Sword of Coming

Even the old man from Ziyang Mansion, who had trouble dealing with the old monk, couldn't help but praise him in his heart.

It's not that the old monk is righteous and willing to say a few words of justice to an outsider of Ziyang Mansion, but he is in charge of the money transactions of the outer sect of Ziyang Mansion. Every year, there is a lot of extra income from the well-behaved and sensible Tiequan River God.

This kind of thing can be big or small.

Generally speaking, even if such trivial things were known to Dongling Zhenjun, an ancestor who was dedicated to cultivating the great road, she might not be willing to raise her eyebrows or open her mouth to say a harsh word.

Maybe the informer and the poor guy who was exposed will be driven away by her in disgust, each beaten with fifty sticks, and thrown out of the gate of Ziyang Mansion. The reason is very simple, this will make her feel bad.

Although the ancestor doesn't like to interfere with the secular affairs of Ziyang Mansion, every time someone makes her angry, she will dig three feet into the ground, pull out the radish and pull out the mud. By then, both the radish and the soil will suffer, and there will be no recovery. It's because he doesn't recognize his relatives.

In history, several Longmen Realm meritorious deeds were enshrined. It can be said that they were conscientious and devoted themselves to Ziyang Mansion through life and death, and they were not short of credit for their hard work. There were also several direct disciples of the ancestors, all of whom, without exception, had great qualifications as the Golden Elixir Earth Immortal. However, after the incident, they were all taken away by the ancestors themselves and never heard from again.

Wu Yi still didn't give his own opinion and asked casually: "Do you think you should see her?"

Everyone has different opinions. Some say that the Baihujiang God is so bold that, relying on her relationship with the Hong family, she has never paid tribute to our Ziyang Mansion. Since she dares to come to Ziyang Mansion, she might as well find an excuse and kill her directly. Capture him, imprison him under the water prison of Ziyang Mansion, and then support an obedient puppet to succeed Baihujiang God, the best of both worlds. Some people also retorted, saying that this Mrs. Xiao Luan is, after all, one of the few righteous gods in Huang Tingguo. Now Huang Tingguo is undercurrent. Although our Ziyang Mansion has been ashore, it is best to act more cautiously in the near future, and dignified Ziyang. Why do you need to be angry with a neighbor, Jiang Shen, if word spreads, it will only make a joke.

Wu Yi was very annoyed. He patted the handle of the chair and said to the Jindan monk who was the current head of the palace: "This Mrs. Xiao Luan is not so dignified that I can receive her. Huang Chu, go and see her. Let’s see what she wants to do. If she doesn’t like what she says, or if she asks for something, and the price is too low, then she will be caught and thrown into the water prison. If she is docile enough, or the price is fair, then just do business with her. Although Ziyang Mansion says The family is big and the business is big, but who wants to live with money? If you have a good conversation, you can invite her to the banquet for Mr. Chen tonight. Remember her seat... Well, just place it closest to the door. .”

Huang Chu, the master of Ziyang Mansion, cupped his fists and accepted the order.

Wu Yi glanced at everyone and said with a joking smile: "I don't care what you do when I'm not around, but now I'm in Ziyang Mansion. If any of you does things selfishly, you're going to kill me." Treat it like a fool."

The palace master Huang Chu, who did have some dirty thoughts at first, and the river god's wife Xiao Luan, are famous far and wide. He has been coveting her beauty for a long time. Moreover, the river god's double cultivation method can greatly improve his beauty. Once the monk's soul is imprisoned in the water prison, the edges and corners will be slowly polished off. When the ancestor leaves Ziyang Mansion one day, won't he, the master of the palace, be allowed to do whatever he wants? But Wu Yi's words made his scalp numb with fear, and he lowered his head again and clasped his fists in fear: "How dare Huang Chu waste the kindness of his ancestors, how dare he seek death like this?!"

Wu Yi smiled but said nothing.

Huang Chu slowly exited the Jianchi Hall, sweating profusely after walking out.

The rest of the people, after leaving one after another, were all gloating about the misfortune.

Wu Yi suddenly frowned and stretched out his hand to catch the flash of light that came through the air. It was a message from the flying sword that completely ignored Ziyang Mansion's formation.

With such an astonishing handiwork, there is no need to think that it must be the father who went to be the deputy mountain master of some academy.

After reading the content of the letter, Wu Yi rubbed his eyebrows, feeling a headache and uncontrollable anger.

She smashed the handle of the rosewood dragon chair with a slap.

I am already polite enough, how can I extend hospitality? !

Don't we want to enshrine Chen Ping'an as an ancestor?

Just thinking of his father's gloomy face, Wu Yi's face became uncertain, and finally he sighed, that's all, he just had to endure it for a day or two.

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As dusk falls, the entire Ziqi Palace is brilliantly lit, as bright as day.

Ziyang Mansion is holding a grand banquet tonight, and the venue is located in the Xuemang Hall of Ziqi Palace, which is used to entertain first-class guests.

Mrs. Xiao Luan, the God of Baihu River, took her personal maid and Sun Dengxian to the banquet at Xuemang Hall under the leadership of a young female cultivator from Ziyang Mansion.

The matter has been settled, but for some reason, Mrs. Xiao Luan always feels that the master of the palace, Huang Chu, is a bit reserved, far less energetic than when he appeared in various Xian family mansions in the past.

The residence of their group was arranged by Huang Chu in a remote area of ​​Ziyang Mansion. It was impossible for this Ziqi Palace, which belonged to Wu Yi's private residence, to be in charge of them. Moreover, there was only one third-level female cultivator among the outer disciples of Ziyang Mansion. The basic necessities of life, food, clothing, housing, and transportation, and even so, the little Third Realm monk did not look good to the Empress Dajiang Zhengshen, the boss of Ziyang Mansion's shop who bullied customers, and the condescension that was revealed from the bottom of her bones was obvious at a glance.

Except for Mrs. Xiao Luan, the maids and the three elders all had ugly expressions at that time. Only Mrs. Xiao Luan always looked calm.

Then something even more outrageous happened, which made the maid and Sun Dengxian lose their composure and each snorted coldly.

After the female cultivator of the Third Realm entered the gate of the Purple Air Palace tremblingly, she walked every step like walking on thin ice. The rumors about the Purple Air Palace were all awe-inspiring, but in the end she only walked half the distance. She gave instructions to the group of guests. After knowing the general route, he asked Mrs. Xiao Luan to go to the Xuemang Hall by herself. Anyway, the seat was easy to find, just next to the door.

Mrs. Xiao Luan comforted the two of them with a few words, but seeing that the effect was not great, she had to take the lead with a wry smile.

As a result, they bypassed a screen wall and met another group of people in a long corridor.

It was Chen Pingan and the other four. Chen Pingan was invited by an old monk from the Dragon Gate Realm before. However, Chen Pingan asked about the way and said that he would not bother the old man to lead the way. He could just go by himself and take care of all the subordinates of Ziyang Mansion. The old monk, who had the power of life and death in the cultivator realm, originally wanted to insist, but when he thought of what the ancestor of Jianchitang said earlier and the aftertaste of chewing it, he felt that it would be better to follow Mr. Chen, so he apologized and turned around. He went about his own business.

The two sides happened to meet at the intersection of the two corridors.

Chen Ping'an was the first to stop and let Mrs. Xiao Luan and his party go first.

Mrs. Xiao Luan smiled and nodded as a courtesy to thank the stranger.

A young man in white with a sword on his back in the Purple Air Palace?

Mrs. Xiao Luan didn’t think much about it.

Her personal maid couldn't help but take another look at Chen Ping'an. Oh, there was a small vermilion wine flask hanging on her waist.

He looks like an inner sect genealogy master from Ziyang Mansion, but why is he not as domineering as the monks from Ziyang Mansion?

Sun Deng, who was walking at the back, was very melancholy and depressed, so he didn't pay attention to Chen Ping'an and this group of people.

Suddenly he heard someone shouting: "Hero?!"

Sun Deng ignored it and continued to move forward.

But the man continued: "Hero! Centipede Ridge, we saw it before the ruined temple."

Sun Deng was stunned for a moment, stopped, turned around and looked at the young man in white with a bright smile on his face, "Who are you?"

Chen Ping'an quickly walked up to Sun Dengxian and said with a smile: "Do you remember, heroes, over there at the ruined temple, I was taking two little guys, one in green and one in pink skirt. After you slayed the demons, heroes You were kind enough to remind me to be careful, saying that not all people on the mountain don't mind someone having a monster around them."

Sun Dengxian suddenly understood and laughed heartily, "Well, it turns out it's you!"

Chen Ping'an scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed, "I've grown up very quickly in the past two years, and I've changed my outfit. It's normal for heroes not to recognize me."

Sun Dengxian slapped Chen Pingan on the shoulder hard, "Good boy, not bad! You have become famous now, and you can eat and drink in Ziqi Palace! I guess our seats won't be too far apart by then. Let’s have a nice drink.”

Chen Pingan was just happy and nodded and said yes.

Back then in Centipede Ridge, this man held a silver knife with a talisman and worked with others to hunt down and capture a beautiful woman who was transformed into a fox spirit. He also almost had a conflict with a group of officials' children who traveled around the world, but in the end the man subdued the ruthless fox charm, who seemed to call himself Mrs. Qingya.

Chen Ping'an has a particularly profound memory of that unexpected encounter.

It can even be said that Chen Ping'an's vague impression of the world, as well as what it means to be a knight, what it means to conquer demons and demons, and how to truly view the dangerous world all stem from that chance encounter and observation.

Chen Ping'an felt that it was a great surprise to be able to meet the man who was so quick and decisive in Ziyang Mansion again.

It's just that Chen Ping'an is completely happy.

Pei Qian's eyes widened.

The martial artist of the Sixth Realm of Huang Tingguo, who doesn’t know how to be green, slaps him like that.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Lian couldn't help but smile, and Shi Rou's eyelids trembled. She thought that if Cui Dongshan was here, this unsighted man would probably be dead.

Mrs. Xiao Luan in front of Sun Deng also heard the movement from behind and stopped one after another. Sun Deng turned around and introduced Chen Pingan to them with a smile. He laughed heartily and said: "This little brother is the one I mentioned to you. He is a young man, with good boxing skills and great courage. At that time, he was only in the third and fourth realms of martial arts, but he dared to walk around the world with two little demons. However, compared to the embroidered pillows of those eunuchs, This young hero is much more experienced in the world of martial arts..."

Mrs. Xiao Luan, who was graceful and beautiful, had a smile on her face again, but the maid next to her had already used her eyes to signal Sun Deng not to wait any longer, and to hurry to the Xuemang Hall for the banquet to avoid any complications.

An old man reminded me softly: "Xiao Sun, you can talk while walking."

Sun Deng was a little embarrassed at first, but fortunately Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "It's important to go to the banquet. Your surname is Sun? My surname is Chen Ping'an, so Master Sun just call me Chen Ping'an."

Sun Dengxian was a knight-errant with a heroic nature, so he was not polite and said, "Okay, I'll call you Chen Ping'an."

Mrs. Xiao Luan continued on her way.

Sun Dengxian stayed at the end and chatted enthusiastically with Chen Pingan.

At the end of the corridor, a scolding voice suddenly sounded, "What's wrong with you? Do we, the ancestors and the master of the palace, have to wait for you to sit down before starting the banquet? Mrs. Xiao Luan, you are so arrogant!"

It was a steward of the inner gate of Ziyang Mansion who hurriedly turned into the end of the corridor. His expression was extremely arrogant, and he did not take the Jiangshui Lord in his eyes at all.

After the steward scolded him, he turned around and left with a dark face, "Follow me quickly, you are really a mother-in-law!"

After the steward turned around, Mrs. Xiao Luan narrowed her eyes, exhaled gently, and her expression returned to normal.

Sun Deng first cursed in a low voice.

Chen Pingan said nothing.

All the monks in the middle and fifth realms of Ziyang Mansion have gathered in Xuemang Hall.

When Mrs. Xiao Luan walked outside the threshold of the lobby, she slowed down because she already felt like a light on her back.

The steward was standing at the gate, glaring at the Baihu River Water Goddess, and lowering his voice: "Why don't you go in and sit down!"

Mrs. Xiao Luan had no expression on her face as she crossed the threshold, followed by her maid and the two friends from the world. The steward was willing to give Baihu Jiangshen a few insults, but he could only sneer at the bullshit that followed.

But when he saw Sun Deng, who was close to someone, the steward's smile suddenly stiffened, and sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.

Sun Deng was a little confused and puzzled, so he just strode across the threshold.

Chen Pingan, who walked into Xuemang Hall a little slowly, looked as usual.