Chapter 493: Thousands of mountains and rivers, the bright moon is round
The man who had been sleeping soundly in the depression of the rock cliff in this stream shook his sleeves casually, and the water in the mountain stream fell into the water like snow-white beads. He asked with a smile: "Master, now that the matter has come to this, what should I say?"
Chen Pingan said: "I don't have much money, so I won't fight with you."
The man looked overjoyed and nodded: "Then I will accept your love."
The old fox from Xishan was not happy anymore. He poked the ground hard with his wooden stick, then stretched out two spread fingers, just pointing at Chen Ping'an and the ragged man respectively. "The old man said, whoever has money will be my son-in-law. No."
It's easy to talk about it with a little kindness! You, a young man wearing a bamboo hat, spend a lot of money. I have deliberately tested your character again and again, but you have passed the test. Now that the matter has come to this, there is nothing left to cook.
You should cherish it!”
"If my daughter follows you, she will most likely have enough food and clothing in her life, and she will wear gold and silver. Maybe she will be more like a wealthy lady than the female officials under Fan Yunluo in Skinny City. As for that beggar, here
After drinking the northwest wind for several months, what kind of bird is this? The old man's heart is like a mirror. The whole world is not as big as his tone. It's impossible. My daughter was born to enjoy a blessed life. She can't bear hardships. The old man will never
I won’t watch my precious daughter jump into the fire pit!”
Chen Ping'an's eyes were opened. He had traveled all over the country over the years and had seen mountain gods getting married, fox charms seducing scholars, and even city gods taking concubines, but he had never seen such a random marriage of girls.
The unattractive, ragged man said helplessly: "My father-in-law, I don't have any money. I don't even have a piece of snow to spend. It's hard for my son-in-law to lie to you. But before I came to this ghost valley, I actually made a big deal.
As a last resort, I sold an arsenal close to me, along with the fairy money and many magic weapons inside, at a discount, but I am actually not poor."
The old fox was so angry that he hit the ground several times with his wooden stick and shouted at the top of his lungs: "You're here to defraud me again! Get out of here, you mother, I only care about money!"
Chen Pingan took out a handful of snow money and said, "I only have this little fairy money."
The old fox in Xishan said sickly: "You kid, you talk in roundabout ways, and the clouds and fog surround me. I can't tell the truth, but it doesn't matter, it's better than that beggar. Your son-in-law is you! From now on, our Xishan Fox clan will flourish.
, it all depends on you, son-in-law. You can use your strength while you are young. By the way, my daughter’s name is Wei Taizhen. Her maiden name is Wei Taizhen. She also has a younger brother, Wei Gaowu.
We are a family. Remember to take more care of your brother-in-law in the future. When we leave the Ghost Valley together, you will have the opportunity to help him marry seventeen or eight immortal women..."
But Chen Pingan reached out to the man.
The man smiled knowingly and said: "You can lend me these fairy money, but it's better to give them to me. In this way, I will have money."
The old fox's eyes were darting. Could it be that the helper invited by the beggar worked together to kidnap his daughter?
The girl hiding behind the small green umbrella asked timidly: "Sir, I only want to ask one thing. Have you ever seen a golden hairpin under the water?"
Chen Pingan shook his head and said frankly: "I have never seen it."
The girl sighed quietly, stood up slowly, her figure was graceful, her face was still lowered and hidden deep in the green umbrella. It was a cute and cute little umbrella like its owner, but there was a hole the size of a stone, which somewhat disfigured the scenery. The girl's voice was actually cold and clear, but natural.
There is a charm of foxiness, which is probably the natal magical power of foxiness in the world. "Young master, don't blame my father, just listen to it as a joke."
The girl tugged at the sleeve of the old fox and said softly: "Dad, let's go."
The old man gave the young man wearing a bamboo hat a sharp look, and looked more and more like a liar. He snorted coldly, "Marriage is not a trivial matter. Let's discuss it later."
The old fox from Xishan left in a hurry with the girl holding the umbrella.
Due to the messy steps, the green gourd hanging from the wooden stick was dangling.
As soon as the old and young fox demons left, the mountain stream quickly returned to silence.
The birds are extinct, the mountains and rivers are quiet, and the tranquility actually reveals a lifeless silence.
Chen Pingan put away the handful of snow money and put it into his sleeve.
The man smiled and said, "I, Yang Chongxuan, owe you half a favor."
Chen Pingan shook his head, "You don't have to be so polite. I just think it's better to do less than to do more."
The man said nothing more. He was probably too hungry and had no energy left. He found a slightly flat rock cliff and lay down in a daze.
Chen Pingan took off his bamboo hat and stared at the lights in the mountain stream, like fireflies on a summer night.
Now that I have come to Baojing Mountain, of course I came here for the opportunity and the magic weapon. Although there is not much hope, it depends on man-made efforts. There are indeed windfalls of fortune that can come easily, but in the end they are very few. More
It is still the way to make money as a wild cultivator, like swallows chewing mud and ants moving. Once you are lucky enough to encounter a real opportunity to practice Taoism, it will be a coexistence of crisis and blessing. You need to be cautious, and you may even have to risk your life.
Just like the pair of lower-level Taoist monks who should be in the Naiheguan market now, they went through all the hard work until Crow Ridge, but they couldn't even earn a single piece of snow.
If we go further to Qinglu Town in the north, they may both perish. They are worthy of their status as Taoist monks and become a pair of desperate mandarin ducks.
As for the name "Yang Chongxuan", Chen Pingan went through it in his mind without any memory. There is no record in "Xinxin Collection", so he will just write it down for now.
It should not be the heroic spirit city lord here in Ghost Valley who is like a local deity, or a powerful Yin spirit in Bailong City who doesn't listen to orders.
He must be a strange person who came here to experience.
As for cultivation, it should not be underestimated.
Because Chen Ping'an couldn't tell his roots and depth at all.
Like the group of old men in black robes who walked past the archway together before, their divine splendor was restrained and their true spirit was hidden deep inside. Chen Ping'an still guessed that he was an Earth Immortal Sword Cultivator who was at least at the Golden Core Realm.
Of course, it is more likely that Yang Chongxuan is simply a pseudonym.
Chen Ping'an's fear of Pu Chun from Bailong City was mostly due to his high level of cultivation.
But for some reason, this Yang Chongxuan brought more dangerous aura to Chen Pingan than Pu Chun.
This is definitely not because Yang Chongxuan's realm is higher than that of Pu Chun, who is at the peak of Nascent Soul.
Even though Chen Ping'an couldn't see through the depth of this person, he vaguely felt that Yang Chongxuan still lacked "a little bit of meaning" compared to Pu Chun, who seemed to be one with heaven and earth. On the road to spiritual practice, this point was often a natural chasm.
The man who called himself Yang Chongxuan was lying on the other side with his legs crossed and said with a smile: "If you came here for the biggest opportunity in Baojing Mountain, I advise you to forget it. When it comes to looking for treasures in the water, I also advise you to stop looking for a long time.
, your soul will suddenly tremble at a certain moment, you can't help yourself, and your mind will be unstable. Your soul will leave your body, like water flowing down a mountain stream, and it will be difficult to take it back. In this process, the realm of earthly immortals will
I will be completely unaware of it. Telling you these secrets about how Baojing Mountain silently eats people's souls will pay off half of the favor I owed you."
This mountain stream was created by a treasure mirror falling to the ground. This is a deliberately deceptive statement in Pima Sect's "Xinxin Collection". It is not that those old antiques who dealt with dead people and underworld artifacts were worried that outsiders would steal the opportunity, but that this thing is difficult to find.
Regardless of the search, ordinary monks who go into the mountains to hunt for treasures will easily end up with the same fate as those birds, beasts, and skeletons under the water. They will become the essence of the mountains and rivers. Not only that, half of the souls of the earthly immortals will be detained in the water and will not be able to escape, and the rest will be trapped in the water.
After half of the souls enter reincarnation, even if they can be reincarnated and continue to be human beings, it is a big taboo for Qi practitioners to have incomplete souls.
"As for why I can practice here, I am naturally prepared."
Yang Chongxuan said half of his words, but if he said too much, he might have made the other party suspicious. He swung one leg and said lazily: "I am an unstable person. I like to learn a little bit of everything, but I am miscellaneous but not perfect."
After hearing this, Chen Pingan withdrew his gaze and put on his bamboo hat again.
I plan to leave Baojing Mountain right now.
The treasures of heaven, materials and earth that arise at the right moment, and the exotic flowers and plants in the secret realm of the fairy mountain must be obtained in a proper way and with a skill. Both are indispensable, and it is extremely important to pay attention to the right time, place, and people.
Who is at which place, what solar terms and time are used, what techniques are used, and what secret treasures are carried to carry them, all linked together.
A high realm is far from enough to determine everything.
There is a clear record in "Xinxinji" that the lord of Xianci City is bound to seize the opportunity of Baojing Mountain, but he has spent hundreds of years and still can't crack it.
He borrowed more than a thousand artifacts from the three nearby friendly cities, and then borrowed a group of talisman warriors from Bailong City Puhuan who were specially used to open peaks and move mountains, and tried to directly move Baojing Mountain and move the entire mountain.
Going to the Immortal Temple City cost countless manpower and material resources, but in the end it was still a waste of water.
This shows how elusive the blessing of Baojing Mountain is.
If you want to get the right eye on the mural of the Heavenly Official and Goddess of the City, you probably have to rely on fate.
And if you want to take away the precious mirror, you don't even know what you need to rely on. The Pima Sect doesn't know, and the Ghost Valley doesn't know either.
But Chen Pingan quickly changed his mind and gave it a try anyway.
Some deep-rooted old ideas need to be changed.
You can’t always feel like you can’t seize additional opportunities.
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The old fox from Xishan walked down Baojing Mountain, holding a stick in one hand and twirling his beard with the other, sighing all the way.
The girl was a little distracted.
The old man suddenly asked: "Too true, why don't you marry the Ghost Commander of Sandou City? That yin thing is the number one warrior under the lord of Sandu City after all. It is different from ordinary yin things. Compared with those who are prone to bloodshed and big mouths, otherwise
Even though he has a jagged frame and no flesh, he is still well-groomed. In our place, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a handsome young man."
The girl frowned.
The old man said helplessly: "Yes, the wandering Taoist said that your marriage must be a man who can see the golden hairpin in the deep stream. But how many years have passed? Two hundred years? Three hundred years? Let's put it aside.
In the markets outside Ghost Valley, at your age, your grandson’s grandson’s grandson should be getting married and having children…”
The girl was bored. She gently twisted the small green umbrella with a hole in it, turned her head to look at the mountainside of Baojing Mountain, and murmured: "Dad, don't rush your daughter, just wait for a hundred years at most."
, if I can’t wait, I will marry my daughter as soon as she gets married.”
The old man lamented, "Then you must marry a rich family. It's best not to be too arrogant. You must be filial and know how to treat your father-in-law well. In addition to generous betrothal gifts, you should also show filial piety to your father-in-law from time to time. And
When you get married, don't be like a piece of water thrown away. Whether dad can live a comfortable life for a few days in the rest of his life depends on you and his future son-in-law."
The girl hesitated for a moment and suddenly asked: "Dad, it's just like what the ghost commander of Sandou City said, if his daughter marries him, the Lord of Sandou City can help you build an ancestral temple in Baojing Mountain and serve as an incense burner."
The water god?"
The old man sneered and said: "You can't believe what people say, let alone the lies told by ghosts like this. How valuable are the mountains and rivers gods in Ghost Valley? You have no idea how valuable they are? There are so many city lords in the north and south, but only a few? Even though we are from such a background.
, to build a golden body and become a mountain god, that is something that I never dare to hope for. The rules of the Confucian saints are strict. No one dares to disobey him. He is just a water god, which is quite reasonable. It's a pity that Dad knows his own weight.
That bit of water magic and magic in the secret book of my father's practice, secretly drinking some water luck from Baojing Mountain, relying on stupid methods to increase my cultivation level little by little, it's already the best."
The girl smiled sweetly, "Dad, are you afraid that becoming a god will have to suffer the pain of 'shattering your bones and frying your soul'?"
The old man was also a thick-skinned man, "That's natural. Whether it's living or dead, or we monsters in the mountains and rivers, all of us in this world are rushing to enjoy happiness. Why is it relatively simple for the heroes of the dynasty to become gods?
, it is because of the protection of national destiny, merit and virtue, and ghosts and ghosts becoming gods. Why are they so dangerous? Is it because they are far away from the world, cannot save their moral virtues, and have credit with God? In this ghost valley, I have only seen a few people in my life.
A living person? He has such a bad character, not to mention that if he sees one, he will harm him to death. He has deceived so many Qi practitioners to go to the mountains and rivers to observe the water, causing them to lose their souls. For hundreds of years, every time during the Qingming Festival
, just go around Baojing Mountain, picking up soil and burning incense again and again, do you think it’s fun? This is in my heart, and I feel guilty."
The old man stomped his feet for no reason and said angrily: "My dear, you are so pretty, why do those city lords look down on you? Otherwise, let alone a sparrow turning into a phoenix, becoming the first wife of a certain city lord is just a favored one.
Concubine, it’s time for dad and your useless brother to flourish. Where can we stay in this indifferent Baojing Mountain, staring at small eyes, eating and waiting to die? Just say that big pervert in Fenlang City
Embryo, I was previously clamoring to get you married to a matchmaker in a big sedan chair, but why have you become so devoid of desire these years that you are no longer tempted?"
The girl looked a little innocent.
Can you force others to like you or not?
She has a pair of very beautiful eyes.
The old fox lamented endlessly. The Xishan fox clan was withering away day by day, and there were not many left.
I heard that there is a place in Aquarius Continent where the fox clan is prosperous, but the old fox firmly believes that even if he goes there, his daughter will still be as stunning as Yan Jia.
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The white jade square at the entrance of the lord's mansion in Skinny City is as bright as a mirror, and the light can shine on people.
A girl clenched her hands into fists and placed them on her chest. She wrinkled her face and pouted, looking at the badly damaged chariot, she wanted to cry without tears.
Thanks to my grandma's house.
After escaping from death twice in a row, the city lord of Skinny City was not at all happy, only sad.
For the first time, she actually admitted that her skills were inferior to others. This was a common thing in Ghost Valley. Many city lords who had great fame in history were not as good as her now. They were working as cattle for Bailong City and Xiangci City.
Horses are worse than chickens and dogs, but chickens and dogs still dare to croak and bark at passers-by. How dare those big ghosts who once served as city lords dare now?
But the second time, it seemed calm and calm, without any trace of blood, but it was what worried Fan Yunluo the most.
The favor owed to the famous "Bone Sword Immortal" in Ghost Valley must always be repaid.
There are no exceptions.
Fan Yunluo sniffed, wiped her face, and walked around the baby carriage, touching and wiping here and there, feeling extremely distressed.
If you want to restore it like new, you have to have a lot of summer money. How difficult is it to earn some fresh fairy money in Ghost Valley without having any money?
Fan Yunluo suddenly hit the chariot with her forehead, making a loud bang.
She howled hard.
Seeing the old woman who was lucky enough to return to the city alive, she felt even more guilty. At that time in Crow Ridge, she and those greasy-skinned female ghosts in city palace costumes fled. Some of them were unlucky. The house leaked and it rained all night. It was better to die in the house.
The sword of the young swordsman was kidnapped by the golden elixir ghost and his men. She hid quickly, and later gathered a few greasy city female officials, which was a small way to make up for her mistake, but now she saw the city lord.
With such a look, the old woman was a little worried. Judging from the city lord's attitude, he was asking her to use her private money to repair the chariot, right?
For a while, the old woman had the idea of moving to another city.
In Ghost Valley, big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimps, and the shrimps at the bottom can only eat mud.
Once the situation of losing troops and generals occurs, the consequences will be unimaginable, and it will easily attract the covetousness of surrounding forces. Once several forces secretly form an alliance and swarm the city, Skinny City is destined to fall apart.
Here, as long as it is a fight, it is most taboo to remain in a stalemate, or to kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred to oneself, because larger forces often take advantage of the situation and beat them to death. If the two parties are making wedding clothes for others, why bother?
Come on. But once a certain city in the Ghost Valley decides to take action, it will most likely be after weighing all kinds of considerations before settling on the prey, so it is often a one-shot kill, which is a sure shot.
Although Fan Yunluo is a golden elixir cultivator, she is still weak in Skin City, so Fan Yunluo likes to make secrets. For example, she half-hiddenly revealed that she has a very good relationship with the Pima Sect and has met a Pima Sect garrison.
The ancestral hall in Qinglu Town has a monk who is a sworn brother, but the old woman knows the truth and is talking nonsense. If the other party is willing to nod, let alone being a sworn brother of the same generation, he will recognize him as his godfather, or even his ancestor, Fan Yunluo.
They are all willing. Fortunately, the monk devoted himself to asking questions and did not care about worldly affairs. In the Pima Sect, like Yang Lin in the mural city, he was a proud man with a promising future, and he was too lazy to bother with the skinny city.
That’s all.
Their Skiny City is the lowest power among the cities in the south of Ghost Valley. The group of female ghosts brought to Crow Ridge are all Fan Yunluo's henchmen. This trip has really damaged the foundation of Skiny City.
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The White Lady had been seriously injured, ranging from a few inches to a hundred years. She could only lie half-dead in the pool. A loss of combat strength was nothing. This White Lady was not known for her combat prowess.
But she is the concubine of the city lord of Fenlang City who is secretly kept outside. This is a fact known to everyone in the south of Guixiao Valley. It is not a secret. And the wife of the city lord is not only a Taoist companion with the city lord, but she is also the real manager.
, because of the White Lady matter, Fenlangcheng has always looked down upon Skiny City and was extremely displeased.
The old woman lowered her head slightly, with a gloomy expression on her face, and thought that if she didn't do anything else, why not steal the central magical weapon of the city's defense array and cast it on the lady of Fenlang City?
As long as Fenlang City eats up Skiny City, maybe the next Lord of Skiny City will be
Every position is expected to be one's own.
Ghost Valley has a total of thirty-six large and small cities in the north and south. They have always been city lords with flowing water and cities made of iron. When the city lords are changed, they just change their names according to their preferences.
This is an unwritten rule of the Ghost Valley. It is said to have come from the White Bone Jingguan City. Attack the city and fight against each other. Let your victorious party eradicate the grass and roots. It doesn't matter how you eat them alive or kill the ghosts. The only thing is that you are not allowed to cause wanton destruction.
So much so that the city was destroyed into ruins. Unless you have the foundation and capital to rebuild a city on the ruins within ten years. Otherwise, when ten years are up, several immortal and ghost commanders from Jingguan City will lead their armies south.
It is true that no chicken or dog is left behind.
The old woman was hesitant. Although she was more inclined to betray Skinny City and the incompetent Fan Yunluo, she was still a little embarrassed. This dirty thing of a seller seeking glory was still not very popular in Ghost Valley after all, so she changed her master to serve her.
It will also crowd out the meritorious veterans and take the opportunity to cause trouble.
The only hope is that Mrs. Fenlangcheng, because she is also a woman, will not care about whether these people are loyal or not.
Fan Yunluo suddenly stopped her crazy movements, turned to the old woman, and said pitifully: "The man named Pu from Bailong City, after rescuing me, said that there will be another tribute this year, and he wants a double portion. Aunt Chang, what do you mean?
What should we do? We have so few defeated soldiers in Skinny City, where can we find magic weapons that can stand on the stage and have the Dharma Eyes of White Cage City?"
The old woman's heart trembled and she said with a smile: "City Lord, this is a blessing among misfortunes, it's a good thing! Now that Puda City Lord has opened Chrysostom, we in Skinny City won't have to worry about any thieves for at least a hundred years."
Fan Yunluo's childish face was still full of sorrow, "But Skinny City cannot make ends meet, and every time she has to empty her family's wealth and survive for a hundred years, dying late is not death."
The old woman could only force out a smile and consoled her: "The city lord does not need to be discouraged. A hundred years may not be long or short. As long as time changes once or twice, our city will suddenly transform into a first-class city in the south."
It will become a big city. When the time comes, the city lord will not only look at the faces of Xiangci City and Fenlang City, but City Lord Pu will also rely on the city lord."
Fan Yunluo nodded.
She stretched out her fingers, wiping her face like a kitten, scratched the corners of her eyes, and said doubtfully: "I'm so heartbroken, but I don't even have a few tears. It's a bit shameful."
The old woman was speechless.
Fan Yunluo waved her hand, put the chariot into her sleeves, walked towards the gate of the mansion, and shouted: "I'm going to stab that bastard wearing a hat to death!"
The old woman followed behind her, her thoughts changing rapidly.
Are the city lord's words knocking him down? Or are they unintentional words?
Fan Yunluo kept walking and suddenly turned around and asked, "By the way, what's that person's name?"
The old woman said awkwardly: "The other party doesn't seem to have a self-registered number."
Fan Yunluo stopped, dumbfounded, suddenly waved her sleeves, stamped her feet, and said with great sorrow: "I can't even prick the straw man I'm good at."
The old woman was helpless.
How many little straw men are piled up in the boudoir in the city lord's mansion? Which one will work?
Fan Yunluo is already short in stature and wears big clothes. Walking around the mansion, she actually looks like...a walking carrot.
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Over there in the deep stream of Baojing Mountain, Chen Ping'an, who was determined, used many methods, such as taking out a fishing rod from Zizhu Island in Shuli Lake, and after looking at an object on the bottom of the water, he did not dare to look at the water too much, and quickly held his breath and concentrated.
, and then threw the fishhook into the water, trying to pick up a few pairs of crystal white bones from the bottom of the water, or hook the few broken magical weapons that emitted a faint golden light, and then dragged them out of the stream. Chen Pingan tried several times and was surprised.
I found that the scene at the bottom of the lake was like a mirage, just a phantom. I lifted the pole again and again, but it was empty.
Chen Ping'an still didn't believe in evil, and tried several methods, but still couldn't get anything out of the bottom of the water. He thought it might be that this deep stream breeds the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, forming a barrier similar to the landscape formation, and finally twisted out a yellow
I used the barrier-breaking talisman on the talisman paper to clear the way, quickly threw it into the water, and then threw the pole to follow the path into the water. However, the talisman burned very quickly in the gloomy water, and still returned without success.
Chen Pingan squatted by the water, feeling a little sorry for the barrier-breaking talisman.
Yang Chongxuan lay on the snow-white stone cliff on the other side and said with a smile: "Don't talk about your fancy tricks. In history, many earthly immortal monks have used all their magic weapons. There are even monks who borrowed a priceless drinking bottle to consume their spiritual energy.
, using his magical power, he drew countless amounts of water from this stream. The water in the drinking bottle was enough to flood a large dynasty city, but he still didn't take out anything from this stream. This business was a huge loss. Do you know the reason?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "I hope fellow Taoist Yang can clear up my doubts."
When traveling abroad, calling people to be Taoist friends is the best way to avoid making mistakes.
Yang Chongxuan folded his hands as a pillow, basked in the sun, squinted at the sky, and said slowly: "On many hills, they like to let the beautiful female cultivators use the magic of mirror flowers, water and moon as a means of making money. The male cultivators in the world look at that bowl.
Water, in the water curtain, all the charming fairies are close at hand, seemingly within reach, but how far is the real distance? How long can your fishing line be? Is it even a thousand miles away?
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Chen Ping'an suddenly said: "That's it. It seems that I have thought too much."
Yang Chongxuan said: "Exotic treasures in the world, unless they are the ones that have just appeared in the world, can barely be seen by those who have seen them. As for Baojing Mountain, it has been visited by countless monks for thousands of years, and there is no blessing at all.
It's not so easy to get it. I've been here for so many years and I'm just waiting, so you don't have to feel embarrassed. I used all the more ridiculous methods back then, jumping directly into the deep stream, thinking
We wanted to explore the bottom, but it turned out that it was easy to go down but difficult to go back. After swimming for a full month, I almost drowned in it."
Chen Pingan sincerely praised: "Yang Daoyou has a high level of cultivation."
Yang Chongxuan sighed, "Let's make do. It is said that the city lord of Jingguan City has been exploring the water for a year, but he still couldn't find the golden hairpin that opened the door. Although the city lord is a dead thing, he has occupied the sky.
It's a big bargain, but even if I die and become a ghost, I believe I will still be able to survive for less than a year."
Chen Pingan asked curiously: "This mountain stream water is full of yin after all. If you find a suitable buyer outside the Ghost Valley, you might be able to sell a few kilograms of water for a piece of snow. The monk who borrowed the drinking bottle back then,
There is so much mountain water stored in the bottle, why is it not a huge profit but a huge loss?"
Yang Chongxuan said with a smile: "When this water leaves the boundary of Baojing Mountain, the Yin Qi dissipates very quickly. Unless it is hidden in things close by, if too much water is stolen from the mountain stream and reaches the outside, it will be like a flood bursting its embankments. It was like that back then.
The fifth-level monk made an inadvertent mistake. After arriving at the Skeleton Beach, he took out the drinking bottle of magic weapon quality from something nearby. The drinking bottle with too much water could not withstand the impact of the Yin Qi and exploded on the spot.
Fortunately, it is at the Skeleton Beach, not far from the Swaying River. If it had been elsewhere, this guy might have been held accountable by the Academy Saints."
Yang Chongxuan smiled and said: "It is not difficult to sell ten kilograms of unrefined mountain water transported by water for a piece of snow in the Skeleton Beach. The prerequisite is that you have something square and close, and there are one or two things similar to drinking bottles."
The grade of the utensil is too high. If it is too high, it is easy to do bad things. If it is too low, it will take up too much space. Under the earth immortals, they dare not come here to get water. As an earth immortal, why do you care about these few snow coins?"
Chen Ping'an took off the sword gourd, put it into the mountain stream, and filled the gourd with water.
After all, I am a half-hearted Qi practitioner who opened up the Water Mansion. When I paid for the gloomy tea from the swaying riverside tea stall, I also considered it to make up for the water vapor. If I could fill it with water from this gourd mountain stream, it would barely be considered a wasted trip to the treasure house.
Mirror Mountain.
However, before leaving Ghost Valley, you can indeed make another trip to Baojing Mountain. You don’t have to expect the legendary drinking bottles. You can prepare some more bottles and cans to hold several thousand kilograms of mountain water. Then go back to Skeleton Beach and see if you can
Doing business with the tea stall owner would be a good source of income.
Yang Chongxuan just glanced at the "vermilion wine bottle" in Chen Ping'an's hand, slightly surprised, but not too interested.
"Thank you for your words, fellow Taoist."
Chen Ping'an stood up, clasped his fists and said, "Since Baojing Mountain and I are destined to have no fate, Fellow Daoist Yang, take your leave."
Yang Chongxuan sat up and seemed surprised, "Are you leaving now?"
Chen Pingan nodded and put on his bamboo hat.
Yang Chongxuan lay back on the stone cliff and began to close his eyes to rest. After a while, he opened his eyes and said, "You are really gone? Should I say that you are decisive in your actions, or do you have no patience at all?"
When the man put away the bamboo poles earlier, he clearly used square inches of materials and did not deliberately cover them up.
Just like him generously extending his feet into the water, it is actually a small gesture of goodwill.
In Luzhou, Beiju, if you want to fight less, you must learn to reveal some of your family background.
Otherwise, there are many ants who are not very capable and have a bad temper. You crush each other to death with your toes, but they will still curse you until they die, spit on you, refuse to repent, and kill people for food. This kind of
The more things happened, "Yang Chongxuan" felt more and more tired and boring, so he gradually changed his temper and became more "kind to others". For example, the old Xishan fox had such a bad mouth, so he changed to "Yang Chongxuan"
My former self, the old fox, died eighty times if not a hundred times.
After the young ranger left Baojing Mountain, Yang Chongxuan was in a slightly better mood.
The other party said something that really spoke to his heart.
The less trouble, the better.
What's more, this is a critical period for Yang Chongxuan to gain opportunities.
He sat up, squinted his eyes, and stared at the deep stream that seemed to be able to be seen through with a single glance.
This treasured mirror, the speculation in "Anxiety Collection" is wrong. It is not a mirror of light at all, nor is it a treasured demon mirror that targets monsters and monsters. It is a long-lost mirror of the Three Mountains and Nine Lords Realm.
It is also a semi-immortal weapon.
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Chen Ping'an has moved away from Baojing Mountain.
In order to take this trip to Baojing Mountain, Chen Ping'an had already deviated quite a bit from the Qinglu Town route.
It seems that trying your luck is really not suitable for you.
If it were replaced by Lu Tai or Li Huai, it would be hard to say.
After leaving Baojing Mountain, Chen Ping'an still chose the high mountains and gradually moved closer to Qinglu Town. The golden elixir Yin spirit and the ghosts under his command have not shown up for a long time, which is reasonable. After all, he was in the battle at Crow Ridge.
Some of the pursuers didn't deliberately hide their strength. The Skinny City side led by Jin Dan, Fan Yunluo, was simply defeated. I believe that this group of "horse thieves" who have been able to wander around the Ghost Valley for many years will not take the initiative to cause trouble.
coming.
On the way north, there are clear mountains and rivers. There are many ghosts and spirits that may cause the death of a monk in the fifth realm. Most of them are cautious. They glance at Chen Ping'an from a distance and then retreat to their lair in the forest.
For example, the giant python and the spider spirit on the chain bridge might have caused a fatal disaster to the pair of Taoists just by meeting each other, without them risking crossing the bridge.
At dusk that day, Chen Pingan rested in a peach forest.
There are natural quirks in the peach grove, and there is no reason why the peach blossoms are still in full bloom even in the middle of winter.
It's just that what Chen Pingan was afraid of during this trip to the Ghost Valley with his sword behind his back was not that there were all kinds of weird things, but that there were no weird ones.
Previously, there were two stone tablets of different heights erected outside the peach forest, like a pair of neighbors who were fighting over each other. They were respectively inscribed with the words Da Yueyuan Temple and Xiao Xuandu Temple.
If there wasn't a small word before "Xuandu Temple", Chen Pingan would not have walked into the peach forest even if he was beaten to death.
Because the real Xuandu Temple is an important place in the Qingming world that dares to disobey the three masters.
Rumor has it that after becoming the leader of the First Line, the only time Lao Er used that fairy sword in his own world was in Xuandu Temple.
Although it is certain that the Xiaoxuandu Temple written on the stone tablet is definitely not the Taoist holy land that is so famous that it is heard all over the world, but before Chen Pingan entered the forest, he stepped on the flying sword and took off to look down and found this place.
The vast peach forest covers an area of no less than a thousand acres, and there should be no temples or Taoist buildings.
There is no record of this peach forest in Pima Sect's "Xinxin Ji".
Presumably there is no evil ghost or big demon.
Chen Ping'an found that there was not even a single dead peach tree branch around, and there was only an exaggerated shadow above his head. The fragrance of peach blossoms was no longer pleasant. After smelling it for a long time, it was almost so rich that it became cloying.
Chen Ping'an took off his bamboo hat, sat cross-legged, and took out a Yang Qi light-up talisman from his sleeves. He rubbed it gently, and the talisman burned slowly, just like the burning speed on the road in Guixi Valley. It seemed that this place was evil.
The Qi is indeed average. It's just that the fragrance of the peach forest is a bit too much. Chen Ping'an loosened his fingers, bent down and put the talisman paper in front of him, and then began to practice sword furnace staking, running that pure Qi, like
The fire dragon travels around all the Qi Palaces, just in time to prevent the scent of this place from invading the body, so as not to capsize in the gutter.
Underground, there was a burst of female laughter like silver bells.
Chen Ping's arrangement turned a deaf ear.
The laughter gradually stopped and turned into charming words, "This handsome young man came into my pink tent and smelled the fragrance of my hair. He is so beautiful and blessed. If I were you, I would never leave again, just stay here."
, life after life.”
Chen Ping'an opened his eyes and looked intently. A layer of water mist rippled on the ground, but it did not rise. It was only dangling below a foot high.
Chen Ping'an was a little surprised, "Why did the Pima Sect deliberately ignore the existence of your peach charm?"
The whole peach forest began to sway slowly, like beauties in pink skirts dancing there.
It seems that the tens of thousands of peach trees in this grove are really just her hair.
Chen Pingan found that the scene in his field of vision began to shake slightly.
She didn't know where she was hiding underground, she kept smiling sweetly, and her seductive voice came out of the ground, "Of course the monks of the Pi Ma Sect are afraid of me, what else can I do? The young man is so handsome, but he is a bit stupid, otherwise he is really a
A perfect match."
After a moment, she suddenly stopped smiling and asked: "Huh? How can you remain motionless both physically and mentally? Are you a monk who hasn't shaved his head? A stinky cow nose who doesn't wear robes?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "If you keep pretending, I will cut down all the peach trees and treat it as a sword practice, and let you become a nun."
Instead of being angry, she smiled and said cheerfully: "Okay, okay, I'm waiting for you to show me your fairy swordsmanship."
Chen Pingan raised his eyes and looked up.
A little Taoist boy holding a whisk in his hand shrunk to an inch and rushed over. His lips were red and his teeth were white, his true energy was dripping, and he could not hide the overflowing atmosphere of spirituality.
He is actually a worldly master who is about to become a golden elixir earthly immortal.
The Taoist boy's eyes were cold, and he glanced at Chen Pingan, "This is the place of cultivation where Master and Taoist friends live next to each other. It has been here for thousands of years and has been recognized as a paradise in Ghost Valley. It has never liked outsiders to disturb it, so it is Bai Long.
In Chengpu County, if it is not important, you will not enter the forest easily. You, an experienced person, why are you trying to get along with this little peach charm? Leave quickly!"
The Tao Mei was obviously in awe of the little Taoist boy, and she just muttered words with a hint of anger, "What kind of paradise? They just used the magical power of the immortal family to forcefully detain me here to protect the remaining aura of the Taoist temple.
diarrhea."
"presumptuous!"
The little Taoist boy showed a stern look on his face, and with a wave of his whisk, a bolt of lightning as thick as an arm instantly exploded into the ground. The peach charm wailed muffledly in the depths of the ground, and peach blossoms fell on the ground.
Chen Ping'an understood somewhat.
In the Ghost Valley, there will definitely be some masters who are not afraid of the Yin Qi and take root here. In turn, they will rely on the abundant Yin Qi that fills the world to hone their Taoism.
The little Taoist boy still couldn't understand his hatred, and another whirling of dust, thunder and lightning, intertwined a fairy fishing net, which was submerged into the ground. Suddenly there was a rumble under the ground, "I haven't built a house for three days! If my master hadn't shown mercy, you would have
How can you, a little peach charm who knows some blinding tricks, gain a foothold in the Ghost Valley? You also eavesdropped on the discussion of my master and fellow Taoists. With this opportunity, you slowly cultivated to the Dragon Gate realm. You forgetful charm...
…”
The peach charm begged endlessly, begging the sharp little Taoist boy to show mercy.
The little Taoist boy became more and more annoyed as he talked, and the fly whisk moved again, which actually caused a strange phenomenon high in the sea of clouds, and he was about to rain down a thunder from the sect's secret to teach the peach charm a lesson.
Chen Ping'an had no choice but to say: "Little Daoist, calm down, I will leave Taolin right now."
A dark cloud left the sea of clouds and slowly sank alone. Thunder and lightning shuttled back and forth with an astonishing momentum.
The little Taoist boy sneered: "If we hadn't been practicing in this peach forest and you had wandered in here by mistake, you would have sucked up all the Yang Qi and essence for this peach charm who is good at innate charm. You are an ungrateful thing and you are showing mercy."
Master is right, you ordinary people outside who are soaked in the world of mortals every day..."
Chen Ping'an retreated with one kick, and quickly punched the high place in the sea of clouds. Using the style of steaming clouds over a large swamp, he scattered the thunderclouds that were ready to strike. The turbulence of his energy spread out in all directions, like a mountain breeze.
, the disaster hit the peach forest on the ground, and the bright red peach blossoms fell like rain one after another.
The little Taoist boy frowned and said nothing.
I'm not afraid, it's just a bit unexpected.
Such a young master of martial arts? Judging from the aura of his previous punch, it was condensed and magnificent. Although he was not yet at the golden body level, he was not far behind.
However, the little Taoist boy himself had forgotten that he was not a "so young" monk in the Dragon Gate Realm.
Although it is because he entered the cave realm too early, when
At that time, the master explained the many mysteries on the path of spiritual practice and asked him if he wanted to take this opportunity to maintain his appearance. At that time, he was young and ignorant, and felt that his body was just a stinky skin.
The shape was finalized, and in the next few years, the "little Taoist boy" almost regretted it.
You should let your body grow to the size of a man and then "stop".
So every time he sneaked out to relax, he would get very irritated when he met Fan Yunluo, who looked like a girl. The old monk would add fuel to the fire, teasing him and Fan Yunluo that they were really a golden boy.
After Chen Pingan withdrew his fist, he smiled and said: "What you said is right, but if you really want the other party to listen to your reason, and not just for your own peace of mind, then your mentality and tone are also very important. Be calm.
, it’s not a bad thing to have a kinder tone.”
Tao Mei, who was almost frightened out of fear, quickly echoed: "It makes sense, you should listen to this."
The little Taoist boy held the snow-white tassel with the white bones of heroic spirits as its handle in his arm, hesitating.
Fighting and killing each other if they disagree is not what Taoist Taoist Xiao Xuan Du Guan should do.
But since the other party is a martial artist who came to Guixi Valley to practice, there is nothing wrong with the two sides having a discussion, right? The master won't blame him, right?
At this moment, a golden-armored warrior strode over, looked at the back of the little Taoist boy, and said in a deep voice: "Xu Song, the real king invites this young master to go to the temple and talk about it."
The little Taoist boy said angrily: "How virtuous and capable is this guy, that he can enter our Little Xuandu Monastery?!"
The golden-armored warrior turned a blind eye to the little Taoist boy's anger and turned to look at Chen Ping'an who had just put on his bamboo hat. "Young Master, my true king has invited you. If you are not in a hurry, you can go to our Xiaoxuan capital to have a drink."
Millennium Peach Pulp Tea.”
Chen Pingan clasped his fists and declined politely: "Walking into the peach forest by mistake has already disturbed your family's true monarch. I really don't dare to go to your temple to disturb you, so I just left."
The golden-armored warrior nodded, "In this case, I can't keep you here. If you want to visit and drink tea again in the future, just come here and order Tao Mei to lead the way."
Chen Pingan turned around and left Taolin.
The little Taoist named Xu Song snorted coldly: "It's better to go and save a cup of peach pulp tea that Pu Gu has only drunk three times!"
Tao Mei flattered him underground: "Yes, yes, this man is so blind that he missed out on his great blessing. Next time I come to Taolin, I will hide and never see him again."
Xu Song said angrily: "Master's decree, how dare you play with it?!"
Tao Mei immediately begged for mercy: "I don't dare, I absolutely don't dare."
In a quaint Taoist temple planted with peach trees, an old Taoist with white hair and a childlike face was sitting opposite a skinny old monk. The old monk was as skinny as wood, but he was wearing an unusually wide cassock.
The old Taoist smiled and said, "How about this punch?"
The old monk said slowly: "It is easy to break if it is too strong."
The old Taoist glanced at the cup of tea on the table and asked, "Do you think you need to keep this cup of peach pulp tea? Do you think the young man will return to the peach grove and drink it all in one gulp?"
"
The old monk looked dull and said, "If you talk too much, you will make mistakes."
The old Taoist didn't wear a Taoist crown, just a Xiaoyao scarf. His Taoist robes were old and ordinary, and he didn't have the slightest bit of immortal style.
He sighed softly, "The three goddesses from Mural City have walked out of the scroll and followed their masters. Another monk from the Five Realms on other continents and He Xiaoliang teamed up to break into the Ghost Valley and go to Jingguan City. Yang Chongxuan still caught
A sign of good fortune. If Pu Chuan stirs up a little more noise and provokes Zhu Quan to take action himself, this ghost valley will turn into a complete mess, and the only paradise left in our place may no longer have any chance of being pure."
The haggard old monk nodded and said, "The true king has far-sighted vision."
When he heard the word "Pu", the old monk recited silently in his heart and the Buddha sang.
The veteran Taoist has actually noticed that the other party's mood is strange, but both parties know the basics and there is no need to say anything more.
The old Taoist raised his eyes and said, "You said that for us cultivators, even the boundaries between life and death are blurred, so where in the world is it not a prison? The less you know, the easier it is to feel at ease. Once you know, how can you truly feel at ease?"
The old monk thought for a moment, lowered his head and clasped his hands together, revealing his withered but golden palms, "How can I see the Buddha and ask this eternal question if I, a poor Buddhist monk, can't hold up this cassock?"
The old monk stood up slowly, put his hands together and bowed.
The old Taoist didn't bother with red tape with this old friend, he just nodded.
The old monk took one step forward and disappeared, returning to the Great Yuanyue Temple. It was exactly the same as the Little Xuandu Temple. They were both fairy mansions that formed their own small world in the peach forest. Unless Nascent Soul, no one could walk in the peach forest.
Even after a thousand years, you can't see it or walk in it.
Inside the temple, Sanskrit music was humming. There were old monks sitting on futons, monks walking slowly in the corridor with their heads lowered, and young novices sweeping the floor diligently under the trees. They were all busy, and there was no exchange of words between them.
The withered old monk stood on the same spot, and the monks in his field of vision were actually just bones.
After bypassing the Mahavira Hall where the golden Buddha was hidden in the clouds and mist, the old monk clasped his hands together and walked forward silently with a pious expression.
Next to this old monk who is almost perfect in his golden body, one after another, monks with similar features to him but different ages, wearing different cassocks, appear out of thin air. There are four in total, each has a question, but the old monk
The monk just turns a blind eye, listens but doesn't hear, and just moves forward.
A young monk looked regretful and said, "Why don't you drink that cup of peach pulp tea? If you drink it, you will save several years of practice! You will be one step closer to the Pure Land of Buddhism in the West, even half a step."
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A middle-aged monk was furious and yelled at the old monk: "What kind of Buddhism do you practice? There are so many monsters in the Ghost Valley, why don't you go and save them!"
A monk wearing a gorgeous cassock looked arrogant. He looked sideways at the old monk and sneered: "Such hard practice is not the right Dharma."
An old monk who was closest in age and appearance to the old monk asked softly: "Are you me? Am I you?"
The last young monk, a slender figure, had his back to the old monk who was always walking steadily and slowly. The young monk looked at a bamboo fence with peach blossoms and said infatuatedly: "The peach blossoms are smiling brightly on the fence, like
The most affectionate thing is whether it is open or not."
The old monk's body sluggished slightly, but he soon strode forward, and after a while, he resumed his normal pace.
If you don't look up, ordinary people will only feel that the sun is shining when they enter this temple.
In fact, when you look up, you will see a full moon hanging in the sky.
Inside Xiaoxuandu Temple, the old Taoist came to a towering peach tree, squatted down, picked out some soil with his fingers, and rubbed it gently.
The soil on the old Taoist's fingertips is the soil that the monks on the mountain have dreamed of for thousands of years. It is as heavy as gold and iron.
The old Taoist was silent.
In fact, the soil also has years, which are also divided into "birth, old age, sickness and death". People in the world say that they are as immovable as a mountain, but this is not entirely true. In the final analysis, the world's life is limited, and time is limited, and the vision is blurred, which is neither real nor long-term. So Buddha
It is said that the Buddha saw forty-eight thousand insects in a bowl of water, and the old monk of Dayuanyue Temple used this as a method of meditation, but he saw it in a bigger way, appreciating the moon.
As for the old Taoist priest, he watched more quietly, watching the changes of these dead things in the soil over the years.
The Taoist temple is a neighbor, and he and the old monk have been teaching their own Dharma for thousands of years, but they still can't compete with each other.
Now it depends on whether I will become a heavenly king first or the old monk will realize bodhisattva first.
The little Taoist boy Xu Song came to his master tremblingly. When he found his master deep in thought, Xu Song kept silent.
The old Taoist didn't turn his head and asked with a smile: "Outside the view, not only did he fail to show off his authority, but he also taught a young martial artist a lesson. Do you think what he said was reasonable?"
The little Taoist boy held a fly whisk in his hand and said gloomily: "That makes sense, what does it have to do with me."
The old Taoist nodded, threw away the soil, and smoothed it gently with his white jade palms. After standing up, he said: "As all living things and sentient beings gradually climb higher, they will understand more and more the ruthlessness of the Tao. If you
It's not bad if you can learn from the Longhushan Taoist to slay demons and slay demons, do good deeds every day, and accumulate merit, but it's even better if you follow me and learn the ruthless method and ask for truth."
The old Taoist smiled and said, "The method of ruthlessness is not to teach you to act violently and kill innocent people indiscriminately, but to pay more attention to the four seasons and the order of heaven and earth."
The little Taoist boy bowed his head to the master solemnly.
The old Taoist turned his head and looked in the direction of Dayuanyue Temple and said softly: "If the five poisons of greed, anger, stupidity, pride and doubt are not eliminated and you just immerse yourself in hard practice, then in the end it will not be true meditation, but wrong meditation."
The old Taoist looked to the north beyond the peach forest and said, "Xu Song, if you can't understand the Tao for the time being, you might as well give it a try and choose to be a good person in the eyes of the world. Just remember that doing good in the world will give you what the world has given you.
Good or bad has little to do with it. Different paths lead to the same destination. This is also one of the ruthless methods... The Tao follows nature."
The little Taoist boy shook his head and said, "I can't be that kind of a good person."
The old Taoist was unconvinced.
The little Taoist boy asked cautiously: "Master, is the real Xuandu Temple like spring all year round, with peach blossoms in full bloom?"
The old Taoist smiled and said: "Then you shouldn't stay in this vast world. Go to the Qingming world where the Taoist family is the master. See with your own eyes and you will know the truth and falsehood. If you really want to do this, master will let this peach charm carry the mountain to the mountain."
Let's go, after leaving this ghost valley, you can first go to practice with the young sect leader named He, and then find an opportunity to go to Qingming World and visit Xuandu Temple, which will naturally be greater."
The little Taoist boy shook his head vigorously and said: "I won't go, I won't go! Wherever the master practices Taoism, I will practice there."
The old Taoist patted the little Taoist boy on the head.
The little Taoist boy smiled and narrowed his eyes.
The old Taoist suddenly sighed with emotion: "I just remembered that it has been a long time since I drank a bowl of gloomy tea from the Swaying River. After a thousand years, I think the taste will only be more mellow."
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The dusk was gloomy, and it was not too far from Qinglu Town, only two hundred miles away. Chen Pingan passed by a green lake.
Previously, he saw a bonfire burning here on a distant hilltop, so Chen Ping'an rushed over. If he encountered a ghost wandering at night, he could kill it and sell it for money.
During this trip to Ghost Valley, I didn't have much experience. I just had a fight in Crow Ridge and just punched me in Taolin, but I made quite a lot of money.
Not to mention the snowflake robe of the White Lady of the City of Skin, there are also more than a dozen valuable white bones. As for the specific price of the latter, it is hard to say.
As for the water from the deep stream of Baojing Mountain, although it is not valuable, it can at least save Chen Ping'an some trouble. He drank two kilograms of mountain water in one breath, then breathed in and immersed his mind, and used the method of inner vision to enter the water with his mind.
In the mansion, the boys in green clothes in the water mansion were quite excited and happy.
What I saw by the lake was a bit surprising. It was a handsome young man in mud gold, accompanied by two followers, who probably planned to rest by the lake for the night.
Chen Ping'an calculated his foot strength and route. The other party should have been to Lanshe Town, and after completing the tour, he went straight to Qinglu Town along the "official road" again, so he bumped into him who had been going around.
.
So this inconspicuous small lake should be the Bronze Green Lake in "Xinxin Ji". This place and the nearby Tongguan Mountain are a pair of landscapes like Taoist couples.
There are two kinds of fish in Tonglu Lake, which are very famous. However, fishing is not easy and there are many rules. Chen Pingan had to give up after reading about the tedious rules in the book.
In the lake, there is a kind of golden fish with golden scales. It has two wings and sounds like a mandarin duck. It is extremely rare and rare. It is not seen in a hundred years. Legend has it that the golden fish always appear in pairs. As long as you get one of them and catch it ashore, the other one will be caught.
They will land on their own and enter the fish cage. A pair of palm-sized cockroaches are full of treasures and can be sold for two Grain Rain coins. It is said that eating them can protect them from any nightmares in the world.
In addition, there is the silver carp. This kind of silver carp is so huge that it is said to weigh one pound a year. A hundred years later, this fish has great strength in the water, unlike the silver carp. The silver carp is not unique to this lake. It is known as the small lake dragon by the monks.
, there is nothing strange about the flesh and blood scales, there is only one strange thing, that is, the silver carp, which belongs to the side branch of the dragon's descendants, will have two dragon's beards after surviving for a hundred years, more than an inch long, and then every three hundred years, the beard will grow
If one inch can grow into a foot-long dragon's beard, it is a real treasure. Refining the demon-binding rope and fly whisk, and adding this thing is the icing on the cake, with endless wonderful uses.
It's just that Chen Ping'an has gone through Jiaolong Valley and Daoxuan Mountain, and he knows that there are still Taoists in the world, who used genuine Jiaolong whisks to create a complete semi-immortal weapon whisk.
Therefore, Chen Ping'an doesn't have any serious covetous intentions for the cockroaches and silver carps that are extremely difficult to encounter in Tonglu Lake.
Because it takes too much time.
All the capture records in the "Anxiety Collection" took the monks a very long time, which often took several months or even half a year. During this period, they also had to fight wits and courage with two kinds of fairy fish, and they often missed the chance.
Compared to Tonglu Lake, Chen Ping'an still has higher hopes for Tongguan Mountain. On that mountain, there are mountain-moving apes and mountain-driving dogs with impure blood.
After Chen Pingan appeared, the young man looked calm.
The female martial artist from the Sixth Realm, who was carrying a bow and a sword, moved her position and stood between the master and the uninvited guest.
The old man in black robes always had an expressionless face, holding an apricot-yellow porcelain wine pot in one hand and a large piece of sauced meat in the other, chewing slowly.
Chen Pingan picked up dead branches in the distance and lit a bonfire.
The three masters and servants obviously came to the Bronze Green Lake. After eating wine and meat, the old man in black robe took out sections of green and crystal green bamboo from the square inches, and then pieced together an extremely long fishing rod with a fishing line as thin as
However, the golden fishhook was as big as the palm of his hand. The young man was not idle. He rolled up his sleeves and squatted by the water to prepare the bait for making a nest. He rubbed it vigorously in a wooden basin and added a spoonful of lake water from time to time.
He took out a porcelain bottle and poured in a few drops of vermilion water with a strong smell.
Chen Ping'an already liked fishing, so he couldn't help but take a few more glances.
The woman whispered beside the boy.
The young man raised his arm to wipe the sweat from his forehead and said a few words.
The woman then stood up and walked towards Chen Pingan.
Chen Pingan stood up and said, "Sorry, I didn't mean to pry."
The woman's expression was indifferent, but her words were quite gentle, "It doesn't matter if you look at it. But my young master said that when fishing for silver carp, it is more taboo to make noises from the shore. If there is any movement, the silver carp will flee away after making a nest.
For an hour, when we cast the pole, we may need both of you to extinguish the bonfire, and we are not allowed to walk around casually. If you feel restrained, you can rest far away from the shore."
Chen Pingan nodded, extinguished the bonfire, and simply went to the distance, sitting on a big tree, with his hands in his sleeves, watching from a distance a group of three people fishing for fairy fish at night.
During this period, when the young man saw Chen Pingan, he put out the bonfire directly, turned around and smiled apologetically, and Chen Pingan also smiled and nodded in greeting.
The woman returned to the boy and breathed a sigh of relief.
The young man smiled and said: "Sister Fan, if I put this pot in the pot, the water in this copper-green lake will really rise by a foot."
The woman smiled helplessly.
Fishing for the exotic fish in the giant lake of Daze and making nests is essential, and it costs a lot of money. The rarer the fish, the more money fishermen need to spend. My young master is never stingy, so the fellows on the mountain
According to word of mouth, the young master got the nickname Yuan Yichi.
Although Chen Ping'an was far away, it could be seen that the young man, who was full of wealth and aristocratic aura, spent a lot of money just to build a nest.
It's not just a matter of spending money on a few snows, maybe one or two Xiaoshu coins are enough.
After making a nest, the three people began to wait quietly.
Chen Pingan took off the sword-raising gourd, took a sip of mountain water, and began to close his eyes and rest his mind.
When the old man in black robe started to throw the pole, Chen Pingan opened his eyes.
Howling into the wind.
The fishing line was thrown in a huge arc and fell far into the center of the Verdigris Lake.
The long night.
Fishing for big fish and giant things at night requires more than skills, it also depends on patience.
The young man sat on a small rosewood stool, holding his chin in his hands and yawning continuously.
The woman was still standing behind the young man, guarding against the young ranger wearing a bamboo hat in the distance, who was traveling down the mountain. She must not have the intention of harming others, and must have the intention of guarding against others.
Two hours later, the boy had already begun to doze off.
The old man in black robe gently lifted the rod several times to disperse the bait, and then continued to cast the rod, showing great patience.
The female martial artist was completely motionless.
Chen Pingan leaned against the tree trunk and looked up at the night sky.
The bright moon rises above the mountains, amid the vast sea of clouds.
There are thousands of mountains and rivers in the vast world, but there is only one moon.
Chen Ping'an was stunned.
I heard that there are many pictures of immortals written by immortals on the mountain. On each scroll, there will be the rising and setting of the sun, the alternation of the four seasons, and the blooming and fading of flowers.
How can the world be so big and how can people be so small?
Why do people feel lonely when they grow up?
Chen Pingan gently pressed down the bamboo hat to cover his face.
Miss Ning, I'm fine, are you okay?
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