Chapter six hundred and seventy-six finally traveled far away
Among the sixty-one people imprisoned in the prison, there are very few fifth-level demon clans left.
Today's core-twisting sewing is particularly critical, as it is the final stage at the spine.
The old deaf boy clasped his hands behind his back and came all the way to watch the sewing.
As a demon clan, it is more comfortable to watch people endure hardship than to enjoy happiness.
The white-haired boy was calling his grandson.
The old deaf boy responded and became deaf.
Chen Ping'an has long been sitting in meditation, immersed in concentration. The three souls and seven souls have been nailed with embroidery needles, and they are tightly imprisoned by the twisting core. This is to prevent Chen Ping'an from being unable to bear the pain, unable to control himself, and all the links are broken.
There should be no flaw in sewing.
Nian Xin was extremely considerate in sewing this time and "making wedding clothes" for the young hermit official.
The reason is simple. She will never have such an opportunity to practice her skills again in her life.
And once she succeeds, at least two qi practitioners in the world, especially those sanctimonious sect genealogy masters, will know that she has twisted the core, and as a sewing worker who is like a street rat, she has made something unprecedented and unprecedented.
The feat of the person.
Just like that man, whenever the art of chess is mentioned in the human world, one cannot avoid Baidi City, and when one talks about Taoism, one cannot avoid the Heavenly Master.
Therefore, Nuxin is more eager to succeed than Chen Ping'an.
As a result, a sewing man who is a Jade Purity monk will often feel his eyes become astringent and sore after using the knife and taking out the needle for a long time, so he picks up the sword gourd at hand and pours out a green bead with strong water transport.
, raised his head and dropped them into his eyes.
In addition to the sword-raising gourd borrowed from the young Yinguan, Nuxin, after sewing twice, took out two of the most precious treasures of the Immortal family at the bottom of the box, namely the golden urn and the jade book.
The old deaf boy looked down at the golden and jade book, nodded and said, "Good stuff."
The white-haired boy said regretfully: "It's a pity. It will be discarded after use. Otherwise, my grandpa Yinguan's eyes will shine."
Both things are the origin of twisting the core.
Nian Xin once confessed to Chen Pingan that her opportunity to practice Taoism was not only due to the many secrets and magical powers of the sewing people, but also from the golden urn and jade book, which are extremely orthodox treasures of the immortal family and can complement each other with the sewing method. Otherwise,
She will definitely not survive today.
Ordinary cultivators, even if they are in the same Jade Purity realm as Nian Xin, cannot clearly see the contents of the Golden Lug and Jade Book, as if there is a natural landscape formation.
It's just that the old deaf child and the white-haired boy are very unusual.
The Jade Book is a Zen jade book from an ancient dynasty in the Divine Continent of Middle-earth. The book is divided into twenty-four slips, and the slips are connected in series with gold threads. Each piece of the jade book has been cut and polished with secret techniques.
The Golden Urn is a "Zhenjuan Zhenjuan", also known as the Zhenlu Tutu. The whole volume is divided into three parts. The first part has a total of sixteen characters. The first eight characters are three-hole Jinzong Zhenxian Jian, all with cloud fonts.
Seal script, surrounded by clouds and mist, slowly flowing, the last eight characters, Taoism and heaven will last forever, are words of blessing, written by a great heavenly master from Longhu Mountain. The second part is the portrait of sixty-one gods, and the third part is just
It is the main text of the entire "Official Records". It tells the story of a queen who aspired to become the Taoist Immortal Xuanjun. It is said that after the fall of the dynasty, the woman concentrated on cultivating Taoism and eventually ascended to the throne.
The jade book is okay, after being spread out, it is only one foot.
But the real scroll, all unfolded, is more than ten feet long.
The reason why these two precious treasures were taken out was that the sewing people would use unique techniques to twist the cores, either pick out the characters, peel off the talisman, or apply the cloud pattern, and then use the imperial edict and yellow method to place them one by one on the skin of the young hidden official.
, above the muscles and bones.
Therefore, Nuxin has reached the point where he is willing to bankrupt his fortune just to sew this time.
As for how much suffering and pain the young people will suffer, Nuxin doesn't mind at all. Since he dares to come here and do this, he will just suffer it.
At this moment, looking at the gold and jade book on the ground, the old deaf man remembered a small thing. Earlier, the old deaf man agreed to the deal with the young Yin Guan in exchange for all three disciples walking out of the prison.
The two parties have reached an agreement. The old deaf boy needs to come up with a Taoist method suitable for the practice of the demon clan, as well as two mountain objects of the magic weapon level, and they must be rare among the magic weapons. Whether it is refining or using, the threshold must be low.
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Giving away two magic weapons is a trivial matter, but the art is a little troublesome.
A mountain Taoism that is passed down in an orderly manner must have many restrictions. For example, small objects, close objects, and some rare talismans all have ways to open and close the door.
Another example is that a certain ancestral talisman from the Heavenly Master's Mansion in Longhu Mountain has been blessed by the Heavenly Masters of all generations. Apart from the descendants of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, let alone refining, even if you are a monk in the Immortal Realm, you can't lift it.
The profound magic techniques of the Immortal family, written in the form of formulas, are often in line with the Dao. After being compiled into a book, they naturally contain supernatural powers. Firstly, the material that carries the characters of the Dao formula must not be simple. Secondly, even if the great monks remove all kinds of restrictions,
Qi practitioners with low realms are also looked down upon. Therefore, the Immortal family with the title of Zong often treasures Taoist books, which are mostly passed down orally and heart-to-heart, which is called "personal transmission".
The old deaf man thought for a moment, and there was no point in keeping that Taoist book for himself. Anyway, he had never thought of starting a sect, so he simply lifted all the restrictions and gave it to the young hermit official. But after that, Chen Ping'an taught others how to do it.
The old deaf child just ignored it and handed the toilet paper to the person squatting in the toilet. It was very affectionate and he couldn't wipe his buttocks as well.
The white-haired boy smiled and asked: "If it were Youyu and Du Shanyin, would they be rolling all over the ground with one strike?"
The old deaf boy shook his head and said: "I can barely survive two cuts, but there is still a chance. Anyway, these two brats don't rely on hardship to practice. Good luck is more useful than anything else. Otherwise, it would be their turn to come here to enjoy the blessings."
Nuxin put away the knife and rested for a moment. Because she was a little sluggish when using the knife before, she seemed to be in a bad mood. When she heard the noise of the old deaf child and the demon outside, her face became gloomy and she said angrily: "Get away!"
The old deaf boy who was famous for his good temper on the Jianqi Great Wall really stayed away from this place and walked up the stairs. It didn't matter that the little girl was ugly, but her temper was so bad. No wonder she couldn't get married.
The white-haired boy floated beside the old deaf child, "Do you need Grandpa's help to sharpen your gloomy Taoist heart? You don't even need to thank Grandpa for such a small favor."
The old deaf child laughed and said: "I advise you not to do it. The boss swordsman is watching here. If my servant fails to protect the master, I will definitely settle the old and new accounts with you before I am beaten to death."
After the two guys left, Nuxin let out a breath of turbid air, continued to calm down, and slowly lowered the knife.
What would be a horrific scene in the eyes of ordinary people, was too beautiful to behold in her eyes.
In the method of seal carving, yang is noble, clear and light. After twisting the core and inscribing the knife, the clouds and mist rise, giving birth to five-color sesame. Yin is noble, heavy and turbid, like the dragon veins stretching from the roots of Dayue Mountain. Clear and light are like the sky, and heavy and turbid are like the earth.
For example, if there is a four-character Yangyun seal, instead of writing the real name of the great demon, the "Tao Jing Master Treasure" seal is written. Once the seal is completed, there will be an auspicious atmosphere that lingers around like a sea of clouds surrounding a mountain.
There are also eight ancient small seals engraved with the words "Tai Yi Zhuang Bao, Immortal Seal". The characters are stacked on top of each other. They need to be very careful in the smallest details and fold them into one character, which consumes a lot of effort in twisting the core.
There are the skills of the sword and the patterns of the talisman, which are bent and twisted to the best of their ability. There is a place for retracting the sword, and the place for retracting the pen is like drooping dewdrops, hanging low but not falling, and the water movement condenses like drops of morning dew.
There is also a cutting knife that is like a carpenter's shavings, twisting the core and lowering his head to gently blow away the useless debris, and those debris naturally all come from the spine of the young Yin Guan.
After finishing work today, Nuxin dragged the young man to the small door again, complaining: "Chen Ping'an, I can't hold on, it's only thirty knives at most. If I hadn't closed the knife in time, your
The entire spine is considered useless. Do you want to break the Bridge of Immortality again?!"
The dying young man could no longer speak. He only moved his lips slightly, probably cursing.
There is no blood stain on the ground, and no twisting core is wasted. The blood will be connected into threads on its own, and eventually it will all be collected into the embroidery bag at her waist.
The old deaf man stood at the small door, unlocked it, and threw the young official into the "smelting furnace" of rolling golden magma.
The old deaf boy closed the door.
Just as Nian Xin was about to leave, the old deaf man said: "Sir Yin Guan has never told you how to kill the five realms. How do you plan to solve it?"
Nuxin shook his head and said, "He didn't say."
The old deaf boy smiled and said, "Today is going well?"
There was a gloom on the brows of Nuxin, "Chen Ping'an has been unable to reach the far travel realm, after all, it is not a long-term solution. In fact, the current pain is very painful, and he brought it on himself. If it were me, let the boss sword
The immortal used some unscrupulous means to break through the situation first. Since he is in a hurry to leave, why not be extremely anxious."
The old deaf child hummed, these troubles had nothing to do with him, and said: "Miss Nian Xin, after being a neighbor for so many years, why don't I treat you to a meal of loach stewed with tofu? My young master is really good at craftsmanship. It's better than that.
Your internal organs are chewing on each other, and you are eating yourself."
Twist core is not grateful and drifts away.
When the old deaf boy went to the big demon Qingqiu's prison, he didn't even need to speak a word. The big demon obediently handed over three coins of his life essence and blood and a large piece of flesh and blood, and then asked in a trembling voice: "Can you please send me a message?"
Hidden official?"
I really can't bear this going on.
The old deaf boy ate the flesh and blood of green loach. It was full of muscles, but the taste was much worse than cooked food. He smiled and said: "Didn't Master Yin Guan come to you again? Why, we still didn't reach an agreement last time?"
The great demon Qingqiu smiled bitterly.
I did meet the young man again before, but at that time I wanted to drag the guy into jail, so I "declined" the other party's proposal.
The young man said something, I heard that the loaches like to be cloudy and are most afraid of the sun. Then he threw a yellow paper talisman with ghostly talismans into the cage. The great demon Qingqiu grabbed it with one hand and ate the talisman.
He ridiculed the young man's talisman skills.
After that, the young people stopped coming, but the old deaf children came every now and then.
The old deaf boy ate and wiped everything clean, put his hands behind his back and said, "What were you doing earlier?"
Perhaps this day was an auspicious day for the great demon Qingqiu, so Chen Pingan visited the cage of the great demon in the upper five realms.
When the young man passed by, the great demon Qingqiu immediately appeared near the sword light fence and said, "How can I prevent Chengshan from causing trouble for me?"
Chen Ping'an was stunned for a moment. Chengshan was the alias of the old deaf boy in the wild world? The files on the old deaf boy in the Summer Palace were only two pages, and every word was smeared into ink blocks by Xiao Xun, the former hermit official.
, the kind that paints one word at a time, neither tearing out the page directly nor scribbling over large areas, it seems like she is doing something very interesting.
Chen Ping'an stopped and looked at the big demon Qingqiu, "It's very simple. Tell me the inside story of the great demon Yiluohe. The more detailed the better."
The great demon Qingqiu was silent for a moment, with a sneer on his face, and then retreated directly into the fog barrier.
Chen Ping'an didn't force himself and went to the first prison where Yun Qing was imprisoned. Chen Ping'an often came here to chat with this big demon. It was really just chatting about the customs and customs of their respective worlds.
Today the two sides sit opposite each other, separated only by a fence.
Chen Ping'an did not expect that Yunqing was as knowledgeable as his Confucian disciples. For example, in the "Yue Ling", it was said that during the autumn and autumn, he cut down the dragons to capture the turtles, because it was clear that the dragons could be cut down but the dragons could not be touched, and he had his own unique insights.
When Chen Pingan asked, he found out that Yun Qing had studied with Zhou Mi for several years, but he did not have the status of master and apprentice.
Moreover, Yunqing liked to travel around the world and even compiled a collection of poems, which was widely circulated in several dynasties in the wild world.
At the end of today's chat, the great demon Yunqing smiled and took off the bamboo flute from his waist that was engraved with "Relegated Immortal" and held it in his hand, "Half-immortal soldiers, keep them as useless and give them to Yin Guan."
On this bamboo flute, in addition to the three characters "Ban Immortal" engraved on it, there is also a line of small characters saying that it was once awarded "Lu Zhi Feng Guan".
The great demon Yunqing said that the reason for this object was that it was once the love object of a great demon in the Ascension Realm. If it was not seriously damaged and could not be repaired, it would be of Immortal Soldier Rank.
Chen Pingan shook his head, "I dare not accept it."
Yun Qing asked in confusion: "Why?"
Chen Ping'an said: "Even if we meet each other, we are in different camps after all. It won't delay Senior Yunqing to kill me against his will."
Yun Qing nodded and said with a smile: "We are close to each other, so we fall in love with each other."
In the suspended building, Chen Ping'an was walking in a circle, but his body stooped involuntarily and one arm drooped.
Nuxin sat on the steps far away and said: "If I don't reach the Far Traveling Realm, the consequences will be great. Even if I finally succeed, the effect will be greatly reduced."
Chen Pingan nodded lightly: "I know."
There is nothing you can do about twisting the core.
The white-haired boy appeared next to Nian Xin, transformed into the scholar of the great demon Yun Qing, and said with a smile: "Miss Nian Xin, I'll tell you the truth, I have been in love with you for a long time, you are such a handsome servant girl with misty hair and no tangles on her temples.
It’s not the makeup of wealth in the world.”
Twist core ignored it.
The demon outside changed his appearance again, and said hoarsely: "Tianxin, don't you dislike me for being deaf, blind and old?"
Twisting core still ignored him.
The demon transformed from the outside and changed again, "Senior Nian Xin, you cannot be judged by appearance. In my eyes and heart, you are all good-looking girls. There are thousands of good-looking women, but there is only one girl Nian Xin."
Chen Pingan kept walking and said, "That's almost it."
It turns out that the demon incarnation turned into Chen Ping'an in blue.
Twisting the core is just a follow-up to thinking about sewing.
The demon regained his favorite skin and sat on the steps, "A man and a woman alone, without any affection at all, how outrageous! What's going on with you two, it's such a disgrace to the scenery."
After Chen Ping'an walked the stake, he began to set up the stake with the sword furnace. After setting up the stake for half an hour, he began to breathe in and out, calming down to warm the natal flying sword.
Twisting core leaves.
The demon with a green snake in his head was unwilling to leave and stared at the sword-raising gourd beside Chen Pingan.
His short sword "Long Qiu" was staying inside, and the one Chen Ping'an had returned earlier was pinned to his waist and named "Jiang Du".
They all have a good background, and they are just used to keep the two little things hanging from their ears.
In fact, anything that can survive in this world for a long time will not be inferior in rank.
But for an alien demon, it doesn't really mean anything, it just depends on the eyes.
He suddenly said: "What about the immortal's remains? Why don't I just give you the robe and let her wear the clothes and draw the sword?"
Chen Pingan said calmly: "The dead are the most important."
After standing up, lean back, support the ground with one hand, close your eyes, and perform the sword technique with one hand.
The white-haired boy kept his promise and would not set foot in that building. He just wandered around, constantly transforming into various monsters that died under Chen Pingan's fists and swords. He only asked one question, "Are the dead the most important? What about the living?"
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Chen Pingan opened his eyes and put his fingers together against the ground, so that his feet were slightly raised.
The white-haired boy who returned to his original appearance looked at him and said with a smile: "You don't mean what you mean. You have been criticizing yourself, the strong man, and the world."
Chen Pingan closed his eyes again and said: "There is no fixed law."
The demon suddenly transformed into a woman and smiled sweetly.
Chen Pingan hesitated for a moment, then opened his eyes and saw a face that could be fake.
What the mind thinks, what the eyes see.
This is the terrifying thing about the demons who have transformed from the outside.
Chen Ping'an closed his eyes and said, "You are responsible for the consequences."
The white-haired boy immediately shouted: "Grandpa Yinguan, if your future demon is this woman, what should you do?"
Chen Pingan smiled a little and said slowly: "I hope so."
The white-haired boy raised his hands and flicked the green snake next to his ear with his fingers. The movement was slight, but the sound was like ringing a bell, echoing throughout the world, and asked: "Why don't you practice it?"
Chen Pingan said in a deep voice: "Stay away from me!"
The white-haired boy complained: "I lost a generation in vain. Grandpa Yinguan made a loss in this business."
Then the next moment, the outer demon was as silent as a cicada, shrinking his neck.
It turned out that Chen Qingdu had already grabbed his head and was holding it in his hand.
The old man simply used his sword to defeat him, and the demon's face became distorted, and his whole body melted away like a candle, making him completely unrecognizable. He suddenly wailed and begged desperately for mercy.
Chen Ping'an turned around and stood calmly.
Chen Qing threw the demon away, looked at Chen Ping'an, frowned and said, "You can't carve out the true names of any of the key demons?"
Twisting core reappeared on the steps, "Don't blame me, it can be carved, but it will be carved on the dead body."
Chen Pingan said helplessly: "The bottleneck of martial arts is really not easy to break. Even if you confront the demon outside and ask for fists, it is useless. What is lacking now is that mysterious and mysterious divine will. Otherwise, if you just temper your body, you will just endure it.
Senior Nian Xin’s sewing skills are enough for me to reach the Far Traveling Realm.”
Chen Qingdu said: "Where can I find a perfect ten-level warrior for Lord Yin Guan?"
Chen Pingan said: "Don't ask me."
Chen Qing even laughed a little angrily.
Twisting the core is an eye-opener.
The old deaf boy who came immediately after following the movement was very impressed.
The demon who was curled up on the steps felt that the shouts of Grandpa Yin Guan were not in vain.
The result was that Master Yin Guan was overwhelmed by the sword. He first bent over, then knelt down, and finally lay on the ground unable to move, almost turning into a puddle of mud.
Fortunately, the boss Jianxian showed some loyalty and threw Chen Ping'an directly into the magma furnace.
After Chen Pingan disappeared.
Chen Qingdu waved his hand and they left at the same time.
The old man stood in the pavilion, looked around, and his eyes slowly swept across the four pavilion pillars.
Chen Ping'an rarely left the prison to take a breather.
The white-haired boy soon showed up and encouraged the young hermit official to go to the place where the criminal official practiced Taoism. He said that there were many treasures there, and they were all ownerless things, so you could pick them up at will.
Just take a look, if you don't pick it up, you won't pick it up.
Chen Ping'an came to the stream under the guidance of the demon outside. He looked a little dazed, as if he was in his hometown and going to pick up snake gallstones. But there was a big basket missing.
The white-haired boy was simply a delinquent ear god. He told Chen Ping'an in detail about the current situation of the two pairs of masters and servants. He said that Youyu was a little idiot who was slow to learn anything. Compared with the three disciples that the old deaf boy had accepted, he was no better at all.
It's incomparable. Du Shanyin has good sword training qualifications and better luck, but it's a pity that he is a big pervert. These guys can become the masters of old deaf children and criminal officials. He is really sad for Grandpa Yin Guan.
Lungs.
Chen Ping'an suddenly stopped. Not far away, by the stream, there was a woman making clothes and a servant girl wearing gauze.
Chen Ping'an looked at it intently and felt it was unbelievable. He had traveled all over the world and had seen those little incense men who made plaques and incense burners their home. He had even seen Cui Dongshan's Chongyin, but he had never seen the two women in front of him.
The white-haired boy admired: "Grandpa Yin Guan has really good eyesight. He immediately saw their true identities. They were the ancestral money incarnations of Jin Jing Qian and Guyu Qian respectively. Du Shan Yin was absolutely impossible. He only saw them.
They have beautiful faces, big breasts, and small waists. Youyu is even more pitiful, and he doesn’t even dare to look at them. Only Grandpa Yinguan is a real hero."
The woman in dirty clothes raised her head, smoothed her hair from her temples, and smiled at Chen Ping'an.
The girl in Huansha saw the young official and put a finger on her cheek.
Chen Pingan returned the gift with his hand.
The white-haired boy stamped his feet and said, "Grandpa Yinguan, how can they deserve your old man's gift? I'll crush them to death."
Chen Ping ignored it and walked towards the hut, thinking about money.
There are three types of gold and copper coins in Dali: Spring Festival Money, Support Money, and Victory Money. They used to be the money to buy a way into Lizhu Cave, and Chen Ping'an was no stranger to it. After all, he bought the first set of mountains with a few bags of gold and copper coins.
Come. The three types of gold and fine copper coins sold by the Dali Dynasty to various immortal families. It is said that the Mohist family helped the Song family to first create three types of mother coins, which were the most exquisite and the most beautiful.
Refined on a large scale.
Even ordinary copper coins made by secular dynasties are the favorites of many immortal masters on the mountain, and they are treasures that collectors spend a lot of money to buy.
Along with the gold fine copper coins, the new coins issued by the court, and the three kinds of fairy coins including Shanxue coins, Xiaoshu coins and Guyu coins, on top of Diaomu coins, there is still an ancestral coin.
Xue Qian's ancestral money was naturally collected by the Liu family of Ai Aizhou, but the whereabouts of Xiaoshu's money and Guyu's money have never been confirmed. I never thought that Guyu's money would be pocketed by the executioner.
With such an opportunity, I was able to manifest as a human being.
There are spiritual beings in the world, as long as they transform into human form, no matter what their roots and feet are, and they have opened their spiritual wisdom, they are all created by the great path, then they can be regarded as mountain-climbing monks. There is nothing wrong with treating each other with courtesy.
Young Du Shanyin had nothing to do today. He stood under the grape trellis and looked at the two guests from a distance.
The white-haired boy was still fighting against his "Grandpa Yin Guan", walking side by side with Chen Ping'an, but he walked backwards and pointed at the two women who only made clothes and clothes every day, "You are wanton and unbridled, what is going on.
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The woman in the clothes and the girl in the gauze were originally no different from country beauties. After the demon said the word "current", they suddenly experienced strange phenomena. Their skin turned golden and green respectively, and there were vague words emerging, especially
It was Huan Sha's little servant girl's forehead that looked like a small skylight. It was probably because when she was born, her words were like being chopped off and the knife marks still remained.
But they didn't realize it and just continued to dress and dress.
The white-haired boy said softly: "In the world, ancestor money and money often come in pairs. If both become spirits and then become a couple, tsk tsk tsk, it will be a once-in-a-lifetime blessing. Money begets money, and the official is hidden."
Grandpa, as long as you agree to take me to Haoran Tianxia, I will help you get them from the Criminal Sword Immortal. Then when I get to Haoran Tianxia, I will work non-stop, eyes wide open, to help you find their Taoist companions! How about that?
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Chen Pingan said: "Not so."
The Sword Immortal Punishment Officer was in the hut, and even though the Yin Officer came to the door, he had no intention of opening the door to receive guests.
Chen Ping'an was just here to relax. It didn't matter what the executioner's attitude was, as long as he didn't get hit by a sword.
Du Shanyin saluted and said, "Greetings to Mr. Yin Guan."
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Whatever."
Du Shanyin remembered something, patted his head, and went to get two bags of gold powder. He handed out one bag first and said, "I beg you, Lord Yin, to accept it."
Chen Pingan really accepted it.
Du Shanyin handed over another bag of gold powder and said, "I would like to ask Lord Yin Guan to tell you a story about the landscape."
The white-haired boy smiled playfully.
Chen Ping'an stretched out his hand to hold down the tall boy's head and said with a smile: "Even if you become a veritable master of criminals in the future, don't do this kind of thing again."
Du Shanyin raised his head with a calm expression, "May I ask why?"
Chen Ping'an said nothing, just passed by the young man and moved to admire the colorful flower god porcelain cups hanging in the air.
The white-haired boy jumped up and patted the young man on the shoulder, saying: "You are a talented person, keep up the good work! My grandpa, a hidden official, is jealous of your deep blessings. You are so complacent, which is a compliment to those who practice Taoism."
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Du Shanyin grinned, "Just kidding."
The white-haired boy asked in confusion: "Why aren't you afraid of me at all?"
Du Shanyin's thoughts moved slightly, and a flash of sword light suddenly hovered over the young man's shoulder, like a bird standing on a branch.
Du Shanyin said: "The criminal officer gave this thing to me."
The white-haired boy immediately said: "For this reason, I will call you daddy from now on!"
Du Shanyin had just smiled, but his expression suddenly froze.
Chen Ping'an was looking up at the bottom of a flower god porcelain cup and said with a smile: "You can make a fire with all your strength."
The white-haired boy laughed.
Chen Ping'an turned his head and looked at the tall young man's back, "Why don't you dare to draw your sword within your rules?"
Du Shanyin turned around and said with a smile: "In my eyes, you are all masters of the Tao, playing with the world, and nothing is too much."
Chen Pingan laughed it off and continued to look at the porcelain cup and the poem for the occasion. The content was excellent and he accepted it with a smile.
The white-haired boy asked: "Du Shanyin, Mr. Criminal Officer, have you ever told you that after you learn swordsmanship in the future, if you have the opportunity to travel around the vast world, you must kill all the flower-picking thieves on the mountains? Didn't I give you a lot of thoughts in one breath?
The treasures of the Immortal family that you can’t even imagine? For example, among them is the Immortal Book with the word Immortal written all over it? But deep down in your heart, you regret that the two aunts didn’t give it to you together, so there are some flaws in it? "
"It's okay. It just so happens that my Grandpa Yin Guan has no idea about them. I'll help you beg the Xing Guan for help. You don't need to thank me! Oh, forget it. When I say this, your thoughts about them will become shallow. You always feel that
They are already the things that Master Yinguan has discarded like useless shoes. In your heart, they are not so magical. Otherwise, they will be a head shorter than Grandpa Yinguan, right? Don't worry, this is human nature and there is no need to be ashamed.
If you want to reach the top of Taoist cultivation, you should be like this: take it when you see it, throw it away if you don't like it, break it if you are tired of it, and grab it if you love it..."
Du Shanyin was horrified, his face became more and more embarrassing, and he could only remain silent.
Chen Ping'an hesitated for a moment, but still didn't say anything.
If you are given too many opportunities, you don't even think about whether you can take them or not. The person who gives it doesn't want it, and the person who takes it doesn't want it either.
But Chen Ping'an thought about it again and realized that this kind of mind was the root of Du Shanyin's great path. Who said that the level of achievement only depends on the depth of thinking.
What's more, A Liang is right, what do you care about, what do you care about, can you care about it, can you care about it?
The white-haired boy was a little happy. He chattered so much that even the executioners in the hut didn't say a word, which was a good sign. As expected of the executioner who didn't care about anything, he was completely different from Grandpa Yinguan.
He walked to Chen Pingan and pointed to a white jade table outside the grape trellis, "Honey, it's a pity that the fairy book on the table is already Du Shanyin's. A bunch of little guys have been raised in the book.
It is definitely not comparable to ordinary silverfish, and all of them are worth a lot of money.”
Chen Ping'an walked out of the grape trellis, went directly to the stone table, and opened a page of a book. The book was full of the two characters "神仙" in different fonts, both cursive and regular seal.
The white-haired boy asked in a low voice: "Reading a book without saying hello to Du Shanyin, Grandpa Yinguan, this is not like your style."
Chen Pingfang ignored it and just flipped through the book to look for traces of the silverfish.
Li Huai seems to have some silverfish in the book, but I don't know if he has become a master now.
The white-haired boy muttered, "Sir Yin Guan is definitely not a little idiot. Why? Could it be that his mood has changed again? Or are you deliberately trying to bluff me and lie to me about the dagger?"
Chen Ping'an couldn't see the so-called "little guy" after flipping through the book, so he had to give up.
Ancient books record that there is an allusion that silverfish eat three immortal characters.
If the silverfish enters the scriptures and Taoist books and eats the immortal characters for a long time, the body will have five colors. If a person swallows it, he will become an immortal. At the end, his thoughts will spring up, and his wonderful writing will produce flowers.
One is a general talk in a person's writings, and the other is a word of mouth from a practitioner on the mountain.
It's just that even those who practice Taoism on the mountain don't understand the meaning of the so-called "immortal" word. They only know that the predecessor of silverfish was a kind of wall fish, which was only born in scholarly families and was hidden in pen holders, inkstones or lamp shadows. On the contrary,
The people at the foot of the mountain said that if you write the word "immortal" on an expensive letterhead, cut it into pieces and put it in a bottle, a wall fish will sneak in, eat up the shredded paper, and hopefully grow into a silverfish.
The white-haired boy slapped his hand on the white jade table, "How shameless? Believe it or not, if I write the word "wine" in the book, you little bastards will be drunk to death?!"
Chen Pingan took a closer look and saw that between the two lines of the word "immortal" on the page, little guys the size of fingernails kept appearing, coming "over the wall" from different pages, from high to low, squatting sickly.
Between the pages of the book, I looked pitifully at him and the white-haired boy.
Chen Pingan smiled and said "Excuse me" and gently closed the book.
The white-haired boy knelt on the stone bench, stretched out his hand to cover the book, and explained: "The silverfish become immortal queens, which is the most fun. They can eat whatever you write in the book, and there are all kinds of changes, such as writing that and
Poems related to wine will really make you stagger drunk. First write about young beauties, and then write those erotic poems about boudoir. In the book, they will really look like boudoirs complaining about women, but they will not last long and will quickly return to their original shape.
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The white-haired boy flipped through the book casually, probably because of his pride. Every time he turned a page, the little people came running after him.
Chen Pingan thought for a while and asked: "What if I write about shit and piss?"
The little people were all speechless, feeling that life was hopeless. How could there be such crazy people in the world?
The white-haired boy stretched out his thumb and said loudly: "Grandpa Yin Guan's wonderful ideas are rare in the world! When I meet the ancestor of the novelist in the future, I will definitely be able to talk happily and regret seeing each other! I will follow Grandpa Yin Guan in the future.
When you come to the Divine Continent of Middle-earth, you must go to that white paper paradise!"
Chen Ping'an sat on the stone bench.
The white-haired boy no longer paid attention to the book and pointed to the stream that actually belonged to the sourceless water. "This is extremely rare fire in water, which looks like water but is actually fire. Grandpa Yin Guan can use it to refine it into the last five elements of life."
Chen Qing is not stingy about anything, but the criminal officer is more generous. I can help move it to the Xingting."
Chen Pingan was indifferent and stood up and said: "Coming here uninvited is already a bad guest."
As soon as Chen Pingan left, the white-haired boy had no choice but to follow.
Hanging out with Du Shanyin didn't mean anything, but I still followed Chen Ping'an, and there were constant surprises.
For example, when I visited today, facing that thatched hut, the young hermit official did not salute when he came and did not say goodbye when he left.
The white-haired boy followed beside Chen Pingan, "Grandpa Yin Guan, there is something different today. My heart is open and closed, I can really follow my heart, I am relaxed and well-mannered, I am very happy to congratulate you."
Both sides walked on foot.
Apparently the young hermit official was in no hurry to return to prison.
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "You want to pass that stream to achieve your wish? Why beat around the bush? Just say it."
The white-haired boy asked: "Can it be done if you just say it?"
Chen Pingan said: "Of course not."
Pay attention to etiquette and rules.
No matter whether you are an apprentice in a dragon kiln or a young man traveling far away from the clay bottle alley, as long as you are trekking through mountains and rivers, you must do what a man wearing straw sandals and holding a hatchet should do.
The hidden official in charge, the second shopkeeper who sells wine, the pure martial artist who practices boxing, and the swordsman who raises swords have different identities, do different things, and speak different words.
At the end of the day, of course, they are still the same person.
The white-haired boy lamented: "My grandpa Yinguan, I am not as bullying as you."
Then the childish-looking demon exclaimed: "Forget it, I'm not a human either."
Chen Pingan said: "Whether you are a human being or not, apart from your skin, it is better to see whether you have more heart."
The white-haired boy sneered, "A person with evil intentions is not still a person."
Chen Ping'an said: "A Bodhisattva's heart is still human."
We walked to the corpse of an ancient monster, which lay across a mountain.
"Let's go!"
Chen Ping'an took a heavy step and punched suddenly. The corpse was rotten and decayed and could no longer be called tough, so a "valley" path was randomly carved out by the punch.
The white-haired boy clapped his hands and cheered.
Chen Pingan squinted at the seemingly naughty alien demon and said slowly: "The sad story of that fox demon is really nothing new. If you write books and sell them, it will be difficult to make money."
Traveling all over the world, I have seen the fox fairy ringing the bell and the female ghost scratching the door. One is disturbing and the other is scary.
I also saw sparrows listening to Buddhist teachings on the branches, and old ghosts riding on foxes and singing "Pan Shan'er".
The white-haired boy said, "It's okay, I'll change it again."
Then he pretended to be enlightened and said, "I forgot about her fate. There is nothing new."
Chen Pingan suddenly said: "I have guessed your roots."
Looking up, it seems that I am looking at the White Jade Capital in another world.
The white-haired boy sighed, "With the suppression of the Buddhist kingdom in the West, does it count as a different kind of one-qi that transforms the three pure beings?"
Chen Pingan changed the subject and laughed to himself, "A down-and-out person can only do three things: acting, teaching and selling."
When he was the last hidden official in the history of the Sword Qi Great Wall, he told the story of the landscape in the streets and alleys, and sold seals and fans. Unfortunately, he failed to make any money.
The white-haired boy is listless.
Chen Pingan stood up from the ground, dressed in a green shirt, soared straight into the sky, and then swam in the sea of clouds against the wind, his sleeves making a hunting sound.
In fact, in addition to wielding a sword, one can barely control the wind, but it can only be supported by a breath of pure Qi, and it is consumed very quickly.
Four flying swords, namely the first day, the fifteenth day, pine needles and Ke Lei were sacrificed respectively, hovering everywhere.
Above the sea of clouds, I jumped, and every time I happened to step on the flying sword, I was floating around like this.
The white-haired boy yawned.
Chen Pingan put away the four flying swords, fell backwards, and fell straight to the ground.
Still feeling leisurely, I glanced at the slender stream in the distance.
Water is in the sky? Heaven is in the water?
Chen Pingan was so straight that he hit his head into the ground.
The white-haired boy above the sea of clouds was slightly surprised, and when he suddenly raised his head, he felt that the sky and the earth had changed color.
After a moment, the Outer Demon stood up, his aura completely changed, and after receiving Chen Qingdu's "law", he finally showed the appearance of an Ascension Realm Outer Demon.
He picked up a handful of water from the sea of clouds, waved the clouds into his sleeves, and threw it against the sky. There was a bright moon hanging in the sky, so he held the water moon in his hand.
One palm shattered the moon in the water.
Heaven and earth changed again.
The white-haired boy has disappeared.
In an instant, the sea of clouds rolled, and then it seemed as if someone had accidentally dug a huge hole. In the vagueness, a vague immortal on the clouds could be seen, overlooking the earth, laughing and saying: "Young Confucian scholar, you do not overestimate your own capabilities."
.Can I play with you?"
Then another golden giant slowly stretched out a punch and sneered: "Do you dare to take the next punch?"
Chen Ping'an was already standing on the ground, looking up.
He spat hard, rolled up his sleeves with both hands, and then flattened them again.
A young man in white clothes left his body and traveled far away. After standing side by side with the young man in green clothes, he sighed: "It is really unpleasant to be in a cage for a long time."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Speak in human terms."
The Yin God in white had his big sleeves fluttering, he was very carefree, his eyes were hot, and he laughed and said: "Fuck you! Let them kowtow to me!"
very good.
now it's right.
As expected of me, Chen Pingan!
The ground shook violently.
Wear a green shirt and go straight to the sea of clouds.
The warrior asks the sky with his fist.
Then the Yin God in white soared up, the whole earth was my heaven and earth, and countless flying swords went to the sea of clouds together.
The swordsman asked the immortal on the sword cloud.
North of the Jianqi Great Wall, south of the Jianqi Great Wall.
There are martial arts movements running wildly one after another, covering the sky and the sun, as if looking for the missing person with fists in the sky.