Sword of Coming

In Jingguan City in the north of the Ghost Valley, the city lord Gao Cheng, who was sitting high on the Bone Throne, slowly put away his palms. When the young man failed to see the lucky star ghost at the city gate, he returned to Qinglu Town disappointed. The city lord of Jingguan City smiled sarcastically. .

At this moment, Gao Cheng no longer looked like a jagged man, but had returned to his former appearance, but he still looked ordinary.

Are you going to Tongfencheng again tomorrow?

Gao Cheng thought of the sword-raising gourd hung by the young man's waist.

It gently pressed the handle of the knife and began to wait for the female sect leader to leave.

Gao Cheng could see some of the scenes in Qinglu Town, two places to be precise, but he had to be cautious every time he peeked. First of all, strictly speaking, Qinglu Town did not actually belong to the small world of Guixi Valley. Secondly, there was Zhu Quan watching over there, and there was a heavy treasure from the Pima Sect pressing down on the formation, so when the magical power of observing mountains and rivers was used, it was very stagnant and blurry, and I could only barely get a rough idea.

But even if those two chess pieces leaked their whereabouts, it was still worth it.

Gao Cheng actually hoped that the young man could get out of Qinglu Town and take a few more steps to the north.

It seems that that guy will continue to travel north.

Now all we have to do is wait for the little Taoist nun named He to leave the Ghost Valley.

She is in Jingguan City.

Plus the infamous Jiang Shangzhen.

The situation will become extremely complicated.

Gao Cheng closed his eyes and gently pressed the handle of the throne with both hands. They were the heads of two subjugated emperors.

Night falls.

The Liuxia boat slowly lifted into the sky.

Gao Cheng stood up and arrived on the treasure boat in an instant.

He Xiaoliang looked at the Lord of Jingguan City with a half-smile.

Gao Cheng suddenly figured out a vague truth, laughed loudly, beat his chest with his fists, and said in a deep voice: "Although I don't know why you do this, I don't care about these twists and turns. In short, as long as it becomes , I, Jingguan City, will be grateful in the future!"

He Xiaoliang ignored it.

Still nothing was done, nothing was said.

Gao Cheng no longer delayed the treasure ship's departure from the Ghost Valley, and quickly returned to the throne room of Jingguan City. With a wave of his hand, he took the initiative to open a gate between the Ghost Valley and the Skeleton Beach in the direction of the sky where Liuxia Boat was going.

On the top of the wall, Jiang Shangzhen did not take the Liuxia boat, but continued to walk on the top of the wall, looking up at the hole in the sky that looked like a door.

The Liuxia boat passed by in a flash.

After returning to the Bone Beach, the door behind him closed instantly.

The goddess riding a deer asked cautiously: "Master, why is this?"

He Xiaoliang said calmly: "Taoist couples in the world always depend on each other for blessings and misfortunes. And I, He Xiaoliang, am famous for my profound blessings in both continents. So wherever I am, if I have a Taoist companion, then he Naturally, blessings can continue. The closer the two sides are, the more so, and it is naturally not a good thing for me to be in Jingguan City where my destiny is in conflict and I am wasting my time."

The Goddess Riding a Deer was somewhat speechless, "Is that why I walked out of the scroll? Is that why the master deliberately came to this ghost valley and left tonight?"

He Xiaoliang said nothing.

The goddess riding a deer turned pale.

He Xiaoliang, who was in the sea of ​​clouds above the Skeleton Beach, suddenly turned her head and opened her mouth slightly. Her face was filled with emotions and emotions, but she finally regained her composure and took a deep look towards the south.

The goddess riding a deer was trembling with fear.

He Xiaoliang turned his head and said only one word, "Let's go."

In Jingguan City, Jiang Shangzhen wiped his face fiercely after catching a glimpse of the incredible scene.

I am really convinced this time.

Is this conceivable and possible?

Gao Cheng suddenly stood up, furious, and roared: "Stay the flying sword!"

In the Dayuanyue Temple, the old monk looked up at the moon, clasped his hands together, and said with a smile: "That's good."

Over there in Qinglu Town.

From the roof of the south inn, after two flashes of golden light, a young swordsman put on a golden robe, and in an instant he came to the sky not far away, holding the sword fairy, splitting the sky with a sword, and wielding the sword Go straight to the Patriarch Hall of the Pima Sect.

Zhu Quan held down the handle of the knife, suspended it in the air, and looked north.

Instead of stopping her, the leader of Pima Sect helped keep an eye on the movements in the north for the young swordsman who had quietly visited her before and the two parties had made a big deal.

In Jingguan City, a white-bone swordsman with a height of more than a thousand feet suddenly appeared, intending to split the barrier between heaven and earth with one sword, and go to the beach of bones to hunt down the young swordsman.

Jiang Shangzhen laughed loudly and threw out a net that was bigger than the previous two "Snow Money Nets". The previous two were just nets for children and grandchildren, but this one was the net for ancestors.

The big net instantly wrapped around the white bone ankle as high as a mountain and pulled it down hard. Jiang Shangzhen flew up and opened the world with a willow leaf. He actually completely gave up the piece of paper worth dozens of Grain Rain coins. The heavy treasure net was no longer needed. When he flew out of the hole in the sky, Jiang Shangzhen turned around and said with a smile: "You bastard, come and beat me. Come and beat me. Come on. If you don't come, you will be the good grandson of my Uncle Zhou Fei." …”

Jiang Shangzhen kept the harsh words on his lips and didn't waste any time in applying oil on his soles.

In the Ghost Valley, Zhu Quan drew his sword, and a white rainbow struck the waist of the huge white bone from south to north.

There was also a sword like a rainbow, which started from Bailong City and struck Bai Gu Gu's skull.

Zhu Quan let out a sigh and asked: "Pu Gu Gu, what are you doing? In fact, you have been coveting my beauty for a long time, so is this why a talented woman follows her husband?"

The man in green shirt and white bones said calmly: "I, a swordsman, act without any restrictions in the world."

Zhu Quan and Pu Juan each drew their swords, and the other drew their swords, preventing the towering mountain of bones from tearing apart the sky barrier.

Outside the Bone Beach.

Chen Ping'an wielded his sword all the way to the ancestral hall of the Pima Sect's main mountain, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and grinned.

I am also someone who has broken through the sky with one sword.

happy.

The ancestral mountain of the Pima Sect is called Muyi. It is a towering mountain, but there are no luxurious buildings. The monks only build thatch. Since there are few monks of the Pima Sect, it looks even more deserted. There is only one on the mountainside with a plaque of "Dharma Elephant" hanging to entertain guests. His mansion can barely be regarded as a fairyland resort.

Three days ago, Muyishan began to close down and no longer entertained guests.

Not only that, the archway building at the entrance of Ghost Valley has also begun to be under martial law, and experienced people are not allowed to enter.

From the Naiheguan Market, to the Mural City, to the Swaying River area, and the entire Skeleton Beach, I didn't think this was unreasonable.

Because I have seen even more unreasonable things.

First, the three paintings of Heavenly Officials and Goddess in the Mural City were turned into white drawings on the same day.

Compared with the great changes that followed, this was nothing. Many monks in the Skeleton Beach were still immersed in the loss of three good fortunes. It didn’t take long for them to witness the thrilling scene with their own eyes. Late at night, On the land of the Skeleton Beach, a huge white skeleton appeared out of thin air, as tall as a mountain. It appeared in an invincible posture. It should be the Dharma Appearance of Gao Cheng, the Lord of Jingguan City in the Ghost Valley. It used brute force to open the barrier of heaven and earth in one fell swoop. The white bones that should have been hiding in the underworld appeared in the world, and there was a great conflict with the world of the sun. The white bones rubbed against the spiritual energy of the bone beach, and a burst of brilliant sparks bloomed, making the white bones appear like the ancient fire god coming to the world. .

The bones were obviously chasing a golden light that was rushing south towards the Muyi Mountain Patriarch Hall. Although Gao Cheng was delayed by the sword from Ghost Valley, the person who used the sword hovered in the air and confronted the Qianzhang White Bones. Rice grains, but every time the sword is struck, the wind and thunder shake, the brilliance surges, and the strike from a distance is like building a long bridge. Judging from its appearance, it must be Zhu Quan, the leader of the Pima Sect, but there is still a sword, and its power is not inferior to that of Yu Pu Realm. In Zhuquan, bright sword energy rises from the earth. The sword light is like a rainbow, and it is very fast and straight.

The slanted white bones on the shoulder seemed to be restrained by another force in the Ghost Valley. However, he still raised his palm high and pressed it down heavily. Suddenly, a thick and sinister sea of ​​clouds rolled up. Ghosts cried and wolves howled, and the sea of ​​clouds seemed to have gathered dozens of people. The souls of evil ghosts who cannot be reincarnated after death are struggling in a sea of ​​misery.

The sea of ​​clouds quickly pressed towards the Patriarch Hall of the Pima Sect, and then the Pima Sect's mountain-protecting formation opened. More than a thousand armored puppets were snatched out from the Muyi Mountain. One of them was several feet tall, wearing a talisman and iron armor, with golden and silver threads flowing all over his body. , crashing into the sea of ​​clouds, the sea of ​​clouds continued to be thinned, but the force of falling was still there. In the Muyi Mountain, waves of armored heroic spirits came one after another. In the end, the sea of ​​clouds and the thousands of landscape heroic puppets created by the Pima Sect strangled each other. In the end, both sides Both jade and stone will be destroyed.

At the same time, a line of light spread down the mountain from the Muyi Mountain Patriarch Hall, traveling like thunder and lightning, interweaving a bright formation on the other side of the archway building, and then a five-hundred-foot-tall golden god rose from it. Holding a huge sword in hand, he swept the sword towards the waist of the white bone dharma image.

Jingguan City Gao Cheng's White Bone Dharma was unable to hit the ground with a single strike. At the border between Ghost Valley and Skeleton Beach, another golden god suddenly drew out his sword. The huge white bones grabbed the sword's edge with one hand. Golden light and sparks fell to the ground like rain, and the entire skeleton suddenly fell. The sky and the earth shook, and the Bone Master threw away the giant sword with his arms. He fell down and instantly disappeared into the shadow of the earth. He must have retreated into the small world of Ghost Valley.

The golden god also returned to the formation, and the light returned to the Muyi Mountain Patriarch Hall, condensing into an orb held in the mouth of a bronze dragon statue in the ancestral hall.

The night at the Skeleton Beach slowly returned to silence.

In the Xian family mansion halfway up the mountain.

Pang Lanxi, a young man who had high hopes from the Pima Sect, sat at a stone table and looked hard at the young ranger opposite, who was flipping through a yellowed military book plundered from Yangchang Palace.

Although Pang Lanxi is young, he has a high seniority. He is the only direct descendant of an ancestor of Pima Sect. Several Jindan monks have to call him "Little Master Uncle". As for more middle and fifth realm monks, they can only call him "Little Master Uncle". He is now a great-uncle. In the past three days, the green-shirted swordsman in front of me was the only guest in the mansion. Pang Lanxi had been here several times before. Out of curiosity, he talked about what needed to be said and asked what needed to be asked. The other party was obviously very sincere, and he also He didn't deliberately talk about it in circles, but when Pang Lanxi thought about it afterwards, it seemed that he didn't get to the point.

It's hard to imagine that the person in front of him is the poor painting buyer who shamelessly bargained with him in Mural City.

At that time, she, a childhood sweetheart, had to run out of the shop to remind this man not to show yellow or white things while walking in the world. It turned out that they had all been deceived by this guy.

The ancestor of the sect who was in charge of the discipline in the ancestral hall did not want to reveal the secret. He only said that he would wait until the sect leader returned to Muyi Mountain. However, he sighed with emotion. At this level, he could escape from Gao Cheng in the Ghost Valley. This ability is really quite big.

Pang Lanxi became more and more curious about what happened in the Ghost Valley, and how the person in front of him could provoke the Lord of Jingguan City.

Chen Pingan put down the military book written by the military general of Shence State in his early years, remembered something, and asked with a smile: "Lanxi, the eight murals in Mural City have all become white drawings. At the foot of the three goddesses riding a deer, hanging inkstones and Xingyu. What will happen to the shop business in the future?"

Pang Lanxi was also a little troubled and said helplessly: "What else can I do? Xingzi is almost worried to death. She said that there will be no business in the future. Now that the mural city has lost those three blessings, the number of guests must have dropped sharply. What can I do?" So I had to comfort her and told her some truths that I heard from my senior brother and nephew. I never thought that Xingzi not only didn’t appreciate it, but also got sulky with me and ignored me. Chen Pingan, why is Xingzi like this? , I obviously mean well, why is she still not happy?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Do you want to know why?"

Pang Lanxi nodded and said, "Of course."

Chen Ping'an's smile grew wider, "Lan Xi, I heard that your great-grandfather still has several boxes of complete sets of gallery-filled paintings of goddesses, and they are the most time-consuming and painstaking work of your great-grandfather's life."

Pang Lanxi was stunned for a moment, and after a moment, he said decisively: "As long as you can help me solve my doubts, I will steal the painting for you!"

Chen Ping'an was speechless, and stretched out his hand to signal Pang Lanxi, who had already stood up, to sit down quickly, "A gentleman does not take advantage of others, and I do not covet those sets of gallery books. I only hope that you can persuade your great-grandfather to start writing again and draw one or two This is a set of hard-painted yellow corridor pads that are not inferior to many. I paid for them, not for you to steal them. One set is enough, two sets are better, and three sets are best."

Pang Lanxi was a little skeptical, "That's it?"

Chen Pingan nodded.

Pang Lanxi still hesitated, "Stealing is good or bad. The disadvantage is that you will definitely get scolded, and maybe even a beating. The advantage is that it is a one-time deal, which is more convenient. But if you are so shameless that my great-grandfather picked up the pen. , it is not easy to really paint with your heart. My great-grandpa has a weird temper. Everyone in our Pima sect has learned this. He always says that the more careful you are in painting, the more similar you will be. If you buy it for the vulgar men in the world, the more you offend those eight people. A goddess."

Chen Ping'an nodded, "Sincerity leads to success. Without this foundation of piety, your great-grandfather might not be able to draw that charm. Otherwise, what would be so difficult for the so-called master of painting to copy the scrolls and see every detail? But why? Or is it your great-great-grandfather who is the most magical? Just because your great-great-grandfather has a pure state of mind, it’s hard to believe that all the eight goddesses saw it back then. They were connected with each other and naturally wrote wonderful works."

Pang Lanxi blinked.

Is this honest talk or flattery?

Outside the mansion, there was a tall white-haired old man with a pen and inkstone hanging on his waist. He turned to look at a close friend of the Pima Sect ancestor, who was putting away his palms.

The white-haired old man asked: "With this kid's state of mind, he shouldn't know that we are eavesdropping, right?"

The ancestor smiled and said: "I helped you cover up your secrets. You probably don't know. However, there are countless spells in the world, so there may not be any accidents. Just seeing that he can escape from the Ghost Valley cannot be inferred by common sense."

The white-haired old man stroked his beard and smiled, "No matter what, these words have won my heart."

The ancestor of the Pima Sect was the one who followed Jiang Shangzhen into the secret realm of murals. "Are you really willing to sell it?"

Pang Shanling, the great-grandfather of Pang Lanxi, had great ambitions when he was young and vowed to paint all the spectacular mountains in the world, but later he settled down in Pima Sect for some unknown reason. Pang Shanling asked in a low voice: "Shall we take a look again? I would like to hear how this foreign boy will give Lan Xi some guidance."

The ancestor frowned and said displeasedly: "I am a guest. I couldn't defeat you before, so I used some magical powers. If I continue to eavesdrop, it is not in line with our Pima Sect's hospitality."

Pang Shanling glared and said: "Lan Xi has lost the good fortune of being a goddess riding a deer. If you have another chance at love, I'd like to see if Lan Xi's master will call you a bloody bitch!"

The ancestor sneered and said: "His ability to scold people is great, but my ability to hit people is better than him. How could he not curse people for a while and stay in bed for a month?"

Pang Shanling suddenly smiled and said: "I will give you a set of hard yellow pictures of goddesses later, which are worthy of the reputation of "wonderful writing and flowering".

The ancestor raised his palm, looked at the mountains and rivers, and said with a smile: "I've been waiting for your words. It's too slow and unpleasant."

But this ancestor quickly put away his magical power, and Pang Shanling asked in confusion: "Why?"

The ancestor smiled and said: "The other party is not very happy. Let's accept it as soon as we can. Otherwise, go back to the sect leader and complain to me, and you will have to walk away with nothing to eat. There is such a big commotion in Ghost Valley, it is not easy to let go That Gao Cheng took the initiative to show his Dharma appearance, left his lair, and appeared in the Bone Beach. Not only did the sect master take action himself, but we also used the mountain protection formation, which actually cut off its century-old cultivation. The sect master must be in an extremely bad mood when he returns to the mountain this time. "

Pang Shanling was a little worried. The Ghost Valley has been completely isolated from the outside world in the past two days. Although the natal lamps in the Patriarch Hall are still on, this means that there are no casualties among the monks stationed in Qinglu and Lanshe Towns of Pima Sect. . But God knows if that Gao Cheng will be so angry that he will fight to the death with the Pima Sect. The thousand-year confrontation between the Skeleton Beach and the Ghost Valley will be broken in an instant. Pangshanling is afraid that suddenly at a certain moment, the Ancestral Hall is there. The bleak end is that one natal lamp will be extinguished one after another, and the speed of extinguishing will definitely be extremely fast.

When the time comes, no one can guarantee how many lamps will be left, not the sect leader Zhu Quan or the golden elixir Du Wensi. If a war really kicks off, in the style of the monks of the Pi Ma Sect, it is impossible to say that the natal lamp will be extinguished first. Yes, it is them, the great monks.

The ancestor guessed what Pang Shanling was thinking, and comforted him with a smile: "Gao Cheng must have been furious after his vitality was damaged this time. This is reasonable, but there is still some good news in Guixi Valley. The one who drew the sword earlier was none other than Pu Yan from Bailong City, and there was also the Nascent Soul Heroic Spirit who was a military general from the Shence Kingdom. He had always been at odds with Jingguan City. When the sky was broken earlier, I saw that it seemed to be intending to intervene. Kick it. Don’t forget, there is also the peach forest in Ghost Valley, and the two worldly masters in that temple and temple will not let Gao Cheng kill wantonly."

Pang Shanling nodded slightly, "I hope so."

Over there at the mansion.

Pang Lanxi didn't care, but his childhood sweetheart Xingzi was the most important, and said: "Okay, you say, but it must be something I think makes sense, otherwise I won't go to my great-grandfather to ask for scolding."

Chen Pingan first raised his hands and clasped his fists, signaling to the immortal masters outside not to push too far. Then he gently placed one hand on the military book and stroked it gently with his palm. He only discovered Yangchang Palace after leaving Ghost Valley. Most of the books carefully collected by the demon-catching immortal were well maintained and in good condition. These were rare and even unique books that had survived for thousands of years. He was in a good mood and began to answer the questions of the young man in front of him, laughing softly. Said: "Lan Xi, do you think it is difficult for you to reach the golden elixir realm and become a land god in the eyes of an ordinary person?"

Pang Lanxi said sincerely: "Chen Ping'an, I'm really not bragging. Golden elixir is easy, Yuanying is not difficult."

Chen Ping'an nodded. What Pang Lanxi said was the truth. In the past few days, he had stayed in the Pima Sect's mansion, through chatting with the young man in front of him, and through the knowledge of several direct descendants of the Pima Sect, including Yang Lin, the Jindan cultivator of Mural City. Through exchanges, we roughly know Pang Lanxi's importance in the Pima Sect. It is very likely that he was cultivated as a future sect leader, at least a person in charge of the power of the Pima Sect.

Moreover, Pang Lanxi is extremely talented, has a pure mind, and is kind to others. Whether it is his innate character or acquired temperament, he is incomparable with the Pima Sect. This is the wonderful thing about the Great Dao. If Pang Lanxi was born in Shujian Lake, the same person may not have high achievements in the Dao, because Shujian Lake will continue to wear away Pang Lanxi's original character, even affecting his cultivation and By chance, in the Muyi Mountain of Pima Sect, they were like a fish in water, as if they were a match made in heaven. Perhaps this is the so-called soil and water that nourishes a person. Some people are resentful, but they may not be completely self-aware. It is true that they were unlucky at that time.

Pang Lanxi saw that Chen Pingan was starting to be in a daze, and couldn't help but remind him: "Chen Pingan, don't be confused. One or two sets of notebooks are waving at you. Why are you wandering thousands of miles away?"

Chen Ping'an apologized, and then asked: "You are a god on the mountain who is destined to live a long life, but your girl Xingzi is a mortal down the mountain. Have you ever thought about this? Ordinary women will have some gray hair at the age of forty. At the age of Jiazi, she may already be a gray-haired old woman. How will you ask Miss Xingzi to face Pang Lanxi, who may still have the appearance of a teenager, or at most a weak-headed appearance? "

Pang Lanxi's heart tightened and she murmured: "I can deliberately follow the times and people and not let that appearance stay, and I will still become a white-haired old man."

Chen Pingan shook his head and said, "You are wrong again and again."

Pang Lanxi raised his head, looking confused.

Chen Ping'an said: "Let's not talk about it. When the time comes, your old man's skin in Panglanxi will still be restrained and radiant. Let's not talk about it."

Chen Ping'an paused for a moment and asked softly: "Have you ever put yourself in the shoes of the girl Xingzi you miss so much? There are some things, no matter how well you think about them, no matter how well-intentioned they are, they must be true. Is it okay? Does it have to be right? Have you ever thought that giving true kindness to each other is never a matter of wishful thinking on my part or on our part?"

Pang Lanxi stopped talking.

Chen Pingan said slowly: "Over there in the Mural City, I was just a passer-by who met you by chance. Since she asked you to chase me out of the shop and reminded me to be more careful, she must be a person worthy of your kindness. My dear girl, I was observing the two of you in the shop earlier. As a bystander, I can roughly tell that Miss Kyoko is a person with a delicate mind but a broad mind. It is extremely rare, so it will not be because you are already. She is a fairy who eats and drinks the dew on Pima Zong Mountain. She is just a merchant at the foot of the mountain who deals with money all the year round. She will feel ashamed when she gets along with you, but she is not like that. Do you really know how rare this state of mind is? How good is that?”

Chen Pingan shook his head and said, "You don't know."

Pang Lanxi was speechless, her lips moving slightly.

Chen Ping'an said: "So these years, she has been taking care of your state of mind. She hopes that you can practice with peace of mind and climb higher on the mountain. If I guess correctly, every time you rarely go down the mountain to help in the shop, when you parted, she You won't show too much reluctance in person, and you will be a little depressed afterwards, worried that she doesn't actually like you as much as you like her, right?"

Pang Lanxi's eyes were sore and she pursed her lips tightly.

Chen Pingan sighed and took out a pot of wine. It was not some fairy wine, but the kind of hometown rice wine that Longquan County sells to Dali and Gyeonggi. Chen Pingan took a sip and said, "You have never really thought about her thoughts. But I only think about what I should do, okay?"

Pang Lanxi shook his head, "No, very bad."

"So, this time the Mural City Goddess Picture has no luck, the shop may not be able to open. You just think it is a small matter, because for you, Pang Lanxi, it is naturally a small matter. How many profits and losses can a market shop make in a year? Xiaoshu money? I, Pang Lanxi, received the fairy money from the Pima Zong Patriarch Hall in one year. How much is it? However, you have no idea how much a shop that happens to be opened at the foot of Pima Zong Mountain means to a city girl. For her, it’s such a big deal. Without this job, even if it’s just moving to Naiheguan Market, wouldn’t it be a huge event for her?”

Chen Ping'an took another sip of wine, his voice was soft and mellow, and the content of his words was like wine. He said slowly: "A girl's thoughts are probably more long-term than those of a boy of the same age. How can I put it? The difference between the two is like that of a boy. The girl's idea is that she is walking on a mountain and only looking at the heights, but the girl's mind is like a winding river, winding and flowing into the distance."

Pang Lanxi frowned hard, remembering some sad scene. Just thinking about it made this young man who was originally free of worries and long-term thoughts worried, and there were already tears in his eyes.

Chen Pingan glanced at him and sighed softly.

It can be said that Gongliudao Liu Laocheng, who has a tough heart and seems to have a heart of stone, once suffered a huge setback when it came to the word love.

Chen Pingan suddenly laughed, "What are you afraid of? Now that you know more, you can do better in the future and think more about her. If it doesn't work, I feel that I am not good at thinking about my daughter's family, then I’ll teach you the stupidest way to tell her what’s on your mind without feeling embarrassed. A man’s face needs to be lost outside, but when it comes to the woman you like, you don’t have to force yourself to do everything.”

Pang Lanxi nodded, wiped his face, and said with a bright smile: "Chen Pingan, how do you know so much?"

After all, he is a person who practices Taoism. After clarifying the truth, it is like removing a leaf that blinds his eyesight, and Pang Lanxi's state of mind becomes clear again.

Chen Ping'an raised the wine bottle in his hand and shook it, "I travel around the world and drink."

Pang Lanxi asked curiously: "Is wine really that delicious?"

Chen Pingan said nothing and just drank.

Still waiting patiently for news from Ghost Valley.

In fact, there are some things that Chen Pingan can explain more clearly to the young man, but once the context is revealed, it may involve the great road. This is a taboo for monks on the mountain. Chen Pingan will not cross this thunder pond.

Furthermore, the love between boys and girls is ignorant and confused, but it is a kind of beauty, so why bother to break it down and go into too much detail.

Pang Lanxi said goodbye and left, saying that she had at least two sets of hard yellow copies of pictures of goddesses and that she was not running away, so she just waited for good news from him.

When Pang Lanxi was about to walk out of the courtyard, Chen Pingan suddenly called out to the young man and said with a smile: "By the way, remember this, if you really feel that what I said to you makes sense, when you do it, You still have to think more about it, because it may not necessarily suit you just because it sounds good.”

Pang Lanxi waved his hand and said with a smile: "I'm not really stupid, don't worry, I will figure it out on my own!"

Chen Ping'an stood up and walked around the stone table, practicing six-step walking.

In the dusk of this day, Chen Pingan stopped his fist and turned around to look.

From the direction where the white bones and golden-armored gods appeared on the bone beach, a figure came riding the wind. When an Earth Immortal did not deliberately restrain his momentum and traveled far away in the wind, there was often thunder and great movement. Just after reaching the upper five realms and "integrating" with the heaven and earth, you can be silent, and there is almost no ripple of energy. The figure running straight towards Muyi Mountain should be the sect leader Zhu Quan, Yu Pu Realm. In the end, it still caused such a big commotion. Either it was a deliberate demonstration to scare some forces lurking in the Skeleton Beach and ready to move, or it was In Ghost Valley, the leader of the Pima Sect had been severely injured, causing his state to become unstable.

After the figure swept into Muyi Mountain, it suddenly stopped and then shot like an arrow at the mansion halfway up the mountain.

In the small courtyard, the strong wind was blowing, making Chen Pingan's sleeves rustle.

It was Zhu Quan who was practicing in Jie Mao, Qinglu Town.

Chen Pingan cupped his fists and said, "Thank you, Master Zhu."

Zhu Quan waved his hand and sat at the stone table. He saw the wine bottle on the table and waved, "If you are sincere, please quickly treat me to a bottle of wine to satisfy my craving."

Chen Ping'an sat across from him and took out a pot of rice wine, "It's just hometown rice wine, not the fairy wine from the mountains."

Zhu Quan opened the mud seal, raised his head and took a big sip. After wiping his mouth, he said, "It's a little weak, but at least it's wine, not water."

She glanced at the young man sitting quietly opposite, and asked: "Are you familiar with Pu Gugu? During your previous travels in Guixi Valley, even when you were on the rampage with Yang Ningxing, I never went to see you. I didn't know you. How much power do you have that can make Pu Gu use the sword for you?"

Chen Ping'an shook his head and said: "I'm not familiar with it. To be precise, it's a bit festive. Over at Crow Ridge, I had a conflict with the female ghost from Skinny City, and it was Pu Chun who stopped me from chasing Fan Yunluo. Later, Pu Chun showed up on his own initiative. He came to me once, and when I saw him wearing a green shirt and wielding a sword, I asked him why he didn't covet the sword on my back."

Zhu Quan said that the rice wine was bland, but he drank a lot. He quickly reached the bottom, slammed the wine bottle on the table, and asked: "What do you mean by Pu Guan?"

Chen Pingan smiled but said nothing.

Zhu Quan sighed, are these two really the same thing?

What, you wear a green shirt, you use that sword, and then you become something great?

But Zhu Quan glanced at the jug. Forget it, he had already drank other people’s wine, so he had to be more polite. Besides, any foreign man with that shit like Jiang Shangzhen in front of him was just a flower in Zhu Quan’s eyes. A generally good man. What's more, the young man in front of him used "Da Li Piyun Mountain Chen Ping'an" as his opening words. Zhu Quan was quite fond of that deal. Zhu Quan had naturally heard of Pei Yun Mountain, and even the Da Li Beiyue She had heard about the god Wei Bo several times, but there was nothing she could do about it. The Pima Sect's way of making money in other continents depended on that cross-continent ferry. And she also believed the second sentence of the man who called himself Chen Ping'an. The young man said that he owned half of the Niujiaoshan Ferry, so in the next five hundred years, all Pima Zong ferries would dock at the shore without spending a single snowflake. Money, Zhu Quan feels that I can definitely do this long-term transaction without spending a single copper coin! If this spreads out, who would dare to say that her sect leader is a prodigal woman?

But Zhu Quan was still a little frustrated. The guy in front of him looked too much like his nemesis Pu Gu. He smiled and said, "Actually, you are doing something unnecessary. When you found me before, you didn't need to give any conditions at all. As long as it was for the north, don't do it." Even if it’s Jingguan City, I will stop any skeleton that I don’t like. Are you feeling distressed right now? Are you being cautious?”

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Zhu Zongzong is heroic and righteous. This is the style of the Pi Ma Sect. But I am a guest and a junior. I have to be a good person. I still have to have the etiquette I should have."

Zhu Quan rubbed his chin, "The words are nice, but they don't sound good to me."

Chen Pingan took out another pot of wine.

Zhu Quan nodded and said with a smile: "The words may not please my ears, but you are more pleasing to my eyes."

Chen Pingan picked up the unfinished pot of rice wine and drank it slowly.

Zhu Quan glanced at the young man's grinding drinking habits, shook his head, and felt dissatisfied again.

"No need to bring out any more wine."

Zhu Quan finished the second bottle of wine and put the empty wine bottle on the table, "Pugou really pissed off Jingguan City this time, and it won't be easy for him in the future. It's just that this guy never cares about this anyway. Gao Cheng Ye bothered him, let's fight, it won't work if we don't use all our strength, but if we fight to death, we can really kill Pu Gu, but Jingguan City will have to lose some vitality, so it won't work if we don't fight. After all, Gao Cheng this time He has lost all face. First he failed to kill you, and he was held back by Jiang Gouzhi's broken net for a long time. When Gao Cheng returned to Ghost Valley, guess what, he couldn't bear to pull out the broken net that was full of snow money. He was so messed up that he could only hold his nose and put it away. Haha, before Gao Cheng became famous in the Skeleton Beach, he might have been used to doing this kind of thrifty thing. After he became famous, he never thought that this day would come to him! Jiang Shangzhen is such a rotten maggot, a black-hearted and a pervert. , I can actually do one good thing in this life."

Zhu Quan felt so happy that he couldn't stop laughing, so he naturally stretched out his hand.

Chen Pingan sighed inwardly, took out the third pot of rice wine and put it on the table.

Zhu Quan started drinking, probably because he thought it would be unreasonable to ask for drinks again, so he also started drinking in small sips to save himself.

As expected, it was the Lord of Jingguan City.

The most powerful heroic spirit in Ghost Valley.

When Chen Ping'an was determined to escape from the Ghost Valley, he also made some speculations. He carefully screened all the Nascent Soul ghosts recorded in the "Anxiety Collection" in the north. Gao Cheng of Jingguan City naturally also thought of it, but felt that it was possible. It’s not big, because it’s like the two masters at Pu’an in Bailong City, or Da Yuan Yue Temple and Xiao Xuan Du Guan who pass through the gate in Taolin. The higher the realm, the higher the vision. Chen Ping’an is on the bank of the Heihe River. The sentence "To achieve this result, you must have this intention" actually has a wide range of application, except for wild cultivators, and there are so many accidents in the world that nothing is inevitable. Therefore, even if Chen Pingan felt that Yang Ningxing's so-called spying from the north was the least likely to happen to Gao Cheng in Jingguan City, Chen Pingan was a person accustomed to imagining the worst, so he directly regarded Gao Cheng as his imaginary enemy!

Otherwise, Chen Ping'an is already in Qinglu Town, and Zhu Quan, the leader of the Pima Sect, is practicing cultivation just a few steps away. How else would he need to spend two golden shukuchi charms to break through the sky and leave the Ghost Valley? And before that, he began to believe that Qinglu Town contained spies in Jingguan City, and deliberately made an extra trip to Tongshi City. This self-rescue situation has really begun to work quietly since the little summer coin was thrown to the ghost general who guarded Tongfen City.

In fact, deep in Chen Ping'an's heart, he has barely found a hidden line, a context.

On this line, there will be many key nodes, such as the cliff chain bridge, where Yang Ningxing expressed his feelings.

On the bank of the Black River, the old monk looked towards the other side. The Buddha sang and said something seemingly casually, "Return to the other side."

After entering Qinglu Town, which is said to be the most stable in Ghost Valley, I was unable to write a talisman. It was extremely rare to be so restless that I couldn't even set up a stake in the sword furnace.

If you push it further, you can see Tu Fuyuan, the goddess of heaven in the mural city. The goddess riding a deer walks out of the scroll, goes to the ferry of the Swaying River, and turns into an old woman to test herself.

Mural City can be said to be Chen Ping'an's first stop in Luzhou, Beiju!

Yang Ningxing refined the pure evil thoughts into mustard seeds. The scholar once said unintentionally at the waterside temple that he had never defeated Chen Pingan.

Things in this world have always been interdependent in blessing and misfortune.

Chen Ping'an felt deeply about this.

What will be the consequences if the mind is blindly immersed in the endless blessings?

At this moment, even though Chen Ping'an was far away from the Ghost Valley and was in Pima Zong Muyi Mountain, he still felt a little scared.

Just imagine, if you become a baggage owner in Tongshou City, you will naturally continue to travel north, because there were many storms along the way, but there were no dangers. But he has good luck one after another, earning a little here and a little there. In the end, the Goddess Riding a Deer has nothing to do with him, the Thunder Pond of Jixiao Mountain has nothing to do with him, and the good fortune of Baojing Mountain still has nothing to do with him. He, Chen Pingan, seems to be relying on his own prudence. , plus "a little bit of luck", this seems to be the state that Chen Ping'an would find most comfortable and least dangerous.

Chen Ping'an narrowed his eyes and drank the rice wine in the pot in one gulp.

Zhu Quan glanced at the long sword that Chen Ping'an was carrying on his back, and shook his head slightly, feeling that it probably wasn't this thing. Although Gao Cheng of Jingguan City was the enemy of the entire Pima Sect, all the leaders of the Pima Sect had recognized it. This co-master of the Ghost Valley Heroic Spirits is not bad in terms of cultivation or ambition. He can be called a hero among ghosts. Therefore, even if the young man really carried a semi-immortal weapon on his back, Gao Cheng would not be so coveted, let alone so angry. Zhu Quan rarely thought before speaking, and after thinking about the words, he said: "Why are you It will attract Gao Cheng's attention. I don't ask, and you don't have to take the initiative to say it. This is a grudge between you. Of course, fighting Gao Cheng and Jingguan City has always been our duty as monks of the Pima Sect. There is no grudge between life and death. You don’t need to feel that you have to get involved in the future just because you escaped this time and were hiding from disaster in Muyi Mountain. Doing a favor to repay a favor or something like that is not necessary. Neither you nor I need to do this. Be polite."

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "Okay."

Zhu Quan smiled and said, "Good boy, you're very welcome."