"But after all, it is the body of guilt, and the murder is constant. It is inevitable to worry about the current scenery and precariousness."
Frightened and trembling, Wei Bo described his state of mind in this way, not all the jokes of this Beiyue Shanjun.
Just like those words with ulterior motives before, it is not that Wei Bo deliberately teased Gao Jun. If she came to Haoran World for the first time and saw people and things, all three of which were different from her hometown, she would easily become suspicious and put herself in the dark. In a completely unfamiliar place, all seeing and hearing is beyond a person's old cognitive scope, so you need to find familiar things that you can understand, find yourself a reassurance, or find a basket of slates as anchors, Used to stop the boat and appease your heart.
This is the case with the local accent. It must be the same when you drink the wine that tastes the same in the world and find like-minded friends in the world.
The root of it is only in the word 'like oneself' and the word 'not alone'.
Once drinking at the same table with the old cook, Zheng Dafeng made a unique guess.
He said that the so-called human world may be a kingdom of gods.
All "people" are gods in a certain sense, eating different "incense".
It was probably a wild fantasy, and downright drunken talk.
At the top of Jise Peak, the sable-cap girl squatted on the railing. She raised her chin toward the mountain gate, "Is it a little familiar when I saw Zheng Dafeng?"
Xiao Mo nodded and said, "The appearance has changed, but the temperament has not changed."
Ten thousand years ago, in the tragic battle of ascending to the sky, there was only the **** general in the great frost armor, who knew that he would die and defended the gate of heaven, not retreating an inch.
You must know that the enemy that this **** general faced at that time was not a sword cultivator or a qi trainer in the world, but the sword holder who was one of the top five in heaven.
There is no suspense, the **** will eventually be nailed to the gate by a sword pierced through the armor and body.
At this moment, Xie Gou, who is different from usual, looks indifferent, his eyes are clear, and he asks: "Did you deal with that Qingtong Tianjun back then?"
Xiao Mo shook his head and said, "After I entered the Ascension Realm, I only got close to the Ascension Platform, and I never climbed the Divine Dao. I have never met this man, the ancestor of the Earth Immortal."
Xie Gou said, "I have seen it."
Xiao Mo is skeptical about this.
Xie Gou said solemnly: "After I became an Earth Immortal, I once walked through the Ascension Platform, but it was not the one that women should take. I chose to take the other path as a female sword cultivator."
Xiao Mo immediately believed it and believed it, because this was indeed something that Jianxiu Bai Jing could do and would definitely do.
Xie Gou raised his hands, hugged the sable hat on his head, and pouted, "It's not good to be emotional, and the realm is not high enough. At that time, swordsmanship was not good enough, and it was almost impossible to protect the dog's head."
Xiao Mo said: "Qingtong Tianjun and the other one are still very kind to the monks in the world."
Xie Gou nodded and said, "That's because they all retain a large part of their humanity. This is unimaginable in the ancient heaven. I still can't think of a suitable reason."
Xiao Mo was silent.
People's hearts are unpredictable and messy, so their words are wrong, their words and deeds are inconsistent.
This is not the case with the ancient gods. It seems that except for the five supreme and high-ranking gods, all words, deeds, and thoughts are only straight lines.
Daoist practitioners, apart from thousands of spells, go their separate ways. If they go back to the source, they are just learning from the high spirits to get rid of distracting thoughts and condense into one mind.
In fact, Xie Gou had already noticed a few familiar breaths in the town, with a sarcastic expression on his face, tsk tut: "The world is a mausoleum, the sea is a mulberry field, and the fish that swallowed the boat in the past are pitiful, but Lu Chu is invincible."
Xiao Mo was about to move away, but Xie Gou suddenly asked, "Xiao Mo Xiao Mo, isn't my squatting position unsightly?"
Xiao Mo didn't say a word, Xie Gou turned back, bent his knees to the ground, stood up, held up his sable hat, and looked at Xiao Mo wearing a yellow hat, she thought it was a perfect match.
Walking beside Xiao Mo, the girl began to sigh and sigh. It was obviously a destiny made in heaven, so why was it so hard.
Xiao Mo suddenly asked a terrifying question, "Tell me the truth, put aside the personal affairs between you and me, what are you asking for when you come to Haoran World this time?"
Xie Gou blinked, neither wanting to deceive Xiao Mo nor telling the truth, she had to pretend to be stupid.
Holding a walking stick, Xiao Mo walked on the mountain road between Jise Peak and Jiling Peak, and said indifferently: "It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it, I don't dare to be interested anyway, but I have something to say first, no matter what the treasure is, no matter what you are. When you get it, remember not to violate the rules of the Confucian Temple, and don't make my son feel embarrassed."
Ascension-level sword cultivators like him and Bai Jing, before ten thousand years ago, almost always liked to travel the "world" alone, so in fact, today's several worlds are actually both unfamiliar and familiar to them. Although the years are long, the number of monks who have passed through the world over the past ten thousand years is as numerous as a hair. As a result, many opportunities and treasures from ten thousand years ago have almost been seized and searched, but it is inevitable that there will be a few fish that slip through the net, and have never been caught. Later monks noticed that Xiao Mo guessed that Bai Jing's trip must be a treasure hunt, and she would never return empty-handed.
Xie Gou smiled awkwardly, "Ha, thieves don't get away."
Chen Ping'an left the house alone, and Chen Lingjun was retained by Zheng Dafeng's kindness. The two sides winked and began to whisper again.
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Before leaving, Chen Ping'an took out several large jars from what was in the immediate vicinity, all of which were filled with "clear water". Although clear water, it was valuable because it was the Lingqiu of the Changchun Palace, the Fuqian Spring on the Longtuan Peak of Yunxia Mountain, and two more. The share is that Pei Qian fetched and collected water from Biezhou during his travels. At first, Cao Qingqing went to the capital of Dali to take part in the test. Zheng Dafeng was just making a joke. After asking Cao Qingqing to inscribe the title, he took the time to make a detour to Changchun Palace. He couldn't buy it. Lingqiu spring water is used to make tea, and women can drink it to keep her face. In fact, Zheng Dafeng's good intentions are to let Cao Qingqing, a nerd, go to the Changchun Palace where Yingying, Yanyan and the fairies gather to gain insight and gain insight... If the speaker is not intentional, the listener is intentional, Cao Qingqing will take it seriously, but That Lingqiu water is the source of Changchun Palace's brewing of Changchun fairy wine. After several setbacks, he finally found someone to ask for a relationship, and then sent it to Niujiaodu via the Xianjia ferry.
As for the two small celadon jars from the floating money spring of Longtuan Peak, Chen Ping'an once traveled to Yunxia Mountain, and it is conceivable how they got there.
Zheng Dafeng looked at those bottles and jars, and was speechless for a while. It was just a joke from his early years, but one by one, he actually took it seriously.
It's just that Zheng Dafeng is a little embarrassed. How can he save these clear springs and beautiful waters that are easily deteriorated and turbid?
Chen Ping'an said, "You go to Wei Shanjun for help."
Cen Yuanji slowly walked up the steps, walked down the stairs, and practiced boxing. She was as small as a mustard seed. One climbed high and the other went down. In a trance, because of the appearance of the shuttle, Chen Ping'an began to suspect that the Kuocang Cave, which included the cicada sloughing cave in the past, was secretly collected by old man Yang? Then he just deliberately leaked the whereabouts of Chanshe Dongtian, and then there was Chen Qingliu's cross-continental excursion, and he practiced in the middle.
The first real dragon in the world, who was responsible for the specific circulation of water transportation, once secretly concluded a covenant with the cultivators in the world, and finally betrayed the heavenly court.
And Chen Qingliu, the man who slashed the dragon, used to practice swords in Kuocang Cave for many years, and he preached here.
Is it a liquidation of Old Man Yang against the traitors?
If this is the case, the deep calculation and the far-reaching plan are indeed terrifying.
According to Lu Yan, the Dragon Slaying Platform, one of the two execution platforms in the ancient Heavenly Court, was destroyed and shattered by a certain sword cultivator during the battle to the sky, and was scattered and left in the world. The two largest "cliffs", one Longji Mountain has many ancient names such as "True Hidden, Sky Nose, Windmill, Liao Deng". Since then, there have been many sword immortals and dragons in the ancient Shu. Another stone cliff is located on the Great Wall of Sword Qi, which has been passed down to Ningyao from generation to generation.
Over the years, Chen Ping'an has always kept a piece of Dragon Slaying Platform. No matter how obsessed he is with money or the gall of a bear and leopard, he doesn't dare to make any mistakes, so he puts it in a square inch and carries it with him all the time. Chen Ping'an never dared or was willing to use it to sharpen his sword.
Because it was the first time for Chen Ping'an to travel to the Great Wall of Sword Qi before leaving, at the Hanging Mountain Stork Inn, Ning Yao asked Zhang Lu to help hand it over as a parting gift to Chen Ping'an.
The Dragon Slaying Platform, which was wrapped in cotton cloth, was the size of a palm, with two characters engraved on the front and back: innocent, Ning Yao.
A token of love!
Really hidden, **** nose. God nose, really hidden.
If you take a word from each and combine them, it is "naive".
The Sword Qi Great Wall, the last sacrificial official, disappeared without a trace, and transformed into Xie Xinen of Lizhu Cave and Lin Jiangxian of Qingming World.
After that, Ning Yao ran away from home. She traveled alone in the vast continents and finally came to Lizhu Cave.
Chen Pingan still dare not say that he has figured out the details of the town.
People's reminiscence, sadness and regret are like a deep pool of ancient wells, deep in it, and can't extricate themselves.
The nostalgia between lovers spreads all the way, galloping, and misses someone from afar, as if he and she met in an instant.
Chen Ping'an breathed lightly, rubbed his cheeks, and cleared his mind. Just as he was about to stand up, he suddenly discovered a strange thing. Cen Yuanji was standing at the foot of the mountain, not practicing boxing to climb the mountain.
Without thinking too much, Chen Ping'an went straight down the mountain, turned into the bluestone road, glanced at the old cook's house, and then returned to the bamboo building, making up his mind that the heavy snowfall in the capital of Nanyuan this year, the old cook you wait for me.
Cen Yuanji just waited for the blue shirt to disappear from sight before continuing to walk up the mountain for six steps.
After all, she is a warrior who is a bottleneck in the five realms, and has good eyesight. She had previously discovered that the mountain owner on the top of the mountain seemed to be waiting for a rabbit, staring blankly at the foot of the mountain, making Cen Yuanji look at him.
Originally, Cen Yuanji was still a little uncertain. After all, her impression of this mountain master had changed from the very beginning to the worst, but at the gate of the mountain, she found that Chen Ping'an's line of sight had never changed.
In the past, when she practiced boxing back and forth, the gatekeeper Zheng Dafeng's eyes wandered, and she was sneaky. !
In the house at the foot of the mountain, as soon as the mountain owner left, Chen Lingjun and Zheng Dafeng began to "arrange troops". Because they disliked the small side room and the desk of Xianwei, they went to the lobby of the main house. Xianwei quickly I felt that my eyes were not enough. It turned out that the table of the Eight Immortals was dazzling. Zheng Dafeng nodded frequently, and his family was rich and considerable. He gave Chen Lingjun a thumbs up, and praised him as a master of the mirror. It's just that Zheng Dafeng is unavoidably curious. Chen Lingjun, a poor bastard, must have made a fortune. Otherwise, Jinghuashuiyue, together with a private talisman, is the first step, and then it is the most expensive activity. Chen Lingjun snorted coldly, saying that it was Chief Zhou's credit for having such a scale, and he funded him a large amount of Gu Yu's money, which was specially used to buy this kind of mountain treasure.
When Zheng Dafeng was still in Luopao Mountain, he often went to Zhu Lian's side. Another Chen Lingjun closed the door and admired the Jinghuashuiyue all over Aquarius. However, the three people in the same way actually had their own preferences. There are all kinds of ways to make money. The most popular ones are definitely those who rely on the female cultivator to support the field and carry the main beam, just like the former Zhengyang Mountain Su Jia and He Xiaoliang of the Shengao Sect, but they are arrogant. Big, but only show up occasionally. Chen Lingjun likes to look at landscape-like scrolls. The pictures are both simple and elegant, and they are chewy. Zheng Dafeng is not so subtle and elegant. Gracefully dressed female nuns, dancing gracefully as the finale, whoever throws money to call who is brother, in the early years Zheng Dafeng's salary was lost in the sound of big brother Zheng, sometimes in order to be able to chat with the nuns a few more words If you talk about meat, you will also make an IOU with the old cook. And Zhu Lian's taste is rather strange. He only likes those strange ways, such as those who sell various boxing manuals and secrets. When I come to a word, those who are interested will negotiate privately, the price will be discounted, and there will be discounts for bulk packaging... Otherwise, it is an immortal mansion with a few swords that go to the front. Jinghua Shuiyue does not take the usual way, and specially sets up the kind of bridge where the scholar meets the ghost. Playing and playing, all of them have graceful backs, hazy, just waiting for them to turn their heads again, they can often scare Chen Lingjun who leaned over to watch the scenery, or the scholar is in the gloomy mansion, walking through the corridor alone with lanterns , suddenly a female ghost fell from the beam, or a hand with pale skin and scarlet nails lightly rested on the shoulder of the scholar... The old cook never moved like a mountain, picking up the salted peanuts in the dish and slowly Chew, look with relish.
In the land of a continent, only the sect prefixes such as Shengao sect and Fengxue Temple, and Daxian mansions such as Yunxia Mountain and Changchun Palace, Zhufeng Jinghua Shuiyue have a stipulation of when to open, and it is relatively frequent, and it is common for sects on the mountain, because Every time you open a mirror, you need to consume the spiritual energy of mountains and rivers, and you are most afraid of losing money, so the interval is long, and you are willing to spend more time.
Just because there are enough spiritual tools connected to Jinghua Shuiyue on the table, Xianwei has seen the scene of treasure light flowing on the table twice.
Zheng Dafeng brought a few jars of wine from the cellar and poured three bowls. Chen Lingjun was not in a hurry to drink, and put his arms around his chest, "Xianwei Daoist, do you want to look a little lighter, or a little meatier?"
I saw Xianwei Daoist sitting upright, took a sip of wine from the bowl, thought about it, and said solemnly: "Pin Dao's line of practice, there is no requirement to be vegetarian, but you can eat meat when you get married!"
That is, Chen Ping'an was not present, otherwise Chen Lingjun would be able to eat chestnuts.
Yuanmu Peak, a high cliff, Zhu Lian raised his head and put his hands behind his back. The handwriting on the cliff was painted with silver hooks, elegant and unparalleled. Running script means cursive script, which is not a skill, and italics has an old-fashioned inscription, which is not a rare thing, but being able to write a well-behaved block script with a rushing madness can really make Zhu Lian. It was too much to sigh, and after weighing it, Zhu Lian had to admit that he couldn't imitate it.
In the past, there was a Taoist priest from Chunyang, who went out to sea and returned to Yuanmu Peak. There is a Taoist poem on the cliff carved on the stone. The preface is very long, and the content is far better than the poems.
In addition, the font of the preface is not small, there is a suspicion of anti-customer-oriented.
The ancients exiled Xianbai also came from Emei, and the heaven is the appearance and the Tao is the appearance. Lu Yan, a near-miss, went from this peak, flying a sword in the air, the ground is wide and the sky is high, and the clouds are deep and loose. All gentlemen, don’t ask about the cultivation method, follow the pure yang, the spirit of bathing the snow, find the fire in the water, and let go of the heart and live the soul. My generation has learned this technique, and penetrated the heavens and the axis of the earth. That is, longevity... Since ancient times, there is no need for money to learn Taoism. There are only the sun and the moon in the scoop. There was a purple edict who followed Qingluan and went down to the jade capital. Spring.
Peixiang was standing beside Zhu Lian. She was not in a hurry to return to Fox Country, and would return to Lotus Root Blessed Land with Gao Jun.
Because Peixiang didn't know the identity of "Lu Yan" for the time being, he only felt that this cliff carver who dared to put himself and Bai also together, since he was so openly "talking" to the world in the mountains, he was either making a lot of nonsense and trying to gain fame. A Taoist scholar, or he has a purpose, and is the kind of unfathomable master of Taoism. It can be said that it is the latter. The text inscribed on the cliff in front of me does not have the slightest air of morality. In general, the great cultivator personally engraved the book on the cliff, more or less, with a literal immortal spirit, but this one. The Taoist poems, which are like green words, have no spiritual energy in the main text and preface. Peixiang, who is a cultivator of Yuan Ying, still has this vision.
Zhu Lian squinted and smiled and said, "Can't you tell whether it's good or bad, or the depth?"
Peixiang smiled charmingly, nodded and said, "Help me solve the confusion?"
Zhu Lian said: "It's both a Taoist art and a sword formation, waiting for the destined people in the future. If you don't believe it, you can use all your strength to attack the treasures and see if you can shake the words in the slightest."
On the mountain road, the sable-cap girl and the yellow-cap youth walked side by side, but she was the only one who was chatting. Xiao Mo was more patient because she remembered the teachings of her son.
"Xiao Mo, let me tell you something. During my long sleep, I had the same dream repeatedly, but it was scary. According to the book, I went out and saw nothing, and the bones covered the plain."
"Little Mo, why does the local dialect of Huaihuang County call the reflux of water 'thirsty', especially in Baoxi County, where many rivers are called thirsty, I think this way of naming , both ingenious and beautiful, what do you think?"
"Xiao Mo Xiao Mo, you can say a word with me."
"Xiao Mo, I think you like me, right? I've done it dozens of times. If you still don't speak, you'll take it as your default, nineteen eight seven six five four three two one!"
