Chapter 210 The mountains and rivers meet and meet again
Chen Ping'an holds the title of distinguished guest, but he is not a delicate person, so he does not need the two maids to really serve him. The girl Qiushi puts her mind on the outside and acts like a well-informed reporting god every day, saying
She didn't care whether Chen Ping'an liked to hear about the strange and interesting things that happened on the Kun ship recently. Anyway, the shabby young man from Dali was easy to talk to.
The girl was chattering, saying that someone at the gambling stall was betting on stones and found a rare jade, containing rare chalcedony. After being cut out, it would be fluorescent and dazzling, worth at least thirty thousand snowflake jade, and she would make a fortune.
At the weapons shop owned by Liu Mazi, I met two groups of high-rollers who spent a lot of money. They fell in love with the same spiritual weapon. Because of their anger, they started to compete with each other, and the price kept rising. Finally, they boarded the ship from the Wutong Mountain Ferry in Dali.
That guy was even more generous. A Fangtian painted halberd that originally cost eight thousand snowflake jade actually cost nearly twenty thousand snowflake jade. This made the girl both envious and distressed. How could anyone spend money so lavishly? He really thought it was money.
It was blown by a strong wind.
There were also people who drank like crazy at Xinghuafang, howled loudly, and shouted a girl’s name heartbreakingly, making many nearby guests extremely noisy. In the end, they were dragged away by the steward of Xinghuafang, who was very strong.
After a beating, I went back the next day. I didn't dare to complain. I just squatted on the street outside Xinghuafang and ate dry biscuits. I looked at the attic of the girl I liked. I had a lot of snot and tears, and I just happened to drink it.
We ate dry biscuits together.
He is a young monk from the Four Realms. It turned out that he was spending all his money and money to worry about his family. He fell in love with a handsome young man who looked like a white lotus. He spent the last two months there enjoying the romance and loving each other. This is nothing.
Rumor has it that the monk is still an infatuated person and has never touched Qing Guo'er's hand. He is indeed a gentleman.
Qiushi talks about these things incessantly and adds more fuel and jealousy, which is more exciting than a storyteller, but Chen Pingan has only heard of it.
Chen Ping'an is more interested not in the boat but at his feet.
One day at dusk, as the Kun ship encountered strong winds and had to lower its channel height, Chen Ping'an discovered that on a piece of land, fire was burning, smoke was everywhere, and smoke pillars were floating in the air, like individual trees in a field.
Sapling, Wai Wai Wai Wai. Chun Shui knew a lot of inside information about Aquarius Continent. He checked the geographical map in the study and quickly came up with the answer. It turned out that it was a bloody battle involving the national destiny of both sides. Two dynasties had been at odds for generations. After hundreds of years,
After a long war, he finally made a desperate move, devoted all the efforts of the country, and dispatched a large number of Qi practitioners.
After this battle, both sides must have been severely weakened. As a result, in the entire northern area of Aquarius Continent with Guanhu Academy as the boundary, except for the Gao family of the Sui Dynasty, which valued both civil and military affairs, there was no dynasty that could compete with the barbarians of the Song family of Dali.
Hair is sparse.
Chun Shui looked at the devastated land and sighed softly: "If the battle is terrible, maybe there will be an ancient battlefield site in Aquarius Continent. In a few decades, when the Qi mechanism stabilizes, there should be Zhenwu Mountain or Zhenwu Mountain."
It is the saints of Fengxue Temple who sit in it, and it becomes a brand new military realm."
Chen Ping'an looked at the ground that shone brightly from time to time. Even from the observation deck, there were gold and silver armored men the size of fingernails, fighting with giant beasts that burst out of the earth.
Chen Pingan guessed that the Qi practitioners with magical powers were fighting each other.
In addition, there are many scenery that makes Chen Pingan feel that his mind is blank.
A group of cranes screamed, slowly climbed up, emerged from the sea of clouds, fluttered their wings and flew into the higher sea of clouds, like a flowing picture scroll.
There are also wild geese flying south in formation, and there is another rolling cloud pillar, with lightning and thunder. The air-flying Qi practitioner hovers outside the cloud pillar, absorbs the thunder and lightning with a unique magic weapon, and pockets it. There is also a Qingluan.
The great qi practitioner flew through the air at a speed much faster than a Kun ship. He disappeared in a blink of an eye, and his whole body was covered with precious light.
Chen Ping'an heard that Kunzhou had a "letter shop" dedicated to sending messages with flying swords, which functioned like a human post station, so he wrote two letters and asked Qiushi to send them, because there was nothing secret in the letter, and the most important thing was to tell him
People reported that they were safe and said some strange things they heard from Qiushi. It didn’t matter even if they were seen by others, but the price of the letter shop was really expensive. A letter sent to Longquan County in Dali would be charged by the gods on the mountain.
The special ten-note snowflake jade coin sent to the Cliff Academy of the Great Sui Dynasty was more expensive, costing twenty cents. Chen Ping'an was so frightened that he had to give up the idea of handing a letter. The recipient of the letter in Great Li was Wei Bo, and the letter sent to the Cliff Academy of the Great Sui Dynasty was
The messenger was Li Baoping, who asked the two of them to help deliver the message.
Chen Ping'an stood on the viewing platform. Under Chun Shui's guidance, he discovered that a small single-family building near the fence would have flashes of light from time to time. It was hard to detect. Chun Shui smiled and patiently explained: "There are rats.
Birds have their own paths, and the same is true for flying swords to convey messages. At a certain level in the sky, it is most suitable for flying swords to travel long distances with minimal resistance. There are Qi practitioners who use this as the foundation of their lives. At this height,
Work diligently to open up special passages. After the world's messenger flying swords are launched into the sky, they will go to this "small path". Disciples of larger sects all know this rule, so once Yufeng is far away
If you swim, you will take the initiative to avoid it.”
Qiushi had just returned to the study, leaned against the threshold, and said with a smile: "It's not that there are stupid wild Qi practitioners who have just learned to fly in the sky. They just thought that the sky is high and the birds can fly, but they bumped into it.
I got a bruise and a swollen face, but I was lucky, but the unlucky one was pierced through the eyeballs and neck, fell from a high altitude, died on the spot, and turned into a puddle of mud. It's so pitiful."
Chen Ping'an asked a very layman's question, "Is there no one in the world who has enough food to hold on and intercept the flying sword?"
Qiushi nodded and said: "Of course there is. There are many people who are confused among Qi practitioners. It's just that Feijian's narrow path is commonly known as the 'Moire Trail', and there are specially Cloud Pattern monks who keep an eye on it."
I just hope to make a fortune from this. I wish there would be a fool to cut the path. A few letter-sending flying swords are not worth a lot of money, but once the thief is caught, he can forcefully demand a sky-high compensation. The thief is a pauper.
If so, just ask for it from the secular dynasty in his name. If it is a wild cultivator that has not been recorded in the archives and is penniless, then there is nothing you can do but admit defeat, and the loss will not be big anyway."
Speaking of this, Qiushi looked envious and said: "The Qi practitioners in charge of the moiré path are all fat and oily! Every time these guys board a ship to travel, the worst, the worst, they will live in medium-sized houses.
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Chun Shui said softly: "In fact, the immortal families that have been passed down for thousands of years generally do not use flying swords to send messages. There are many mysterious techniques in the world that can make people chat as if they are face to face. For example, a pair of mother-and-son elm coins, you can use this technique to
After rubbing it with the Dharma, if you speak again, the other elm coin placed elsewhere will automatically vibrate and make a sound, and the other party can hear it."
Chen Ping'an clicked his tongue in surprise.
Qiushi looked at Chen Ping'an, who was listening carefully and seriously, and thought to herself, how could such a poor boy have a relationship with the Great Li Beiyue Zhengshen? How big a piece of shit would he have to step on?
Fortunately, Chen Ping'an is poor because he is short-sighted and asks more questions. He never pretends to be fat. On the contrary, Qiu Shi, who is simple in nature, feels that this is good. If he has no money, he still likes to show off. If he doesn't know anything, he doesn't know how to pretend.
You know, that's pitiful and annoying.
After chatting too much, the two sisters would inevitably mention their hometown, Luzhou, Beiju.
There are many sword cultivators in Ju Luzhou, but there is not even one.
Sword cultivators have great killing power, so naturally there are many domineering people. To what extent can they be domineering? To give the simplest example, Posuo Island is located in the south, and Baopingzhou is located in the south. They are commonly known as Nanposuo, Dongbaoping, and Juluzhou.
It is the northeast of the vast world, but it calls itself Beiju Luzhou. This makes Aaizhou, which is due north, only Aaizhou, without the word "北".
Even Chun Shui, who has a graceful temperament, will appear a little arrogant and complacent when talking about what is going on in Ju Luzhou, but she is not aware of it. Of course, Qiushi is even more like this. She likes to talk about how "we" Bei Ju Luzhou are.
, why are you Aquarius Island so bad? When she said this, the girl's eyes were shining brightly, like a proud little oriole.
Then one day, Chen Pingan was finally ready to leave this Tianzihao house.
This made Chun Shui a little overjoyed, and Qiushi was even more happy to jump up and down, calling Mr. Chen repeatedly and bowing to him to thank him.
This made Chen Pingan feel a little guilty.
It turns out that there is a big news coming from Qiushi. Tonight, at the bow of the Kun boat, a banner of flowers and birds from the ancestors of Dajiu Mountain will be taken out, allowing people to see the scene thousands of miles away. Chen Pingan was not too surprised by this.
, because on that windy and snowy night, the boy in green brought out a water bowl, and in the water curtain, the sword-wielding figure of the fairy Su Jia could be clearly seen.
Chen Pingan did not go there to learn more, but had to go because the people and things about to be displayed on the flower and bird banners were all related to Chen Pingan.
Zhengyang Mountain and Fenglei Garden were about to engage in a life-and-death battle. The news came suddenly and without warning, making the entire Aquarius Continent unprepared.
And even if just a few words spread across the continent, it will already make people feel chilly.
Two of the top sword cultivator sects in Aquarius Continent, three generations of sword cultivators, old, middle and young, each sent out one person to catch each other and fight.
The young and talented generation only distinguishes between victory and defeat, not life and death.
The backbone generation can win or lose, or live and die. It all depends on the wishes of both parties. But who doesn't know in Aquarius Continent that once people from the two factions meet outside the mountain gate, they may fight to the death. In this situation involving
At the critical moment of honor and disgrace at the mountain gate, given the tempers of Zhengyang Mountain and Fengleiyuan, it is likely to determine life and death.
The oldest ancestors of the two sects are only divided into life and death!
Murderous.
As if even before the sword was drawn, those watching the battle could smell the strong smell of blood.
The younger generation of sword cultivators in Zhengyang Mountain is none other than Fairy Su Jia, a monastic genius who possesses a top-grade sword-raising gourd.
On the other side of Fenglei Garden, there is a direct disciple of the master of the garden. His reputation is not obvious. It can be said that he is unknown. He is not even as good as his junior brother Liu Baqiao. But such a pinnacle battle that attracts the attention of the entire continent, how can Fenglei Garden be a fool?
Chen Pingan took them downstairs to the bow of the ship.
The flower and bird banner passed down from the ancestors of Dajiu Mountain has various lifelike colorful birds flying around on the scroll, and they also make various sounds, crisp and ethereal. When the banner is fully stretched out, it hangs on the bow of the ship.
High in the sky, it is five to six feet long and two feet wide. It is extremely huge when viewed up close. However, if you stay in a high-rise room and look at it from a distance, even if you have a lot of Qi practitioners on the ferry, you can still see it clearly and you will still feel unsatisfied.
Furthermore, when a swordsman draws his sword, it is as fast as thunder, as subtle as hair, and as powerful as thunder.
The subtle spirit contained in the way of swordsmanship is fleeting, so it is of course best to observe it up close.
So the locations were divided into three, six, and nine levels, three single-family houses. In the first row, not only were fruits and snacks prepared, but there were also beautiful maids trained and cultivated by some side gangs who spent a lot of money on the ferry.
As well as several popular oirans from Xinghuafang, as for whether those three groups of people are willing to appreciate it, I can't tell.
After that, there are guests like Chen Ping'an in the Tianzi Room. If they are in a good mood, they can bring the maids in the house and go there alone, which is naturally more acceptable.
Because it is not allowed to use magical powers without authorization, and it is too shameful to be suspended in the air. Everyone wants to occupy a higher field of view, which will cause more chaos and may cause trouble. Therefore, the ferry strictly prohibits guests from flying into the air.
Not negotiable.
So most people were carrying chairs and stools, which was actually no different from the people in the market joining in the fun to watch the temple fair.
Chun Shui Qiushi was not very young, but he was familiar with this matter. With the help of the consul, he got to his seat unimpeded and the location was excellent.
The ordinary-looking boy in straw sandals suddenly attracted a lot of curious attention.
Could it be that he is the direct descendant of a rich man with a perverse temper who likes to pretend to be poor?
Otherwise, if you wear a pair of straw sandals, do you want to go to the fields to weed or plant rice?
There are three big red sandalwood chairs, and there is a table between two chairs. There is a small plate of Juluzhou specialty tea called Kuquetan. You don't need to brew the tea with spring water, just chew the tea leaves raw. It will be slightly astringent in your mouth.
It gradually became bitter, and after about half a stick of incense was boiled, it completely changed. It was far sweeter and clearer than tea, so it was jokingly called "half stick of fragrant tea".
The war had not yet begun, and the three of them had nothing to do. Chun Shui explained the advantages to Chen Pingan, who was chewing tea leaves.
It turns out that this tea can clear the liver and improve eyesight, and it is the favorite of the rich and powerful families in Sanzhou. The literary giants and scholars who are not short of money like to give this spiritual tea the most, so that in some dynasties and countries that advocate tea ceremony, this tea has promoted
There is a trend of elegant bribery, which is not just a few taels of bitter tongue, but a big box of gifts. Officials are demoted, friends see them off, and they even sell iron to get some bitter tongue, which can be regarded as a gift.
The beautiful meaning of "after all the hardship comes happiness".
In addition, there are all kinds of exquisite pastries and spiritual fruits, which are very expensive, but they are much inferior to the hard-to-find Kuqueton.
The connection between the mountains and the mountains is much closer than Chen Ping'an imagined. There may be a natural chasm between the two, but there are bridges and all kinds of courtesy exchanges, all of which are huge profits.
Chen Ping'an listened carefully to Chun Shui's words while observing the surroundings quietly. The most important thing was the three groups of guests in front of him. There was no doubt that they were rich people among the gods on the mountain.
The ferry comes from Juluzhou. Although there is a possibility of going back and forth for business, most of them are natives of Juluzhou, because almost even children are like this, but the long sword is replaced by a short sword.
However, regardless of whether women, children, old or young, as long as they wear swords, they are not fancy, there are almost no unnecessary decorations, the scabbard is not inlaid with rare treasures, and there is no gorgeous sword tassel.
Directly in front of Chen Ping'an was a large family. A very tall woman was sitting in the main seat. Her cheekbones were high and her appearance was definitely not beautiful, but she had an imposing manner. She habitually pursed her lips and liked to squint her eyes.
people.
Next to her is an elegant man who is diligent in running errands. He has a handsome appearance and a face like a crown jewel. But whenever he talks to the woman, his face is full of smiles and his back is bent. He does not look like the head of the family.
The seat cannot deceive anyone, but it looks more like a pretty boy kept by a slutty noble lady in private.
He was holding a four or five-year-old child in his arms. He looked like a man, was pretty and pretty, and was quite lovable, but his demeanor was completely like a woman's, which was not so cute.
An old woman with gray hair and chicken skin is the family's nun. She is accompanied by a pretty maid. She has the same temperament as the old woman, very cold.
There was also a tall, muscular middle-aged man sitting on the chair to the left of the woman. He occasionally turned his head and looked at the attentive man, with a trace of sarcasm leaking from the corner of his mouth. If he looked at him, not only would the man not
He would conceal his contempt, but openly opened his lips, and the man who was the head of the family actually nodded and laughed along with him.
Chen Pingan took the opportunity to appreciate the painting and took in all the details.
Qiushi couldn't help but stare at it for a few more times, and soon her arm was twisted by Chun Shui. Unexpectedly, the tall man leaned back, turned his head, and grinned with a smile, revealing a snow-white mouth.
Qiushi was so frightened that she quickly lowered her head, not even daring to breathe.
After the man turned back, Chun Shui was so angry that he stepped on Qiushi hard, causing the latter to gasp and look at her sister with a sad face.
On the far left, an old man in a scholar's shirt sits alone, wearing an old mink hat. He takes off his boots and sits cross-legged, huddled in a large chair, which is a bit funny.
On the right, there are two young swordsmen, one male and one female. They look young, in their early twenties. As for their true age, it is difficult to say.
The young man held his sword across his knees and patted the scabbard gently.
In addition to the long sword hanging on the woman's hair, there is no beaded hairpin inserted in her bun. Instead, it is a small sword without an edge. It is just a small sword with a snow-white bead the size of a soybean hanging from the hilt, shining brightly and brightly.
Is this just plainly telling the world that I possess a rare treasure?
I'm afraid this is the boldness of a skilled person, and Chen Ping'an can only explain it this way.
In short, none of the three groups of people occupying the best positions at the front seems to be easy to offend.
Chen Ping'an took a deep breath, held his breath, and looked at the scroll intently.
Zhengyang Mountain, one of the enemies who protects the mountain and moves the mountain.
And he is the kind of big enemy who must take revenge.
Liu Baqiao from Fengleiyuan was an old acquaintance. He seemed to have fallen in love with Su Jia, the fairy from Zhengyang Mountain. At that time, Miss Ning even asked Liu Baqiao an embarrassing question.
Chen Ping'an was sitting on the chair, suddenly remembered something, and asked Chun Shui Qiu Shi to eat the bitter tongue tea leaves.
But this time, even Qiushi shook her head vigorously.
Chun Shui quietly pointed at Deacon Kun Chuan who was standing outside in front. Chen Pingan understood clearly and asked, "Can I take some back? Or can I just sit here and have tea?"
Chun Shui's pretty face was slightly red, and she said timidly: "Master, you can take it away, but no one seems to have done this."
Chen Ping'an grinned generously, grabbed one or two taels of tea and put it into his sleeve pocket. He slightly emphasized his voice and said, "With such good tea, I will have to go back to the house and chew it slowly to have a good meal."
Chen Pingan quietly waited for the big battle to come.
But at this moment, in his heart, a half-baked voice sounded softly and called him, "Chen Pingan."
Chen Ping'an subconsciously wanted to look around, but he quickly restrained the urge. With his excellent memory, he quickly remembered someone.
At that time, when I saw her for the first time in my hometown, Qingniubei, Chen Pingan felt that she and a companion beside her were like a pair of gods, a golden boy and a beautiful girl, walking out of a painting.
Her name should be He Xiaoliang.
This Taoist nun fairy who is said to be the most famous in the Shen Gao Sect is also the fairy that the boy in green admires the most. He likes her even more than Su Jia. She once said something half-joking and half-sincere. If she had the chance, she would touch him.
As soon as he touched Fairy He's hand, he would live for hundreds of years without hesitation.
The voice continued to ring softly in Chen Ping'an's heart, "Can you come back now? I have something to discuss. There are usually many people and I can only take this opportunity to chat with you."
Chen Pingan weighed the pros and cons, glanced at the vermilion wine gourd on his waist, and said silently in his heart: "Okay."
Chen Ping'an got up and told Chun Shui that he wanted to go back to his room and he would go back as soon as he went.
Chun Shui wanted to help lead the way, but Chen Pingan smiled and said no, there is no way he could go wrong in such a short journey.
Chen Pingan took the key from her hand and left the crowd silently.
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Stools and chairs, huge crowds of people.
At the end, stood a down-and-out Taoist priest with a mahogany sword on his back. He really didn't have the energy to fight for territory, and he had a shy personality that was aloof from the world. He stood blankly at the end, helpless. He also held a stool in his hand, but
But he found that the stacks of benches and chairs were full of spectators, and there were also children riding on their shoulders. Even if he stood on the bench, how could he see the slightest bit of the painting?
He was only able to reach the third realm, and was far from reaching the so-called "inhaling the wind, drinking dew, and not eating grains" as in the middle and fifth realms. The Kun boat sailed south across the continent from Juluzhou. The journey was so long that it was difficult to get off the ship. Only the middle level
Only the Cave Realm Qi Practitioners in the fifth realm can barely start to walk against the wind. If you want to jump off the Kun boat and land with ease and control the wind, I am afraid that ordinary sea-viewing realms cannot do it. Only the eighth realm Longmen
Only a great monk in this realm can not be restrained by heaven and earth and can truly ride the wind.
The reason why he was so embarrassed on this ferry trip south was because of an accident. First, he was hot-headed and bought two talismans, which were very expensive for him. Second, he finally relied on a dangerous game.
He wanted to sell an orb that he got from fighting and slaying demons at a fair price, but he never thought that the price could not be negotiated on Kun's boat. The shop was willing to buy it, but the price was too low. The young Taoist priest originally wanted to rely on this
Income, demolish the east wall to make up for the west wall, tide over the difficulties. If there is a slight surplus, maybe you can be rich for a while and live in a medium-sized house.
It’s really not as good as God’s calculations.
Copper coins can hardly kill a heroic man, let alone he is not even a hero, he is just a poor guy who only wants to slay demons, but it backfires.
How could the real "Zhang Family Celestial Master" accept money and agree to catch monsters, but then end up ruining a well-to-do family?
The last two surviving children of that family were simple and ignorant. We don't blame him for his lack of ability, but the young Taoist would blame himself.
When he thought of this, the young Taoist with red eyes put down his stool and sat there with his hands on his knees. The young man carrying a mahogany sword was a little confused. Suddenly he felt that he had given up the imperial examination and devoted himself to visiting immortals and asking questions.
, in the end, he learned the art from a teacher, and rushed down the mountain excitedly before he had mastered the art, thinking about getting rid of the demons. Was it actually wrong from the beginning?
Thinking of the real sadness, the young Taoist felt guilty, his eyes red, he raised a hand, clenched his fist and beat his heart gently, as if this would make him feel better.
Then he suddenly found a hand in front of him, with a piece of exquisite jade pendant engraved with "Dajiao Mountain Tianzi" spread out on it. He raised his eyes and saw a dark-skinned but upright young man's face. The man smiled.
He said: "I live in the Tianzi room. If you really want to go in and look at the scrolls, I can lend them to you. After you get to the second row, just go to the girl named Chun Shui Qiushi and say... you
They are friends of Chen Pingan, and they can easily recognize each other because they are sisters and they look alike."
The young Taoist opened his mouth and remained silent.
Chen Pingan stuffed the jade pendant into his arms, turned around and trotted away. He turned around and said with a smile: "After you sit down over there, remember to return it to me."
Chen Pingan thought as he ran, this young Taoist priest was too confused. He just couldn't see clearly the long picture of flowers and birds. Is he so sad and hurting his lungs? Chen Pingan, who happened to pass by before, was stunned for a moment.
Such a big man actually wiped away tears. Could it be that he, like Liu Baqiao and the boy in Tsing Yi, was also an admirer of Fairy Su Jia?
But these are not the real reasons why Chen Pingan handed over the jade pendant.
Chen Ping'an just remembered that when he was five years old, that winter dusk, he walked through the Mud Bottle Alley where every door was closed over and over again, crying secretly the same way.
Anyway, everyone was on the ferry. This Taoist priest, who was even poorer than himself, couldn't escape no matter what. He even took a step back and said, even if he really lost a piece of jade pendant, it would be recorded in Wei Bo's account for the time being, and he would come back next time.
Just return the money to Wei Bo. I believe Dajiao Mountain has already given such a great favor, so he shouldn't mind giving a little more.
If it doesn't work out, he, Chen Ping'an, is rich in Fang Cunwu's "15th Five-Year Plan"!
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In the study room of the house where Chen Pingan lived temporarily, there was a young woman wearing a loose robe, sitting behind the table, gently turning over pages of paper filled with regular script.
Very beautiful face.
The Taoist nun held her chin in one hand and turned over the paper with the other, looking lazy.
The woman at this time was probably the one who most attracted the attention of the Wei and Jin Dynasties in Fengxue Temple. It was the youngest swordsman in Aquarius Continent who drank pots of fine wine and pots of strong liquor. Still unable to relieve his worries, he borrowed wine.
The sorrow makes me even more sorrowful, so much so that a dashing swordsman who has traveled all over the world and seen all the mountains and rivers has his heart broken.