At dawn, the old man in black robe has put away the fishing rod. The silver carp is naturally fond of the moonlight and afraid of the sun. Only at night will it leave the water and swim around to look for food. If it accidentally bites the hook during the day, even if it is dragged
When they get ashore, the psychic silver carp will also choose to burn both jade and stone, causing the spiritual energy of the two dragon's whiskers to dissipate. Although it will not completely become a vulgar object, its quality will inevitably be greatly reduced.
However, the three of them were not discouraged. They fished for big fish in the lake, not to mention spiritual fish such as silver carp, but also for the green and grassy fish that ordinary fishermen in the mountains longed for. After a long night of waiting without success, they were all common.
After the old man put away his pole, he began to replace the fishing lines and fish hooks, especially the fish hooks, which became extremely exquisite and delicate, only the size of a thumb. The young man also began to rearrange the nest materials, which cost more money, probably because he wanted to fish more
A rare golden cockroach.
The young man remembered something, turned to look at the big tree, and shouted: "Fellow Taoist, if you want to catch the cockroach, it depends purely on luck. There are no taboos. Do you want to go fishing together in the middle of the lake? I have bamboo
Raft, we can raft fishing together."
The female attendant intended to stop him, but it was too late.
The young man took out a thick copper coin as big as a child's hand, rubbed it gently with the palms of his hands, and conjured a finger-length pocket bamboo raft out of thin air. The young man took a gentle breath, and then threw it into the lake. The bamboo raft suddenly appeared
It grew bigger and the lake made ripples.
Chen Pingan hesitated for a moment, then nodded, jumped off the branch, and walked towards the shore.
The woman used the art of gathering sound to form a thread, reminding the old man in black robe that the young man was also a martial artist, and his level was not lower than hers.
Last night this man was sleeping in a tree, his breathing was long and long, like gurgling water, his fist intention was pure and condensed, he was a true master in martial arts.
A warrior's deep sleep can generally only be achieved after reaching the third realm of refining the gods, and then he can reach a state where he seems to be sleeping but not asleep, and his fist intention flows throughout his body, as if he is protected by gods.
Therefore, this young ranger is probably the son of a wealthy man.
The old man in black robe told the woman with the ripples in his heart, "I am only worried about those earth immortal wild cultivators with shady origins. If you are a young martial artist with high attainments, you don't have to worry too much. Our Sanlang Temple is not afraid of those hills without legs."
"Don't worry, Fishing, I will keep an eye on him. The young master is wearing a robe and a pill at the same time. He can withstand two powerful blows from the Jindan sword cultivator and there will be no mistakes."
Chen Pingan stepped onto the bamboo raft. The woman was skillful in holding the bamboo raft, and the bamboo raft slowly rowed towards the center of the lake. She sat on the bench that the young man handed over to her. Chen Pingan thanked him, took out his own fishing rod from something close by, and made a special
Naturally, the bait had to be borrowed from the young master. The woman's eyes looked slightly strange, and it was unusual for a martial artist to carry a small thing with him. As expected, he was the grandson of a wealthy noble. The old man didn't care, and looked calm, and he went with his young master.
The young ranger who took off his bamboo hat started chatting. Both of them had a good understanding and did not mention their names and family backgrounds.
A martial artist wearing a robe and walking around means that this person has not yet reached the third level of martial arts and god refining.
The young man, who was born into a noble family, obviously had not traveled much in the world. After throwing the pole with Chen Ping'an, he said bluntly: "Sir, I think those of us who really like fishing have very few bad people. What do you think?
Grandpa Liu and Sister Fan are always wary of you, which I don’t think is good."
The old man in black robe was still leisurely, twisting some bait from the wooden basin and throwing it into the lake.
But the female attendant named Fan was a little embarrassed.
Chen Ping'an didn't know how to answer, so he had to think for a moment and came up with a compromise: "There may be bad guys, but there are definitely fewer. No matter how cautious you are when going down the mountain to experience it, you can't be too cautious."
The young man shook his head and sighed, "I know you said this out of good intentions, but my great-grandfather, grandpa, and then my parents, every time I leave home, their words and tone are like this,
I’m really a little annoyed.”
Chen Pingan stopped talking.
It's just a chance encounter. It's inappropriate to say anything about other people's family affairs.
But isn’t this young man a bit too private?
How good of a family background do you have to be so generous?
Chen Pingan's mind moved slightly, but he deliberately ignored it and continued to stare at the lake.
The old man in black robe turned to look into the distance and said with a smile: "Young Master, Du Wensi of the Pima Sect is coming soon. We stayed in Lanshe Town for too long. It was probably because the schedule did not match up and we were afraid that something might happen to us.
This young Jin Dan can't sit still."
The young man was a little sad. He was most annoyed by these social interactions. It was okay to have congenial peers. If it was a relationship between ancestors, he was really not good at managing the relationship. The female martial artist said softly: "Young Master, I heard that Du Wensi has a gentle temperament and is accommodating to the world.
Wu Zheng, when I left Skeleton Beach and traveled to the north, I passed by our house and fell in love with the old man. We became friends every year, and I will definitely be able to chat with you, young master."
The young man nodded, made a face at the woman, and said with a smile: "Sister Fan, I still understand the etiquette when going out."
The woman's eyes were gentle and the corners of her mouth were raised.
Chen Pingan glanced at it and then looked away.
Got it.
The silly boy next to him probably couldn't understand the silent words in his sister Fan's eyes for a while.
A Qi practitioner dressed in snow-white linen clothes came carefree and braved the wind, and there was a loud thunder in the distance, like rolling winter thunder.
After approaching the Bronze Green Lake, the Immortal of the Pi Ma Sect slowed down his sword control. The speed was still not slow, but there was almost no movement, and it was almost silent.
He did not land directly on the bamboo raft, but chose to stand on the shore and wait quietly without speaking, probably because he was afraid of disturbing the fish swimming in Qinglu Lake.
At first glance, he seems to have a good temper.
Chen Pingan was about to put away his fishing rod.
Unexpectedly, the young man smiled and said: "If you still want to fish, just keep fishing. I will leave this bamboo raft to you. I may have to go to Qinglu Town first, and then go back to the Bronze Lake to catch the silver carp. Anyway, you can
There are also small things, and I can teach you a formula for folding and unloading bamboo rafts. It's very simple. You can take it to Qinglu Town later and hand it over to the monks of the Pima Sect."
Chen Ping'an shook his head, "No, I have to go on my way right away. This time I boarded the raft to go fishing, just to relax."
A young man is not willing to force others to accept his kindness.
Returning to the shore together, the young man put away the bamboo raft, saluted the young Jin Dan of the Pima Sect, and said with a bright smile: "Yuan Xuan of Sanlang Temple, I have met Uncle Du."
Du Wensi nodded with a smile, "I guessed that you would be fishing at the Tonglu Lake, so I originally planned to come to you later, but Sect Leader Zhu urged me not to come. Is your great-grandfather in good health now?"
Yuan Xuan laughed and said: "You are tough."
Du Wensi laughed.
Chen Pingan clasped his fists and said goodbye.
When Chen Ping'an and Du Wensi's eyes met, both sides nodded in greeting almost at the same time.
After Chen Ping'an took a few steps, Yuan Xuan caught up with him and said softly: "If you go to Qinglu Town, it's best to take the official road and go around it, but Ansheng. If you want to go faster, you have to go through that big area.
In the savage miasma land where monsters are rampant, each one breaks the earth and becomes the king. They are so courageous that they are collectively called the Six Saints. They join forces to fight against several city lords in the middle of the Ghost Valley. They are very fierce. The city ghosts and this group of monsters,
They often go back and forth to fight, as if fighting on the battlefield. It is said that there is a great demon who specializes in collecting military books and studying the art of war all day long, which is quite funny."
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "I will be more careful. I wish you success in fishing and a good catch of fish, including silver carp and silver carp."
Yuan Xuan nodded vigorously. He had let something slip before, so he simply introduced himself: "My name is Yuan Xuan, and I am a disciple of Sanlang Temple."
Chen Pingan hesitated for a moment and smiled: "My name is Chen Pingan, from Aquarius Continent."
Yuan Xuan chuckled, "Actually, from your accent, I know you are from another continent."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Old Jianghu."
Yuan Xuan was stunned, "Are you serious?"
Chen Ping'an said: "Kind words."
Yuan Xuan laughed heartily and was very happy.
Let’s just say that fishing friends all over the world are one family and there are no bad guys.
I have been fond of fishing since I was a child. Naturally, I was brought out by my great-grandfather who is good at this. My great-grandfather has long said that wise people enjoy water and are fond of fishing, which is even more valuable, because people who are smart and alert are the most difficult to fish.
The mind is fixed, and fishing is all about a fixed word.
The two sides said goodbye.
The master and servant of Yuan Xuan of Sanlang Temple and his party followed Du Wensi along the official road to Qinglu Town.
Chen Pingan went to Tongguan Mountain.
After a while, the mountain-moving apes and mountain-driving dogs over there, especially the former, need to learn more about their copper skin and iron bones.
As for the Sanlang Temple where Yuan Xuan is located, Chen Ping'an already knew about it when he checked out the local customs and customs of Ju Luzhou in Longquan County. The Sanlang Temple is the largest weapons shop in Luzhou, Bei Ju, and has an excellent reputation. It has friends all over the world.
.Of course, the monks of Sanlang Temple are most famous for being very good at fighting.
No wonder.
Young Yuan Xuanhui is so simple and kind-hearted.
Somewhat similar to Old Dragon City Fan Er.
It seems to be similar to Liu Youzhou in Aaizhou who has a Yuantun Mansion on Xuanxuan Mountain.
A Sanlang Temple disciple who could attract the attention of Zhu Quandu, the leader of the Pima Sect, and whom Du Wensi personally welcomed. In his eyes, could those mountain spirits in Guixi Valley be worthy of such terms as "big demon" and "ferocious"?
After all, she was still kindly reminding him of Chen Pingan.
If all children from wealthy families were like this, the world would probably be much more peaceful.
It's a pity that Huang He in Shujian Lake, the prince he met at Daquan Dynasty Border Inn in Tongyezhou, and the prince who failed to kill Chen Ping'an on a snowy night and was killed instead. There are many such powerful children.
Even if you encounter them, you can kill them all, but it seems that you can never kill them cleanly. These things that have followed their own paths and reached high positions will only spring up like bamboo shoots after a rain, one after another, and they will grow again when the spring breeze blows.
There is always more than just the green grass.
Are there too few people like Mr. Qi in the world, or do people like Cui Chen have to exist?
Chen Pingan was walking on a deserted road in the mountains, took off the sword gourd, and took a sip, only to find that it was mountain water, not wine.
Chen Ping'an looked back at his back under the sunlight.
Chen Pingan tiptoed, skimming over the withered yellow thatch, heading straight for Tongguan Mountain.
One of the Six Saints of Ghost Valley, the Mountain-moving Great Sage, was born in Tongguan Mountain. The Mountain-moving Ape's body was tempered to be extremely powerful, and he used a pair of meteor hammers.
Yuan Xuan, who parted ways with Chen Pingan.
When the young man discovered that Du Wensi was a kind elder who didn't talk much, he started to talk more and told Du Wensi all the interesting things he had seen along the way.
During this period, Du Wensi turned his head intentionally or unintentionally and glanced at the back of the young ranger. This young Jindan, who was as famous as Yang Lin in the Mural City in Pima Sect, thought thoughtfully. There was something going on in the Skin City. It was said that there was something going on there.
The Crow Ridge side was severely wounded by a young swordsman. Fan Yunluo almost died under the opponent's sword. It was Pu Chun from Bailong City who intervened to prevent him from causing a bigger disturbance. I don't know how Yuan Xuan got to know this person.
That man didn't look like an impatient monk, so why was he so sharp? It shouldn't have taken long after arriving at Guixiao Valley before he alerted Pu Jian directly? If Pu Jian insists on killing people, no one in Guixiao Valley can stop him, not even the sect leader, but Jing
The Jade Purity Realm Heroic Spirit who is watching the city may not be able to do it either.
Pu Chuan is a particularly ruthless swordsman who kills swordsmen and never shows mercy.
Du Wen thought about the disturbances in recent years and the undercurrents between major cities, and he became a little worried.
In the dark, a storm is coming.
Du Wensi is already considered the Qi practitioner of Pima Sect who pays no attention to secular matters outside of monasticism. Moreover, everyone from the sect leader to his fellow sect members also deliberately told him not to get involved and just break the bottleneck with peace of mind. But now even he is aware of those who are ready to move.
One can imagine how serious the situation in Ghost Valley is.
As for Fan Yunluo from Skinny City claiming to be her adopted brother, Du Wensi felt dumbfounded, and somewhat admired her for being able to figure out such an idea, so he let her go.
The fundamental path of a practitioner is like a mountain. All the worldly things are just passing clouds and mist. The grass and trees on the mountain are withered and flourishing, and the mountain streams are flowing. There is no need to retain them, so there is no need to worry about them.
Chen Pingan walked slowly.
My thoughts wander far away and I can never calm down.
This world may not be as good as we imagine.
But it might not be as bad as we think.
But every "possibility" means accident and eventuality.
Everyone you meet on the road of life may be the dream person that others worry about.
Chen Pingan becomes more and more aware of the mentality of those who do evil.
But he never understood why such people could live well, even better than good people.
Unknowingly, Chen Ping'an's eyes were dark and gloomy.
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The gloom in Chen Pingan's heart quickly dissipated. He actually just felt a little depressed. When he arrived at Tongguan Mountain, not even a mountain-moving ape or a mountain-driving dog could touch him.
It may be that Du Wensi's previous outing in the wind made too much noise and frightened the ghosts and monsters here.
This made Chen Ping'an feel helpless.
If it were normal, the violent orangutan would show up easily as long as it smelled a little bit of human scent.
Chen Ping'an deliberately lingered around, but after a long time passed, even with the cultivation level of an ordinary fifth-level martial artist, he wandered around, but still not a single fish bit the hook.
Chen Pingan had no choice but to rest in a place with a wide view. He planned to stay here for the night. If there was no response after one night, he would give up and continue on his way.
I can’t believe that none of the six holy monsters can be touched after that.
Chen Ping'an lit a bonfire after nightfall, sat there all night, and practiced setting up sword stoves.
I had no choice but to leave Tongguan Mountain.
On Tongguan Mountain, in a secret cave with an extremely foul smell, looking out through a palm-sized hidden window, a silver-backed ape who did not choose to transform into a human form appeared. Although he walked like a human, his face and body shape were different.
With the downy hair on his body, it is still very eye-catching.
It waved, and a short man with sinister features and stern eyes quickly came up behind him. The mountain-moving ape said hoarsely: "Hurry up and report to the great sage moving the mountain and those guests, saying that this guy is really here. It is confirmed that he is the one who makes the skin greasy."
The city fell into a big trap."
The short man was about to leave along an underground passage.
The mountain-moving ape reminded: "Remember to be smart and choose a hidden route. You would rather take a long detour than hit the tip of that man's sword and seek death. It's nothing if your kid dies. If you delay the official business of my family's mountain-moving great sage, I will kill you."
That nest of rats, rats, and grandsons is stewed in one pot."
The man said flatteringly: "I will never miss an important event."
The man walked along the tunnel and walked out of a gap in the stone wall far away from the cave. He jumped forward and recovered his true form. He was a huge black rat as big as a dog, and then he started running wildly.
Birds have bird paths, rats have mouse paths.
This rat spirit looks fat, but in fact it is very strong. It can run through mountains and ridges as fast as thunder. It does not dare to stop at any time and runs all the way.
After leaving the boundary of Tongguan Mountain, the rat spirit suddenly burrowed into the ground and disappeared. After about half a stick of incense, it emerged from the roots of a tree a mile away.
On the way.
But the rat spirit never expected that a stranger was following behind him. The man took off his bamboo hat, the sword fairy and the sword-raising gourd, and then covered his face with a boy's mask.
The rat spirit was already careful enough, but the other party's behavior seemed to be even higher.
At noon, after carefully crossing the border between the jurisdictions of the two great demons, the rat spirit finally arrived at the top of the mountain where the great mountain-moving sage was. After returning to his human form, he was sweating like rain and panting.
Although the six great sages are united and fight against enemies together, there are still quarrels between husbands and wives and brothers. It is not unusual for them to have some conflicts and frictions. It is just that they are suffering from little minions with poor cultivation, often for no reason.
They become the meal of a certain great sage. After all, eating them to a full meal can increase your cultivation level. Especially those half-baked monsters that can't even maintain their human form for too long will lose their lives.
The mountain road is wide open, and the rat spirit has arrived at his own territory. He is full of courage. As soon as he rolls up his sleeves to climb the mountain, he finds a familiar figure walking on the path in the other direction. He is hunched and staggering, like a country man who is unsteady when walking.
The old farmer and the rat spirit were so happy that they ran away and shouted loudly: "Young man, pay homage to our ancestors!"
The old man had a thick hemp rope wrapped around his waist and wore straw sandals. He had an unattractive appearance and squinted his eyes. He seemed to have poor eyesight and poor ears. He tilted his head and asked in a loud voice: "Who are you? What are you talking about?"
The rat spirit stretched out his hand to hold the old man's arm, "It's me. I'm from Tongguan Mountain. I'm still close to my ancestors."
The old man said, "Oh," and did not refuse the rat spirit's attentive support. After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped, sniffed, his eyes widened, and there was no sign of decay and oldness. He looked around.
, said sternly: "Something's wrong, something's wrong, it's human, it must be human! Good guy, he's so sneaky, he hid it so deeply, he almost deceived me."
The rat spirit's legs were trembling and he almost collapsed to the ground.
Do you dare to think that there is a legendary young swordsman hanging behind your butt?
The old man exclaimed, "Run away?"
The old man shouted angrily at his disciple: "You loser! You're being watched and you don't even know it. If the spies sent by those dirty guys destroy our landscape formation, you won't be able to afford the compensation with a hundred lives!"
Rat Jing's legs were completely weak and he sat on the ground with a pale face. Fortunately, he did not forget the business and told him what happened in Tongguan Mountain.
The old man's expression changed.
The half-dead old man in front of me has an extraordinary identity. He is one of the Six Saints and calls himself the Demon Catcher Immortal.
As a spirit, Lao Immortal has a demon-binding rope around his waist. In the demon-binding rope, there are two dragon whiskers from the bronze lake thousand-year-old silver carp. He can capture ordinary monsters and ghosts with ease. Once the enemy is restrained,
, every inch of the skin must be beaten alive, and the bones must be broken into pieces. The old man said that only this kind of meat is chewy, and only the blood that oozes out bit by bit has the smell of wine.
The old man suddenly took off the demon-binding rope and threw it out. It twisted away like a snake and swam around. After a while, lightning flashed back and the old man held it in his hand. "It did run away."
The old man flew into the clouds, stopped wandering on foot, and hurried to the cave opened by the mountain ape.
Dozens of miles away, Chen Ping'an, who looked like a young man, was sneaking quickly through the mountains and forests.
It's not that I gave up because of difficulties, but that I changed my mind temporarily.
I followed the rat spirit to the top of the mountain where the Great Sage Moves the Mountain. I saw a team of spirits from a distance. Five Flowers tied up a big living person. He was a thin and elegant young man in blue. His hands and feet were tied to a rope.
On the bamboo pole, two men with incomplete human form were transformed, carrying the bamboo pole on their shoulders, walking swaying. The poor scholar was so swayed that he was as angry as a gossamer.
The first one is a spirit, who looks like a human, dressed as a Confucian scholar, arty, holding a white fractured fan, with a peach blossom painted on the fan, on the chest
Fan slowly.
There was an old man with a goatee beside him, chatting all the way. They had made a special trip to pick him up. This gentleman with a peach fan was the most trusted and capable man of his summer vacation queen. He could often abduct living people from Tongfu City and give them to him.
The summer queen improved her food.
The old man chuckled and said: "Sir, this is a rare thing among scholars. It must taste very good. How did you catch it? Tell me?"
The fan-wielding monster was quite pleased with himself and said slowly: "After a lot of effort, this stupid young man was sightseeing near Tongstin City, so I went up and chatted with him about some poems, lyrics, and music. We had a great time chatting, and he lied to himself.
Once we step out of the boundaries of Tongfu City, our lady will not get into any trouble, and even if the people in Tongfu City find out afterwards, I won't be held responsible."
The frail scholar said in a trembling voice: "I am the new Jinshi appointed by Tongfu City. You can't eat me. You can't eat me... If the Summer Queen really wants to eat people, I can help. I can help you trick a few more people back.
Mountain woodcutter, or those women who admire my talent, all will be fine..."
The fan-wielding spirit sneered and said, "Can we scholars believe what we say? Look, you just believed me, what's the result?"
The scholar wept silently.
The very strange Bronze Stink City near Qinglu Town is a mixture of fish and dragons, living people and ghosts, and they can still live in peace. Compared with other cities in the Ghost Valley, the Bronze Stink City is the most stable one. There are few fierce ghosts in the area around the Bronze Stink City.
, the rules in the city are also strict, and fighting is prohibited.
This is related to the proximity to Qinglu Town, to be precise, it is related to Zhuquan, the Immortal Master of Guochi.
Moreover, there are more than 20,000 living people in Yangshi, who have taken root here for generations. In the early years, a group of exiled monks whose sects were destroyed fled here. They paid a large sum of immortal money to Tongfen City and were able to thrive. Hundreds of years later, many descendants
So he settled in and outside the city with peace of mind. Later, stragglers continued to gather in Tongfu City, similar to the people near the top of Xianjia Mountain. They coexisted with the ghosts and monsters in the city, and both sides became accustomed to it.
It's just that most of the living people near Tongfu City don't live long, and they are often half a hundred years old, even at an advanced age. However, the secular women in Tongfu City, even if they don't have the slightest qualifications for monasticism, are still beautiful and beautiful, but their appearance is extremely withered.
Soon, after the age of twenty-five, people often show signs of aging, which is regrettable.
Every year, the Bronze Stinky City selects a group of beautiful girls who are about the age of cardamom. After being carefully trained by the nuns, they are sent to other cities to serve as concubines and maids in the powerful Yinwu Mansion as a means of attracting them.
The lord of Tongshi City has a sister who is no less famous than him. On the first and fifteenth day of every month, she likes to throw money around the city, and occasionally there will be one or two summer coins mixed in.
There is also a Jinluan Palace in Tongstin City, with a small court hall. The city lord sealed more than a hundred civil servants and generals at one go. The six government offices are complete, and even though the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs.
A court meeting is held every ten days, which is very formal.
There is also the imperial examination, but there is no provincial examination, only the palace examination. After all, there are only so many people in Tongfu City, and there are very few who are proficient in writing.
The sister of the city lord, she proclaimed herself the official title of "Prime Minister of the Imperial Examination" and was personally responsible for setting and grading the examination papers.
The self-proclaimed "gentleman" held a fan and the old man with a goatee chatted about the lively happenings in the north of the Ghost Valley.
This fan-wielding spirit who traveled far away heard some gossip in Tongfen City. The content was very exaggerated, but it was said that he had a nose and eyes.
He originally planned to show off when he met the Summer Queen, but the mountain road was too long and boring, so he said, "It is said that there are two foreign female nuns who are incredibly beautiful. One of them is most likely a muralist."
The deer-riding goddesses on the other side of the city took a ferry, and they dared to go straight to Jingguan City without knowing their life or death. They were so powerful that no city lord dared to stop them in the early stages. It was not until they approached Jingguan City that one
The city took the initiative to use the heavy weapon to defend the city, and at least one hundred and eighty flying swords flew out."
The goat-bearded old man was shocked and said: "My dear, if it were us, we would have been beaten into sieves long ago."
"Just you? Do you know how much immortal money it consumes every time I use the sword bed to fire? Only our queen would be treated like this."
The fan-wielding spirit laughed and said: "Back to the topic, at this critical moment, I never thought that an ugly-looking flower protector called himself Zhou Fei. As his name suggests, he is quite ugly, but he is very capable, and he casts a big net directly.
It is rumored that the man himself said that the net was made from thousands of snowflakes. In short, he took away the flying swords and made a buzzing sound, like a big bag of mosquitoes and flies.
.The city was unwilling to give in, and the flying swords came again. Guess what?"
One of the minions said carelessly: "Just run away, what else can I do?"
The fan-wielding monster kicked it away and flew it several feet away. Then he said to himself: "The ugly man pulled out another net. It was exactly the same. It was still a magic weapon piled up with fairy money. He also said that he didn't
He is afraid of his ability to make money while lying down. Such a man must be ugly, otherwise I would want to pee on his head."
The demons were in an uproar.
I just felt like I was listening to a book from heaven.
The goat-bearded old man asked softly: "How is the funeral? Is the fighting getting worse in Jingguan City? It would be best if both sides fight to the death and die together."
"Old sheep, you look just like Zhou Fei, but you still want to be beautiful. This is not good, you have to change it."
After the fan-wielding monster ridiculed, he felt a little regretful, "Nothing happened. Many vassal cities in Jingguan City in the north began to enforce martial law. No more leaks came to us in the south. There was only so much news about Tongfen City. Alas, those two
Little lady, it’s probably a sheep in a tiger’s mouth. No matter how powerful that ugly magic weapon is, can it be as high as the cultivation level of the Lord of Jingguan City?”
Chen Pingan followed from a distance.
Some people are puzzled, why did Jiang Shangzhen return to Beiju Luzhou, and join hands with the goddess riding a deer who walked out of the scroll to break into the ghost valley Jingguan City?
Did the Goddess riding a deer turn around and choose Jiang Shangzhen as her master after hitting a wall at the Swinging River Ferry?
As for the other fellow female nun, who is she?
Regardless of these, let alone trying to control it, if Jiang Shangzhen really takes action and entangles Jingguan City, it will be a real fight between gods.
First let’s meet this summer queen.
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Halfway up Baojing Mountain, in a deep stream, Yang Chongxuan was sitting by the water, bored, rubbing his cheeks. He had been waiting here for several years, and he was really a little bored.
After you get the chance, you must go to the north for a walk, preferably on that rugged mountain, and have a few hearty fights with others.
After not showing up for so long, the power of the other pseudonym has been suppressed by many rising stars.
Yang Chongxuan scratched his head again. He was used to being bald in the past few years and was really uncomfortable with it.
Is that prophecy accurate? Although staying here can be regarded as practice, and taking a bath in the water as long as there is nothing to do can refresh the soul, but compared to the time when the volcano's lava was used to temper the body, it is actually much worse.
What's more, his temperament has never been willing to be restrained. If the death order had not been issued by the family, his mother would have brought out filial piety to suppress him. Otherwise, Yang Chongxuan would not be willing to make this trip and leave it to someone who is stable and has a good state of mind.
Not bad. Wouldn't it be better to have a very famous baby brother? Besides, even if I get the Three Mountain Mirror, my family still has to give it to my brother to refine it into my destiny.
It's not that he has any grudges about it, he doesn't think his younger brother is any better, it's just that it's too boring to stay in Baojing Mountain where birds don't shit. This is one of the reasons why the old Xishan fox can jump around and have fun.
Playing can relieve boredom.
Yang Chongxuan casually grabbed a handful of stones from the snow-white cliff, clenched them in his palm, and broke them into many stones, which he gently threw into the water.
He and his famous and promising younger brother just didn't look at each other, but they were far from turning against each other.
He, the older brother, couldn't stand the fact that his younger brother was old-fashioned and nerdy since he was a child. The younger brother, he didn't like his brother getting into trouble everywhere since he was a child.
If the brothers' identities were swapped, there might be a lot less trouble.
His mother had known this before. He accidentally came out of his mother's womb first. As long as he could do it, he would crawl back as soon as possible.
Yang Chongxuan lamented, looked up to the north, and complained loudly: "My dear mother, when will these miserable days end?"
On the other side, a burly young man ran out of the woods. He was leaning on his butt, holding a lot of wild fruits picked from other mountains in his arms, and shouted: "Brother Yang, do you also want to marry your mother?"
Yang Chongxuan held his cheek and was too lazy to speak. He was very tired every day.
The man jumped over the deep stream and landed next to Yang Chongxuan. He handed over a wild fruit and said, "Brother Yang, this thing is crunchy and delicious."
Yang Chongxuan took the wild fruit that looked like a white pear, started to bite it, and said vaguely: "Wei Gaowu, does your sister have a sweetheart in secret?"
It turns out that this burly man holding fruit in his arms is the younger brother of the old Xishan fox, Wei Taizhen, the umbrella-holding fox charm, and Wei Gaowu. As for the two names, naturally they are not the natal names of their siblings.
Wei Gaowu shook his head and said: "Of course not. My sister has a high vision. Look, she doesn't even like you, Brother Yang. I guess my sister is destined to be an old girl who cannot get married in this life."
Yang Chongxuan stopped asking further questions.
This big, stupid guy who looks stupid is used to being bullied among the mountain spirits in the Baojing Mountain area. Even a ghost carrying a flag and patrolling the mountain can yell at him, if he is not serious.
If you are not handsome, you probably have to wash your butt every day.
But Wei Gaowu is actually not stupid.
It can even be said that he is the smartest one in the family of three.
It might not be good for him to be smart enough to guess his sister's final fate.
Wei Gaowu did everything he could do, and didn't do anything he shouldn't.
But he still couldn't change his sister's ending.
Yang Chongxuan was very curious. When the day came, Wei Gaowu would have no choice but to continue pretending to be stupid. Should he try his best? Or should he endure the humiliation and endure the heavy burden, lingering in the Ghost Valley, struggling hard, hoping to avenge himself in the future?
This is also Yang Chongxuan's way of relieving his boredom. It is quite interesting to think about these trivial things about himself and the terrible tragedies of others.
Yang Chongxuan took another wild fruit, wiped it with his tattered sleeve, and asked casually: "What did Fenlang City say?"
Wei Gaowu said with a smile: "Last time after the city lord had a heart-to-heart talk with Brother Yang, I met him at the ruined temple. He praised me as a lucky man for being able to meet a hero like Brother Yang, and invited me to Fenlang.
I’m a guest in the city.”
Yang Chongxuan smiled and said: "This shows that the Lord of Fenlang City is easy to talk to."
Wei Gaowu grinned, "I know, in fact, I am still in the glory of Brother Yang. Otherwise, if the Lord of the City accidentally glanced at me, it would be dirty to his eyes."
Yang Chongxuan asked: "Has anything interesting happened elsewhere recently?"
Wei Gaowu is the one who helps run errands to find out the news. This vixen's courage seems to be smaller than the eye of a needle. He may have never lost his temper in his life, but it is actually quite big. The nearby mountains, Fenlang City, and Lianlan She Town
He dared to go. But of course Wei Gaowu would only come into contact with the ghosts, spirits and wild cultivators at the lowest level of the Ghost Valley. Yang Chongxuan could fully imagine Wei Gaowu's despicable appearance of bowing his head and laughing naively with everyone he interacted with on weekdays.
Wei Gaowu nodded and said: "Yes, I just went to Lanshe Town. I heard that there was a fierce fight over there in Dili Mountain recently. That Brother Yang, Liu Jinglong, who you are particularly annoying, had a very handsome foreign Taoist nun.
, it turned the world upside down in that Dili Mountain."
Yang Chongxuan said: "Liu Jinglong was actually willing to fight with others? And he chose the most public place like Tuli Mountain? How many moves did Liu Jinglong use to kill the opponent?"
Wei Gaowu said softly: "Both sides were injured. Both of them were dying. They fell in a pool of blood and lay there for a long time without being able to get up. In the end, Liu Jinglong narrowly won because he stood up first, and the Taoist nun was a little slower."
Yang Chongxuan frowned.
That Liu Jinglong is more famous than his younger brother.
Everyone in Luzhou, Beiju, is very competitive. No matter whether they are on the mountain or down the mountain, they all like to arrange their seats. Because of this, the fight is even more fierce.
The Taoist Heavenly Lord Xie Shi was outside the ten people on the top of the mountain.
There are also ten young talents including Liu Jinglong, and Yang Chongxuan's younger brother ranks ninth.
Liu Jinglong ranked third.
This person is also known as the land dragon of Luzhou in Beiju, and is one of the ten people who will definitely be on the top of the mountain in the future.
Yang Chongxuan bothered him because during a private sparring match when he was young, he couldn't break the opponent's simple formation.
You know, Liu Jinglong is a sword cultivator, not an array master.
What's more, what makes this guy even more annoying than his brother is that Liu Jinglong likes to reason the most. It's not those high-level mystical theories, but the lowest and simplest ones, so it makes Yang Chongxuan even more internally injured.
Yang Chongxuan smiled and said: "After this battle, the Qionglin Sect earned a lot of money."
Wei Gaowu asked curiously: "Brother Yang, what kind of sect is the Qionglin Sect?"
Yang Chongxuan said: "You must be able to make money in that copper-stinking city in Guixi Valley. If you meet the Qionglin Sect, you have to kneel down and kowtow to acknowledge your ancestors."
Wei Gaowu looked a little dazed, holding the wild fruits honestly, squatting next to Yang Chongxuan, and looking into the distance.
Yang Chongxuan said: "There are mountains outside the mountains, and there is a sky beyond the sky, but the fist is not strong. No matter where you go, Wei Gaowu, you are just the Wei Gaowu of the Ghost Valley. Except for being taller and having the word "gao" in your name, the rest is not tall. There is nothing outside.
It’s so exciting, you might as well stay in the Ghost Valley and hang around.”
Wei Gaowu shouted softly: "Brother Yang."
Yang Chongxuan patted the big man on the shoulder and said, "Go away."
Wei Gaowu sighed heavily, gently put aside the wild fruits in his arms, jumped over the mountain stream, and left. When he reached the edge of the dense forest on the other side, he didn't forget to turn around and wave goodbye.
Yang Chongxuan stretched out his palm, opened his mouth slightly and spat out, and a little scarlet juice the size of a grain of rice came out of his palm. Yang Chongxuan smiled and shook his head, but he was still not smart enough.
You don't even know whether you are a Qi practitioner or a pure martial artist, so you dare to play these little tricks like juggling?
But this Wei Gaowu would definitely not be able to guess the truth even if he was given two chances.
Is he a Qi practitioner?
Is it pure martial arts?
Because Yang Chongxuan is both, and both have extremely high achievements.
This can be attributed to the first battle with Liu Jinglong. At that time, the two were both peers and half-friends.
Liu Jinglong may not have cared about that confrontation, but it made Yang Chongxuan, who had a relaxed temperament, become a different person.
Yang Chongxuan is a pseudonym.
The same goes for "Yang Jinshan" who travels around the world.
It's just that no one cares about the name Yang Chongxuan. It's just that on Luzhou Mountain in Beiju, the ranger Yang Jinshan and his nickname Yang Tuzi are famous, far more famous in the continent than his real name.
His younger brother, who was also born with Taoism, was born with a love for water, while his older brother was born with a love for mountains.
So the Baojingshan family still let him come.
Can you come up with such a fucking bullshit reason?
What is this bottomless water stream in front of me?
Yang Chongxuan clapped his hands and fell backwards. Besides the bastard reason, there was also a mysterious and mysterious explanation.
The younger brother who loves water is very likely to encounter a life-threatening road battle in Baojing Mountain, which will be very dangerous.
Yang Chongxuan was puzzled. In this ghost valley, unless the lord of Jingguan City and that Pu Gugu lost their minds, what danger could his younger brother be in? This younger brother is not a soft persimmon, like a loach, an ordinary Nascent Soul.
, where can we catch him, a guy who is good at saving lives and the best at running away?
Pi Ma Zong Zhuquan is not stupid, and he might even help him protect the two worldly masters Xiao Xuanduguan and Da Yuanyue Temple, and they are not the troublemakers, especially the one from Xiao Xuanduguan
, maybe he will also favor his younger brother. Isn’t it another good relationship, not big or small?
Together with the prophecy and these mythical sayings, they all made him feel boring.
Yang Chongxuan suddenly thought of the young ranger wearing a bamboo hat for no reason.
It can be seen that he and I are actually the same person.
However, Yang Chongxuan had no intention of competing at that time.
The opportunity is coming.
It is better to do less than to do more. This old saying still needs to be listened to.
Could it be this person?
Yang Chongxuan began to think deeply, making secrets with his hands, silently calculating, and deducing something. Although he learned it perfunctorily, he was still better than ordinary experts because he had a family background.
Just a moment later, Yang Chongxuan fell back and began to close his eyes and sleep, "It's none of my business. The sun is high and I'm still sleeping, no matter how sad the world is."
Yang Chongxuan murmured: "I still envy the Fire Dragon Master, who practices both when he is awake and when he is asleep. I don't know if there are any similar immortal magic techniques in the world. If there are, I must steal them and learn them."
A mellow voice sounded next to Yang Chongxuan, "Of course there is. There is a person in Liuxia Continent who can sleep through the night and realize the Tao. Therefore, his practice will be more effective with half the effort. Now this person has come to Beiju Luzhou. If the poor calculation is correct,
It was this person who had the opportunity to get the picture of the Goddess with an Inkstone in the Mural City."
"As for the other person, the cause and effect happened to be related to a certain ancestor of Pindao's lineage, so we know that he was born in the Lizhu Cave of Aquarius Continent, but now he is in Nanbosu Continent, so he can practice in daydreams
Sword, as long as he doesn't die unexpectedly, he will be able to achieve great success. However, sooner or later, there will be a battle between the two of them."
Yang Chongxuan did not open his eyes and said with a smile: "It turns out that the temple master is here. Why are you competing with a junior like me for the opportunity? Isn't this good? It's just a bright mirror that shows the true nature of the monster. Could it be that the old temple master is also here?
It’s pleasing to the eye.”
An old Taoist sat cross-legged near Yang Chongxuan. He didn't need to use any spiritual energy, but with a thought, the mist in the deep stream condensed into a futon.
It was the old temple owner of Xiao Xuandu Temple.
The old Taoist did not answer Yang Chongxuan's somewhat rude question. He just looked into the deep stream and said with emotion: "Looking at this water again, you will still feel that the creation is endless and incredible."
Yang Chongxuan sat up and sighed, "I never thought that one day I would be able to feel at ease because of my family background."
The old Taoist smiled and said: "My parents are great because I am reincarnated. This is not a shameful thing. Why should my little Taoist friend be so worried?"
Yang Chongxuan grinned and said: "Guardian Master, I have agreed in advance, I just ask you not to compete with me for the opportunity of this precious mirror. As for the good things of teaching Taoism and forming a good relationship, my brother may not refuse anyone who comes. As for me,
Bian, Guanzhu, please don’t do it, I won’t accept it.”
The old Taoist laughed heartily, "I think you are better than your brother.
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Yang Chongxuan held the back of his head with both hands, "Just think of it as a compliment."
The largest dynasty in the central part of Luzhou, Beiju, had a Chongxuan Office, which was in charge of many famous temples in Kyoto, Taoist accounts and religious affairs, as well as the genealogy of temples and all monks.
The person in charge of the Chongxuan Department, whose surname is Yang, is not only a national master of a country, but also owns a Yunxiao Palace. His ancestors once produced three monks of the upper five realms, but they have all died in the military.
Yunxiao Palace is a Taoist jungle, similar to the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain.
The power is so great and the foundation is so deep that it is unimaginable.
Among the younger generation, there are two young heroes, a pair of brothers, who were both hailed as born Taoists when they were young.
One was chosen by Heavenly Lord Xie Shi. Because Xie Shi could not accept disciples, young people could not become disciples, but Xie Shi still taught him Taoism. The other one, although he was an elder brother, liked to travel around the world when he was young.
No end in sight. It is said that he was born with double pupils, which not only took advantage of being born early, but also had one more strange phenomenon than his younger brother. He should have been the legitimate future head of the family, but unfortunately his temperament was too loose, and the family's persuasion failed, so he let it go.
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As time went by, the former became vaguely the inevitable candidate to be the next Prime Minister of Chongxuan Bureau. The latter was shrouded in the shadow of his younger brother's huge reputation and became increasingly unknown.
The old Taoist raised his head and looked into the distance, which should be the archway building at the entrance of Guixi Valley. Then he shifted his gaze to the direction of Lanshe Town and said with a smile: "I came here this time to tell you that the opportunity has come."
Yang Chongxuan was unmoved, "Why did the temple master come to tell me this?"
The old Taoist looked solemn and said slowly: "Pindao did a divination earlier, and it turned out to be a divination of good luck for killing people. But good fortune and misfortune depended on each other, which made Pindao a little uneasy. Between the original heart and the great road, something appeared.
A slight flaw. In the end, I gave up my choice to others. At this time, I felt relieved and kept my heart, but also felt disappointed, as if I had missed the opportunity."
Yang Chongxuan sneered and said: "The implication is that the temple master wants to kill someone with a borrowed knife? He is clean and you want me to be the vanguard and take advantage of him? Even if the temple master is hesitant to kill someone, even if I can kill him, the price will be high.
With my little arms and thin legs, can I bear it?"
The old Taoist shook his head, "You are a natural Taoist species that is not among the three lines of Qingming Tianxia. How rare it is. Only a poor Taoist would leave Xiaoxuandu Temple to tell you this."
The old Taoist stood up and said, "Take care of yourself."
Yang Chongxuan suddenly asked: "I don't understand something, and I'd like to see the viewer clear it up."
The old Taoist nodded and said, "But it doesn't matter."
Yang Chongxuan asked: "The people who need to understand the truth the most are the ones who are least willing to listen to the truth. Those who are willing to listen to reason don't need those truths very much. What should I do?"
The old Taoist smiled and said: "This is a question that Confucian disciples should think about again and again. As for you, even thinking about one more thought is a burden. Why bother yourself? There are so many mediocre people in the world who are just enjoying themselves. What are you going to do to wake them up from their sweet dreams?"
? Even scolding you and making noises is considered a good temper. I am petty, but I still treat you as an enemy. In this case, are they stupid or are we stupid? "
Yang Chongxuan laughed dumbly, stood up, shook his sleeves in a serious manner, and for the first time, he bowed his head and said, "Thank you, Master, for clarifying my doubts."
Yang Chongxuan then blurted out something from the bottom of his heart: "Practice on the great road is just about seeking truth."
The old Taoist showed an expression of appreciation, nodded slightly, and disappeared in a flash.
After Yang Chongxuan came to his senses, he spread his hands and clenched his fists, "The strong will clear the way and overcome obstacles, while the weak will blindly follow the situation and accept the situation as it comes."
He rubbed his chin with the palm of his hand. After a while, he held it in for a long time, and it was a bit hard to hold back his laughter.
How could he care about that problem? It was actually the crux of Liu Jinglong's most difficult problems these years.
But the answer given by the old Taoist Xiao Xuandu Guan was unexpected and indeed worthy of a great gift from him.
Returning to Taolin, the old Taoist was not in a hurry to go to the Taoist temple.
Walking under the peach tree, the old Taoist kept raising his head and looking at the sky.
No matter what the reason was, the young ranger declined to come in to have tea, but it was still not the end.
That's why an experienced Taoist would ask his good friend, the old monk, if he wanted to keep that cup of thousand-year-old peach pulp tea.
In fact, why does Xiaoxuan Duguan need an outsider, the old monk, to decide this kind of thing?
But the old monk only said four words at that time. If you say too much, you will be wrong.
This made the old Taoist realize something and immediately became alert.
After finally making a decision, the old Taoist priest returned to the pure state of mind where his heart was still as calm as water. However, the more he reasoned, the more he felt that something was wrong. With his current cultivation level, he was the city lord of Jingguan City in the Ghost Valley. If there was to be a life-and-death fight, he would not care.
As for making him confused in the slightest, the old Taoist used his natal magical power, which he dared to say was the only one in the world. He spent a lot of real energy and completely destroyed Jiazi's cultivation before he could use the ancient gods' ability to look down at the heaven and earth.
Technique, he finally found clues.
The two ends of a line were one on He Xiaoliang who was in Jingguan City, and the other on that young man.
This is strange enough, but what is even more terrifying is the line at the back, starting with He Xiaoliang. The line leaves the Skeleton Beach Ghost Valley and goes straight to the Luzhou Sky Screen in Beiju. It is like a world with another world.
Someone is involved!
This made the old Taoist who already had a pure body sweat profusely after putting away his magical powers.
There was great hatred in my heart.
Who is He Xiaoliang's disciple? Why can a foreign female cultivator from Aquarius Continent rise so quickly in Beiju Luzhou and successfully establish a sect with the full support of Tianjun Xie Shi?! Beiju Luzhou
, as long as you are truly standing on the top of the mountain, who doesn’t know?
The old Taoist looked up angrily, wishing he could kill that world immediately and go to Bai Yujing to ask for an explanation from the headmaster.
Once someone kills someone according to the hexagram, the good fortune may not be false.
But you, Lu Chen, think I'm just a puppet? A dog that goes to other courtyards to wag its tail and beg for mercy?!
Qing Ming Tian Xia.
Bai Yujing.
A young Taoist priest sat lazily on the white jade railing. Under his feet were layers of seas of clouds of different heights, all of which were filled with spiritual energy. He smiled and said: "Both the big and small Xuandu temples have good methods."
Previously, he had been tilting his head, imaginarily twisting a thin string between his fingers, and listened with his ears straight up. The sound was intermittently, very vague, and could not be heard clearly.
Even he was reluctant to touch this thread with his own hands.
At this moment, he sat upright, and with a flick of his finger, he casually broke the thread.
It was just a little trick to follow the clues, and it really wasn't that he had any evil intentions. Now, whether that kid is dead or alive, a blessing or a curse, he doesn't want to wade in the muddy water, but He Xiaoliang has something that she dares to make her own decision.
She was very unhappy. Not to mention her procrastination, she was not aware of the consequences. Therefore, Xiao Xuan Du Guan's calf nose was unjustly killed by Lu Chen. This account should be recorded on the head of Xuan Du Guan in the world.
Go back and wallow in mischief over there. If you don't seek justice for one day, you will curse on the street for one day.
Lu Chen rubbed his chin and muttered to himself: "But this little disciple of mine is really lucky. Before I even made a real move, I almost killed that kid inexplicably."
A young man whose Taoist robes and crowns were neither in the original three lines of the Taoist ancestors came to Lu Chen and asked: "Third senior brother, is there anything new?"
Lu Chen turned around and touched the young man's head, "Junior brother, you must live up to your expectations. Don't let me lose to Qi again. Junior brother holds grudges the most, do you know?"
The young man's smile was stiff. When he saw Lu Chen's playful smile, he immediately turned around and ran away.
But in this world, this White Jade Capital, where can the young man go?
Sure enough, he seemed to be grabbed by the back of a hand and thrown directly into the sea of clouds outside Bai Yujing. Not only that, but all the spiritual energy was also imprisoned by the little senior brother.
Several immortals immediately flew out from all over Bai Yujing, trying to catch this respected new junior uncle.
Lu Chen slapped those immortals one by one and knocked them away.
The young man fell rapidly,
An Ascension Realm monk who was temporarily serving as the young man's guardian gritted his teeth and was about to bravely rush to save people. Did he really want to watch the young man fall to the ground?
Relying purely on the physical body, even if you fall in the Yupu realm, you will be turned into a puddle of flesh.
Those seas of clouds are not ordinary things.
Master Dao Ancestor can naturally save this closed disciple, and so can Master Lu, but wouldn't he, the Taoist protector, become the laughing stock of the whole world?
Lu Chen glanced coldly at the Ascension Realm person.
The latter immediately lost his mind and quickly stood up with his hands tied to steady his mind.
Just when the boy was about to fall to the ground, two large holes were opened in the sky almost at the same time, with a huge and shocking sound.
Then two rainbow lights hit Bai Yujing's side.
Although the two holes quickly filled up on their own.
But in that instant, several shadows quickly flowed into Qing Ming's world, deliberately avoiding Bai Yujing and trying to hide themselves.
Lu Chen had no expression on his face and pointed with his fingers.
In the direction in which the shadows were running wildly, a thousand-foot-tall golden-armored god appeared out of thin air and smashed each of the shadows to pieces.
Lu Chen jumped lightly and was at Bai Yujing's feet in an instant.
The young man hovered in the air one foot above the ground, his hands and feet stiff, and all his thoughts were empty.
Lu Chen knelt down and said slowly: "The protector of the Tao is an external thing, the identity of a Taoist disciple is an external thing, and one's own life and death are still external things."
The boy with sweat on his forehead nodded.
Lu Chen held down the young man's head and pressed it gently. A living Taoist disciple who had closed his doors suddenly turned into a puddle of flesh.
Lu Chen smiled and said, "How can you truly know... if you don't die for real?"
A tall middle-aged Taoist appeared next to Lu Chen. He waved his sleeves and captured all the young man's soul in his sleeves. He frowned and said, "Is this how you treat me as a senior brother?"
Lu Chen smiled and said: "I'm better than you were then."
Gao Daodao shook his head, stamped his feet, stood up from the ground, and went to the highest point of Bai Yujing.
Suddenly, someone strangled Lu Chen's neck with his arm. The gray-faced guy must be short in stature. He had to stand on his heels a little. He was familiar with this Master Lu and asked with a playful smile: "What was the angle of my punch just now?
Are you being naughty? My dick must still be hurting right now."
Lu Chen nodded and said, "The style remains the same."
The man's arm increased its strength, causing Lu Chen's body to lean back slightly. The man narrowed his eyes and asked, "There is an old debt, let's settle it?"
Lu Chen said with a smile: "I won't go to Tianwai Tian. If we fight here, you don't have a sword and you can't hurt me. Besides, there are many fairies in Bai Yujing looking at us right now."
The man then let go of his arm, and Lu Chen patted his sleeves, feeling helpless.
The man faced Bai Yujing high up, stared hard with his eyes wide open, suddenly lowered his head and spat into the palms of his hands, rubbed their palms together, then raised his hands high, stroking his hair from front to back.
He felt that if he had a mirror in his hand right now, it would probably explode on the spot.
He coughed a few times, moistened his throat, and was about to speak.
Lu Chen said helplessly: "No need to introduce yourself, everyone in Bai Yujing knows that your name is A Liang."
The man still introduced himself to the Bai Yujing fairies seriously: "Kind Liang."
Lu Chenxiao asked: "Since you insist on being a swordsman, where is your sword?"
The man asked back: "Does a swordsman have to have a sword?"
He asked himself and answered: "I don't think so."
Lu Chen nodded and said: "There is a chivalrous place in the world, which is where the sword is drawn happily. I know your idea. If it comes true, it will definitely be spectacular."
That man was not tall, and his appearance... In fact, he was just that kind of man. He also stamped his feet and stood up, but instead of going to Bai Yujing to find Tao Er, he opened the sky with his fist and returned to the outer world.
Lu Chen stood with his hands behind his hands and looked up, unwilling to look away for a long time.
There are always some people, whether friends or foes, who make others admire them.
In this regard, this Ah Liang is actually better than himself and Qi Jingchun.
Lu Chen suddenly remembered something and smiled knowingly.
Probably the lady of Qingshenshan in Zhuhai Cave Sky may not think so.
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The summer queen's cave was built in a place called Peiluo Mountain. The mountain is not high, so it is not a very good Feng Shui location.
She was originally the weakest one among the Six Saints, but for some unknown reason, Huoluo Mountain still stood firm in the Ghost Valley.
On the other hand, the Great Sage of Moving Mountains not only has strong soldiers and horses under his command, but his own cultivation level is much higher than hers.
The Mountain-moving Monkey King is a mountain-moving ape with impure blood. Although he is only five hundred years old, with his naturally strong body, he likes to fight with ghosts or Qi practitioners in close quarters.
The extremely tall Nectar Armor is close to him, and he also possesses a pair of powerful meteor hammers, which is even more powerful.
The security at Huoluo Mountain was sparse, and the spirits gathered in twos and threes, busy gambling and not focused on anything else.
However, there are three extremely ingenious chain of mountain and water restrictions in the Peking Mountain. Although it is not a mountain protection formation, as long as an outsider sneaks in rashly, it can easily be triggered and alarm the entire Peking Mountain.
The mansion hangs a plaque with the name "Guanghan Hall". It is made to be magnificent, not cold at all, very festive and wealthy. It must have cost a lot of god's money, and many osmanthus trees were planted inside and outside, but they are not rare and exotic.
Over there in the backyard, a woman with a graceful figure but a bumpy face stood on the steps. She was wearing a graceful and luxurious palace dress. When she saw the scholar hanging on the bamboo pole, her eyes widened.
As soon as she lit up, her cheeks swelled up and down, she wiped her saliva, and laughed so hard that her branches trembled with laughter. Before the fan-wielding monster, who had already prepared her words, could take the credit, she and all the unsightly minions were included.
Drive away.
The bamboo pole was placed on the ground. The scholar's posture was extremely awkward. He was lying on the ground with bruises on his wrists. He spoke with difficulty and said in a trembling voice: "Summer Queen?"
The woman knelt down and reached out to touch the frail scholar's face. Her eyes were blurred and she said: "It's been a long time since I've seen such a handsome man. It's so nice. Little brother, relax, I'm a woman who knows how to care for others. Don't listen.
There are rumors from outside that the summer queen likes stir-fried food and doesn't like steaming. My method of eating people is the most ecstatic. Men will like it very much. My peeling mountain is like a dragon's pond and a tiger's den. I really am your man.
A happy place."
As she spoke, the woman couldn't help but spit out a weird long tongue that was extremely long and wide, and saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth onto the scholar's face.
The scholar wants to cry but has no tears.
He seemed to be frightened and then looked at her blankly.
The summer queen smiled charmingly and said: "What are you looking at? Don't worry, after I help you untie me, you and I will go to the mandarin duck bed together and show you everything."
The scholar said slowly: "You toad, you are not boasting nonsense. You are really a member of the Moon Palace. This trip is worthwhile."
The woman was stunned for a moment.
In an instant, black smoke billowed into the sky, and the evil spirit soared into the sky, shrouding the summer queen. After a burst of rapid and pitiful wails, she soon became silent, leaving only a large pool of blood blooming like flowers on the ground.
After a while, he turned into a scholar squatting on the ground, and the summer queen was lying on the ground, leaving only a pair of bones.
The scholar's mouth was full of blood, but he didn't wipe it off. He burped, stretched out his palm to dip some blood, turned to look at the wall, and asked with a smile: "Have you seen enough excitement?"
Even Chen Ping'an was shocked.
It is not uncommon for spirits and ghosts to harm people, and it is also common for foxes to tease and seduce scholars.
But it was the first time Chen Pingan had seen a "scholar" eat a demon.
Chen Pingan squatted on the wall, with the sword gourd hung again on his waist, and asked: "This summer queen with mediocre cultivation obviously has a big backer, and she is not one of the other big monsters. Are you not afraid at all?"
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The scholar smiled and said, "Don't you happen to be the scapegoat?"
Chen Ping'an also smiled and said: "Can you talk a little bit about the moral principles of the world?"
The lightning flashed out from the sword-raising gourd on the 15th day of the lunar month. Instead of entangling the scholar, it sank directly into the ground.
A wise man learns from every experience. Fan Yunluo's chariot escaped, leaving Chen Ping'an's memory fresh.
Both sides were silent at the same time.
The scholar should be worried about whether the young swordsman's sword would be faster than his own unique escape technique.
Chen Ping'an was afraid that he would run too fast and disappear, so how could he settle the debt?
As for being framed by this guy, it actually doesn't matter. I'll take whatever troubles come later. I came here to practice. It's too comfortable, and Chen Pingan is not used to it. If it doesn't work, just use the golden Shuchi Talisman and use it with the sword.
Immortal, escape from the Ghost Valley for the time being, wait until you find out the general details of the opponent, then go into the Ghost Valley, use the stupid method of cutting the flesh with a blunt knife, slowly grind it out, and see who has more patience. If you can't beat him, run away, and come back again after running away.
Chen Ping'an and the scholar spoke almost at the same time, and then stopped at the same time.
The scholar wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "Tell me first, the Sword Immortal is the one I respect the most in my life."
Chen Ping'an said: "You tell me first, you scholars are more valuable."
The scholar looked surprised, "Is this how we spend our time?"
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "As long as you are happy."
The scholar watched helplessly as a long sword appeared in the guy's hand, he sat down on the ground, waved his sleeves, and the blood was gathered into a ball, lingering around him, spinning slowly, and then he asked tentatively
: "Since you talk about the morality of the world, then I also talk about peace and wealth?"
Chen Pingan asked: "How to make money?"
The scholar pointed to the outside of the high wall and said righteously: "Aren't there five more monsters? Unlike this summer queen who comes from a shabby family, the others all have rich families. We brothers work together, and together we can cut through gold.
Get rid of harm for the people!"
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Okay."
The scholar suddenly cursed: "Thank you sir, you hide your murderous intent well, but your sword just needs a mouth to scream at me, "kill me!"
Chen Pingan narrowed his eyes.
The scholar stood up slowly, his expression indifferent.
Although this was the first time he met this young ranger whose deeds had spread throughout the southern part of Ghost Valley.
Therefore, it is not clear that Chen Ping'an at this moment will make everyone who is familiar with him feel strange, whether he is friend or foe.
But the scholar knows one thing.
This guy has such a murderous intention.
It actually overpowered the sword energy of that sword!
The scholar thought that it would be better to let go and fight.
He kills people and seizes treasures, and finds wealth in danger. He has great luck in gambling and has never lost before!
Chen Ping'an took a deep breath, shook his head, then raised his hand to pat his heart, and said with a bright smile: "Sorry, I'm bleeding."
Set a small goal first, such as remembering in 1 second: Shukeju