Chen Ping'an was actually a little surprised. It was rare to meet someone who could speak the elegant language of Dongbaopingzhou in Daoxuan Mountain. But after walking so far, he knew that monks don't tell their names and Taoism doesn't tell their longevity. When he met a stranger, he rashly asked where he was.
Renshi, it seems inappropriate.
Chen Pingan took the couple into the Jingjian Pavilion and told the couple what Jin Su had told him. Moreover, Chen Pingan had a good memory since he was a child. There were houses full of imitation swords and sword fairy paintings, as long as he took them seriously.
Remember, Chen Pingan was able to tell the couple their names, sword names and general resume immediately.
After taking the couple on a tour, Chen Ping'an also came up with the idea that since he had used the sword, he would stay in Daixuan Mountain for a while and collect all the sword fairies and immortal swords in the Jingjian Pavilion one by one.
Write it down and take it back to Luo Luo Shan Bamboo House later. You can take it out and look through it when you are bored, just like those small bamboo slips engraved with beautiful poems and principles of the world. When they are basking in the sun, even if you look at them from a distance, Chen Pingan
You will feel extra comfortable and warm, as if the sun is not shining on the bamboo slips and words, but on your own heart.
When I was excerpting and copying, I could just practice calligraphy, but I didn’t know if the pen and ink paper from Hanging Mountain would be very expensive.
The young woman smiled and said, "You have a very good memory."
Chen Pingan put away his thoughts and grinned. This kind of skill is nothing in the mountains. I think this lady must be talking politely.
Chen Pingan is really underestimating himself this time, because the couple with excellent eyesight has determined that every time Chen Pingan looks at a certain replica of the fairy sword, he is already confident. This is called seeing before the vision arrives. This is
It is a famous bottleneck of sword cultivator, which determines the ultimate height of sword cultivator, whether he is just a small sword cultivator whose heart is restrained by flying swords, or a great swordsman who can control thousands of swords.
After walking through most of the room, Chen Pingan still took the trouble to follow the couple who were watching carefully. In fact, he told the general history of Jingjian Pavilion. The next step was just to choose to pay homage to the sword immortal or the famous sword based on interest, but the woman occasionally still
They would chat with Chen Pingan for a few words, and Chen Pingan would continue to follow them.
From the beginning to the end, the man didn't say much, but suddenly said: "I'll wait for you in front."
The woman nodded, did not take it seriously, and continued to chat with Chen Pingan. Although Chen Pingan had been to Jingjian Pavilion, he actually had little understanding of the Great Wall of Sword Qi except for the famous sword immortals on the wall. On the contrary, it was the
The woman who came here with admiration told many legends about sword immortals, such as the founder of the mountain named Dong. The reason why his sword was named "Three Corpses" was not because he believed in Taoism, but because he believed in Taoism.
It was he who once entered the hinterland of the demon clan alone and killed three great demons in the five realms along the way. This led to the rise of the Dong family in the Sword Qi Great Wall. Later, almost every head of the Dong family personally killed even the Yupu realm.
It's a great demon in the immortal realm...
Now that they have talked about the Dong family, the woman will happily take Chen Ping'an to find the imitation sword called "Bamboo Fence". The owner of the sword is an ancestor of the Dong family. At that time, the Dong family originally
The incense has faded, the head of the family was seriously injured to death by a big demon, and the sword energy in the family was in a state of decline. Then there was a young Jindan realm swordsman from the Dong family who resolutely took the ancestral "one-foot-tall sword".
", embarked on the path of slaying demons that the ancestor walked, and when everyone was not optimistic about this person, two hundred years later, this sword cultivator returned to the Great Wall of Sword Qi with one sword and one person, carrying a sword on his back.
A bamboo basket held the head of a thirteenth-level demon. Before he climbed onto the city wall, he carved the word "Dong" on the Great Wall of Sword Qi with a nearly broken sword ten feet high.
From then on, this man forged a new sword and named it Bamboo Fence.
The Dong family has been one of the most important surnames in Jianqi Great Wall ever since.
After chatting, the woman learned that the boy's surname was Chen, and she smiled and asked Chen Pingan if he had paid attention to the "Flying Mountain".
Chen Pingan smiled shyly, a little embarrassed, because the owner of this strange-named fairy sword was named Chen. Therefore, Chen Pingan paid special attention and remembered it clearly. In fact, as long as it was a sword fairy named Chen, Chen Pingan would even wear a sword.
I remember that they were all very attentive. If you have never learned painting, and you don’t have a master of painting like the Guihua Island painter around you, you can ask for advice. Chen Pingan hopes that in the next period of time, he can move the appearance of these "Sword Fairy" back to Luolu Mountain.
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Afterwards, the woman smiled and selected a few old friends of the Chen Sword Immortal for Chen Pingan, and told them heart-stirring stories.
When someone tells it in words instead of cold words, and records it in a few concise and concise sentences, the story will often be very wonderful, like monuments along the river of time, and willow trees, and future generations will stand under the tree and
I can feel the shade of their trees. Outside the shade, there are violent storms and the rivers of that period are turbulent and ups and downs.
Chen Ping'an, who originally planned to never drink again, couldn't help but start drinking again.
Not being liked by the girl you like is a very sad thing, but the sky has not fallen, so how can you live?
This is something Chen Pingan suddenly wanted to understand when he returned to Jingjian Pavilion.
But Chen Pingan would not think that his sad incident was an insignificant matter after knowing so many sword immortals.
This made him feel even more uncomfortable than when Chen Ping'an was beaten to a death worse than death in Luoluoshanzhulou.
The two kinds of discomfort are different. If you can survive the former, you can survive it.
But the pain of the latter seems to be unbearable for a day, a month, a year, ten years, a hundred years, or even a lifetime.
The strangest thing is that Chen Pingan will feel even more uncomfortable when he thinks that one day he will fall in love with another girl.
The book said that drinking to drown one's sorrows makes the sorrows worse, so that was why he was so scared that he didn't dare to drink anymore.
Unknowingly, from Chen Pingan's leading the way at the beginning to the woman's lengthy description and explanation at the end, it was natural that neither of them felt anything was wrong.
Then Chen Pingan saw the man. He was standing at the door of the last room, looking at himself and the woman with a smile.
The man didn't like to talk. When we were traveling together, he would only occasionally look at Chen Ping'an.
Walking into the last room and walking to the sword stand next to Zhuyu and Youhuang, the woman let out a surprised sound, "Why don't these two have portraits? I heard that the owner of the Zhuyu Sword is a very handsome man from the Great Wall of Jianqi."
A man."
Chen Ping'an was a little ashamed and glanced at the man beside him cautiously, not to overturn the jealousy.
Unexpectedly, the man immediately returned the favor, "The mistress of Youhuang is also a rare beauty in the world."
Chen Ping'an immediately defended the woman. What could the woman do if she made a few jokes? As a man, you should be more generous. How could you be so tit-for-tat?
The woman rolled her eyes at her man and smiled at Chen Ping'an: "Thank you for taking me to Jingjian Pavilion this time."
Chen Ping'an waved his hand and said: "It's okay, it's okay. I like to visit here myself, and I will come back in the next few days."
The man narrowed his eyes and said: "I heard that there is a little fool in Jingjian Pavilion who likes to wipe his saliva on these two swords and the sword stand. Could it be you?"
Chen Pingan didn't want to cause trouble, so he pretended to be confused and waved his hands vigorously, "No, no, how could I be so stupid?"
The woman secretly stepped on the man's instep, and then said to Chen Ping'an: "We are leaving, do you want to leave here together?"
The man suddenly asked: "I see that you are also a drinker. Do you want to drink? I know a good place to drink. It's cheap and good. It's not that you don't greet me if you're an acquaintance."
Chen Pingan shook his head.
The man said angrily: "I'll treat you to a drink. Why are you afraid of bad guys in Daixuan Mountain? Besides, do you think we, the couple, covet you for a broken sword and a broken sword gourd?"
Chen Pingan was a little embarrassed.
This man is too straightforward in his words.
The man kicked the woman again, and the latter complained: "Who said you hate people who persuade people to drink the most?"
The man did not dare to compete with his wife, so he glared at Chen Pingan.
Chen Pingan smiled at the woman.
The man became more and more angry, but he was already dragged towards the door of the house by the woman.
The three of them walked out of Jingjian Pavilion together and walked down the steps.
The man held it in for a long time and asked, "Really you don't want to drink? All the alcoholics and alcoholics in the world want to drink the Wangyou wine from Hanging Mountain. It is said to be a unique brewing method left by the Confucian sages who passed through this village."
If there is no such store, please think about it before you answer me."
Chen Ping'an lowered his head and glanced at the sword-raising gourd. There wasn't much sweet-scented osmanthus brew left in it.
The man clicked his tongue and said, "Boy, with your mother-in-law's temper, it's probably hard to find a wife."
This knife really stabbed Chen Ping'an in the heart. He thought that I was so disrespectful to my mother-in-law. Now I am like a lonely ghost, wandering around Daixuan Mountain in the middle of the night. Otherwise, I might still be walking with Miss Ning.
What a scene!
Chen Pingan snorted coldly: "If you don't drink, you won't have a wife if you don't have a wife!"
This is a rare occasion for Chen Ping'an to lose his temper.
Looking away, facing the lady, Chen Ping'an looked too good. He cupped his hands and said, "Madam, see you later."
The young woman smiled and said: "You should try the Wangyou wine from Xuanxuan Mountain. Even for ordinary Qi practitioners in the Jade Pu Realm, it is hard to get a cup. We have some incestuous relationship with the shopkeeper over there, so we can
When you walk into a wine shop, if you really like drinking, don’t miss it. Well, even if you don’t like drinking, it’s best not to miss it.”
Chen Ping'an hesitated.
The man began to complain, "Take a look, squirm, do you like it? I don't really like it anyway."
Chen Pingan had a dark face, thinking about what I want you to do.
In fact, Chen Ping'an looked like a drunken man tonight, and his temper was really not good. After all, the Clay Bodhisattva also had anger.
The woman ignored the petty man, patted the young man on the shoulder, and joked: "Let's go drink together. I think you have something on your mind. When the time comes to drink, don't care what this guy is talking about, just drink your own wine."
, the sky is vast and the earth is vast, the wine glass is the largest, the mountains are high and the water is far away, the wine is the deepest.”
Chen Pingan scratched his head and followed the woman.
The man followed the two of them, looked back at Jingjiang Pavilion, and twitched his lips.
A Taoist nun from Xuanxuan Mountain who was responsible for guarding the Jingjian Pavilion was thrown out of the Jingjian Pavilion. She came to the square at the foot of Gufeng Mountain and burst into tears facing the little Taoist boy who was flipping through the book.
The master accused the man of his crimes. The little Taoist boy listened absently to the Taoist's angry words and asked, "You still don't know who he is, do you?"
This Taoist nun in the Golden Core Realm shook her head blankly.
The little Taoist boy nodded, "That means those who don't know are not guilty, so you can go."
The Taoist nun became more and more confused.
The man holding a sword on the horse-tackling post in the back gloated: "It is the laziness of a teacher who is not strict in teaching."
The little Taoist boy said angrily: "Fart, this is a Confucian bastard's statement. I will never respect this in my lineage! Since when has being a man and cultivating Taoism not been your own business?!"
The Taoist nun was so frightened that she trembled and stayed where she was. She lowered her eyebrows and did not dare to move at all.
The man holding the sword, instead of just giving up, added fuel to the fire and said with a smile: "No wonder the portrait of your Taoist ancestor hangs so high in the Shangxiang Tower. It is thousands of miles away from your three masters.
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The little Taoist boy jumped up and asked, "Are you looking for a beating?"
The man holding the sword laughed and said: "Fortunately you didn't say 'you are looking for death', otherwise I would have criticized you for talking nonsense. I don't have any other advantages. As A Liang said, I am just a straight person, so I flatter others and expose others."
Just two things, A Liang said that I am ranked high in the Sword Qi Great Wall."
Xiaodao was so angry that he gritted his teeth, clasped his hands behind his back, spinning around on the big futon, muttering to himself: "Do you think you are the Aliang here? You are a native refugee over there... If it hadn't been for Master's warning, you would have wanted me
Be kind to others. I have to beat you beyond recognition today. I don’t care whether you have been suppressed by heaven and earth here and have fallen to half of your realm. You can’t win with force. I’ll beat you until you dare not see anyone for a year. That’s how happy you are.
, I’ll beat you just like the senior brother on Lone Peak back then... I’ve been displeased with you for several years..."
The Taoist nun who originally expected her master to support her felt regretful when she saw the master getting angry for the first time. She shouldn't have experienced this.
Especially after the master accidentally revealed some secrets, the Taoist nun felt that her life in Xuanxuan Mountain would be very difficult.
The Uncle Tianjun who sits in the central solitary peak may be too lazy to pay attention to him, but his eldest disciple, Zhenjun Jiaolong, who is holding a dust fly in his hand and is now the third in command of Xuanxuan Mountain, is famous for his respect for his teachers.
I will definitely let her wear her little shoes until the end of the world, I will definitely...
The Taoist nun wanted to cry but had no tears.
Why do you have to deal with such a master who never protects you?
On the street outside Jingjiang Pavilion, Chen Ping'an inexplicably finished visiting Jingjiang Pavilion with his wife, and then followed the two of them to some wine shop to drink some Wangyou wine.
Occasionally, they were in a trance, or were questioned by the lady. It seemed that a long time had passed, and it seemed that it took less than a stick of incense. The three of them arrived at a wine shop that had not yet closed. However, the business was deserted, and there was not a single customer in the shop.
, there was only a young shop assistant who was taking a nap on the wine table, and an old man teasing a caged bird behind the counter.
The old shopkeeper glanced at the couple and said, "There are few visitors, so this wine must be brought out."
Then he glanced at the young man carrying the sword behind them, frowned, but sighed and said nothing, as if out of affection, he turned a blind eye.
Then the old man yelled at the lazy guy, "Xu Jia! Sleep, sleep, sleep, why don't you die if you don't sleep! There are guests, go and bring a jar of wine!"
The young man named Xu Jia suddenly woke up, wiped his saliva, stood up feebly, stooped and moved a jar of wine, placed it on the table where the three people were sitting, yawned and said: "Three guests, please take your time.
Drink, as per the old rules, there is no food in this restaurant.”
The woman nodded in greeting, then smiled at Chen Ping'an who was sitting opposite: "There was a very powerful monk who traveled here once, drank Wangyou wine, and was full of praise, claiming, 'The only one who can break the Buddha in my heart is
There is this wine'."
The old man in charge of the shop said with a smile: "That's not true. The old monk is really powerful. I'm afraid even if A Liang slashes with his sword several times, he still won't be able to break through that bald donkey's abbot's world."
After all, I still want to say that our wines are the best in the world.
But Chen Ping'an was still very happy when he heard others mentioning A Liang in Daixuan Mountain.
So this time, I really want to drink some wine.
As a result, the old man slapped the counter and said angrily: "You fucking get angry whenever you mention A-Liang! He owes me more than 20 bottles of wine money, and he is the only one in the world! Chen Chun'an from Posuzhou back then, and not long ago
The female Martial Goddess, and those old people from various schools of thought earlier, who dare to owe me money for drinks?"
"Let's talk about the scholar in the Middle-earth Divine Continent. When he was at his lowest, before he got rich, he was just a small qi practitioner in the sea-viewing realm. He wrote hundreds of poems about wine fights. What a wine fight, it's the wine here! But he came
After going back and forth three times, I still owe me less than four or five jars of wine in total. Ah Liang has done something wrong and I am in trouble!"
The woman blinked at Chen Pingan, as if to say that the old man had this temper, just let him have his say and don't pay attention to him.
The young store clerk said gloomily: "Old man, can you please just forget about A Liang? Miss has not returned to Daoxuan Mountain because of him. I miss Miss so much."
The old man suddenly became quieter and muttered: "That kind of heartless girl can just stay outside and cause harm to others."
Opening the wine jar, there were three large white bowls. After the man poured a bowl of wine into each bowl, as the lady said, he hated people who persuaded people to drink the most in his life. He said straightforwardly: "After that, you can drink if you want. If you don't want to, you will drink."
Chen Pingan carefully took a sip. There was no big taste. It was just a little stronger than sweet-scented osmanthus brew, but it was not as bad as burning a knife to cut liver and intestines. Chen Pingan took two more sips, but his throat and stomach were still numb.
If there is any movement, I feel completely relieved. I guess this Wangyou wine has another mystery, and it is not about the taste.
A jar of wine reaches the bottom after each person has consumed two large bowls.
The woman turned to look at the old shopkeeper with a smile, and asked for an extra jar. The old man looked at the woman with a sweet smile, sighed, went to get an extra jar, and gently placed the two jars of wine on the table, "Three jars of wine."
The jar of wine is considered as my invitation to you, and it is not included in the account."
Chen Ping'an's face was red after drinking, but his mind was clear and clear. He didn't seem drunk, let alone drunk, but he could clearly feel his tipsy state.
After drinking, I just wanted to say something more.
Just like those wine burps, it actually doesn't matter if you hold them in, but in the end it's easy to spit them out.
At first, the man was immersed in drinking, or he was looking out of the shop, wandering thousands of miles away.
The woman seemed to like chatting with Chen Pingan, and they chatted from Chen Pingan's hometown to two long trips.
Since Chen Pingan was not drunk, he only picked people and things that he could talk about.
Later, I somehow ended up chatting about that girl.
Chen Ping'an, who had made up his mind to overturn the truce after drinking four large bowls of wine, silently poured himself a bowl of wine. He still didn't say anything about sending the sword, but said that he had something to do and had to leave his hometown and come to Daixuan Mountain. It just happened to be
There was a girl I knew. Her home was on the other side of the Jianqi Great Wall, and they met. It was as simple as that.
The woman smiled and said, "Then you have walked a long way?"
Chen Ping'an held the bowl, thought for a while, shook his head and said, "It's not far. I think every step I take will make me closer, so I won't feel so far away."
The man sneered: "How long have you known and been with that girl? How long have you kept saying you like her? Isn't it too frivolous?"
Chen Ping'an didn't know how to refute, so he just said gloomily: "I can't control who I like. If you think it's frivolous, that's what you think, and I don't care about you either."
The man snorted coldly, probably also hurt by Chen Ping'an's words. The key is that the young man said it very sincerely.
There are rumors on the mountain, I don’t know whether they are true or false.
After drinking the wine of forgetfulness, you become a sincere person.
The woman comforted: "Then you were rejected by the girl? Don't be discouraged. Have you ever heard that some people are destined to be right as long as they meet again. If we can meet again, it is the best."
Chen Ping'an drank a big sip of wine and his eyes were blurry, but his eyes were as clear as a stream. Happiness, sadness, regret, and joy were all flowing, and they were clean. The young man shook his head and said with a smile:
"If you like someone, you have to make them happy. If you like someone, they must be with you. Is this still like you?"
At this point, the young man shed tears, "But that's what I said, but in fact I was almost heartbroken to death. I actually wished that the whole Xuanxuan Mountain and the whole world knew that I liked that girl. Then I
I just hope that there is only such a girl in the world who likes me..."
At the end of the story, Chen Ping'an was so drunk that he forgot to drink several large bowls of wine and rested his head on the wine table, thinking about it.
He even forgot how he had quarreled with the man and even started a fight.
It seemed like he was dreaming but not dreaming, he seemed to be awake but not asleep. He seemed to be angry and rose from the fourth level to the seventh level in one go. From then on, he had no fate with the fourth level, the strongest martial arts. The woman seemed to ask
Is it worth it for him to give up his martial arts career to fight against the injustice of a girl's father and mother? How can you become the most powerful swordsman and great swordsman in the world in the future?"
Chen Pingan's answer at the time was, "If I like a girl, I don't just say it. If I don't do this today, if you are Ning Yao's parents, you think I, Chen Pingan, am really rich and have a high level of cultivation."
Now, if you really become the Great Sword Immortal, will you give important things to your daughter? No... If you like me like that, in fact, I don’t like you that much, it must be a lie from the beginning..."
Chen Ping'an no longer remembers all this.
The old shopkeeper looked calm.
I am used to seeing all kinds of things in the human world for thousands of years.
The young store clerk watched with great interest.
In the end, Chen Ping'an was completely drunk. The man looked at the young man and took a sip of wine. "I still don't like this guy. He's stupid, boring, not romantic enough, not grand enough. His qualifications are just okay. He has a careless mind and a bad temper."
You look stubborn at first glance. If you quarrel with your daughter in the future and no one is willing to give in, what should you do? With my daughter’s temperament, she will admit her mistakes."
The woman smiled and said, "Admit your mistake? You also know that it was probably our daughter who was at fault first? You know that the young man will let her do everything?"
The man felt a little guilty and angrily stopped talking.
The woman suddenly smiled and said: "I remember, you said earlier that the child was not romantic enough. Is it the romantic style of a literati and a poet, or the romantic style of galloping through flowers?"
Hidden murderous intent.
The man had an idea and admired himself greatly. He picked up the wine bowl and said boldly: "It's Feng Liu who carved the words on the Great Wall of Sword Qi!"
The woman smiled.
The man laughed dryly and found his way down the stairs, "Actually, this silly boy is quite good. Our daughter really has to find someone like this."
The woman smiled warmly, looked outside the shop, and muttered to herself for no reason, "I'm sorry."
The man beside him, his daughter Ning Yao, the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and Haoran Tianxia.
She felt sorry for all the women.
The deceitful tricks used by the men and women had all disappeared after Chen Pingan became drunk.
The girl Chen Pingan likes is both like him and her.
The man sitting side by side with her gently held the woman's hand and said, "We can only forgive our daughter, not anyone else."
The man suddenly smiled brightly and looked at Chen Pingan, "Our daughter's vision is amazing."
The woman smiled and nodded, "Follow me."
The man suddenly said helplessly: "Is it that difficult for this stupid, heartless girl to say those words?"
The woman nodded and said, "Of course it's difficult. Which girl who likes the other person wants the boy who likes her to fall in love with a girl who will die on the battlefield?"
The man touched his forehead and said, "It's over! You've screwed me to death!"
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Sword Qi Great Wall, on the stone cliff of Zhanlongtai.
She lay there and whispered: "Chen Pingan, listen to me, I don't dislike you."