Gugutan Xianjia Ferry is a hub in the southern part of Beiju Luzhou, with prosperous commerce and bustling business. In Chen Ping'an's view, it is all fairy money with legs, and it is inevitable that he is looking forward to the future of his Niujiaoshan Ferry.
The ferry slowly docked, and the impatient guests, who couldn't wait any longer, rushed off one after another. According to the rules, everyone boarding and disembarking at the ferry should walk, regardless of their status or status.
This is true for Pingzhou and Tongyezhou, as well as Hanging Mountain where fish and dragons are mixed, but it is different here. Even those who come according to the rules are scrambling for the first place. Most of them are those who use their swords and turn into a rainbow light and go away.
Those with magical weapons flying into the air, those riding on fairy birds, those who jumped down directly, the bodies were messy and noisy, the stewards on the Pima Sect ferry, and those on the ferry on the ground, what the fuck did they see when they saw these?
The bastards who followed the rules were yelling at each other. One of the sea-watching monks who was in charge of guarding the ferry got so angry that he took action and knocked a Qi practitioner off his head who was riding the wind.
Chen Ping'an couldn't laugh or cry when he saw it. This was still under the nose of Pima Zong. What would it have been like if it had been in another place?
Chen Ping'an was not in a hurry to get off the boat, and the old shopkeeper was still talking about some must-see places in Skeleton Beach. People kindly introduced the scenic spots here, but Chen Ping'an couldn't let people talk half of the story, so he patiently continued to listen to the old shopkeeper.
Although Chen Pingan was curious about the scene of disembarking from the boat, he had understood one thing since he was a child. When talking to others, if others speak sincerely and you look around, this is called not having a tutor, so Chen Pingan only glanced at it a few times.
He looked away.
The old shopkeeper has been in the ferry shop business for two or three hundred years, and he has developed a pair of sharp eyes when greeting people. He quickly ended the previous topic and explained with a smile: "We are in Luzhou, Beiju, and we are watching, but we can't wait too long.
However, it is easy to make enemies out of nowhere, but there are many things that a chance meeting can make a huge sum of money and a promise, and dare to trust each other with life and death. I believe Mr. Chen will understand in the future."
When the old shopkeeper said this, his face that was used to the wind and rain was full of pride that could not be concealed.
Chen Ping'an was no stranger to this, so he was heartbroken and a little sad.
There used to be people like this, who were proud to be born in Luzhou, Beiju, even if they were just Qi practitioners in the lower five realms or just maidservants on the ferry from Dajiu Mountain.
The old shopkeeper hesitated for a moment, remembering the private meeting between Wei Bo, the righteous god of the Northern Mountains of Dali, and him, and then said softly: "Master Chen, can you allow me to say something unpleasant?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Shopkeeper Huang, please tell me."
The old shopkeeper said slowly: "Beiju Luzhou is quite xenophobic and likes internal strife, but when it comes to dealing with the outside world, it especially sticks together. It hates several types of outsiders the most. One is the Confucian disciples who have traveled here. They feel that they smell sour.
They are very difficult to deal with. One type is the descendants of the Immortal family from other continents’ powerful lords, all of whom have high standards. The last type is the sword cultivators from other places. I feel that these people don’t know the world and have the courage to come to Luzhou, our northern capital, to sharpen their swords.”
The old man stretched out his hand to support the railing, sighed, and said with emotion: "Among the three, the second one is the most annoying. In history, countless young people who have made waves in their hometowns in other continents have relied on their family ancestors or
It's because the preachers have a prominent status, and they are not very particular about what they do and say, but almost none of them can get good results. They fled Beiju Luzhou in disgrace, which is not bad. They cut off their spiritual path, or even died here directly.
, there are not a few, among them are the noble Huang Zi from the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain, the direct disciples of hundreds of schools of thought, the disciples of the Ascension Realm ancestor who is the leader of the Liuxia Continent Immortal Family, and the God of Wealth from Aai Ai Continent.
My younger brother was beaten to death here. There are so many old bad things. There are many shocking disasters. Those monks on the top of the mountain who lost their relatives and disciples are not even their enemies to this day.
I don’t understand.”
Chen Ping'an nodded and said, "I will bear in mind Shopkeeper Huang's reminder."
The old shopkeeper regained his smile, clasped his fists and said loudly: "A few taboos, such as a few market hemp ropes, cannot restrain the real dragon in the world. Luzhou in Beiju never rejects real heroes, so I am here to wish Mr. Chen good luck in his future."
Beiju Luzhou has successfully made its way into the world!"
Chen Pingan clasped his fists in return, "Then I'll borrow Shopkeeper Huang's good advice!"
Chen Ping'an put on his bamboo hat, carried his sword in his green shirt, and left the Pi Ma Zong ferry.
According to Mr. Huang, there are three places in Skeleton Beach that you must visit, otherwise your trip to Skeleton Beach will be in vain.
First, the Swaying River Temple is not of high rank but occupies a huge area. As a river god, the temple enshrines the golden body. It is more magnificent than most water gods of thousands of miles of rivers in Luzhou, Beiju.
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There is also a huge city that extends from the entrance at the foot of Pima Zong Mountain to the depths of the earth, called the Mural City. There are eight high walls under the city, and the paintings are of eight ancient fairies who are all-powerful. They are lifelike and detailed. Rumor has it that
There is a great blessing that "does not depend on cultivation, only depends on fate", waiting for the destined person to go there. The eight fairies were the remnants of the female officials in a certain palace in the ancient heaven. If any of them fall in love with the reward "under the skirt"
The person who painted the painting will walk out of the mural and serve for life. Their cultivation levels vary. Now, only three of the eight female officials in the fairyland remain. The remaining five murals have all had their spiritual energy dissipated. The highest one is actually a jade from the upper five realms.
The lowest cultivator in the Pure Realm is also a golden elixir earth immortal, and there are magic weapons on the murals, which will be taken away by them. The Pima Sect once invited experts from all over the world to try to use the immortal family's method of rubbing monuments.
, to obtain the magic weapon painted in the mural, but the mural is full of mysteries and has never been able to succeed.
In addition to the chance of having only three murals left, there are also many artifacts and ghost spirits that ghost cultivators in the world dream of selling in the city. Even ordinary fairy mansions are willing to come here to bid and buy some well-trained heroic spirit puppets, which can also serve as protectors.
The alternative door gods on the top of the mountain can also be used as a defensive weapon that is willing to die for the master, walking hand in hand in the rivers and lakes. Moreover, there are many wild cultivators in Mural City. When trading here, there are often valuables hidden in them. Now one of them has rushed to the Great Wall of Sword Qi.
The young swordsman made his fortune by picking up a semi-immortal weapon from a wild cultivator.
Finally, there is the "Ghost Valley" that attracts sword cultivators and pure martial artists the most in Skeleton Beach. The Pima Sect deliberately drives away the evil spirits that are difficult to refine and gather them together in one place. After paying a toll, outsiders are responsible for their own lives and deaths.
Chen Pingan planned to go to the nearest mural city first.
After Chen safely stayed away from the ferry.
An old monk from the Pima Sect in charge of the cross-continental ferry. His Qi is restrained and his Qi Mansion does not overflow. He is a Nascent Soul monk who has long been famous in the Skeleton Beach. He is a very senior monk in the Pima Sect’s Patriarch Hall, but he usually
Not willing to show up, and most disgusted with human interactions, the old monk appeared next to Shopkeeper Huang at this moment and said with a smile: "You are still a businessman, what you said is not flattering, it is clearly disgusting."
A young man who can make the Great Li Beiyue Zhengshen appear, and who alone occupies 30% of the mountain top of Lizhu Cave, must be related to the three types of people called by the shopkeeper, at least he should be one of them, and he may be a little bit temperamental.
He had to treat him as a donkey with good intentions, thinking that the shopkeeper was trying to intimidate him.
The old shopkeeper stroked his beard and smiled. Although his realm was much different from that of his old friend in the Nascent Soul realm, he was very casual in his daily interactions. "If you are a good-looking and impatient young man, you will not be so reclusive on the ferry.
, I just heard about the three places in Le Mural City, and I have already said goodbye and disembarked. If you are willing to chat with a bad old man like me for a long time, then there is no need to say what I said."
Old Yuanying laughed casually and said: "You know people, you know faces, but you don't know hearts."
The old shopkeeper laughed loudly, "It's just a business. If you can save some favors, you can earn a point. So, Lao Su, you are not a businessman. Pima Zong entrusted you with the management of this ferry. It is a waste of gold and silver."
Shan. How many connections and connections you could have built up are running around right in front of your eyes, but you didn’t even catch them."
"Is it really a good thing that people who practice Taoism can have both sides?"
Old Yuanying sneered and said: "If another earthly immortal who has the potential to reach the fifth realm comes here and wastes his time, wouldn't it be more waste?"
The old shopkeeper pretended not to understand what was being said. He rested his elbows on the railing and looked at the scenery of his hometown. The most important thing in making a living on the cross-continental ferry was to enjoy the mountains and rivers along the way. But after seeing too much, he still felt that he was at home.
The water and soil are the best. Listening to the words of a Nascent Soul monk, the old shopkeeper said with a smile: "Don't treat me like a basket, I don't keep gossip here."
Old Yuanying didn't take it seriously. He remembered something and asked with a frown: "What happened to the Jade Guizong? Why did the next sect move to Aquarius Continent? According to common sense, Tongye Zong, Du Maoyi, died and could barely maintain its existence.
It would not cause the trees to fall and the monkeys to scatter. As long as Xun Yuan gently moved the lower sect to the north of Tongye Sect and casually took advantage of people's illnesses to kill people, Tongye Sect estimated that it would be completely finished in less than three hundred years. Why is this
Why doesn't Xun Yuan do anything he wants to do for free? No matter how great the potential of the next sect is in Aquarius Continent, can it be compared to completely eating up most of the Tongye Sect? This old man Xun is said to have been a romantic when he was young.
, could it be that your brain was damaged by a certain aunt’s legs?”
The shopkeeper of Xuhenfang named Huang shook his head and said: "Everyone in the Jade Guizong can be a fool, but Xun Yuan is not. Even if he has never interacted with him, it is not easy just to see that this old man can tame Jiang Shangzhen.
What's Jiang Shangzhen's temper? When he was just a man of Jindan cultivation, he traveled alone to Luzhou, Beiju, and ended up harming many mountains and fairies. In the end, he was eaten up and wiped clean by him, and he ran away successfully. I don't have any grudges in this life, only mine.
I can't let go of my sad death. My junior sister-in-law had the grace to protect and protect me. If it weren't for her care, I would have died long ago. This Jiang Shangzhen, who has been stabbed a thousand times, misses me.
Junior Sister, what a good woman she is, oh damn it, when I mention this guy, I feel both angry and convinced."
The old shopkeeper's usual conversation was actually quite elegant, unlike the monk from Luzhou in Beiju. When he mentioned Jiang Shangzhen, he actually gritted his teeth.
The old monk Yuanying gloated: "The baskets here are full."
The old shopkeeper spat out, as if he wanted to spit out all the pent-up energy.
He asked curiously: "Looking at the posture, the Song clan of Dali seems to be intending to raise the Niujiao Mountain ferry and has no intention of expanding the Changchun Palace ferry. When the time comes, Old Su, which local snake will you need to deal with? Is it the Dali military general or the enshrined monk?"
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The old Yuanying monk shook his head, "Da Li is most taboo about outsiders spying on espionage. Our Ancestral Master Hall has specially warned that many well-used methods are not allowed to be used in the territory of Da Li's Beiyue, so as not to make enemies over this, Da Li
Today, I am no longer as confident as I was back then to stop the Skeleton Beach ferry from going south, so I don’t know who the other party will be at the moment, but it’s the same anyway, and I’m not interested in messing with it, as long as it’s acceptable on both sides.”
Old Yuanying clicked his tongue and said: "It has only been a few years. When the first Xianjia ferry in Da Li was officially put into operation, the monks and generals stationed there were all the best in Da Li. Which one?"
He is not a hot and powerful figure, but when he saw us, he was smiling apologetically, and his waist was not straight from beginning to end. You have seen it before, and look at it now, there is a Beiyue righteous god named Wei Bo, right?
Like? Have you bent over? No. Things are changing, and soon we will be asking for help from others."
The heartstrings of the old Yuanying monk suddenly tightened, and he winked at the shopkeeper. The latter looked like he was facing a formidable enemy. The old monk shook his head, indicating that he didn't need to be too nervous.
As long as we are on the boundary of the Skeleton Beach and cannot get out, do we think that the mountain-protecting formation of our Pi Ma Sect is just a decoration?
The two of them turned to look together, and saw a "guest" boarding the boat against the current. He looked middle-aged, wore a purple gold crown on his head, and a white jade belt at his waist. He was very elegant. This man walked slowly and looked around. He seemed to be a little regretful.
Finally, he appeared and stood not far behind the two chatting people. He looked at the old shopkeeper with a smile and asked: "What is the name of your little sister-in-law? Maybe I know her."
Everything else can be discussed. When it comes to personal privacy, especially the little sister-in-law, the old shopkeeper is hard to talk to. His face is gloomy, "Who are you? Where did you get it out of the ground? Where did you shrink it back!"
The man spoke the elegant Beiju Luzhou dialect fluently, nodded and said: "I won't change my name if I go, but I won't change my surname if I sit down. I'll be in the Chunchang Palace, Zhou Fei."
The old shopkeeper laughed angrily and said, "If it weren't for Jiang Shangzhen, I'd have to get out of here."
The middle-aged monk thought for a while, smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll get out."
He actually turned around and went straight off the boat.
The old shopkeeper looked at the Nascent Soul monk with a solemn expression and asked doubtfully: "Could he be the same Nascent Soul boss as you, Lao Su?"
Old Yuanying stretched out a finger and pointed upward.
The old shopkeeper was not afraid, at least he was not panicked. He rubbed his chin and said, "How about I go to your ancestral hall to hide for a few months? If there is a fight, how much will the Pima sect's ancestral hall have to pay for?
I’ll definitely pay for it, but for the sake of our old friendship, why don’t we give you a 20% discount?”
Old Yuanying patted him on the shoulder and said, "The other person is obviously not a good person at first glance. Just ask for your blessings. That person hasn't gone far yet. Otherwise, why don't you go and apologize to him? You want me to
As a businessman, since you dare to say that I am not that good, what do you want from me?"
The old shopkeeper sighed, "If that guy is really capable, he will beat me to death in front of Mr. Su."
Old Yuanying said he was minding his own business, but in an instant, the Pima Sect master's body was filled with precious light, and then he put his fingers together as if he wanted to grab something.
But it's still a bit slow.
I saw a green willow leaf hovering over the heart of the old shopkeeper.
A voice sounded from the side of the boat railing, "You have already used up all the incense and love. If you talk about it again, your heart will really freeze."
The willow leaves disappeared in a flash.
After a while, Old Yuanying said: "We have gone far."
The old shopkeeper's eyes were complicated, he was silent for a long time, and asked: "How much money can I make if I spread this news?"
Old Yuanying smiled and said: "I advise you not to be impulsive. You can earn your life, but you can't spend your life."
The old shopkeeper endured and endured, and slapped the railing hard. He wanted to shout at the top of his lungs, that bitch Jiang Shangzhen came to Beiju Luzhou to harm his little wife again.
The entrance to the Mural City at the foot of Pimazong Mountain was overcrowded. Chen Pingan walked half a stick of incense before finally finding a relatively secluded place. He picked up a bamboo hat, sat at a roadside stall and had lunch, and was about to get up.
When I was checking out, I saw an acquaintance who showed up at some point and took the initiative to pay for it.
Chen Pingan picked up the bamboo hat and asked, "Did you come here specifically to stop me?"
The man smiled and said: "Some things still require me to make a special trip to explain them carefully, so as not to worry about it and ruin the friendship between us two brothers."
Chen Pingan was stunned for a moment.
Whether in Ouhua Blessed Land or in Tongyezhou Qinghu Palace, this person would not be so familiar and attentive as to show off.
Jiang Shangzhen laughed and said: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I stayed in Luzhou, Beiju for a while. I revisited my old place and followed the local customs. I couldn't help myself, so I liked to call people brothers and sisters."
The two of them walked towards the entrance of the Mural City together, and Jiang Shangzhen spoke to Chen Ping'an with ripples in his heart.
Just as he reached the entrance, Jiang Shangzhen finished speaking and then left, saying that Shujian Lake was full of waste and he needed to rush back.
After Jiang Shangzhen and Chen Ping'an separated, they went to the Pima Zong ferry again, found the old shopkeeper, and had a heart-to-heart talk. They were moved emotionally and rationally, and they were sure that there would be no sequelae. Only then did Jiang Shangzhen
Take your own magic ferry and return to Aquarius Island.
Chen Pingan walked along an almost imperceptible ten-mile slope and walked into the underground mural city. On both sides of the road, lanterns secretly made by the fairy family were hung, making the surrounding road as bright as day. The light was soft and natural, like winter.
The warm sunshine inside.
Chen Pingan silently thought about Jiang Shangzhen's words.
Taking two steps sideways to avoid a hurried woman holding a porcelain vase in her arms, Chen Pingan continued to move forward without any distraction at all.
Unexpectedly, the woman behind him fell to the ground, crying loudly, with pieces of porcelain scattered around her.
Chen Ping'an leaned back slightly, walked backwards in an instant, came to the woman's side, slapped her down, making her a little dazed, and slapped her again, making her feel hot and painful.
The woman who should have hugged the man's calf and then started to behave skillfully did not dare to continue howling. She timidly looked at the four or five accomplices on the roadside, feeling that she had been slapped twice in vain and could not let it go.
, everyone swarmed up and asked the man to pay two taels of snow money, right? Besides, the original Liuxia vase that she said was "worth three xiaoxue coins" cost two taels of silver anyway.
Unfortunately, in the end, the woman only received another kick from a strong young man. The kick caused her head to dangle, and she said, "You will pay for the three taels of silver later."
The woman complained endlessly, saying, "Isn't it the capital of two taels of silver?"
In the end, it was okay not to speak. But when he opened his mouth, he was kicked in the face again. The man laughed sinisterly. The traveling expenses of the brothers were not worth a tael of silver?
When the group of men left, they whispered that one of them had also ordered a bowl of wontons from the stall earlier, and it was he who thought that the young ranger wearing a bamboo hat was an easy target.
On the road, the woman didn't bother to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth. After all, people were coming and going, and it was not a matter of a few slaps to disturb the real immortal master. She quickly took out a large piece of cotton cloth from her sleeve and gathered it up.
Broken pieces of porcelain and left in a hurry.
Leaving the slope entrance of the Mural City, we arrived at an alley, with some pale door gods, couplets, and the word spring at the top posted.
He rubbed his cheeks, straightened his clothes, forced a smile, and then opened the door and went in. Inside, there were two children playing in the courtyard.
The woman closed the courtyard door and went to the kitchen to make a fire to cook. Looking at the rice vat with only a thin layer at the bottom, the woman sighed softly.
Wait until she finishes cooking a shabby meal.
Suddenly a child jumped for joy, followed by an even smaller one, and came to the kitchen together. He held two snow-white coins in his hands, and the child's eyes shone brightly and he asked: "Mother, mother, mother, what are you doing?"
There are two pieces of money at the door. Look, do they spit out from the mouth of the door god?"
The woman was stunned on the spot.
Where did the two snow coins come from?
Rich people have no interest in teasing her family of three, she is not pretty at all, and her two children are just ordinary. So what is going on?
A young man wearing a bamboo hat walked out of the alley and said to himself: "Just this once, I don't need to know these other people's stories from now on."
He walked slowly, turned around and saw two children who were still very young. They were running with all their strength, laughing and shouting that they were buying candied haws, and there were some candied haws to eat.
The green-robed swordsman also laughed and held up his bamboo hat. Over the years, his eyes have always been quiet and silent, but rarely have they been so warm. "Then you will know it again in the future?"
For some reason, after making up his mind to "trouble himself" one more time, the young foreign swordsman strode forward and suddenly felt that instead of being sluggish and dull in his mind, he only felt that the sky and the earth were vast. This kind of self is truly everywhere.