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This building boat going to Qingluan Kingdom was built by Mohist mechanism masters who make a living from it. It is not surprising among the many ferry boats in the old dragon city. The rare goods in the northern part of the continent and the southern part of Tongyezhou are just the goods in the hands of the merchants on this ferry. They are the result of layers of screening by the five surnames in the old dragon city. Spending money is already worth celebrating.

Qingluan Kingdom is well-known in the southeast of Aquarius Island. It is famous for its many Taoist temples and temples. Taoist gods and eminent monks from all walks of life often hold water and land ashrams and Luotian Dajiao here with the support of the imperial court. The green sandalwood rice paper of the Luan Kingdom is extremely famous and sold as far as several continents, making the successive emperors of the Qingluan Kingdom one of the richest kings in the southeastern territory of Aquarius Continent. Moreover, the Buddhist school in Aquarius Continent is not prosperous, and the number of temples in Qingluan Kingdom is the largest. In Jueyizhou, Sanskrit sounds are lingering, and the walls are full of beautiful articles written by sages, writers, and poets, and they have attracted countless literati and poets to travel to Qingluan Kingdom.

In a room with bright windows on the top floor of the ferry, Chen Ping'an was flipping through a book written by a literati about the landscapes of Qingluan Kingdom.

Chen Pingan reads, Pei Qian copies.

Difficulties in the world are difficult at the beginning, and as time goes by, habits become natural, so it is not difficult or easy.This is the case with Pei Qian, reading and copying books has become a daily habit, even if Chen Pingan does not supervise, he will persist every day.It's just that Chen Pingan also knew that if he was not by her side for a long time, Pei Qian's matter of copying books would be ruined, and he would feel guilty for two or three days at most, and then went wild.

Chen Pingan divided the pot of Yuanying Laojiao Jindan's small refining wine into five parts, and gave one to each of the four picture scrolls.Sui You is now at the seventh level of Golden Body Realm, and with the magic sword in his hand, the killing power is actually not small, especially the kind of qi trainers who are under the earth immortal, once they get close by her Ten feet, may not be her all-in-one enemy.Zhu Lian's bottleneck was loosened, and the signs were clear. Following Sui right, he was the second to set foot in the three realms of martial arts refining gods, and he was very close at hand.

Wei Xian and Lu Baixiang have no possibility of breaking through the realm for the time being, but after Zheng Dafeng's feeding fist and the death battle outside the old dragon city, they raised the peak of the six realms a little higher.

The four people in the picture scroll are not ordinary warriors of the seventh and sixth realms.

Going north on Aquarius Continent, as long as you don't meet a frantic upper five-level monk, even if you are confronting a Nascent Soul Earth Immortal other than a sword cultivator, you can't say that you can retreat unscathed. There must be no shortage, as long as Wei Xian and the others are willing to die, maybe Chen Ping'an can still win miserably.

After the Battle of the Old Dragon City, what Chen Pingan regretted the most was the cyan-colored Town Sword Talisman, written by Zhong Kui with a small snow cone, and given to Zheng Dafeng. This half-immortal soldier "Sword Immortal", because Fu Qi, the lord of the old dragon city, is not a sword cultivator, and this sword is not a natal object, so on the dragon platform, Zheng Dafeng used the sword-suppressing talisman to detain the sword, even if he could not After going on for too long, Fu Qi admitted defeat.

If he had a sword-suppressing talisman in his body, he would meet the murderous sword cultivator Yuanying. Instead of being too afraid, Chen Pingan could catch him by surprise and catch the opponent by surprise.

But these gains and losses are not enough to make Chen Pingan so haunting and hard to let go.

What really made Chen Pingan feel lost was this talisman, which was one of the last two talismans written by Zhong Kui as a gentleman and a man in the world.

Compared with the cross-continental ferries that Chen Pingan had taken and seen, the ferry under his feet was really small and pocket-sized, and he could only stand at the window to enjoy the scenery without a viewing platform.

After Pei Qian finished writing, Chen Ping checked it carefully, and found that there was no sloppy handling of the words that needed to be rewritten, so he began to take her to practice six-step walking, at least two hours a day.

In the past, Chen Pingan didn't think that practicing walking piles was so boring and labor-intensive. It was not until Pei Qian practiced that he realized that the punching piles of Shaking Mountain Fist are really simple, but if he wants to practice 100 million It is not easy, both physically and mentally.Even if Chen Pingan would pay attention to Pei Qian's shortness of breath and surplus of physical strength, Pei Qian would sweat profusely every time, his forehead hair would be clumped together, and his face would be pale. Although he didn't dare to complain, Chen Ping was watching the dark There was no smile on the little face, or when he walked step by step, his thin body trembled involuntarily. Although Chen Pingan remained expressionless, he looked distressed.

On the first day, relying on the excitement of the newborn calf, Pei Qian insisted on walking for two hours. In the end, Chen Pingan went to the next room with his back on his back. The next day, he fell to the ground with cramps. The energy of the whole person was gone, so Chen Pingan didn't insist on two hours. In the next few days, he kept fighting for one hour, just a little longer each time.

Only then did Pei Qian grit his teeth and persisted.

At first Zhu Lian was sneering and sarcastic, Xiao Heitan still had the strength to stare, but then she really didn't have the heart to fight for justice with Zhu Lian.

Ten days later, after going through the hardest part of the journey, Pei Qian had a smile on his face, and when he walked, he began to swagger with Pei Qian's gold-lettered signboard, or just jump up and down, what will Zhu Lian say? Young Master, this old slave thinks that Pei Qian has excellent aptitude for practicing martial arts, and when he is working hard on his body, his muscles and bones will suffer more, so that his vitality will be strong, so he might as well walk for two hours a day." Pei Qian can already continue to stare at the bastard words .

On this day, after practicing walking piles, one big and one small, opened the window, and practiced sword furnace standing piles. Pei Qian was short and could only face the wall and think about her mistakes. After Chen Pingan agreed, she stepped on a chair, just enough to follow Chen Pingan looked at the sea of ​​clouds outside the window together.

Chen Pingan said softly: "Believe that all hardships will be rewarded."

Pei Qian is now practicing sword furnace stakes, just for show, with very little effect. Chen Pingan is also a little surprised about this. After asking Sui Youyou and others, he couldn't find out why.

After another day of suffering, Pei Qianzheng was secretly enjoying himself. Thinking of something, he turned his head full of longing and said, "Can I have a sword when I travel around in the rivers and lakes? It's better to be like Xiaobai again. With a knife hanging around my waist, I must have gained a lot of strength at that time, not too much, not too heavy."

Chen Ping nodded with a smile and said: "As long as you don't be lazy, I can promise you now that you will go to the rivers and lakes alone one day in the future, and I will definitely give you a sword and a knife in the future."

Pei Qian was a little shy, and said in a low voice: "I actually thought about it. If I have my own sword in the future, I will hang it on the same side of my waist. I have even chosen a name for this posture of hanging the sword and hanging the knife. Master, do you want to listen?"

Chen Ping smiled and said, "Tell me about it."

I, Chen Pingan, have always been very good at picking names.

For example, the 15th day of junior high school, such as subduing demons and eliminating demons.

Pei Qian said quietly: "It's called Daojiancuo, because it hangs on the waist in a crossed way, master, what do you think?"

Chen Ping smiled and said, "Very good."

Pei Qian's eyes turned into crescents with a smile, and stretched out two fingers, sticking them together, "I'm very happy to have this sword carried by Master so easily."

Chen Pingan leaned on the window, turned his head and smiled and said: "Turn around when the ferry docks, we still follow the old rules. We travel around the Qingluan Kingdom on foot. When we see a bamboo forest by the roadside, I will pick some older bamboos and make them for you." Two bamboo knives and bamboo swords, if you don't dislike them, you can hang them first."

Pei Qian said in a loud voice: "It's made lighter and smaller, so it's not heavy to hang on the body."

Chen Pingan agreed with a smile, looked at the sea of ​​clouds, and asked casually, "Then what about the trekking stick?"

Pei Qian said without hesitation: "It is the number one under my command. Well, it has traveled so far with me, but I am not willing to throw it away casually. I allow it to be disarmed and returned to the farmland, and to have grandchildren. I will ask Old Wei for advice later. What kind of official title should be awarded to it?"

Dropped a big bag of acid teeth book bag.

But Chen Pingan nodded in approval, and said softly: "That's right."

In the old dragon city, at the Dusty Pharmacy, Zheng Dafeng actually had nothing to clean up and salute, except for a change of clothes, only the old cigarette stick needs to be brought with him.

It seems that this slovenly man, whether he watched the wooden fence break down in Lizhu Cave, or came here, has always been like this in his life, there is nothing that must be picked up, and there is nothing that cannot be put down.

Tomorrow, he will take the ferry of the Fu family and return to Longquan County of the Great Li Dynasty. On the last day, Zheng Dafeng took a bench and sat under the old locust tree.

The old man surnamed Xun had already left, saying that he was going to meet a friend at the Invincible God Fist Gang.

Yesterday Li Er returned to Old Dragon City, and Fu Qi came quickly with his eldest son Fu Donghai. Fu Qi's meaning was very clear. Mr. Er punched and broke Fu Donghai's Changsheng Bridge. From then on, the Fu family took care of Fu Donghai as a disabled person.

Zheng Dafeng smiled and asked Fu Qi, why didn't he bring Fu Donghai, who had broken the Changsheng Bridge, to the pharmacy, wouldn't it be more sincere.

Fu Qi was speechless.

Fu Donghai's bones were considered hard, not only did he not beg for mercy, but he made a few provocative words, as if Li Er didn't punch Fu Donghai and made Fu Donghai feel uncomfortable.

Zheng Dafeng looked tired at the time, sitting in the yard smoking dry tobacco.

The old man had obviously already made deals with the Dali Dynasty and the Fu family's Fan family.

That Fan Junmao could become the second Mountain God of the Great Li Dynasty after the Northern Mountain God Wei Bo when the horseshoes of the Song family's iron cavalry stepped on the shore of the South China Sea in the old dragon city.

And the price the old man paid was nothing more than Zheng Dafeng's Nine Realm cultivation base.

Zheng Dafeng knew that the matter was over.

Zheng Dafeng thought for a while, and said that's it, the future will be long, and the water will flow forever.

Fu Qi breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to take Fu Donghai back home, but Li Eryi punched Fu Donghai in the heart.

The Longevity Bridge was not only broken, but also shattered to the point where the gods couldn't save it.

Li Er didn't look at Fu Donghai, but stared at Fu Qi calmly, "I think as a father, you should stand up for your son."

Fu Qi helped up his eldest son Fu Donghai, who had fallen to the ground. Without any anger on his face, he smiled and said, "Finally, Mr. Li Er let out such a bad breath. This trip is worthwhile. As Mr. Zheng said, the future is long, and the water will flow forever." .”

"Oh"

Li Erxiao asked: "Otherwise, you can show me a way to go to the Patriarch Hall of the Fu Family."

Fu Qi, who was good at nourishing Qi, turned pale instantly.

Zheng Dafeng said: "Li Er, it's alright."

After Fu Qi took Fu Donghai away, Li Er quickly left Laolong City.

Today, under the locust tree, Zheng Dafeng basked in the warm early spring sun alone, wearing a comfortable padded jacket that Pei Qian and the others helped to buy.

The girl whom I haven’t seen for a long time probably ate well during the Chinese New Year, her cheeks and body seemed to be more plump, she was not like before, just wandering around in front of Zheng Dafeng, this time she approached boldly Zheng Dafeng asked shyly, "Master Zheng, is the shop hiring?"

Zheng Dafeng smiled and shook his head, "No more, I will go back to my hometown tomorrow, it is too difficult to make a living in your old dragon city."

Although this girl is ridiculously fat, she has a soft and waxy voice, which is particularly pleasant. Her face is full of disappointment, "Are you coming back?"

Zheng Dafeng shook his head, "I won't go back."

She was surprised and said: "Don't tell me it's an old house built by your ancestors, what about the shop?"

Zheng Dafeng couldn't help laughing and said: "It's empty. It's a dusty drug store, it's not normal to eat ashes."

She blushed slightly, "Otherwise, give me the key and I'll clean it for you. The house is not popular, and it's easy to break down quickly. What a pity."

Zheng Dafeng waved his hand and said, "No need, no need, really no need, thank you girl."

Zheng Dafeng took a look at the sky and saw the sun, but said that it was getting late and he had to go back to pack his luggage.The girl bit her lip, looked at the hunchbacked man who was running away carrying a bench, and suddenly asked, "Shopkeeper Zheng, don't you want to ask me what my last name is?"

Zheng Dafeng didn't have the cheek to pretend to be deaf, so he had to stop and turn his head, "Dare to ask what is the girl's last name?"

The girl smiled, "I love ginger, so my surname is Jiang."

Zheng Dafeng was stunned.

how should i answer this

Just looking at the previous times when she walked up and down but couldn't speak, she knew that this girl had a gentle temperament without entanglement, and today was no exception. She turned sideways and gave a blessing, "I hope shopkeeper Zheng has a smooth journey .”

Zheng Dafeng smiled and waved to bid her farewell.

is a good girl.

In the night of this day, in the northern suburbs outside the Old Dragon City.

A small brand-new grave mound, with a few pieces of bright red hanging paper pressed by small stones on the small grave.

The rickety man squatted in front of the grave, burned a book, and then placed ten small oil lamps in front of the grave. The lamps inside were painted black and exuded a sinister aura, but they had no wicks.

how does this light up

A yin god appeared out of nowhere, pointed at the oil lamps again and again, and the ten oil lamps were lit up one by one. Upon closer inspection, the wicks, which were more than an inch high, were extremely strange and frightening. It seems that he is enduring the great suffering and pain that burns his soul, like muscles melting into lamp oil bit by bit.

The wicks of the ten lamps are the three souls and seven souls of a certain person.

The body is still there.

However, the souls have been detained one by one by this yin god with vicious methods.

The man was indifferent to this, but squatted over there, and said softly to the grave: "I'm afraid you will feel intrusive and frightened when you look at it. I'll wait until the lights go out before leaving."

In the night, at the side of Sun's ancestral house, Sun Jiashu walked alone along the river bank.

Even though the ancestor of the Sun family is already a Nascent Soul Earth Immortal, he still sighs and regrets these days.

On the contrary, it was Sun Jiashu who comforted the old ancestors, this kind of good luck, if I got it, I lost my life, just think that the Sun family really didn't have such partial fortune.

A young son with a face like a crown of jade appeared next to Sun Jiashu, silently, even the ancestor of the Sun family and the three Jindan priests did not notice the slightest ripple of energy.

When Sun Jiashu saw this expert who had helped him untie his knots before, he immediately bowed and said, "Greetings, Mr. Fan."

In designing Chen Ping'an, Sun Jiashu not only almost made enemies with Chen Ping'an, but also almost lost Liu Baqiao, a close friend.

It was this worldly expert in front of him who did not know his age from several hundred to one thousand years old, who found Sun Jiashu who was in a state of desperation, said some words, pointed out the maze, and made Sun Jiashu's hut suddenly open.

"Walking on the road, you can still make a lot of achievements, but you just stumbled over a certain stone, fell hard, and suffered a lot, which shows that you are on the wrong road."

"Chen Ping's road is very good, which can explain the road you, Sun Jiashu, are not either one or the other, so naive, what kind of calculations and business are you doing?"

"No matter how good other people's avenues are, they are also other people's roads. You may as well bury your head in doing things, but ask about the hard work and not the harvest. It is enough to raise your head occasionally and look left and right at the scenery of the people on other roads."

Good words of gold and jade are hard to buy.

That "high man" who looked younger than Sun Jiashu only said that his surname was Fan, but he had almost nothing to do with the old Dragon City Fan family.

Relying on his intuition, Sun Jiashu firmly believed in this.

This person smiled and said: "In fact, there are only three families in the old dragon city. Fu Qi, or the Fu family of Wang Zhu, and Fan Junmao, can also be said to be the Fan family of the old god. The last family is half of your Sun family. The rest of Ding Fanghou together account for roughly half. This time going north, there is a long way to go, and we will continue to work hard."

Sun Jiashu nodded and said, "My Sun family will definitely not miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

The man smiled, "It's a once-in-a-thousand-year chance."

Sun Jiashu was a little dazed, besides chewing on the deep meaning of this sentence, he also thought of seeing off Chen Ping secretly that day.

The young man in a white robe with a long sword on his back seemed to see himself from behind the crowd after the ferry lifted off.

Instead of turning a blind eye, he clasped his fists to bid farewell, and finally raised his arms high and stretched out his thumb.

Sun Jiashu smiled slightly.

It was so then, and it is so now.

Inside the palace of a rising dynasty.

A pair of master and apprentice walked between two tall walls. A handsome young man in white stretched out his finger and wiped the wall.

The woman next to him is tall, but she doesn't give people the slightest sense of incoordination and bulkiness.

While walking, she was breathless.

There is no spiritual aura of unity of nature and man like a Qi practitioner, no guru's aura of a pure martial artist, and even no breath of ordinary people.

The tall woman who had been hanging her sword around her waist but had no scabbard just found a seemingly plain green bamboo scabbard for her saber that had been sharpened in the thunder pool of the inverted mountain a few days ago.

It was hard-earned from Aquarius Continent by one of her subordinates.

The young man, who looked like a god from a distance or up close, smiled and asked, "Master, did you buy it or rob it?"

The woman said indifferently: "I heard that I bought it."

The young man sighed and said, "That's forced buying."

The woman smiled and said, "If you think this is wrong, you can fight with him."

The young man said helplessly: "I, Cao Ci, am a martial artist of the fifth realm now, how can I fight him?"

The woman stopped, "The word strongest is missing."

Cao Ci thought for a while, wiped the ground with his toe, drew two short lines on the left and right ends, raised his toe, and pointed to the line on the left, "Just talk about the five realms, the ordinary genius martial artist in the world is here. "

The toes moved to the right, "I, Cao Ci, are here."

Then he nodded in the middle of the two, "Besides me, the most outstanding five-level genius in Middle-earth Shenzhou is probably here."

The tall woman didn't feel that her disciple was young and arrogant, and underestimated his peers. In fact, she felt that Cao Ci's words were too polite.

Cao Ci suddenly squatted down, stretched out a finger, clicked on the line in the middle, and moved slightly towards his own line, "I think that guy, after I broke through, his fifth level can go to here."

The woman looked down at the location Cao Ci had drawn with her finger, nodded in approval and said, "It should be about the same."

While the master and apprentice were standing and squatting, chatting about martial arts.

In the distance, eunuch No. 1 of this great dynasty, a eunuch who is expected to enter the fairyland, is leading a group of bright red pythons and big dimples to this side. After seeing the two, they stopped. Standing respectfully, no one dared to take a breath.

The ferry arrived at the ferry on the border of Qingluan Kingdom. Chen Pingan and his party walked on the bustling street at the ferry. For some reason, no matter whether they were Qi practitioners or pure martial artists, they would take the initiative to make a detour. The higher the level, the better the eyesight. The monks, and the more experienced martial arts masters in the three realms of Qi refining, the more clearly they feel an invisible pressure.

A beautiful woman with a sword in her hand, a tall man with a narrow knife hanging from her waist, a crooked and smiling old man, and a short, dull man in hardcover.

Neither is easy.

But for some reason, a Golden Core cultivator who hides his aura in the crowd feels that the combined aura of these four people seems to be inferior to that young man with a sword on his back who is obviously injured.

The stars arch the moon.