Chapter 504 Sword Immortal in the Hand of Sword Immortal
When the man in green shirt grabbed the golden body of the owner of the Zaoxi River canal, the Lord of Cangjun Lake had an angry look on his face, as if he would take action in anger at any time, and even went ashore to fight.m.x
But when the man smashed the golden body of a river god with one punch, Yin Hou, Lord of the Lake, felt calm and his expression was dull. Facing the foreigner who looked like he was riding a horse, Yin Hou raised his hand and put his fingers together.
Two rays of spiritual light, one light gold and one green, condensed like small snakes, entwined on the fingertips, entwined with each other. Yin Hou gently swayed, and the water surface of Cangyun Lake with him as the center was instantly enveloped in mist and green smoke.
A hundred feet of water in a radius.
On the other side of the ferry, not to mention Du Yu from the Ghost Ax Palace, even if Yan Qing turned his energy and looked at it intently, all he could see was a vast expanse of fog. There was no sign of the Lord of the Lake and the many Dragon Palace officials and generals of Cangjun Lake anymore.
The ancestor of Jiabaodong Fairyland seemed to have mastered the master's important treasure. A burst of treasure light loomed, protecting all the fellow monks, and then began to retreat slowly, probably leaving the battlefield completely to the side of Lake Lord Yinhou.
At the edge of the mist, a large pale golden python and a large green snake kept circling, and both sides flew tail-to-tail, like dragons moving clouds and spreading rain, adding to the mist on the lake surface.
Yan Qing only knows that this is one of the natal magical powers of a man who has attained the Great Dao Water God. It is not just a simple blind trick, but a prison similar to a talisman array. Once a monk or a pure martial artist is detained in it, the spiritual energy of the Qi Palace can be consumed respectively.
It is a water grinding method that can be used both offensively and defensively.
Du Yu always stood on the same spot and glanced at the messy ferry in front of him. It collapsed into a mess. Only the ground on the side of the bamboo box and hiking poles was still intact.
The senior is really a genius.
What does this mean? This means that the senior has not yet given his full strength when he puts his foot on the ground.
Yan Qing waved his sleeves and scattered the dust from the ferry.
But her eyes were always fixed on the movement on the other side of Cangjun Lake. The vast formation of water mist with a radius of hundreds of feet suddenly seemed like a fishing net being pulled up by someone, and became only more than ten feet in size, but the mist also followed.
It became thicker and thicker than water, and the golden python and the green giant snake actually crashed into the formation one to the left and the other to the right.
Yan Qing sighed in his heart. After all, it was a battle on Cangjun Lake. The Lord of the Lake, Yin Hou, took advantage of the right time and place. Another confidant, the River God, paid the price with his life to block the man's forward momentum and lost the first move. The fate of that man must have been
It will only get worse and worse. The Lord of Lake Yinhou can stand in the Yinping Kingdom for a thousand years. As the water god, he is on an equal footing with the Lord of the Five Mountains of the country. It is no wonder that the ancestor of the sect would choose the Dragon Palace as the end of the trip to the city.
A place to stay.
Yan Qing glanced at Du Yu and saw a calm expression on his face.
Du Yu noticed Yan Qing's gaze and turned around with a smile, "A small pond cannot trap my brother Chen who can turn the world upside down with just a sneeze."
Yan Qing laughed endlessly.
Let’s see if you can still say this disgusting flattery after the war ends.
The monks of Baodong Fairyland have withdrawn from the battlefield more than a hundred feet away. The founder Fan Weiran still has not put away the magical power of the mountain-protecting treasure. I saw golden light overflowing from the golden crown on the top of the old woman's head, shining in all directions. A man appeared next to the old woman.
Like the female official in heaven on the hanging statue, her face is blurred, she is covered in golden light, and her figure is graceful. This ethereal golden maid's sleeves are fluttering, and she stretches out her hand to hold up a fairy canopy to protect all the Baodong fairyland monks. Fan Weiran is at his feet.
The lake has frozen, creating a temporary ferry for people to stand on.
Yan Qing breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that the Patriarch has no intention of getting involved in tonight's fight.
The Lord of the Lake, Marquis Yin, was still standing where he was, but the two remaining river gods had already led the people away. Looking at the direction, they were heading home. The owner of the Shaoxi Canal was also pardoned, and seemed to be a blessing in disguise.
With a face that couldn't be concealed, he used his magical power to turn into a cloud of water mist, quickly heading towards his Shaoxi Canal.
Yan Qing knew full well that this was Cangyun Lake's intention to mobilize troops and massacre the man.
Marquis Yin still had that leisurely air and smiled slightly at Yan Qing.
Yan Qing turned a blind eye.
Strange phenomena occurred on the lake.
A golden thread suddenly appeared in the formation cage covering the lake, and then the water formation exploded, melting into the lake like ice melting into water.
The guest in green shirt held his back with one hand, and also put his fingers together, facing Yin Hou, Lord of the Lake, with his back to the ferry.
The man pinched a piece of golden fairy treasure between his fingers, and it only burned half of it.
Yan Qing was puzzled.
Just a barrier breaking charm?
Is there such a powerful barrier-breaking talisman in the world?
Not only did this break the Lake Lord Yin Hou's formation, but from the direction of Yan Qing and Du Yu's ferry, he also saw the man's hand behind his back, clenching his fist lightly, and revealing two small snakes, one light gold, one green.
's tail.
Yin Hou, Lord of the Lake, was not surprised at all when he saw the vision. He smiled and said, "What does this foreign immortal think of the appetizers served by Cangjun Lake for guests?"
Chen Ping'an looked around. The two river gods and the owner of the Shaoxi canal should have returned to their respective jurisdictions. Starting from the sources of the three rivers, they continued to build momentum downstream to help the lake master set up a real killing array.
If he hadn't noticed the movement outside, Chen Ping'an wouldn't have minded staying in the formation, just enjoying the cool air and admiring the moon. After all, the two water-carrying snakes and pythons owned by Yin Hou, Lord of the Lake, were not the masters of the Shaoxi Canal after their small training.
I took out four taels of shabby handicrafts containing the essence of water transport. After weighing them, I found that they weighed at least one kilogram each. They were worthy of being the king of a lake, and their heritage was far beyond that of the small canal owner He Po.
Chen Ping'an temporarily gave up his plan to completely refine the two water-traveling snakes and pythons. The two gleams of light in his hands behind his back disappeared in an instant, and he was detained outside the gate of Shuifu Mansion.
If he really had a backhand plan to cause his body, mind and soul to suffer a little, considering the ability of the Lord of the Lake Yinhou, Chen Ping'an would be in trouble.
In the Small Heaven and Earth Qi Mansion of the human body, two water snakes and pythons were entrenched outside the gate of the Water Mansion, shivering.
A fire dragon came madly, raised its head high, and coldly looked down at these two bastards who were inferior to ants. It gently rubbed the ground with one of its claws. If they didn't carry a familiar refining aura, it would have struck down with one claw.
, and it’s gone.
The gate of Shuifu opened instantly and then closed suddenly.
It turned out that two boys in green picked up the golden python, and the green snake ran away.
The fire dragon manifested by the warrior's pure energy moved its huge body, turned around slowly, and left leisurely.
The Lord of the Lake, Yinhou, opened his palm and found a fragment of the golden body, which was all the relics of the Muhan River God after his death.
There was also a bigger piece. After the first punch, the two golden body fragments scattered and spattered out. The one the size of a thumb had been snatched into the sleeve of the man in green shirt. If Yin Hou hadn't grabbed it quickly, this piece would have been lost.
The essence of the golden body may also become that person's bag.
Yin Hou shook his head slightly and sighed. Although this Muhan River God had the lowest combat power among the three river gods, he was the most loyal. It was early for him to follow him. He had both the qualifications of the master of Shaoxi River and the ability of Zao Zao.
It's a pity that the owner of the creek, who was kind and considerate, died like this. It's even more pity that he was left with only such a golden body fragment after his death. If he added the slightly larger one, he might be able to increase his cultivation by a hundred years.
.
The fragment of the golden body sank into the palm of Yin Hou's hand, and he planned to slowly refine it after the battle. This was an unexpected surprise.
The death of a so-called general under his command is nothing. He can just go back and ask the Emperor of Ping State for a royal decree. Anyway, the right-hand man of the River God is already ready to make a move. He has been coveting the position of the River God for a day or two. Otherwise, he
Where did those extra rare treasures in my daughter’s boudoir come from?
This Mu Hanhe River God has secretly kept two beautiful maids with good qualifications in the past hundred years. If the Dragon Palace really wants to care about them, it would not be a pity to die. However, he is a generous Lord of the Lake and does not want to
It just chilled the hearts of all the soldiers.
Chen Ping'an glanced at the monks in Baodong Immortal Realm further away. It was clear that he wanted to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight. In fact, he was a little helpless. It seemed that he wanted to make a lot of money, but he was a little hung up. How come these genealogy masters are nowhere to be seen?
Do you have a chivalrous heart and draw a sword to help? They say people are soft-spoken. You just exchanged glasses at the Dragon Palace banquet, and now you are turning your back on them? I just threw a few magic weapons here to test my skills. Isn’t it hard for you?
Chen Ping'an didn't want to be too hostile towards this group of immortal monks.
Cangjun Lake is different.
The landscape god takes the initiative to do evil and causes trouble, and the Taoist monks do no good and ignore the world. They are two completely different situations.
Seeing that the man had made no movement, Yinhou, Lord of the Lake, asked, "Do you want to be kind?"
Chen Pingan replied: "Waiting for the main course to be served."
Yin Hou laughed loudly, "Okay, okay, so refreshing!"
Chen Pingan narrowed his eyes.
Sitting in the Cangjun Lake for thousands of years of water transport, the jurisdiction is as big as those small vassal states in Luzhou, Beiju. I must have been looking at the world with such a smile for so many years? After becoming a master, becoming a righteous person, and practicing the water god method, you will be like this in this life.
Haven't shed tears yet?
There were no ripples on the lake.
There was a green figure in front of Cangjun Lake Lord.
Yin Hou, who was wearing a luxurious purple dragon robe, hesitated for a moment and did not choose to dodge, intending to test the strength of the "Sword Immortal"'s fist in front of him.
Stretch out a hand in front of you.
That "colorful purple" dragon robe is a robe that the Lake Lord spent a lot of immortal money to carefully refine. It is a genuine magic weapon. It is placed in Huangyue City and Baodong Fairyland. It is a first-class fairy treasure.
The so-called family fortune of the Immortal Family depends on how many magic weapons the sect has. He, the Lord of the Lake, and the righteous gods of the mountains, hold in their hands a few orthodox gods who can arbitrarily arrange the positions of their confidants.
What a heavy force.
A swimming dragon on the robe collapsed on the spot.
Yinhou, Lord of the Lake, took advantage of the situation and slid backward a few feet.
Could it be that he is a great master of martial arts in the Golden Body Realm? The so-called identity of the Sword Immortal is just a cover-up used to spread suspicion at Narcissus Temple?
However, Yin Hou's face remained unchanged. He raised his hand again and received another punch. This time, two water-transported dragons exploded on his body. But what is a robe? This purple robe is the dragon born from those spiritual energies. It can
Gathering and dispersing at will, even if one or two magic robes are temporarily broken, the dragon can still be like that god? Without damaging the foundation of the avenue, he can instantly reshape the golden body. If it is only the power of these two punches, Yin Hou is sure to let
This person has punched more than a hundred times. When the time comes, we will see whether his robe is more magical or whether your breath of pure Qi is more lasting.
The third punch has arrived.
The robe simultaneously exploded two dragons wandering on the sleeves.
Yin Hou looked a little solemn.
He was about to consider whether to use his magical power to escape. After all, instead of teasing the other party like this, the two rivers and one canal were already established. The three golden gods? were about to pour water into Cangjun Lake. There was no need for him, who was as noble as a human emperor.
The Lake Lord personally took part in the danger. If he didn't want to show off his charm as the Lake Lord in front of the fairy Yan Qing, it would be difficult for this person to get close to him on the surface of Cangjun Lake.
Yin Hou, who had been hovering a few feet above the lake, was knocked back by a punch. He stepped quietly into the lake and smiled slightly, full of sarcasm.
Another punch comes.
A piece of ice sculptured statue of Lake Lord suddenly shattered.
The Lord of the Lake, Yinhou, stood in the water a few feet away from the lake. He clasped his hands behind his back, shook his wrists, and stretched his muscles. He was really a pure martial artist. No wonder he dared to do whatever he wanted, and randomly killed his own canal owner.
god.
Yin Hou's waist felt like a heavy hammer, and his fist tilted upward, causing the Lake Lord to break through the water and fly into the air.
Fortunately, only six dragons on the purple robe were broken.
If all nine dragons collapse at the same time, the robe will be temporarily useless.
This is similar to the magic weapon Chenglujia transformed into the most precious armor of military strategists.
A blow to the head.
A sound like a bell sounded in the air.
As soon as Yin Hou left Cangyun Lake, he crashed into the lake again.
Although Yin Hou, Lord of the Lake, was not physically damaged, he felt that these two punches were a great humiliation in his life.
Then under the lake.
Like a series of dull winter thunders erupting under the water of Cangjun Lake.
The lake is turbulent.
But when the big waves approached the golden maid holding the canopy, they seemed to be blocked by the high wall of the city and turned into powder. The waves were layer upon layer, blocked by the layer of golden light, like countless snow-white pearls flicking around.
Fan Weiran smiled and said: "Go ashore and watch the battle."
The ice beneath the feet carrying everyone was suspended in the air, and they were heading to the ferry at lightning speed.
The old woman said that she existed as one and the same in Baodong Wonderland, and no monk had any objections at the moment.
Only the weird-tempered Second Ancestor, who was Fairy Yan Qing’s teaching mentor, dared to contradict Fan Weiran.
As the ice approached the ferry, without Fan Weiran's spiritual energy to control it, it suddenly dissipated and turned into water into the lake.
The monk floated to the ground together with the founder Fan Weiran, and came to the almost ruined ferry.
After the group of immortal masters approached the ferry, Du Yu gritted his teeth, tiptoed, and rushed to the bookcase and hiking stick, holding down the handle of the knife at his waist.
Fan Weiran just glanced at this young soldier from the Ghost Ax Palace and led others to pass him by.
The golden woman who was holding up the treasure cover seemed to have the same intention and also glanced at Du Yu.
Du Yu's teeth were chattering, and he stood tensely next to the hiking pole, motionless.
This tall old woman is the second highest ranking monk among the monks on the mountain from dozens of countries.
Moreover, his strength is almost the same as that of the city lord of Huangyue City who holds the first position.
Furthermore, Fan Weiran is famous for her bad temper. In the early years before she became the master of the Baodong Fairyland Sect, as long as she led a team to travel down the mountain, there would never be a time when several monks were not killed. As for the unlucky martial arts warriors,
, there are so many people, and Fan Weiran also likes to kill his enemies. Once, there was a master of the Six Realms Jianghu who provoked a disciple traveling in Baodong Wonderland. Fan Weiran came to him and knocked him to the ground with a magic weapon. The old woman stood next to that guy.
, stepped on it one foot after another, from feet to head, trampling it into a puddle of flesh.
Fan Weiran raised his finger and lightly tapped the golden crown on his head. All the golden light flowed back to the golden crown, and the golden maid and the canopy in his hand disappeared.
Yan Qing bowed and said: "Yan Qing pays homage to the Patriarch."
Fan Weiran looked kind and poked Yan Qing's forehead gently with his finger, feigning anger and saying: "You little girl are so bold, you dare to go with such a vicious foreigner."
Yan Qing was speechless and stood with his hands tied.
Fan Weiran turned around and looked at Cangjun Lake, telling Yan Qing with the ripples in the lake in his heart, "The show is about to begin. To be able to beat Marquis Yin to such an extent that his illusion of the human body was completely destroyed, and his true body appeared, he must be a master of the Golden Body Realm.
It's rare. The martial arts world in the dozens of countries under the mountain has not seen the legendary golden warrior for two hundred years. Yan Yatou, when fighting with this person, you must be careful. Don't be approached. Don't follow the example of blindly trusting others.
The Lord of the Lake, Marquis Yin, will suffer a loss. Isn't it stupid to leave the magic and magical weapons aside and compete with that warrior with bare hands for strength?"
Yan Qing nodded.
Fan Weiran added: "What's more, that Lake Lord is born with a strong physical body. He is not comparable to us Qi practitioners. He is a beast, with rough skin and thick flesh."
Suddenly, a huge python with a length of one hundred feet appeared on the lake. It had already sprouted four claws, raised its head high, opened its big mouth, and spit out a pillar of green light towards the lake.
A figure in a green shirt raised a palm and blocked the powerful beam of light.
That gorgeous picture is like the bright moon rising on the sea.
Yan Qing silently took in the picture.
Fan Weiran sneered and said: "A golden body warrior, fighting against a golden god? Not bad, not bad. It's a worthwhile trip."
At the same time, where the two rivers and one canal entered the lake, three water dragons of tens of feet appeared at the same time. The two yellow water dragons were larger, and the dark black water dragon was the most petite and exquisite.
Only the eyes of the three water dragons controlled by the golden bodies of the water gods showed a faint golden color.
Not only did the three water dragons rush to help, the entire large and small water veins under the jurisdiction of Cangyun Lake began to tremble and twist, being used by the Lord of the Lake Yinhou and the three golden gods of Yiqu and Two Rivers.
Tonight on Cangyun Lake, there is real flooding and huge waves.
The magnificent battlefield continued to move away from the ferry and moved towards the center of Cangjun Lake.
A female cultivator, a direct disciple of Fan Weiran, laughed softly and said: "Master, this guy is very knowledgeable. He was afraid that the water would splash even a little bit on Master, so he ran away on his own."
Another tall male monk echoed: "Those who know the current affairs are heroes. We have completely angered Lord Yin of Lake. Life and death are uncertain. If we continue to enmity with our ancestors, we will seek death."
Du Yu, who has a thorn on his back, is like a wooden pestle at the front of the ferry.
It looks more like a hiking stick than that green hiking stick.
An unattainable fairy, Yan Qing, can make Du Yu and Ghost Ax Palace go around in circles, let alone a mountain monk like Fan Weiran who has invincible magic skills.
The old woman stepped on the top of the Ghost Ax Palace, which was the real top of the mountain.
Fan Weiran turned his head and said with a smile: "Yan Yatou, don't be restrained, just step forward."
Yan Qing, who abides by the dignity of his master and his superiority in seniority, took a step forward and stood side by side with his ancestor.
The old woman Fan Weiran looked happy, but in fact she was not as relaxed as she appeared.
There are some things, even if the cultivation level of Lake Lord Yin Hou is not low, as long as he does not stand in that position, he will still be blind.
The old woman raised her head and looked into the night.
Only he and Ye Han, the lord of Huangyue City, could see the strange light of the scales and half claws.
Therefore, the junior sister has always been worried that she will have a grudge against Yan Qing, her favorite disciple, and may even secretly hinder Yan Qing's climb to the great road. Therefore, guarding against her senior sister is like guarding against thieves.
Fan Weiran found it a bit funny.
A young girl with a charming appearance suddenly whispered: "Grandma Grandma, that person seems to be just practicing boxing, deliberately using those snakes and pythons to temper his body."
Fan Weiran waved, and the girl jumped up to the old woman, raised her head, and said innocently: "Really, Grandma, I won't lie to you."
The tall Fan Weiran bent down slightly and rubbed the little girl's head. The old woman lowered her head and stared into her beautiful eyes with a light flow of light. She smiled and said: "My Cui girl is very talented and quite good. She will grow up in the future."
Now, maybe I can be like you, Aunt Yan, and have a great future. If I go down the mountain to practice, no matter where I go, I will be a fairy daughter that attracts everyone's attention."
Yan Qing smiled slightly at the girl.
The girl glanced at Yan Qing, tangled her hands together, lowered her head, and said embarrassedly: "I'm not as good-looking as Senior Aunt Yan."
Fan Weiran laughed loudly.
The girl became more and more shy.
Yan Qing gently pinched the girl's ear.
This was a rare act of intimacy shown by Yan Qing.
After Fan Weiran smiled, he looked at Cangjun Lake from a distance, with a solemn look on his face, and said in a deep voice: "In that case, we have to make a careful calculation."
The signs of decline of a sect often begin with the lack of success.
In this regard, Huangyue City is not bad, after all, there is a He Luzheng scene, but my own Baodong Wonderland is better.
In addition to Yan Qing, this Cui girl, plus my eldest disciple who has been in seclusion for ten years, will be the pillars of Baodong Wonderland in the future.
Yan Qing was shocked.
Why did Patriarch Fan, who had already made up his mind to sit on the sidelines when he was clearly hiding his clumsiness, become murderous?
On Cangjun Lake, an island was plowed into a huge ravine by the snake python, the true form of the lake lord Yinhou, with its big tail.
Wearing a green shirt, he only punched away the enemy every time.
There is more than enough self-preservation, but the offensive is weak.
Seeing that he had no power to fight back, he smashed the golden back of Muhan River God with one punch, and then forced the Lord of the Lake to show up in his true form. It should be that he was exhausted in one go.
This caused the three water dragons in the two rivers and one canal, which were originally hidden, to fight more and more vigorously, and all of them became fierce.
In the distance of Cangjun Lake, the cry of Yin Hou, Lord of the Lake, sounded, "Old Ancestor Fan, as long as you help me kill this beast, I will give that purple robe to Baodong Wonderland!"
Fan Weiran smiled and said nothing.
Yan Qing raised his eyes and looked around. Even though he was running the formula and controlling the spiritual energy of the Qi Palace, making a pair of eyes emit purple light, which already showed the "sun and moon shining on the furnace, purple smoke appears in the eyes" atmosphere, Yan Qing still couldn't see.
It wasn't very clear. After all, the battlefield was still too far away from the ferry, and she could only see the thrashing shadow of the snake and python.
Although Cui Yatou is born with the ability to see some mysterious and mysterious truths, Yan Qing still doesn't dare to believe that a legendary golden body warrior can face several gods in the realm of Lake Lord Yinhou?
He was surrounded and attacked with all his strength, but he was still able to handle it with ease. If the two sides went ashore to fight, the God of Cangjun Lake? Without that favorable location, Yan Qing would be a little bit more convinced.
What's more, for a pure martial artist, if his true energy is exhausted and falls, as long as he is not given a chance to breathe at will, it will almost be a bleak ending that will inevitably lead to death.
How long have the two sides been fighting?
Or is it that the physique of a martial artist in the Golden Body realm not only has a breath of true energy that lasts as long as a river, but also has truly reached the Buddhist realm of an undefeated Golden Body, and can easily withstand the joint offensive of the Lord of the Lake and the three water dragons?
In the distance, the voice of the Lord of the Lake, Yin Hou, was like thunderous thunder, coming from the ferry, "Fan Weiran! I will add another river god of Muhan River and give it to you Baodong Wonderland!"
Fan Weiran said loudly: "If I hadn't been blinded by old age, it seems that the owner of Zaoxi Channel would also be dead?"
On Cangjun Lake, except for the earth-shattering huge waves, no words came from Yin Hou, the Lord of the Lake.
Although Yan Qing ignores the worldly affairs, the territory under the jurisdiction of Cangjun Lake only has three rivers and two canals as vassals. Handing over a river god is already considered sincerity. If he takes out another Zaoxi canal water god, plus Shao peony.
The creek canal was already abandoned, but if Yin Hou, Lord of the Lake, really agreed, it would be a thorn in his side, a thorn in his flesh, one canal and one river, two orthodox gods of the Yinping Kingdom? With Baodong Wonderland as his backing, Hu
Jun Yinhou has completely lost the right to kill at will. How can he allow others to snore on the side of the bed? Lake Jun Yinhou naturally understands this truth, not to mention that it involves the fundamentals of the road and divides up a lot of the landscape and fortune of Cangyun Lake.
, Yan Qing would never agree hastily.
Yan Qing asked from the bottom of his heart: "Ancestor, do you really want to win two Cangjun Lake Water God positions in one go?"
Fan Weiran smiled and said: "If you don't raise the price like this, even if Marquis Yin obediently surrenders the throne of Mu Hanhe, he will still be very angry. With Yin Marquis's power and skills, he will definitely suppress the Xinhe God and turn him into a useless person.
We in Baodong Wonderland don’t have that much free time. We listen to the complaints of our own river god from another country every day. Should we care or ignore it when the time comes?”
Yan Qing nodded and said: "Ancestor has a far-sighted vision."
Fan Weiran grabbed Yan Qing's slender jade hand, which was as white as a lotus root. The old woman held it with one hand and patted the back of the hand with the other. She said with emotion: "Girl Yan, you have heard and understood these common things. Forget it. You just need to feel at ease."
Practice, cultivate your spiritual potential and realize the great road."
Yan Qing hummed.
Fan Weiran let go of his hand and said confidently: "Maybe the harvest will be better than what I expected."
as expected.
Less than half a stick of incense was burned, Lord Yinhou of the Lake said loudly again: "Old Ancestor Fan, I will give you the position of the master of the Zaoxi Canal! If you don't agree again, if you continue to push the envelope, Cangyun Lake and you Baodong Wonderland monks will not be able to compete with each other in the future.
There is no friendship at all!"
This time, his voice was no longer as calm as before, his teeth were gritted, and he was obviously a little angry.
Fan Weiran smiled slightly and whispered to Yan Qing: "How?"
Yan Qing looked complicated and said softly: "Ancestor, be careful."
"Yan Yatou, you probably don't know how the last golden body warrior died in the history of dozens of countries. When you return to the master's door, you can ask your master. That's how my junior sister and the lord of Huangyue City became famous.
battle."
Fan Weiran laughed and turned into a rainbow and flew away.
Yan Qing frowned.
Du Yu still stood there obediently, silently praying to God and worshiping Buddha in his heart.
When the rainbow hung over his head and headed towards Cangjun Lake, Du Yu felt that it was of little use. However, if he had three sticks of incense on hand, Du Yu would really stick them on the ground.
On a small island that was almost flattened.
The huge true body of the Lord of the Lake, Marquis Yin, slowly swam around the island.
The water dragons controlled by the golden bodies of the two river gods were already red-eyed, and they were frantically chasing down the cyan figure on the island.
As for the inky black water dragon controlled by the owner of the Shaoxi Canal, it is floating on the lake outside the island. The skin of the canal owner hidden in the Dragon Palace is teetering on a futon. The owner of the Shaoxi Canal has a white face and only feels that
The bones will be broken.
The two river gods nearby stood on the futon, closing their eyes and concentrating. Golden light flowed through their bodies, and the water-carrying aura of the Dragon Palace continued to pour into their golden bodies.
It's just that the skin is here so that the water tower can absorb the abundant water transport of the Dragon Palace. The real golden bodies of the three river water gods have been completely integrated into the three water dragons.
A water dragon hit the man in green shirt with its huge head.
But a palm pressed against his head, preventing him from moving forward at all.
The man smiled and said: "Are you a little tired? Then let me do it instead?"
Chen Pingan twisted out a piece of the Jade Clear Light Talisman secretly made by Yunxiao Palace of Chongxuan Department. He had already finished reciting the formula silently and threw it into the sky.
Shine brightly.
What if the sun shines one day? It lingers inside?/
Since there was no deliberate pursuit of a wide scope, the detention of this island became even more solid and indestructible.
This water dragon, incarnated as a river god, wanted to shake its head and retreat.
The palm that was standing upright against the head's attack followed the green-robed man's step on the ground, gently twisted, and moved forward with the hand knife.
A line was drawn, and the water dragon, which was dominated by the golden body of the river god, was disemboweled from the head all the way.
When the man stood still, a slightly larger golden body fragment appeared in his hand.
The skin of the River God that transformed into a human form in the Dragon Palace suddenly withered and turned into ashes.
The other water dragon was confused at first, and then ran away crazily. But when it hit the dazzling wall, its head suddenly shattered with several cracks. It endured the severe pain and tried to dig away.
After drilling through the mountainous base of the island, once you get close to the water, you have a chance to escape.
But the next moment, as if it had been hit hard on the head, it slid forward close to the island's ground, forcibly opening a deep ditch for the water dragon.
The man in green shirt who came to the top of the faucet with a sword and punched it down.
The entire island shuddered, splashing countless dust, and the lake water that was originally turbulent against the shore started to ripple in the opposite direction.
Another fragment of the River God's golden body was held in the man's hand.
Take another look.
The Lord of the Lake, Marquis Yin, disappeared unexpectedly.
This is normal. It is just a small means to defeat each one. If the Lake Lord breaks into the range of the talisman array, does he still have a more valuable talisman in his sleeve? Wait, he just gave Cangyun Lake a main dish.
From the corner of his eye, Chen Pingan caught a glimpse of the little ink-colored water dragon floating on the lake, pretending to be dead. It swung its tail and crashed into the lake, causing a large splash of water.
Chen Pingan swatted the sword gourd, and flew away with the flying sword fifteen.
Chen Ping'an looked towards a place, which was the direction in which the Lord of the Lake, Yin Hou, was escaping.
The sword on the back unsheathed itself by two or three inches.
Chen Pingan squinted his eyes, looked at the thick sea of clouds that were constantly accumulating, and said in a deep voice: "Go back!"
The sword fairy returned to the sheath with a clanging sound.
There seems to be some resentment.
Chen Ping'an swayed slightly backward, but he didn't care about the sword for the time being.
Chen Pingan stretched out his hand and grabbed the Yuqing Light Talisman in his hand. Most of the Immortal Talisman? This is the problem. It is difficult to open the door and close the door. Once the Talisman is opened, he can only watch and let the light of the Talisman disperse between the world.
, the monks can only slow down the fragmentation of the talisman and the loss of spiritual energy, but they cannot completely stop the burning of a talisman. However, after closing the door of this talisman, even if it has become a mansion with leakage from all sides, as long as it is not
If you use it again, it shouldn't be difficult to survive for ten days.
The Lord of Cangjun Lake has his own way to get him to go ashore obediently and do business with him, but it will take a little time. But the greater possibility is that he will take the initiative to go ashore. The bad guys who live longer will climb higher. , often not stupid, this is a very helpless thing.
As for Feijian Fifteen, he was just following the owner of the Shaoxi Canal, not seeking to kill the enemy.
If you know the general location of the Dragon Palace at the bottom of the lake, the cost of doing business will be greater.
Chen Ping'an turned his head and looked into the sky, and asked with a smile: "What are you doing here, grandma? Are you afraid that I can't swim and can't return to the ferry?"
Ancestor Fan Weiran was filled with rage. The Lord of the Lake, Marquis Yin, actually ran away on his own and took the blame for the vat! If he hadn't sensed that he was about to arrive, this unfathomable young man would never have stopped temporarily and given up on chasing Yin Marquis. .
Well, I dared to threaten to fight against the monks of Baodong Immortal Realm before. In the next hundred years, I will see whether it is the depth of your Cangjun Lake or the magic skills of our disciples from Baodong Immortal Realm. It just so happens that my junior sister is already doomed. There is no hope of breaking through, so let her bring people here to confront you Cangjun Lake monsters for a hundred years!
Looking at the young man who was talking politely, he put one hand in his sleeve and twisted the terrifying talisman between his two fingers, just revealing a little golden light.
Fan Weiran hovered in the wind at the junction of the island and Cangjun Lake, glanced at the vermilion wine bottle hanging on the man's waist, and said with a smile: "He is really a swordsman, and he is so young, it is really surprising. "
Chen Pingan took off the sword gourd, took a sip of water, wiped his mouth, and said with a smile: "My brother Du Yu, along the way, he talked about a lot of dirty things about Cangjun Lake. When it comes to your Baodong Wonderland, it's really... I sincerely respect and admire you, so I won’t argue with you about tonight’s matter. Otherwise, you would have to spend money to watch such a good show."
Fan Weiran sneered in his heart.
Suddenly, he found that the man was staring at him, and he said slowly: "So please get out."
Fan Weiran's face was gloomy, his sleeves were bulging, and he was making a hunting sound.
Fan Weiran suddenly smiled and said, "The days are long, and I wish this little foreign swordsman a safe journey all the way. If you like, you can visit our Baodong Wonderland as a guest."
Then the man asked a strange question: "Is your ancestral hall very solid?"
Fan Weiran somehow understood that this was not a good thing to say, but once she had made up her mind, she no longer had any hesitation and said with a smile: "In the future, the little sword fairy will know it as soon as he sees it."
The old woman rode the wind back to the ferry.
Chen Pingan raised his head and glanced at the dark sea of clouds that had not yet dispersed.
Except for the physical collision of the Lord of the Lake Yinhou, which was just fine, the collision of the other three water dragons really did not benefit the body at all.
Chen Ping'an left his sword gourd aside and stood for a moment. Then he tiptoed and jumped out of the island boundary, stepping on the water of Cangjun Lake. His body turned into a wisp of green smoke, and the dragonfly touched the water again and again, heading for the ferry.
When Chen Pingan jumped onto the ferry, the old woman and the monks from Baodong Wonderland had already left.
Du Yu still wore the nectar armor of the god, held a knife in one hand, and stood there holding the bamboo box, bamboo hat and hiking stick as the door god.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "You are so loyal?"
Du Yu wiped his face fiercely. The whole face was a little stiff due to the wind and rain. After wiping it, he winked, rubbed his hands together, and smiled brightly.
It's not that he didn't want to say a few flattering words, but Du Yu racked his brains and couldn't come up with a beautiful word to suit the occasion. He felt that the good words in his manuscript were not worthy of the peerless grace of the senior in front of him.
Chen Pingan gently smoothed the rolled-up sleeve, put on the bamboo hat again, carried the bookcase on his back, and pulled out his hiking stick.
Just as Du Yu was about to move, his legs actually went numb.
As the little door god of Ghost Ax Palace, I should be considered conscientious in my work. Is there hard work even if there is no credit?
Senior, you are an old god on the mountaintop with piercing eyes. You must be a little concerned about me.
Chen Ping'an was walking in front, and Du Yu quickly put away the nectar armor, turned it into a military armor pill and put it in his sleeve. With his footsteps like the wind, he followed the senior and asked softly: "Senior, since we successfully fought back Cang
The water gods of Jun Lake have driven away the monks from Baodong Wonderland again. What’s next? Should we go to the temples of the two river gods to destroy things, or should we go to Suijia City to grab rare treasures?”
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "We?"
As for whether the term "repulse" was accurate, Chen Ping'an didn't bother to explain.
Du Yu laughed, not feeling embarrassed at all.
It's just that the heat is measured, and then Du Yu stopped nagging.
After walking for a while, Du Yu couldn't help but ask: "Senior, are we going to the water temple of the owner of Zaoxi Canal?"
Chen Ping'an nodded and said, "I'm going to rest there for a few days and wait for the Lord of the Lake to come ashore to discuss business with me."
Du Yu said oh, not daring to ask any more questions.
Returning to the Water God Temple along the original route, all the maids, maids, and servants in the house, whether they were ghosts or living people, had all fallen to pieces and scattered.
Chen Ping'an came to the door of the inner house where the plaque "Green water flows forever" was hung, and put it among the things within easy reach. Although the owner of the Zaoxi canal had died, this unusual plaque still contained some water-related aura, which was very important.
It may be the most valuable item in this temple.
Chen Ping'an took off his bamboo box and bamboo hat, sat on the lowest step, and asked Du Yu to light a bonfire in the courtyard.
Chen Pingan began to practice sword furnace stake setting.
After the war, it is essential to recuperate and recuperate, otherwise the sequelae will be left, which will be a long-term hidden danger.
Furthermore, Chen Ping'an also wanted to look inwards to see if the two water-traveling golden pythons and green snakes that had not been fully refined could really benefit the water house.
Du Yu sat cross-legged next to the campfire and carefully glanced at the senior's sitting posture. He had no idea. Practicing the magical powers of the immortal family is not just about having a show.
Besides, given the status of this senior, he must be an extremely skilled technique. Even if he taught him the entire set of formulas, he still wouldn't be able to learn it.
A flicker of firefly pierced the night sky and penetrated into the wine bottle on the senior's waist.
Du Yu silently told himself that there are many strange things, but it's not surprising.
About an hour later, Du Yu added dead branches several times.
Then Du Yu discovered that when the senior opened his eyes, he seemed to be in a good mood and had a smile on his face.
Chen Pingan raised his head and took a look.
The thick sea of clouds that almost enveloped the entire Cangjun Lake area has dispersed.
The full moon is in the sky.
Chen Pingan asked: "Du Yu, do you think that no one can change the customs and customs here at Cangjun Lake that have been accumulated for thousands of years?"
Du Yu said carelessly: "Unless everything is changed from top to bottom, from the Lake Lord to the Water God of the Three Rivers and Two Canals, especially the Lake Lord of Cangjun Lake must be replaced first to have a chance. I just want to
To achieve such a feat, unless a mountaintop monk like the senior takes action personally, and then spends at least several decades here staring at it. Otherwise, according to me, it is better not to change it than to change it. In fact, Cang Yun
The Lord of Huhu, Yinhou, is still an overlord who doesn’t fish in the lake. Those floods and droughts he deliberately caused were just to add a few well-qualified maids to the Dragon Palace, and hundreds of people died every time.
Are there some unclear landscape gods? They can’t even freely adjust their natal magical powers. Thousands of people died in a sudden crash. If they were more grumpy and frequently got into fights with mountains and rivers, or made enemies with their colleagues,
Within the jurisdiction, that is the real situation where the people are in dire straits and starve to death for thousands of miles. I have traveled around the world for so many years, and I have seen many landscape gods, city gods from all over the country, and the land grabs the big and the small. The common people don't care at all. The genealogy on the mountain
Immortal masters, martial arts masters who have established a sect, relatives of local officials in the capital, and some promising academic seeds, these are the key targets for them to win over."
Chen Pingan glanced at Du Yu.
Du Yu said with an innocent face: "Senior, I am telling the truth, and I am not doing those bad things. To put it bluntly, the little things I, Du Yu, have done in the world are not as good as Cangyun Lake.
Jun, a bit of bad water picked out from the fingernails of the master of Zaoxi River. I know that you, senior, don’t like the ruthless behavior of the immortal family like us, but I, Du Yu, dare not say anything but heartfelt words in front of seniors.
Just a word and a half of deception.”
Chen Pingan smiled.
Du Yu didn't climb up the pole. He didn't feel that he had really fallen into the eyes of the old mountain god, and then he could pretend to be a tiger or a tiger to gain power.
It's just that you won't kill yourself with one sleeve if you are holding on to death.
Du Yu still has some good eyesight.
Perhaps this is the real mountain man, the real ruthless Dao.
Du Yu actually looked up at the moon earlier and felt a little sad. For some reason, after traveling so many times and so many years, he missed his parents for the first time in his life.
However, as soon as the senior opened his eyes, he had to brace himself and be careful to deal with the seemingly casual question from the senior.
Just think of it as a kind of mental tempering. My parents always said that cultivating the mind of a monk is not that important. Whether it is the ancestral precepts of the master or the preacher's words to the disciples, it is just a scene, fairy money, treasures close to you, and the great road.
These three are the most important in basic immortal magic, but it is still necessary to have a little bit of mind cultivation.
Du Yu took courage and asked: "Senior, what was the result of the battle on Cangjun Lake?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Like you said, I just fought back. Peace brings wealth."
Du Yu always felt that this was not the case.
But I no longer have the courage to get to the bottom of it.
I have almost used up all my courage and courage in the rest of my life in just one night.
Do I, Du Yu, need to be more heroic to be considered a hero?
Then Chen Ping'an began to concentrate on practicing sword furnace stake setting.
Du Yu then began to use the unique secret method of Ghost Ax Palace, slowly fell into meditation, and breathed in and out.
At dawn.
Chen Ping'an stood up and began to practice six-step walking. He said to Du Yu who quickly stood up and said, "Look around the Canal Master Water Temple to see if there is anything valuable."
Du Yu nodded and tried his luck to see if he could find a magic weapon or a few summer coins for his senior.
But the senior suddenly said, "What I call valuable is just a piece of snow money."
Du Yu was stunned for a moment, mistakenly thinking that he heard wrongly, and asked cautiously: "Senior, are you talking about that little summer coin?"
Chen Ping'an said helplessly: "With your ears and ears, it's really hard for you to be able to travel all over the world and get to where you are today."
Du Yu suddenly came to his senses and began to search for land. With his senior by his side, he could dig three feet into the ground, let alone an ownerless Hepo Temple, even the Dragon Palace at the bottom of the lake.
Chen Pingan closed his eyes and just walked.
It wasn't until around noon that Du Yu returned with two large packages, fully loaded with goods.
Chen Pingan said: "The valuable bag belongs to me, and the other one belongs to you."
Du Yu looked sad, "Senior, what did I do wrong?"
Chen Ping'an still kept walking and said slowly: "There are rules for practicing practice, there are rules for traveling in the world, and there are rules for doing business. Do you understand?"
Du Yu actually didn't understand, but he pretended to understand. No matter what, he just accepted one of the bags with fear.
However, Du Yu thought for a moment, opened the two bags, and put several valuable items in his own bag into his senior's bag.
Chen Ping'an didn't stop him either.
Chen Ping'an stopped his fist, climbed up to the roof of the tallest building, and looked towards the city.
Then Chen Ping'an practiced walking on the roof ridges.
Du Yu was puzzled, why did it look like a martial artist's fist fight, rather than some immortal magic?
Du Yu was immediately impressed.
This senior's behavior is indeed different and he has returned to his original nature.
At dusk that day, Du Yu lit another bonfire, and Chen Pingan said: "Okay, go to the rivers and lakes and stay in the temple for a night and a day. All the onlookers will already know what happened."
Du Yu was a little embarrassed.
As expected, my little thoughts cannot escape the eyes of my seniors.
If the two sides separated immediately at the ferry, Du Yu would be afraid that he would not be able to reach Suijia City alive.
Du Yu thought about it for a while and thought it was time to put it away, so he picked up the sack and headed to Suijia City.
Chen Ping'an suddenly said: "Please stay a little longer."
Du Yu obeyed the order, put the sack, sat cross-legged on the ground, and asked in a low voice: "Senior, I actually know a secret talisman from the Master's Patriarch Hall? It's not much inferior to the snow mud talisman and the camel tablet talisman.
"
Chen Ping'an smiled and waved his hand, saying: "Before, your life was hanging by a thread, so you just did this kind of immoral act. Now that your life is not in danger, it's not good to use the rules of the master to make yourself better. On the road of cultivation,
To become an immortal, you must first be a human being."
Du Yu was stunned on the spot.
He glanced at the sack on the ground.
It seems that until this moment, only a few clues were vaguely caught.
Du Yu clenched his hands into fists and remained silent.
Chen Pingan stood up, and Du Yu subconsciously wanted to stand up, but Chen Pingan stretched out his hand and pressed down.
Du Yu turned his head and looked around. After a moment, a familiar figure broke into his field of vision.
It’s really beautiful no matter how you look at it.
She is indeed Fairy Yan Qing.
Chen Pingan frowned.
Du Yu was a little frightened. Senior, please stop destroying the flower with your hands. Such a handsome fairy is dead. Senior, you are willing to give up. Junior, I am worried.
Yan Qing asked: "Since we killed three river god canal owners in one go, why did we deliberately let the lake lord Yinhou escape?"
Du Yu couldn't sit still, so he quickly stretched out his hand to hold the ground.
Chen Pingan asked: "Who gave you the courage to come to me again?"
Yan Qing smiled and said: "A swordsman who is worried that the falling clouds will harm innocent people is really a person who kills indiscriminately? I, Yan Qing, am the first to not believe it."
Chen Ping'an said: "Do you believe it or not, it's none of my business? I would like to advise you one last time. My patience is limited."
Yan Qing walked straight towards the bonfire.
Du Yu had already moved his buttocks, just in time to observe the changes in his senior's expression and begin to appreciate the beauty's grace under the moon.
Then Du Yu opened his mouth bit by bit.
A wisp of green smoke swept towards the fairy in white who could compete with the moonlight, and then Yan Qing was lifted up in the air like a chicken, and swept up to the ridge of a roof together with the green smoke.
The figure in the blue shirt was on the ridge of the roof, and the figure rotated in a circle, and the beauty in white followed it in a larger circle.
Whoosh.
Fairy Yan Qing disappeared.
Chen Pingan jumped off the roof, returned to the steps and sat down.
Du Yu wiped his mouth and swallowed.
Chen Pingan waved his hand, "You can go."
Du Yu was about to say goodbye respectfully.
The senior suddenly showed a look of annoyance and stood up from the ground. The whole temple was shaken by another movement similar to that at the ferry.
Du Yu was in a dilemma. Should he leave or not? He didn't even say hello, which was not good. If he didn't leave, what if the senior suddenly became sympathetic to her and returned here hand in hand with the delicate and delicate Fairy Yan Qing?
The moonlit night is beautiful, and the beauty is even more beautiful...
Du Yu slapped himself.
He picked up the sack and started running.
As soon as Du Yu walked out of the gate of Water Temple, he was in a daze.
I'm afraid that this time in the hurry for unknown reasons, that senior really used all his strength?
From the Canal Lord Water Temple behind you to Cangyun Lake.
The figure in the blue shirt has long since disappeared, but the sound of thunder is still heard.
Du Yu sighed heavily.
Chen Pingan landed on the other side of the ferry and narrowed his eyes.
That disgusting young female cultivator from Baodong Wonderland had been thrown into Cangjun Lake by herself. She was not seriously injured. At most, she was suffocated for a moment and was a little embarrassed.
But when he thought that the Lord of Cangjun Lake was very likely nearby, Chen Pingan had no choice but to rush over. Sure enough, after the woman fell into the lake, she disappeared.
Chen Pingan twisted out the jade clear light talisman with his fingers.
Just when Chen Pingan was about to throw out the fingertip charm?
The water surface of Cangjun Lake broke open, and the Lord of the Lake Yinhou, who was wearing a purple dragon robe, walked out. Next to him stood the young woman who seemed to have just escaped from the prison of magic. She stared at the green-shirted guest on the other side of the ferry. She
Face full of anger.
Yin Hou stretched out a palm forward and said with a smile: "Just now, I was worried about the safety of Fairy Yan Qing. The situation was urgent, so I used a small magic technique to try to relieve the fairy's momentum of entering the lake. I was very offended.
, Fairy Yan Qing just goes ashore."
Yan Qing's expression was cold, and all the remaining moisture on his body was blown away, and the wind fell on the ferry.
If the culprit had not arrived at the ferry, Yan Qing could not imagine his fate.
Chen Pingan glanced at her and said, "Still not leaving? The tea from the owner of the Zaoxi Canal is delicious, so I can't help you. But if you think the water from Cangjun Lake is also delicious, I can help."
Yan Qing snorted coldly and traveled far away in the wind.
Chen Ping'an looked at the wary-looking Lord Cangjun Lake and said with a smile: "You should know very well that if I am determined to kill you, it will not be difficult."
Yin Hou nodded and said: "That's true. So I'm very surprised why the sword immortal shows mercy."
Chen Pingan looked around and remained silent.
Yin Hou's feet were always submerged in the water.
Not only that, but the skies over the entire Cangjun Lake and all waters under its jurisdiction began to become dense with dark clouds again.
Chen Ping'an asked: "What happened to that secret letter that was sent to the capital with the governor of Jiacheng?"
Yin Hou, Lord of the Lake, said without hesitation: "The content of the letter is nothing new, and the Sword Immortal must have guessed it. It is just a hope that friends in the capital can help the prefect continue to reverse the case after his death, or at least find an opportunity to make it public."
However, there is one thing that Jianxian should not have expected, that is, the eunuch said frankly at the end of the letter that if his friend never became an important minister in this life, he would not rush to take risks and do this, so as not to fail to overturn the case and suffer the consequences.
Implicated.”
Chen Pingan took out a pot of wine out of thin air, opened the mud seal, and drank slowly.
Yin Hou continued to smile and said: "I have some connections in the capital, and the bad relationship between me and Suijia City is clear to Jianxian. I asked the master of Zaoxi Canal to accompany me. In fact, I had no other idea. I just wanted to go smoothly.
This secret letter was sent to the capital. Not only that, I also have some connections in the capital, so I told the owner of the Zaoxi Canal that as long as that person is willing to reverse the case, I will help him have a smoother career. In fact, trying to really reverse the case,
I didn’t want to think about it anymore. I just wanted to feel sick about the City God’s Temple and the Fire God Temple in the city. But why didn’t I expect that the City God did it so neatly and directly killed a court official?
The prefect, who was already a high-ranking official in the border area, had no patience at all and did not let the man leave Suijia City. This was actually a bit troublesome, but the City God must have jumped over the wall in a hurry and could not care more about it.
Let’s talk about it later. Later, I don’t know where the news leaked, and it was known that the owner of Zaoxi Canal was in the capital. The City God also started to work, and ordered his confidants to send the half-finished incense man to the capital and hand it over to that person.
The Jinshi who had not yet filled the vacancy at that time agreed to the condition of accompanying the City God's Temple without saying a word. Now that the matter was over, I asked the owner of the Zaoxi Canal to return to Cangjun Lake. After all, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. It doesn't hurt to do some small tricks in secret.
It wouldn’t be good if you break your skin.”
Chen Ping'an suddenly asked an irrelevant question: "As the Lord of Lake, once you fall in love with a well-qualified woman from the market, why bother?"
Yin Hou, Lord of the Lake, smiled and said: "Firstly, the people are ignorant and fear power rather than virtue. Secondly, it is not my Dragon Palace that needs beautiful maids. The three rivers and two canals also need beautiful maids. My subordinates will also need them. On the boundary of Cangyun Lake,
If there is one less woman today and one less woman tomorrow, over a long period of time, too much fear of power is also a bad thing. The common people can only accept their fate, but those wealthy and scholarly families who can make their families run away will be
People will spread word of mouth and be frightened all year round. What will they do next? Naturally, they will move to other places. Over time, year after year, the feng shui of Cangyun Lake will continue to flow out. But if Cangyun Lake has established such a
If both parties know the rules well, it will be easier to appease people's hearts. In addition, the Dragon Palace has generously compensated the people on the shore. To be honest with the Sword Immortal, many rich people wish that their daughters and granddaughters would be taken notice of by the Dragon Palace."
The Lord of Cangjun Lake paused for a moment and sighed: "A good deal in the world is never a sudden wealth with a huge profit, but only a steady flow of water over the years. Does the Sword Immortal think that?"
Chen Ping'an wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb and said with a smile: "Such a good principle, how come it changes in taste when it comes from Mr. Hu's mouth?"
Yin Hou smiled and said nothing.
Waiting for the other party to make an offer.
I don't care how much I hate the person in front of me. Since his skills are inferior to others, the other person can walk sideways in his own Cangjun Lake, while his own Dragon Palace can only be dumb and eat coptis.
Stop losses promptly.
It's much better than making mistakes upon mistakes.
The former can at least keep the green hills alive and not have to worry about running out of firewood, while the latter can often affect the whole body and cause the building to collapse in the blink of an eye.
Chen Ping'an put away the wine pot and put it in a nearby object, and asked: "What happened to the golden body of the Chenghuang Lord in the city?"
The Marquis of Yin came to visit tonight, and it can be said that he was candid. Thinking of this matter, he could not hide his gloating, and said with a smile: "The scholar who became the prefect was not only unexpected, but he also had a share of the county's power and the silver screen's national fortune early on, and his share was so large that it was far away.
It is beyond the imagination of me and Suijia City. In fact, if this were not the case, how could a child with a yellow mouth escape from Suijia City on his own? Moreover, he had another marriage. There was a princess of Yinping Kingdom. For this
People fall in love at first sight, and they will never forget it for life. In order to avoid marriage, she became a Taoist female crown who adheres to the green lantern. Although she has no qualifications as a Qi practitioner, she is a deeply loved princess, and she inadvertently brings a trace of Guozuo to her.
She got entangled with the prefect, and after hearing the bad news at the Taoist Temple in the capital, she stabbed her neck with a gold hairpin and resolutely committed suicide. Adding two and two, she had the sin of the City God, which directly caused a trace of helplessness in the golden body.
Fatal cracks repaired by virtue."
Chen Pingan finally asked a question, "What might be the fate of Suijicheng?"
Yin Hou glanced at the other side of Suijia City, shook his head and said: "It's very miserable. The City God who hopes to let the people of the county help him share the cause and effect and bear the disaster, can be considered as the ancestors of every family have no merit. Before long,
If the heavenly catastrophe falls, at least the ordinary masters in Suijia City will most likely die. Therefore, those Qi practitioners who go to Suijia City will leave before then, and they will not dare to stay even if they cannot obtain the rare treasure.
."
Lord Yin of the Lake thought that he would have to bargain again tonight, but he never thought that the young swordsman in blue would actually turn around and leave.
This made Yin Hou uneasy, but he did not dare to go ashore.
I had no choice but to endure my hatred, anger, and anxiety, use my magical power to divert water and return to the Dragon Palace at the bottom of the lake.
Chen Pingan returned to the Zaoxi Canal Master Water Temple.
But they found that not only Du Yu had returned, but Yan Qing was also there.
Only this time, Chen Ping'an didn't say anything. He walked to the bonfire and squatted down, stretching out his hands to warm himself.
Du Yu squatted aside and said: "I saw Fairy Yan Qing returning earlier. When I thought that my senior's sack of heavenly materials and earthly treasures was left in the courtyard without anyone watching, I felt uneasy and came back quickly."
After Yan Qing entered the temple, he stood on the steps and looked at the monk from Ghost Ax Palace.
Du Yu, I have no impression of him before. I have heard of him once or twice, maybe because his parents are Taoist couples in the mountains. I only know that he is a bully and afraid of the strong, and he likes to wander around in the world.
Yan Qing opened his mouth and said, "I only ask one question and leave after I ask it."
But the man just stared at the bonfire, speechless.
Yan Qing was silent for a moment, "Why did you show your hands to He? If you heard some dirty things about Cangjun Lake from Du Yu, so you acted ruthlessly and acted as you pleased, that's normal. But you shouldn't have met He Lucai
right."
Du Yu turned pale and made a face.
Oops, I still have to complain about that pretty boy.
He deserves to be thrown into Cangjun Lake to drink water by his seniors.
Yan Qing was actually mentally prepared that this person would always be a mute.
But unexpectedly, the man actually said slowly: "The first words He Lu said to dissuade him were not for my sake, but for the owner of Zaoxi Canal who invited you to drink tea."
Yan Qing is not stupid and naturally knows this.
The man continued: "Because He Lu felt at that time that I was a Taoist with a higher level of cultivation than the master of Zaoxiqu."
Yan Qing wanted to hear more, so he hesitated and planned to sit at the top of the steps.
As a result, the man looked askance at me.
Seeing the man's heart-stopping eyes, Yan Qing immediately stopped and made no more unnecessary moves.
The man suddenly withdrew his gaze, continued to stare at the bonfire, and fell silent again.
It was clear that he had not finished speaking, but there was no thought of words.
Yan Qing feels extremely ashamed and angry. He is so worthless that it is difficult for him to even ask you to say a few more words?
Yan Qing's heart skipped a beat, and without hesitation, he quickly left in the wind.
Du Yu hesitated for a moment, then stood up and left.
Chen Pingan nodded.
Chen Pingan stared at the bonfire.
Truth is not only in the hands of the strong, but it is not only in the hands of the weak.
The truth is the truth, not because you are strong there will be more, nor just because you are weak there will be none.
But it seems that this is just Chen Pingan's principle.
It doesn't belong to Du Yu, nor does it belong to the young female cultivator named Yan Qing, nor does it belong to the proud man He Lu.
In the rivers and lakes of Shushui Kingdom, there is also Song Yu Shao.
In the smoky Shujian Lake, there is also the ghost general who is willing to draw his sword on his colleagues.
In the Ghostly Valley filled with bones and ghosts, there are also the swordsman Pu Chun and the sect leader Zhu Quan.
Here in Yinping Country and Cangjun Lake, I haven't met anyone yet.
Just because Chen Pingan thought of this, he fell silent.
Chen Pingan knows why this simple truth is not true for them, because it will not bring them any benefit. On the contrary, it will only make them feel that they are dragging their feet on the road of spiritual practice and feel that their actions are unpleasant, so they may not be really bad.
They understand, but they understand and pretend not to understand. After all, the road is high and the scenery is too good. The world is low, full of mud, mostly life and death, partings, joys and sorrows that are insignificant in their eyes.
Indeed, for many things that have nothing to do with oneself, it is not always a good thing to understand the context and explore the details.
For example, Chen Ping'an didn't need to ask Yin Hou of Cangjun Lake why the Yinping Kingdom didn't evacuate the people of the city. Because people could escape, the cause and effect were still there. For the Yinping Kingdom Emperor, even for the vision in Suijia City, the cause and effect were still there.
They all know it well and will choose to remain silent. Rather than being disturbed by the people fleeing in all directions and disturbing the feng shui of other counties and affecting the destiny of the country, it is better to have a clean ending in Suijia City. That's why.
This will make the officials and wealthy people who came to the city still be kept in the dark. There are still those dandy boys who whip up their horses and go out to the city to enjoy hunting.
In the early morning, there will be the sound of the ox carts selling charcoal.
There should also be the sound of banging clothes under the moonlight.
It is not without reason for those who practice Taoism to stay away from the human world and avoid the world of mortals.
Chen Ping'an just squatted there, thinking about a lot of things. Even though the bonfire had been extinguished, he still kept his hand stretched out to warm himself.
Until dawn.
Chen Ping'an stood up, put the sack close at hand, put on his bamboo hat, carried the bamboo box on his back, held his hiking stick, and headed for Suijia City.
Let’s not go to the City God’s Temple or the Fire God Temple.
Go take a look at the haunted house in the city that has been abandoned for many years.
After reading it, you have to do something.
One night, a man wearing a green shirt climbed over the wall and entered Suijia City.
There was a night ban in the city, so Chen Ping'an came to the ghost house alone. The last time he entered the city, he was at an incense shop and asked about the ruins here.
Chen Pingan stood outside the gate in the dead of night.
Chen Ping'an looked at the decaying door. There was no longer the door god and no Spring Festival couplets.
That scholar could not avenge his father and mother until his death.
What about my Chen Ping'an from Mud Bottle Lane?!
A young man who no longer wore straw sandals and no longer needed to go to the mountains to collect medicine took off his bamboo hat.
Some Qi practitioners from all walks of life have been lurking early, hiding or taking root near this haunted house.
Almost even the dullest and lowest-cultivated Qi practitioners were frightened, and all of them became panicked without any warning.
An old man with a little monkey squatting on his shoulders stood on the ridge of a distant roof, frowning. The last time he was at the city gate, he was blind and couldn't see what this kid was doing.
The old man raised a hand and gently held down the irritable pet.
As for those wastes who feel suffocated for no reason and have poor spiritual energy, no one dares to show their heads to see who they are.
When the man on the street took off his bamboo hat and bamboo box, he disappeared into thin air.
The old man began to take a few steps back.
On the street, outside the gate.
The sleeves of the blue shirt were swaying in the calm wind.
The figure disappeared in an instant.
A wisp of blue smoke cut through the night.
Finally it landed outside the City God's Temple.
A burly military judge wearing iron armor appeared over the City God's Temple and said in a deep voice: "Who is coming!"
But the young swordsman just raised his hand.
Behind him, the swordsman slowly unsheathed, rotated slightly, and was finally gently held by the man in his hand. The horizontal sword was in front, holding the sword in one hand, and lightly grazing the sword body with two fingers of the other hand, and slowly moved it towards the tip of the sword.
The originally bright sword body had a golden light as thick as water. Every time the blue-shirted swordsman's fingers touched it, the golden light increased by an inch.
The man narrowed his eyes, just stared at the bright sword light in his hand, and murmured: "Whether it's cause and effect, or heavenly calamity, I, Chen Ping'an of Clay Vase Lane, have taken over it all."