, but it’s even better if you follow me and learn the ruthless method and ask for truth.”

The old Taoist smiled and said, "The ruthless method does not teach you to act violently and kill innocent people indiscriminately, but to pay more attention to the four seasons and the order of heaven and earth."

The little Taoist boy bowed his head to the master solemnly.

The old Taoist turned his head and looked in the direction of Dayuanyue Temple and said softly: "If you don't eliminate the five poisons of greed, anger, stupidity, arrogance and doubt, and just immerse yourself in hard practice, then in the end it is not true meditation, but wrong meditation."

The old Taoist looked to the north beyond the peach forest and said, "Xu Song, if you can't understand the Tao for the time being, you might as well give it a try and choose to be a good person in the eyes of the world. Just remember, do good in the world and you will be rewarded by the world. Good or bad, it doesn't matter much. Different paths lead to the same destination, this is also one of the ruthless methods... The Tao follows nature."

Xiao Daotong shook his head and said, "I can't be that kind of a good person."

The old Taoist was noncommittal.

The little Taoist boy asked cautiously: "Master, is the true Xuandu Temple also like spring all year round, with peach blossoms in full bloom?"

The old Taoist smiled and said: "Then you shouldn't stay in this vast world. Go to the Qingming world where the Taoist family is the master. See with your own eyes and you will know the truth and falsehood. If you really have this intention, master will let this peach charm carry the mountain to the mountain. Let's go, after leaving this ghost valley, you can first go to practice with the young sect leader named He, and then find an opportunity to go to Qingming World, and the chance of visiting Xuandu Temple will naturally be greater."

The little Taoist boy shook his head vigorously and said, "I won't go, I won't go! Wherever the master practices Taoism, I will practice there."

The old Taoist patted the little Taoist boy on the head.

The little Taoist boy smiled and narrowed his eyes.

The old Taoist suddenly sighed with emotion: "I just remembered that it has been a long time since I drank a bowl of dark tea from the Swaying River. After a thousand years, I think the taste will only be more mellow."

The dusk was gloomy, and it was not too far from Qinglu Town, only two hundred miles away. Chen Pingan passed by a green lake.

Previously, when he saw a bonfire burning on a distant hilltop, Chen Ping'an rushed over. If he encountered a ghost wandering at night, he could kill it and sell it for money.

During this trip to Ghost Valley, I didn't have much experience. I just had a fight in Crow Ridge and just punched me in Taolin, but I made quite a lot of money.

Not to mention the snowflake robe of the White Lady of the City of Skin, there are also more than a dozen valuable white bones. As for the specific price of the latter, it is hard to say.

As for the water from the deep stream of Baojing Mountain, although it is not valuable, it can at least save Chen Ping'an some trouble. He drank two kilograms of mountain water in one breath, then breathed in and immersed his mind, and used the method of inner vision to enter the water with his mind. In the mansion, the boys in green clothes in the water mansion were quite happy and happy.

What was seen by the lake was a bit surprising. It was a handsome young man in mud gold, accompanied by two followers, who probably planned to rest by the lake for the night.

Chen Ping'an calculated his foot strength and route. The other party should have been to Lanshe Town, and after completing the tour, he went straight to Qinglu Town along the "official road" again, so he bumped into him who was going around. .

Then this inconspicuous small lake should be the bronze lake in "Xinxin Ji". This place and the nearby Tongguan Mountain are paired in the landscape like Taoist couples.

There are two kinds of fish in Tonglu Lake, which are extremely famous. However, fishing is not easy and there are many rules. Chen Pingan had to give up after reading about the tedious rules in the book.

There is a kind of golden fish with golden scales in the lake. It has two wings and sounds like a mandarin duck. It is extremely rare and rare. It is not seen in a hundred years. Legend has it that the golden fish always appear in pairs. As long as you get one of them, after fishing it ashore, the other small fish will be caught. It will go ashore on its own and enter the fish cage. A pair of palm-sized cockroaches are covered in treasures and can be sold for two Grain Rain coins. It is said that eating them can protect them from any nightmare in the world.

In addition, there is the silver carp. This kind of silver carp is so huge that it is said to weigh one pound a year. A hundred years later, this fish has great strength in the water, unlike the silver carp. The silver carp is not unique to this lake. It is praised by the monks as the small lake dragon. , there is nothing strange about the flesh and blood scales, there is only one strange thing, that is, the silver carp belonging to the side branch of the dragon's descendant, after surviving for a hundred years, it will have two dragon beards, more than an inch long, and then every three hundred years, the beard will grow If one inch can grow into a foot-long dragon's beard, it will be a true treasure of heaven and earth. Refining the demon-binding rope and whisk, adding this thing is the icing on the cake and has endless magical uses.

It's just that Chen Ping'an has gone through Jiaolong Valley and Daoxuan Mountain, and he knows that there are still Taoists in the world, who used genuine Jiaolong whisks to create a complete semi-immortal weapon whisk.

Therefore, Chen Ping'an doesn't have any serious covetous intentions for the cockroaches and silver carps that are extremely difficult to encounter in Tonglu Lake.

Because it takes too much time.

All the capture records in the "Anxiety Collection" took a very long time for the monks, which often took several months or even half a year. During this period, they also had to fight wits and courage with two kinds of fairy fish, and they often missed the chance.

Compared with Tonglu Lake, Chen Ping'an still has higher hopes for Tongguan Mountain. On that mountain, there are mountain-moving apes and mountain-driving dogs with impure blood.

After Chen Pingan appeared, the young man looked calm.

The female martial artist from the Sixth Realm, who was carrying a bow and a sword, moved her position to stand between the master and the uninvited guest.

The old man in black robes always had an expressionless face. He held an apricot-yellow porcelain wine pot in one hand and a large piece of sauced meat in the other, chewing slowly.

Chen Pingan picked up dead branches in the distance and lit a bonfire.

The three masters and servants obviously came to the Bronze Green Lake. After eating wine and meat, the old man in black robe took out sections of green and crystal clear green bamboo from the square inch, and then pieced together an extremely long fishing rod with a fishing line as thin as Hair, but the golden fishhook is as big as the palm of your hand. The young man was not idle. He rolled up his sleeves and squatted by the water, preparing the bait for making a nest. He rubbed it vigorously in a wooden basin, added a spoonful of lake water from time to time, and took out a porcelain bottle and poured in a few drops of fishy fish. A very strong-smelling vermilion water drop.

Chen Pingan liked fishing, so he couldn't help but take a few more glances.

The woman whispered beside the boy.

The young man raised his arm to wipe the sweat from his forehead and said a few words.

The woman stood up and walked towards Chen Pingan.

Chen Pingan stood up and said, "Sorry, I didn't mean to pry."

The woman's expression was indifferent, but her words were quite gentle, "It doesn't matter if you look at it. But my young master said that when fishing for silver carp, it is more taboo to make noises from the shore. If there is the slightest movement, the silver carp will hear the sound and run away, so after making a nest, it is more taboo. At this hour, when we throw the pole, we may need both of you to extinguish the bonfire, and we are not allowed to walk around casually. If you feel restrained, you can rest far away from the shore."

Chen Pingan nodded, extinguished the bonfire, and simply went to the distance, sitting on a big tree, with his hands in his sleeves, watching from a distance a group of three people fishing for fairy fish at night.

During this period, when the young man saw Chen Pingan, he put out the bonfire directly, turned around and smiled apologetically, and Chen Pingan also smiled and nodded in greeting.

The woman returned to the boy and breathed a sigh of relief.

The young man said with a smile: "Sister Fan, if I put this pot in my nest, the water in this copper-green lake will really rise by a foot."

The woman smiled helplessly.

Fishing for the exotic fish in the giant lake of Daze and making nests is essential, and it costs a lot of money. The rarer the fish, the more money fishermen need to spend. My young master is never stingy, so the fellows on the mountain According to word of mouth, the young master got the nickname Yuan Yichi.

Although Chen Ping'an was far away, it could be seen that the rich and aristocratic young man spent a lot of money just to build a nest.

It’s not just a matter of spending money on a few snow coins, maybe one or two Xiaoshu coins are enough.

After making a nest, the three people began to wait quietly.

Chen Ping'an took off the sword gourd, took a sip of mountain water, and began to close his eyes to rest.

When the old man in black robe started to throw the pole, Chen Pingan opened his eyes.

Howling into the wind.

The fishing line was thrown in a huge arc and fell far into the middle of the verdant lake.

The night is long.

Catching big fish and giant things at night requires not only skills but also patience.

The young man sat on a small rosewood stool, holding his chin in his hands and yawning continuously.

The woman was still standing behind the young man, guarding against the young ranger wearing a bamboo hat in the distance. He was traveling down the mountain. She must not have the intention of harming others, and must have the intention of guarding against others.

Two hours later, the boy had already begun to doze off.

The old man in black robe gently lifted the rod several times to scatter the bait, and then continued to throw the rod, showing great patience.

The female martial artist was completely motionless.

Chen Pingan leaned against the tree trunk and looked up at the night sky.

The bright moon rises above the mountains, amid the vast sea of ​​clouds.

There are thousands of mountains and rivers in the vast world, but there is only one moon.

Chen Pingan was stunned.

I heard that there are many pictures of immortals written by immortals on the mountain. On each scroll, there will be the rising and setting of the sun, the alternation of the four seasons, and the blooming and fading of flowers.

How can the world be so big, and how can people be so small?

Why do people feel lonely when they grow up?

Chen Pingan gently pressed down the bamboo hat to cover his face.

Miss Ning, I'm fine, are you okay?