The little girl in black was a little unhappy after wandering through Peach Branch Country but not visiting Qingqing Mansion. After bypassing the legendary Golden Crow Palace where swords were often swishing, the little girl felt better again.
The little girl's mood is like the clouds in the sky.
On this day, at a small Xianjia Ferry where everything was new, I could finally take the ferry to Chunlu Garden! It was an easy journey, but very tiring.
The little girl in black stood in the big bamboo box, her eyes widened, and she almost felt sore. Unfortunately, the two parties had made an agreement in advance. When they got to the place where the monks gathered, she had to stand in the box and behave like a little mute.
, there was actually nothing in the big bamboo box, just a broken sword that he had never taken out of its sheath, so she secretly kicked it a few times, but every time she wanted to squat down, pull out her sheath and take a look, that person
He wanted to ask her not to do this, and also threatened her, saying that the sword has been withstanding you for a long time, and he would not care if he pushed her further.
This made her feel a little frustrated for a long time. Then she raised a hand, hesitated for a long time, and hit the guy on the back of the head with a chestnut. Then she started to hold the bamboo box with both hands, dozing off on purpose, and fell asleep.
The kind that the scholar didn't pay attention to at first. He was busy bargaining with the shopkeeper in a shop to buy a set of ancient tablet rubbings. Later, the little girl thought it was quite fun. She rolled up her sleeves and just banged the chestnuts. The scholar in white
After walking out of the shop, he spent ten pieces of snow to buy the set of thirty-two tablet rubbings. Without turning around, he asked, "Isn't it finished yet?"
The little girl in black froze one arm in the air, then gently patted the scholar's shoulder, "Okay, now you are spotless and look more like a scholar. The surname is Chen, I'm not talking about you, you
It's really hard to understand the style of the elm. That big boat was blocked on the river. There are so many high-ranking women and good family girls on it. They look at you and want to eat. Why don't you board the boat and have tea and wine?
?They’re not really cannibals.”
But Chen Pingan changed the subject and said: "You hit me sixteen times, I will record it in the account book, and every time you hit me, you will pay for it."
The little girl folded her hands on her chest, stood on tiptoes in the book box, and sneered: "Penny coins, drizzle!"
Chen Ping'an took her on board the ferry.
Carrying such a little spirit on his back is still a bit eye-catching.
However, the people who came here looked at me with contempt and ridicule. When I am away from home, those who practice Taoism can use a mountain king as a mount to cross mountains and ridges, ride a dragon into water and overturn rivers and oceans. That is a great hero and a true immortal.
Chen Ping'an thinks it's pretty good.
During the Grain Rain season, it is often clear and rainy during the day and night, and the rain produces hundreds of grains. Everything in the world is pure and clear. It is actually suitable for hiking to enjoy the mountains and rivers along the way.
But Chen Ping'an still hopes to catch up with the end of the gathering in Chunlu Pu. As a Baobozhai, he can't always be idle.
The little girl in black was still reluctant, "It would be nice to go up to the boat and have tea. I was on the shore and saw it clearly. There were two young women in gorgeous dresses. They looked really good. These were red-sleeved women.
It’s a good thing to add fragrance.”
Chen Ping'an chuckled softly and said: "If you are a man, I guess if you stay at the Mute Lake for a long time, sooner or later you will get interested and cause trouble. If you are caught by me at that time, Qingqing Mansion will arrest you as a prisoner."
He Po, maybe kidnapped by the Golden Crow Palace to be a maid, I will not take action, I will only clap and applaud from the side."
The little girl in black was so angry that she punched the guy on the shoulder who spoke so freely, "Nonsense, I am a big water monster, but I never harm anyone! I don't even scare people!"
Chen Ping'an didn't take it seriously, "Another snow dollar."
The little girl was about to punch the man on the back of the head, but she never thought that the man said: "If you hit the head, give me a small summer coin."
The little girl weighed her family's financial resources and dug into the Grain Rain coin that was supposed to be used to redeem her life. In fact, there was not much left.
No wonder those Jianghu people passing by Dumb Lake often say that money is a hero's courage.
She frowned and thought for a moment, "Chen, can you lend me a Grain Rain coin? I'm short of money right now, so I can't give you a few blows."
Chen Ping'an simply ignored her and just asked: "Do you know why I wanted to buy a jar of pickled vegetables in that county town earlier?"
The little girl wondered: "How do I know what you are thinking? Did you finish eating the pickles along the way? I don't eat much either. You are so stingy. Every time you pick up a small amount of chopsticks, you just take it."
Look at me."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "I heard that pickled fish with pickled cabbage is delicious."
The little girl felt that she was really smart, and she understood it all at once. She was about to cry, and squatted in the bamboo box to wipe her tears silently. She was smart and had a hard life.
But when she got to the room on the bottom floor of the ferry, after the guy put down the bamboo box, she jumped away, put her hands behind her back, looked disgusted, and said: "Shabby!"
Chen Pingan picked up his bamboo hat and there was tea on the table. It was said to be the local specialty of the ferry, Bao Cun Tea. It was not available elsewhere, so he poured a cup. After drinking it, he felt almost no spiritual energy, but it was indeed sweet and refreshing. According to legend, before the ferry was founded,
, there was once a resigning hermit who wanted to build a summer residence. He cut mountains and cut bamboos and came across a small pool. At that time, he only saw the morning glow like a veil, and the water was extremely clear. He made tea first, followed by wine. Later, many people came here because of its reputation.
, among them there were Taoist monks who often sang poems with literary heroes, and then they discovered that this pool was full of spiritual energy, but they were all detained near the top of a hill, and there was an Xianjia Ferry. In fact, it was far away from the sect ancestor hall of the owner of the ferry.
Quite far apart.
Chen Ping'an started to walk six steps with his hands on the sword stove. The little girl sat on the chair, shook her legs, and said gloomily: "I want to eat the turtle paste from the shop on the corner of Dukou. It was cold and bitter. At that time, I could only stand.
Inside the bamboo box, I felt dizzy from the bumps and couldn't taste the real taste. It's not my fault that you like to wander around. I looked here and there. I didn't buy a few things and walked a lot. Come on, please give me a share of Guiling Jeal.
.”
Chen Ping's arrangement turned a deaf ear.
The little girl was actually bored and wanted to talk casually.
But when the scholar in white started walking back and forth again, she knew that she could only continue to be bored alone.
She jumped off the chair, dragged it all the way to the window, stood up, and crossed her arms across her chest. The ferry had two floors. The guy was stingy and didn't want to live upstairs with a better view, so there were often people outside this room.
Someone was passing by on the boat, and there were still people in twos and threes standing by the railing. It also made her upset. With so many people, no one knew that she was the big water monster from Mute Lake.
The ferry slowly lifted into the sky, and she swayed. She was in a good mood. She turned around and said to the man: "It's soaring, it's soaring. Look, the shops on the other side of the ferry have become smaller! Rice grains are so small!"
This is the first time in my life that I have taken a ride on the Xianjia Ferry. I wonder if the sea of clouds in the sky is edible. I have been wondering after staying under the water of Yaba Lake for so many years.
The man was just walking back and forth in the room.
There were many people at the ferry railing, chatting about many interesting things that had happened recently. As soon as Baoxiangguo and Huangfenggu were mentioned, the little girl immediately pricked up her ears and paid special attention, not wanting to miss a word.
Some people say that the Huangpao ancestor of Huangfeng Valley actually died, but he was not killed by the young uncle of the palace master of the Golden Crow Palace with a sword. It seems that the Huangpao ancestor was seriously injured because of this, and then was killed by a passerby from Baoxiang Kingdom.
The eminent and eminent monk surrendered, but for some unknown reason, the old monk did not admit the matter, nor did he reveal more.
The little girl was so angry that she shook her head and scratched her head with both hands. If the white-clothed scholar named Chen hadn't told her not to open her mouth to outsiders, she would have grinned as big as a dustpan!
She really wanted to shout loudly outside the window, that Huangpao ancestor was killed by the two of us!
The little girl turned her head in embarrassment and lowered her voice, "I can reveal my true identity and chop off a few kilograms of meat myself. You can use it to make boiled fish. Then can you let me talk to those people?"
, I won’t say that you killed the Yellow Robe Ancestor, I will only say that I am the big water monster of Dumb Lake and witnessed that battle with my own eyes.”
The man was unkind and said, "Why are you so anxious? In the future, when someone finishes writing a fantasy novel or a landscape travelogue, and publishes it in print, they will naturally know about it. You can just say that you killed the Huangpao Patriarch with one punch."
"
The little girl thought about it for a while, but her eyes were still filled with resentment, but it just seemed to make sense.
Fortunately, the man still had some conscience, "The room on the first floor of the ferry does not come with the mountain newspaper. You can go and buy a copy. If there is one that has not been sold before, you can also buy it, but if it is too expensive, forget it.
.”
The little girl said oh, as long as she could walk a few more steps outside the ferry, it would be fine. She jumped off the chair, untied the package, and took out a bag filled with brilliant golden glow. The man had already closed it with a flick of his sleeves.
He opened the window and threw out a Turtle and Camel Stele Talisman and stuck it on the window. The little girl was not surprised and took out a handful of snow coins from the small bag. After thinking about it, she picked out a small summer coin from the bag. This
During the process, the inside of the bag jingled. In addition to the fairy money, it was also filled with a mess of small objects, such as the string of snow-white bells that she had given away. They were all treasures she had accumulated over the years. Then she put the bag away.
After returning the package, he just put it on the table casually. When he went out, he reminded: "You need to be more sophisticated when traveling in the world. Don't let the robbers steal our belongings, otherwise you will drink the northwest wind!"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Hey, I'm so generous today. I'm even willing to pay for it myself."
Walking to the door, the little girl in black raised her eyebrows, turned around and said, "If you keep telling me in such a roundabout way, we will split the money to buy the residence report in half!"
Sure enough, the man shut up immediately.
The little girl in black sighed and said in an old-fashioned way: "How can you please those fairies on the mountain by walking around like this?"
Chen Ping'an kept walking and said with a smile: "Old rules, don't mess around. Buy the newspaper and come back immediately."
After about a stick of incense, the little girl opened the door, came back in a big way, slapped the pile of newspapers on the table, and then when the man walked with his back to her, he quickly grinned, and then smiled slightly
She moved, swallowed, and when the man turned around, she immediately folded her arms around her chest and sat upright on the chair.
Chen Ping'an stopped his boxing, took out his folding fan, sat at the table, and glanced at her, "Is it too expensive?"
She sneered and said: "Am I that kind of idiot? There are so many precious mountain newspapers, the original price is two Xiaoshu coins, but I only spent one Xiaoshu coins! Who am I, the big water monster of Dumb Lake? I have seen it.
As a businessman, I can cut the price with a knife and make the other party feel heartbroken."
Chen Ping'an felt helpless and looked through the Di newspapers. Some of them were from the year before last. If based on the normal market price, the total price would indeed cost a small sum of money. However, Di newspapers, like seasonal fruits and vegetables, are often expired and invalid. There are so many Di newspapers.
It's a lot, but in fact it's not even worth half a cent. These are nothing. Business is business. As long as you agree with me, there is no business in the world that only I should make. But some things, since they are no longer business,
Then you shouldn't be so easy to talk to.
The little girl in front of me is actually very good.
She is indeed stubborn and stupid, but there are some things about her that money cannot buy. Just like the young escort with chapped lips and bleeding, sitting on the horse and handing out the water bag, even if Chen Pingan doesn't take it, he can
Quench your thirst.
The little girl was being bullied outside. She seemed to think that was what happened outside. Before staggering back and opening the door, she hid far away at the end of the corridor, squatting at the base of the wall for a long time before she recovered, and then walked out.
When you get inside the house, you won't feel that there is... a familiar swordsman next to you.
Maybe she thinks this is her own world? One of the stories she has accumulated in the world for the future. Some of them must be written in the book, while some embarrassing and trivial things can be left alone and don’t need to be written.
Chen Pingan leaned back on the chair, holding a folding fan, gently fanning the breeze, "If it hurts, just scream a few times. I'm not the scholar who helps you write stories, so what are you afraid of?"
The little girl in black suddenly lost her face, with snot and tears all over her face, but she didn't forget to quickly turn her head and swallow a mouthful of blood.
Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "What exactly is going on?"
The little girl raised her hands, wiped her face randomly, lowered her head and said nothing.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Why, I'm afraid I'll tell you. I thought I finally had the chance to leave the bamboo box today and go out for a short trip alone. I got into trouble, so I won't have the chance in the future."
In fact, after going through so many mountains and rivers together, she has never caused any trouble.
She just opened her eyes wide, full of curiosity and longing for the vast world outside Huangfeng Valley and Mute Lake.
The little girl in black nodded slightly, looking sickly.
Chen Ping'an closed his folding fan and said with a smile: "Let's talk about it. Along the way, you have seen so many of my jokes, you should make me laugh, right? This is called reciprocity."
The little girl lay on the table, tilted her head against the table, stretched out a finger, and gently wiped the table. She had no knots in her heart, no anger, just some sadness the size of a grain of rice, and said softly: "I don't want to say it.
, it’s not a big deal. I’ve seen a lot of big water monsters living and dying, and I’ve seen a lot of people die near Dumb Lake. I didn’t even dare to save them. The Yellow Robe Ancestor is very powerful. As soon as I go out,
I couldn't save anyone, and I would die myself, so I could only secretly collect some corpses. Some would be moved away in tears, and some would just be left in the wind and sand. It was very pitiful. I was not afraid of death.
I’m just afraid that no one will remember me. There are so many people in the world, but no one knows me yet.”
Chen Pingan leaned forward and lightly hit the little girl on the head with his folding fan, "If you don't say anything, I won't listen to you even if you say it later."
The little girl sat up straight, let out a laugh, shook her head left and right, and said with a happy smile: "If you don't say it, don't say it."
Then she saw the scholar in white tilting his head, holding a folding fan against his head, and said with a smile: "Do you know that many times, if parents don't teach, teachers don't teach, and masters don't teach, they should let the world go.
To teach them how to behave?"
The little girl started to wrinkle her little face and light eyebrows again. What was he saying? She didn't understand. But if she lets him know that she doesn't understand, it doesn't seem good. Then pretend that she understands? But pretending is a bit
It's hard, just like that time when the two of them strayed into paradise, and he asked those mountain spirits in Confucian robes to recite a poem, he was totally helpless.
The man stood up, but without seeing him move, the talisman left the window and slipped into his sleeve, and the window opened on its own.
He was standing at the window. The ferry was already on the sea of clouds. The breeze was blowing on his face, and his two snow-white sleeves were swaying. She was a little angry. She was so tall!
She hesitated for a moment, stood on the chair, and suddenly figured out something. When she encountered some dangers while traveling in the world, wouldn't it make her more knowledgeable?
She immediately smiled brightly, put her hands behind her back, and walked with her chest held out on a piece of ground as small as a chair. She smiled and said: "After I paid for my Di's newspaper, the ferryman who sold my Di's newspaper started laughing out loud with my friends next to me.
, I didn’t know why they were laughing, so I turned around and smiled at them, didn’t you say that no matter you are walking up or down the mountain, or whether you are a human or a monster, you should be polite to others, and then the ferryman’s
My friend, I was about to leave the house, and someone accidentally bumped into me at the door. I couldn’t stand still, and the newspaper was scattered on the floor. I said it didn’t matter, and then I went to pick up the newspaper, and the man stepped on me.
, and gave him a hard twist with his toes, it must have been an accident. I couldn’t hold it back, so I frowned, and was kicked away by him, but the man on the ferry said that he was a guest after all, that fierce man
Then he ignored me, I picked up the newspaper and ran back."
She crossed her arms across her chest and said with a serious look: "I'm not trying to fool you, I couldn't bear the pain at that time, so I just grinned!"
She was afraid that the guy wouldn't believe it, so she stretched out two fingers and said, "That's all!"
The man turned his head and asked with a smile: "Do you think it is right to be kind to others all the time and everywhere? Shouldn't it be divided into two, to be kind to good people and to be evil to evil people? But what about the order of doing evil to people?
, the big and small calculations are all clear, but if the size of the punishment imposed on them is asymmetrical, does it violate the order of things? Good and evil collide, and the result is evil and evil. Accumulating bit by bit is also a kind of accumulation.
The weather of the mountains is full of wind and rain, but it is just the wind and rain, what should I do?"
The little girl frowned hard and silently told herself that I understood, but I was just too lazy to speak. I didn't have enough food and no energy.
The man smiled and gently tapped his heart with a folding fan, "You don't need to think too much, I'm just asking myself."
The little girl in black didn't want him to be like this, so she blamed herself a little.
Compared with others who were so obscured by clouds that she couldn't see the truth clearly, she still preferred him who went to the fields to plant rice seedlings and opened mountains with his fists.
Fortunately, the man suddenly smiled, jumped over the window, and stood on the boat board outside, "Let's go and enjoy the scenery. Not only is it smoky, but the mountains and rivers are also magnificent."
He lay on the window, stretched out a hand, and joked: "I'll lift you out."
The little girl said angrily: "Get off! I can do it myself!"
She jumped out of the window herself, but she was afraid of the well rope once bitten by a snake, so she shrank and grabbed his sleeve, but she actually felt that it was good to stand inside the bookcase.
She turned to look at the open window and said softly: "We are poor, but we have enough food and clothing. If someone steals our belongings, wouldn't it make things worse? I don't want to eat pickled fish, and neither can you."
But the man said: "It depends on whether they can survive after stealing something."
She blinked and nodded vigorously, "Domineering!"
As a result, the man hit her on the head with a folding fan and said, "Don't fail to learn from this."
She hugged her head and stepped on his instep.
The man smiled and said, "That's good."
In the end, she didn't dare to walk up the railing, so he held her in his arms and placed her on the railing.
Then as she walked, she felt that Beier had some face.
Many people were looking at her.
She looked down and saw that guy lazily walking below, shaking a fan with one hand and raising his other hand high, just holding her little hand.
She then said she didn't need him to protect her anymore and could walk on her own, it was very safe!
On the ferry at that moment, many monks and pure martial artists saw this strange scene.
A little girl in black walked with her arms swaying and her head raised and her chest held high.
On the other side of the railing at the foot, there was a scholar in white clothes holding a folding fan, walking slowly with a smile on his face.
The little girl asked casually: "My surname is Chen. One time I woke up in the middle of the night and saw that you were not around. Where have you been?"
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Just strolling around. Pretending to be almost beaten to death, and then almost broken... It's nothing. Just think of it as flipping through a book and finding a boring story. Halfway through, I felt sleepy.
Okay, let’s talk about it later after closing the book.”
The little girl frowned and said, "It's very annoying for you to say half of your words like this."
The guy smiled and said: "Let's travel the world together, please be more considerate."
The little girl crossed her arms and walked on the railing, "Then I want to eat Guiling jelly! One bowl is not enough, I need two big bowls. I paid for the dibao. You pay for the two bowls of Guiling jelly."
The man nodded and said, "Okay, but there must be turtle paste sold at the next ferry."
The little girl frowned and said, "If there is no more Guiling Cream, I will change it."
As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she felt that she was really clever and smart, and she had no plans left!
The man hesitated for a long time and said, "It's too expensive, so I can't."
The little girl gently and slowly handed her foot over, "Kick you."
The man also slowly tilted his head to avoid her, patted her feet off with a folding fan, and said, "Walk well."
Among the spectators were ferry stewards and porters.
There was also a man standing on the second floor who was admiring the view from the observation deck with his friends. He and seven or eight other people were watching the stars and the moon protecting a young man and woman.
He lives next door to the Tianzihao house on this ferry, which is also very expensive and is considered a privilege, so he doesn't have to spend a single penny of his own money.
This is the benefit brought by the incense and love between teachers and students.
Calling friends, riding the wind on the mountain, practicing at the foot of the mountain, looking down upon the princes, looking down upon the rivers and lakes.
A young female cultivator with plain appearance but wearing a rare robe said with a smile: "Has this little fish monster reached the cave realm?"
The young monk with a crown-like face beside her nodded and said: "If I'm not mistaken, I happen to be in the Cave Mansion Realm, and I haven't yet mastered wind control. If it weren't for the protection of the ferry formation, I accidentally fell down. If there happened to be that place under my feet,
Rivers and lakes are fine, but if you go to the mountains, you will definitely die."
The man chuckled softly and said: "Mr. Wei, this little water monster with unknown origins went to Guanshi Liu of the Ferry Boat to buy a newspaper for his residence. He was very much taken advantage of and spent a lot of money."
The handsome young man known as Mr. Wei pretended to be surprised, "So rich and wealthy?"
The woman covered her mouth and smiled sweetly, looking at the young man beside her. Her eyes were full of emotion, and she could see everything at a glance.
The others even laughed in agreement, as if they had heard a very learned and wise saying.
Helping Xian does not mean watching words and expressions, and helping to turn the solitary happiness into the happiness of all.
The young female cultivator asked again: "Master Wei, that scholar in white looks like the owner of that little dirty thing? Why doesn't he look like a Qi practitioner in the middle fifth realm, but more like a vulgar martial artist?"
Mr. Wei laughed and turned to look at the woman, "You can't say this in front of my father, it will embarrass him. He is now the number one warrior in our Daguan Dynasty."
The young female cultivator quickly apologized and said with a smile: "Qingqing made a mistake."
Mr. Wei smiled helplessly and said, "Qingqing, are you being so polite to me?"
The young female cultivator nicknamed Qingqing immediately smiled like a flower.
She comes from the Zhaoye Cottage in Chunlu Garden. Her father is one of Chunlu Garden's worshipers, and he makes money in a good way. He manages half of the mountain range of Chunlu Garden alone.
Everywhere, there were guests from the mansions of wealthy families and the Immortal Family. This time she came down the mountain specifically to invite the noble man next to her to go to Chunlu Garden to catch up with the Spring Festival banquet that was the finale of the gathering.
There is a Daguan Dynasty on the southeast coast, and there are three kingdoms in the vassal barrier alone. The Tieyou Mansion, where the young master was born, is one of the three most powerful nobles in the dynasty. They have been holding hairpins for generations. They used to be officials in the capital. Now the head of the family is Wei Ying.
When he was young, he abandoned his writing and joined the army, and actually made a new career for the family. Now he holds the military power and is the mainstay of the border. The eldest son is an official in the court and is already a minister. And this Wei Gongzi Wei Bai, as the chief minister of Wei,
The general's youngest son has been doted on since he was a child, and he himself is an accomplished young genius. He is very famous in the dynasty, and there is even a good story. The Yuan Ying ancestor of Chunlu Pu was on a rare trip down the mountain and passed by.
Wei's Tiemou Mansion looked at the father and son who were greeting each other with a grand opening. He smiled and said that now that he has seen you and his son, outsiders introduced him and mentioned that Wei Bai was the son of General Wei Ying. However, within thirty years, outsiders had
When I see you father and son, I will only say that you, Wei Ying, are the father of Wei Bai.
General Wei Ying laughed heartily, but he couldn't help but feel happy. After all, the founder of Chunlu Pu was not one to praise others easily.
Wei Bai received a personal commendation from an ancestor of Yuanying, recognizing his cultivation qualifications, which aroused the envy of countless officials and officials. Even His Majesty the Emperor gave an imperial edict and a secret treasure to the Tiefang Mansion.
, I hope Wei Bai can continue his efforts, practice with peace of mind, and become a pillar of the country soon.
She and Wei Bai were not really a good match.
When the two first met, the Tiemou Mansion had intended to bring them together. General Wei Ying said in front of her that they were a couple made in heaven, but Chunlupu's ancestor had not yet gone down the mountain to visit the Grand View.
Her father was not very happy with the dynasty. He felt that Wei Bai, who had not yet reached the Dongfu realm, had an unpredictable future. After all, after becoming a Qi practitioner, the Dongfu realm was the first big threshold.
Afterwards, with Wei Bai's smooth sailing on the path of cultivation, he was expected to break through the bottleneck of the Dongfu realm at a young age, and he also won the unabashed favor of the ancestor Chunlupu. The Tieyoufu also rose in the Daguan Dynasty, and the result became
Her father was anxious, and the Tieyou Mansion began to shirk everything, so she decided to go down the mountain this time. In fact, she didn't need her father to urge her, she was willing to do so on her own.
She did not bring any retinue with her. Although Chunlupu was not the most powerful place along the coast of the East China Sea, it had a wide circle of friends and everyone would sell some thin noodles from Chunlupu monks.
For example, the young master's uncle from the Golden Crow Palace would go to the secluded mountains of Chunlu Garden every few years to collect water and make tea, all alone.
But Wei Bai had two followers by his side, a taciturn monk who served in the Tiejou Mansion, who was said to have been a demonic monk and had taken refuge in the Tiejou Mansion for decades, and a seven-year-old who could influence the military fortunes of a small vassal country.
A martial artist with a golden body!
Wei Bai turned his head, looked at a sturdy old man standing behind the crowd, and asked: "Master Liao, can you see the feet of the scholar in white?"
The man was closing his eyes to rest, but after hearing the question from the young master of Tiemou Mansion, he opened his eyes and smiled and said: "Listen to his breathing and footsteps, they should be equivalent to the five martial arts warriors on the border of our Daguan Dynasty. Compared with the ordinary five realms of Jianghu,
Jing Cao Bao is still slightly better."
Next to the sturdy old man, an old woman with a naturally sinister face said hoarsely: "Young Master, Liao Xiaozi is right."
The old man snorted coldly.
According to the disparity in age between the two parties, calling the old woman a brat is not actually a big deal on her part, but after all, she is a golden body warrior who fought in battles. The old woman has always treated her by virtue of her status as a Qi practitioner.
No respect whatsoever.
The man from a major martial arts sect in the Daguan Dynasty rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "Master Wei, why don't I go down to find that young martial artist with the monkey crown, test his depth, and just do it as a sideshow for everyone's amusement and explanation?"
To relieve my boredom. By the way, I am brave enough to ask for help so that Mr. Liao can give me some pointers on my boxing skills."
The sect he belongs to is the leader in the southern Jianghu of the Daguan Dynasty. The motley gang in the sect is said to be nearly ten thousand people, and they control a lot of side wealth related to water transportation and salt import. The huge financial resources are actually attributed to the face of the Tiemou Mansion.
, otherwise the money won’t go into your stomach, and your throat will be burned. There is also a martial arts master with a golden body in the sect, but he said in private that he claims to face the man named Liao, and he will lose more and win less.
.There is a gang in the northern martial arts world where everyone uses a sword. The sect leader and his disciples number no more than a hundred, and he can command the heroes of the northern martial arts world. The old sect master who likes to walk alone in the martial arts world is a legendary figure who has quietly traveled to far away places.
He is a great master in the realm, but no one has seen him draw a sword in person for twenty years. However, people in the southern Jianghu say that the reason why the old guy is so elusive is to avoid the provocation of those mountain immortals, especially the arrogant sword cultivators.
Because a martial arts sect dares to use the word "zong", what else is it that needs to be dealt with?
After hearing the man's attentive words, Wei Bai shook his head and said with a smile: "I think it's better to forget it. You warriors under the mountain are no better than our soldiers on the battlefield in Tiemou Prefecture. Each one is more honorable than the last one. I don't think it's easy for that young warrior either."
, probably because he felt that he finally got an opportunity that should belong to a cultivator, and let the little water monster recognize him as his master, so this time when he went on a trip and boarded the Xianjia ferry, he still couldn't forget his bad temper and liked to show off everywhere.
, let him go. When you get to Chunlu Garden, there is a mixture of fish and dragons, and if you dare to be so ignorant, you will still suffer."
The man said with admiration on his face: "Master Wei is really a bodhisattva with a heart of a bodhisattva and an immortal spirit."
Wei Bai smiled and shook his head, "What kind of immortal am I now? Let's talk about it later."
He suddenly turned his head, "But you, Ding Tong, are from the world, not a cultivator like us. You can only live longer, like the elusive Sect Master Peng, before you have the opportunity to say similar words."
Already."
The old woman, who was standing side by side with the sturdy old man at the door behind everyone, sneered: "That person named Peng deserves to be in the Far Traveling Realm, and even has to hide in Tibet. If he is in the same golden body as Liao Xiaozi, he will be in the same golden body as Liao Xiaozi.
If he can't cause trouble, he will be trampled to death. We monks all think that the soles of our shoes are dirty. Now we have secretly entered the eighth realm of martial arts and become a bigger grasshopper. We can still play with swords. The sect has a sect name.
If the people on the mountain don’t trample him to death, who will he trample on?”
The sturdy old man named Liao sneered: "How dare you say this in front of Mr. Peng?"
The old grandma clicked her tongue and said, "Let alone face to face, if he dares to stand in front of me, I will point at his nose and say it."
The old man in the Golden Body Realm was too lazy to talk to an old lady and started to close his eyes and meditate again.
The man with the status of a martial artist does not feel embarrassed at all. Anyway, it is not about him. It is about him. It is a great honor to be able to let an old priest of Tiemou Mansion say a few words. It is a great honor to return to the sect.
Talk.
Wei Bai stretched out his hand to hold on to the railing and said with emotion: "It is said that Sect Master He from the north went south not long ago. Sect Master He is not only extremely talented, he has reached the upper five realms at such a young age, and he has continuous blessings. As a treasure bottle neck, that
A cultivator from a small place can, upon arriving at our Beiju Luzhou, first find a small cave, then subdue many big demons and ghosts, and finally build a Zongzitou Immortal House in such a short period of time, and give it to her.
Having established a firm foothold, she also relied on the mountain-protecting formation and the Small Cave Heaven to defeat two Jade Pu realms one after another. It’s really fascinating! When I travel to the north in the future, I must go and take a look at her. Even if I take a look at it from a distance,
It’s worth it.”
The young female nun in the Chunlu Garden Zhaoye Thatched Cottage was inevitably in a depressed mood.
I just felt relieved very quickly.
Because Wei Bai himself knew very well that between him and the unattainable Sect Master He, it was just that he had the opportunity to take a look at her from a distance.
Wei Bai suddenly approached the woman next to him and said softly: "Qingqing, the moon in the sky is the moon in the sky, and the person in front of you is the person in front of you. I know it well."
The young female cultivator suddenly relaxed her frown and smiled.
Over at the boat railing on the first floor, that little dirty thing who doesn’t know the heights of the sky is still running happily on the railing.
As for the young man in a white robe slightly stained with dirt and dust, he was still there in an artful manner, shaking his folding fan.
Wei Bai suddenly smiled knowingly.
Elsewhere on the second floor, someone finally felt it was an eyesore and decided to take action.
Wei Bai frowned.
That wisp of spiritual energy condensed into a sneak attack of a sleeve arrow, which should have hit the little girl in black on the leg. After shattering the knee, the strength of the sleeve arrow that penetrated the bone was just enough to break through the shallow passage of the ferry.
The formation barrier, as seen by outsiders, is just a little girl who lost her balance, fell out of the ferry, and accidentally fell to her death. There is no need for the other side of the ferry to take responsibility. They walked on the railing and fell to death, and the ferry did not move.
If it doesn't shake, who can blame it?
It's a pity that the hidden spiritual energy sleeve arrow was blocked by the scholar in white with his fan. However, he didn't feel relaxed when he saw it. He quickly took two steps back and leaned against the railing to stabilize his body.
Wei Bai shook his head.
It turns out to be really a piece of trash.
Fortunately, I didn't let the bastard next to me take action before. Otherwise, if this news got out, it would not only embarrass myself and the Tiemou Mansion. This trip to Chunlu Garden would be a disaster.
The scholar in white had an angry look on his face and shouted loudly: "No one is taking care of your ferry. Someone is committing murder on the second floor!"
The little girl in black stopped quickly, jumped off the railing, and hid beside him. Her face was pale, and she did not forget his instructions. She asked with the ripples in her heart: "Is it more powerful than the ancestor in yellow robe?"
The scholar in white did not speak from his heart, but nodded directly and said softly: "It's much more powerful."
It's just that the power lies not in Taoism and cultivation, but in people's bad minds.
The little girl was a little anxious, "Then let's run away quickly?"
The scholar in white suddenly changed his expression, put one hand gently on her head, closed the folding fan, and said with a smile: "We ran away today and let these scourges kill other people tomorrow? The world is like a pot of porridge, and those fly excrements are just like that.
It’s time to catch the hook, throw it out, and drop every fish you see. Do you still remember the group of people we met in the rivers and lakes? Remember what I said afterwards? "
The little girl thought for a while and nodded, "You said that when the disaster really comes, everyone seems to be weak. Before that, everyone seemed to be strong, because there are always weaker weaklings.
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Earlier, they were slowly climbing a mountain together. According to local people, there was something strange happening on that mountain recently, so they wanted to take a look.
On a secluded mountain road, I met a group of heroes who were riding fast horses and drinking wine. They were high-spirited and spoke loudly, saying that they wanted to kill the monster so that they could become famous.
For some reason, the scholar in white who was walking in the middle of the road did not give way, and was then knocked straight away by a tall horse. Everyone on the horse laughed loudly, and galloped away with hoofs.
But she wasn't worried at the time.
A swordsman who can beat Huangpao Ancestor to death.
And he didn't even use the flying sword he kept in the wine pot at that time.
But she just felt angry.
She couldn't help but open her mouth, but the scholar in white was already standing beside her, gently holding her head, smiling and saying it didn't matter.
Then the two of them saw the group of warriors blocking the way for a two-foot-tall fanged spirit. It was chewing an arm in its mouth and holding the bloody corpse of a man in its hand.
The little girl in black roughly guessed that the one who died was the bad guy who hit the scholar in white first.
In the end, she hid behind the scholar in white, and he stretched out the folded fan, pointed at the burly monster that was violent and cannibalistic, and said with a smile: "You should finish eating this decapitation meal first."
The monster blocking the road actually lost the body in its hands and wanted to flee deeper into the jungle.
Those Jianghu people who had eaten enough to go up the mountain to kill the demon began to kneel down and kowtow, praying for help.
The little girl didn't like this Jianghu story very much.
From the beginning to the end, she didn't like it very much.
There are also groups of people at the observation deck on the second floor of the ferry.
After seeing the scholar in white blocking that hand, he felt bored.
Just let the big one and the small one pass.
And the scholar in white didn't have the guts to call an army to hold him accountable, and seemed to just pretend that nothing happened.
Everyone at this viewing platform burst into laughter.
Don't hesitate to let those big and small know who is taking action.
A ferryman bravely walked up to the scholar in white. He was not worried about the nagging of the ferry guest, but worried that he would be forced to come here by the steward and accidentally arouse the disgust of the distinguished guests on the second floor. From then on, this spring trip
The trip to Lupu won't get you any reward.
The young man stood in front of the scholar in white with a straight face and asked, "What are you yelling about? Where did you see someone committing murder?"
The scholar in white turned to look at the little girl in black, "He sold you the newspaper, and he also persuaded the other guest not to beat you to death, so he became a good person for a while?"
She shook her head.
It's an older one.
The scholar in white patted his heart gently with a folding fan and said to himself: "Those who practice Taoism must cultivate their minds more, otherwise they will be lame and unable to reach the highest point."
The little girl in black tugged on his sleeve, covered her mouth with one hand, raised her head and whispered to him quietly: "Don't be angry, or I will be angry with you. I am very fierce."
The scholar in white looked up to the second floor, "No, I want to be reasonable. I didn't say enough last time at Cangjun Lake."
The young man stretched out his hand to push the scholar in white who looked displeased. Pretending to be polite, he stretched out his hand and said, "You still don't want to stop, right? Go back to the house and cool off!"
Then he was stunned.
Why can't I extend my hand even an inch in front of that person?
The scholar in white didn't look at him, and said with a smile: "If you press me in the four realms, you really think I am a martial artist in the four realms."
The young waiter suddenly bent down, clasped his fists and smiled: "Guest, please continue to enjoy the scenery. I won't disturb you."
Without saying anything, he turned around and ran away.
He really ran away.
I ran to the bow of the boat and turned around to see that the scholar in white had disappeared, leaving only a little girl in black with a frown on her face.
There is an observation deck on the second floor of the ferry not far from Wei Bai and the others.
Seven or eight male and female monks who had traveled and practiced together retreated together.
As soon as his eyes were dazzled, the scholar in white, who had trouble blocking a spiritual arrow from his sleeve, was already standing on the railing for no apparent reason, with one hand behind his back and the other hand gently waving a fan, looking down at them from a high position.
When a person wants to speak, his spiritual energy suddenly stagnates, like carrying a mountain on his back. His face turns red and he becomes speechless.
The scholar in white smiled and said: "When I explain the truth, you just listen."
With a snap, close the folding fan and lift it gently.
The qigong practitioner who shot the sleeve arrow was lifted up in the air, and the scholar in white grabbed his head, threw it backwards, and fell out of the ferry.
The folding fan was raised again, and another person was hung up as if his neck was tightened, and was slapped out of the ferry with a sleeve.
They all gave the man dumplings.
The observation deck was empty except for the scholar in white with a vermilion wine flask hanging from his waist.
He leaned back and flew out of the ferry upside down. His two snow-white sleeves made a hunting sound and fell instantly, disappearing without a trace.
After a while.
He appeared on the ferry railing again, looking up at the observation deck on the other side of the Tianzi Room, smiling and saying nothing.
Wei Bai twitched the corner of his mouth, "Master Liao, what do you say?"
The stalwart old man had already strode forward, using his energy to push away the idle trash from the mountain and down the mountain who only boasted about flattering horses. The old man stared at the scholar in white and said solemnly: "It's hard to say."
Wei Bai turned his head and glanced at the pale-faced gangster. After looking away, he smiled and said, "Isn't that a little difficult?"
The old grandma also stood next to Wei Bai, "What's the trouble? Let Mr. Liao go down and play with him for a while. How many kilograms are there? We will know after weighing them."
Wei Bai is not good at making opinions. The slaves who live under someone else's roof are also human beings, especially those who are really capable. He has never been stingy with his closeness and respect. So Wei Bai said softly: "Master Liao, you don't need to force yourself to stand out."
The sturdy old man clenched a fist with one hand, and the joints all over his body exploded like firecrackers. He sneered: "The embroidered pillow in the south cannot withstand the beating. The swordsman of Mr. Peng in the north is protected by the Prime Minister. It is not easy to meet someone who dares to challenge our iron."
He is from the Hou Mansion, whether he is a martial artist or a monk, I will not miss it today."
The old man with a golden body in Tiemou Mansion did not punch straight away with a powerful aura. Instead, he put one hand on the railing and gently floated on the boat deck on the first floor. He smiled and said: "Boy, warm your hands with me? Don't worry.
If I don’t beat you to death, there will be no injustice or enmity.”
The man raised his head and put the folding fan against his chin with his fingers, as if he was thinking about something. Then he put away the folding fan and let it fall to the ground. "The consequences of any move are not good..."
The scholar in white paused for a moment, then said with a bright smile: "Then let me do three moves."
He put one hand behind his back, held a folding fan in his hand, and pointed at his forehead, "You punch three times first, and then we'll talk later. You're responsible for life and death, how about that?"
The two of them had a tacit understanding and stood on both sides of the ferry, about twenty steps apart.
All the passengers on the ferry were whispering.
Wei Bai found it even more incredible.
There was only one ferry passenger on the first floor who set off from Baoxiang Kingdom further south and fled to Chunlu Po. His face was pale and his lips were trembling.
He wanted to cry but had no tears.
Why did I meet this young swordsman with unpredictable temperament and profound Taoism again?
Young Master Sword Immortal, I am running away just to never see you again. I really didn’t mean to take a ferry with you!
The old man named Liao, a martial artist with a golden body, sneered: "Boy, do you really want me to punch you three times?"
The scholar in white said with a surprised look on his face: "Not enough? How about four punches? If you feel that you are not sure, five punches is enough. It can't be more. If you have more, you will find it boring to watch the fun."
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The old man gave a thumbs up and said with a smile: "After three punches, I hope you still have a whole body."
He stopped talking. He opened his fists, his energy surged, and his fist intention surged.
On the first and second floors, everyone was in a situation where the wind was blowing against their faces.
Some Qi practitioners and martial artists with low moral standards can hardly open their eyes.
There was a bang.
There was a continuous cracking sound from the wall window on that side of the house.
The sturdy old man stood where the scholar in white had been standing before. When he looked again, the scholar in white was shattered into pieces in an instant. Instead, he stood at the bow of the ship, with his white robe and long sleeves billowing like snow.
This made some guys who recognized the identity of the old man Tie Moufu have to swallow back some cheers.
The man's Adam's apple moved slightly, and it seemed that he was definitely not as relaxed as he appeared. He must have swallowed the blood that rushed to his mouth, and then he still smiled and said: "With this punch, if it had been someone else, he would have been able to kill six people at most.
Jingwufu was killed on the spot, but the old man was still kind and merciful."
The old man surnamed Liao squinted his eyes. The white robe on the young man's body was shaken to dust by his fists, but no cracks appeared. The old man said solemnly: "It's a top-grade robe, no wonder! Such a good idea.
, a good city, well hidden!"
The man still held the folding fan and walked forward slowly, "I sold my pot and finally bought a robe, and you are complaining that I was not beaten to death by you? Old senior, if you continue to do this, you will not follow the ethics of the world. Okay, okay, okay.
, the effect of removing the robe is that I still have two punches."
The old man stepped on the ground, and the entire ferry dropped by more than a foot. His body moved forward like thunder, and he punched at the peak of his life's fist power.
At this moment, the scholar in white should either have his body exploded, or at least be punched through the bow of the ship and fall to the ground, right?
No.
not only.
The man was still standing there, still holding a fan in one hand, but he just raised the palm that was originally behind his back.
This time, it was a strong old man who slid out backwards. After standing still, his shoulders tilted slightly.
Over there on the second floor, Wei Bai's face was gloomy.
The old woman's face was as dark as water, and her mind was wandering.
The scholar in white didn't move for a long time, then he let out an ouch, his feet didn't move, and he pretended to shake his body a few times, "Senior's boxing skills are amazing, terrifying and terrifying. Fortunately, I only had one punch, and I still have lingering fears. Fortunately, I was polite and didn't agree to it."
I'm really scared now that I'm going to punch you five times with my tone."
All the ferry guests were going crazy.
In his whole life, he has never seen a guy who is so good at acting and yet so careless!
The sturdy old man smiled and said, "Then the last punch!"
Take a deep breath.
The old man's majestic aura stretched out his long gown.
The next moment, a vision suddenly emerged.
The dignified old martial artist in the golden body of Tieyou Mansion did not directly punch the scholar in white, but diverted his route halfway to find the little girl in black who had been standing by the railing. Every time she saw the scholar in white
When he was safe and sound, he would hold back his laughter with a straight face, secretly raise his two small hands, and gently clap his hands. The clapping movement was very fast, but silent, and he must have deliberately kept his palms from closing.
Another moment.
It's like the long river of time has stood still.
I saw a girl dressed in white standing next to the little girl in black. The five fingers of his left hand were like hooks, pinching the neck of the martial arts master of Tiemou Mansion, making the latter unable to move forward even if he was leaning forward. There was blood on the latter's neck.
As the flow continued, the white-clothed scholar held a folding fan in one hand, gently released his fingers, and gently pushed it on the old man's forehead. With a bang, a golden-body martial artist who had fought in the battle formation directly hit the stern of the boat and fell out of the ferry.
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The scholar in white turned his head and looked towards the second floor. He wiped his left hand on the railing several times and asked with a squinted smile: "How do you say that?"
Over at the observation deck on the second floor, Wei Bai didn't say anything, and the old lady didn't say anything.
After a while.
Everyone heard the distant sound.
Behind the ferry, a golden light exploded, and then a sword light suddenly came. There was a young man who looked like a swordsman with a golden hairpin on his head. He looked towards the railing and asked: "It was you who split my Golden Crow with one sword."
That thundercloud in the palace?"
The scholar in white looked confused and asked, "What are you talking about?"
The young swordsman smiled helplessly and said, "When we get to Chunlu Garden, I'll treat you to tea."
The sword light goes away.
For some reason, the little girl in black suddenly felt that such a story on the mountain was a very heroic feat, but she just couldn't be happy. She lowered her head, walked over to the scholar in white, and gently tugged on his sleeve, "I'm sorry."
The man squatted down, grabbed her face with both hands, pulled her gently, then made a face at her and smiled softly: "Mani Mani." (https:)