The moon is like a hook, and the geese return south.
Dressed in a green shirt and long coat, he walked on a moonlit night walk on a stone arch bridge, followed by a young man with steady steps, it was Chen Ping'an and his disciple Zhao Shuxia.
Zhao lightly stamped his feet under the tree. The stone bridge was no different except that it was strong. He asked: "Master, is there any explanation for the name of this bridge?"
It turns out that the arch bridge across the stream under their feet was named Wannian Bridge.
The gurgling stream flows out of the mountains, and the village is named Lingjiao. The natives call themselves the source, which is worthy of its name.
Chen Pingan chewed melon seeds, shook his head and smiled: "I checked, but unfortunately there is no clear record in the local chronicles of the prefecture and county. Most of them were funded by local sages in the early years. As for why it was named Wannian Bridge, the old people here don't know.
According to the text on the tombstone in the village, the Junwang family from an ancient country in the northernmost part of Aquarius Island moved here about seven or eight hundred years ago. This river is one of the sources of the Ximei River.
First, in fact, the Longxu River in my hometown was called Wuxi in ancient times. Fate is a wonderful thing."
Sui'an County is located at the junction of Yanzhou and Yunzhou, and the Ximei River is the largest river in Yunzhou that originates from Yanzhou Prefecture. However, there has never been a river god proclaimed by the imperial court before. There has been a temple of obscenity on both sides of the Ximei River since ancient times.
No.
The voices gathered together under the Zhao tree, and they whispered: "Master, I heard that the Dali imperial court found the entrance to the ruins of the ancient Shu Dragon Palace in a certain section of Wuxi River a few years ago?"
Chen Pingan nodded, walked off the arch bridge, and walked downstream along the stone road beside the stream. Looking back, there was nothing under the bridge. "It is a small inland dragon palace. It is not of high quality, but it has never been seen before in history."
Qi practitioners were involved in it, so no one touched the treasure inside. According to preliminary calculations by the Ministry of Revenue, it is equivalent to the tax revenue of several wealthy states in Da Li, which is quite considerable. The key is an old Dragon Palace. If Da Li
The imperial court operates properly. In addition to the orderly mining of many natural and earthly treasures, fairy flowers and herbs, and some rare minerals, it can generate a large amount of continuous income of fairy money. In addition, only water magic monks and water tribe spirits have opened dojos and caves in it.
, the rent paid to the Ministry of Household Affairs every year should not be underestimated, it can be described as a cornucopia."
Now Ximeihe has welcomed the first river god in history, the Minister of Rites of Dali and the Minister of Rites of Huangting Kingdom, who jointly presided over the canonization ceremony.
Gao Niang, the first water god of the Ximei River, was once the water god of the Tieguan River. A brand new shrine was built. It was completed in less than a month. The plaque was written by an old master from Huang Tingguo and more than a dozen couplets.
They all came from scholars who were well-known in Huang Tingguo's literary circles.
Along this Wuxi River, there are three villages built on the water, only two or three miles apart from each other. Each village has a surname. Occasionally, a married man is not allowed to be included in the village genealogy.
The largest village, located at the farthest reaches of the river, has 200 households, and is called Wuxi Village. It is one of the largest villages in Sui'an County. There has been a successful candidate in history, but it was only because of the previous dynasty's fame and status. Now Dali
The dynasty, let alone the kind of Jinshi master who is a literary star, can be called a glorious ancestor if he succeeds in the exam, and the county magistrate will personally come to congratulate him.
As a result, a new private school was opened this year in the village at the top of Wuxi River. On the day of the opening, a firecracker was set off. The sound was so loud that the two villages below could hear it. It was obvious that there was going to be a competition, Mr. Teacher.
, he is a foreigner, his surname is Chen Mingji, he pops up from nowhere.
Chen Ji, bah, from this name, he is just a country bumpkin, definitely not the kind of scholar who comes from a scholarly family.
Zhao Shuxia smiled and asked: "Sir, you are good at reading Qi. Kanyu, can you tell me about the Feng Shui of these three villages?"
Chen Pingan finished eating the melon seeds, clapped his hands, and couldn't help but laugh: "It's not just to earn a living, I set up a stall to cheat money, I don't even know a little bit about it, I just read a few miscellaneous books on geography, how can I dare to be casual?"
explain."
But when they passed the village in the middle, Chen Pingan pointed to one of the mountain cols and said: "Since there are no outsiders, I will just follow the script and tell you a few words. According to the Situationists, have you seen it? There are three small buildings on the mountain col.
The mountain bag is shaped like three umbrellas. Without this col, if it is deflated, it will be like an umbrella without a handle and cannot be supported. Otherwise, this small village can produce high-ranking officials. Among the three villages, this place has the most culture.
It’s easier to produce reading seeds.”
Chen Ping'an pointed to an alley in the village again, "This village has a different scene again. The culture and energy are all on the left. It's a pity that the Meng children in the village now go to Wuxi Village to study, and they can't gather their energy and learn the seeds."
If you want to become a talented person, you probably need to either open a private school in the village in the future, or simply go to Yanzhou Prefecture to study."
The large and small village schools in Yanzhou Prefecture are generally like Wuxi Village. The clan and village ancestral halls donate money, open up a few acres of school land, hire teachers to open schools, and set up schools. In this way, children from poor families can also learn to read and write.
Most of the children who are older and have a little strength will drop out of school and go to the fields to work in the fields with their elders. Most of their income is from collecting mulberry and raising silkworms, frying tea and burning charcoal, and living on the mountain. But if there is a good child who is really good at studying, according to the rules before the Great Li
According to the new laws promulgated in recent years, the county teachers will select the best students and teach them in person, and the county government will subsidize the village and the family with a sum of money every year. In the past, only being an official could make money, now it can be done by studying.
Make money.
When he reached the entrance of Wuxi Village, Chen Ping'an turned back. Wuxi Village hired an old boy from the county town to serve as a teacher in the clan school. It was said that several clan elders hired him with great difficulty.
He said that a table of wine was also set up in the county seat. There is no age limit for the Meng children who are admitted to school. The youngest is five or six years old, and the oldest is fifteen or sixteen years old. If the three villages are put together, there must be a number of seventy or eighty.
There are so many students that one teacher cannot handle them, so there are two private school teachers from Wuxi Village. Although the old teacher is just a boy who has participated in a few college examinations, strictly speaking, he is not even a teacher.
He is not even considered a failed scholar, but for a rural school located in a remote country, it is not easy to receive such treatment.
The night breeze was cool and cool, and Chen Ping'an was walking on the yellow mud road by the river, muttering to himself there.
On the right hand side is the clear and shallow Wuxi River, with moonlight flowing on the water. There are bamboo forests on the mountains, mixed with cypresses, locust trees and tea fields. On the left hand side, the rapeseed flowers in the fields along the way are blooming golden.
Zhao Shuxia listened to the master's subtle voice. In fact, he still didn't quite understand why the master was so concerned about opening a school for elementary students.
Master's newly opened small village school at the source now has less than ten Mengtong in total. Moreover, with Master's character and work habits, he will definitely not give up halfway. This means that in at least two or three years, Master will concentrate on what he should have done in the mountains.
Zhao Shuxia didn't think there was anything wrong with this move, but he just felt puzzled by entrusting his time as a monk to an unknown new school.
Most of the introductory Mongolian books are the "Three Hundred Thousand" books that are widely used in nine continents. The Mongolian children follow the masters in the school and shake their heads. First, they memorize the books by rote, and then the private school teacher explains the meaning of the words word by word, and then teaches the "Four Books".
The children roughly understand the meaning of the text, and then talk about the "Five Classics" and some classic ancient texts selected by the official schools of various countries. There is a sequence for Mongolian children to practice essays, compositions, and poems along the way. However, for rural schools, the focus and foundation is still the calligraphy class.
. Chen Pingan personally wrote more than a thousand regular characters, and wrote more than a thousand exegetical and exegetical explanations to match the square characters. In addition, Chen Pingan also cut, deleted, and transcribed
I have obtained several copies of Duiyun by Li Julang.
The night ship that Chen Ping'an boarded contained an entry city, and the owner of the city was none other than the "Li Julang" who was hailed as an all-rounder.
Chen Ping'an had long admired and admired this immortal couple, Li Shilang, also known as Sui'an. However, it was the first time that the two of them met on a night boat. Because the host disliked the customs, they did not get along particularly harmoniously.
"Door to door, street to street. Days are ever longer to each other, homeland to foreign land. Qingshu Palace on the ground, Guanghan Palace in the sky. Master the magic talisman of the Five Mountains, and hang the sword on the waist with the seven-star pattern... Sophora japonica versus willow, cypress versus regular script, cooking
Early leeks, pruned spring celery. Yellow dogs against green luan, water pool against the cliff. Double white jade chopsticks hanging at the foot of the mountain, nine-turn purple elixir of immortal family..."
When Chen Pingan first traveled alone in the world, he often recited this. Later, when he left the Ouhua Blessed Land, there was a little black charcoal around him. Chen Pingan was afraid that she would find copying books every day boring, and would slack off because of the boringness, and then become disgusted with reading.
, I felt rebellious, so every time I drove at night in Tongyezhou, I taught Pei Qian some "rhymes" to boost his courage. Because they rhymed, they were very easy to memorize. Pei Qian probably thought that he was just talking and could not spend money.
With a little effort and her good memory, she quickly memorized everything by heart. When we walked together at night, Xiao Heitan swaggered and had a clear voice, just like the chirping of an oriole. At that time, Pei Qian might have memorized things perfunctorily, but he could
Chen Pingan on the side was really pleasant to listen to and in a peaceful mood.
"Under the tree, would it be more appropriate to delete the content after 'Mastering the Spirit Talisman' and 'Double Hanging at the foot of the mountain'? After all, it is an elementary school content. It seems that it is not appropriate to be exposed to these strange fairy tales too early."
Zhao Shuxia said: "Master, I don't think the problem is big. Anyway, I have heard about mountain ghosts since I was a child.
The rumors about water monkeys and vixens are probably no different from this magical talisman, purple golden elixir and so on."
Chen Pingan nodded, "Then I'll think about it again."
All the way under Zhao Shuxia, he practiced the six-step walking pile, and cooperated with setting up the pile sword furnace. When he went to bed every day, he slept on the pile Qianqiu, and his lying posture was very particular.
Previously, when he was practicing boxing on the second floor of the Bamboo House, Zhao Shuxia realized a huge problem without his master having to say anything. The Mountain Shaking Boxing was okay, but the cavalry was cutting formations, the clouds were sweeping over the swamps, the gods were beating drums... these things
Senior Cui's unique skills were like the boxing moves that his master and senior sister were very familiar with as soon as they got started. Zhao Shuxia learned it very slowly, so slowly that Zhao Shuxia himself felt a little embarrassed.
Chen Ping'an suddenly said: "When I traveled to Luzhou in Beiju, I was fortunate enough to meet the compiler of the Shaanshan Boxing Manual, the martial artist at the end of the Great Seal Script Dynasty, Gu Yougu. At that time, he did not identify himself, and the two sides confronted each other from a distance. This
We met in a narrow road, and Senior Gu asked me about boxing without any warning. I later found out that this senior’s original intention was to evaluate the essence of the boxing rules I had learned. As for the process and results of asking about boxing, there was nothing important about it.
As I said, I managed to catch it and didn't let senior down too much. After that, I walked with senior Gu for a while, and senior Gu started to look at me with admiration because of one thing."
Zhao Shuxia asked curiously: "Is it Master who practices boxing diligently?"
Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "No, the word "diligence" is rather confusing. Practicing living boxing can gain divine will, while practicing dead boxing can only waste your bones and bones, but both are considered diligent. There are so many martial artists in the world who are willing to endure hardships when practicing boxing, but if you don't know how to do it,
Especially in foreign boxing, it often invites gods instead of ghosts. Mrs. Pure Wu suffered from a lot of diseases in her middle age. Senior Gu was chatting with me about the boxing records and the heaven and earth piles in it. I gave my own opinion, right?
You can combine the six-step walking pile, the sword furnace standing pile and the heaven and earth pile into one. Although Senior Gu deliberately kept a calm expression at that time, he still couldn't hide the amazement in his eyes."
Zhao Shuxia asked in confusion: "Master, what do you say? Can I learn?"
Chen Ping'an made a serious face, nodded and said: "Of course you can learn it. My teacher has made it so clear, but you still haven't figured out the joints? Shuxia, your qualifications are not good, and your understanding is not enough."
Seeing that the other party was still confused, Chen Pingan had no choice but to stretch out a palm and turn it over gently.
Zhao Shuxia thought carefully, hesitated again, and nodded heavily, that's it!
I saw Zhao Shu next walking the pile and punching, turning his head and feet upside down, holding the ground with one hand, and pinching the sword furnace with one hand, and then combined with the boxing formula of the heaven and earth pile, the true energy circulated the veins of the body, "bouncing" six steps walking the pile
.
Chen Ping'an held back his laughter, "If the Sword Stove is replaced with one hand, it won't taste right. You might as well try walking with your head on the ground and using your head instead of your left hand. It's a bit difficult to learn at first, but over time, you will know that it has endless uses.
.”
Zhao Shuxia really tried to follow the master's instructions.
Passing by the village in the middle, there happened to be someone walking at night on the road. Chen Ping'an quickly kicked the foot of the Zhao tree and said with a low smile: "Don't involve Master and be treated as a fool."
Zhao Shuxia stood up, patted the dust on his head and body, with a look of helplessness on his face.
Chen Pingan took out a handful of melon seeds from his sleeve and gave half to Zhao Shu. He chewed the melon seeds and said with a smile: "On the second floor of the Bamboo Tower, Senior Cui mentioned the Shanshan Quan manual with disdain.
It smells so earthy, and the moves in the boxing manual are really sparse, and I am not afraid of flashing my tongue when I speak. Later, when I met Senior Gu, I said that Senior Cui was not good at teaching boxing, so I asked him to teach me, and I guarantee that I will do it every time.
Break through the situation with your strongest strength.”
Zhao Shuxia listened to these extremely precious "accounts of the world". Although the master spoke lightly and even slightly humorously, Zhao Shuxia was fascinated by them.
Zhao Shuxia remembered the beginning of the preface of the boxing manual for no reason, and asked curiously: "Has Master seen the founder of the three religions?"
Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "The Holy Master and the Taoist Patriarch have both met and chatted with them."
Zhao Shuxia stopped asking any more questions.
Chen Ping'an said with a smile: "There is no taboo. The Holy Master is a tall scholar. My first impression at that time was that he looked like someone who had been in the world."
, it’s different, he actually looks like a young Taoist boy.”
Zhao Shuxia smiled and asked: "Master, have you seen many Zijing martial artists?"
Chen Ping'an thought for a while, "If we exclude those distant meetings and acquaintances, it's not really that many, no more than a pair of hands."
Chen Pingan raised his chin towards the bamboo forest on the other side of the stream and reminded: "Under the tree, go and see if there are any yellow mud arches in this wild bamboo forest. I will show you my cooking skills later. Those dishes you cooked are really not good."
To be honest, I can eat it.”
Zhao Shuxia saw no one around, so he tiptoed across the stream to look for spring bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest. He quickly broke off a bag of yellow mud arches and returned.
Chen Ping'an was not idle either. He went to the field and picked a large handful of wild amaranth and a handful of wild onions. These were stir-fried with spicy sauce and were a must-have in the food and drinks.
Walking back to the source village together, Chen Pingan said with a smile: "It's strange that the smelly mandarin fish is delicious, but I can't eat the braised bamboo shoots in oil."
Zhao Shuxia said: "Master, the braised bamboo shoots in oil are delicious, but I can't get used to Chinese toon scrambled eggs."
After the mountain burning, bracken will surely grow vigorously in the coming year, but the time has not yet come. You have to go up the mountain to pick it before and after the Qingming Festival, visit the graves to worship ancestors, or go to tea gardens, so that you will not be disappointed when you return home.
Returning to the village school, Zhao said with a smile under the tree: "Master, Mr. Feng and Mr. Han from Wuxi Village will probably come to trouble you in the near future."
Chen Ping'an shook his sleeves and said with a smile: "Let them just come over and compete in poems and pairs. As a teacher, there is really no time for stage fright."
This simple village school only has a yellow mud house that serves as a school, plus two thatched huts. One is used by the teacher to rest, and the other is used as a kitchen and storage of sundries.
Zhao Shuxia was laying the floor next to the kitchen. Chen Pingan's original intention was for both master and apprentice to live in the same room, but Zhao Shuxia refused, saying that he had been destined to the kitchen since he was a child.
The yellow mud house had been there for a long time and had been unoccupied for a long time. It was rented. The two small huts were newly built. The school temporarily admitted eight Meng children, most of whom were still wearing crotchless pants.
The school is running well, and the teacher named Chen Ji is in his thirties. After all, he is not the kind of stupid young man who talks a lot but doesn't do things well.
Mr. Jin Mo, secondly, this person is relatively good at talking. Before opening the restaurant, he visited the two villages and knew some rules. He did not go to Wuxi Village to "poach". The last and most fundamental reason
, but the fee is less! Compared with the school in Wuxi Village, it is nearly half less.
Moreover, this gentleman also promised the village that if there is a busy farming season, the children can take a vacation, and he can even go to the fields to help.
In order to grab business, this guy really doesn't have any shame at all. He is such a polite and unscrupulous person!
The two teachers Zhao Shuxia mentioned were an old boy named Feng Yuanting who was hired heavily by the Wuxi Village School, and the other was a well-known teacher in Sui'an County, Han Mei, also known as Yuncheng.
Although he has no fame, he has taught several scholars and can be regarded as a highly respected local sage. This old Mr. Han is now teaching in the home of the richest family in Wuxi Village. Feng Yuanting has always been a bit of a genius on Han Mei's side.
They couldn't raise their heads, so they only got together to drink wine occasionally. When the new school opened at Lingjiao, Feng Yuanting often invited Han Mei to drink. He had read several "Books of War" and acted rashly, which was a taboo among military strategists.
, I feel that I need to test the truth first before I can make a move. In fact, the so-called military books are just some romance novels about the rise of famous generals in the past dynasties. Han Wei advised him that there is no need to argue with a teacher in a small village school. Since they are peers, they are still friends.
It would be better to be kind. Feng Yuanting talks about being a promise, but in fact he is full of slander. He is not competing for those few boys. This is just a matter of face. Scholars don’t even have the face to think of themselves as scholars. Every time they run away from their village school
As a young boy, Feng Yuanting was like a slap in the face, which was intolerable.
If it weren't for the current laws and regulations of Dali, where private schools were opened in local areas, they would need to file a filing with the county government, and the county magistrate would have to personally inspect the teacher's knowledge. He would really be regarded as a swindler, otherwise he would be sued.
As a matter of fact, the man surnamed Chen must be forced to walk around without being able to eat.
Chen Ping'an said: "Under the tree, I'll wait for you to break through and teach you a luck secret, but it may not be suitable for you, so be mentally prepared in advance that you won't be able to learn it."
It's the sword energy that stops at eighteen.
Zhao Shuxia nodded, said goodbye to his master, went to the kitchen to make a bed on the floor, practiced sleeping on Qianqiu, controlled his breathing, and soon fell into a deep sleep.
When he came here, Zhao Shuxia gradually discovered a strange thing. He called Master several times, but Master didn't respond. Finally, he had to walk over. Chen Pingan smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you just now."
.After that, Zhao Shuxia would always go to the master and talk about things.
This time Chen Pingan
He only had Zhao Shuxia with him, and he directly told Chen Lingjun not to wander around here.
After Chen Lingjun tried hard to persuade him, he asked his master for the precious opportunity to visit the school once a month.
This is also thanks to the old cook's words of advice. Anyway, our ancestor Jingqing's appearance as a boy in Tsing Yi is not a pretending to be a Mengtong. Originally, it was time to read more books by sages. Zhu Lian was still
Smilingly, he asked Chen Lingjun if he wanted a pair of crotchless pants. Chen Lingjun was too lazy to behave like an old cook. If his master hadn't nodded in agreement, Chen Lingjun would actually have wanted to attend a private school for a few days.
Chen Ping'an returned to his residence, lit an oil lamp on the table, sharpened his ink, and began to write a landscape story about the big water monster in Dumb Lake.
But I put much more effort into inscribing the fan inscriptions than I did at the Great Wall of Jianqi.
The three villages are surrounded by mountains, with only one stream flowing out along a small road.
It is a full eighty miles away from Sui'an County, and many local villagers may have only visited the county once in their lives.
Rhododendrons bloom all over the mountains and fields, truly azaleas worthy of the name.
In spring, the doves chirp, the peach blossoms are light red and the apricot blossoms are white, the elm trees are full of green money, and the willow branches sprouting by the river are golden in color.
Today after school in the village, a guest came. He walked along the yellow mud road, passed through Wuxi Village, and walked all the way to the source.
Dressed in the attire of an old scholar, it was none other than Gao Niang, the new river god of Ximei River. He came to worship at the top of the mountain tremblingly. He had no choice but to kill someone if he was a senior official, let alone face Master Chen, who owned two sects.
As smoke curled up from the kitchen, Gao Niang saw a country woman carrying a child on her back inside the house, frying pancakes while the child pooped. The woman stretched out her hand and wrapped a pocket of cotton behind her back to continue pancakes.
I saw chicken manure on the Eight Immortals table in some people's homes. Children put paper kites after school and squatted on the edge of the fields to fight grass. Their yellow hair hung down and they were enjoying themselves.
After Gao Niao walked out of Wuxi Village, he turned around and looked at the small pool at the end of the village. It belonged to the courtyard water. The water surface of the stream was so wide, but then the water was narrow, so it was a waterway that could retain wealth. The village that moved here in the early years,
Still very knowledgeable about Feng Shui.
In ancient times, there were private schools, private schools, and private schools, and state-owned schools had orderly skills.
Gao Niang patted his chest with one hand and felt a little relieved. Because he wanted to meet the young hidden official who was the disciple of Wen Sheng, so the River God master had several priceless rare books in his arms. He couldn't come to visit as a guest.
Both hands are empty.
Gao Niang stroked his beard and smiled. Every ancient book that has been preserved to this day is protected by ghosts and gods. If we read it without asking for a deep understanding, it is like eating well but not fattening the body. It is better not to read it.
Because there is an ancient terrestrial Dragon Palace ruins on the border of Ximeihe River, which is about to open, a group of Dali monks are secretly stationed in Sui'an County, but they all use identities similar to merchants and do not disturb the officials at all levels of Yanzhou Prefecture.
.However, Mr. Fujun, of course, knew about this matter, but he received a secret order from the court in advance not to make it public. As the newly appointed landscape god, Gao Nian was not qualified to enter the Dragon Palace. After Gao Nian went to "Dianmao" twice,
, just don’t go there, so as not to put your hot face on your cold butt and ask for trouble.
Seeing Gao Niang, Chen Pingan took out two bamboo chairs and handed one to Gao Niang. One host and one guest sat under the eaves of the thatched house.
Gao Niang was sitting upright, with his waist straight. When he placed the bamboo chair, he used his "smart energy" and tilted slightly towards the Yinguan Master, and said cautiously: "Master Chen, are you here for the Dragon Palace?"
Gao Niang guessed that in order to prevent mistakes from happening, the Dali imperial court invited Lord Yinguan to sit here personally.
Chen Ping'an smiled and shook his head, "The imperial court's excavation of the Dragon Palace has nothing to do with me, and the people in Dali don't know that I came here to open a library to teach students."
Gao Nian nodded lightly and understood. He must not make any superfluous words or deeds. He had been practicing in Gongmen for decades before he was alive, and later worked in Ziyang Mansion, where all his skills were.
Gao Niang took out the books from his arms, handed them to Chen Ping'an with both hands, and said softly: "Master Chen Shan, a small gift is disrespectful."
"If you have books, you will be rich and noble. If you don't have an official position, you will be light. This is the only thing that makes Brother Gao inferior to me."
Chen Ping'an was not polite, took the book, thanked Gao Niang, patted the book, put it in his sleeve with a smile, and said: "Brother Gao is not an outsider. From now on, if you have some free time from your busy schedule, come here more often."
"
This was a bit caught off guard. Gao Niang was both flattered and embarrassed. After all, it is not easy to find an isolated copy of the same quality as those books. But no matter how difficult it is, it is better than attending the night banquet of Wei Shanjun in Piyun Mountain. Besides,
Well, this kind of personal friendship, being able to chat face to face with a young hidden official, is rare. How can it be compared to the noisy night banquet where two or three hundred guests gather together? Not to mention a few books, just
For thirty copies, Gao Niang was willing to ask someone to borrow money and buy them on credit.
Gao Niang looked around and said with emotion: "It's really unexpected that Master Chen chose to practice here. The so-called reclusive masters who are good at Taoism in their middle age are nothing more than friends with Songfeng and Shanyue. Master Chen
It’s different. If you follow the opposite path, you will become a god-man, indeed a god-man, even more divine than a god.”
Chen Ping'an has long been accustomed to this kind of flattery. He smiled and said: "It's not a practice in the strict sense. It's just teaching. By the way, now that my pseudonym has been left behind, Brother Gao just calls me by my first name. Otherwise,
The more times you do it, the more time passes, and the more you do, the more likely you are to show your flaws."
Gao Niang thought for a while, slapped his knees hard, and said in a deep voice: "Okay, this is a good pseudonym, Su Zi has a saying, life is like a journey against the odds, and I am also a traveler. Shanzhu Chen only chose the word ' Trace '
, next to the word "walk", there is the word "yi", Chen Shanzhu is a foreigner, and it just fits the sentence "I am also a pedestrian, wonderful!"
Zhao Shuxia, who was busy in the kitchen, was stunned for a moment when he heard this. He almost mistakenly thought that the God of Gaohe was possessed by the Taoist Master Jia of Caotou Shop.
Chen Pingan called Zhao Shuxia and asked this disciple to get some dried sweet potatoes to entertain the guests, and then helped introduce Zhao Shuxia's identity as his personal disciple.
Gao Niang stood up, took the dried sweet potato from Zhao Shuxia, and said a few polite words, similar to a famous teacher giving birth to a good disciple. Zhao Shuxia felt that the River God seemed inferior to the old god Jia.
Chen Pingan asked casually: "Who is the leader of the Dali monks who are guarding the gate of the Dragon Palace now?"
Gao Niang replied: "The person in charge on the surface seems to be a female cultivator named Yu Huiting of the Fengxue Temple. She has the status of a monk accompanying the army. As for how the court arranges it secretly, I don't know for the time being.
.”
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "According to the sect's pedigree, Wei Jin is her uncle from a different lineage."
I heard Mi Dajianxian mentioned that when he was training the female cultivators in the Changchun Palace, he once met a rather impressive woman with a slender waist and a frontier army standard sword hanging from the Great Li cavalry.
Wearing a narrow-sleeved brocade coat and dark gauze trousers, the most bizarre pair of embroidered shoes on the feet have two "dragon eye" orbs hanging on the tips... In fact, Mi Yu said it in more detail, and Lord Yinguan just listened.
.
Gao Niang suddenly said: "That's it."
As expected of the world-famous Yin Guan, he could be so casual in his words when he mentioned Wei Da Sword Immortal of the Immortal Stage of Fengxue Temple, the nominal leader of Yizhou Kendo.
While Gao Niang was sighing with emotion, Chen Ping'an instantly stood up with a solemn look on his face, "Gao Niang, I'm sorry for not being a guest. I have something to do. You should also use your magical power to return to Shuifu immediately. Go quickly!"
Gao Niang was confused, but he did not dare to hesitate at all. He quickly used his water magic power, returned to the Ximei River Water Mansion along the Wuxi River, and rushed into the golden statue at one go.
Chen Ping'an took a deep breath, finally came, and cursed for being so thoughtful.
In an instant, Chen Ping'an felt as if he was forcibly dragged into a realm of emptiness beyond the sky.
The first thing I saw was the towering Dharma form of the Lisheng, as big as a star.
Then there are Zheng Juzhong of Baidi City, Fu Lu Yuxuan, Chunyang Luyan, and even Li Xisheng, Xiao Mo, and Xie Gou, or Bai Jing!
There was also a young monk whom Chen Pingan didn't know, but he stood behind the ceremonial saint and in front of everyone.
As expected, Barbarian World will try to break through Haoran World!
It's like two flying boats colliding head-on!
This must be used to completely cut off the path for the Lisheng to reach the fifteenth realm.
Xiao Mo had already revealed his true form, clad in misty white clothes, and said in his heart: "Sir, according to City Lord Zheng's deduction, the first choice for entry into the wild world was Fuyao Continent, followed by our Da Liyu Prefecture, but now it seems that it has been replaced by Fuyao Continent.
Yu Jin’s undersea lair.”
Bai Jing smiled and said: "Fortunately, I acted cautiously and didn't open the box casually."
Zheng Juzhong said: "I'd like to ask Lord Chen to gather his concentration and use two more flying swords."
Chen Pingan nodded.
Li Xisheng smiled and said, "I'll just assist Master Chen."