A burly man and a young man wearing a tiger-head hat and carrying a sword descended from the sky hand in hand.
Jun Qian smiled and said: "We're here."
Bai Ye looked at the trend and veins of the stretching peaks of Luopo Mountain, nodded and said: "The feng shui is good."
Jun Qian said: "The atmosphere is better."
Xianwei changed his books and stood up quickly, asking, "Who are the two distinguished guests?"
Jun Qian cupped her hands and said, "My name is Liu Shiliu, and I am your mountain master's senior brother Jun Qian. This person next to me is my friend, named Bai Ye."
The Xianwei was startled again and again, and then he suppressed his laughter. His face was sullen, and he almost couldn't hold it anymore. An idea came to him, and he quickly called the Taoist priest. He lowered his head and said: "In the year of the Taoist priest, the Taoist name is Xianwei. Thanks to the mountain master, he is now
As the gatekeeper of Luopo Mountain, Pindao met Master Liu Xian and Bai Jianxian here."
The first time I was shocked was when I heard that the other party turned out to be Shanzhu Chen’s "Senior Brother Jun Qian". The second time I was shocked was when I heard about "Bai Ye" and just looked at the other party's appearance and attire...
Jun Qian was actually startled when she noticed the hairpin on the other side.
Junior brother, you can kidnap such cute and cute millet grains, but you can also kidnap this... Taoist priest?
Thousands of years ago, the two sides had fought each other quite a few times, so it would be impossible to get to know each other without fighting.
At that time, Jun Qian was a "go there because of fame", so of course she had never been beaten. Fortunately, the first Taoist priest in the world had a good temper and didn't care about anything.
Xian Wei straightened up and raised his head, wondering why the white-haired boy didn't show up immediately. After serving as the genealogy officer, as long as a guest comes to the door, the white-haired boy will be there as soon as possible.
Jun Qian asked: "Where are the millet grains?"
Xian Wei smiled and replied: "Today's morning patrol class has ended. Recently I like to go to Huanghu Mountain to patrol."
Jun Qian exclaimed, "Junior Brother, there seem to be a lot of big shots coming to this mountain recently."
The Xianwei thought about it for a while, and then said a few words to the handsome young man, "Bai Jianxian, your name is good."
Bai Ye asked: "How to say it?"
Xianwei suddenly felt a little embarrassed, what should I say? It was just a polite statement, how could you ask Xiaodao to say it?
The scene was a bit tense, but it was a pity that Jia Lao Shenxian, who never knew what a cold moment was, was not present.
Jun Qian smiled and explained: "Master Xianwei, he is Bai Ye."
The Xianwei felt helpless. The young man called himself Bai Ye, so what would he be called if he wasn't called Bai Ye?
Jun Qian said: "There is an unwritten rule: drink a cup of tea before climbing. What do you say?"
Bai Ye said: "Then do as the Romans do."
Jun Qian took Bai Ye to sit at that table.
In fact, Jun Qian just wanted to drink tea and eat melon seeds here, and then she had to wait for the little girl who would serve as the protector of Luo Shan You for her junior brother.
As for what my friend Bai Ye thinks, it doesn't matter anyway.
A little girl in black seemed to have received the message and hurriedly climbed the mountain from the back mountain, then passed the top of Jiling Peak and ran all the way down the mountain.
I have met Senior Brother Zuo of the Hao Ren Mountain Master a long time ago. The rumors outside are all lies. Why is his temper so bad? But he is so approachable!
He's a table-sized swordsman!
That Mr. Jun Qian is equally great, so he is even more kind.
There is also a pair of fists as big as bowls. Just like what the book says, a hero travels the world and beats up all the invincible opponents in the world with his fists.
The protector on the right side of Luo Luo Shan was a Qi practitioner after all, but he was sweating all over from running.
Behind the little girl in black is a boy with white hair.
Without millet grains blocking the way, the music editor really didn't dare to show up today.
It was the white-haired boy who carried the millet grains to the foot of the back mountain, but the millet grains said to put them down and insisted on running all the way to the gate of the front mountain.
The white-haired boy had no choice but to run like a wheel on two legs, holding on to the millet grains.
Xiaomi ran faster and faster, passed the mountain gate archway, stopped, grinned and said: "Mr. Jun Qian, you are here."
Jun Qian had already stood up and said with a smile: "Xiaomili, I kept you waiting."
Jun Qian glanced at Bai Ye, who felt helpless and had to stand up.
Xiao Mili looked at the young man wearing a tiger hat, his face strained, and his two sparse and light yellow brows were furrowed.
Although the little girl was actually holding back her laughter, to outsiders, it might look more like she was sulking.
Bai Ye also seemed to find it interesting and smiled: "Just laugh if you want."
Xiao Mi Li scratched his face, then shook his head vigorously like a rattle.
It was rare for the white-haired boy to be so restrained, and he timidly said: "Mr. Jun Qian, and this Bai... Immortal Master, I am the genealogist. According to the rules of our mountain, can I record a name?"
Bai Ye said: "My name is Bai Ye. I am from Haoran Zhongtu Shenzhou. I am currently practicing in Qingming Tianxuanxuandu Monastery."
Xiaomi Li let out a cry.
She secretly gave a thumbs up to Mr. Jun Qian.
Upon hearing this, the Xianwei tilted his body and fell directly from the bamboo chair to the ground. He accidentally dropped the book from his sleeve and kicked it towards Brother Dafeng's house with lightning speed.
Perhaps because he felt it was disrespectful to the books, he tiptoed over there, with his back to the table, picked up the book, took a breath, patted it gently, and put it in his sleeve.
Then he took out a sage's book from his other sleeve, turned around, pretended to hold it in his hand, sat on the bamboo chair again and started reading.
The white-haired boy recorded the two "visitors" in the book and fled without hospitality. Anyway, there were grains of millet.
Sitting at the table, there was already tea on the table for the guests. Taoist Master Xianwei was very good at dealing with people, and there was no leakage.
Xiaomi Li glanced at Mr. Jun Qian, and Liu Shiliu looked at Xiao Mili.
Wouldn't it be a bit shabby?
Just don't worry, of course not.
A large handful of millet seeds were taken from the sleeves and piled on Bai Ye's side, and Mr. Jun Qian also gave a large handful of them.
Then the little girl felt a little embarrassed and wanted to open her beloved cotton satchel.
Bai Ye smiled and gave half of the melon seeds to the little girl in black.
Although Wei Bo was wondering why Zhu Lian and Jiang Shangzhen didn't show up at the mountain gate immediately, he still rushed to Luolu Mountain Table immediately.
Wei Bo bowed and said, "Wei Bo, the little god of Piyun Mountain, has met Mr. Liu and Mr. Bai."
Jun Qian stood up and returned the favor with the Weishan Lord.
Bai Ye looked indifferent and just nodded in greeting.
If he had been willing to pay attention to such red tape, Shiro would not have chosen the dojo on that isolated island offshore.
Wei Bo asked: "Do you want the little god to talk to Master Chen?"
Jun Qian smiled and waved her hands and said: "No, let the junior brother go about his own business first. We don't need to pay attention to him here. Bai Ye is so happy that no one cares whether he treats guests or not."
Xiaomi Li opened her cotton satchel and took out the dried fish and stopped.
Jun Qian added, "Except for millet grains, of course."
Xiao Mi Li grinned happily and distributed the dried fish.
Bai Ye glanced at Jun Qian.
Jun Qian smiled and said: "Eat it, why are you standing there in a daze? I've tasted it and it tastes pretty good."
Bai Ye had no choice but to pick up a piece of dried fish from the river and chew it carefully. He watched the little girl secretly look at him from the corner of her eye and said, "It tastes good."
Xiaomi Li was so excited that she took out a bag of dried fish from her cotton satchel and put it on the table.
She patted her bag again and said decisively: "There's more!"
Bai Ye was speechless.
Jun Qian laughed.
My friend Bai Ye also has today.
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Lu Chen first sent a secret letter to Xuanduguan. It was not too much to say that it was a letter from home. Pindao was so familiar with Xuanduguan that visiting there was like going home. The whole world knew about it.
As for giving a small favor to Master Chen before leaving Haoran Tianxia, is that considered a favor? Pindao and Master Chen are close friends who met at the end of Qingping!
After that, it was a real journey.
In Nanhua City, Lu Chen rarely fasted, bathed and changed clothes, took a serious approach, and stayed in seclusion in the dojo before he dared to swim against the current.
Along the way, Lu Chen, wearing a lotus crown on his head, waded through the water and saw many bizarre and unimaginable sights.
The two large sleeves of the Taoist robe draw out the dazzling colorful glaze colors.
It's a pity that no one can see this scene along the way.
Finally, Lu Chen met a "passer-by". Unfortunately, the other person's figure disappeared in a flash, and Lu Chen had no time to speak. The other person was vaguely a female-looking Qi practitioner, and she only looked at Lu Chen.
Then he met a barefoot man who was as big as a mountain compared to Lu Chen. Every step he took was thunderous and vibrating. The water splashing under his feet was often mixed with countless glass splashing in all directions. fragments.
Lu Chen rolled up his sleeves and pocketed a few larger pieces of glass "nearby". Lu Chen and his fellow Taoist who didn't know whether they were going to the future or returning to the past laughed and said thank you, but the burly and muscular Han just buried his head in running and paid no attention to it.
Walking along the long river of time, meeting a pedestrian on the road is as difficult as climbing to the sky, and trying to see the other person's face clearly is even harder than climbing to the sky.
Lu Chen didn't dare to count at the moment. There were countless whirlpools in the river under his feet. If he wasn't careful, he would fall deeply into them. Especially when meeting some truly enlightened people in the "present moment", the river water would touch the rocks and he would be suspended. Lu Chen didn't want to stay in a certain place for hundreds of years due to the exciting and dangerous scenes. As for the occasional glimpses of the "shore" on the road, they were all blurry and uncertain fragments. After watching them, if you want to remember them, Even someone as high as Lu Chen would feel dizzy, because every picture symbolizes indescribable heavenly secrets.
I don't know how long it took, but fortunately Lu Chen was prepared. Every time he traveled through the long river of time in the past three thousand years, it was an experience. In addition, Lu Chen was pulled into the great world by the Buddha, so the years passed by. Even if it is almost infinite and endless, it is still not a difficulty for Lu Chen. Otherwise, if he were in the ordinary Fourteenth Realm, he would probably be tortured by this kind of "empty" and "nothing" realm. The Taoist heart has been lost.
Lu Chen finally stopped and exhaled a long breath, he had arrived, he had finally found it!
A large pile of green and purple talismans in the two sleeves of the Taoist robe had been reduced to ashes.
The scene in front of Lu Chen was like coming to a vast expanse of water, as flat as a mirror, with countless gravels under his feet, colorful and gorgeous.
The "water surface" is like a thin layer of glass, and those gravels, if you look closely, you will see that every sand is a star, just laid out layer after layer.
In the far distance where Lu Chen could see everything, there was a long chain that looked like an iron chain across the river, like a line across the sky and the earth. If I had to name it, I could probably call it "karma".
But Lu Chen still couldn't find the ancient god he wanted to talk to.
The identity of the prisoner, one of the priesthood, is to guard the dead and those who have committed crimes in the long river of time.
However, even if we return home now, the trip was worthwhile. We finally saw a large number of "living creatures", including ancient, strange, ghosts and gods.
There is a woman whose face cannot be seen clearly. She is wearing a long cyan skirt and her robes are slowly swaying. She has the beauty of a lady on a wall with her clothes hanging in the wind.
She was sitting in a kneeling position, with a small table in front of her and several simple-style pottery drinking utensils placed on it.
There is a huge hanging mountain that is constantly sinking. It is probably taller than the five mountains of Middle-earth put together. But the truth is that it may be shorter than a grain of dust in the vast world.
There is a headless man on the top of the mountain holding a head in his hand. On the head, there are many eyes like honeycomb holes. After finding Lu Chen, he blinks or closes his eyes and makes a buzzing sound.
A strange being who kept talking and writing with his fingers, as if chanting two Buddhist verses with a nasal tone, seemed to dislike being interrupted, and shouted, "Noisy!"
After a while, this strange being began to repeat again, those two words were "freedom".
Occasionally, there will be a slight difference, and the weird existence will burst into tears and mutter to himself, "I don't know the cause and effect, it's not enough, it's far from enough."
On a high snow-white platform that seemed to be tempered by countless snowflakes, there were various altars used for sacrifices. Wisps of incense curled up, but then fell slowly, each with its own height.
He was probably someone who used ancient methods to entertain the gods and seek immortality.
"Next door" to the high platform is an ancient wooden boat, with "a purple robe" painted with dragons floating on the bow. He sneered in ancient language: "The road is broken, and you still want to connect the heaven and the earth. How can you be a small witch and a big witch!"
There is a man with extremely long eyebrows and extremely white skin. He looks like a real person from ancient times. It is probably rare to see guests here. His face gradually becomes clearer and his appearance is handsome, but it is still difficult to conceal the dimness of his eyes. The man
He sat cross-legged near the long chain, with a euphorbia across his knees. Perhaps it had been too long since he had spoken seriously. His voice was as hoarse as a knife grinding stone, and he asked with a smile: "Who comes from when and where?"
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But he quickly laughed at himself: "You must not understand. After all, eight thousand years have passed since that incident."
Lu Chen couldn't understand the other party's words, but he could figure it out in his mind.
I see, he is a Qi practitioner from a long time ago.
This at least means that in the long future, there will still be Qi practitioners who can come here, which is good. But thinking about it again, it seems that it may not be possible, what if the martial arts practitioners are pure enough.
There was a woman with two eyebrows shaved off. She gently raised the back of her hand and looked at it again and again. Then she raised her head and looked at the Taoist priest who was a guest from afar with great interest.
In addition, there is a group of existences, shadowy and looming.
According to Lu Chen's rough calculation, most of them are connected to the wilderness.
That's right, demon monks are naturally physically strong and can climb to the top of mountains faster. They are not afraid of the sky or the earth, and they always like to break all old rules and new rules with their hands.
An old man wearing a high crown, walking unsteadily and unsteadily, came "more than a dozen steps" in front of Lu Chen and asked in wild and elegant words: "Is Lu Fayan dead?"
Lu Chen smiled and replied: "Senior, if you are old friends with him, you can cry. If you have a grudge, you can let go. There is no need to take revenge, because Lu Fayan has been eaten by someone."
The old man with a high crown nodded and stared at this "young Taoist priest".
Lu Chen then smiled and asked in a barbaric and elegant manner: "Dare you ask me your senior's Taoist number?"
The old man Gaoguan narrowed his eyes and said: "There is no Taoist name. I once used the pseudonym Zhang Jiao. Let me think about it. I have to think about it carefully. Now that I think about it, I have never done anything important. I am just a warrior who specializes in killing barbarians. Haha, these
Guys, all of them have their eyes high above their heads. Except that they can’t go to the ring and ask for punches, they are fine everywhere.”
Lu Chen pecked at the rice and nodded vigorously: "I once asked an expert about boxing. If the opponent does not cooperate with the stance, what should I do? Senior, what do you think the expert said? What is the answer?
It’s very interesting. He said that if you have hundreds of boxing skills, if you go to the ring to decide whether to live or die, it will all be a king’s boxing.”
The old man with a high crown nodded and said: "Exalted people have great opinions. It's a pity that I can't see you anymore."
Lu Chen still nodded vigorously and said, "Don't meet me, don't meet me. I'm afraid that your senior will be beaten to death by two or three punches from him."
The old man with a high crown stared at Lu Chen for a while, "I believe what you said, I have really seen that guy."
Lu Chen took a step forward, and the old man stepped back and said with a smile: "A good Taoist priest, no matter how you learn swordsmanship, shouldn't you be focused on practicing Taoism?"
With a feint, he scared away a wild monster that had ascended to the top of the realm. Lu Chen stopped and said proudly, "I can't scare you old thing to death."
The old man hesitated for a moment, but chose to continue retreating, and finally his figure disappeared into a cloud of white mist.
Lu Chen squatted down, stretched out his palm, and placed his palm gently on the glazed water surface.
Looking down, I seemed to see a butterfly flying in the "water".
A pair of extremely refined golden eyes slowly opened, overlooking the young Taoist priest wearing a lotus crown.
To this ancient high-ranking god, Taoist priests are indeed still young even if they are thousands of years old.
No words, no voice, no ripples.
Like beating drums, like thunder, like surging rivers.
"Lu Chen, you tried to cross the border three thousand years ago. Are you going to try again and violate the rules of heaven again?"
Lu Chen's body swayed, so he had to retract his hand, sighed softly, raised his sleeves, shook out a futon, and floated on the water.
Lu Chen sat on the futon, folded his hands on his abdomen, remained silent, and began to concentrate, sit and forget, and fast.
There was an ancient Taoist priest standing on the head of an ancient ferocious beast, swimming close to it on the water.
"That little-nosed Taoist priest, what are you doing here? Is it the perfection of the Ascension Realm, or the Fourteenth Realm? Within the Taoist legal system, who should be called Master? Please tell me!"
Lu Chen ignored it.
"No matter whose disciple or grandson you are, the first Taoist priest in the world and I, as well as the mute young man who liked hanging on the tail of the long queue the most, are all Taoist priests of the same generation. Why don't you call me grandpa?
You have taken a huge advantage! When you go back, I guarantee you will be able to brag to everyone."
Lu Chen just held his breath and concentrated. Every time he took a breath, the true energy condensed between his nostrils, like two white snakes hanging down. The same scene was seen on the Taoist priest's heels.
"The calf nose, I can't tell. You really have some skills. I just don't know if you can still show off like this after you have been here for a long time. You may not even be as good as those poor people. Let alone swallowing the real energy, your five senses and internal organs are...
It’s going to be flattened.”
"Little Taoist priest, let's talk to Grandpa Grandmaster. In the world where you are today, are there many qi practitioners who are neither higher nor lower than yours? Are there many hands in the world?"
"It doesn't matter if you don't say anything. All you need to do is tell me, did that mute little Taoist priest who seemed to have the same virtue as everyone else get beaten up with teeth by someone later?"
Hearing this, Lu Chen finally opened his eyes and touched his nose, "He is Xiaodao's master. Senior, please wait. Xiaodao will invite the master to come over and talk about old times with senior."
"Forget it, I don't have any grudges against him. We only had a normal relationship back then, so it's okay not to see him."
After that, the ancient Taoist priest really didn't speak again.
That strange being who seemed to have practiced the heretic Wild Fox Zen had actually been listening carefully to the conversation between Lu Chen and the Taoist priest. After learning that the young Taoist priest was indeed a Taoist priest, he was immediately disappointed and burst into tears.
The woman who liked to raise the back of her hand like a white jade bow waved to Lu Chen and said with a sweet smile: "Taoist Priest, does Qingqiu in the world have a new master now?"
Lu Chen called the Taoist sect chief, "To tell you what my predecessors are saying, there is no Qingqiu in the world now, so how can we talk about the master."
The woman's expression was complicated all of a sudden, and she seemed to be sullen and smiling at the same time. The so-called vixen in later generations, on her side, would be ashamed of herself.
"You came here without crossing the line or retreating. What do you want to do?"
"To prevent anyone from coming here, have a fight with my senior brother...'Duizi'."
If one exchanges one Fourteen Realm for one Fourteen Realm.
Of course, it was Lu Chen's senior brother who suffered the most.
You absolutely cannot do this kind of loss-making business.
The spirit said: "Lu Chen, you have your reasons, and I have my duties. You cannot stay here for a long time and go back."
Lu Chen said aggrievedly: "My senior brother used to come here often, why don't you drive people away?"
The spirit said: "It's different. Kou Mingyu Feng is almost a divine power. It's almost a gift from heaven."
Lu Chen's eyes were sad and he said: "I am a poor man who asks his mind to interpret dreams. The difference is that he has almost magical powers."
The spirit said: "There is a difference between Taoism and magical power after all."
Lu Chen asked: "Can't you just turn a blind eye?"
The god said: "What do you think?"
Lu Chen fell backwards and quickly reached out his hands to press against the water surface before he fell to the ground.
The spirit said: "They cannot leave and must stay here. Why do you, Lu Chen, waste your time here?"
Lu Chen jumped up and the futon was hit by a few thin threads of lightning. The fire burned fiercely, and finally it flowed like water.
Another stagger.
After that, Lu Chen's feet felt like they were in mud, and every time Lu Chen moved, he would bring out mud as heavy as a mountain.
In an instant, Lu Chen stood up from the ground, his body floating sideways, and when he landed, his feet seemed to be sprained, and his knee joints creaked.
In fact, this is why Lu Chen fell backwards and fell to the ground when he was sitting on the railing at Guo Yunlou Inn.
And why he sprained his ankle while he was with the Longxiang Sword Sect.
Lu Chen raised his hand, put his fingers together, pulled lightly, and said angrily: "If you continue to be so aggressive, Xiaodao will use his real skills!"
It was like twisting a curtain with his two fingers, and Lu Chen opened a corner.
In an instant, the sky and earth, which were originally as bright as day, were filled with countless lights as dark as ink, penetrating into this world like a tide.
The spirit shouted: "Stop!"
Lu Chen hurriedly stretched out his hand to push the darkness back into the curtain, then loosened his fingers and lowered the curtain again.
Lu Chen said angrily: "It's Xiaodao who lost his temper."
There was a laughter, which was like the echo of the valley and the rolling thunder from the sky. "Although it is like a dog jumping over the wall, I do have some Taoism. I am worthy of being a direct disciple of Taoist ancestors."
Lu Chen put his hands on his hips and made a scolding gesture, "Sneaky, what are you talking about? If you have the ability, why don't you dance?"
As for the identity of the other party, Lu Chen knew it clearly.
It is a deity under the jurisdiction of the Lei Department of Heaven in ancient times, and the deity still exists today.
In the Great Li capital city, the guy who worked as a coachman for Nanhao used to be in charge of the Zhankan Division.
This god is half the boss of the old coachman. But he is still not one of the twelve high-ranking gods.
He asked: "Will Ma Kuxuan die?"
Lu Shenwei said angrily: "I told you to let Yima go, so Pindao has already saved him once. Otherwise, he would have been beaten to death by Chen Pingan, so why not Pindao?!"
The god remained silent and returned to his throne.
Lu Chen breathed a sigh of relief.
The conscience of heaven and earth means that poor Taoists have no time to spare.
Although this god has always hoped that Ma Kuxuan could "enlighten" and then embark on a divine path.
But the "dojo" of this old Lei tribe god in the human world is not Zhenwu Mountain where Ma Kuxuan practiced.
Zhenwu Mountain, one of the ancestral palaces of the Aquarius Continent military family, is actually one of the dojos of another god.
If this god really wanted to ask questions, Lu Chen would have to call the Taoist priest before speaking properly. He must be polite.
After all, both the senior brother in charge and senior brother Yu are extremely respectful to this deity with outstanding merits.
Because in the ancient times about six thousand years ago, a group of majestic beings with brand-new "god names" appeared.
The god named "Dajiao" who travels around Suishan Mountain in Zhongtu, as well as the real people on land who have their own mountain offices, all appeared at about the same time.
Moreover, the founders of the three religions all recognized these divine names.
For example, there is a god named "Zhenwu" among them.
Qingming Tianxia Bai Yujing, the demon outside the world, is not only afraid of Dao Ancestor, but also is afraid of this "True Martial" God King.
There is another osmanthus tree above the moon, which blooms in spring. From the palace in the sky, osmanthus trees rain down.
This female deity can be regarded as filling some of the vacancies in the gods. Her divine name is "Guanghan".
But she never wanted to return to that "dojo".
Lu Chen put his hand to his ear. After waiting for a long time and hearing nothing, he took back his hand and said tentatively: "Everyone take a step back?"
There was still silence, Lu Chen felt relieved, this was his agreement.
Lu Chen's figure dissipated, stopped at one place, and reappeared. The previous lively scene was no longer visible, and was covered in white mist.
The Taoist priest wearing a lotus crown on his head is alone, and there are only dead people in the world who are like this and don't give up day and night.
Lu Chen's expression was solemn and solemn, and he no longer had any of his usual aura.
Then Pindao is here, waiting for Zheng Juzhong in Baidi City!
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In Huaihuang County, there is an old house that has never been sold to outsiders.
Dong Shuijing opened the door and said with a smile: "Hey, isn't this Lin Yupu? It's an honor to come here."
Lin Shou crossed the threshold and stretched out his hand, "Stop talking nonsense and hurry up."
Dong Shuijing asked in confusion: "What?"
Lin Shouyi said: "Congratulations."
Dong Shuijing was amused, "You are imitating Wei Shanjun."
Lin Shouyi said: "I borrowed some Guyu money from Chen Ping'an and I have to pay him back as soon as possible."
Dong Shuijing laughed and said, "I was shocked. I thought you were getting married."
Lin Shouyi raised his foot as if to kick someone. Dong Shuijing turned sideways and said with a smile, "A scholar talks but doesn't use his hands."
To use Chen Shanzhu’s words, it’s like two chickens pecking each other.
Lin Shouyi said: "The old rules are stupid."
Dong Shuijing went to the kitchen to light a fire and cooked two bowls of wontons.
While Dong Shuijing was busy, Lin Shouyi, who was sitting at the Eight Immortals table in the main room, turned his head and stared blankly at the willow tree in the courtyard.
As for the well next to the tree, Lin Yupu didn't even notice it.
By the time Dong Shuijing held a large bowl of steaming wontons in one hand, Lin Shouyi had already averted his eyes.
Lin Shouyi took the bowl and chopsticks and asked, "Do you know why Chen Pingan called us here this time?"
Dong Shuijing shook his head and said, "I didn't ask."
As soon as Lin Shou was eating the wontons, he started to pick and choose. Dong Shuijing didn't bother to listen and just kept his head down while eating.
When I was in school, I didn't like this guy, not because Lin Shouyi was a child of a wealthy family, but because he liked to have a bad face every day.
Later, Dong Shuijing became even more displeased with Lin Shou.
She is the same age as them and Li Huai's sister.
That slender woman like a willow, and she still has such gentle features.
Dong Shuijing asked: "How much do you owe Chen Ping'an?"
Lin Shouyi said: "One hundred."
Dong Shuijing nodded and said, "I'll put it on for you first."
Lin Shouyi said: "Gu Yu Qian."
Dong Shuijing pretended to be surprised and said: "I thought it was Xiaoxue Qian."
Lin Shouyi cursed the rich man.
Dong Shuijing said: "You have such a good relationship with Chen Pingan, how can you be willing to owe me a favor?"
Lin Shouyi said: "There are places where you need to spend money to dig out the dam over Tongyezhou."
Dong Shuijing said: "Don't I have no place to spend money?"
Lin Shou sighed, "You only have money to make in Dong Ban City."
I have to admit that this guy Dong Shuijing is really a good material for making money. Just talking about one of his businesses made Lin Shou admire him as soon as he heard it.
I booked several Xianjia hills with good aura, especially the clear water veins, and tinkered with some potted plants, specifically to collect money from the generals, ministers, ministers, and dignitaries at the foot of the mountain.
It is not safe to call it saving money for children and grandchildren. It is better to pre-purchase a pot of fairy flowers and trees with them. In order for the potted plants to take shape, they must be carefully cultivated for decades or even decades.
If you have one or two potted plants, Shantou Immortal Mansion will carefully record them and make an appointment in advance according to each customer's own requirements. The descendants must take them home in a certain year. Of course, they can also take them home on the spot.
Converting it into fairy money, taking things in advance or exchanging money will not work. Unless the family is really in trouble and is too poor to open the pot, the family members can just go up the mountain and exchange for a slightly discounted fairy money to cultivate bonsai.
The Immortal Mansion can even help keep a family tree... Anyway, everything is taken care of in every detail.
Lin Shouyi heard that a large number of dignitaries and gentry from all over the world were tempted and started spending money one after another. Countless people from all over the world followed suit.
Lin Shouyi had to admire Dong Shuijing's business experience for doing this business.
This is just one of Dong Shuijing’s many business avenues.
Dong Shuijing cursed for no reason, "Coward!"
Lin Shou glared and said, "You are a waste that is worse than me!"
The chickens started pecking each other again.
There are clouds above the layers of clouds, and at the bottom below the clouds is the human world. I can’t get tired of watching it for a long time.
After Ma Yuan drank wine, he became inspired by poetry, but he had to prepare a preface first.
Unlike many scholars, Ma Yuan likes to recite and excerpt the prefaces of various poems and songs.
Zhao Yao, the minister of the Ministry of Justice, took a ferry belonging to the Dali military. When he returned home this time, Zhao Yao also brought his immediate boss, Ma Yuan, and Guan Yiran, a doctor from the Ministry of Household Purposes.
Zhao Yao was called here by the "junior uncle", while Guan Yiran was pretending to be a public servant and came here to see his friends "on the way". Lord Chen of Luopo Mountain and Jing Kuan, who had only been the governor of Baoxi County for a few days,
, they are all the kind of good friends who would throw up even if they drank plain wine in the Changpu River.
The ferry is far around the Beiyue Piyun Mountain, which means it is close to Niujiao Ferry.
Ma Yuan stood leaning on the railing on the observation deck outside the house, patting the railing gently. Seeing the beautiful scenery, he felt inspired and began to recite poems and write poems.
Zhao Yao and Guan Yiran were sitting in the house drinking. Guan Yiran turned around and said with a smile: "Uncle Ma, you are writing again. Do you want me to help you compile your thousands of limericks into a book? Find a bookstore and spend some time with me."
Is the money journal printed? I don’t have to worry about sales. There are so many yamen in the capital. As long as they are officials, below the second rank and above the ninth rank, with one copy per person, my capital will be recovered. This business can be done! If you add
If you stay with the capital, you can make a lot of money!"
The Master Shangshu, who was interrupted from his thoughts, did not turn his head, but just raised a finger.
Zhao Yao laughed and said: "If Master Shangshu really wants to publish a collection of poems, even if he doesn't have official connections and just uses a pseudonym, he won't have to worry about selling it at all."
Guan Yiran joked: "Shilang Zhao, why did you become an official? If you didn't flatter me earlier, our Uncle Ma will be going to Rizhui Ferry soon. Are you going to burn the cold stove?"
Zhao Yao asked directly: "Isn't it true that in the wild world, I still hold the title of minister? Are you going to step down?"
Guan Yiran raised his chin and said, "Only high-ranking officials who are qualified to participate in the imperial study room know about this kind of thing. You can ask the official."
Ma Yuan walked back to the house and said: "There is no need to resign. Anyway, we have you as the assistant minister in our criminal department, so there will be no mistakes. What's more, in the six yamen, the high position cannot be completely moved, but it cannot be too frequent."
Guan Yiran laughed and said: "For Minister Zhao, this is not good news. He has to drink to drown his sorrows. Come on, Minister Zhao, let's go together."
Zhao Yao was a little helpless.
This contemporary head of the Ma family of Shangzhu Kingdom was actually the Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs not long ago. He was transferred to the Ministry of Punishment as the chief official and could neither be promoted nor demoted.
Mu Yan, the former left minister of the Ministry of Justice, was promoted to Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs, replacing Ma Yuan, and became the Prime Minister of the country.
The offices of the Ministry of Punishment, as well as the monks who worshiped under the name of the Ministry of Punishment, were naturally happy to see this happen. After all, Ma Yuan was well-known in both the government and the public for his careful calculation and wise way of making money.
Regarding that war, among the six chief officials of the Dali imperial court, who had the greater credit? The only question was whether it was Shen Chen or Ma Yuan. It had nothing to do with Zhao Duanjin, the Minister of Rites.
Cao Ping and Yan Jiao, both of whom had the same surname from Shangzhu Kingdom, had already gone to the Rizhui Ferry in the wild world to join Song Changjing and the vassal king Song Mu.
And the head of the Ma family in Poyang is a bloated man with a sinister face. As long as Ma Yuan doesn't wear official uniforms and wear court boots, he looks like a wealthy man from a small county town. No more. The county government
It is unlikely that the richest man would have Ma Yuan's virtues. But people should not be judged by their appearance. Although Ma Yuan is tall and round, he may be able to scare the timid and women who are afraid of him when he walks alone on the streets of Beijing at night.
It is a person who encounters a robbery, and a man is afraid of a robbery. However, this Shangshu Ma, who has been in charge of Dali's money bag for many years, is extremely talented. He has a hairpin in small regular script and writes with great proficiency.
The old man of the Zhao family, who was the founder of Guange style in the Great Li Dynasty, said that Ma Yuan's small regular script was exactly the opposite of his appearance.
This means that no matter how ugly the person in Ma Yuan is, the handwriting will be beautiful.
As for Ma Yuan, as an important minister of the Great Li who was recognized as one of the arms of the Imperial Preceptor Cui Chan, he was indeed a very unscrupulous official.
He is also one of the two people who have been promoted the fastest in the officialdom of Dali in recent decades. Ma Yuan in the capital in the north, and Liu Qingfeng in the capital in the south.
As for why Guan Yiran was able to speak so freely on Ma Yuan's side, it was because Ma Yuan's imperial examination master was Guan Yiran's great-grandfather.
The iron-clad old minister of the official department, the smooth-witted minister and doctor.
In addition, before Ma Yuan became a high-ranking official of the third rank, he inspected the plans in Beijing every three years. Whether Ma Yuan was an official in Beijing or a local official, he received first-class reviews every time without any suspense.
This made Ma Yuan, who was born in the Ma family of Poyang in the Shangzhu Kingdom, move to the official office seven times in three years!
This earned Ma Yuan a coveted official nickname, "Waistcoat".
Therefore, in the Hubu Yamen, Ma Yuan, who liked to scold others the most, was the only one who did not scold Guan Yiran.
Of course, apart from such a relationship, Guan Yiran's accounting skills, especially his accounting skills, are indeed not bad.
As night falls, on the eastern border of Aquarius Continent, the Qingluan Kingdom has broken away from the identity of the Great Li vassal.
Li Bao, who has been the Minister of Etiquette for many years, personally entertained a guest today. The guest was an unknown person both on and off Aopingzhou Mountain.
Liu Li.
This young Qi practitioner is a native of Qingluan Kingdom.
Li Bao was an old man with a bookish appearance. When he closed his study, he turned into Li Baozhen, the weaver official of the Great Li Dynasty.
In his early years, when Li Baozhen was serving as the chief spy of Lvbo Pavilion in Dali, he changed his official identity in Qingluan Kingdom. He was promoted quickly and soon became the Minister of Rites.
Having presided over many examinations, he is worthy of being the most influential person in the country.
In addition, Li Baozhen was also the behind-the-scenes emperor of several former Great Li vassal states, including the Qingluan Kingdom. The various immortal mansions on the mountain and the Jianghu sects below the mountain were all under Li Baozhen's control.
Liu Ming originally didn't want to see Li Baozhen, but one of his secret mansions was robbed. It didn't take much to think about it, but he knew it was Li Baozhen who took it without telling him.
There are two bowls on the table, one bowl of ink and one bowl of water.
There is not a single sage's book in this study. They are all miscellaneous books that "are of no benefit to the imperial examination and fame, and are of no help to the world and the people's hearts."
Li Baozhen poured himself a glass of wine, sat down first, stretched out his hand and pressed twice to signal that the guests were welcome.
Liu Bei hesitated for a moment and sat on the chair opposite.
Playing against chairs is like playing chess.
Li Bao asked with a smile: "Where is Wang Yifu, have you met in these years?"
Liu Li remained silent.
At that time, Liu Fei's own boss, later Liu Qingfeng, the Minister of Rites of the Capital City, served as a parent official in a small county in his hometown of Qingluan State. Wang Yifu was a county captain at that time, and later when Liu Qingfeng changed places, he went to Niaobula.
As the prefect of a small border county, Wang Yifu followed him and worked as a coachman all the way. As Liu Qingfeng's school boy, or half a student, Liu Bei had a good relationship with Wang County Lieutenant with a bold personality at that time, because
The other party often drinks with Liu Qingfeng.
It seemed that as long as County Lieutenant Wang opened his mouth, he could make his own master, who was always alone with his brows slightly furrowed and thinking about something, say a few more words.
I remember that one time while drinking, Wang Yifu once asked his father a question, wanting to know what he thought of the mountains.
Liu Bei couldn't remember much because he was drunk at the time, but one of the questions and answers between his father and Wang County Lieutenant left a deep impression on Liu Bei to this day.
In my master's opinion, the Taoist cultivators on the mountain, the so-called gods, are actually just ordinary people with bigger fists, nothing more, with few exceptions.
Liu Qingfeng had another question at that time, which he asked Liu Ming. Of course, it was more likely that it was a kind of self-questioning and self-questioning of a master, and it had to do with whether or not the rules were followed, including those who made the rules.
Li Baozhen pointed to a book on the table and said with a smile: "Liu Ming, you are a very cautious person, so I am even more surprised. What on earth do you think? You don't keep such things in mind.
Dare you write it on paper?"
On top of that booklet was a series of interlocking plans, directed at a big shot who could kill Liu Li with just one finger.
Both sides are about the same age, but their levels are very different.
Liu Ming still didn't speak.
Li Baozhen asked: "Or are you just telling me the ideas that came from Liu Shangshu and writing them down for me?"
Liu Bei finally said: "If it was my master's idea, you must have been included in the plan when you got the booklet."
Li Baozhen nodded, "That's probably it."
I remember that when I was watching a "drinking meal" hosted by Mr. Liu, a mountain sect with a guilty conscience was about to leak a scandal. I asked Liu Qingfeng for help through connections, and Liu Qingfeng helped fabricate a similar scandal.
There was such a fuss that all the Shanshui and Di newspapers were talking about it. Of course, the result could only prove that the sect was innocent. Then there was another rumor that slandered the sect. The monks began to work hard to prove their innocence again. After that
, when the real scandal was "revealed", everyone from the top to the bottom didn't take it seriously and no longer wanted to get to the bottom of it.
Li Baozhen found Liu Qingfeng, but the latter just said lightly, this is called watching the excitement, and the same excitement often doesn't make it lively.
Of course, in return, the small and well-off sect squandered the pot and secretly sent a large sum of fairy money to the Luojing household department.
Li Baozhen still doesn't know whether the real victims of that scandal, a small martial arts sect who didn't have time to expose their enemies, received the kind of justice that they were satisfied with or truly recognized in their hearts.
As for the booklet on the table, Liu Bei recorded the entry point of the plan in it, which was regarded as a first move against Chen Ping'an.
It's Ruan Xiu of Longquan Sword Sect.
In this way, Chen Ping'an and Luo Luoshan's sudden fortunes become more reasonable.
Especially reasonable.
Both parties have already made a private decision for life.
Then two small sects who owned Shanshui Di newspapers to publicize this incident were brutally wiped out, and both died under the sword's energy.
Of course, no one would believe that this was Luo Luo Shan's method.
But this is only the first link, just a small foreshadowing.
However, some thoughtful people may, at this stage, begin to speculate whether Zhengyang Mountain is setting up the blame.
Ruan Qiong of the Longquan Sword Sect, the chief minister of the Dali Dynasty, knew that this incident was false, and the contents of these landscape newspapers were even more false, but what was his relationship with Luopo Mountain?
The second link is Shu Jian Lake, which is related to Gu Can.
It can be mutually corroborated with a certain landscape travelogue.
Li Baozhen turned his head and looked at the two bowls of water on the table, and said with a smile: "Gu Can is the bowl of ink. No matter how you mix it, it is all ink. But Chen Ping'an is the bowl of clear water. When you dip it in a little bit of ink, it starts to turn from clear to turbid."
Already."
Liu Ming nodded and did not deny Li Baozhen's point of view.
"Liu Ming, do you have a grudge against Chen Ping'an?"
"No."
"You didn't like him the first time we met?"
"When we first met back then, I felt that he and my husband were ordinary scholars. They were gentle, approachable, capable of cultivating themselves, teaching others, and doing things well."
The first time we met was on the road outside the Lion Forest in Qingluan Kingdom. In order to make way for a small black charcoal on the road, the ox cart rushed into the pond and they became drowned.
But Chen Ping'an's behavior at that time made Liu Feixin fond of him. Just like what his father said, no matter what kind of family it is, whether it is a wealthy family or a small family, as long as one of his children makes a mistake, the adults will
It does not replace apologizing and letting the child know the mistake and then correct it.
"That's why I feel that he is so lucky. He became famous at a young age, made great achievements in other places, became famous, became a close disciple of a saint in the Confucian Temple, and is still the most talented Taoist monk in the world. It seems that he has all the advantages in the world.
Is it all for him? Does it make you jealous and you think that the law of heaven is unfair? Do you want to fight for your master, Master Liu?"
"I'm not jealous. I have carefully studied his family history, and I must admit one thing. Chen Ping'an deserves all the benefits."
In the Dali officialdom, there were two people who were promoted the fastest, namely Ma Yuan, the Prime Minister of Dali, and Liu Qingfeng, the Minister of Rites of the Capital.
The most interesting part is that the entire officialdom knows that Liu Qingfeng is used by His Majesty the Emperor to monitor Luo Wang Song Mu, but the vassal king Song Mu always treats him with courtesy.
The reason why the capital of Luojing has never become Song Mu's yamen is that there is Liu Qingfeng.
The scholar Liu Bei and the retinue Wang Yifu are the two people who have followed Liu Qingfeng for the longest time. Especially Liu Bei has been with the master since he was young.
But Liu Qingfeng was already dead because he was not a Taoist. The old man did not even think about becoming a god.
But Liu Bei would not resent a scholar whom his master recognized because of this.
Before Liu Qingfeng died, he once joked with Liu Bei that in the future, the only person who can perfect the many policies of Cui Chan, the national master, is not in conspiracy, not in trivial achievements visible on the surface, but in righteousness, morality, and the invisibility of people's hearts.
Cui Chan deliberately left some room for his true achievements, because he personally said that those who learn from me will live like me and die like me.
Just like everything Li Baozhen did in the Qingluan Kingdom, in Liu Qingfeng's eyes, he just said lightly, "We are seeking justice with injustice, so what sense of accomplishment do we have?"
The key point is that Li Baozhen had to sincerely praise the other party, which was indeed one step ahead of him.
Legalist monk Wei Liang once helped Cui Chan, the imperial master, to erect a monument on the top of Yizhou Mountain.
And Liu Qingfeng personally wrote the genealogy of the gods of Yizhou that was later almost copied by the Confucian Temple.
"Then I'm going to be so weird that I can't understand it at all. You have no grievances and no grudges. What do you want from doing this?"
"Ask for nothing."
When Li Baozhen heard this, he was finally surprised instead of pretending, and asked: "Liu Ming, are you doing this out of pure malice?"
Liu Bei began to shut up again, and even closed her eyes altogether.
Li Baozhen twisted the empty wine glass in his hand and said with a smile: "Liu Qingfeng must have reminded you at some point during his lifetime that if someone threatens you one day, like me, just betray him so that you can save your life?
"
Liu Bei opened his eyes and nodded, "Li Zhizao has a brilliant plan, it's true. The master told me back then that I must forget the content of that conversation quickly, otherwise I will definitely not be able to deceive you."
The master hopes that he can become the second Li Baozhen, but it is too difficult to be smarter than Li Baozhen.
Li Baozhen asked: "Do you know why I haven't done this?"
Liu Bei replied: "Because you guessed that the master would do this, you found it boring. You are always too lazy to do boring things."
Li Baozhen smiled and nodded, "To be precise, it is neither interesting nor meaningful."
Liu Bei asked back: "Then how are you sure that I didn't guess that you would do this?"
Li Baozhen's smile froze.
Liu Ming smiled and said: "Li Zhizao doesn't have to pretend. In the final analysis, you are just afraid of a living Liu Shangshu. To be precise, he is dead. You are still afraid that he will have a back-up plan to target you."
Li Baozhen smiled brightly and nodded vigorously, "Then I have to ask you, do you have such a trump card?"
Liu Bei sneered and said: "I said yes, but you didn't fully believe it. I said no, but you were still doubtful. Then I said yes, may I ask Li Zhizao, what's the point of this question?"
Li Baozhen threw the wine glass back on the table and clapped his hands, "Liu Ming, I've finished asking, do you have anything else to say?"
Liu Bei closed her eyes, "You and I are just waiting to die."
Li Baozhen sneered and said: "You are pretending to be mysterious, pretending to be a ghost, do you really think you are Liu Qingfeng?!"
Outside the study door, there was a burst of gentle applause.
Liu Ming smiled and said, "Here he comes."
I have always kept silent about the name Chen Pingan. You, Li Baozhen, don't believe in evil. You talk about Chen Pingan. Who can blame you?
Li Baozhen forced himself to calm down, looked outside the door, his face was ashen, and asked: "Who?!"
Wearing a green shirt with a hosta on her head, she walked into the study as if she were in a deserted place, "What a coincidence. Liu Shangshu is gone, but I am still here. If you want to kill Liu Ming, it won't be your turn no matter what."
Behind this person was a young retinue wearing a yellow hat and blue shoes and holding a green bamboo staff.
Li Baozhen asked: "How could it be you?!"
"Coincidentally?"
Chen Ping'an stood behind the chair, reached out and pressed Liu Bei's head heavily, twisted it gently, and said with a smile: "If you don't learn well if you are good at it, you will die if you don't learn it well."
Li Baozhen wanted to speak from his heart and call out his eldest brother's name, but found that he could only be "speechless". Let alone speak, the means of speaking from the heart were useless.
Next, Li Baozhen was horrified to discover that Chen Pingan, here and now, actually had a pair of pure golden eyes.
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A lonely city among colorful clouds.
In Baidi City, in this virtual realm where true and false are confused, there are countless flying swords, the movements are disordered, and the speed is uncertain. After looking at it for a long time, maybe there is no boundary between the so-called movement and stillness. Such a huge number of flying swords,
Zheng Juzhong spent three thousand years, spending money to buy them one by one, receiving offerings, collecting them in secret places, or "copying them against the originals". Zheng Juzhong personally refined and imitated them. Even so, most of the flying swords were still made by Zheng Juzhong.
The center is derived from the great derivation and calculation of "fantasy" over many years.
Zheng Juzhong, who looked up at a celestial star map, looked back and said, "This road probably won't work."
The other Zheng Juzhong shook his head and said: "Not necessarily."
"With all the efforts of human beings, this is all we can do. How can we ask for help from others? The question is who can we turn to? There is no Cui Zhen in the world."
"Wait and see."
"How about playing a game of chess with Master Baiyu Jingkou first?"
Bai Yu is a famous bandit, and his Taoism is as high as a dragon.
I have the skill of slaying dragons. Please show me my sword.
Apart from Zheng Juzhong, the only monks from Baidi City who have visited this secret realm in history seem to be the founding disciple Fu Qi and the closed disciple Gu Can.
Swordsman Fu Xi once sat here for more than a month, earning nothing.
Gu Can was even more wantless than his senior brother Fu Xi. He just asked his master some very layman questions, "If a sword cultivator has a flying sword, without the master and family training, he will be confused and confused. Do he need to find it by himself?"
The flying sword’s natal magical power?”
"Of course it is necessary, but the difference between difficulty and ease is as huge as a world of difference. Sword cultivators searching for and testing the magical power of flying swords are like fishing in water. Some are obscure and the water is deep, so they need to be patient and explore. Some are simple, but it is obvious.
, there is no need to put much effort into it. As for the depth of the water, it has nothing to do with the rank of the flying sword, it is all a matter of luck. Many flying swords have magical powers, but they are as clear as dragons swimming in the shallows. Swordsmanship is easy, and you can drag the dragon by its whiskers.
Go ashore and become your own possessions. Some of your natal magical powers are like a small fish swimming on the bottom of the sea. Swordsmen spend a lot of effort to find them, but they still gain very little. They can only laugh at themselves, it is better than nothing, fate has tricked people. In the middle, there is a lot of future.
The great monks who are famous all over the continent are actually sword cultivators with hidden identities. They are just embarrassed to admit that they are sword cultivators. They have good talent in cultivating the Taoism and have a smooth road to climb. However, they are limited by the flying sword rank, resulting in poor sword training qualifications.
, so I am ashamed to speak up and dare not call myself a sword cultivator. When it comes to sword cultivators in the world, there are almost no wild cultivators in the mountains. Firstly, it comes from the sects in the mountains looking for sword cultivators abroad. They spare no effort to bring some rough jade back to the mountains.
Careful carving, no expense of financial resources to cultivate, and the birth of a natal flying sword can be traced, such as the Great Wall of Sword Qi, Beiju Luzhou, the ancient Shu territory of Aquarius Island, and several other feng shui places in Haoran.
In this treasure land, the possibility of sword cultivators appearing is far higher than in other places."
"Does a sword cultivator with two or more natal flying swords, or one flying sword with several natal magical powers, have an innate advantage?"
"For the sword cultivator himself, this is certainly the case. Between Feijian and Feijian, as well as between the inferior natal magical power, the two are similar 'explanations', or the two are opposite 'complementary'.
There are different levels of gain. But when it comes to all sword cultivation and history, it is not necessarily the case. For example, your master only has one natal flying sword, but all flying swords related to water magic can be cultivated by you with thousands of swords.
The flying swords are stacked together, and when faced with that one, they are just like the ministers meeting the monarch, and they can only bow their heads."
"Is the naming of each flying sword a university question? I heard that the name of the flying sword refers to Yamashita Takeo's boxing moves. It should not be passed on to others or leaked."
"Excluding the kind of naming that swordsmen use to make mysteries or blind people pick up the elephant, a flying sword with a name that is too big will be an empty show that is not worthy of the name. It will also conflict with the name and reality, and then affect the magical power of the flying sword. The name of the flying sword is too big.
If it is small, it will be a waste of resources, because it means that the confused swordsman has not yet understood the true connection between the flying sword and his natal magical power."
"Disciple has only one last question. The origin of the flying sword, can it only depend on life?"
"They are all determined by destiny. You said that swordsmanship can only rely on fate. You are not wrong, but it is not right enough."
There is a large bamboo stick standing among the colorful clouds. There is a chessboard carved on the stone table below, and two jars of chess pieces are placed on it.
There is an old man in a green shirt, with his hands behind his back, and above his head is the famous saying "Fellow the world first".
Han Qiaose's heartfelt voice sounded, "Senior brother, master has come to Baidi City."
Zheng Juzhong said: "Let him wait a moment, I will be there right away."
If he just learned swordsmanship, it would not be of any benefit to Zheng Juzhong, but it would be of little significance.
Because Zheng Juzhong has already tried it.
So Zheng Juzhong completely abandoned this path. A pure sword cultivator in the Ascension Realm, the Yang God Body, threw it away as soon as it was thrown away.
Facts have proved that even if one becomes a pure sword cultivator in the Fourteenth Realm, there is still a long way to go before the path Zheng Ju thinks of.
Then there is a sword outside the sword, and the Tao is sought in the art. The path Bai Ye followed back then was not bad.
The two Zhengs merged into one in the middle. They looked at the flying swords and said to themselves: "It's like a person's surname, given name, character, and number."
In fact, there are a lot of future sword cultivators who have been to this secret realm, but Zheng Juzhong watched their Taoist contemplation process of "cultivating their natal flying swords" and still gained very little.
After all, it is not the first sword cultivator who came into being in a world where the great avenues circulate completely, which is in line with the laws of nature.
As for Fu Qi and Gu Can among the disciples, it was just good luck that their memories were not erased by Zheng Juzhong.
Under the big banner, beside the stone table.
Chen Qingliu, with one hand behind his back, was twisting the pieces on the chessboard to score the score alone.
Zheng Juzhong appeared and said: "Master."
"Don't dare to take it seriously."
Chen Qingliu didn't even raise his head, "I'm afraid of losing my life."
Han Qiaose was used to this.
Back then, Master and his senior brother were often together and away from each other, but whenever they saw each other, it was always like this.
After three thousand years of separation, master and apprentice finally reunited, and the result is still no surprise.
Han Qiaise didn't know much about the relationship between her master and the blind Taoist priest from Baopingzhou. She didn't even know about the coachman from Luzhou in Beiju who was busy in vain and the Confucian scholar Chen Zhuoliu.
Master's foundation for the great path is not in Haoran Jiuzhou, but from a blessed land in Liuxia Continent.
Han Qiaose met her master for the first time when she was a young girl. At that time, the master was accompanied by a maid named Xie Shiji who carried a short spear with her.
When Han Qiaose saw the burly woman, her first impression was that she was so tall and built!
But for some reason, Xie Shiji always regarded herself as a maid, but the master called her senior sister.
Later, the master accepted Liu Daochun, the troublemaker, as his disciple. Xie Shiji took great care of Liu Daochun and gave him a pink Taoist robe and a glazed pavilion.
Han Qiaise couldn't figure out this matter at that time. Why did the woman named Xie look at Liu Daochun so favorably?
Later, I asked my senior brother Zheng Juzhong and I found out the answer. It turned out to be "A fool is particularly kind to a fool when he sees a fool."
But Han Qiaose had doubts again, because she could feel that Senior Brother Zheng was actually very close to Xie Shiji, even closer than his master Chen Qingliu.
Zheng Juzhong said that Liu Daochun is a half-baked smart person who likes to act stupid and is a real fool. Xie Shiji is not stupid in doing things but is willing to be a fool, so he is a really smart person.
Chen Qingliu threw the chess piece he was holding on the chessboard, raised his head and asked, "Do you know why I refused to teach you swordsmanship back then?"
"It would be best if Master is willing to say a few more words."
The implication of Zheng Juzhong's words is that he, as a disciple, already knows the answer, but Master, you can always find something to say if you have nothing to say. As a disciple, just listen patiently.
If we want to say that this great disciple has done anything wrong or bad, there is really nothing.
On the contrary, just saying that on the other side of Tieshu Mountain, Guo Outing was beaten for trying to break the contract, and it was Zheng Juzhong who climbed the mountain in his place as his master.
A White Emperor City stands tall in the Divine Continent of Middle-earth. Its owner, Zheng Juzhong, is recognized as the number one demon giant in the world.
In the past, except for Haoran Tianxia, Qingming Tianxia and Manhuang Tianxia might not recognize it, but now they all have to hold their noses and admit this fact.
Zheng Juzhong of Baidi City is really... unreasonably strong.
Even the old scholar, when he was drinking with Chen Qingliu in Gong De Lindu, had to say something about our brothers' ability to recruit apprentices. There was really nothing to say.
However, how good Zheng Juzhong, the founding disciple, was and how much he was liked by his master, but Chen Qingliu really couldn't like him.
Damn, this guy is so smart.
I remember that Zheng Juzhong had just started to practice Buddhism and fell in love with playing chess.
Chen Qingliu felt that this was a bit unprofessional. How could a low-level qigong practitioner have such free time? How could he trust his master to teach you swordsmanship?
He played a game with this great disciple, guessing the chess pieces and guessing the black and white.
As a result, he accurately guessed the color of the chess pieces thirty to six times in a row!
The young man didn't even look at the hand where the master hid the chess piece. From beginning to end, he just stared at Chen Qingliu's eyes.
Chen Qingliu seemed to be calm at that time. Looking at the pale disciple across the table with a pale face but shining eyes, Chen Qingliu began to mutter in his heart. As a master, he was just lucky enough to pick a treasure.
Or did you encounter a monster when you went out without looking at the almanac?
"Among those wild old beasts who have just woken up, who do you think has the greatest chance of joining the Fourteenth Realm? Well, except for Xiao Mo on Luo Luo Mountain and Bai Jing who turned into a little girl, they are all pretty good.
Although they are not human, they are human. Unlike some people in some places, they are obviously human, but they are too fairy-like. Even in the dojo, the head is not touching the sky and the feet are not touching the ground. Hehe, neither up nor down.
It's right in the middle."
Chen Qingliu sat down on the stone bench, looked at the two direct disciples who were standing, and said with a smile: "Qianse, don't be stunned, sit down and chat."
In fact, there were only two stone benches beside the table. Han Qiao glanced at her senior brother, Zheng Juzhong smiled and nodded, and then she dared to sit down.
It's easy to say that anywhere else, Han Qiaise wouldn't be so reserved. After all, when sitting here, he usually plays chess with his senior brother.
Zheng Juzhong didn't care about his master's harsh words, and said: "The pseudonym is Wang Youwu, and the Taoist name is 'Tiger'. Its true form is not the tiger that we in the world think it is."
While speaking, between master and disciple, an old Taoist priest wearing a bamboo crown appeared on one side of the chess table, carrying a sword on his back and riding a deer.
Chen Qingliu frowned and said, "Isn't that Bai Jing?"
Zheng Juzhong said: "She ranks third. Purely practicing swordsmanship, it is more difficult to follow the path. Even if the path you are walking on is in the right direction, it seems that there is only a thin line between you, but it is still quite far away."
"The opportunity for this ancient monster clan to steal the Taoist name of 'Tiger' to join the Tao lies in the saying of later generations that 'tyranny is fiercer than a tiger'. Therefore, thousands of years later, in the barbaric world, the more tyrannical it is on the Tao, the higher its Taoism will be.
, you can sit back and enjoy the results.”
"It was able to take the lead because of the great ancestor Tuo Yueshan and careful arrangements, which drove half of the world to rush to the Sword Qi Great Wall to pave the way for its union. I believe Wang Youwu had already woken up by then.
After that, she was just pretending to sleep. I guess she was only half a step away, with one foot already stepped in and half of her foot on the threshold, and she could reach the Fourteenth Realm, but she was hidden deeper. So she waited until the wilderness
That battle was fought fiercely, and within a few years, Wang Youwu will become a fourteenth realm."
Hearing that there was going to be an unsuspecting fourteenth-level monk in the world, Chen Qingliu was completely indifferent. Instead, he just glanced at the sky.
How can there be no distinction between superior and inferior monks among the Fourteenth Realm monks?
Perhaps Zheng Juzhong was the only monk who dared to call "Zhou Mi" by his first name casually in the human world.
As for the remaining small group of great monks, it does not mean that they are not necessarily as strong as Zheng Juzhong, but they are not suitable due to their status. In short, they all have their own concerns.
Chen Qingliu asked: "The second-ranked one is the nameless one who deliberately avoided Bai Ze?"
Zheng Juzhong shook his head and said, "It's the one with the pseudonym Li Guo."
The appearance of a boy with double pupils has been seen in the sky before.
Chen Qingliu frowned and said, "Isn't the road to the path of refining things already taken advantage of by others?"
There is a Wuzhou named "Taiyin" on the other side of Qingming Tianxia, which takes the lead.
Logically speaking, every road that a great monk takes to reach the Fourteenth Realm of Hedao is a single-plank bridge.
Just like the sword cultivator Xiaomo fell short because Taoist Master Sun of Xuandu Guan was already on the road.
Zheng Juzhong explained: “Li Gu once chose two paths at the same time, one was to refine things, and the other was to eat books. The avenue manifested itself as a silverfish and built a book city, trying to do the opposite.
After Wang Zhou Mi ascended to the sky, he deliberately gave Li Jiu a single-plank bridge that was almost as high as the sky. Therefore, Li Jiu joined the Tao based on this. It is not a big surprise and it is almost a conclusion."
Han Qiaose's eyelids trembled when she heard this.
Chen Qingliu was still calm and composed, "Do you think I will fight against Li Guan?"
Zheng Juzhong said: "He doesn't dare to make a fatal move at all, so when he meets the master, he will only avoid his sharp edges."
Chen Qingliu laughed angrily.
Han Qiao couldn't help but laugh, and she was no longer so nervous.
Chen Qingliu laughed and said: "Then as a master, I am not allowed to thank you properly as my disciple?"
Zheng Juzhong said: "I have to thank the master for not temporarily changing the color of the chess pieces in his hand."
Chen Qingliu was silent for a moment and said: "I actually wanted to fool you when I was on the eighteenth chess piece, but that stupid guy stopped me twice with my heart."
Zheng Juzhong said: "I recognize the process, and I also recognize the result, so I have always been grateful to Master and her."
If there is a thirty-seventh guess, Zheng Juzhong can still guess correctly, but it is very likely to damage the foundation of the Tao.
That's why Chen Qingliu said today that Xie Shiji had blocked it twice.
Zheng Juzhong continued: "Wang Youwu, Li Kuan, and then Bai Jing and the unknown person who have a certain possibility. But besides them, there is actually Fei Fei, who will take the opportunity to go ahead of Bai Jing. Fei Fei
On the surface, the concubine's ability to join the Tao is due to Bai Ze's guidance, but in fact, it can still be regarded as an old road that has been carefully laid out."
Chen Qingliu smiled and said: "If Zhou Mi is really as powerful as you say, why would he go to heaven and run away in despair? He can only wait for the founders of the three religions to join forces and then go and question him again?"
Zheng Juzhong said: "Wenhai Zhoushen back then was just one person after all."
Chen Qingliu asked: "What if Zhou Mi is surrounded by you and Xiuhu?"
Zheng Juzhong smiled and said: "It's best not to make assumptions about human affairs, and don't talk about what-ifs."
Chen Qingliu clicked his tongue and said, "Master is teaching his disciples."
Zheng Juzhong put one hand on the stone table and said with a smile: "Master."
Chen Qingliu waited quietly for the next sentence, but Zheng Juzhong did not continue. Chen Qingliu laughed and scolded: "You brat, are you kidding me?"
Zheng Juzhong said with a smile on his face, "Master taught a lot to his disciples back then, but there was one sentence in it that he always kept in mind."
Chen Qingliu said angrily: "I'm old, my eyes are dim, and my brain is not used enough. Don't make me guess. If you fart, hurry up!"
Zheng Juzhong said: "Master once said to me, 'Zhongzhong, Master only has a disciple like you. In the future, you should make more achievements to make Master happy.'"
Chen Qingliu asked in confusion: "I actually said such serious words?"
Zheng Juzhong said with a smile: "I got drunk once, and Master spoke his mind when he was drunk."
Chen Qingliu rubbed his chin and muttered: "Damn it, there's a new demon in the world, Zheng Juzhong, and you still have to blame me, Chen Qingliu?"
Zheng Juzhong raised his hand, waved his sleeves, and pointed to a place in Tongyezhou, where the Confucian scholar Li Xisheng was. He smiled and said, "Gentlemen, please look at Duizi, killing Qingming for Haoran."
Chen Qingliu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly cursed: "You brat, what are you telling me to do? Just don't worry, what's the difference between you and bullying the master and destroying the ancestor..."
Sure enough, what are you afraid of?
At this moment, a young Taoist boy appeared out of thin air and gently pressed Zheng Juzhong's arm, "Scholar, don't be so angry."
Next to the young Taoist boy stood a tall Taoist priest carrying a sword.
Daozu and his second disciple Yu Dou.
Unexpectedly, an old master would soon appear, reaching out to hold Zheng Juzhong's arm, "Lift it up, lift it up, just lift it up, why can't we scholars say something bold?"
The Holy Master also came, accompanied by the Ritual Saint.
And a gloomy old scholar.
Chen Qingliu winked at the old scholar.
The old scholar twisted his beard and remained silent.
Old scholar, it's up to you to smooth things over.
Is it me again? The donkey grinds the mill and gives me some fodder to chew on. Besides, how can I, with my thin arms and legs, get involved in such a big scene? Brother, don’t you feel sorry for me?
Anyway, if something goes wrong with my eldest disciple, I will go to Luopo Mountain to find your little disciple.
Then let me give it a try?
hurry up!
The old scholar laughed loudly, stretched out his hand early, took Zheng Juzhong's hand, and shook it vigorously, "Brother Zheng, let's play a game of chess. I won't scare you if I tell you. My chess skills have greatly improved over the years.
Today is no different than before. If I don’t hide my clumsiness anymore, I will definitely win against you..."
When the old scholar made such a fuss, Dao Zu and the Holy Master withdrew their hands almost at the same time.
The Li Sheng smiled and said, "There is no need to exchange the money."
But Yu Dou asked: "Do you want to exchange your money?"
"Are you not convinced?"
Zheng Juzhong asked: "Believe it or not, I also cheated with Lu Chen?"
The three of us are no longer in the fifteenth realm.
Han Qiaose, the only one sitting there, sat there blankly, shivering, Tao Xin... What else was talking about Tao Xin.
What is a real fight between gods and gods? This is the scene in front of you.
This is not the kind of harsh words that a young man in the city would say when they meet on a narrow road.
The old scholar sighed, "Brother Zheng, why are you quarreling with someone again? A gentleman should talk but not take action. If you can take action, don't talk... Of course, it's best not to quarrel or fight. After all, they are really invincible."
Alas, it is said that people are like the shadow of famous trees. If they only give the wrong name without giving the wrong nickname, how can they be wasted? Besides, Headmaster Lu’s realm is very high! As for Li Xisheng, forget it, after all
Now it’s my own family.”
The Holy Master probably couldn't stand listening anymore, so he coughed to remind the old scholar not to make a fuss here.
The old scholar feels miserable. I am doing the opposite. If not, would Zheng Juzhong be able to listen?
Li Xisheng had actually noticed the situation here and wanted to rush to Baidi City. The worst he could do was play a game of chess with Zheng Juzhong in advance.
If you don't think about protecting the little treasure vase, there won't be much difference whether you play the chess game early or late.
However, Li Xisheng was stopped by Li Sheng, who just asked him to prepare for the debate among the three religions and leave the rest alone.
Daozu raised his head and looked at those words.
Zheng Juzhong is indeed a rare talent, there is no need to rush to be the first.
Daozu said: "Those three games of chess can be played as you wish."
The Holy Master nodded in agreement.
The old scholar nodded and said: "Three games is good, two wins and one loss, it is more fair. For things like chess, whether you are in a good mood that day, whether you have eaten enough, whether you drank good wine or bad wine, your chess ability fluctuates.
, if you can't do it accurately, three games is good. After one game, don't be arrogant about victory and don't be discouraged by defeat. Prepare well for the next game of chess."
Chen Qingliu smiled and said: "The old scholar has great insights into playing chess."
The old scholar still nodded, "The insight is quite original."
Second Headmaster Yu Dou, who came with a sword on his back, just looked in the distance towards the direction of the Hanging Mountain in the past.
Daozu smiled from his heart and said: "Zheng is in the middle, as you can see."
Now that we have finally met, we have got what we wanted.
In the secret realm of Baidi City, the third "Zheng Juzhong" appeared, wearing a Taoist robe, a Taoist crown, and full of Tao Qi. He had a Taoist sect with the Taoist ancestors in the outside world.
Daozu took a step forward and came to this secret realm. He smiled and said: "We are not swordsmen, but onlookers can see clearly. Then we can follow the clues and talk about 'Sword Dao and One' with our Taoist friends."
Unexpectedly, Zheng Juzhong smiled and said: "I know more about what it means to lose one's soul in the first 'world'."
The Taoist ancestor said: "The name can strengthen the name, but the Tao cannot be Tao."