There was a lot of commotion at the Tiancheng Gate of Dragon Palace Cave because the gate was closed after a young man and woman entered the city.
Even the janitor monks who practice water magic in Shuilong Sect could not detect the golden light that swept out from the many plaques and fell to the ground, like fireflies gathering together to form a young man with a high crown and a diploma, striding away.
After entering the city gate, the city gate was closed, and the Shuilong Sect monks guarding the city gate were a little overwhelmed. This was a strange phenomenon that had not happened in thousands of years, so they immediately flew their swords to summon the Beizong Patriarch Hall.
Not long after Chen Ping'an walked down the white jade steps, this young man appeared next to Li Liu, bowing to the ground in ancient rituals. The words in his mouth were even more obscure and difficult to understand, and his voice was extremely hoarse and old, which did not match his face.
Li Liu just sat there, looking at the figure coming down the mountain. He probably disliked the young man in front of him for being an eyesore, so he stretched out his palm and gently moved the young man who had just stood up a foot.
The young man stood up straight. He was not a little angry at being so slighted and neglected. He just looked back at the small figure approaching the city gate and said softly: "The road is close to the water, so it is not easy."
He did not dare to peek at the white jade steps without permission, so he regarded the young swordsman in blue as one of her chess pieces.
Li Liu looked indifferent and said slowly: "Li Yuan, the three temples of Jidu, the incense of your middle temple has always been far inferior to that of the upper temple of the Chongxuan Department of the Dayuan Dynasty."
A strange young man named Li Yuan said guiltily: "I have a heavy trust and deserve to die."
Jidu, which runs east and west of Luzhou in Beiju, once had three ancestral halls. The lower ancestral hall has long been shattered and disappeared, the middle ancestral hall was refined into the Shuilong Sect's ancestral hall, and the upper ancestral hall was controlled by the Yang family of Yunxiao Palace of Chongxuan Department.
Li Liu once met Yang Ningzhen in the Ghost Valley of Bone Beach, and said some words that Yang Ningzhen couldn't believe, but had to believe. Yang Ningzhen, as the eldest son of the Yang family of Yunxiao Palace and the elder brother of "Little Heavenly Lord" Yang Ningxing,
With only a pure martial artist identity and a pseudonym, Yang Ningzhen ranked among the ten young people in Luzhou, Beiju. However, in the battle at Baojing Mountain, facing Li Liu who had just started practicing spiritual practice again, Yang Ningzhen could not say that he did not fight back.
However, there is no chance of winning against her.
Li Liu asked: "Is it a big deal to ask you to stare at the incense in this small temple?"
Li Yuan was speechless.
A pair of golden eyes were a little sad, looking more and more old.
This ancient god, whose young appearance gives off a sense of vicissitudes and decay, is one of the only two Shuizhengs left in Jidu. He is so old that he may not even be able to compare with the founder of Shuilong Sect.
In the vast world, Shuizheng is an ancient official position that has not been completely lost, but has little reputation. It is often the person in charge of incense in the Dadu Temple. The Chinese Confucian Temple will not pay too much attention to it, and will mostly let it fend for itself.
, so among all the great Shui Zhengs in the world, every time one of their golden bodies decays and collapses, there will be one less Shui Zheng in the world.
This kind of existence is neither controlled by secular dynasties nor has too much interaction with the immortal sects.
However, in the Qingming world where the Taoists rule, Shui Zheng is an extremely prominent and important deity with an orderly inheritance. There is only one Shui Zheng in a great river, and his status is far higher than that of the water god of rivers, the water lord of lakes, and even the major gods.
Even the Five Sacred Gods of the dynasty are incomparable.
The Shuilong Sect seems to have refined the Jidu Temple, and then used it to make a fortune as a foundation to resist the many domineering sword cultivators in Luzhou, Beiju, but in fact there are many hidden secrets.
Facing this extremely noble woman, Li Yuan was like a subordinate at the bottom of the imperial court. He was lucky enough to meet a central heavenly official. How could he be disrespectful and careful?
Being given a few words of admonishment in person can be regarded as a great blessing.
In such a large Water Dragon Sect, the only one who knows her true identity is Li Yuan, the little Shuizheng, and the only one who has been passed down by word of mouth for generations.
The Chilong jade tablet looks like it was issued by the Shuilong Sect to the Ancestral Master Hall for enshrinement. It is the jade tablet passed down from Keqing's direct descendant. In fact, it is the ancestor of all the jade tablets of later generations. They are all imitated and carefully imitated by the jade tablet in her hand.
The Shuilong Sect monk on the other side of the city gate couldn't tell the difference between the two, but he, Li Yuan, could see it clearly, so even if the woman's face had changed and her identity had changed in this life, Li Yuan still rushed over.
Li Liu suddenly laughed.
The fellow countryman who had never met him in Lizhu Cave in his early years, and who was even more speechless, had actually noticed the signs the moment Shuizheng Li Yuan appeared, but he never turned around to look at him, and just walked down the mountain silently.
As a result, Li Yuan was ignorant and did not open the ban immediately, so he could only stay at the gate out of the city.
Li Liu thought for a while and said, "That's fine. Let Mr. Chen stay here for a few days to calm his mind."
This was the first time that Li Liu looked directly at Li Yuan, "Li Yuan, is there a place with strong spiritual energy and a relatively quiet place? If there is, take it out to entertain the distinguished guests. If not, let others make room for it."
Li Yuan nodded and said, "Yes."
Even if you don't have it, you have to have it.
A person she asked to call "sir", Li Yuan, was the gatekeeper of the Dragon Palace Cave and the incense envoy of Jidu Zhong Temple. If he wasn't worried about making too much noise, he would have driven people away to clear the place.
Doesn’t matter if the Shuilong Sect is going to hold a Jade Barrel Dojo and a Shuiguan ceremony? Will it make the earthly immortals practicing in the small cave sky furious?
Li Liu said: "As for Shuilong Sect, don't let it out for now. Just say that it's the heir of an old friend who came to visit. If you have a better explanation, you can do it. In short, don't let anyone disturb Mr. Chen's peace here.
build."
Li Yuanzuo clasped his fists and said: "I will obey the law!"
Li Liu stood up, took a step forward, and came to the city gate. He said, "Mr. Chen, we passed by one of the thirty-six small caves. It would be a pity to pass through the cave without entering. Inside the Dragon Palace Cave, there are treasures of heaven, materials, and earth."
I have hoarded a lot of them, especially those close to the water. Although they are expensive, they are of good quality. If Mr. Chen is interested, with this jade token, he can get credit from the Water Dragon Sect for less than a hundred Grain Rain coins.
One Jiazi."
Li Liu didn't tell the truth.
Credit?
This Longgong Dongtian, which helps Shuilong Sect, Chongxuan Department Yang Family and Duckweed Jianhu earn a lot of money, was formerly one of her summer palaces, and as long as Li Liu has the idea of taking it back, he can do whatever he wants in the history of Shuilong Sect.
How brilliant is the refining method of the founder, how can the painstakingly cultivated landscape formation resist the attack of the Sword Immortal, and what does it mean to Li Liu? What's more, how did the founder of the Water Dragon Sect transform from a common master with dull qualifications?
, embarked on the path of spiritual practice, what kind of chance and coincidence happened after that, step by step to reach the sky, will the successive sect masters have no idea in their hearts?
So who is on credit with whom? It’s self-evident.
Chen Ping'an now gets frightened when he hears the words "Gu Yu Qian".
Li Liu took off the jade plaque in no hurry and said: "As long as Mr. Chen is not calm, no matter how far he goes, he is still trying to build a wall."
Chen Pingan nodded, "Okay, then I'll trouble Miss Li."
Li Liu shook his head and said with a smile: "Mr. Chen, there is no need to be polite. Li Huai has been thinking about Mr. Chen for many years. Every time there is an exchange of letters between Cliff Academy and Lion Peak, Li Huai will mention Mr. Chen. This combination of preaching and protecting Taoism is huge.
Li Liu will never forget the kindness."
Chen Pingan said helplessly: "Miss Li is much more polite than me."
This is the truth. Taking care of Li Huai when he went to Sui Academy was just to fulfill his promise. Besides, Li Huai was naughty along the way and did not let Chen Pingan do any hard work.
Of course, Li Huai's mouth when he was a child was really covered with honey and arsenic, especially because he was the best in the world in his ability to do things in his nest. But in the end, he was still a pure-hearted child who could not remember grudges and could miss others.
Good.
Chen Pingan looked up and saw that there was no trace of the strange young man.
Li Liu explained: "That person is the local gatekeeper."
Chen Pingan asked: "Similar to Zheng Dafeng?"
Li Liu smiled and said: "The responsibilities are quite similar, but compared to Uncle Zheng, they are one day at a time."
I recall that when his younger brother Li Huai was still a child, Zheng Dafeng would often carry Li Huai on his back to Yang's shop.
Li Huai shouted that he couldn't hold it in any longer. Zheng Dafeng's footsteps were like wind, and he ran all the way. He hurriedly said that he was a hero, so he would just hold it in for a while, and then he would release the water in the backyard of the shop.
Anyway, no matter whether Li Huai couldn't hold it back or not, in the end, everyone, one big and one small, would go to the New Year's shop selling cakes in Qilong Lane.
In his long years, Li Liu has seen many pure and quiet Taoist people, who are spotless, have a clean mind, and are transcendent.
Only in Lizhu Cave in this life, I have seen many "real people" who have nothing to do with the realm. The small place has great scenery, and even Li Liu misses it all the time.
The two walked side by side and climbed higher again.
It seemed that after we had finished talking about the business, there was nothing left to say.
Chen Ping'an was thinking too much, so it was difficult to speak. He was worried that an accident would cause Li Liu unnecessary trouble.
Li Liu always thought very little and didn't care about anything.
In the Shuilong Sect Patriarch Hall in the north of Jidu, after receiving the message from Feijian at the entrance of Dragon Palace Cave Heaven, most of the sixteen chairs were already occupied, and the remaining empty chairs were all senior monks of the sect who were traveling abroad.
Among those who came to discuss the matter urgently, except for one Nascent Soul who had been in seclusion for many years, none of the others were left behind.
In the Patriarch Hall, there was Sun Jie, the evangelist of Jindan monk Bai Bi and the current leader of Shuilong Sect.
There is also Wu Lingting, the mentor of Zhan Qing, the young prince of the Beiting Kingdom. However, he is worshiped as a Nascent Soul with relatively low qualifications. He is also a wild cultivator and his chair is at the back.
Wu Lingting was in an extremely bad mood recently. Zhan Qing, his only disciple, disappeared out of thin air. It was simply ridiculous to see neither the living nor the dead body.
If Huan Yun, a real person from the Fulu Sect with a good reputation on the mountain, hadn't helped that little girl Bai Bi prove the cause of the matter, Zhan Qing's inexplicable life and death was unknown, and indeed she was not directly involved with Bai Bi, Wu Lingting would have made a big fuss in the Shuilong Sect's Patriarch Hall.
He directly asked Sun Jiexing to accuse him. So at this moment, Wu Lingting was holding back his anger and his face was extremely ugly. Zhan Qing was his extremely valued disciple. Shanze Yexiu, especially Dixian Yexiu, received direct descendants. Compared with the Genealogy Immortal Master,
Recruiting a disciple is actually more significant. It is regarded as a legacy of incense gained by a wild cultivator who sacrificed half his life and took risks.
After all, it is not uncommon for wild cultivators to harm wild cultivators, even if a master kills a disciple, or a disciple kills the master. On the other hand, almost no one who owns a ancestral hall has the guts to risk the disapproval of the world.
The gate to the Dragon Palace Cave is closed by itself.
This is certainly no small matter.
The sect leader Sun Jie immediately summoned all the members of the Patriarch Hall.
Back then, the Sword Immortal had been dormant for many years, stole the most valuable things from the cave, and successfully escaped from the Dragon Palace Cave. From the theft to the recapturing of the sect's treasure, the process was not without its tragedy.
There are more than ten seats in the Shuilong Sect's Patriarch Hall. Except for the chair on the left, which has always been occupied by the sect masters of all generations, the chair on the right is almost never occupied by anyone.
This rule has been passed down for as many years as the Shuilong Sect Ancestor Hall was founded, and it is unbreakable.
If any of the Shuilong Sect worshipers are asked about this matter, the Shuilong Sect monks will keep it secret.
The situation is simple.
Sun Jie explained it clearly in a few words.
But in the Patriarch Hall, everyone looked solemn.
First, a strange woman showed a jade tablet and entered the city and climbed the white jade steps. Then the city gate was closed, and the world was cut off. The monks tried to check, but to no avail.
Shao Jingzhi, the Jade Purity female cultivator from the Southern Water Dragon Sect, looked like a young woman and had a graceful demeanor. She slowly said: "Sect Master, why don't I rush to the sea of clouds at the Dongtian Ferry immediately and wait for the rabbit?"
Sun Jie frowned and said: "Besides that, what we really need to worry about now is whether or not the entire cave should be under martial law. Once martial law is chosen, people's hearts will inevitably be upset, which will affect this year's Jinlu Dojo and the subsequent Shuiguan Jiehe Dharma Ceremony.
Our Dragon Palace Cave Heaven has always been famous for its stability. This time there are two grand events in succession. Not to mention the participation of our Shuilong Sect’s mountain friends and the participation of many emperors and generals including the Dayuan Dynasty. One careless move will lead to Chongxuan’s death.
The Department and Duckweed Jianhu seized the handle."
Wu Lingting sneered and said: "These short-lived ghosts living under the mountain with fine clothes and fine food are not very capable. They are just more delicate and tender than the other."
An old woman with a dragon-head crutch in both hands, her eyes closed, and she looked like she was dozing half dead. She was sitting next to Shao Jingzhi. She was obviously a monk from the Southern Sect. At this time, the old woman opened her eyelids and turned her head slightly to look at Sun Jie, the leader of the sect.
, said hoarsely: "Master Nephew Sun, if you want me to see it, just ask Jingzhi to bring the treasure to protect the mountain. If all the unruly people are killed, I won't believe it. In our Dragon Palace Cave, who can make as much damage as possible?"
The waves are coming.”
Wu Lingting was sitting opposite, and he had some admiration for this old lady. She was also in the Nascent Soul realm like him, but she didn't like anyone in the Water Dragon Sect.
Relying on his seniority, he calls his sect leader Sun Jie Sun's nephew, and treats Shao Jingzhi, who is from his southern sect, with a sense of intimacy just by calling him.
Thanks to Sun Jie's magnanimity, if he, Wu Lingting, came to sit at the top of the Water Dragon Sect, he would have beaten that old lady's face to pieces.
Just when Sun Jie was about to speak, dots of golden light appeared on the chair opposite, and finally gathered into a young man with a young face but a haggard expression.
It was Ji Du Shui Zheng Li Yuan.
Li Yuan bowed to Sun Jie, and he still had to follow the proper rules.
Sun Jie also stood up and returned the gift, but did not reveal the identity of the other party.
The old woman suddenly opened her eyes and said in a trembling voice: "Li Lang? But Li Lang?"
Li Yuan was a little sad and glanced at the white-haired old woman, but he was speechless.
The old woman's eyes turned red. She no longer held the faucet crutch with both hands, gently leaned the crutch against the chair, put her hands on her knees, stroked her dress, looked down, looked at her withered fingers, and murmured in a low voice.
: "Li Lang's style is still the same, but it's a pity that I am old, too old. When I don't see you, I look forward to it, which makes people wait until I see him. Only when I see him do I realize that it is better not to see him than to see him."
Wu Lingting looked amused.
What.
A handsome young man and an old and beautiful aunt, both of them had a marriage in their early years?
That is really a very old story.
That's what's so interesting about the mountains. Weird things are never surprising. As long as practitioners have the time to join in the fun, excitement can be seen everywhere.
Li Yuan spoke directly to Sun Jie from the bottom of his heart and said: "Sect master, it is the descendants of my old friend who are visiting me. I also gave the jade plaque to me in the early years. I showed up to reminisce about the past. I didn't want to be disturbed, so I used some tricks to hurt my family."
It was my fault that the Shuilong Sect raised an army and mobilized people to gather in the ancestral hall, and I am willing to be punished by the Shuilong Sect's ancestral law."
Sun Jie smiled and replied: "Lord Shui Zheng is serious. Since the children of an old friend are visiting Dongtian, it is a good thing for Li Shuizheng to have a good relationship again, and it can also be regarded as a good thing for our Shuilong Sect. You two distinguished guests, why don't you go to Dongtian Master?"
Staying at a mansion in the city?"
Li Yuan smiled and said: "Don't bother the sect leader, I will take them to Fushui Island."
Sun Jie nodded and said: "If you have any needs later, Lord Shuizheng just ask."
Li Yuan stood up, cupped his fists and apologized to everyone in the Patriarch Hall: "I have caused you fellow Taoists this trip and disturbed your practice. I will definitely compensate you in the future."
After Li Yuan finished speaking, he turned into particles of golden light, and his body disappeared in an instant.
Being able to go back and forth like this in the ancestral hall of a sect.
It is a kind of show in itself.
Because in the ancestral hall of the Immortal Family on the mountain in the world, any worshiper or guest needs to walk in and out of the gate, just like the lay people at the bottom of the mountain entering and exiting the ancestral hall.
Coupled with the position of the opponent's seat and the gaffe of the old Nanzong woman, everyone, including Shao Jingzhi, knew the seriousness.
So when Sun Jie opened his mouth and said with a smile: "It was a false alarm, it can be dismissed."
No one showed any signs of complaint.
God knows if that elusive "young man" has a vengeful temperament?
Any old man from Zushitang who appears to be amiable on the surface is often more difficult to deal with.
Sun Jie was the last one to walk out of the Patriarch Hall, and Shao Jingzhi was waiting quietly outside the door.
After everyone had traveled far away in the wind, Sun Jie said with a smile: "You guessed it right, it is Ji Du Xiang Huo Shuizheng Li Yuan, a close friend of the founder of our Shuilong Sect."
Shao Jingzhi looked gloomy.
To put it bluntly, this place behind you is the Shuilong Sect's ancestral hall. All the monks with seats may seem like a good thing, but in fact, including her and the sect leader Sun Jie, they are in an embarrassing situation of being dependent on someone else!
Sun Jie said seemingly casually: "Drink water and remember its source."
Shao Jingzhi's face stiffened and he nodded.
Sun Jie said with a smile: "It's not easy to build a mountain, and it's also difficult to maintain a business. Jingzhi, I don't care about some things that I have to fight over. Anyway, the money doesn't go to other people's fields. But once someone does something out of line, although I, Sun Jie, have always said
He is said to be the most incompetent leader of the Water Dragon Sect, but he is no longer promising. After all, he is still a leader who has ruined the family tradition of his ancestors. We still have to bite the bullet and take care of it."
Shao Jingzhi's face became more and more ugly, and he walked away in the wind, crossed the water of Dadu, and returned directly to the south bank.
Sun Jie clearly used Jidu Shuizheng to defeat Shao Jingzhi and the entire Southern Sect.
Sun Jie did not cast any spells, but closed the door of the Patriarch Hall with his hand and walked slowly down the mountain.
A sect has so many things going on.
It's a rare moment of leisure.
For example, Wu Lingting was quite resentful before, and Sun Jie promised that Wu Lingting would be the first to accept a named disciple in the next three selections for the Ancestral Master Hall.
Wu Lingting also made people worry, and asked him directly, what should he say if he happened to like Shao Jingzhi's secretly good young talent?
Sun Jie replied to the wild cultivator that "the Nan Sect is also the Shui Long Sect".
Wu Lingting was slightly satisfied.
But in fact, making a promise is not easy in words but not in practice. If you are not careful, you will conflict with Shao Jingzhi's Nanzong, causing a grudge between the two parties.
The formation of the confrontation between the north and the south in Shuilong Sect did not happen overnight, and it had both advantages and disadvantages. The previous sect leaders had both suppression and guidance, which were not all hidden dangers. However, many disciples of the Northern Sect took it for granted that this was due to the lack of majesty of the sect leader Sun Jie.
Only then did the Nanzong south of Dadu grow stronger.
So Sun Jie reminded Shao Jingzhi today.
Li Yuan's figure is hidden in the sky above the cave
In the sea of clouds, I sat cross-legged and looked down at the green snails in the jasper plates.
The years of living in the mountains are close to the clouds and water, and it can take hundreds of thousands of years at the blink of an eye.
A white-haired old woman who was famous for her perverse temperament in the Shuilong Sect stood on the top of her mountain, looking up at the sea of clouds. She was in a daze, with a soft look on her face. She didn't know what this elderly mountain woman was looking at.
Li Yuan didn't look at her.
I just vaguely remembered that many, many years ago, there was a withdrawn and introverted little girl who was not cute at all. She also liked to wander alone on the water waves at night, carrying a lot of stones, and smashing the moon in the water again and again.
Chen Ping'an turned around and saw that the city gate had opened, and finally another tourist walked up the white jade steps.
After walking up the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine steps, Chen Ping'an and Li Liu reached the top. They found a white jade platform covering an area of more than ten acres. The ground was engraved with a dragon pattern, which was a pattern of sixteen sitting dragons, like a horizontal side.
The white jade dragon jade is just very different from the peaceful appearance of dragon jade in the world. The twelve seated dragons carved on the ground are all tied with iron chains and have blades nailed into their bodies. The dragons all seem to be struggling in pain.
m Chen Ping'an carefully walked between the sitting dragon patterns, but Li Liu had no taboo at all. He stepped on the bodies and heads of the dragons and said with a smile: "Those under Mr. Chen's feet are all prisoners and criminals of the old Huangli. They are no longer
As orthodox true dragon bodies, we have no taboos when walking."
In ancient times, real dragons were responsible for spreading clouds and rain all over the world. They could accumulate merit and receive orderly first-level rewards. Of course, they would also be punished for dereliction of duty. They were often cramped, skinned, and chopped at the Dragon-Slaying Platform.
Severing dragon claws, heads, detaining the true body and soul, or dereliction of duty, and the crime is beheaded, and the body is directly thrown into the water, or the crime is not worthy of death, but is only deprived of identity, and the blood is soaked in the water, mountains and rivers, there are many things
The emergence of true dragon descendants.
Chen Pingan asked softly: "Are they all still alive?"
Li Liu said: "Most of them cannot withstand the erosion of the long river of time and are completely dead. There are still a few that are dying. The dragon wall on the ground is not only their cage but also a kind of shelter. Once the cave sky is broken, they cannot escape death, so they are regarded as water dragons."
As protectors of the sect, the enemy is currently facing a formidable enemy. After obtaining the token decree from the ancestral hall, they can temporarily escape for a while and participate in the fight, which makes them more loyal. The Shuilong sect has always enshrined them and added some water luck essence to the dragon bi every year.
Help these old dragons hang their lives after being beaten back to their original form."
Chen Pingan became more and more curious about Li Liu's extensive knowledge.
It's just that it's not easy to ask too many questions about this kind of thing.
Everyone will have their own privacy and secrets. If the two parties are truly friends and the other party is willing to tell it, it means trust. The listener must be worthy of the trust of the speaker and keep the secret. They should not feel that since they are friends
, you can explore at will, and you can't exchange the secrets of old friends for the friendship of new friends.
So some people seem to have friends all over the place and can drink with them everywhere, as if there is a banquet everywhere in life. However, when life encounters difficulties, they become sad. When they leave the drinking table, they have no friends and they can only resent the harshness of the world. That's it.
If you don't make friends with sincerity, how can you win sincerity? Smart people rarely make friends in times of need, even more so.
Li Liu seemed to see through Chen Ping'an's thoughts and said frankly and honestly: "My parents and I moved to Beiju Luzhou for a reason. Compared with other continents, the climate here is more suitable for my practice. My father wants to
If we continue to break through and stay in Aquarius Continent, there is almost no hope. It is also difficult here, but at least there is a chance."
The size of a continent often determines the number of monks in the upper five realms. Beiju Luzhou is vast and rich in resources, and its aura is far better than that of Aquarius Continent. Therefore, there are far more monks in the upper five realms than Aquarius Continent.
However, the number of Mountain Top Realm warriors, especially the End Realm Warriors, is not much different.
There are actually only three Zijing warriors from Luzhou in Beiju, including Gu You who just died with Ji Yue.
Aquarius Continent, which has the smallest territory among the Nine Continents, also has three: Li Liu's father, Li Er, vassal king Song Changjing, and Luolu Mountain Cui Cheng.
Now that Gu You has died in battle, it is an opportunity for all the Luzhou warriors in Beiju to share the martial fortunes of the continent. As for how much they can get, everyone naturally depends on their ability.
This is the basis of the saying that "A warrior in the third realm of refining the gods lives in his own country, and a warrior in the final realm lives in his own country".
Li Liu suddenly asked: "Mr. Chen, have you ever been to a secret landscape like Xiaotiandi before?"
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Not long ago, I just walked through an ancient ruins that has no records."
Li Liu said: "No wonder. After Gu You's death, martial arts dispersed, but there was a strong martial arts fortune, somewhat mysterious, which seemed to contain Gu You's obsession. It lingered in Beiting and Shuixiao Kingdom for a long time.
They stayed for about half a day before slowly dispersing. It should be that they could not find Mr. Chen's relationship. If you get this gift and successfully enter the Golden Realm with the strongest six realms, the possibility will be much greater, even if the Jinjia Continent is
A fellow martial artist next to him has been increasing his punching power, which should not have much impact on Mr. Chen. It is a bit difficult to predict at the moment. If the opponent keeps improving his boxing skills, Mr. Chen is stagnant. Before the opponent breaks through,
Before, Mr. Chen broke through his own bottleneck and reached the seventh level, so he will lose that opportunity."
Chen Pingan understood clearly.
It’s because I have practiced Shanshan Quan for many years and received guidance from my senior Gu You Sanquan.
Therefore, even if he is a foreigner, Senior Gu is still willing to share his martial fortune as a gift to himself.
Of course I will regret missing this legacy from Gu You, but I don’t have any regrets.
Chen Ping'an held a green bamboo hiking stick in one hand and made a fist lightly with the other, saying: "It doesn't matter. Senior Gu You is from Luzhou, Beiju. It is only natural that his martial arts fortune bequeathed to the martial arts of this continent. I can only practice boxing more diligently."
, to be able to live up to Senior Gu’s expectations.”
For Chen Ping'an, this gift can be divided into two types: if the military luck does not catch it, the gift must be grasped firmly.
When one's own interests are really compromised, it is the true truth to be able to distinguish right from wrong, clearly distinguish between choices, and not to worry about gains and losses.
Li Liu smiled and said: "Mr. Chen can think like this, which means that Gu You has a good taste, and my brother Li Huai is not bad either."
Chen Ping'an always felt that something was wrong when listening to Li Liu's words, but it seemed to be natural, and that was how it should be.
But when I think of the customs and customs of my hometown, I am not surprised. In the Mud Ping Lane where my ancestral home is located, there are Cao Xi, the Sword Immortal from Nan Po Sua Continent, and Gu Can from Shu Jian Lake, of course. He is Chen Ping'an.
Tourists climbed onto the high platform one after another, and Chen Ping'an and Li Liu stopped talking.
When there were sixteen people, sixteen snow-white dragons formed by condensed clouds and mist appeared in all directions of the high platform at the same time. Their heads were close to the high platform, and each dragon in the sea of clouds looked like a ferry.
Li Liu said: "Sixteen people at a time can ride the dragon separately, ignore the restrictions of the small world, and successfully enter the Dragon Palace Cave Heaven. It can also be regarded as a gimmick of the Water Dragon Sect."
Li Liu took the lead and walked up to the head of a dragon.
Chen Pingan drew the gourd in the same way, raised his foot and stepped on the head of Yunwu Bailong, and stood gently.
Just when someone planned to arrive at the high platform later but wanted to be the first, the ethereal figure of a god in green appeared on the high platform and said: "There is a pit below, and the corpses are all passengers competing for the ferry. Whether it is life or death, big or small, you can weigh it yourself."
Probably only Chen Ping'an noticed where the green-robed god was standing, which was the farthest away from Li Liu.
Sixteen snow-white dragons formed by water transport began to slowly rise into the sky. Just when they were about to break through the thick sea of clouds and let the passengers vaguely see a golden light hanging high in the sky, they suddenly fell down without warning.
There is mist all around.
Li Liu drove the dragon under his feet and came to Chen Ping'an. He smiled and said: "The golden light above the head is the prototype of a day condensed from the essence of the incense in the Jidu Temple. It is also one of the foundations of Shuilong Sect. However, the progress Slowly, because there is no way to do it, the embryo is polished extremely rough, and it went astray from the beginning. According to the current rate of accumulation of incense in the ancestral temple, it will not be possible if the Shuilong Sect is given another ten thousand years. The Shuilong Sect monks want to be in the Dragon Palace The possibility of Dongtian creating the sun and moon on its own is much smaller than the possibility of snatching the pair of sun and moon from Chen Chun'an's shoulder."
Chen Ping'an looked up and saw only the sea of clouds that was too high to see the sky and too low to see the bottom, and there was no trace of golden light.
Chen Ping'an said to himself: "If I were a Shuilong Sect monk, I would have made the same choice. Even if I only have this glimmer of light, I would be willing to accumulate incense."
Li Liu said: "Mr. Chen, the practice of Taoism is still different from the practice of martial arts. It's not that we can't pay attention to the stupid skill of dripping water through stone, but once a Taoist only pays attention to this, it won't work. Even if a Qi practitioner lives a long life, he still can't endure it. I got up and sat in the mountains a few times."
Chen Ping'an nodded and said with a smile: "I'll remember it."
After about a stick of incense, the cloud dragon swayed slightly and put its four claws on the ground. The surrounding clouds and mist dispersed, and everyone's vision suddenly became clear.
Chen Pingan found himself standing on a sea of clouds.
Looking down, I see a majestic city built on a huge island, like a dynasty capital. The city is surrounded by green mountains and precious lights are flowing.
In addition to the majestic island city, there are islands of different sizes, each with ancient and simple buildings either leaning on mountains or facing water, like stars over the moon, guarding the capital city that seems to be located in the center of heaven and earth.
Thousands of miles of blue waves, boundless as far as the eye can see.
Above the sea of clouds, there are green-colored talisman boats hovering, some as small as a black awning boat, and some as large as a tower warship.
Shuizheng and Li Yuan were standing not far away.
Li Liu took Chen Pingan and walked towards this young man who didn't even know the direct descendant of the Water Dragon Sect's Patriarch Hall.
Li Yuan led the two of them to a large ship. After boarding, there was no movement or any monks on the ferry. The ferry started on its own.
Li Yuan said softly: "Fushan Island is full of water transport spiritual energy. It has been vacant for a hundred years. Mr. Chen can stay there and practice. It is not far from the old palace site. It can be reached in half an hour by boat."
Li Liu nodded, "Thank you."
Li Yuan felt a little uneasy and felt very uneasy.
Li Yuan asked cautiously: "Do we need to arrange some smart maids for Fushui Island?"
Li Liu said: "Ask me what to do? Ask Mr. Chen."
Li Yuan immediately turned around and asked Chen Pingan.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "It's already very annoying, so there's no need to go to such trouble."
Li Yuan said no more.
There was a slightly obtrusive tall building on the sea of clouds. A Yuanying monk from the Shuilong Sect who was stationed here stood at the railing on the top floor of the building. After seeing the Chilong jade tablets on the waists of the young woman and the boy, he stopped looking at the building.
It's just inevitable to have some doubts. Almost all the ministers of Shuilong Sect know each other, so why are these two strangers? Could it be that they are related to Chongxuan Department and Duckweed Sword Lake?
As long as those two jade tablets cannot be faked, the old Yuanying guarding the sea of clouds will not cause trouble.
This high-rise boat went like a flying sword and did not go to the Fushui Island ferry. It hovered directly in the square of an empty Xianjia mansion. The plaque on the mansion read "Longgong Tingyun".
When the three people disembarked from the boat and landed, the door of the mansion slowly opened.
Li Yuan explained: "Fushui Island was once a monastic place worshiped by an old Shuilong sect. It has been a hundred years since Bingjie passed away, and the disciples in the sect had no future. In order to forcefully break through, a Jindan monk secretly sold Fushui Island.
Return it to the Water Dragon Sect. After this man luckily became a Nascent Soul monk, he traveled to other continents. The other brothers had no choice but to move out of the Dragon Palace Cave."
The three of them crossed the threshold together, and Li Yuan said: "In addition to this cultivation mansion, Fushui Island also has Tou Shui Pond, Yongle Mountain Grottoes, iron workshop ruins and the Monument of Princess Shengxian. There is no one on the island and no owner. Chen
Sir, you can browse at will during your leisure time."
Finally, Li Yuan took off the jade medal from his waist. One side was engraved with a dragon pattern and the other side had the ancient seal "Jun Qingyu Xiang". He handed it to Chen Ping'an and said, "Mr. Chen, this object is the hub of Fushui Island's landscape formation. No need to
By refining it and wearing it on your body, you can control the formation. Nascent Soul monks cannot explore the island mansion, and if Jade Pu Realm monks secretly inspect this place, they will cause big ripples in the formation."
Li Liu was quite satisfied.
This place is obviously Li Yuan's private residence.
As for the old story of Shuilong Sect's worshiper Bingjie and internal strife among his disciples, Li Liu certainly didn't care about it.
True or false, what does it have to do with her.
Chen Ping'an did not hesitate. After thanking him, he accepted the heavy jade sign and hung it with the Shuilong Sect's wooden sign for "rest" across the bridge on one side of his waist.
It was only at this moment that Li Liu took off his jade plaque with the four characters "Three Feet of Sweet Rain" engraved on it and handed it to Chen Pingan with a smile, "Mr. Chen, just think of it as helping my brother to repay some kindness."
What she meant was that there was no need to pay it back.
This scene made Shuizheng and Li Yuan's eyelids tremble.
If it were him, he would probably have to kneel down to receive the order and thank him.
Chen Ping'an shook his head and said: "The gift is too heavy and cannot be ignored."
Li Liu didn't say anything, he just handed the jade plaque to Chen Ping'an.
Li Yuan didn't even dare to look at it, so he bowed respectfully and left.
So Chen Pingan hung three plaques around his waist.
Li Liu and Chen Ping'an walked in the mansion together, intending to stop for a while before leaving this summer palace with nothing to remember.
Once Chen Ping'an leaves, how can he return it? Does Li Yuan have the guts to temporarily collect and keep the jade plaque?
Even if the water is straight, Xiaoji is not afraid of being drowned?
How many of the former fire gods were refined and killed by fire?
The water gods of the rivers and lakes in the sky and the world were killed by her with floods of water. How could they be missing?
Chen Ping'an took out a statue of Yuan Jun from among the things nearby and said with a smile: "Miss Li, I originally planned to give it to Li Huai the next time I meet him, but now it's better for you to help carry it to Li Huai."
Li Liu's eyes suddenly became gentle, as if she had instantly transformed into the girl in the small town who carried a bucket to the ancient well to draw water every day. Willow Yiyi, soft and frail, never having the slightest edge.
She took the small gift, raised her hand, shook it, and joked: "Look, Mr. Chen and I are different. We accept heavy gifts and are never polite, but we still feel at ease."
Chen Ping'an also felt a little more relaxed and said with a smile: "I want to learn from Miss Li."
Li Liu looked at this young man with a warm smile and felt a little emotional.
My younger brother Li Huai was traveling to a foreign country. He looked like the most ordinary kid in the school. He was not as good as Li Baoping, Lin Shouyi, and Yu Lu. Thank you.
During his studies in the Sui Dynasty, Chen Ping'an only treated Li Huai with a normal heart.
Later, after her father Li Er appeared, Chen Pingan still treated Li Huai with a normal attitude.
This is still the case after she, Li Liu, appeared in Shuilong Sect.
You are Li Huai's sister and Li Er's daughter. No matter what your level is or what your opportunities are, I, Chen Ping'an, will try my best not to cause you trouble. I will be happy when I know that I am living well. That's all.
Be lenient to others, be self-restrained and cautious.
He is a true scholar. If he is not a true gentleman today, he will be one in the future.
So Li Liu smiled and said: "Lest Mr. Chen think that I only give bad news, there are two things that I must congratulate Mr. Chen."
Chen Ping'an's eyes lit up. Could it be that the Lotus Root Blessed Land requires two to three thousand Grain Rain coins, and the Luopo Mountain people overestimated it?
Li Liu said: "This sword has actually been an immortal weapon for a long time."
Chen Pingan was stunned on the spot.
The golden wine of the magic robe obtained from Jiaolonggou can be advanced to the rank of Immortal Soldier by feeding a large amount of gold essence and copper coins. This is the truth that Chen Pingan has known for a long time, but he has not been able to achieve it.
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But why did this sword fairy suddenly transform from a semi-immortal weapon to a legendary immortal weapon?
Li Liu once said, "The sword has a bit of majestic energy and a grain of essence of Taoism."
Chen Pingan fell into deep thought, which the latter could understand because the Sword Immortal had refined the broken sword energy given by Taoist Sun.
But what is the reason for the former’s awe-inspiring anger?
Li Liu said no more about this matter, "Also, Mr. Chen can stay on Fushui Island without any scruples and absorb the surrounding water-borne spiritual energy at will. Dragon Palace Cave Heaven will not mind this small loss at all, and besides, it is
Fushui Island deserves its share.”
"There is another piece of news that is not so good. It is to ask the man named Li Yuan to help send a letter to Luoluo Mountain in Aquarius Continent. There will be no clues."
Li Liu stopped and said, "I'm going to visit the main city of Dragon Palace."
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Miss Li must inform you before leaving Shuilong Sect so that I can return the jade token."
Li Liu couldn't laugh or cry.
Chen Ping'an was also a little bit dumbfounded. As expected, he guessed Miss Li's little plan.
Li Liu nodded and said: "Okay, before leaving, I will come to Fushui Island."
Chen Ping'an no longer wanted to stay.
Li Liuhuahong left, and there was no ripple of spiritual energy in the world.
It is actually the same wind-controlling aura as that of Sword Immortal Li Cai.
Chen Ping'an wandered around the mansion alone, planning to find a secluded place suitable for practicing. After taking a general look, he planned to go see the swimming pool and the Immortal Ascension Monument.
Li Liu quietly rose into the sky against the wind and landed near the mansion before heading towards the sea of clouds.
She assumed that she had kept her promise.
In the sea of clouds, the water is straight and Li Yuan stands with his hands tied.
Li Liu asked: "How about the Shuilong Sect's Patriarch Hall?"
Li Yuan said succinctly: "It's nothing."
Li Liu smiled and said, "Li Yuan, you only have a little hard work left."
Li Yuan smiled.
Li Liu asked: "What does that old woman have to do with you?"
As long as Li Liu is in the Dragon Palace Cave, he can surpass the magical powers of saints from all over the world.
Li Yuan shook his head and sighed: "I blame me for pretending to be a water ghost and scaring a little girl."
Li Liu lost interest and told Li Yuan to pay more attention to Mr. Chen's practice, and then she casually opened the sky curtain. When she broke into the Jidu River bordering Xiaodongtian, it was even more...
Traveling thousands of miles away in an instant, it is more invisible than any immortal magical power that can shrink the mountains and rivers.
All the rivers, lakes and seas in the world are under the jurisdiction of her little world, Li Liu.
territory.
In fact, regarding Chen Ping'an's water affairs, Li Liu may be the most qualified person in the world to give advice, but she didn't deliberately say it.
Chen Ping'an first chose a place to practice Taoism, and then took a walk alone. After seeing the four beautiful historical sites, he began to return to his mansion, took out six Taoist temple green bricks, placed them on the ground, and began to practice boxing while walking.
Hang the sword fairy on the wall in advance and the hiking stick leans against the wall.
After practicing boxing, Chen Pingan went to a study to write a letter, chatting with Zhu Lian about matters related to the Lotus Root Blessed Land, and of course many trivial matters. At the end of the letter, he told Zhu Lian that he would be in Shuilong Sect.
Longgongdongtian waited until he received Luoposhan's reply before continuing on his way. The letter told Zhu Lian frankly that he, the Baofengzhai who wandered half of Beiju Luzhou, did have some surplus, but if Luoposhan could borrow money, he would be far away if there were no hidden dangers.
If the gap is filled in time without any worries, then he will not sell it at a low price first. If there is still a gap, there is no need to hide it. He will try to be a baggage house again in the Dragon Palace Cave and let Chunlu
How many Grain Rain grains can be replenished by clearing out the inventory at the Pupingying Shop? How much money can I get?
After he stopped writing, Chen Pingan was not in a hurry and asked the young man named Li Yuan to help him send the letter to Luolu Mountain.
Putting away the paper, pen and secret letter, Chen Ping'an began to seriously consider one thing.
Do you want to refine the third natal item in this Dragon Palace Cave?
Turning his head and glancing at the Immortal Sword on the wall, Chen Ping'an thought that he already owned an Immortal Weapon, and he owed a few thousand Grain Rain, which was not too much.
At Muyi Mountain in the Skeleton Beach, Pang Lanxi persuaded his grandfather to pick up his pen again and draw a few more sets of pictures of goddesses that he could use as gifts so that he could give them away and go on cross-continental training in the future.
In the Ghost Valley, a mouse spirit is still on the steps outside the Yangchang Palace day after day, with the wooden pole and spear lying across its legs, basking in the sun. When the ancestor is at home, it will watch the door obediently.
When the ancestor was not at home, he secretly took out the books and read them carefully.
In Jingguan City, Gao Cheng has been feeling uneasy lately, and he doesn't know what went wrong.
On the other side of Mute Lake, the little water monster that was kind to people is no longer there. I heard that he traveled far away with a certain young monk.
In the Golden Crow Palace, Liu Zhiqing, the most senior Jindan Sword Cultivator, is still sitting on the top of his mountain. After closing the mountain and retreating, Liu Zhiqing coldly looks at the various expressions of living beings in a sect, including joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, and cleanses the sword with the human heart.
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The small shop with a shopkeeper on Laohuai Street in Chunlu Pu is making a steady stream of money. Unfortunately, there are not many people taking advantage of it now, and there are some flaws in the ointment.
The young man who used Yuying cliff stones to engrave seals and other documents for clearing confessions became more and more proficient in knife skills and earned a lot of money.
After Liu Jinglong arrived at Taihui Sword Sect, he was in retreat. It is said that the people who asked for swordsmanship have now identified two of them, Duckweed Jianhu Li Cai and Dong Zhu.
At Peach Blossom Crossing in the Lotus Kingdom, Liu Guibao was studying the Taoist book, but occasionally he would think of the foreign scholar named Huai Qian. Besides complaining about his bad eyesight, he also had a little sadness that lingered in his heart.
Go, but come again quietly.
Xu Xingjiu in Yunshang City successfully broke through the realm and entered the sea-viewing realm. He planned to make a plan when Mr. Liu would reach the upper five realms. He also successfully withstood the challenge of the three sword immortals, so he brought enough good wine to pay a visit.
The young swordsman who had admired him for a long time heard that Mr. Liu actually likes to drink, but he is just unwilling to drink under normal circumstances. For this reason, Xu Xingjiu also specially trained his drinking capacity, which made Shen Zhenze and Zhao Qingwan a little worried, right?
Xu Xingjiu was so complacent that he drank so much that Xu Xingjiu had to explain that Mr. Chen told him that if he couldn't drink enough, he met Mr. Liu and couldn't talk, let alone drink.
Outside a thatched hut on the mountain peak of Taihui Sword Sect, the young man Bai Shou, who has officially become a disciple of the sect, is sitting alone on a bench, swaying back and forth, feeling bored. Well, I originally thought that the surname was Liu, after all
He is a famous swordsman. In the Taihui Sword Sect, there should be a high-level mansion with the style of an immortal family. He never thought that there is only such a small shabby house behind him. There are quite a few books in it, but he doesn't like to read them.
.So Bai Shou had nothing to do, wondering if he could deal with those proud sons of Taihui Sword Sect if he were still an assassin from Gelu Mountain. But those peers, everyone saw him,
They were all polite, reaching out and not hitting the smiling person. Bai Shou felt that he really couldn't use fists or knives. The eyes of those guys looked at him, and each one was more envious than the other. Bai Shou was surprised, you guys like to be that surname so much.
Liu's disciples? Is it possible to trade with you? It's a pity that when those people heard about it, they all looked strange and stopped coming to the hut again. It's good that he is still clean alone.
On the shore of the West Sea of Luzhou in Beiju, near the Thunder God's Residence at Baby Mountain, two Taoist priests, one old and one young, suddenly appeared.
The young Taoist priest squatted on the ground and vomited. This was the benefit of experience. It was actually more comfortable to eat and drink enough first than to retching for a long time.
The old master knelt down and patted his disciple's back gently, "It's my fault that Master's Taoism is not good enough."
Zhang Shanfeng turned his head and said with a sad face, "Master, if you say this, this disciple will not feel any better."
Master Huolong smiled and said, "Master, I feel better in my heart."
Zhang Shanfeng took a deep breath, and just as he was about to stand up, he continued to squat and vomited.
Just as Master Huolong was about to complain about himself, there was a group of monks heading to Baby Mountain in Yufeng above their heads. Seeing the embarrassment of the young Taoist priest, they all laughed loudly.
Zhang Shanfeng couldn't care about this and was very dizzy.
The old master disappeared quietly, came behind the two wind-controlling immortals, pressed his head with a palm, and said with a smile: "What is so funny? Tell me and listen to it, so that even a poor man can be happy?"
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The two immortals felt their scalps numb, and they immediately shrank their necks, like two chickens. One of them said loudly, "I'm happy to see the old immortal!"
On the other hand, the man realized it later and hurriedly said: "I'm glad I met the old god by chance. I'm so happy today!"
Master Huolong gave a gentle push, causing the two Earth Immortal monks to stagger forward and return to Zhang Shanfeng with a smile.
Zhang Shanfeng was completely unaware of his master's departure and return.
After Zhang Shanfeng stood up, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Master, you can go on your way."
The old master smiled and said: "Don't be in a hurry, take your time. For those who practice Taoism, time is long. If you walk too fast, it is easy to miss the scenery."
Zhang Shanfeng complained: "I wanted to give the water elixir to Chen Pingan earlier."
The old man nodded and calculated with his fingers that he could indeed be anxious about this matter.
In Jinjiazhou, among the ruins, Liu Youzhou yawned, and the woman in white kept punching. Judging from the posture, she was really addicted. Cao Ci still didn't fight back or said anything. He just looked at those collapsed statues. Sometimes Cao Ci would
Facing them, the head of Kuaiji could put his hands together and bow. The woman whose fisting intention was getting stronger and stronger was just throwing punches. Liu Youzhou was not a pure martial artist, but he felt that her moves were becoming more and more unstructured, and she could do whatever she wanted, even if she punched
Try your best again.
But for Cao Ci, there seems to be no difference. You still punch you, and I look at my statue.
Suddenly, she stopped. The ten fingers of her hands and the entire back of her hands were all exposed and no flesh was visible. She asked in a deep voice: "Is it still wrong?"
Cao Ci turned around and said with a smile: "Why, if a punch can't knock me down, it's wrong? Do people of the same age today have the right punches?"
Cao Ci was rarely able to speak, so he said two sentences for the first time, "There is no wrong boxing technique in the world, there are only wrongly practiced martial arts, and shots that are not meaningful enough."
The woman gritted her teeth and said: "It's not 'can't be beaten', it's that I can't beat him!"
Cao Ci hummed.
No more words.
Since this is the case, as long as you are not blind, you can see it and know it well. It is easy for Cao Ci to say a few polite words, but to her, what is the benefit?
If a pure martial artist who aspires to climb to the top of the mountain cannot stand even a few truths and truths, how can he use his fists to climb the mountain and finally stand firm on the top of the mountain?
In this regard, the peer I met on the Sword Qi Great Wall did really well. He was willing to accept his fate. In fact, he had always wanted to be able to one day refuse to accept his fate.
Cao Ci continued walking, remembered something, and asked, "Do you remember how many punches you threw?"
The young woman shook her head, "I didn't remember that."
Cao Ci, who had his back turned to her, said slowly: "Then just remember this. You don't have to think about how to punch or the strength. Just remember the number of punches."
The young woman frowned, "Cao Ci, why are you willing to teach me boxing skills?"
Cao Ci raised his head and looked at the sky, "It's not really about giving advice, but it's worth a few words from me, so I'll just say a few words. It's not that big of a deal. You can do the same when you meet other warriors in the future.
It must be the same. The path of martial arts is not a life-and-death path, and martial arts is even more...forget it, it seems a little inappropriate to tell you this."
She smiled bitterly and said: "That's because you are Cao Ci and you are destined not to meet peers who make you feel desperate. That's why you can say that."
Cao Ci nodded and said, "I don't need to think about this."
She had some itchy teeth.
Cao Ci said: "A true martial artist is pure and does not make people think he is the wrath of that warrior every day."
Liu Youzhou clicked his tongue and marveled, it was rare that Cao Ci was willing to talk so much in one breath.
Perhaps this is what Cao Ci himself calls purity.
You must know that once this woman reaches the Golden Body Realm with the strongest six realms in the world, Cao Ci will have an opponent of the same realm in vain. At least the realm is equivalent.
As for the level of boxing skills of both sides at that time.
She must know best, and she still feels desperate. It's not bad to fight against seven realms with six realms, so embarrassed. But if you fight seven realms against seven realms, you still can't touch a corner of your clothes, Liu Youzhou will feel for her.
Frustrated.
On a bustling street in a state city in Qingmingtianxia, a charming young Taoist priest set up a stall on the roadside, saying that palm reading was an ancestral skill, especially for young women.
As for his junior brother, after watching a tragic story about a monk's revenge, this place is his hometown, but by choosing to walk at night in brocade clothes, the boy found a peer who sympathized with his brothers and sisters, and a girl who was his childhood sweetheart.
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As the young Taoist priest touched the white and tender hands of a beautiful girl, he muttered something in a sacred way. He also thought about whether his junior brother would let go of his close friend who was like a brother, and whether he would pray.
He took the girl away and returned to Bai Yujing together. This is another little happy story. How does the younger brother do it? The young Taoist priest is a little curious. In fact, there are many choices, but in the final analysis, it is how the younger brother views the so-called Xiangdao.
heart of.
Lu Chen gently put down the pretty girl's little hand and talked to her about marriage.
He turned his head and looked somewhere. He couldn't say he was disappointed, but there didn't seem to be any surprises or surprises.
The junior brother was holding the body of a peer, weeping silently. The girl stood beside him, as if she had been struck by lightning, and fell into Lu Chen's eyes, looking a little cute and cute.
Just killing one person will kill three hearts.
It's hard to say whether this business was a good deal or a loss.
Lu Chen held his cheek with one hand, looked at the bustling street, and smiled at a woman who stopped in the distance and looked back at him.
The young woman probably didn't expect to be seen by the handsome Taoist, so she twisted her slender waist, bowed her head and walked away shyly.
A woman’s smile is something you never tire of.
Lu Chen estimated that even if he looked at it for ten thousand years, he would still find it pleasing to the eye.
Lu Chen sighed, "Junior brother, it's okay. If you kill someone, you'll kill yourself." He managed to pass the heart test.
Otherwise, he wouldn't mind hitting his palm again and beating his junior brother into a puddle of mud.
It's just that there is still a big gap between it and his little senior brother's best expectations.
The human body is the heaven and the earth, and Taoists cultivate the great road. How come the two great principles of heaven and earth and purity have such small meanings?
The more Lu Chen thought about it, the unhappy he became, so he angrily took out a bamboo stick from the tube and broke it gently.
The little junior brother was cut in half as if by a flying sword. He was not dead, but only half dead.
After all, he is a junior brother who possesses three precious treasures of the White Jade Immortal Armament. How can he die so easily?
Another Lu Chen appeared next to his junior brother who was still struggling after being broken into two parts. He squatted down and said with a smile: "Junior brother, work harder and put yourself back together. You will definitely survive."
As for the man at the fortune-telling stall on the roadside, Lu Chen smiled broadly and stretched out his hand to a young girl who had already taken a seat. "I am proficient in palmistry and can accurately predict marriages. I am just like that Yue Lao's brother."
On the bank of the river of the Confucian Chen family in Nanbosu Island, Liu Xianyang discovered for the first time that the old Confucian scholar was standing on the cliff earlier than him.
After walking up the cliff, Liu Xianyang bowed in salute and called "Mr."
The two met often, and the old man said that he was a teacher. Since the Chen family owned an academy, there were many people studying here, and there were even more people traveling here, so he did not recognize the old man, and Liu Xianyang did not recognize him.
Don't find it strange.
Liu Xianyang found that the old gentleman today seemed a little different. He didn't ask about his academic progress as often as before, and whether he had any doubts about chapters and sentences.
Wonderful, if your knowledge gradually deepens and you become addicted to chapters and sentences, it is not appropriate to stick to chapters and sentences. After all, worldly knowledge needs to be gradual.
The old Confucian scholar stood on the edge of the cliff and looked at the river. He was silent for a long time and then turned around and asked: "Liu Xianyang, what do you think of the Confucian Chen family's family tradition and academic style?"
Liu Xianyang was a little surprised. This was an old question when he and the old gentleman met for the first time. He didn't know why the old gentleman asked again.
Liu Xianyang still had the same answer, "Okay."
The old gentleman asked, "What's so good about it?"
Liu Xianyang smiled and said: "Fortunately it is useful."
The old gentleman nodded, "That's really not bad."
Liu Xianyang asked softly: "What was the old gentleman thinking about before?"
The old man smiled and said: "Old people who are old always think about the things behind them."
Liu Xianyang was speechless.
The old man added: "Young people should not be so sluggish, but should be full of energy, dare to say what is wrong with the world, dare to ask what is wrong with the truth, and dare to think about how to apply the principles learned in books.
Come and benefit the world."
Liu Xianyang nodded and said: "Junior, try your best to do it."
The old man sighed: "Seeing you young people and us old people, we will feel that time is never enough and we are not enough teachers."
Liu Xianyang sighed.
The old man smiled and said: "Don't sigh, luck will run away."
Liu Xianyang was stunned for a moment, is there such a thing?
The old man laughed and said: "When I was a child, my elders used to scare me like this."
Liu Xianyang thought it was quite fun.
In my memory, Chen Ping'an never sighed long and short. Instead, he and the little slug often had nothing to do, lying under the shade of the trees in summer or on the ridges of the fields at night. You sighed and I sighed once. They never tired of it and played around.
Son. But it seems that the person with the worst luck in those years has always been Chen Ping'an. I wonder if now that he is the mountain owner of his hometown, does it count as a turn of events?
On the tenth day of October, Chen Ping'an took the talisman boat prepared by Fushui Island and went to the main island of Longgong Cave. There was so much incense there that even the monks burned paper and cut out clothes, following the ancient customs.
, to give clothes to the ancestors. Chen Pingan was no exception. He bought a lot of five-color paper cold clothes cut by the Shuilong Sect in the store, and a large basket. After bringing them back to Fushui Island, Chen Pingan wrote the names one by one, and the shop came with a table.
An ordinary small stove is used to burn paper. The paper is burned on the next day, October 11th. It is said that this matter is not done on the Ghost Festival, but the best two days before and after, so as not to disturb the ancestors.
It can also be of great benefit to your ancestors and the passing ghosts and gods.
Chen Pingan is familiar with certain local customs in the Shuilong Sect. For example, when visiting a grave in his hometown to pay homage, except for adding soil, it is exactly the same as Chen Pingan's hometown, and there are many similarities, such as the man who kowtows without crying.
, the rule of women not to kowtow when they cry.
On this day of paper burning, Chen Pingan burned it for a full hour.
Seeing Shuizheng and Li Yuan in the sea of clouds, they were in a daze. They almost couldn't help but look at the names written on so many colorful cold clothes.
Just the thought of her calling this person "Mr. Chen" made Li Yuan afraid to make a mistake.
On October 15th, Shuiguan's day to relieve misfortunes, the Shuilong sect held a huge Golden Urn Taoist temple, set up restaurants and built Jiaos to relieve misfortune for the ancestors and to accumulate blessings for the deceased.
Compared with the cost of buying colorful winter clothes during the previous Ghost Festival, if you want to offer incense and light lanterns at this Golden Urn Dharma Ceremony, it won’t cost more than a few grains of snow.
Chen Pingan took the initiative to activate the Fushui Island Landscape Formation, and Li Yuan pretended to have heard the news and arrived there.
Chen Ping'an inquired in detail about the rules of the Jinlu Dojo, and finally handed Li Yuan a book containing his name and place of origin, and then gave Shuizheng two Guyu coins.
It was said that he was asked to help attend the Jinlu Dojo, and asked the Shuilong Sect master to help write the names one by one on the special talisman paper, so as to accumulate blessings in the next life for the deceased people on the book.
Li Yuan couldn't help it anymore, so he asked: "May I ask Mr. Chen, these deceased old people?"
Chen Ping'an said: "I'm just trying to make up for my mistakes. It's not enough. I just hope it's still useful. It's not too late."
Li Yuan held the booklet, nodded and said: "Don't worry, heaven and man are connected, gods and ghosts are connected. Don't underestimate your sincerity."
So Li Yuan took charge of the matter himself.
Chen Ping'an came to the ridge of the roof. He took the sword with him today and laid it across his knees. He was alone and looked around blankly.