Chapter four hundred and fiftieth chapters unearthed book lake
The Road to the North.Mobile version
Chen Pingan stopped his horse at the top of an unknown mountain because he planned to find a Xianjia ferry and take the ferry back to Longquan County of Dali. Taking advantage of this last opportunity when the sun was shining brightly, he showed off those photos he had not seen for a long time.
The bamboo slips that were dug out include bamboo pieces from descendants of Qingshen Mountain in Qidun Mountain, as well as ordinary green bamboo in the mountains and purple bamboo from the island in Shujian Lake.
The mountains nearby are undulating, but there is an ancient tea-horse road for traders. After entering the mountains, there are vaguely some merchants on their way, hurriedly going back and forth.
Chen Ping'an deliberately chose a forked path and walked several miles along the ridge before arriving at the top of the mountain to dry his bamboo slips.
After digging out all the bamboo slips, Chen Pingan squatted aside, lost in thought.
The thought of owing so much debt makes my head hurt.
Chen Ping'an took a sip of wine and kept comforting himself. He returned to Longquan County. Under Wei Bo's operation, he was now a big landowner. He could show some magnanimity and a few foreign debts were nothing.
Chen Pingan rubbed his cheek and felt that this was the truth. Money is something external to the body, and a gentleman should use it wisely... Chen Pingan slapped himself on the cheek. He really thought he was a good boy, didn't he?
Then Chen Pingan turned around and looked. An old Confucian scholar whom he had met halfway was standing in the distance, panting. When he saw him, he seemed to be afraid of meeting a madman and was about to turn around and go down the mountain.
At that time, Chen Ping'an rode past the old Confucian scholar and the scholar. Judging by their footsteps and breathing, they were ordinary people. Of course, if the other party was an expert and was hiding very deep, Chen Ping'an would not intentionally explore it.
The young scholar carrying the burden did not come with the old Confucian scholar. Perhaps the old Confucian scholar wanted to climb up alone to write a poem. After expressing his thoughts, he would immediately return and continue on his way.
Of course, it could also be that he was a hidden great monk who, under the guise of a Confucian scholar, treated Chen Pingan as a fat sheep and wanted to come here to kill people and steal goods?
Chen Ping'an doesn't care.
The old Confucian scholar seemed to have gone through a battle between heaven and man in his heart, but still made up his mind. He came to Chen Pingan a dozen steps away, bent down and looked at the bamboo slips. After looking at it for a moment, he felt relieved, turned around and asked with a smile: "Young man,
Are you traveling far away to study alone?"
Chen Pingan thought for a while, nodded and smiled: "That's right, I want to walk more."
"Well, that's right, that's right. After traveling thousands of miles and reading thousands of books, today's young people are finding it easier and easier to buy books and study, and they are becoming more and more miserable."
The old Confucian scholar nodded first, and then asked: "Do you mind if I move around and take a look at these precious bamboo slips of yours?"
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Old sir, just watch."
Soon Chen Pingan regretted it. The old man not only looked at the bamboo slips, flipped through and picked them up, but also liked to ask this and that. There were many questions. Where did this sentence come from? Sometimes Chen Pingan said that the title of the book was related to
The master of the sentence, the old man, became more interested and asked Chen Pingan if he knew the intellectual foundation and purpose of that person's book. Chen Pingan answered with some difficulty. The old Confucian scholar's words were not very polite. There were some things that Chen Pingan was not familiar with, and the old man was not familiar with them.
The latter wanted to teach Chen Ping'an a lesson about the knowledge of the heart, so Chen Ping'an could only nod his head frequently and humbly accept the old man's comments.
The old Confucian scholar was really not afraid of trouble. The young scholar shouted twice from a distance, but the old man refused. Finally, the scholar simply put down his burden and sat there sighing alone.
After more than an hour, the old man finally finished reading the bamboo slips and asking questions.
The old man suddenly smiled and asked: "Young man, I particularly like his twenty bamboo slips. Can you part your love and give them to me?"
Chen Pingan shook his head decisively, "No."
I'm not familiar with you, this old gentleman.
Chen Ping'an has just made up his mind to stop being a philanthropist in the near future.
The old man became a little anxious and said, "How come you are so petty after reading so many books on philosophy? Scholars all over the world belong to the same family, so sending a few bamboo slips is nothing."
Chen Pingan said with a smile: "Unfortunately, the old gentleman is a knowledgeable scholar, and I am not yet considered a scholar. Besides, it is also the principle of books not to do to others what you don't want others to do to you. Don't force others to do anything to you, otherwise, you can't
Very kind."
The old man pointed at Chen Pingan, "Good boy, just read some fallacies in your reading. That's all. Since you are pressuring me with such a big principle as 'Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you', I can only hold my nose and say this."
'A gentleman does not take what others like', comfort yourself."
Chen Pingan smiled and said nothing.
The old man obviously still refused to give up. Seeing that Chen Ping'an was not honest at all, he had no choice but to ask shamelessly: "You really don't want to give it to me? If twenty bamboo slips are too many, twelve will do."
Chen Pingan said helplessly: "Old sir, I really can't give it away. These bamboo slips and the contents on the sides are of great significance to me. I want to take them home and treasure them. Each bamboo slip represents the state of mind of one moment and one place.
Every time I take it out to dry it, it’s a time of reflection.”
The old man said angrily: "That means you are a rote reader. You have really absorbed the principles. Why do you need to read the bamboo slips?"
Chen Pingan was amused. Damn it, you, this old gentleman, have truths one after another. In the final analysis, don’t you want to take twenty-four bamboo slips for nothing and put them in your pocket? Chen Pingan discovered it early. Those old gentleman couldn’t put it down the most.
Most of the forty-five bamboo slips were from Qingshen Mountain Green Bamboo and Zizhu Island's Immortal Purple Bamboo. Once Chen Ping'an nodded and agreed, the old man directly took away the aura-filled bamboo slips. If he really liked the content of the words on it, that would be fine.
, but if he were a monk with a little bit of vision and coveted the spiritual bamboos themselves, would Chen Ping'an still have to turn his back and snatch the bamboo slips back?
Seeing that Chen Ping'an was very determined, the old man had no choice but to give up and grumbled endlessly.
Chen Ping'an started to pack the bamboo slips, and saw the old gentleman seeming to have pieces of silver slipping away from his hands, with a look of distress on his face.
Chen Ping'an couldn't bear to see it. There was no need to discuss twenty-four bamboo slips, not even twelve. Otherwise, why don't you give me six bamboo slips? Do you want to express your feelings? Otherwise, the old man spent more than an hour here, and Chen Ping'an was a little bit agitated.
My heart is tired. I think this old gentleman is not much better. Even if he covets those bamboo slips and his heart is not tired, he is already very old. Squatting for half a day and nagging for half a day is still tiring. Besides, the old gentleman is full of stomach.
Knowledge and conversation should be taken seriously and cannot be faked. I am a little obsessed with money. In this regard, I am the same as myself.
The old man had done everything he could, and quickly "kindly" dissuaded Chen Pingan: "Young man, the sun is so bright, don't be in a hurry to put it away, take advantage of the good weather to dry the bamboo slips, the bamboo slips are afraid of being eaten by insects and water... You
If you are worried that if you start again when the sun sets, it will be too late to clean up the matter. I am here, I can help. What you do is sorry for these bamboo slips and so many beautiful words!"
Chen Ping'an was somewhat convinced. He stopped his movements and asked with a smile: "Old sir, can I ask a somewhat offensive question?"
The old man shook his head and asked tentatively: "Then don't ask, right? It's good for us scholars to save face."
Chen Pingan asked: "Does the old gentleman still want to give away a few bamboo slips?"
The old gentleman said resolutely: "Just ask!"
Chen Pingan wiped his face, feeling like he had fallen into a trap.
The old man secretly took out a green bamboo slip lying beside him and murmured: "The accumulation of soil forms a mountain, and the wind and rain stir up the wind and rain. It's so well said... The characters are a bit poorly carved, weak and lifeless, and cannot be read. Why don't I cherish my broom so much as give it away and carve it again..."
Chen Pingan said helplessly: "Old sir, I have good ears and can hear."
The old gentleman looked stunned, "I didn't say anything, how could you hear me? Young man, are you a mountain god? Can you hear my voice?"
Chen Pingan looked at the old gentleman's expression and eyes.
Thieves sincerity.
Chen Ping'an felt a little strange. Could it be that he was just an old Confucian scholar passing by?
But this is not surprising. Confucian academy monks, Xiangshu Jianhu Yexiu and Shanxian Master are indeed few in number in this area.
And being able to do so for more than an hour without revealing any clues is something that even a gentleman from the academy cannot do. Chen Ping'an doesn't think that the saint from Guanhu Academy has such free time to joke with him.
The old gentleman looked regretful and said: "It doesn't matter whether people are warm or cold. I will hate myself if I don't touch the book."
Chen Pingan pretended not to hear.
The old gentleman said angrily: "Young man, where is the aura of your ear before?!"
Chen Pingan thought for a while, then raised his head and glanced at the sky, "Old sir, I admit defeat. You can go pick out the bamboo slips yourself. I have to hurry on my way, but if you remember which slips you picked, you don't have to tell me. I'm afraid I can’t help but regret it.”
The old Confucian asked: "Twenty-four branches?"
Chen Pingan nodded, "It can be less, but not more."
The old Confucian scholar hummed, and Lao Huai said happily: "That's right, young man, you need to be more generous. It's long overdue. Money can't buy time. Look, how much time we've wasted here, no. Which bamboo slips are more valuable?"
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Yes, yes, the old gentleman is right."
Except for the bamboo slip in his hand, the old man began to stand up and went around to select the other bamboo slips he liked, deliberately dilly-dallying.
Chen Pingan suddenly coughed.
The old gentleman pretended to be deaf.
Chen Ping'an could only smile bitterly and said: "Old sir, the bamboo slips in your hand are almost thirty. Since you are a scholar, can you be more trustworthy?"
The old man suddenly understood and put the last bamboo slip into his sleeve. The old man was standing a little far away from Chen Pingan. He said a few polite words and left.
When we arrived at the book boy, the old Confucian scholar quickly urged: "Let's go, let's go quickly!"
An old man and a young man put oil on their soles and ran very fast.
Chen Ping'an was now pretty sure that he had really met an "expert".
Chen Pingan smiled, silently put away all the remaining bamboo slips alone, then led the horse down the mountain top, came to the ancient tea horse road, and continued riding slowly on the horse. He never met the old gentleman again. I believe that now He is hiding somewhere and having fun.
Chen Pingan took a nap on horseback.
Not aware of it.
An old gentleman was holding the horse for him.
The old gentleman smiled and asked: "Chen Ping'an, it is a good thing for a person to build bridges across rivers and pave roads across mountains and rivers in his own mind. Is it possible that future generations can also walk along the bridge and walk through their journey? Difficulties in life?”
Chen Ping'an still didn't know it, but he spoke from the bottom of his heart and said slowly: "Old sir, I am just an accountant who knows how to calculate, not a teacher. I would never dare to think like this."
After that, one question and one answer.
"Have you ever admitted defeat in this heart-searching game?"
"Of course I lost."
"So disappointed?"
"I'm a little disappointed with myself because I didn't do well enough, but I'm just not that disappointed with the world."
"That's it."
After that, there was "small talk" again.
The old gentleman's words were a little off topic, and he went as far as he thought.
"Chen Pingan" on horseback listened.
"Taoist doctrine, especially what the Taoist ancestors said, oh, only when the people's wisdom is not yet enlightened, or when the people's wisdom is greatly enlightened, can the two most extreme ways of the world be implemented, and only then can there be any hope of truly becoming the main line of all knowledge in the world. So Taoism, knowledge
It is high, and the Taoism of the Taoist ancestors must be unreasonably high, but it is a pity that the threshold is too high."
Chen Pingan was speechless.
That's right to say...
Forget it, think of it as the old master's own reasoning. Listen to it, it's not a bad thing. Don't talk back, don't say anything wrong.
Chen Ping'an doesn't want to quarrel with others.
He really didn't have the energy for the time being.
If you have tried the four cheap and good-quality meat buns from Lutong City, you might want to give them a try.
"The backs of the sages travel further and further away. As a descendant, if you just follow them and take a look at them from a distance, how will you, Chen Ping'an, feel?"
"I just feel that if I really have the opportunity to walk with them in the future, even if I just look at the backs of these gentlemen from a distance, I should feel... extremely proud."
"good!"
The old gentleman loosened the reins of his horse, and the young book boy carrying the burden far behind him was covered in glaze, illusive and uncertain.
Chen Ping'an, on horseback, continues to ride slowly in "Dream", traveling further and further along the Ancient Tea-Horse Road.
The old gentleman stopped on the road, his figure still ethereal, like clouds and smoke.
When Chen Ping'an shuddered on his horse, he suddenly realized that it was already late at night. One person and one rider had already walked out of the mountain and came to a river.
During the Dali Dynasty, the 12th year of Yongjia, the spring equinox.
When spring came, the third Great Li cavalry besides Su Gaoshan and Cao Ping entered the battlefield. The Zhu Ying dynasty began to retreat on several fronts. The capital was besieged.
The dust only lasts between day and night.
However, the vassal king Song Changjing did not enter the territory of the Zhu Ying Dynasty. On this day in the spring breeze, the mighty Mohist machine ship passed through the territory of the Zhu Ying Dynasty and continued southward.
Song Changjing stood on the bow of the main deck ship, overlooking the earth from a high position. Scattered sword cultivators continued to appear. Unwilling to survive, they rose up with their swords and faced this huge "fleet" that had never appeared in the history of Aquarius Continent.
Launched an attack, and then fell one by one without any suspense, like the belated sound of spring firecrackers in the alleys, and like the wail of the cranes on the mountain, piercing the sky, allowing everyone on the earth to see this scene and hear the sad sound.
The people of Zhu Ying were in mourning.
Song Changjing still wore the old fox fur. When Xu Ruo, a branch of the Mo family, chose to bet on Da Li, he actually did two things. One was to join forces with the Yin Yang family to build that extremely arrogant imitation.
Bai Yujing, in addition to all the wealth that Da Li annexed from the Lu Dynasty, especially the "money to buy the road" from Li Zhudongtian, in addition to the seizures from major treasury all the way south, were used to build these South Crossing flying boats.
The majestic Dali, it is true that the national power has been at its peak in these years, but in fact it has been unable to make ends meet every year. Even so, it still owes a lot of credit to the Mo family, especially when the main line of the Mo family chose Dali, the money wasted even more, and it was not a small river.
It flows with noisy sound, but is like the flowing water in Dadu. The water is deep and silent, and it may not make any sound at all. The treasury is empty.
For Dali, especially for the Ministry of Hubu, this is a kind of courage and ability. Why does Cui Chan, the national adviser, look at the Minister of Hubu with admiration? Even Song Changjing and the entire military are willing to respect the officials of the Ministry of Hubu.
The root lies in this. Of course, when the various cavalry went to the Ministry of Household Affairs to ask for military pay, no one would show mercy. They cried for father and mother, pretending to be poor and familiar with each one. Song Changjing saw this and didn't think there was any problem.
In the process of quarreling and bumping among the officials of Da Liwu, as well as the younger generation of scholars joining the army, and the children from the border areas entering the officialdom one after another, the boundaries of martial arts in the Song family temple are constantly blurred, which is a good thing.
As for the Ministry of Industry, which had the closest relationship with the Mohist monks from outside the country, they were the unavoidable heroes behind the scenes.
On the contrary, the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Personnel, which originally had the highest status, would be more embarrassed if they were rewarded based on their merits in the future. Therefore, in the case of the new Beiyue Mountain in Dali, as well as the alliance with the Sui Dynasty and the mission to the Sui Dynasty, the officials of the Ministry of Rites spared no effort to show their faces.
There is no other way. The yamen that are now further away from the battlefield will inevitably lose their confidence in the Dali Temple in the next hundred years and will not be able to raise their voices. It is even very likely that they will be cannibalized and infiltrated by the other six yamen.
After all, the Dali Xingbu Yamen has still made great achievements in espionage and winning over monks, and should not be underestimated.
Therefore, the Ministry of Rites has made some small moves now. They are afraid that when everyone is expanding their territory, only they, the most respected yamen in the six departments of Dali in the past, will fall behind and fall into the dust, becoming a clear water yamen with only one person inside.
How can we let go of the old and bring in the new? How can we maintain the noble and powerful position of the first branch of the Great Li Dynasty? How can we have a new year and a new atmosphere every year?
There was only one official who was making a lot of noise, because the old man of the Guan family was in charge, and no matter how noisy his own people were behind closed doors, they still behaved themselves when going out.
Even if the Ministry of Rites loudly insists that the recommendation, inspection, issuance, recording, and evaluation must all be included in the Ministry of Rites, allowing the Ministry of Punishment, which was originally responsible for about half of the responsibilities, to completely delegate power, Mr. Guan is just making a fool of himself.
, did not express his position, dragged on, and in the end even resorted to such clumsy means as asking for leave due to illness. Damn you, this old man who only eats and drinks. Many young and strong officials in the Ministry of Rites have stronger bones and can do it.
Can't afford to get sick after catching wind and cold? The older the old fox is, the thicker his skin becomes. The old man is a generation younger than the Minister of Rites, and even half of the disciples of Mr. Guan are said to be so angry that he complained to the palace guard.
, saying that the old man is too dependent on his old age.
The officialdom of Dali was lively and busy, and many yamen actually made a lot of jokes.
In the first month of this year, Yichi Alley and Chier Street in Beijing are visited by people visiting each other to pay New Year greetings and move around frequently.
Song Changjing didn't care much about these official affairs of "Spring River Water Warmth". Under the general trend, it was human nature. As long as he didn't go too far and didn't cross the line too much, he wouldn't care about it. In fact, he didn't need a battlefield warrior to do it.
Worry about these messy things.
Because Song Changjing had to admit that the great Li cavalry could go south smoothly and steadily, and the embroidered tiger played a huge role.
Another faint rainbow light exploded on the ground. A young swordsman was hiding among the mountains. He seemed to have his sights set on Song Changjing, the "high official"-looking Da Li Barbarian. The sword light was like a white line, arcing towards him.
Stabbing the long mirror of the Song Dynasty, the flying sword was full of anger and grief.
Song Changjing waved his hand, indicating that the monks who had joined the army and were among the Earth Immortals did not need to stop him. Would a six-level sword cultivator's weak flying sword scratch the itch of a tenth-level pure martial artist?
Song Changjing casually punched the flying sword back to the ground, and it just fell into the ground next to the young sword cultivator. The pale sword cultivator was on the verge of falling, but he still tried his best to stand still and looked at the man whose strength was beyond imagination.
man on the bow of the boat.
The flying boat flew across the sky. The young swordsman no longer had the strength to draw a sword and fell to the ground.
Afterwards, the Mohist flying boat, like a swarm of locusts, deliberately flew over the top of Nanyue Mountain in the Zhu Ying Dynasty.
Qianbai Sword Cultivators, who had certain death in mind, faced the enemy together with the respected Nanyue God.
There were more than ten sword boats behind the ferry, and flying swords fell to the ground like rain.
Heaven and earth, two sets of flying swords met like a curtain of rain. The Sword Boat Flying Sword built by the Mohist family at the cost of countless gods' money, and the natal flying sword of the sword cultivator were both burned together.
Occasionally, the natal flying sword became a fish in the trap, and was attracted by Da Li native people and the Nascent Soul and Earth Immortal monks. They successively sacrificed their magic weapons and defeated them one by one. The sky in Nanyue showed a dazzling colorful glaze color, and it was astonishing.
Like the legendary paradise of heaven.
The golden body of the mountain god, holding a giant sword made from the unique secret skills of the royal family, struck at the ferry where Song Changjing was. As a result, Song Changjing shattered it with one punch, and then punched the golden body of Nanyue Zhengshen.
Shattered, Song Changjing finally stood on the roof of Nanyue Temple. Nanyue Zhengshen, who had temporarily lost his golden body, was about to use the accumulation of thousands of years of incense to rebuild his golden body and fight this man again.
Song Changjing said: "It's almost enough. Da Li has no intention of killing you all. All the sword cultivators under the Earth Immortal will come down the mountain and let bygones be bygones. Those Earth Immortal cultivators who are willing to surrender can follow me southward. If you are not willing to surrender,
If you stay in Nanyue Mountain honestly, I can guarantee that even if some people settle accounts after the fall, they will not kill indiscriminately. Everyone will have the opportunity to spend money to eliminate disasters, and will ensure that you earthly immortal sword cultivators have the foundation of their lives. As for external possessions,
It will probably be used as military expenses for the Great Li."
The top of Nanyue Mountain is silent.
Song Changjing swept away and collapsed most of the main hall of Nanyue. He punched an Earth Immortal Sword Cultivator who was trying to unite the other Great Sword Cultivators and resist the Da Li barbarians to death, along with his body and golden elixir. Only the Yin Shen remained.
and the natal soul of attenuated weather.
If a monk looks up from the foot of the mountain, he can see an immortal mansion near the top of the towering Nanyue, reduced to ruins, with dust rising like a large yellow cloud surrounding the top of the mountain.
Song Changjing returned to the temple on the top of the mountain, nodded towards the Nanyue Zhengshen standing in the square, and signaled the Nanyue Temple's interest. Song Changjing understood it.
Song Changjing stood up from the ground and returned to the ferry.
The god of the Zhu Ying Dynasty had complicated eyes, and finally bowed to the unrivaled King of the Li clan. Many young swordsmen, until this moment, were shocked to realize that the mountain formation had not been activated from the beginning to the end.
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Since the god himself was afraid of death, afraid that the avenue would be cut off, and he was also afraid that under the stubborn resistance, the entire Nanyue Mountains and more than a thousand sword cultivators died tragically. The reason for the ambush was naturally that the sword cultivators from all sides went to death generously and did not hesitate to sacrifice their country with their swords. They also had many intentions.
A selfish plan. For example, the reason why he, the righteous god of Nanyue, agreed to Jianxiu's mountain climbing was because he hoped to give an explanation to both the old owner and the new owner, so that he would not lose his title of Nanyue in this land of subjugation in the future.
However, he has been reviled countless times and his popularity has faded. Instead, because of today's battle, he can win some public praise for himself, and can also save Da Li some troubles. He can try his best to eliminate the Five Mountains Zhengshen and at least keep the throne of Da Litou and other mountain gods in the future.
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In the time of great chaos in Aquarius Continent, Zhu Ying was obviously in trouble and had to find a way out for himself.
Song Changjing returned to the bow of the ship and put his hand on the railing where the spiritual energy was slowly flowing. The name of the Great Li year will be changed soon.
Shujian Lake, Fan's Mansion in Chishui City.
A visitor came to visit and handed over a yellow name card, saying that he wanted to see General Guan Yiran.
The concierge did not dare to neglect.
There are now four great Li people garrisoned in the city, with equal rank and authority. One of them, Guan Yiran of Chishuicheng, gradually improved his status in the past year and became vaguely the leading figure. The other three often need to come to Chishuicheng to discuss matters.
And Guan Yiran never had to leave Chishui City. The few traces are enough to explain everything.
Even the saying that Guan Yiran was actually Su Gaoshan's son-in-law, who had a nose and eyes, was spread.
In addition, the concierge always felt that the young man who was the visitor looked familiar, but he was wearing a gray cotton robe and had a thin face, but he could not recognize him.
Soon the concierge led the three of them to see General Guan, whose official office was at Fan's house.
The three guests all carried a large bamboo box on their backs.
Guan Yiran, who had taken off the armor of the monk who accompanied the army, stood under the eaves outside a row of simple official houses, feeling a little surprised.
I waited for a long time for a drink, but it didn't come. Instead, a guy I didn't like very much came, Gu Can.
Regarding what Gu Can did in Shujian Lake, Guan Yiran was naturally not happy. This was due to his personal temperament and the subtle influence of the Guan family. In this world, there is officialdom everywhere, and Gu Can, a stupid person who enjoys breaking the rules,
Qing, being able to survive to this day in a chaotic situation has to be said to be a miracle. But since he is that person's friend, Guan Yiran will not close up. A friend of a friend may not be a friend, but for this little face,
Guan Yiran still wants to give it.
Now in Shujian Lake, where the main force of the Great Li Cavalry has evacuated, the young Guan Yiran is actually a true king of the world, holding the power of life and death of tens of thousands of wild cultivators, even Liu Zhimao of Qingxia Island.
More worthy of its name.
Gu Can, who looked calm, Zeng Ye, who was trembling with fear, and Ma Duyi, who was also worried, visited Guan Yiran together.
The two parties walked forward almost at the same time and stood in the courtyard. Guan Yiran smiled and said: "You are Gu Can, what's the matter?"
Gu Can smiled and took out a pot of wine, old dragon city's osmanthus brew, handed it to Guan Yiran, and said with a smile: "Chen Ping'an asked me to bring a pot of wine to General Guan, saying that he owed it to the general."
Guan Yiran did not refuse, took the pot of wine, and just laughed angrily: "The wine has arrived, but no one has arrived, what's going on?"
Guan Yiran then laughed at himself: "The party has arrived but the wine has not arrived. It seems better?"
Guan Yiran laughed to herself.
Zeng Ye and Ma Duyi were relieved. It seemed that this young and promising general Da Li had a really good relationship with Mr. Chen.
Guan Yiran suddenly asked: "Gu Can, do you know why Chen Ping'an asked you to deliver wine?"
Gu Can nodded and said: "I know, I want to become a familiar face with General Guan. Even if I can't take care of him, as long as General Guan's men drink, then I can still have less trouble when I return to Qingxia Island."
Guan Yiran smiled and said: "You are not stupid either. Why were you so arrogant and domineering in the past, thinking about your head but not your buttocks?"
Gu Can said calmly: "I used to be ignorant and always thought everyone was a fool, but now I don't dare."
Guan Yiran nodded and said: "Okay, let's do this. From now on, you can come to me to accommodate small matters. If it's a big matter, don't come to this official office to make yourself miserable. My impression of you is really mediocre."
Gu Can nodded, clasped his fists and said, "Gu Can would like to thank General Guan here in advance. I really need to trouble the general with a small matter. I dare not mention anything else. Now that I am in debt, I have too much to spend, but I will still bring a bottle of wine.
"
Guan Yiran glanced at Gu Can, said nothing, and nodded, "I'm busy with official business, so I won't entertain you anymore."
Gu Can then said goodbye and left.
Zeng Ye and Ma Duyi turned around and walked out of the Fan family mansion.
Walking on Chishuicheng Street, Ma Duyi complained a little, "You are not very old, but you have a lot of official airs."
Gu Can didn't take it seriously and shook his head and said: "Being able to meet us shows that the airs are not big enough. The two major events at the end of this year and next year will inevitably have to deal with General Guan. Miss Ma, if you are not willing to come then,
At the government office here, you can go to Yuanwei Street with Zeng Ye."
Ma Duyi did not refuse, but was a little frightened, "There is too much official atmosphere here, especially the two big Li door gods posted on the gate of Fan's house. They have evil eyes. I don't want to suffer here."
Zeng Ye nodded vigorously, "I also feel that the look in my eyes is not very friendly. I can't help it. I am a ghost cultivator. I was surprised that they didn't stop me from letting me in."
Gu Can took them to rent a ferry that now belongs to the Dali official. Whether they are monks or dignitaries enjoying the scenery, they must submit customs certificates and household registration at the ferry and pass the inspection before they can enter or leave Shujian Lake. This is new
Rules. However, if you have a Tai Ping Wu Shi card issued by Dali, no matter it is high-grade or low-grade, there is no need to do this. The ferry can also take the initiative to provide lake-wide ferries free of charge. However, such a huge lake with slips, no place with this honor.
There are only a handful of immortal monks, Sulin Shimada Lake Lord, Qingxia Island's first-class enshrined Yu Hui, Orioles Island's Earth Immortal couple, have not received this treatment so far. It can be seen that even a Taiping Wushi card of the lowest rank will not be treated as such.
How valuable it is.
Recently, two pieces of news spread throughout Shujian Lake and shocked everyone.
One was that he had little to do with Shu Jian Hu Yexiu, but the matter was too big and Emperor Da Li died of illness.
Another one is closely related to tens of thousands of wild cultivators and more than a thousand islands. When this shocking truth came to light, Shujian Lake woke up. Why was the situation in Shujian Lake two years ago so confusing?
It turns out that the largest Xianjia sect in Tongye Continent, Yugui Sect, chose Shujian Lake as the location of the next sect in Aquarius Continent.
Therefore, since the beginning of spring this year, all news about Jade Guizong has been like a cloud of goose feathers and heavy snowflakes flying around.
But for Gu Can, these major events have nothing to do with him.
Chen Ping'an entrusted Gu Can with the establishment of the Luotian Dajiao and the water and land monastery.
In addition to transferring all the ledgers to Gu Can, the rules and regulations regarding the two major events were so detailed that Chen Pingan wrote tens of thousands of words and handed them over to Gu Can.
For this reason, Ma Duyi even ridiculed Mr. Chen that he was no longer a Taoist monk.
Chen Pingan and Gu Can discussed the required money and agreed to split it in half.
That's not a small amount of money. The little belongings that Gu Can's mother moved from the Spring Court Mansion is far from enough.
Gu Can didn't show up either, saying that he would first pay Chen Ping'an on credit.
Before Chen Ping'an left, he sat down with Gu Can to settle the accounts. Gu Can would need at least two years to complete the Luotian Dajiao and the Water and Land Dojo, plus Chen Ping'an's previous experience in the Shihao Kingdom, Plum Glaze Kingdom,
Gu Can can only repay half of the debt. After that, Gu Can still needs to continue traveling around and strive to build a mountain island in Shujian Lake suitable for ghosts and ghosts to practice if there is an opportunity in the future.
The three of them took the ferry slowly to Qingxia Island.
Gu Can stood at the bow of the boat with a bamboo box on his back. The young man who had worked hard to pay off his debts had been carrying the Hell Palace of Hell for more than a year.
Being able to turn into ghosts and spirits after death may seem like a blessing, but in fact it is a kind of suffering.
Whether ordinary people or cultivators, they must have had deep obsessions during their lifetime and could not let go of the human world. However, life and death are matters of heaven. Heaven and earth have their own rules and punishments fall on them. Time goes by, the twenty-four solar terms, and the spring thunder shakes.
, the yang energy of midsummer, all kinds of invisible winds circulating in the heaven and earth, which have no harm to ordinary people, but are tormenting to ghosts and ghosts. There are also the morning bells and evening drums of ancient temples and Taoist temples, the incense of Wuliang Temple and Chenghuang Pavilion, the door gods posted in the market, and the battlefield.
The momentum of a warrior and an iron horse, etc., will cause varying degrees of damage to ordinary ghosts and ghosts.
Not to mention the Immortal Master of the Genealogy who slays demons and accumulates merits, and the wild cultivators of Shanze, especially the evil cultivators of ghosts, are fond of capturing Yin spirits, stripping souls, reshaping them, and using poisonous techniques in endlessly, or
The art of cultivating gu, or the secret method, and all kinds of disasters, life is really worse than death, and death is worse than life.
Of course, Gu Can knew some of these things before Chen Ping'an came to Shujian Lake, but he didn't take them seriously and never bothered to delve into them.
That will no longer be the case.
Halfway through the waterway, a Qingxia Island boat came quickly.
Tian Hujun floated on the small ferry where Gu Can was.
Both Ma Duyi and Zeng Ye thought that Gu Can would not board the large building boat, but Gu Can did not refuse Tian Hujun's invitation, clasped fists with the small ferry boat in thanks, and boarded the large building boat.
Tian Hujun smiled and said to Yan Yan.
Gu Can smiled and talked to him.
There seems to be no grudge, it is still the senior sister and junior brother when Qingxia Island was the most beautiful.
Mr. Tian Hu joked that our Mr. Chen owes a lot of money. The secret warehouse on Qingxia Island is complaining endlessly. He is imprisoned in the Palace of Hell. There are also two pieces of the imitation Liuli Pavilion that helped Mr. Chen pay Yu Hui's IOU.
The magic weapon used by ghosts to cultivate is not a small amount.
Gu Can smiled and said that such a big matter can be decided by the master when he returns to Qingxia Island.
Tian Hujun suddenly looked embarrassed.
Today in Shujian Lake, almost no wild cultivator believes that Liu Zhimao can still leave the Gongliu Island Water Prison alive.
As long as he could leave, Liu Zhimao would have returned to Qingxia Island long ago. Why delay it until now? Now that Su Gaoshan has left, all he has to do is wait for the new head of the Yugui Sect to show up. Everyone believes that by that time, Liu Zhimao will die.
Gu Can, who had not worn the dark green python robe for a long time, put his hands in his sleeves, turned to look at Tian Hujun, who had a gloomy expression, and said softly: "Senior sister, in order to reach the top of the road, it is not a fault to do something against your will.
But there are still one or two bottom lines. I became a monk halfway and became Liu Zhimao's closed disciple. His twists and turns, intrigues, and mutual use can be seen by everyone in Shujian Lake. Therefore, the relationship between master and disciple is not my Gu Can's.
Bottom line, but Senior Sister, you are the proud disciple brought up by Liu Zhimao. Since then, Qingxia Island has never treated you too badly in various opportunities. If you have done something inappropriate, just imagine, in the Dali Files, in Guan Yiran's mind
, in the eyes of Shu Jianhu Yexiu, and the future monks of the lower sect of Yugui Sect, their views on you will not be much better. Since you are already an Earth Immortal monk, I wonder if I can see further.
?After all, today’s Shujian Lake has a lot of rules. Our previous practices no longer apply to today’s Shujian Lake.”
Tian Hujun asked softly: "Mr. Chen asked you to inform me?"
Gu Can shook his head and said: "It has nothing to do with Chen Ping'an. What you do, he only sees me more truly and thoroughly. Naturally, he won't tell you this. But over the years, I still have some affection with the senior sister."
Yes, so these are my sincere words. Whether you listen or not is your own business. If you are poor, don’t share the wine table with others, and don’t persuade others if they are disrespectful. I understand the truth, but I feel that even if you are annoying, you still have to talk to others.
Senior sister, tell me."
Tian Hujun sighed, "There is no turning back."
Gu Can smiled, it was just the same Gu Can from before.
It's a pity that senior sister Tian Hujun didn't meet her Chen Ping'an.
As soon as Gu Can thought of this, he began to look into the distance and felt that the sky was huge and that even though the future was bleak, there was no need to be too afraid.
Gu Can withdrew his gaze and said, "Senior sister, don't worry. You fellow senior sisters and brothers, as well as the vassal worshipers, can fight for the remaining territory and heritage of Qingxia Island, but I can't fight for it."
I don't want to fight for anything. With my little ability, I can't get any advantage from fighting with you. It's better to be a good boy and quit voluntarily. Maybe I can still ask for a drink with you in the future. Furthermore,
I can’t stay on Qingxia Island for more than a few days throughout the year. Instead of being wary of me, senior sister, it’s better to explore all possible ways.”
Tian Hujun revealed his thoughts to Gu Can, and his face became more and more unnatural. However, with Gu Can's words that he was willing to have a "heart-to-heart" relationship with her, the senior sister, it was better than her being suspicious and speculating.
It's not that Mr. Tian Hu believed all Gu Can's "heartfelt words", but that Gu Can now needs to go to the Fan family in Chishui City to find the amulet before entering Shujian Lake. After boarding the ship, he must say "Liu Zhimao has it".
It is possible to leave Gongliu Island safely." This kind of wording that no one believed was used to gain a way out for himself, which made Tian Hujun feel a little more at ease. Gu Can lost the loach and did not have Chen Pingan by his side. It was really not helpful.
!
When the boat docked at Qingxia Island, Gu Can didn't say he was going to Chun Ting Mansion, but said he could live in the house at Shanmenkou and be neighbors with his friend Zeng Ye.
As a result, Ma Duyi took Chen Ping'an's room to himself and drove Gu Can to Zeng Ye's place.
Gu Can doesn't care.
After getting along day and night, Gu Can didn't dislike the sharp-tongued Ma Duyi. After being together for a long time, she actually felt good about him.
Chen Ping'an may have felt that all his life's teachings were finished in Shujian Lake.
Gu Can, on the other hand, felt that in his entire life, he had listened to all the flattering words of others during those years at Shu Jian Lake.
After that, Gu Can went to see the ruins of Hengbo Mansion and stopped for a while outside Chun Ting Mansion.
It was a bright spring day, and Gu Can and Zeng Ye Ma Duyi were sitting side by side on a small bamboo chair to bask in the sun.
A tall woman in palace clothes disembarked from the boat and came slowly.
Zhuchai Island Liu Chongrun.
Gu Can only knew that Chen Pingan felt a little guilty towards the island owner and said that he owed her some fairy money, so he returned to Shujian Lake this time. Even if Liu Chongrun did not come to Qingxia Island, Gu Can would also go to Zhuchai Island to talk to Liu Chongrun.
These things should be done to prevent the charming Island Master Liu from mistakenly thinking that Chen Pingan ran away due to debt. Liu Chongrun today is incredible. The strangest thing is that even though Liu Chongrun showed the true cultivation of the Golden Pill Earth Immortal,
However, being able to fight his way out and get an entry-level Dali Taiping Wanshi card under the jealousy of all the big island owners still aroused many speculations, such as whether Su Gaoshan was attracted by Liu Chongrun's beauty?
Or is it Guan Yiran, a young man with a high position and a beautiful wife? After all, Liu Chongrun was the eldest princess who haunted the soul of Zhu Ying's royal sword fairy.
Of course Gu Can knew well that there were no such messy and beautiful things, because Chen Ping'an had leaked some secrets. As a subjugated princess of a great dynasty, Liu Chongrun used a secret treasure in the water palace that had not been excavated by the Zhu Ying dynasty.
In exchange for the protection of the Wuji Plate, not only was he able to save all the property on Zhuchai Island, but he also rose to the top of the world and became one of the monks enshrined in Dali.
As for whether Chen Ping'an had any matchmaking here, he didn't say.
Liu Chongrun saw Gu Can who stood up to greet him and asked with a smile: "When will Mr. Chen return to Shujian Lake?"
Gu Can shook his head and said, "I don't know yet, but it's unlikely in the near future."
Liu Chongrun looked as usual, nodded, and actually wanted to leave like this.
Gu Can stood up and chatted with Island Master Liu about what Chen Ping'an had told her.
Liu Chongrun was noncommittal and had no idea, so he left like this.
Gu Can returned to the small bamboo chair.
As a result, a ghost cultivator from Zhu Xian Mansion appeared on the other side of the ferry.
Liu Chongrun hesitated for a moment, then stopped and sighed, "Ma Yuanzhi, is it interesting to have been entangled for so many years? If you have this intention, why don't you practice hard and strive to become an earthly immortal as soon as possible?"
The ghost cultivator who deliberately changed into a simple and elegant green shirt grinned and said: "Your Highness, the eldest princess, you still want to make this trip even though you know that Chen Ping'an is not on Qingxia Island. I know it well."
Liu Chongrun was a little annoyed, "Get out of here."
Ma Yuanzhi did not dare to block the road, so he obediently gave way and allowed Liu Chongrun to go straight to the Zhuchai Island ferry.
I couldn't control my dog eyes and took a few sneaky glances at the back of Her Royal Highness the Princess. She was really good at giving birth.
Liu Chongrun stopped and turned around.
Ma Yuanzhi said sternly: "Are you looking for death?!"
Ma Yuanzhi swallowed and said aggrievedly: "Aren't you worried about whether Her Royal Highness, the eldest princess, has become haggard and thin after this incident? I feel relieved now."
Ma Yuanzhi took this opportunity and glanced at her breasts again. The undulating peaks were so beautiful.
Liu Chongrun said angrily: "A dog can't change its habit of eating shit!"
Ma Yuanzhi said resentfully: "I don't allow Her Royal Highness the Eldest Princess to abuse me like this. Even if Your Highness tramples on me, I won't complain. But I won't agree to Your Highness talking about myself like this. In my heart, Her Royal Highness the Eldest Princess will always be there."
She is the most charming and flawless woman in the world..."
Only then did Liu Chongrun realize his gaffe. In anger, he flicked out his sleeve and slapped the ghost cultivator out of the ferry.
After Ma Yuanzhi stabilized his body and mind, he had mixed feelings, tears filled his eyes, and wiped his face. He felt that after so many years of suffering and suffering, he had finally made some compensation. He murmured: "Your Highness, the eldest princess, woman
I'm thin-skinned, and I'm embarrassed to say those sweet words directly about me, but it doesn't matter. I still understand whether a beating is a kiss or a scolding, or love."
After Liu Chongrun passed the news, he used his magic to control the ferry and left quickly.
I'm really annoyed by that stupid meal-bearer.
Ma Yuanzhi nodded, with a bright smile, and his eyebrows became more and more sinister, "Your Highness, the eldest princess, is so shy, but it is a rare thing that has not happened in a hundred years. It seems that she is really planning to open her heart to me. There is a chance, there is definitely a chance! Chen Pingan, wait.
Let's drink at the wedding bar! What a good brother! If you hadn't told me that when dealing with women, you should think more about the implications of their words, how could I have thought of the good intentions of Her Royal Highness the Princess? You want me to enter the golden elixir land as soon as possible
Fairy, aren't you implying that I, a great man, shouldn't lag too far behind her? Aren't you worried that I already have a grudge against His Highness? If His Highness didn't have endless affection for me, why would he bother to speak so much? Chen Ping'an
, Mr. Chen, Brother Chen! You are really my great benefactor!"
After the ghost cultivator left happily.
Zeng Ye was a little unsure about the relationship between the ghost cultivator and the owner of Zhuchai Island, and asked in a low voice: "Has this senior ghost cultivator misunderstood something?"
Ma Duyi chewed melon seeds and said decisively: "If I were the owner of Island Liu, I would just slap him to death, so I wouldn't have to look at him face to face and wipe out those dog eyes."
Gu Can smiled and asked: "Do you think Island Master Liu will like Chen Pingan?"
Zeng Ye thought for a while, shook his head and said: "It's unlikely. She is so many years older than our Mr. Chen, and we don't often interact with him. After all, Island Master Liu is a golden elixir monk with a firm Taoist heart. Even if Mr. Chen is very
Well, I don’t think it’s the same at all.”
Ma Duyi sneered and said: "It's not strange that Liu Chongrun likes Mr. Chen, but Mr. Chen doesn't like an old woman."
Gu Can, who was sitting on a small bamboo chair, laughed.
Ma Duyi threw a handful of melon seeds at him. Gu Can dodged and hit Zeng Ye on the head. Not only that, Zeng Ye had to bend down to pick it up. After all, he had been following Mr. Chen for so long.
All are difficult.
Miyagi Island.
Water prison.
A prisoner dressed in plain white linen was sitting cross-legged in a rather spacious prison, looking calm.
Outside the prison, stood an old monk from the Fifth Realm from Tongye Continent. He was the original Tongye Sect ancestor who followed the two sect masters of Taiping Mountain and Fuji Sect to go to sea to kill the big monster. But now
He had already switched to the Yu Gui Sect, and also took away a treasure from the Yu Gui Sect's ancestral hall, which almost caused a war between the Tongye Sect and the Yu Gui Sect. Fortunately, Xun Yuan, the old leader of the Yu Gui Sect, came to visit in person.
, sat down and had a good talk with the leader of the Tongye Sect, the Eleventh Realm Sword Immortal. After the talk, the Tongye Sect did not continue to pursue the case. Presumably the Yugui Sect gave him compensation.
The old monk's name is Zhou Fenglu, and he is the person who is in charge of selecting the site for the next sect of Yu Gui Sect. As for whether he is pitiful for the vanguard, the key depends on the final candidate for the sect leader, whether he is a hard-working and meritorious person, or the one who already holds the cloud cave.
Jiang Shangzhen, the bastard of Blessed Land.
The reason why Zhou Fenglu did not directly kill Liu Zhimao was because he wanted to gain more credit so that the small group of high-ranking old guys from Yu Guizong who secretly supported his position could more persuade those who were leaning towards Jiang Shangzhen’s Ancestor Hall.
Stubborn, of course the Jade Guizong is not monolithic. Many elders have been dissatisfied with the junior Jiang Shangzhen who has been so popular for thousands of years.
This is Zhou Fenglu's opportunity.
Once he becomes the first sect leader of the next sect, he will be the first-class feudal official of Yu Gui Sect. He can directly occupy a place in the ancestor hall of Yu Gui Sect's main mountain, and the seats will be very forward, maybe sitting next to Jiang Shangzhen.
, I believe that many old guys in Jade Guizong who don’t want Jiang Shangzhen’s family to dominate will be happy to see this happen, which can not only severely suppress Jiang’s arrogance, but also disgust Jiang Shangzhen.
Zhou Fenglu looked displeased and said, "Liu Zhimao, this is the third time I've come to see you. It only takes three seconds, do you understand?"
Liu Zhimao looked at him sideways and said, "We wild cultivators, who you Genealogy Immortal Masters look down upon, are used to wild dogs digging for food, so we cannot be domestic dogs."
Zhou Fenglu sneered and said: "Take the initiative to contact Tan Yuanyi and seek refuge with the Song family in Dali. Isn't it the same as being a watchdog?"
Liu Zhimao chuckled and said: "Working for Da Li is just like being free-range. It is better than keeping countless people in captivity. Besides, what I can't stand the most in my life is your arrogant Genealogy Master."
Zhou Fenglu's face was gloomy, "Liu Zhimao, do you really think I don't dare to kill you? A Nascent Soul Earth Immortal is a big deal in your Aquarius Continent, but in our Tongye Continent, it's nothing. Five Realms
The death of monks is not uncommon. Every hundred years, a few Nascent Souls die, and even Tongyezhou feels embarrassed to say hello to the great monks from other continents. Can you, Aquarius Island, do it?"
Liu Zhimao laughed loudly, "Are you trying to scare me?"
Zhou Fenglu shook his head, "I'm really not trying to scare you. A person's patience is limited."
Liu Zhimao twitched his lips and said, "Don't you know that we wild dogs have been frightened again and again throughout our lives? If we are frightened too much, we will either be scared out of our wits or, like me, ghosts will knock on the door in the middle of the night.
, I have to ask, are you here to do business with me? Why, you are already the sect leader of the Yugui Sect, can you decide my life or death with one word? To say the least, even if I become the sect leader for you, wouldn’t it?
We should think more carefully about how to make the best use of a Nascent Soul wild cultivator? What if one day I suddenly enlighten and agree to be your offering? Wouldn't you be in a big loss? You are detaining me, and a formation can,
How many fairy coins did you spend? You don’t even understand this account? How can you be the leader of the sect?"
Liu Zhimao's body's acupuncture points were entangled and restrained by water veins, especially the key acupoints that warmed and nourished the life objects, and were blocked by the water veins of Gongliu Island. He yawned, "I really think you guys, outsiders, can do this."
Are you doing whatever you want in Aquarius Continent? With your little patience, I feel that your position as the leader of the clan is not stable, and I, the monarch of the Shu Jian Lake, are still miserable. My chair is not yet warm, so I have to get up quickly and give up my seat obediently.
.The fat does not flow into outsiders' fields. I really don't believe it. Jade Guizong is willing to hand over such a huge piece of fat to an outsider."
Liu Zhimao actually began to teach the old monk in front of him an astonishing battle prowess and a valuable treasure in his hand, "I'm not saying that you are Immortal Masters of Genealogy. You guys, just saying that you have a tough mind may not be like us wild cultivators. No.
Do you rely on those Taoist teachings and sect inheritance to have an unimpeded path? Leave those Taoist methods to us, and we will all start as earth immortals. Both parties spend the same time, and the wild cultivators guarantee that they will beat the crap out of you.
Come on. Don’t believe me? Then give it a try? Anyway, you have betrayed Tongye Sect. The shabby rules of the Ancestral Master Hall are nothing. Why not teach me Tongye Sect’s immortal method that can directly reach the five realms? But you
Do you dare?"
Liu Zhimao in a cage laughs unbridled.
Talking and laughing.
They are all heroic, but of course there are also some rogues.
Zhou Fenglu shook his head and said, "Liu Zhimao, I hope that next time we meet, when you become the head of the next sect, you can still speak so forcefully."
Liu Zhimao hurriedly said: "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious. Even if you become the head of the next sect, we can still chat. We are wild cultivators in the mountains and rivers, and our character is nothing. We like to adapt to the wind."
Zhou Fenglu remained silent and left the water prison.
This Shu Jianhu Nascent Soul Wild Cultivator really wanted nothing to do with dog meat, and could not be killed or eaten. Zhou Fenglu made up his mind that as long as he became the leader of the lower sect, he would kill Liu Zhimao that day and not talk nonsense with this wild cultivator.
After Zhou Fenglu returned to his residence.
The real owner of Gongliu Island, Liu Laocheng, walked into the bottom floor of the water prison. The monks from the Yugui Sect pretended not to see him along the way, neither saying hello nor trying to stop him.
Shujian Lake has three basic water veins with strong water transport. The remaining water veins are numerous but slender, fragmented and messy, and have been divided up by the forces of the remaining thousands of islands.
One of them is exclusively owned by Gongyanagi Island, the water prison formation, which is used as the basis.
This is also the key to being able to easily suppress Liu Zhimao.
Qingxia Island also stole most of the water veins. Hengbo Mansion was the formation's eye, but it was a pity that it was destroyed and the water transport was dispersed. In vain, it benefited the group of earthly immortal monks from the vassal islands, such as Tian Hujun and Yu Hui.
The three large islands of Qingzhong, Tianmu and Lisu all share the last water vein of Shujian Lake.
After Liu Laocheng arrived at the bottom of the water prison, he immediately isolated a small world.
Liu Zhimao raised his head and frowned.
He was not very afraid of Zhou Fenglu, but he was still very afraid of Liu Laocheng, a senior from Shujian Lake.
Because Ye Xiu is always the most familiar with Ye Xiu.
Immortal Master Genealogy was at a loss for a while.
Liu Laocheng took out a scroll, shook it slightly, and spread it out. From the scroll, a smiling man walked out.
He walked to the prison, put his hands behind his back, bent down and looked at Liu Zhimao with squinted eyes, and asked: "I heard that you and Chen Ping'an are both enemies and friends, and I won't talk about him, but I heard Liu Laocheng say,
Do you both agree that the other person is your half-confidant?"
This time it was Liu Zhimao's turn to be confused and did not answer the question, "Are you...Jade Guizong Jiang Shangzhen?"
The man smiled and said: "You answer my question first, and then I'll see if I want to answer your question. First come, first served. We still have to talk about the rules."
Liu Zhimao glanced at Liu Laocheng. On Zhou Fenglu's side, Liu Zhimao roughly knew Zhou Fenglu's bottom line after two previous "discussions", so he could delay again and again, but facing this person who was most likely Jiang Shangzhen's Yu Guizong
My family member, Liu Zhimao, felt a little heavy for a while and did not dare to speak carelessly. After thinking about it, he nodded and said: "Chen Ping'an and I will never be friends in our lives, no matter if I reach the fifth realm or if he has the ability to fight with me in the future.
Maybe there will be another fight. But for now, Chen Ping'an and I are half-confidants, and we can be considered half-confidences. We have had a few drinks together."
The man clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "Based on this, Xiao Liu, plus Lao Liu behind me, the three of us are friends of a grasshopper from now on!"
Liu Zhimao looked at Liu Laocheng again. The latter's expression and state of mind were both unchanged, and he did not give Liu Zhimao the slightest reminder.
The man smiled and said: "You guessed it right, I am that Jiang Shangzhen, the belated leader of the lower sect of the Yugui Sect."
The man suddenly wiped his face, as miserable as the woman said: "I feel bitter, that stinky and shameless thing Zhou Fenglu almost ruined my good deeds. If Li Furui hadn't been smart enough, I would have tried my best right now.
Even if I want to die, I will beat that Zhou Fenglu to death, and then I will hold the old thief’s head and bow down to apologize! When I think of this, I want to run and kowtow to Li Furui a few times.
It doesn’t matter if I make her my godmother.”
Jiang Shangzhen gently beat his heart, with a sad look on his face, and cursed loudly: "I, Jiang Shangzhen, did not come to Shujian Lake to wipe my butt. The top priority is to reminisce with Chen Pingan. Now, I am talking nonsense.
Zhou Fenglu, an old man who failed to achieve anything but failed, would not regret his death. Didn't I set up a few banquets at Tongye Sect, but now we are all my own, and you still cheat me like this, with sinister intentions, damn it, damn it
…”
Liu Zhimao was stunned.
Liu Laocheng's eyelids also trembled slightly. He had obviously learned from Jiang Shangzhen, and it was slightly better than Liu Zhimao who was struck by lightning.
Jiang Shangzhen suddenly restrained his words and smile, remained silent for a moment, and asked softly: "Liu Zhimao, let me ask you on behalf of Zhou Fenglu, are you willing to be a worshiper of the lower sect of Yu Guizong?"
Liu Zhimao hesitated.
In an instant, Liu Laocheng nodded slightly to him.
Liu Zhimao took a deep breath and nodded gently, "Okay."
Then he found a green willow leaf hovering just between his eyebrows.
Jiang Shangzhen snapped his fingers and said with a playful smile: "He who knows the current affairs is a hero, Liu Zhimao. From now on, you will be the third seat enshrined in my sect, Liu Laocheng, Zhou Fenglu, Liu Zhimao. But I hope you
After reaching the fifth realm, you can help me kill that Zhou Fenglu, no matter what method it is. I can promise you now that the next sect can lend you the mountain-holding treasure of the Jade Gui Sect that Zhou Fenglu holds in his hand for a hundred years, as long as you get the credit from now on.
It’s enough, it’s not difficult to borrow another hundred years. But if you fail to kill someone but are killed instead, no wonder I don’t help you collect the body.”
Liu Zhimao asked: "What about entering the fifth realm?"
Jiang Shangzhen stretched out a thumb and pointed at himself, "What do I have? It's just money. When you get to know me, you will definitely feel sorry for me. It's really annoying to be too rich."
Jiang Shangzhen lamented, "Not to mention your extremely poor wild cultivators from Aquarius Continent, our Genealogy Immortal Master from the fifth realm of Tongye Continent, they don't know the troubles of being rich like me, it's very annoying."
Liu Zhimao looked at Liu Laocheng again. Are you really not panicking about cooperating with such a person? Is it really safer to take a boat with Zhou Fenglu?
Liu Laocheng had no expression on his face.
I don’t know if it’s because I’m being incomprehensible or because I’m just scolding my mother in my heart.
The need to know about money is really the most heartbreaking thing for all the wild cultivators in the world.
Late spring.
It was a deep night, and a secluded place in Shujian Lake was completely silent.
There was an old man standing by the lake. He waved his sleeves and took out twenty bamboo slips. Each word on the bamboo slips shone with golden light. Their brilliance was like the immortal moral chapters of Confucian sages, which could compete with the sun and the moon for their glory.
The bamboo slips fell into the Shu slip lake.
Twenty-four bamboo slips, twenty-four solar terms.
In the entire lake of letters, only three people felt the emotion, and all of them felt palpitations.
Jiang Shangzhen, Liu Laocheng, Zhou Fenglu.
But even if the three of them flew into the sky almost at the same time and looked around, they still couldn't detect any clues.
But in fact, the old master was right under their noses, but even the three fifth-level monks were still unable to see him.
On the other hand, prisoner Liu Zhimao, who had not yet left Gongliu Island, remembered something for no reason.
Bamboo Slips Lake was originally an ordinary place with weak aura. A Confucian saint once traveled here from the earth and attained enlightenment. It resonated with heaven and earth and had a myriad of phenomena. Hence the name of the lake, Bamboo Slips, which was full of aura and would benefit future generations.
The old master stood by the lake and said with a smile: "Everyone in the world thinks this place is a cesspit, but some people say that you are heroes of heaven and earth, and you are still awe-inspiring for thousands of years. So, what do you think?"
The lake ripples in waves, exuding the eternal righteousness.
The old master smiled and said: "As an old master, I don't want you to be grateful to that little master. I don't need it. Scholars do things like this, not business. So I just want you to sacrifice your life for righteousness and die again in the future.
Together with me, don’t let down this world where there is still salvation.”
The old master smiled again and said: "Of course, the young man also said that he is not a scholar for the time being, but just a bookkeeper. So we can discuss what we will do next."
A fairy ferry in Aquarius Island.
At the beginning of summer this year, a young man in a green shirt led his horse to a stop.
When I was seventeen years old, I went to Shujian Lake and spent New Year's Eve alone in the house at the entrance of Qingxia Island Mountain.
On New Year's Eve of the following year, I had a night chat around the fire with Zeng Ye and Ma Duyi at an inn in Shihao Country.
Another year, I spent the New Year's Eve alone on the back of a bumpy horseback riding to meet Zeng Yima Duyi, leisurely and leisurely.
The next year, I went to the mountains south of Shujian Lake. On the way back, with Gu Can, Zeng Ye, and Ma Duyi, I finally had a New Year's Eve dinner that could fill a dining table.
This year, at this moment, after leading the horse to walk on the ferry together, Chen Ping'an touched the jade hairpin in his bun. Unknowingly, he had already reached what Confucianism calls the golden age.
Then on the fifth day of May, Chen Pingan originally planned to ask for a table of sumptuous dishes from the Xianjia ferry, but he regretted it and took out dry food and wine, stood on the window sill, looked at the sea of clouds, and celebrated his birthday.
, even the crowning ceremony has been dealt with. After all, there is only one person in the family, there are no elders and there is no ancestral temple, so there is no need to pay attention to so many complicated details.
After swallowing the last mouthful of dry food and wine, Chen Ping'an just burped and had already put away his sword. He felt that the sword behind him suddenly sank, as if it had changed from an object weighing several kilograms to a thousand pounds in an instant.
It weighed a hundred kilograms, so Chen Pingan stumbled backwards and fell to the ground with his sword.
However, after a moment, the sword fairy in the scabbard was still lifeless and without any movement. Chen Pingan tried to sit up, but nothing happened.
Chen Ping'an was a little puzzled, fearing that there was some plot or mystery, so he sat at the table, pulled out the Immortal Sword, and looked at it for a long time, but found nothing strange.
Chen Pingan thought it was the sword fairy that was causing trouble. After all, in the past six months, it had often been very mischievous. For example, once he imitated the sword fairy and went to the sea of clouds to enjoy the sunset while "sword-riding", but it actually ran away on its own.
It caused Chen Ping'an to fall straight into the sea of clouds. If it weren't for the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, he would have suffered a lot. How could he reason with a handful of semi-immortal soldiers? After that, Chen Ping'an didn't dare to go to the sea of clouds.
Check out the scenery.
At this moment, the Sword Immortal Sword was unsheathed from Chen Ping'an's back with such a clang that the entire Xianjia ferry swayed, and it hovered a foot above the floor.
It seemed that Chen Pingan was actively invited to step aside.
Chen Ping'an squatted down and discussed: "Don't do evil?"
The sword fairy remained motionless.
Chen Ping'an hesitated for a moment and bargained: "If you leave me halfway, I may not be able to catch the ferry. How about you compensate me for that fairy money?"
The sword fairy swung back to the scabbard behind Chen Pingan.
Don't talk to Chen Ping'an anymore.
Chen Ping'an rubbed his chin, and when he thought of the twenty-four bamboo slips he had defrauded an old gentleman on the mountain top, he nodded and said, "I almost got into trouble again! I'm not messing around in vain!"