Gu Can had a good chat with the old Jin Dan, who was the national preceptor. He was not pretentious and understood his interests, so they hit it off. They chatted for a while, and they sat together on the threshold of the hall. There was no tense and hostile atmosphere. The palace maid indeed brought the imperial dining room.
After carefully preparing the food, they only dared to glance at the unknown young man in Confucian shirt from a distance, and then they walked softly and silently, like a cat walking at night, with their heads lowered to the outside of the main hall.
Lie took the two food boxes, and Gu Can smiled and thanked them. The old man said that he didn't need to worry about the food boxes left here. He would take care of them. They then quietly left. The old man just ate one piece.
He stopped making pastries because he couldn't eat anything too sweet because it would stick to his teeth. As Gu Can chewed the palace delicacies, the old man grabbed a flea from his body and gently twisted it with his fingers. There was a snap sound, as if every flea was pulled out from his body.
A flea is just a silent complaint. Huang Lie, who has been the imperial master of Yuxuan Kingdom for decades, said to himself that he thinks it is very interesting to pick out fleas in front of the officials.
Gu Can nodded and agreed, which was very elegant. The old man asked Gu Can if he was the Master Liu of the Longquan Sword Sect. Gu Can smiled and shook his head and said no. The reason was that the Master Liu was not as easy to talk to as him. He, Liu Xianyang, always acted like Gu.
If it had been him who ignored his head, the palace would have been in trouble a long time ago. For example, Liu Xianyang would directly block the door between you and Xue Pang earlier. Huang Lie was even more unsure of the identity of the young man in front of him, so he started talking about Sect Master Liu.
, the tone is so casual? It can’t be the one from Piyun Mountain, right? It’s absolutely impossible, could it be the Mi Da Sword Immortal who has a strong sword spirit? I heard that this Jade Sword Cultivator from the hidden official lineage in the summer palace came to
Haoran Tianxia is now in the realm of immortals. Does that mean that the water and soil in our Haoran world are not much worse than the Great Wall of Sword Qi? Gu Can seemed to have guessed the old man's thoughts, but still did not rush to declare his family status.
The Yuxuan Kingdom was a small country in Aquarius Continent, with neither a high nor a low position. And because it was one of the vassal states of the Great Li Dynasty, it was dependent on others. Huang Lie's title of national master was just an empty decoration. It was said that one person was worth less than ten thousand people.
The national preceptor who is above people is nothing more than the "Golden Pill" who was paid by the Xue family to support the scene. In the end, it is a completely different situation from the embroidered Cui Han to the Song family of the Great Li Dynasty. It is not only the level of the two parties, but also the level of the two parties.
The disparity is as wide as the sky and the earth, and because the national preceptor Cui Chan is looking for trouble, Huang Lie is hiding from trouble. Of course, Huang Lie admires the embroidered tiger from the bottom of his heart. The reason is very simple. In the eyes of the old man,
, without the great Li cavalry and the national master Cui Xuan, the Aquarius Continent with hundreds of countries would not only have generals but no country, people are worse than ghosts. After all, a watchdog in peaceful times lives more like a person in troubled times.
personal.
Perhaps because he thought it was not a problem to sit around facing each other like this all the time, Huang Lie found a lame excuse and asked tentatively: "How did fellow Taoist know Master Chen?"
Gu Can didn't answer the question, "When I was young and ignorant, I heard someone tell me a truth that I thought was very empty at the time. He said that being an abacus and an accountant who deals with numbers all day long may not be really interesting, but at least you can work hard.
For fun, it can be as small as calculating the daily expenses of a small sect, as large as studying a mountain sect, or even a country's branch records, you can discover a lot of hidden knowledge that is easily ignored by people, as long as someone studies deeply enough and
If you are thorough, you can gradually see through the clouds and mist the spirit of a country, the trajectory of its rise and fall, and the traces of its policies. It is like having a real account book on the table that removes all embellishments and falsehoods. Every item in the account book
A context is a clear wheel track. When we are willing to be patient and listen carefully, we can hear clearly the thunder of how history came and where it is going."
Huang Lie thought about it for a moment and realized that it was indeed an unheard-of novel statement. The old man turned his head and looked at the many palaces and sighed: "Of course the idea is very good, but it is simple to say but difficult to do. It requires great perseverance, great perseverance and great skill.
This feat cannot be accomplished. The threshold for this matter is too high. How many people in a country can have access to these confidential files and casually browse the account books of a country's Ministry of Accounts?"
Gu Can didn't comment and smiled.
The small town of Niping Lane, Luopo Mountain in the west, Qingxia Island in Shujian Lake, the small wine shop and summer palace of the Jianqi Great Wall, plus the current Tongyezhou Qingping Sword Sect.
Huang Lie glanced at Gu Can's Confucian shirt and asked with a smile: "Do you think something is wrong, fellow Taoist?"
Gu Can smiled and said: "The most sage master once said, 'A scholar is determined by the Tao.' Later generations of sages followed up by adding some relatively pragmatic principles. But the predecessors were making a backward deduction, so this matter naturally
Suddenly it becomes extremely difficult to reach the sky, and it is easy for people to take this matter too seriously, and inevitably they will regard it as a fearful path and become timid. This is what makes it even more difficult."
Huang Lie nodded, "Fellow Taoist, what you said is true. I have learned from it."
Gu Can said: "Shall I say something offensive to you, this senior? It seems that your role as a national teacher is a bit unworthy of your name?"
Huang Lie smiled heartily and said: "This is not an offensive statement. Just say that I am not doing my job properly and have to squat in a manhole instead of shit. It is a good thing."
Gu Can said: "In the final analysis, the Xue family of Yuxuanguo cannot really make the best use of things and does not know how to use people to do things."
Huang Lie smiled and said, "I don't feel comfortable saying such things."
Gu Can said: "It's okay, the debt is all on me."
Huang Lie sighed, "As the old saying goes, if you are not deaf or dumb, you will not be a writer."
Gu Can nodded, "Every family has its own sutras that are difficult to recite."
Huang Lie sighed for no reason, "Taoism has Taoism's method, Buddhism has Buddhist practice, and Confucianism has Confucian living methods. You Confucians must make the framework of the real world clear and clear.
I want people to be able to use it without learning. The cultural tradition and tradition are passed down from generation to generation. Each generation has its own learning and problems, and each generation has its entrustment to be gentle. Therefore, scholars inside and outside the temple are willing to treat those who entrust their lives with others.
Self-righteousness. I guess fellow Taoists are also like this?"
Gu Can smiled and said: "Senior, I'm mistaken. I'm not a serious scholar. Being polite and observing the rules is completely a last resort for me."
Huang Lie asked: "Have you ever suffered a loss?"
Gu Can nodded and said: "In this matter, I have fallen down and suffered, and I have gained a bit of memory. Some people have said that the stupidest person in the world is the one who suffers in vain."
Huang Lie smiled and said nothing. He had lived for a long time and could still understand some of the hidden meanings. The "someone" Gu Can called before and the "someone" now must be Shanzhu Chen.
Then Gu Can said something that made the old man confused, "The decisive battle between the two countries will not only take place on the battlefield, but the two armies will not only fight against each other on the battlefield."
Gu Can explained: "You can replace the two countries with good and evil, and replace the two armies with yourself and others."
Huang Lie smacked his lips and put his palm on his chin, "It's a bit chewy."
Huang Lie asked with a smile: "Fellow Taoist, we have a good chat, but why can't we tell you what's going on?"
Gu Can closed the food box, clapped her hands, and said with a smile: "My name is Gu Can. I am from the same hometown as Chen Ping'an. We both live in Niping Lane."
Huang Lie was stunned and speechless, as if he had been hit by a sap, and his heart was shaken. Isn't the madman Gu Can, the direct disciple of Zheng Juzhong in Baidi City, busy making achievements in another continent?
And according to the gossip on Aopingzhou Mountain, don't they say that Chen Ping'an and Gu Can have completely broken up a long time ago? It seems that they broke up on bad terms in Shujian Lake and had a bleak ending of never seeing each other again.
That’s why when the Luopo Mountain group visited Zhengyang Mountain, there was the Sword Immortal Liu Xianyang, but Gu Can was nowhere to be seen. It’s only right that one is a close disciple of the Literary Sage lineage, and the other is the direct descendant of Haoran, a giant in the demonic way.
It’s better not to urinate in the same pot. If you have different Taoism, you can’t work together. When the incense and love accumulated in your youth are squandered, the two parties will definitely drift apart and lose their books. According to common sense, such two people should practice separately.
When we reach the top, we will meet each other on the road in the future. If we don’t hate each other, I’m afraid we are nostalgic for each other?
Gu Can put his hands on his sleeves, narrowed his eyes and asked with a smile: "I heard it was me. Senior is very surprised?"
The old man also put his hands into his sleeves in a decent manner, but he quickly took out his hands and said angrily: "It's the same as putting your hands into sleeves. If you do it, you will have the style of a noble man. If I do it, I can only look like a nobleman."
What a rustic farmer."
Gu Can burst out laughing.
Gu Can said: "Huang Lie, please discuss something?"
Huang Lie actually shuddered and immediately said decisively: "Killing the emperor by a Qi practitioner is the biggest taboo. Nowadays, the rules of the Confucian Temple are very strict. You will be arrested and sent to the academy to be imprisoned. No, absolutely not! What's more!
Emperor Xue is my employer after all. I cannot do such an ungrateful thing! Gu Can, if you are determined to go on a killing spree here, I will definitely not be able to change the outcome. I will pay for it with my life.
To be honest, I am not willing to give up, so I have to bite the bullet and block me. You can beat me until I vomit blood and then faint. Please don't hit me too hard or too light, so that I can respect my status as a national teacher and my own conscience.
, this is a somewhat acceptable explanation!”
Gu Can couldn't help laughing, "Senior is very quick to talk."
Huang Lie wondered: "Isn't this the case?"
Gu Can said: "I'm not a fool. My current level is far from enough for me to compete with the rules of the Confucian Temple. What I want to discuss with you is that... we have a good conversation.
Seeing that they have hit it off, instead of receiving a tight salary from the Xue family of Yuxuan Kingdom every year, Huang Lie, the national teacher, would rather change his cage and change the bird, change the mountain, get a new identity, earn money from gods, and achieve success as a monk.
hold up."
Huang Lie frowned and said, "What mountain top and what identity?"
Wouldn't it be possible for me, a cultivator with an innocent family background, to go to the White Emperor City in the Middle Earth to earn a living? When changing the cultivator's family tree, Huang Lie thought that he was not so thick-skinned.
Moreover, the outside world said that there are so many strange people in Baidi City. He, a golden elixir monk, entered Baidi City. Even with Gu Can's guidance and paving the way, he would really be able to eat well, drink hot food, and enjoy the blessings? In this Yuxuan
In the capital of the country, if nothing else, Huang Lie can at least have a peaceful sleep every day.
Gu Can stood up and said slowly: "I invite you to a new sect without red tape to serve as a registered worshipper. Don't worry, it is the kind of real worshiper who has a seat in the ancestral hall. I can promise you that if you don't want to do anything, you can be free.
If you want to do something, you will be very busy. It only depends on your own wishes. In addition, as the meeting gift of the sect leader, there are two or three Taoist secrets that allow Huang Lie to become a Nascent Soul monk. If you find another one, you will have a chance to be among the top five in the future.
As for whether you can finally break through the realm, or even take another step forward, cultivation is ultimately your own business, and it is not a child's play. No one can guarantee that you will be able to cross one or two big steps."
Huang Lie stood up subconsciously, "I have to ask, what do you see in me when fellow Taoist fellow Taoist is so sincere?"
Gu Can said with a smile: "On the one hand, I am getting along well with you and I like you. On the other hand, I feel that your golden elixir bottleneck is not unbreakable, it is just a lack of opportunity and qualifications. A Yuanying realm monk, no matter where he is,
They are all relatively valuable. For example, my first master, Jiejiang Zhenjun Liu Zhimao, had been a Nascent Soul Realm Immortal for many years. Back then, in Shujian Lake, he was also an existence where wind and rain prevailed.
He is as big a figure as a local emperor."
Huang Lie asked cautiously: "Fellow Taoist, are you ready to establish a sect?"
Gu Can nodded and said from the bottom of his heart: "My senior brother Fu Xi and I will each take away a group of people from Baidi City. Baidi City will soon become an empty city. We must each build our own ancestral palace."
Create a lower sect."
Huang Lie said: "What if I refuse the invitation from fellow Taoist?"
Gu Can said: "Don't worry, there will be no consequences. To be honest, it's hard to tell the truth. What's the point of arguing with a golden elixir now? We'll lose our status. If you and I say goodbye today, we'll just go our separate ways. But in the future,
It will be difficult for you to join when that sect starts to improve. Of course Huang Lie can stay here and wait for death. Whether he can break through the sect or not, he can only leave it to fate, but he can live a comfortable and stable life.
, you should think that the rich man is looking for a place to retire. Of course, you can also bet on the gambling table, and seek wealth in danger. While you still have some spirit and have not been exhausted by the world that has hit the wall everywhere, you can take advantage of a brand-new building.
Sect, let’s take a big gamble and pursue the true path to see if we can add another upper-level five monk to Aquarius Continent in the future.”
Huang Lie's eyes sparkled, and he stared at Gu Can's face with his fists. The old man smiled and said: "Is it a good thing that there is no such shop in this village? Since they say that moving a tree will kill someone, then let's ask for it.
A request?!"
Gu Can asked coldly, with playful eyes, "Aren't you afraid that I'm lying to you?"
Huang Lie was stunned at first, then smiled and said: "Since Sect Leader Gu and Chen Yinguan are still friends, and there is a big deviation from the rumors from the outside world, there must be a bottom line in doing things."
Gu Can's face was tense, he muttered in a low voice, and cursed in his hometown dialect.
Huang Lie, who was a little worried at first, felt relieved for some reason after seeing this scene. The old man secretly felt that he had made the right bet this time!
Huang Lie once again used the title "Gu Zongzhu" and asked curiously: "If you want to ask more, why didn't you go to Luopo Mountain and went to Baidi City instead?"
Gu Can asked back: "Are they different?"
Huang Lie didn't know how to answer for a while.
Gu Can smiled and said: "The book says that if you have good neighbors, you will see a gentleman every day."
A wild female cultivator with the Taoist name Chunxiao and the pseudonym Gu Lingyan, she is still playing tricks in the Qintian Prison and never gets tired of it.
But she also knew her own tricks. It was only because of her high level that she was able to fool the three supervisors. It may not be because they were not smart enough.
Since she has been working as a personal maid with Gu Can, it is reasonable to say that it is rare for her to go out for a walk. Having a moment of freedom should be a bit relaxing and comfortable. However, she often thinks about whether there is a fight in the palace and whether there is any excitement to watch.
, This made Gu Lingyan laugh at himself in his heart, ha, the cat is the rice bowl, the dog is the master.
The high mountains and ridges are inaccessible to people. According to legend, an ancient immortal ordered Wu Ding to open a straight road in a dangerous place where the mountains are winding and the peaks are like swords. Later, an emperor planted ancient cypresses beside the road.
Cuiyun Corridor. For two thousand years, there has been a plank road leaning on dangerous peaks and facing rapids. The ancients drilled holes in this wall to build a narrow plank road. There was an ancient-looking young man walking along it, holding a seven-hole pole.
The bone flute is made from the ulna bone of an old crane, with a gold slip hanging from the waist. In the abandoned ancient post of the ancient name Choubi, the successful young man who once allowed the five gods to clear the way stopped in history, and the dynasties changed outside the mountain.
, the rolling dust of the world made him tired of seeing it, so he chose to stay away from the world. From the time he can remember, he has been a man of enlightenment with great supernatural powers. Of course he knows that this is abnormal, but in the past two thousand years, he has only
Maybe he was groping for clues in the world alone, searching hard for a certain truth, but he still couldn't figure it out. The young man sighed and walked into the dilapidated ancient inn. He was good at the art of public viewing and knew in advance that there was something mysterious about this place. It seemed like a place.
Another talisman ferry set up by fellow Taoists. After traveling alone for a long time, he has long discovered that such ownerless buildings seem to be left everywhere in this world. If there are pavilions at the foot of the mountain for people to rest, then "in the mountains"
"This ferry seems to be specially used to help Qi practitioners cross mountains and rivers. Sure enough, the next moment, ripples appeared, and the scene around him changed instantly. When the young man's footsteps landed, this ancient immortal who still didn't know his name was there.
, we came to another place in the mountains thousands of miles away. In a Taoist temple, there were five old men with different expressions. They were looking at a huge scroll spread out. There were a lot of blank spaces in the painting, and only the Yin and Yang fishes were painted.
When the five old men saw the uninvited young man, they wanted to compete with him. The young man laughed dumbly and glanced at the yin and yang fish on the scroll. He didn't bother to talk nonsense with those arty mountain spirits. His figure condensed.
A burst of smoke leaped into the painting, and then he came to a bustling market. The young man seemed to be in a water town. There were many mansions in the shape of a seal on both sides of the bank. According to local customs, when marrying a daughter, you must take a bus.
The colorful boats with lanterns and colorful decorations walked along at least three bridges, Fulu Bridge, Wan'an Bridge and Changshou Bridge. The boy passed by a time-honored soy sauce garden that has been popular for thousands of miles. It occupies a huge open-air drying place, and there are huge ones arranged vertically and horizontally.
According to a rough estimate, there are at least two thousand sauce jars. The strong aroma of sauce came to his nostrils. The young man looked around casually, looking through the wall and across the house. He saw a well-matched couple. After the wedding, the harp and harp were playing in harmony. On this day, the newly married woman was laying paper.
While grinding the ink, the man was drawing a small three-foot painting, with an inscription and postscript of five or six hundred words. The neighbor's high-rise house was full of flowers, and there was a crape myrtle in the courtyard. The villagers did not know how valuable it was, but when the young immortal saw it,
Come on, it seems to be about to become a spirit. In this old house, there is a large pile of IOUs stacked on the study table. There is an old man who is about to die and is throwing those IOUs into the brazier. The unscrupulous person outside the door
The descendants, watching this scene helplessly, gritted their teeth, widened their eyes, their eye sockets were covered with red threads, full of reluctance and resentment, but did not dare to show it. The young immortal sighed when he saw this, and walked into an alley.
In the middle, there was a young and strong man who was setting up a stall to swindle money. He was squatting on the roadside with his hands in his sleeves and yawning.
The young man was not interested in it at first. He had traveled around the world and set foot in the world of mortals many times in the past. He had long been accustomed to seeing this kind of crappy tricks. They were all based on chess fragments and were a sure-fire business. But today, the young man looked serious.
, just because this stall displayed Go scores, the young man sat opposite the man who cheered up and smiled. In the end, the two sides played a three-tribulation cycle in the chess game that was even rarer than a draw in Go. The man smiled.
It's a pity that the chess move was missed and the cycle of four tribulations could not be played, so it would be helpful for fellow Taoist to take a little more step. The man raised a hand and pointed to an entrance in the alley. The young man stopped at the entrance of the alley and turned his head.
, asked me what my name was? The man seemed to be playing a charade and pointed at himself. Seeing the young man's confused face, the man could only smile and said, "I only know your surname is Yu." The young man surnamed Yu walked out of the alley and instantly came to a place where the imperial examination was flourishing.
In a small county town, there is an old man who specializes in collecting scrap paper. In this place with a strong literary style, almost every household has a small bamboo basket for holding paper, whether it is for practicing calligraphy with pleasure or rushing for scientific examinations.
In the study hall, as long as it is a piece of paper that has been written on, it will not be thrown away casually. It will be gathered together and put into a small basket made of bamboo. There is a circle of white paper on the outside and a palm-width red stripe vertically.
On the paper, write four regular characters in thick ink, "Respect and cherish words."
Large families would place this bamboo basket next to the incense table in the ancestral hall. Small families would not dare to neglect it either, and would usually place it in a clean corner of the main room. Once the paper basket was full, the old man who specializes in collecting paper would take it away. The old man would often
Carrying a large bamboo basket, he would go door to door, collect the calligraphy papers, put them in the basket, and carry them to a small remote temple. He would eventually be responsible for burning the papers. There were no clay sculptures enshrined in the temple.
Apart from the curls of cigarettes lit when burning paper, there is no other incense in the statue all year round. On the north wall, there is only a vertical scroll with only text, which reads "The God of Emperor Wenchang".
The young man followed the old man carrying a basket all the way to the small temple. The old man squatting at the entrance of the temple burning paper smiled and said straight to the point: "Is Daoist Fellow Yu still used to this status?"
Yu Shiwu likes to say that he doesn't go down the mountain often, so he should take care of himself enough this time?
Yu Shiwu asked bluntly: "How did you manage to erase my memory?"
The old man smiled casually and said: "Since we can write and draw on paper, we can naturally erase the words and pictures on paper."
Yu Shiwu asked in a deep voice: "You are so deliberate and cautious at every step, what do you want?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Re-reading old books is a waste of taste. Only by practicing hard can I achieve success."
Outside the ancestral hall, seeing Chen Pingan unwilling to fight against the enemy as a swordsman, Ma Kuxuan seemed to have regrets and said: "I have learned some boxing skills in the secular sense, but compared to you and Cao Ci,
If it doesn’t work out, I’ll put it on hold.”
I recall back then, during the battle at the Immortal Tomb in my hometown, the two teenagers fought fist to fist.
"Many times, I do envy a sword cultivator like you, so I have spent a lot of energy over the years to find a way to become a 'proper' sword cultivator. There is no way, I just can't find it, even if I quit
As for the next best thing, I secretly checked many ancient and secret books that were listed as taboos, trying to find a shortcut to Taoism that is similar to the officialdom. The result is still unsuccessful. Let me buy some imitation swords with Beiju Luzhou Henjianshan, fake
If you're a swordsman, you can't do it, and you have no shame in doing this kind of thing."
After all, there are only Jade Pu Realm sword cultivators in the world, and I dare to say that I can fight against an Immortal Realm monk without any stage fright.
In fact, the reason why the sword cultivator is regarded as the leader of the four most difficult ghosts on the mountain is because during the Lower Five Realms, the sword cultivator's combat power took shape the fastest and was the most unreasonable. It can only be said that a flying sword is like a divine power given by heaven.
This gives Qi practitioners a headache. After all, Qi practitioners in the Lower Five realms are physically weak and have not mastered many of the techniques around them. Sword cultivators fight against them. Once they form a deadly feud, they will sacrifice their lives no matter what.
The flying sword, with a swish, makes a judgment, life and death are already divided, how can there be any reason?
As a fellow countryman and a peer, Ma Kuxuan seems to have had such a quirk since the two sides got to know each other. He becomes talkative during a fight. Like an alcoholic who tells the truth after drinking?
In the previous two fights, Ma Kuxuan thought he was sure of victory, so the old god was here, but what happened this time? His last words were to explain the funeral affairs, and he was unhappy if he didn't say it?
Ma Kuxuan's expression was complicated. He didn't know whether he was laughing at himself or sarcastically, and said: "It's hard to tell the truth to ordinary people. I don't know why, but every time I see you, I can't help but want to talk more nonsense."
Seeing that Ma Kuxuan still didn't want to stop chattering, Chen Pingan was not in a hurry anyway, so he simply withdrew his fists and walked slowly to stretch his muscles.
"Chen Ping'an, believe it or not, when I was in my hometown, I was still in Xinghua Lane and you were still in Mud Ping Lane, I already regarded you as a fellow-traveler. Well, a fellow-traveler. This is a kind of
It’s more of a written expression. To put it simply, we are on the same road. We are very similar. We are able to endure hardships, have lively eyes, and can hide things in our hearts. We look at the world, like to go back to our roots, and don’t want to be manipulated by others.
Even if this 'other' is the so-called God, it still won't work. Don't deny it. To a large extent, I understand you better than many people in Luopo Mountain. People who stand in the shade of trees to enjoy the shade will never be able to see clearly.
The whole tree looks like you and I have our respective followers, no matter how big or small they are, they all live in our shadow after all, how can we recognize the true face of you and me?"
"So I even made an idea very early on. When I become successful, I will take you with me. I will sincerely give you the most benefits, with glory and wealth that a young man in Mud Bottle Lane can't even imagine.
The real benefits are to wear off your desire for revenge bit by bit and become that kind of true friend. Then one day, I create a mountain sect, and you help me. I can take care of everything and leave it to you to take charge.
I believe you can do a good job in managing all the affairs of the sect, better than anyone else. That’s why I said before that for the younger generation in the town, the two of us are enough. A sect can have two ten
Isn’t it enough for the four realms to sit on the top of a mountain? Otherwise, what do you think I was doing when I went to the creek to pick up snake gallstones? They were originally reserved for you, and were intended to be used as starting materials for you to go up the mountain to practice Taoism in the future. Unfortunately, I did not expect that you would actually
You will meet Ning Yao from the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and you will be involved in so many things with her. You will also be able to run to the mountains to the west under the instructions of Blacksmith Ruan, and use the three bags of gold and copper coins to buy a bunch of mountains.
, when I became a rich man, from that moment on, I knew that an ending similar to today’s meeting was inevitable, the only difference was who would kill whom, sooner or later.”
At this point, Ma Kuxuan paused briefly and asked tentatively: "You picked the time this time, so let me pick a place?"
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Okay."
Ma Kuxuan said: "Since you are so good at arranging pictures and creating geography, I won't be polite to you. Why don't you choose the Great Wall of Sword Qi as the battlefield? I haven't been there yet. It is indeed a small place.
Pity."
In an instant, Ma Kuxuan really got what he wanted, and the position beneath both sides turned into a city head. Ma Kuxuan looked up and saw the wonder of three bright moons hanging in the sky. It was just that the season had changed, and it seemed like a sky.
After a heavy snowfall, it was hard to tell whether the ground was moonlight or snowy.
Ma Kuxuan moved a few steps, his boots squeaking in the thick snow. He picked up a handful of snow on the other side of the battlement, put it into his mouth, chewed it carefully, and nodded, "It's really true.
It's quite similar to that. How did you do it? Generally speaking, it's not easy to deceive the vision of the upper five realms with deception. You can even hide the sense of touch and taste? How?
Did you do it? To support the authenticity of this illusion, you need to consume a lot of spiritual energy, right? Why do you have to mobilize so many troops to deal with those unworthy Ma family disciples? Isn’t it a bit overkill?"
Chen Pingan stood on the other side of the city and remained silent.
Wearing an eye-catching bright red robe, it looks slightly out of place with the snow-white sky and earth.
Ma Kuxuan sighed, "Yes, you have been this kind of character since you were a child. You are careful, prudent, mature, and steady. You, including yourself, are regarded as potential enemies. This is also what I admire most about you. I often admire you.
Don’t be surprised if you are scolded, and don’t be afraid of being beaten often. Is this what the book calls calmness in times of great events?”
Ma Kuxuan turned his head and looked at the scene in the city, and quickly found the location of the summer palace. "Thinking about military affairs on paper is full of frost."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "That's ridiculous."
"I remember when I was a kid, I always heard my grandma say something repeatedly. She said that everyone has his own destiny. Good or bad destiny is determined by fate. A person's previous life determines his fate in this life. What kind of fate he will cast?
You have already planned what kind of person you will be and what you will say. The outside world says that you are lucky and very good. Otherwise, it is impossible to explain how an orphan in a back alley could have such a good fortune.
"
"After all, he is not just a poor man who jumped over the dragon gate and won the first prize in the exam. A poor man with a poor family suddenly became rich and became a rich man. Even Lin Shouyi, Dong
Regardless of the well, outsiders can barely understand it. Only on your side, common sense cannot explain it. It seems that there is no other explanation except Hongfu Qitian. Chen Pingan, what do you think of this? "
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "I follow the crowd."