Sword comes

Li Sheng, Ya Sheng, and Old Scholar, the three saints returned to the Confucian Temple to participate in the discussion, which made the atmosphere that had gradually relaxed a little bit, and suddenly became dignified again, making some monks who wanted to go out to drink and chat, stay in order. next discussion.

The old scholar sat upright, waited for a long time, but did not hear a congratulatory sound, he was a little puzzled, he said that people go to the tea to cool, only to see the warmth and warmth of human relations, the coldness of the world, how can the cold stove start again? , and no one said?In the Confucian Temple to restore the status of accompanying saints, I am not happy with things but not sad with myself, but that is not the reason for you not to fart, bullying Mr. Haohao, and burying honest people?

The old master Fu saw the virtue of the old scholar who cared about himself, so he smiled and explained to the old scholar the general changes in the Confucian Temple. Yunbian, Lantai, Hulian, Chunsou and Tongli, a total of five academies Well, these mountain chiefs all lost their titles and caused a commotion. Among them, the youngest mountain chief Chunsou openly questioned Li Sheng, and in the end they were all sent out by A Liangli.So at the moment, everyone's voices and words are more cautious.

The old scholar sighed in admiration, the tiger father has no dogs.

Yasheng took out a book from a large stack of books on the desk, looked at the position that had just been replaced by a young hermit official, and felt a little helpless. Is it just so homeless?

With a flash of golden light, Jing Sheng Xiping at the gate stretched out his hand to catch it. It was a page of a book, and he got a private letter from the sages accompanying the sacrificial sages at the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Li Sheng put down a geography brochure that had just been delivered from elsewhere, and said, "Ah Liang and Qing Mi have already arrived at the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and it seems that they want to join hands and go all the way south first."

After finishing this matter, Li Sheng said with a smile: "You continue to discuss."

Yasheng frowned slightly.

Li Sheng said to Ya Sheng with his heartfelt voice: "Ah Liang took Feng Xuetao to the Shiwan Mountain first, and set up a stove there. If it is a hot pot, you can drink. I have it all over the world."

Yasheng put his hand on his forehead.

After Lu Zhi heard about this, he asked, "This wild cultivator Qingmi, who hides his head and tail, just got slashed a few times, and then immediately changed his nature to become a hero?"

Qi Tingji said with a smile: "It must have been driven by A Liang to put the duck on the shelves, so I can't help Qing Mi not agreeing."

Left and right said: "This green secret has a good escape method, and his combat power is a bit higher than that of Jinghao. With Ah Liang leading the way, it is difficult for them to fall into a siege in the wild world."

Killing A Liang is the most troublesome.

This is already the consensus of Haoran Tianxia and Wild Desolation Tianxia.

Catch and fight, but if you can't beat them, you really have to team up to chase and intercept them. Even if a siege finally forms, A Liang likes it the most, and he might be singled out by him.

However, Ah Liang's trip is obviously to take such a follower as Qing Mi, and kill through the wild world in one go, and the danger is inevitable during the trip.

Chen Pingan said: "Ah Liang wants to use his own power to disrupt the situation on the barren mountain and catch a few really big fish that are hidden deep for the Confucian Temple."

To really stop A Liang, the wild world must come up with a strong man who can challenge A Liang to each other, such as a peak existence like Liu Cha.

On the stage of the wild world, there are only two [-]th-level people whose identities are disclosed to the public for the time being. Among them, Xiao Yun, even if he meets A Liang, the two sides will definitely not be able to fight, and they can only drink.

Be it Xiao Xuan, the two sword celestials from the lineage of Jiu Yinguan, Zhu'an and Luoshan, plus the great sword celestial Zhang Lu who used to guard the gate in the inverted mountain, the relationship with A Liang is very good.

As for the wild cultivator Qingmi, even if it is in the Ascension Realm, it will be difficult for him to train his mind for a few rounds if he is dragged by A Liang to travel south this time.

Lu Zhi sneered and said, "If he can come back alive, it's not a big deal to touch his legs a few times."

Qi Tingji, Zuo Zuo, and Chen Pingan, the three men who are very clean and self-sufficient in matters of love between men and women, all of them are sensible and silent.

Qi Tingji's Taoist couple on the mountain has only one from beginning to end. After his wife passed away, he has no idea of ​​continuing in this life.In fact, there are quite a few female cultivators in the wild world who admire this handsome old sword fairy, and all of them are in the upper five realms.It seems that as long as Qi Tingji nods and gives them any title, they are willing to betray the wilderness.

As for left and right, needless to say.

And Chen Pingan was famous for not looking sideways at the Great Wall of Sword Qi, as if Ning Yao was the only woman in the world.

While flipping through the booklet, Chen Pingan had the summary results of Mr. Li's room, and at the same time asked Jing Sheng Xiping, humbly asking for knowledge about Poziling.

On the side of the night sailing ship, it is very possible that the broken word order is the way to disembark, and it can become an existence similar to a customs clearance document. If there is a chance to board the ship in the future, there is no need to use the sword to open the way and force disembarkation.

Chen Ping'an has a far-reaching plan for this erratic ferry. If it is determined that the sequelae are not serious, Chen Ping'an even wants to take the initiative to be the lord of the city on the night boat.

Xi Ping said that he would bring Chen Ping a few books from the Wen Temple collection, but the books could not be brought out of the Forest of Merit, and had to be returned immediately after reading.Because of these few books, the Confucian Temple can only read them according to the regulations of the accompanying sages and the head of the Academy, but since the Li Sheng personally allowed it, it can be considered as appropriate, but it should not be too illegal.Chen Pingan was puzzled, but did not ask further.

Xiping seemed to have guessed what Chen Ping'an was thinking, and he took the initiative to explain that in order to master the Confucian supernatural power of Poziling, he had to first learn the borrowing method of the gentlemen and sages in the Academy.

After Chen Pingan heard about it, he first thanked the scripture student Xiping, and then brazenly asked him for a set of handwritten scriptures, saying that he asked for it for his student Cao Qinglang, because he missed the student's coronation ceremony. If it can be supplemented with the hand-copied secret version of Shi Jing, Cao Qinglang will definitely cherish it again and again.

Xi Ping smiled and said, "I do have two sets of manuscript scriptures in my collection. They are quite old and in good condition, but it's not easy for scholars to copy."

Chen Pingan immediately said: "According to the current market price of Confucian Temple scriptures, the most expensive one, double it."

At the gate, Xi Ping turned his head, glanced at the sincere young official, smiled and said nothing, neither nodded in agreement nor shook his head in rejection.

I heard that on the Sword Qi Great Wall, no one can make money from Chen Pingan?

After pieces of Xiping stone scriptures were erected at the entrance of the Confucian Temple, later generations copied the scriptures and used them as a means of making a living. Most of them were children of the Han nationality who had not yet been famous in the imperial examinations. Generally, they could not earn much money. Those who travel here to study and earn travel expenses to return home, even if someone writes extremely beautiful and skillful lowercase script, they will ask for more than ten taels of silver.

So if the price doubles again, where can it go?

A set of hand-copied secret editions of Xiping's scriptures by Jing Sheng Xiping, Mr. Yinguan bought it for 30 taels of silver?

Xi Ping laughed suddenly, "Okay, sell one set and get two free, the total price is a snowflake for you. It's not easy to earn hundreds of taels of silver from Mr. Yinguan."

Chen Pingan asked tentatively: "At least there is one set, Mr. Xiping wrote it himself, right?"

Xiping nodded, turned around and left, copying books.

Master Huolong clicked his tongue and said in amazement: "Chen Ping'an, you have done business like Jingsheng Xiping? Yes, yes, then you should also know that Shan Feng is also a person who likes to read, huh?"

Chen Ping was heartbroken and said: "Senior, why didn't you say it earlier, otherwise, even if the younger generation is pissed off, I will talk to Mr. Xiping and buy two sets."

Master Huolong immediately got up and went to look for Jingsheng Xiping, seeing that Chen Ping'an was terrified and dared not stop him.

Huolong Daoist walked out of the Confucian Temple, quickly followed Xiping, hooked his shoulders, and said that that kid Chen Pingan regretted it temporarily, thinking that the opportunity was rare, and one set was not enough, good boy, the lion opened his mouth, and asked you for three sets in one go Hand-copied scriptures, at the beginning there were five sets, it was a poor way of speaking, and I advised that boy to be content with his life and not to bother Mr. Xiping too much.

Jing Sheng Xiping gently pushed the old man's hand away, and said with a smile: "Then I will copy two more sets, the price negotiated before remains the same, but the extra two sets will be counted as a small sum of money."

Daoist Huolong caressed his beard and smiled, striding back to the Confucian Temple, and when he reached the steps, he slowed down and crossed the threshold. Pindao can be said to have sold out his old face, so he asked for an extra set for you."

Chen Ping smiled awkwardly, what else could he do, just nodded his thanks.

Master Huolong seemed to remember something, and said: "However, the extra set is worth one grain rain coin. At first glance, the price seems to be a bit expensive, but you must know, Mr. Xiping at the Confucian Temple, but Those who have never socialized with anyone, how many sages of Confucian temples are equally desperate, so I have never heard of any set of "Xiping Authentic Works" in Haoran Tianxia, ​​​​you have made a lot of money with a grain rain. If you don’t If you’re willing to pay this money, that’s all, Pindao will help you out?”

Chen Pingan said: "No, no, no, even though I just spent a lot of money at Baozhai on Yingwu Island, and bought a ferry with Xuanmi Dynasty, I spent all my savings and owed a whole lot of debt, but a grain of rain Money, this junior gritted his teeth and could still afford it."

Master Huolong raised his eyebrows, "The ferry, the cross-continental ferry, isn't it? Could it be that wind kite that the poor have been thinking about for hundreds of years, but Lidifeng can't afford it?"

Chen Pingan said bravely, "Mr. Yu didn't mention the name of the ferry."

Master Huolong nodded, "It's a good thing. What does Bodi Peak have to do with Luopo Mountain? If it's your ferry, it's like a poor man. In the future, you kid will expand your business and make it to the gate of Laidi Peak. Help It would be even better to build a fairy family ferry, and Pindao can also avoid the expense of a ferry. It’s a trivial matter, and I will say hello to Yu Xiaopang when I turn back, and Feng Yuan will go from Middle Earth to Aquarius Island All the expenses are not counted by you, there is such a big mysterious dynasty, and Yu Xiaofa is notoriously rich, so he cares about this little rain with you Luobashan, what is it like?"

It’s just that Yu Panshui, who is out of his body and travels far away, and his real body is participating in the discussion in the Confucian Temple, has no reason to feel that something is wrong. Sure enough, in the heart lake, the hearty laughter of Huolong Daoist resounded, "Brother Yu."

Yu Panshui smiled dryly, "Brother Huolong, what's the matter?"

Huolong real person complained: "Brother Yu, you don't pay attention to this person. In the past, the poor Taoist misjudged the person, and he actually regarded you as a good brother who is so righteous."

Yu Panshui raised his hand and wiped the fine sweat that was forcefully forced out of his forehead, "Brother Huolong, what do you say, what did my brother do wrong, I can correct it, and correct it immediately."

Brothers?But let's put it down, before this Confucian Temple discussion, we had never met before.

Daoist Huolong had a heart-to-heart chat with the Supreme Emperor of the Xuanmi Dynasty.

Yu Panshui chicken pecks rice, listens to teachings, if there is something, it will be changed, if not, it will be encouraged.

In the end, Huolong Daoist stroked his beard and smiled, then turned his head and told Chen Pingan that the matter was over. Although it was the first time we met and chatted with Yu Panshui, he was surprisingly easy-going and very reasonable.

It's good that the old man didn't turn his head, but when he turned his head, Yu Panshui became more and more sure of his guess. The old fat man was very sad, his eyes were dull, and he stared at Chen Ping'an in a daze.

What a good, honest and fair gentleman, good, good, the best.Now the Xuanmi Dynasty had to help the repaired Fengyuan ferry all the way to the Niujiaoshan Ferry in Luobashan.Just catch our Xuan Mi and me, Lao Yu, and squeeze the wool hard, but it's hard to squeeze.In the future, if I, Yu Panshui, take the initiative to come to discuss business, I will take your surname.

Chen Pingan didn't dare to argue with Yu Panshui.

Sighing, what should I do, wait until the old master is no longer around, and then explain it clearly to the head of the Yu family.

Mrs. Dandan of Lushuikeng suddenly took the initiative to find Chen Ping'an, and asked softly, "I heard that Bai Ye's fairy sword Taibai, one of the sword tips fell into your hands?"

Chen Pingan didn't hide anything from the new land and water transportation co-owner of Haoran Tianxia, ​​turned slightly sideways, faced the woman, nodded and said: "Senior Qingzhong, it is true."

Mrs. Tan Tan hesitated for a moment, and said straight to the point: "Can I see you?"

The monks on Haoran Mountain actually knew what was written on the gate of Lushuikeng.Everyone knows that this bloated and obese woman admires the most proud Bai Ye in the world.Otherwise, she wouldn't have intercepted two characters from Bai Ye's poem, and finally took the Taoist name of "Qingzhong".

Chen Pingan declined politely: "The tip of the Taibai sword has been refined into the long sword behind this junior."

The implication is that as a sword cultivator, you can never draw your sword out of its sheath, just to let others take a look.

When he thought of the mountain of pearls piled up in Lupo Mountain's treasury, shining brightly and filling the room, Chen Pingan hurriedly added, "If you are lucky enough to be with Senior Qingzhong in the future, , both on the battlefield, this junior will definitely draw his sword."

Mrs. Qingzhong felt a little unhappy, an old man, how uncomfortable.

Chen Ping just pretended not to notice the displeasure of Mrs. Tan Tan.

Left and Right suddenly said, "Any comments?"

Qi Tingji smiled and said, "It seems a bit."

Lu Zhi said in one word: "Oh?"

Mrs. Qingzhong said firmly: "Return to Mr. Zuo, absolutely not!"

again.

First, there are three old Taoist priests including Huolong Daoist, you scare people with each sentence.

Now there are three sword immortals on the left and right.

Always bullying me, a lonely and law-abiding girl, what the hell are you doing.

You guys are really capable, so go find Xiao Xun, a fourteenth-level swordsman in the barren world. Mrs. Tan Dan thinks again, it seems that Mr. Zuo is the one who has caused the most trouble for Xiao Xing in the world, so she foolishly apologized. smiling.

Ignoring Mrs. Tan Tan, who is not low in status and level, but not very courageous, Lu Zhi asked, "How long is the Confucian Temple going to be open for this discussion?"

Qi Tingji said: "When will it end, we don't count if we say it. If you really can't wait, you can drink a pot of wine outside the door first, and then go back to Nanbasuozhou. I will explain it later at the Confucian Temple."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "It's okay for Mr. Lu to run away halfway, but it's better for Lu not to travel far away with his sword at the gate of the Confucian Temple. Let’s return to South Basuo Continent together.”

Qi Tingji nodded.

After all, he and Lu Zhi are not people like Ah Liang who come to the Confucian Temple for dinner.It should be courteous in face, and it should be given to the Confucian Temple.

Lu Zhi thought it was feasible, so he would run away after a drink, take a few more steps and then run with the sword, which is actually no different from the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Lu Zhi put on a show, asked Chen Pingan for a jug of wine and walked towards the gate.

After crossing the threshold, this thin-faced and slender woman was sitting alone on the steps drinking wine. She never expected that someone would follow her and sit down beside Lu Zhi.

It was Mrs. Qingshenshan. She smiled and handed Lu Zhi a pot of mellow and authentic Qingshanshenjiu, and called Mr. Lu.

Lu Zhi quickly drank a jug of wine with her head up, put the jug into her sleeve, took the jug of wine from Mrs. Qingshenshan, lifted the mud seal, sniffed it, and said, "It smells better."

Mrs. Qingshenshan asked: "I heard that Mr. Lu is from Zhongtu?"

Lu Zhi said calmly: "You think so, but I don't think so anyway."

Lu Zhi put the jug in his hand on the steps.

The woman around me is good-looking, but she can't speak.

Mrs. Qingshenshan said with a smile: "I have a direct disciple named Chunqing, a young girl who wants to learn swordsmanship from Mr. Lu. I wonder if Mr. Lu is willing to agree."

Lu Zhi said: "Do you dare to go to the wild world to kill demons and practice swords?"

Madam Qingshenshan nodded and said: "Dare."

Lu Zhi picked up the jug of wine at his feet and asked, "How is the aptitude of pure youth? It's too poor for me to teach."

Mrs. Qingshenshan thought for a while, "No matter what you study, pure aptitude can be considered very good."

Lu Zhi asked: "How is it compared to our hidden officials?"

Mrs. Qingshenshan said helplessly: "Mr. Lu asked such a question, how can we talk about it?"

Lu Zhi said: "I can agree to accepting apprentices. As a reward, it's very simple. I heard that the bamboo in your Qingshen Mountain is good, and my wife will give you some bamboos from Luopo Mountain. I heard from Chen Ping'an that there is a mountain called Piyun Mountain near my hometown. In the place where there is a tiger named Wei, he likes to grow bamboo the most."

Mrs. Qingshenshan agreed, and said with a smile: "My surname is Wei and my name is Bo."

Just talking about Chen Pingan's "helping" to sell wine in Zhuhai Dongtian on the Great Wall of Sword Qi, she is actually willing to give away a few green bamboos for nothing.

It's just that the young hermit kept silent all the time, she couldn't get on the pole to deliver things.

Lu Zhi said: "Ma'am, don't think too much, I have no relationship with Chen Pingan. It's just that Chen Pingan gave half of the credit to me when I left the inverted mountain and killed monsters at sea. It happened that Madam delivered it to the door herself, and I taught swords, and I repaid the favor by the way."

Mrs. Qingshenshan nodded, took a closer look at Lu Zhi, and said with a smile: "No wonder that person thinks Mr. Lu is good-looking. Now I think so too."

Lu Zhi laughed, "Who is that person? Qi Tingji, left and right? It can't be Chen Ping'an."

Mrs. Qingshenshan shook her head and said softly: "It's really difficult to chat with Mr. Lu."

Lu Zhi took a sip of wine, glanced at the beautiful woman beside her, "I think it's more difficult to pretend not to like someone."

Mrs. Qingshenshan asked: "Where is Mr. Lu? So what?"

Lu Zhi shook his head, "No, it's not easy to practice swords, so why make it more difficult and ask for trouble."

In the hometown in her mind, there are really too many men and women. Because of the parting, the one who survived was so sad that he could not be relieved for the rest of his life.

Because of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, there is almost never a parting between life and death. As long as someone leaves, they are destined not to see each other again.

Mrs. Qingshenshan said: "I wish Mr. Lu will break through the bottleneck as soon as possible and enter the Ascension Realm."

Lu Zhi said: "Then I won't be polite, Zhuhai Dongtian will lend me Gu Yu's money again, it will cost money to practice swords, it will be a headache."

Chen Pingan walked out of the gate of the Confucian Temple, hesitating for a long time. He saw Mrs. Qingshenshan walking outside earlier, Chen Pingan felt that the opportunity was rare, so he braved up and planned to talk to the lady of Qingshenshan to see if he could come from the bamboo sea cave. While buying a few bamboos, he naturally has no face to borrow from Qingshen Mountain. After all, the two sides had no love to speak of before, so they should find someone to borrow, from Taoist Nen, from Liu Daochun, from Mrs. Yanyan, whoever it is.

Chen Ping'an clasped his fists and said, "Chen Ping'an, the younger generation, met Mrs. Qingshen."

Both Lu Zhi and Mrs. Qingshenshan stood up, and the latter asked with a smile, "Mr. Chen is looking for me?"

Chen Pingan was a little embarrassed, "This junior wants to buy some Qingshen Mountain bamboos with his wife, but he is too shy to slap his face swollen to look fat, so he must first ask his wife about the price."

Bamboo in the Bamboo Sea Cave is usually given away, and there are very few cases of buying and selling, so there is no market price.However, if it follows the market conditions of Haoran Tianxia outside the Bamboo Sea Cave, Chen Pingan really has no confidence to move back to Luopo Mountain with one or two green bamboos. It is also said that it is the bamboo of Qingshen Mountain, of course it will only be invaluable.Chen Ping still thought that with Lu Zhi present and A Liang not present, it would be easier to discuss with Mrs. Qingshenshan.

Mrs. Qingshenshan glanced at Lu Zhi, who smiled and said, "If the official Yin wants to buy it, then sell it."

It was rare for Chen Pingan to be so polite with Lu Zhi, and he clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, Mr. Lu."

Lu Zhi laughed and said, "You don't need to thank me, you paid for it yourself."

Chen Pingan asked about the prices of various green bamboos, and his heart belonged to those two Lianli bamboos, one Wenqi bamboo, and one Wuyun bamboo.

Two trees were given to Wei Bo's Piyun Mountain, and the other two were kept by the family, and they were given to Xiao Nuanshu and Pei Qian respectively. As long as the water and soil in Luoba Mountain are suitable, they will be planted in their yard.

Of course, it’s not the ancestral bamboos of the Bamboo Sea Cave, you don’t have to think about it, but these green bamboos that have grown on Qingshen Mountain for 6000 years have a high “seniority” in the Bamboo Sea Cave. Therefore, hearing the price given by Mrs. Qingshenshan, Chen Pingan felt that he really dared to slap his face and pretend to be fat.

Looking at the silent young hermit in front of her, is she dumb?

She purposely remained silent for a moment, then said with a smile, "Luoposhan can pay you on credit, but you have to calculate the interest."

But Chen Pingan still didn't dare to agree, a bamboo is worth hundreds of fairy money, grain rain money, grain rain money, it doesn't really rain from the sky, and it can really be turned into money when it falls in the hand.

Especially when he heard that there was interest, Chen Pingan felt very guilty. This time he went out, Yingwuzhou Baozhai had a lot of expenses, and he and Xuanmi bought a ferry, Fengyuan. If he bought these bamboos now, Chen Ping Everyone in Ping An is worried that Wei Wenlong, the God of Wealth, will rebel.

Why, as the owner of the mountain, he finally became the shopkeeper of the hands-off shopkeeper, and then he started to waste money when he was out of the house?

Mrs. Qingshenshan smiled and said: "The interest can be counted on someone's head. He already owes Zhuhai Dongtian a lot of wine money. I believe that Mr. Chen knows a lot about these bamboos. Immortal Master plants and manages properly, every bamboo will be a cash cow, and it is not too much to say that it is a small cornucopia."

Chen Pingan immediately straightened his back, "Your junior is fine. Buy it!"

It's just on credit, and there is no interest, so what are you afraid of.

The big deal is that they didn't mention this matter to Wei Wenlong on Luopo Mountain. When did they earn some private money by relying on Baozhai and pay off the debts by themselves.When the day is really hard to hide, just pull out Cui Dongshan.

She smiled and said, "I'll send someone to Luopo Mountain when I turn back."

Chen Pingan said: "Don't dare to bother Madam like this, you can send it directly to the Yu Clan of the Xuanmi Dynasty, and then there will be a ferry across the continent to the mountain of the younger generation."

Mrs. Qingshenshan is about to return to the Confucian Temple.

Never thought that Chen Pingan would continue to ask: "By the way, ma'am, there are Mangosteen bamboo and Jiquan bamboo, Zifu Shengyun bamboo, Daozhan Laojiu bamboo, what are the prices?"

She stopped and said with a smile: "Mr. Chen's business experience is indeed very good, why don't you just owe the entire Bamboo Sea Cave on credit? It's all negotiable."

Chen Pingan immediately cupped his fists and apologized: "Then the younger generation will not delay Madam's discussion."

They are all poor, otherwise Chen Pingan would just stay away from meeting this ethereal Mrs. Qingshenshan. Talking about money is too vulgar, and there is nothing to talk about without talking about money.

She suddenly changed her mind and sat back on the steps, while Chen Pingan had to sit aside, with a few Lu Zhis between them.

Looking into the distance, she asked softly, "Chen Pingan, what kind of place is the Sword Qi Great Wall?"

Chen Pingan thought for a while and replied: "According to Lin Junbi, it is a place where people can give up their lives."

She asked again, "I want to know what's on your mind."

The young people around him were both scholars, and they were both foreigners from the Great Wall of Sword Qi, but they were all regarded as hometown people by the sword cultivators over there.

Chen Ping scratched his head and didn't say anything, just seeing that Mrs. Qingshenshan didn't seem to leave without waiting for the answer, so he borrowed what Xu Yuanxia said.

It is definitely not a place where filth is hidden, but a place of revenge and hatred.

Anyway, this is what Chen Ping'an said in his heart.

As for the other answer that Chen Pingan didn't say, there is nothing to tell outsiders.

Both myself and my beloved woman were still teenagers.

Ning Yao came to him from the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

He went to the Sword Qi Great Wall to meet Ning Yao.

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Aquarius Island, in the night.

At Bailudu in Zhengyang Mountain, the road is soft and the night wind is cool with the drizzle.

Two when they come, three when they go.

A scholar in blue, a boy in white with a mole between his eyebrows,

There was a girl with sharp eyes beside her, Tingting Niaoyiao, she was helping the boy in white with an umbrella at the moment.

Occasionally, a pair of smart eyes would flash a look of pain.

At this time, the boy in white would gently hold the umbrella handle.

Then the girl's eyes will immediately return to clarity, a pair of moist eyes, with occasional emotions, like spring grass growing in a pond, clear and shallow, you can see the bottom at a glance.

This is the end of Tian Wan's bet with Cui Dongshan.

The bet is that he doesn't need Tian Wan and Chief Zhou to lead the red line, he just needs to let him travel through her heart. Before that, he will give her a few days of effort, close the door with her, and set up many obstacles in the heart. The qi palaces of the major orifices create layers of restrictions. Cui Dongshan's only request is that the bridal sedan chair should not move.If you violate the oath, there will be no Tian Wan in the world.

Jiang Shangzhen said with emotion: "Peanut, peanut, what a good name. Brother Cui really has the true biography of the Mountain Lord."

Cui Dongshan said solemnly: "Of course the name is full of wit and wit, but it doesn't even have half of my husband's skills."

The girl's eyes were resentful, she didn't think the name was so good, it was rustic.

She only knew that she had amnesia, she couldn't remember anything, and the most troublesome thing was that she had to forget everything about yesterday.

As for the two around her, one is her elder brother, and the other is her father and mother.

The belly is the father of the fiancé... who is married.

That's right, the man in the blue shirt looks young, but his temples are frosty and snowy. His real age is definitely not young, but he doesn't look old.Thinking about it again, if my fiancé looks a bit like his father, it probably won't be too bad.

The two of them came to Zhengyang Mountain to seek panacea with an old fairy, just to cure her soul-loss disease, they never thought that they would be shut down at the foot of the mountain, and they didn't even see the face of the fairy on the mountain. A lot of money was wasted, and the family was almost empty.

Jiang Shang asked sincerely: "When did you create another porcelain man? Even your husband and I, are you going to hide it?"

Cui Dongshan grinned and said: "Didn't you bother with Brother Gao before, and just wanted to find him a companion. This happened to be a coincidence, and it just came in handy. It's not that I met Tian Wan, I almost forgot about it."

Jiang Shangzhen turned his head, slowed down his pace, for the first time, with a serious expression on his face, and wanted to seek a definite answer with Cui Dongshan.

Cui Dongshan sighed and nodded, "I know the seriousness. Since the husband is back, he will be in front of him in the future, so naturally I don't need to do this."

Jiang Shangzhen felt relieved, laughed, and said, "That's good. Otherwise, I would give up the chief position, and I would stay far away from Luopo Mountain."

Cui Dongshan patted Jiang Shangzhen on the shoulder, "It's not a long-lost brother, I can't say such heart-warming words at all!"

Jiang Shangzhen said with a smile: "Which one of us brothers will follow."

Cui Dongshan turned his head and said: "Peanut, when you arrive at Luopo Mountain, you will do odd jobs for a few years first. When the time is right in the future, you will be responsible for collecting and summarizing information. In the future, you may also be in charge of Shanshuidibao and Jinghuashuiyue. The responsibility is heavy." , Very human beings are capable of the job, and your boss is only one, of course it is me, your half-brother."

The girl nodded and asked, "My surname is Cui too?"

Cui Dongshan's eyes were kind, and he touched the girl's head, "Can you guess it? The melon seeds in the little head, the aura is really aura, and it is almost catching up with the rice grains."

Jiang Shangzhen squinted his eyes and nodded, "Yes."

Cui Dongshan shook his head and flipped his palms over, "Lilili."

The girl was a little embarrassed, and felt that the two men around her were talking like this, which made people feel awkward.

Fortunately, walking at night at night, I can't meet anyone.

So she started to change the subject, "Brother, is that a quack sect?"

"Well, it must be. It is the most quack-like place in the world. After you go there, you will definitely like it."

"Information or something, I don't understand."

"Learn if you don't understand. Luopo Mountain doesn't support idlers. If you can't learn it, you will spend your whole life selling pastries in Qilong Lane. But you are my sister, so you can be as stupid as you are, and you will definitely learn it once you learn it."

She still wanted to talk, but in her heart she thought selling pastries would be a good idea.

Cui Dongshan knocked a chestnut and taught, "Don't always interrupt."

"Also, remember, remember, if there is an old girl named Changshou on the mountain who wants to ask you for information, you should follow her a little bit, and just look at it. That sister is old, has a bad temper, and is in charge Don't be as knowledgeable as her about our family's money bag, our brothers and sisters."

She nodded vigorously, "Understood."

Cui Dongshan smiled and touched her head.

Luobashan Zhanglu has a long life, and in the future, Peanut and the little mute picked up by Pei Qian will be her right-hand man.

One is cruel and the other is merciless.

It will be the two shadows hiding in the shade of the trees in Luobashan, who work hard and only do dirty work.

The premise, of course, is that the husband is willing to agree to this matter.

This is an unwritten rule of Luoba Mountain, no one has to go against their will, everything is easy to discuss.

Cui Dongshan hopes that this rule can last for hundreds of thousands of years on Luopi Mountain.

"If you don't stop, chaos will arise. If you don't kill, you will be a big thief."

Jiang Shang laughed sincerely: "On this matter, I will help you talk to Chen Pingan. If it doesn't make sense once, just talk a few more times until it annoys him."

When Chief Zhou called Chen Pingan by his first name, he must be talking about something seriously.

For example, in dealing with things like Ouhua Blessed Land and Fox Country, the general direction of Luobashan is right, but there are many flaws.

It's just that I haven't picked up the chief enshrined seat at that time, so I'm not in a hurry to check for omissions and fill in the vacancies.What's more, for some small truths, it's better to talk about them later than later, because they can be more targeted, discuss things as they are, and change small mistakes into big ones.

The three of them walked to the shore of the ferry and waited for the ferry boat. In the middle of the night, there were only a few monks on the shore, so they probably glanced at the three of them and stopped looking.

Cui Dongshan blinked, and asked with a smile: "Chairman Zhou, such a beautiful day, a beautiful friend and a beautiful woman, you are amazingly talented, so you don't have any poetic interest? Maybe I have some inspiration."

Jiang Shangzhen coughed, walked slowly at the ferry crossing with an umbrella, pondered for a moment, his eyes lit up, and there it was, "I saw a swing outside the wall, echoing with thin waist and limbs, slender and flat with clouds. The giggling sound of Lang turned his head up, and he called the little girl from outside the wall foolishly." name."

Cui Dongshan gave a thumbs up, "It's amazing."

The girl suddenly raised a hand and put the back of her hand against her forehead.

For no reason, he remembered a series of past events.

Her family came from a local prefect in a small vassal country, her father was full of poetry and books, and her mother was a lady from a great family, who was an enviable marriage. Her father had smooth sailing in his early years. He was transferred to the local area as the general judge of the county and county, and was promoted to the magistrate of the state.It's just that the official career was ups and downs, and he was framed by his colleagues. He lost his official position and returned to his hometown. In a hometown of Fenyang, he served as a lecturer in an academy.

I never thought that my father would be ranked in the center of the official circles, put pressure on the local government, and was squeezed out so badly that he couldn't even stay in the academy.So much so that even my elder brother couldn't take the imperial examination, so he had to seek refuge away from his hometown and find a school on the mountain to rely on.After getting the letter from the family, as soon as she heard that she was suffering from soul-loss disease, she immediately worked tirelessly to find her at home, and relying on the connections of her future husband-in-law and father, the three of them traveled thousands of miles together, and finally came to this place. The fairy mountain of the leader of a continent is looking for a respected and respected old fairy teacher who is called "Moving Mountain Patriarch" on the mountain...

The girl broke down in sobs, turned her head and said in a trembling voice, "Brother."

Cui Dongshan rolled his eyes and said: "Shut up, don't bother me all the time, the frozen bird must be silent."

The girl fell silent for a moment.

Cui Dongshan was squatting on the shore, the girl only had to bend her waist to hold an umbrella, and when she heard this brother who was dependent on each other, it seemed as if he was reciting a poem about wandering immortals by himself.

The emperor's residence is in Zhen, and Longde is in spring.The immortal Bi travels to the Changchun Palace, and rides a white dragon without riding a cloud chariot.It is easy to find immortals in Dongshan, but it is really difficult to find them in Beihai.

People go to mend the sky and repair the moon, and want to be romantic through the ages.But it grows green with the South China Sea and brews longevity wine.I only hope that my husband will take a look at it frequently, and ask Xuanxuan more mysteriously.

Jiang Shangzhen sighed: "Brother Cui's poems and essays are full of fairy spirit. An ordinary master like me has to kneel and listen."

Cui Dongshan clapped his palms, stood up, took a step back, and kicked Jiang Shangzhen behind his knee.

The two of them started to push and shove, frolicking, yelling, punching and kicking, not unhappy but not serious.

The girl who saw it only felt that this scene seemed quite...warm.For a moment, she didn't seem to be so afraid of that desolate mountain.

Jiang Shangzhen looked up at the night. After the drizzle stopped, the clouds began to bloom and the moon gradually came.Thank you Yue for pity me, I can't bear to be round tonight.

Meeting, missing, and missing are all good signs, but it's just on the mountain, not down the mountain.

The man with two white temples looked at the dark night with an umbrella, his eyes were gentle, and he murmured: "Life is not enough, I already have a lover, and I still want to live forever."

The girl felt that the man's words were much better than the previous doggerel, so she timidly looked at the boy in white and called softly, "Brother."

Cui Dongshan said with a smile: "Never mind, he is notoriously infatuated."

It seems that in Beiju Luzhou, many mountain fairies and Jianghu heroines have not given their bodies by mistake, but they have already given their hearts by mistake.

The ferry docked.From the size of a mustard seed far away in the sky, it turned into a huge monster right in front of my eyes. The girl Peanut was astonished to see it. It turned out that this is the ferry of the fairy family.

She looked back at the Qingwu Peak of Zhengyang Mountain. The girl thought of her elder brother trekking mountains and rivers for her own medical treatment, suffered a lot, exhausted money, and still couldn't go up the mountain. She couldn't help being angry. , What is the ancestor who moved mountains with invincible hands all over the continent.

Cui Dongshan waved his hand, "Go home!"

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Near the Confucian Temple, at Tianmao, a middle-aged Taoist priest took a child who had left his hometown and stayed here last night. He called the child from the tent, and then a big and a small sat by the water together. The child was fascinated. Dazed and dozed off, the Taoist priest was not in a hurry to let the child learn to do homework by himself. In fact, the child was just sitting on the sidelines, and he was practicing.

This Taoist priest from Jingwei Temple folded his hands on his abdomen and asked with a soft smile: "Jing Xiao, have you ever heard a saying that don't drink Maoshi wine and become so drunk?"

Among the Taoist secret books of Bai Yujing in Qingming Tianxia, ​​there is a "Gaozhen Dashu" called "Jingxiao Dalei Langshu".

The child named Wu Jingxiao stretched out his hand and patted his mouth, "I haven't heard of it. I don't even know when Mao Shiyou is."

This made Taoist priests useless many drafts they had prepared.

His name is Zhao Wenmin, and his Taoist name is Songxue Taoist. He is a heavenly monarch of the Middle Earth Taoist sect, Zhao Wenmin's master, and one of the six descendants of Yuxuan.

Before he went up the mountain, Zhao Wenmin practiced Confucianism for generations. He was a young child prodigy. I met several chances of the fairy family, and finally entered Jingwei Temple, practicing Taoism, and the years were long. 300 years ago, the master resigned from the secular duties and devoted himself to practicing. He succeeded the post of the temple master and presided over the overall situation.Later, it was Zhao Wenmin who mistakenly thought that the master was retreating in the back mountain, and he didn't know that the master died in battle in Nanba Saozhou until a news was sent back to the Taoist temple.

Jingweiguan is a first-class sect in the Divine Continent of Central Earth. Although it is not the top, it is not comparable to ordinary sects.

Zhao Wenmin breathed out slowly. If there were Qi practitioners of the upper five realms by his side, he would find that Taoist Songxue's exhalation and inhalation were actually rapidly refining water transportation. The water transportation will be returned to the river one by one, as if the practice of this Taoist priest is just the process of refining, not the result.

Zhao Wenmin said: "Jing Xiao, we cultivators of Taoism usually do morning classes at Maoshi, because at this moment the yang energy is rising, the yin qi has not moved, the diet has not been taken, and the qi and blood have not been disturbed."

It doesn't matter whether you will tell the same thing or not, there is some truth, maybe the elders talk too much, the children will be fascinated by it, and will keep it in their hearts silently, just waiting for the day when they will be enlightened.

The child was very sleepy and said, "I don't know the homework? I have to memorize it in school. If I can't memorize it well, I will be punished by the master. If you become a Taoist priest, you still have homework."

Zhao Wenmin nodded with a smile and said: "For homeworkers, learn your own skills, understand your true self, and cultivate your own way. Of course it is important. Don't be too lazy. Cultivate your mind and nature. It is a person in all of our Taoism. Practice seeking truth Where is the portal. But you don’t need to worry, it’s not too late to go up the mountain and practice.”

The child became more sleepy.

Zhao Wenmin laughed and said, "But it's not my turn to play the board. Now you are my little teacher...brother."

Not telling the truth, in fact, according to the genealogy of seniority, he is his little uncle.The Taoist master of Jingwei Temple is afraid of scaring the children.

Although this child often has a snot and snot, he is actually a ghost.

The child wiped his nose with the back of his hand, "What? You are quite old, you must be at least 50 or [-] years old, and you are my senior brother? Come on, it seems that there are not many masters in our sect."

Zhao Wenmin smiled and said nothing.The monk does not talk about his name, and the Tao does not talk about his life.

The child's parents, with the secret instruction of the magistrate at the county government, didn't tell the child too much about Jingwei Temple, what kind of Zong prefix Xianfu.

The child smiled and became happy to himself, "It's good, the school is small, there are not many people, the rules of studying will not be so strict, and I can stay in bed in the future."

"Senior brother is right about homework, don't worry, and don't worry when you are on the mountain."

"Brother, tell the truth, how much money did you secretly give to my parents? You are so happy after selling your own son, it must be a lot. When I first went out, it broke my heart."

The Taoist couldn't help laughing, so he could only comfort him: "Your parents gave some money, but not much. The reason why they are happy is that they trust the brother's sect, and they don't worry too much about your practice on the mountain. "

The child snorted and asked, "Brother, can we marry a wife in this sect?"

"OK."

"Then after I go up the mountain for a few years, I'll come down to marry that stupid girl from my neighbor's house. She's very stupid in studying, and she also writes crookedly. She always climbs out of the grid, and my husband sighs when she looks at it."

If she doesn't look as good-looking as she did when she was a child, then let's talk about it.

The child's little abacus was crackling.

He cheered up, and asked softly: "What kind of senior brother, why don't you come and be my master?"

Still thinking about it, the guy next to him seems to have a good temper. When he is a senior brother, he doesn't care about things. If he does something wrong in the future, he will be scolded and beaten. He can't protect himself, but if he becomes his master, hehe.Right, brother, I think you are a good person, you have a good temper, you can listen to your words, you are very good, my master, I will be you from now on, should we make a promise..."

Zhao Wenmin had some headaches, the patriarch's picky eyes on his disciples, as always... Tricky.

In fact, he was able to go up the mountain to practice in the past, because the patriarch helped his direct disciples to accept a retransmission.

Do you think you should pay off your debts this time?

A purple-clothed old man with a wine jug hanging from his waist suddenly appeared beside him, and Zhao Wenmin was about to get up and beat Jishou. The old man waved his hands, pretending to be annoying.

Yu Xuan and the Confucian Temple found an excuse to come out to relax.

This discussion took too long, it was really exhausting.

Now that I have finally received a new direct descendant, I always have to come over and take a look.

Yu Xuan thought for a while, coughed, and rarely put on a straight face, putting on airs like an old fairy on the mountain.

Zhao Wenmin reminded in a low voice: "Your master is here."

The child raised his head and looked at the extremely awkward old face. How was it any different from the teacher in the school who could hit himself with a charcoal pencil with his eyes closed?

The child wrinkled his face, he was so wronged that he wanted to cry, this time he wasn't acting, he was really scared.The child's idea is very simple. After all, the school is close to home. How can he run when he is on the mountain?How full do you have to be to run home without being hungry?

Yu Xuan quickly squatted down, glared fiercely at the little uncle who couldn't do such a small thing well, and then comforted the child: "Jing Xiao, I am the master."

The child was stunned, why did he seem to be that old liar who couldn't even afford candied haws?

He dawdled, and took out a handful of copper coins, almost all of his belongings, leaving only the money for buying candied haws, and handed the rest to the senior brother, "That's all, you give it to him, I'm home, take more I'll give you some money, you wait here for me, I know the way, so I don't need to give it away..."

Slapped the copper coin on the Taoist priest's hand, and the child ran away.

The Taoist was dumbfounded, and carefully glanced at the old patriarch.

Yu Xuan shook his head with a smile, indicating that there is no need to stop him, just wait here.

The child walked backwards, turned around again, walked unhurriedly, looked back a few times, and then ran wildly.

After running far away, the child stopped, panting, and turned to look at the middle-aged Taoist priest.

The child scratched his head, as if he felt a little sorry, he hesitated to speak, but in the end he was timid and turned around and ran away.

Two Taoist priests of different generations stood side by side by the water.

Zhao Wenmin asked in a low voice: "Patriarch, why don't I hide my body and protect my little uncle to go home?"

Yu Xuan said unhappily: "Who is his master? It's your turn? A cultivator must have a strong character, and flattery is the worst thing!"

Finally had the opportunity to have a well-behaved Taoist quiz with the patriarch, Zhao Wenmin got up and said: "I almost forgot the teaching of the patriarch, the virtue of a person is the spirit of the talisman, and the sincere respect in the heart is the root of the Tao. "

Yu Xuan narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "Wen Min, this time I accepted a disciple for me, I need to credit you for your merits, and go back to receive the reward from your uncle who is in charge of money in Jingwei. A half-celestial soldier starts with a low rank. , the quality is poor, it’s shameful. You just tell him, this is not what I mean, he can figure it out. As for your uncle, who to talk to, anyway, I’m going to Tianwai Xinghe soon, so I don’t care about you The chirping is crooked."

Zhao Wenmin made a chief inspector.

His view of the latitude and longitude is the most shabby one among the several Dao lines of the patriarch, and the money family is responsible for it.That's why there is a saying that "the most capable of complaining about poverty and latitude and longitude".

According to what Master Patriarch meant, he wanted his uncle to go to Zushan to make use of his housekeeping ability of Jingweiguan?Then this is acting according to the will of the patriarch, and the voice of the uncle in the patriarch's hall will not be low.

Yu Xuan asked: "Wen Min, although it is now a peaceful and prosperous age in our Haoran world, would you like to go down the mountain and travel far away to kill thieves?"

Zhao Wenmin said with a smile: "Master, originally the disciple wanted to go back to the Jingwei Temple and write a letter to Zu Shan. Regardless of whether he nodded or not, the disciple would go to the wild world. The masters and uncles of Zu Shan will not So that I can be taken back to the Jingwei Temple. As for the position of the temple master, the disciple has a suitable candidate in mind, and the inheritance will not be delayed. Now that I have talked about this matter with the master today, this time when I return to the Jingwei Temple, I can save myself from sending letters. .”

Yu Xuan nodded, "Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun."

The old Taoist glanced at Zhao Wenmin who was standing still, and said: "What are you doing in a daze, why don't you hurry up and protect the way for your little uncle, Jing Xiao is such a little child, you can rest assured as a nephew, huh? !"

Zhao Wenmin smiled and said goodbye.

Yu Xuan looked up at the sky.

Taking off the vermilion gourd around his waist, the old Taoist took a sip of wine.

Forget things and me, refine the galaxy, and enter the Taoist village.

Yu Xuan withdrew his gaze. Damn it, those old thrones in the wild world like to be beaten up, right? They all stretched their necks and waited. Sooner or later, a river of stars would hit their heads.

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One after another, people began to leave the Confucian Temple. This time, it was no longer going out to drink to relieve boredom, but their discussions had ended.

Among them was Chao Pu, the national teacher of the Shaoyuan Dynasty, and his proud student Lin Junbi.

Chao Pu said: "Your Majesty, there is no problem with you taking over as the national teacher. The rest of the problems, big and small, both in the open and in the dark, have to be resolved by you."

In fact, it should have been delayed by another 30 or [-] years to pave the way for disciples to be more secure, but the time is not waiting for me, and the delay is terrific.What's more, Lin Junbi can sharpen even more.

Chao Pu himself needs to rush to other continents immediately, as the master of a sect, and plan a continent purely as a monk on the mountain.

I have to admit that it is just walking the old path that Cui Chan, the embroidered tiger, walked.

As for the final height, do your best to obey the destiny.

Lin Junbi nodded and said, "Try not to disappoint Mister."

Chao Pu reminded: "You can learn more from Chen Pingan, but don't become the second Chen Pingan. In fact, you should learn from him most in this regard."

Lin Junbi knew it, "Yes."

Huolong Daoist walked out of the gate and never left.

Almost everyone who passed by would take the initiative to say hello to this old man, with some polite words.

When Mrs. Dandan of Lushuikeng, whose Taoist name is Qingzhong, walked out with the flower owner of Baihua Fudi, and saw the back of Daoist Huolong, she immediately wanted to take a long way down the steps.

Never thought that the old man turned his head, looked at the bloated woman, and said with a smile: "Ms. Dandan's steps are steady, and the poor can hear it even if he covers his ears."

Mrs. Dan Dan grabbed the sleeve of Mistress Huazhu, and came to meet Huolong Daoist together.

The old man had a regretful expression on his face, he let out a long sigh, and said: "Pindao has never visited Lushuikeng, and Mrs. Dandan has never been a guest at Lidi Peak. .”

Mrs. Tan Dan understands, it's good to save money and eliminate disasters.After digging out the sum given to the Confucian Temple, her private money is actually a little bit.

Wei Ying and Song Changjing walked out together.

Yu Guizong and Dali Song Clan signed an alliance.

There are no vows and no paper contracts required.

It's just a verbal agreement between the two.

For example, Nian Ganlang of the Dali Punishment Department will send no less than ten first-class cultivators to Shujianhu Zhenjingzong every ten years. As a Jiazi, he undertakes all sorts of shady and secret missions.

The Real Realm Sect also dispatched Earth Immortal Sword Cultivator to the Dali Frontier Army as an accompanying monk. Each of them had at least 30 years of experience in the army.

Yasheng stood on the top of the steps outside the gate of the Confucian Temple, looking somewhere in the sky.

Jing Sheng Xiping stood aside and asked with a smile, "Since you are worried, why don't you let him know?"

Yasheng said: "He is not the age of a child, what do he say?"

Xi Ping asked with a smile, "I'm very curious, I have to ask if it's not appropriate to ask. On the other side of the city, did Cui Chan curse anyone?"

Yasheng shook his head, "No. I just said that if he had been born 200 years earlier, many people would have died in the world. It's a pity that he was born too late, with only a hundred years of planning, so he had to hurry, and it was hard to avoid."

Xiping didn't know whether to laugh or cry, Xiuhu, are you still struggling?

Yasheng remembered the last scene on the other side of the wall.

After the two sides sat and discussed for a while, Cui Chen raised his palm and put it next to his ear, as if he was listening to something.

It was as if when the sky was tilting, the wind blew away all the whimpering sounds in the world, both grand and wild.

On the other side of Aotou Mountain, Nan Guangguang was suddenly upset, so he made a fortune teller for himself.

A gentleman asks about disasters and not about blessings, which is the emphasis of the Confucian children. As for the rich and the poor, the noble and the humble, life is fixed, life is short and long, and life is determined.Nan Guangguang didn't believe this either.

After reading the hexagrams, Nan Guangguang was sweating profusely, at a loss, his heartstrings tensed, and he made up his mind to retreat, and he had to go.Even if the Confucian Temple asked him to rush to the battlefield, he would have to find excuses to delay it for a few years.

The flower owner of the blessed land of Hundred Flowers went back to the place, spread colored paper on the desk, picked up the pen but didn't know what to write, and rested his arms lazily.

She sighed faintly, after all, she failed to see the man who had been missing for many years.

He lowered his head and glanced at the armrest, and there were four lines of characters carved in cursive seal.

Melting amber and green silk ride, bright pearls and red pink makeup.

The sour wind on the bridge shoots into the eyes, and sesame grass grows on the surface of the gourd.

The last two lines are inscribed with only two characters respectively, which are the two names he carved, like Taoist couples on the mountain, cuddling each other.

Back then, she was just an ordinary flower god in Baihua Paradise, her rank was not high, and her flower name was "Xiangxiu" at that time.

The name Xiangxiu has been abandoned for a few years since he left.

She put down the pen, gently opened the armrest, and there were four small characters engraved inside, "cleaning the spirit and nourishing the spirit".It is written so that the dragon and snake fly away, and the spirit of the words is just like that person.

Even though she knew that there was little chance of meeting him during the Confucian Temple discussion, she was thinking of that just in case.

What if it is ten thousand.

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Confucian Temple Gongde Forest.

Wen Sheng lineage.

Old scholar.

Left and Right, Liu Sixteen, Chen Pingan.

Li Baoping, Li Baoping, and the little monster that Liu Liuliu brought from the Feather Blessed Land to Haoran Tianxia.

And Mao Xiaodong.

The old scholar drank very fiercely, soon his eyes became hazy, and he murmured: "Is it true?"

After getting drunk, the dream came true, which made this old man a little unbelievable.

The old scholar suddenly slapped the table, "If you don't growl when you drink, you won't have any taste. Who will say something?"

All eyes, without exception, were cast on Chen Pingan, the student, junior, and junior uncle.

Previously, Chen Pingan just had his sword on his knees, sipping wine, thinking about someone.

Looking at the drunken country, the world is small, the universe is narrow, and the past and the present are short.

Caressing Qingping with a smile, with a three-foot sword in his hand, he has never lost his life.