Sword of Coming

While Chen Pingan was squatting in a daze, the only Nalan Yuji with a square inch took out a fairy book called "Shan Hai Bu Zhi". In the early years, the family entrusted someone to buy it from the inverted mountain. The little girl moved very quickly. Crackling, I turned to the Tongye chapter. In the fairy book, a single page can record more than a dozen landscape paintings and thousands of tiny words. Ordinary masters who have never practiced have poor eyesight and cannot read the content of the words clearly.

Back then, Chen Pingan was so poor that he only bought one "Shan Hai Zhi", but he was not willing to buy the more voluminous and more cumbersome and detailed "Bu Zhi". The little girl began to explain the origin of this Yuzhou Xianjia Ferry to others. The little girl had just begun to speak, and suddenly remembered the "reminder" that she had copied by herself. Beside Chen Pingan, Master Cao put his hand against the soil, pretending that nothing happened.

Chen Pingan came back to his senses and said with a smile: "It's okay this time, just pay attention next time."

If you make a small mistake early, you will know it, and the elders will say that the child will remember it early.

Chen Ping stood up and said, "Yujian, let me cover it for you, continue to read the book, and explain it to us. In fact, I don't know the historical allusion of this ferry. If you can, you can use Tongyezhou's elegant words."

"Doesn't Master Cao know? It's because I can't speak fluently during the exam, right? It must be like this."

Only then did Nalan Yushu take out the "Bu Zhi" again, and read the words in the book with Tong Yezhou's elegant words. Yuzhou is the southernmost boundary of the Daying Dynasty. In the old Daying Dynasty, there were more than 200 prefectures under the jurisdiction of more than 30 prefectures, all of which had prefectural records. Among them, Yuzhou Fuzhi is the most immortal and strange, with six traces of immortals on it, nine dragon caves and water mansions on the bottom, and more than 60 old temples and shrines. The ferry under everyone's feet is called Qushan Ferry. It is rumored that the first national teacher in the history of the dynasty was born as a fisherman. , specifically sealed Jinduo and submerged it in the water. The last emperor of the Daying Liu family was defeated one after another on the battlefield of the Beidi border, so he had a whimsical idea. In the end, they broke through a heavily restricted hidden water mansion, found Jin Duo, successfully drove the mountains into the sea, and reclaimed the sea as land. I don't feel much about the past, just listen to it as a small and interesting landscape story, but Chen Ping'an is very emotional.

Chen Ping actually wanted to know whether the immortal family and dynasty forces responsible for rebuilding Qushandu were the descendants of the Daying Liu family, or some sect on the mountain that survived the catastrophe, such as Yuguizong?

The reason why Chen Pingan did not go straight to his hometown Aquarius Island was due to a coincidence. He happened to meet the Caiyi Ferry that traveled across continents. Great momentum. Furthermore, if the children are allowed to return to the small cave of the white jade hairpin, although it will not affect their soul life and sword practice, but the passage of time in the earth, the world, and the earth can be divided into speeds, Chen Pingan feels a little unbearable after all, and it seems that the children will miss a lot in vain. landscape. Even though this long journey is mostly an endless sea, the scenery is boring, but Chen Ping'an still hopes that these children can see more mountains and rivers in the vast world.

In the end, Chen Pingan had a selfish intention, and was really tossed by those three weird dreams, so he wanted to be down-to-earth in Yizhou Mountains and Rivers as soon as possible, especially with the help of Tongyezhou's Zhenyao Building, to investigate the authenticity, Help "interpret dreams".

In fact, it proved that Chen Ping'an's hard work was not in vain, just now when he suddenly squatted down, Chen Ping'an almost staggered, which made him feel at ease immediately.

After Chen Ping got up, he deliberately straightened his waist, and his body was no longer hunched. Just such a small movement will make Chen Ping feel more uncomfortable, but it will benefit his body even more.

Walking is the best way to walk, that is, to practice boxing non-stop, and even Chen Pingan's every breath with a little movement is like the residual broken luck of Tongyezhou, which condenses and manifests as a master of martial arts The martial artist is punching Chen Pingan.

It feels like a hard fight can loosen the bottleneck of the warriors on the top of the Nine Realm Mountains. My intuition tells Chen Pingan that it is extremely difficult to break through the realm and become a martial artist at the end. Instead of rushing to break through the realm, Chen Pingan cherishes Tong Ye even more It is the invisible encouragement of this natural "martial arts field" in Taiwan.

The reason is very simple. Someone once said that the battle of the ten realms is the key to determine the future of him and Cao Ci in martial arts. After losing three games in a row, he will continue to lose all the way in this life, or after a long absence, in the fourth match, Chen Pingan won a round. The first step is to see if he can reach the end of martial arts with the strongest nine levels.

A young female cultivator left Caiyi Ferry and found Chen Ping'an and his party, standing still and standing still.

Chen Pingan pretended not to recognize his identity, "Who are you?"

The nun from Wusunlan is holding a simple and elegant huanghuali calligraphy and painting box. The four corners of the small painting box are inlaid with white copper ornaments with Ruyi patterns, and there is a cloud head carved from suet jade. It looks like a palace rumor. Old objects that came out. She looked at the middle-aged man wearing a bamboo hat, and said with a smile: "My master, who is the steward of the Caiyi boat, asked me to bring this thing to the immortal master. I hope the immortal master will not shirk it. It contains the colors of our Wusun Lane. Notes, a total of 108 pieces."

Chen Ping patted the bamboo hat lightly, quickly took the wooden box of calligraphy and painting, thanked Huang Lin, the steward, and said with emotion: "If I had known this, I wouldn't have taken off the colored paper on the wine pot, and glued it back on again. Save your friends from being ignorant."

The female cultivator said in a heartfelt voice: "Master asked me to send a message to the immortal master. The Zhongtu Confucian Temple once ordered the prohibition of landscape mansions on the mountain to report for five years, and it took half a year before the ban was lifted. So our ferry is not because we don't want to sell it, but because we really want to sell it." Powerless."

Chen Pingan was a little helpless. No wonder he didn't take long to board the ferry when he noticed a mirror light in the sky and a fairy breath floating quietly outside the ferry. Later, the ferry boat encountered a mirage, if I hadn't acted decisively, maybe I would have to make up for the tea owed at Luhua Island Patriarchal Hall on the Caiyi ferry, except Dazang Shui Yuanying Jianxiu, and that Cong Qian, a woman from Liuxia Island, is very likely to have other high-ranking people sitting down to entertain her guests.

On the Caiyi Ferry, Huang Lin is enshrined in Wusunlan's second seat. In fact, he is a student of Confucianism from an orthodox school. He used words to suppress the descendants of water. There are so many obstacles, and there is also the phrase "hold the emperor's decree far away" in the sage book. As for how Huang Lin gave up his status as a gentleman and sage and became an enshrinement to Wusunlan, it is probably a mandarin duck book in troubled times?

Chen Pingan couldn't help but think of the young monk who made fun of him on the ferry boat. What a boy, he's good at pretending, and how about lowercase letters with hairpin flowers? The young man seemed to be making jokes, but in fact his mind was calm, there was no mistake in his words and expressions, so he even fooled himself.

So Chen Pingan said: "There is a young boy on your ferry. Although his aptitude for cultivating Taoism is not very good, he has a good heart. He is a good seedling. Maybe he will bloom late."

The young female cultivator smiled sweetly, and actually gave Chen Pingan a blessing, "With the kind words of seniors, I would like to thank my brother and seniors."

A good get-together and a good break-up.

Chen Ping took the children and found the Dukoufang Building at the entrance of the Qushandu Market.

As the southernmost ferry on Tongye Island, apart from intercontinental ferries such as Caiyi Ferry, Qushan Ferry also has three routes on the mountain in three directions, going to Huanghua Ferry, Xianzhou Ferry and Yingwu Island respectively, but none of the ferries can reach it. The central part of Tongyezhou is full of small ferries, which are not recorded in either "Shanhaizhi" or "Buzhi". Among them, Huanghuadu is the only way to go to Yuguizong.

Chen Pingan was a little strange, why didn't Yu Guizong occupy the Qushandu? According to the "Bu Zhi", the Xianjia sect of the leader of the Daying Dynasty is the vassal sect of the Yuguizong. Whether it is due to emotion, reason, or out of interest, Yuguizong should help the Yamashita Dynasty justifiably. , and clean up the vast old mountains and rivers in the south of Tongyezhou together, and the Daying Dynasty must be the top priority. It is not too much to say that Yuzhou is a must-have for military strategists. Although the immortal master speaks in Tongyezhou elegant dialect, he actually has an accent unique to Aiaizhou elegant dialect.

Chen Pingan brought a large group of children, so he was particularly eye-catching.

And those nine children, at first glance, looked like cultivators with not too bad aptitude, which naturally made people enviable, and at the same time made people a little bit jealous.

It's just that no one will believe that the nine children are not only sword cultivators who gave birth to their natal flying swords, but also sword immortal embryos among sword cultivators.

Not to mention the sword fairy embryo of the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Such a situation, no matter where you put it, even if it is in some fairy houses with the original title of kendo, let a certain sword celestial lead the team to travel down the mountain in person, it is scary enough, unimaginable, so even if Chen Pingan shouted loudly, But as long as the nine children don't sacrifice Feijian one after another, no one will believe it. In such a huge Tongye Continent, let alone showing up, there are only a handful of sects that can gather so many sword cultivator children on the mountain. Even if there are sword immortals in the upper five realms personally protecting the way, they would not dare to act rashly.

Chen Pingan intentionally took out a piece of Guyu coins, recovered a few Xiaoshu coins, and bought ten jade tokens for boarding the ship. Now the ferry, the cost of immortal money has more than doubled. The reason is very simple. Compared with the past, the price of immortal money is extremely high. The immortal master on the mountain who can travel far by boat at this moment must be really rich.

However, as long as the Qi practitioners are not too unlucky for the travel expenses, there is a chance to make up for it. It's just a test of eyesight, and the amount of money you make depends on the size of the chance.

Antiques are collected in prosperous times, and gold is the most valuable in troubled times. In troubled times, antiques that used to be worth a thousand gold are often the price of cabbage, but the more so, the less people care about them. But when a world begins to change from chaos to order, during this period of time, it is the best time for many Shan Zeyexiu to go around picking up leaks. This is also one of the reasons why practitioners of the Tao attach so much importance to objects of a square inch. As for objects that are close at hand, wishful thinking is almost like a dream.

At present, there are actually two types of Qi trainers who go down the mountain to travel to foreign lands, those who go down the mountain to relax and seek opportunities, and those who seek opportunities to make money in the world, and compared with the tourists at the ferry in earlier years, both of them have higher levels of cultivation, Either the backer is bigger, and at the same time act more cautiously.

Just like today when Chen Pingan took his children to visit the shops in the market, there were many people on the road, but there was almost a distance between them intentionally or unintentionally. Even if they entered a shop that was overcrowded, they would be very cautious with each other.

Like Chen Pingan, who took a bunch of children down the mountain to travel, no one dared to provoke them easily, and avoided them whenever they could.

Chen Ping turned over the few Xiaoshu coins, one of which was written in seal script, which had never been seen before. It was a surprise.

Chen Pingan began to collect Xiaoshu money very early on, because Xiaoshu money is the only fairy money with different scripts.

According to legend, there are more than 300 kinds of Xiaoshu money made by different famous casting masters in history. Chen Pingan has worked hard to accumulate more than 20 years, and now he has collected less than 80 kinds.

Little bag bag, hurry up and make it.

There were still two hours before the Huanghua ferry landed and docked. Chen Pingan took the children to the market for a stroll. There were all kinds of shops, calligraphy and painting, porcelain, miscellaneous items, large and small objects, countless, even the imperial decree and python robes. Yes, there are also bundles of books, like firewood just cut from the mountain, piled up on the ground and tied with straw ropes, so they are very worn out. There is a wooden sign on the side of the shop, anyway It's sold by the catty, so the shop assistants don't bother to say a few words about it, and all customers have to read the sign by themselves. At the beginning of the storm, once a scholarly family had to weigh their pockets to buy one or two rare books, they were soaked in water, like a useless weak scholar drowning.

Chen Pingan traveled along the way, and glanced at the goods of various shops. Most of them were ancient treasures in the secular sense of dynasties and vassals. Since there is no spiritual energy, they are not spiritual weapons. See if there is any spiritual energy contained in it, which lasts for a long time. The spiritual weapon can be divided into dead and alive things, such as an ancient inkstone, a bald pen, with a little bit of literary luck from the sages, and the spiritual energy is abundant. If it is not well preserved, or the refiner consumes Too much and it becomes an ordinary object. A whisk or futon that gets along with Taoist Gaozhen day and night may not be able to absorb a little bit of aura, and a dragon robe and python suit may not be able to leave a bit of dragon aura either.

The living things among the spiritual weapons have a higher rank, and the mountain is euphemistically called "spiritual things", which are probably able to absorb the spiritual energy of the world and nourish the material itself.

As for magic treasures, not to mention ordinary masters, even Shanzawa Yexiu, who is already a cultivator, may not be able to see them a few times in his life. As soon as this thing appeared, it meant that they and the Immortal Genealogy Master were fighting to the death. If you are lucky enough to win, if you beat the young ones, you will even provoke the old ones. After all, you will rarely take advantage of it, let alone lose, there is a high possibility that no one will help collect the corpses.

Chen Ping only bought an inconspicuous small sword and a black-sheathed waist knife with gold-plated kuilong decoration, which can barely be regarded as a spiritual weapon. Divide the remaining incense smell. The Jianghu Wulin under the secular mountain can be regarded as two magic weapons, and it is not difficult to sell each of them for five or six thousand taels of silver. Chen Pingan spent ten snowflakes, and the shop said that he would buy one and get one free. In fact, if Chen Ping'an is a bagger, he won't make much money. The only thing that can be counted as missing in the book is a genuine spiritual weapon. A stone sundial made of white jade in the "Jade Laminates" in the book, look at the inscription on the back, it is an old thing from the Qin Tianjian of a country, this side of the shop The selling price is eight snowflakes. In Chen Ping's eyes, the real price has at least quadrupled. If you sell it casually, it is too big. If Chen Pingan is alone in the market today, you can carry it. After all, even the bigger The algae wells have been backed.

If it were Chen Pingan who was the shop owner, he shouldn’t have priced eight snowflakes, it’s too weak, for a Qi practitioner who doesn’t have a square inch, it’s hard to say that he spent eight snowflakes, and he’s doomed to be unable to sell it in the short term, so everyone has to watch him Under the circumstances, carrying such a big thing on your back, and then traveling all the way? Simply put a price on one Xiaoshu money, and let the buyer recite it with more enthusiasm. Does it feel the same to have eight snowflakes in your pocket and one Xiaoshu money in your chest? Of course not.

So in the end, Chen Pingan squatted on the side of the "Little Book Mountain" and rummaged through it carefully, mostly turning over a corner of the page, never thinking that the store clerk would say at the door that if you don't buy it, don't flip through it. Chen Ping raised his head, smiled and said that he wanted to buy it, and the young man turned his head to take care of other distinguished guests.

Chen Pingan selected a few catties of official seals and secret collections of books, using official official papers, each of which was stamped with the official seal and recorded the year number, and a bundle of books in the Sutra Factory. Note, the paper is extremely thick. There is also a bundle of blooming paper books, which come from a private library. They have been passed down in an orderly manner, but they are like new to the touch. It can be seen that they have been hidden in the boudoir for hundreds of years, and they can be called a stunner in the book forest.

However, books that are really valuable, such as some secret books in the royal palace that are so valuable that shop monks have heard of them, must be treated differently.

Chen Pingan bought a large sack of books and carried them on his back, which was solid and weighed more than a hundred catties.

What he paid was only five snowflakes, one snowflake, and he could buy twenty catties of books. If Chen Pingan was willing to bargain, the money would not be less, but he could move twenty catties more.

It's just that Chen Pingan didn't bargain with the shop, fearing that he couldn't bear it, so he bought Bao Yuanquan, and at that time, let alone a square inch, he couldn't even fit a small one.

It's better to talk about eye relationship.

Among the children, only Nalan Yushu chose books, and the little girl picked a few books. She didn't care about paper materials, palace official engravings, folk engravings, and book collection seals at the gate. The little girl only picked fonts. Beautiful and pleasing to the eye. The little girl asked for money, but Chen Pingan said that it was attached, a few books added together would not weigh a pound, so no need. The little girl didn't seem to save money, but earned money, and she was very happy.

Chen Ping followed with a smile.

A distant tourist who also took the ferry in Caiyi stood on the road, as if waiting for Chen Ping'an.

In fact, Chen Pingan had discovered this person a long time ago. Earlier, in the Qushandufang building, Chen Pingan and his party went out in front, and this person entered in the back. It seemed that they would follow to Huanghuadu.

This Jindan bottleneck swordsman from Jinjiazhou once acted out of righteousness to help Huang Lin on the ferry. At that time, he sacrificed a flying sword with ink script.

Seeing Chen Pingan coming towards him, he immediately clasped his fists and said in a heartfelt voice: "Young Gao Yunshu, I have met senior."

Chen Pingan was carrying a large package, clutching the straw rope with both hands, so he didn't clasped his fists in return, nodded, and asked with a smile in the elegant language of Zhongtu Shenzhou: "Is Gao Jianxian looking for me?"

This is called reciprocating. If you call me senior, I will return you a sword fairy.

Just now Gao Yunshu thought carefully and spoke in Jin Jiazhou's elegant words.

At this moment, being respected by the other party as a sword fairy obviously made Gao Yunshu, who is not thick-skinned, a little ashamed. He believed that the hidden swordsman in front of him was the sword fairy who broke through the sea with his sword and forced back the mirage senior.

Although the other party didn't just pass by, the senior had a good temper and never put himself aside, but always looked at him with a smile and was very patient, but Gao Yunshu was actually under great pressure at the moment, always felt that he was just standing in front of this senior , It was as if the two sides were exchanging swords, confronting each other, if they disagreed, life and death would be separated, Gao Yunshu quickly took a deep breath, and said bravely, "Can I invite senior to have a drink?"

Chen Ping shook his head.

Gao Yunshu hesitated to speak.

Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "Brother Gao, are you thanking a sword fairy, or a stranger for his rescue?"

The same gratitude, but two thoughts.

That Gao Jianxian is an honest person, not only didn't feel that the senior asked this question, he was humiliating himself, but he breathed a sigh of relief, and replied: "Of course there are. It is equivalent to saving half of my life. Of course I am very grateful. It would be the best if I could get to know a generous senior sword fairy. To be honest, the junior is a wild cultivator. There are very few sword cultivators in Jinjiazhou. I want to know One, it is harder than ascending to the sky, and the younger generation is really not reconciled to letting the younger generation be the shackles. Therefore, if you can get to know a sword fairy, there is no half of the benefits, even if the younger generation goes back to the house now, it is not good. It's a waste of time."

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "I admire Gao Jianxian for treating people with sincerity."

Gao Yunshu asked: "Senior, is it really not Xu Jun, the sword fairy from my hometown?"

Chen Pingan was puzzled and said, "Sword Immortal Xu Jun, forgive me for my ignorance, please trouble Gao Jianxian to talk. Let's talk as we walk."

Gao Yunshu took a walk with Chen Pingan, and treated each other very frankly, not only talking about the sword fairy, but also talking about his own thoughts.

The Great Sword Immortal "Xu Jun" that Gao Yunshu mentioned has already traveled to Tongyezhou first.

In Gao Yunshu's cross-continental journey, besides following fate in a foreign land, he actually had the idea of ​​asking Xu Jun about swordsmanship.

Xu Jun is a sword fairy who was born on the battlefield of Jinjiazhou. The world does not know his real name for the time being, but only knows that his surname is Xu. He is a native swordsman of Jinjiazhou, but he has entered the upper five realms. nameless. It is said that this Xu Jun is very close to Qi Tingji, the old sword fairy who came from the Great Wall of Sword Qi with "carved characters". Gao Yunshu wanted to come here to try his luck. If Senior Xu Jun had the last wish to establish a sect in Jinjiazhou, Gao Yunshu wanted to follow Xu Jun here, so as to get one of the founders in name.

Chen Pingan seemingly casually asked about the situation on the Jinjiazhou battlefield. Gao Yunshu still poured beans from a bamboo tube, and he didn't mind talking more about his deeds with this senior.

Among them are Cao Ci who mentioned Zhongtu Shenzhou, and two female martial arts masters from his hometown. However, Gao Yunshu is Shan Zeyexiu, and the Shanshui Dibao was banned by the Confucian Temple, so I only heard about the two women, one with a surname Shi, one's surname is Pei. Gao Yunshu guessed that since the latter's surname is Pei, it is such a coincidence that he is probably a martial artist from the Daduan Dynasty. Ci didn't tell the master and apprentice, but a genius who seemed to be younger than Cao Ci appeared. As for whether it is the remote travel state or the mountain top state, it is hard to say, but the distant travel state is also an exaggeration, isn't it? If you can't achieve martial arts in the world, is it really going to be half-baked?

Chen Ping roughly calculated in his mind that when Wanyan Laojing was engraved on the top of the city wall by Jiazizhang, Shi Zaixi was the husband of Yu Xi. As for the female martial artist who is younger than Cao Ci, is it another direct disciple of the martial god Pei Bei?

After listening, Chen Ping smiled and said, "I'm really not a 'Sword Immortal Xu Jun'."

He reached out and patted the handle of Narrow Sword Zhan Kan, indicating that the other party was a pure martial artist.

Gao Yunshu plucked up his courage, and asked tentatively: "Then why did Guanshi Huang look at Senior alone, and ask someone to give Senior a wooden box?"

Gao Yunshu quickly vowed: "Senior, don't think too much, this junior saw it by accident. It is true that senior has been more independent since he boarded the boat, and this junior remembers him deeply."

Good guy, you have sharp eyes, did you follow the clues to find yourself?

Chen Pingan didn't bother to explain anything, instead of speaking from his heart, he clasped his fists and said, "Since it's a chance meeting, let's just stop by as soon as we can."

Gao Yunshu nodded, and didn't dare to make any more entanglements. If it really is the senior swordsman who is skilled in swordsmanship, no matter whether he is a fellow villager Xu Jun or not, since the other party has made such a statement, he should not push forward. I wish the seniors a smooth journey!"

Determined to believe that the other party is a sword fairy.

Even if the opponent bites a high sword fairy.

Chen Ping said with a smile: "Then I also wish brother Gao a good dream come true during this trip."

Gao Yunshu laughed loudly and said, "Leave it alone."

Chen Ping nodded with narrowed eyes.

Gao Yunshu turned around and strode away. To return to Dukoufanglou, he needed to change to another ferry as the destination for the North Tour.

Yu Xiehui said softly: "See you, Jianghu, this is Jianghu."

Cheng Chaolu and Nalan Yuji reminded in a low voice: "Yuji, why didn't you transcribe Master Cao's words just now?"

The little girl raised her sleeves, stared and said, "Can the pen, ink, paper and inkstone fit in?"

Just as Cheng Chaolu was about to argue a few words, Nalan Yushu wrote and transcribed it, all he needed was pen and paper. But before Cheng Chaolu could speak, Chen Pingan reached out and pressed his head, jokingly said, "If you don't want to be a bachelor for the rest of your life, don't talk."

In fact, all children, no matter how late they are, are aware of one thing. Lord Yinguan is most concerned about Yao Xiaoyan and Nalan Yushu. Although he treats everyone calmly and treats everyone equally, and doesn't value or despise anyone more based on realm or natal rank, but on the side of the two little girls, Mr. Yinguan, or Master Cao, has extra gentle eyes, just Just like looking at your own juniors.

When it was time to eat, Chen Pingan looked around, and finally chose a restaurant, and asked the waiter for a separate elegant room, without asking for drinks. After the food was served, Chen Pingan didn't eat much with his chopsticks, and ate slowly.

Baixuan and Nalan Yushu sat on both sides of Chen Pingan, not because the two of them are in the Dongfu realm, which is higher than the others, but because they are bold and do not recognize life.

These children never went out once on the Caiyi Ferry.

When he got off the boat and arrived at Qushandu, he was too well-behaved for his age and temperament.

But the children of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, especially when they were born as embryos of sword immortals, were actually the most "unknown" children in the world.

Because there are too many sword immortals, they can be seen everywhere, and those sword immortals who walked down the city are very likely to be the elders of a certain child's family, the preaching master, and the neighbors in the neighborhood.

Nalan Yushu said: "Master Cao, shall I pay the bill today?"

Chen Ping shook his head and said with a smile: "It's a good intention, just pay the bill."

Nalan Jade Document said: "I have a lot of grain rain coins. Back then, the patriarch's grandma gave me that square-inch object, which was full of fairy money. The patriarch's grandma always said that if you don't move the money, you can't earn money."

Chen Pingan said helplessly: "Don't listen to half of what you say, or you won't be able to afford spending any amount of money. Only when the money falls into the hands of a businessman will you move your nest and go door to door."

Nalan Yushu blinked, "Then I will partner with Master Cao to do business, and I will hand over all the money to Master Cao for safekeeping and management. If I earn money later, I will share dividends."

Chen Pingan couldn't help laughing, put down his chopsticks, waved his hand, "It's okay."

Patriarch grandma, Nalan Caihuan?

I don't know if she has established a sect in Haoran Tianxia now.

The little girl was a little downcast, and Chen Ping'an comforted her: "Don't worry, I will talk to you if I really have something to earn money in the future."

When Chen Ping was eating, he kept paying attention to the words at the wine table outside, but there were few high-spirited talks about pointing out the country, and most of them were whispering about ways to make a fortune.

A group of people boarded the Xianjia boat to Huanghuadu on time. After arranging two groups of children, Chen Pingan sat quietly in his room for a while, "took off" the bamboo hat, and walked to the bow alone.

Bai Xuan quickly appeared, came to Chen Pingan's side, and asked in his heart: "Why don't you let us hide in the small cave, so that Master Cao can return home earlier?"

Chen Pingan patiently explained: "If I travel alone, Yufeng goes to Aquarius Island, as long as I encounter accidents, it will be relatively serious. If I just go fast on the mountain, I may not be able to get there quickly. If I follow the ferry, there will be many accidents, and I will hide myself. If you take the sea route, the big monster hides more, just like the mirage, if you take the land route, although you need to travel an extra continent, it is much more stable. Besides, I also have many friends in Tongyezhou, and I need to meet them See."

Bai Xuan nodded, stood on tiptoe, grabbed the railing with both hands, with a sad expression, fell silent for a moment, and took the initiative to say: "Master Cao, my natal flying sword is very ordinary, and the rank is not high, so the elders said that my achievements will not be too high." Gao, at most Earth Immortal, being a Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator depends on a lot of luck. That’s still in my hometown, but here, maybe I will stop becoming a Golden Core Sword Cultivator in this life.”

Chen Pingan didn't deliberately ask all the children about their natal flying swords, and the children didn't mention them.

However, Chen Pingan took over the Summer Palace as a hidden official. At the Great Wall of Sword Qi, he created a measure to evaluate the rank of Jianxiu Feijian, but the selection method was extremely utilitarian and powerful, which was helpful for catching and fighting. The rank of the sword cultivator's natal item is not as high as those flying swords suitable for the battlefield.

The child was bored and lightly bumped his forehead against the railing.

Chen Ping folded his hands, leaned on the railing, and said casually: "Cultivation is a daily matter, and where to stand after many years is a matter of the future. Since it is destined to be a thing that is useless to think about now, it is better to worry about it later." Sorrow, anyway, you can still drink at that time, Master Cao is here, there is definitely no shortage of good wine."

Bai Xuan was a little surprised, "I thought Master Cao would comfort people with nice words."

Chen Pingan joked: "There are good things to say, and even the big baskets can't be filled."

Bai Xuan hesitated for a moment, then sighed and said, "I met and chatted with Master Cao in private. After I go back, I guess I can't be friends with Yu Qingzhang."

Chen Ping smiled and said nothing.

Bai Xuan wondered: "Master Cao is not curious?"

Chen Ping raised his eyes and looked into the distance, "I roughly guessed it. Back then, the sword cultivator desperately tried to save the sword fairy who fell into the hands of the big demon. I stopped him, which was more heartbreaking. I guess there was a sword cultivator inside, and it was Yu Qingzhang and the others. An elder master."

Bai Xuan was even more surprised, "You don't dislike Yu Qingzhang and they don't know what's good or bad? A fool also knows that you are doing it for the sake of the Great Wall of Sword Qi."

Chen Pingan said softly: "Who said that if you do a good deed, you won't hurt people's hearts? Many times it makes people even sadder."

Bai Xuan shook his head, "Anyway, I think Yu Qingzhang and the others are wrong."

Chen Pingan didn't want to say more about it.

Bai Xuan said to himself: "My master's master is one of the sword cultivators. After the death of the patriarch, the master didn't say anything bad about the hermit, and he didn't stop me from being a little hermit. Instead, he praised me for my ambition." .”

Chen Pingan reached out and patted the child's head, "Your master is amazing."

Bai Xuan raised his head and said with a smile: "Then Master Cao will see that Chen Li in the future, discuss with him, and give me the title of Little Hermit Official?"

Chen Pingan said, "We'll talk about it when we see each other."

Bai Xuan complained: "Students are not happy, they go round and round, and they just say vague words that only take advantage of it and don't suffer from it."

Chen Ping turned around and nodded, "It's not good, I have to change it, so I will give you the answer now, no."

Bai Xuan opened his eyes wide, sighed, put his hands behind his hands, and returned to the residence alone, leaving a stingy Master Cao to drink the wind by himself.

In early spring, the weather is still warm and cold, but the earth is full of spring breeze, and the yellow flowers are competing to be the first. Thank you Dongjun in the world.

The man in the green shirt, with a flagon hanging on his knife, overlooked the earth, and didn't look back for a long time.

Chen Pingan suddenly remembered something. Could his great disciple of Kaishan have reached the Golden Body Realm now? Then she is... is she as tall as He Gu?

Chen Ping'an was lying on the railing, smiling with eyes narrowed and the corners of his mouth curled up.

Earlier on the Caiyi Ferry, there was a young man from Jinjiazhou who traveled far away for the first time. His eyes widened and his mind wavered. Opening up the world, there is no sword fairy figure, only the bright sword light, like the most beautiful picture scroll in the world. So the young man made up his mind at that moment, he had to learn talismans, he had to practice swords, just in case, in case, Jin Jiazhou could have an extra sword fairy because of himself.

Of course, Chen Pingan didn't know that there was such a thing.

Just like many years ago, when a bright red wedding dress was floating around in the maze of mountains and rivers, Fengxue Temple Wei Jin would not know that there was actually a boy with straw sandals at that time, his eyes widened, and he watched obsessively as a sword broke open. The magnificent sword light in the sky.

Chen Pingan returned to the house, wrote a secret letter, handed it to the ferry sword room, and helped Feijian send the letter to Yuguizong Shenzhuanfeng.

The recipient, Jiang Shangzhen. The sender signed the letter and drove to Cao Mo.

The flying sword on the mountain transmits the letter, and the sender can hide the head and the tail, deliberately not writing, but the name of the recipient is taboo, and there must be no omissions.

Of course, there are exceptions to everything. For example, some monks on the top of the mountain only write their own names, and with a swipe of a pen, it is actually more effective to write that certain patriarch's relatives.

Chen Pingan didn't care about the weird eyes of those monks in the sword room.

After all, he was not the one who visited Tongyezhou for the first time and was careful every step of the way.

When Chen Pingan left, a young monk from Jianfang asked cautiously, "Big man?"

An old man who was in charge of the sword room on the ferry sneered and said: "It looks like a liar at first glance, and I don't know how to change a new trick. I have encountered it several times, so don't pay attention to this kind of thing. I can guarantee that this kind of letter will not be ignored when it arrives. Shenzhuan Peak will eat ashes in the archives room for hundreds of years. In the past, there was a guy who took a ferry on Tianque Peak. He deliberately spent a few fairy coins and sent a letter to the old suzerain. A female cultivator who was born in a genealogy, a deputy manager of the ferry sword room, and a woman who had just met that person for a short time. Afterwards, they realized that this fellow was a worthless Shanzawa Yexiu, and they managed to catch him in the end. That guy, if he dies, he will be beaten up, and he can’t really do anything to that kid. The reasoning is beyond the sky, isn’t it a man and a woman who love each other? .”

A young girl in the sword room blushed when she heard this, no wonder she felt that the man in the green shirt was always looking at her, he turned out to be a vile brat with ulterior motives.

The old man smiled and said: "This is considered shallow, and there are even more clever ones, pretending to be a waste prince, hiding a fake Jade Seal and Dragon Robe in the luggage, and then it seems that someone who is not paying attention just happened to show it to the woman." There is also the wine pot hanging on the waist, and the sword fairy walks down the mountain. Even if there is a sword gourd, it is also a deception, right? So some people take a small broken gourd and apply a little water method. There are many people like this in the bow place, drinking non-stop.”

The young man suddenly said: "That guy seems to be hanging a small vermilion jug, but he didn't drink, probably because he saw that you are here, and he didn't dare to shake those clumsy tricks."

The old man stroked his beard and smiled, "That guy is very tender, he just came here to humiliate himself."

The girl was a little scared, and the more she thought about the man, he was indeed sneaky and sly. What a pity for those eyes.

Wait until the girl has a lingering fear and goes to work on her own shame and annoyance. The old man in charge of the sword room immediately gave the young man a wink. The latter grinned and clasped his fists in thanks. The old man stretched out two fingers, and the young man shook one finger. There was only one jug of wine, no more.

As for whether that person really knew Sect Master Jiang of Yuguizong, it was actually not that important. Anyway, for a person like Jiang Shangzhen, his friends will only be aloof, and they will not know each other, and they will not be able to get aloof.

The young man suddenly asked, "Where is the drive-in city?"

The old man shook his head, "I've never heard of this, it's probably just a bluff."

The young man joked, "I don't know if it was signed at Taiping Mountain or Fushi Sect."

The old man snorted coldly, "If you dare to abuse Taiping Mountain and Fuqi Sect so badly, I will turn my face on the spot and drive him off the ferry."

The girl suddenly raised her head, lowered her voice and said, "The former site of Taiping Mountain has been reduced to a land without owner. Isn't there a lot of people fighting for the site right now?"

The old man hesitated to speak, and in the end he let out a long sigh without saying a word.

In fact, Chen Pingan did not go too far.

After hearing the last sentence, he stopped, his face expressionless, his eyes dim.

In the early years, the sect of the Immortal Family, which had been sitting on a Huanghuadu, had been destroyed in the war and was completely reduced to ruins. The entire ancestral mountain had been leveled by the magic of the Xian Family.

But the middle-aged swordsman in green shirt with a large group of oil bottles, he and the children were extremely weird, they didn't show up at Huanghuadu, but seemed to disappear suddenly halfway. The ferry knew that before it docked there, the middle-aged man had returned to the sword room of the ferry and sent another letter to Shenzhuan Peak.

On a stormy night, Chen Pingan put away the jade hairpin, quietly broke through the restriction of the ferry boat, and went north alone against the wind. , Shaking people's hearts, there was a great vision in the sky and earth, so that everyone on the ferry behind was terrified, and the whole ferry had to detour in a hurry.

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Within a hundred miles of Qushandu, the terrain is flat, and there is only one mountain peak that rises abruptly, which is particularly eye-catching. On the top of the mountain peak, there is a hill platform, carved with a piece of chessboard, thirty-two chess pieces, as big as The stone pier weighs a thousand catties. There are two monks standing at both ends of the chessboard. In the next game, each time a chess piece is captured by the opponent on the chessboard, they will be given a Grain Rain coin. A little gamble.

One of them, young and handsome, only two hundred years old, is the famed Jinjiazhou Great Sword Immortal, nicknamed "Xu Jun", and his real name is Xu Xie. Somehow, he became the guest of the Liu family in Aiaaizhou. This time, Yujian rushed to the southernmost part of Tongyezhou to protect a new cornucopia for Liu, the God of Wealth in Aiaaizhou, such as the Caiyi ferry, which was Wusunlan and Liu's credit. Not to mention a ready-made cross-continental ferry, the price is fair, and the commission for the five hundred years of ferry income will also surprise monk Wusunlan.

For Tongyezhou, a great swordsman who passed thousands of swords on the battlefield of Jinjiazhou is a well-deserved dragon crossing the river.

The key to the complicated mood of the monks on the top of the mountain was that Xu Xie, who seemed to belong to a small group of people who came into being at the right time.

Wang Ji, who is a local snake, is a local Qi trainer in Tongyezhou, and is in the Yupu realm. He calls himself Guaiya Disciple, and also calls himself Zhilinsou. Not a swordsman, but he liked to travel with a sword when he was young, and he liked martial arts. He has a refined appearance, but on the mountain he has the nickname of the Supervisor and Execution Officer. He went up to the mountain to practice very late, and he has been an official for thirty years. He was born as a civil servant in Qingliu. Later, he resigned from office and went into seclusion. When he went down the mountain, he became a Yamazawa Nosho, and finally became an enshrinement of Yu Guizong, the kind with a chair in the Patriarch Hall. But before that, Wang Ji was the monk of the upper five realms who scolded Jiang Shangzhen the most in Tongyezhou, not one of them.

So Wang Ji's trip south to Yuzhou to drive the mountain crossing was to help Yu Guizong scold the streets.

The person who mediates between the two parties is a female cultivator who came here for a while, the junior sister of Cong Qian, the immortal of Liuxia Island, and the wife of the cave master of Tianyu Cave. Her son is one of the ten young candidates, but now he is in the fifth world, so it will take almost eighty years for their mother and son to meet each other. Whenever she thinks of this matter, she will complain to her husband that she shouldn't be so cruel and let her son travel far away.

Wang Ji casually threw out a Gu Yu coin, and asked, "When will those cross-continent ferry boats in the old dragon city arrive at Qushan Ferry?"

Xu Xie did not take Gu Yu's money, but smashed it on the spot, turning it into a rich aura. The mountain under the three of them was a formation restriction carefully crafted by Liu's monks, which could gather the aura of heaven and earth in all directions and The number of mountains and rivers. Xu Xie looked indifferent, and said: "When you get to the ferry, you can see it naturally."

Wang Ji sneered and said, "Be careful of high winds and rough waves, the water and soil are not acclimatized, and the land and water will capsize."

Xu Xie remained expressionless, "The ship capsized? Your Sect Master Jiang capsized it, anyway, as long as one is turned over, I will go to Shenzhuan Peak to ask for the sword."

Wang Ji clicked his tongue and said, "Listen, what do you mean by sure win?"

Xu Xie said: "80% will lose. Just don't delay me asking the sword."

Wang Ji stamped his foot on the ground, picked up a chess piece, landed it on one side of the chessboard, stretched out his thumb to Xu Xie, and said, "As expected of a swordsman who knows Qi Tingji."

Xu Xie said: "You know Xu Xie too, it's not bad."

Wang Ji laughed angrily and said, "If you meet Jiang Shangzhen, you will either beat him to death directly, or become a friend of yours, there is no other possibility."

The Liuxiazhou female cultivator shook her head, she really didn't know why the two of them hadn't fought so far, they competed on the chessboard every day, and still bickered like this, why did it feel like they hit it off really well.

Xu Xie suddenly asked: "Is Jiang Shangzhen really retreating or fake retreating?"

Wang Ji sighed, feeling a little sentimental for the first time: "God knows, anyway, the last meeting in the Patriarch Hall, sick and half dead, makes people feel sad."

Xu Xie glanced at the north.

He really can't like this Tongyezhou, which is full of smog and ghosts.

Know that you are wrong and don't admit it. peace of mind.

Admitting a mistake and not wanting to correct it. Save effort.

It was a great way to save worry and effort, and as a result, many people really survived. Returning to such a big mess in Haoran Tianxia is not much better than falling into the hands of Wild Desolate Tianxia.

Just one thing, since there is no more Taipingshan monk in Tongyezhou at the site of Taipingshan Zongmen, how many forces on the mountain are now coveting that site? Overtly and secretly, just around the corner.

The Fushi Sect is a little bit better, after all, there is a little incense left behind, no matter how precarious the situation is, under the protection of the academy, the group of Fuqi Sect monks who are not high in level and few in number can still protect their ancestral mountain justifiably, and there is no one for the time being Dare to get involved. This is the case now, but ten years later, a hundred years later? The many methods used by the monks on the mountain to stalk thousands of miles are not as simple as plundering. The academy can protect it for a while, but it can't protect it for a longer time. When the young suzerain of the Fushi sect returns from the new world, the ancestor hall of the Fushi sect may have only a useless suzerain seat left. Even if it is seated, it is possible It is a jungle of soft knives in all directions.

Xu Xie was born in Confucianism, but he never went to the academy in Jinjiazhou to study. The same goes for Wang Ji who is playing chess with Xu Xie.

Wang Ji sat down on the chess piece, and said helplessly: "There is nothing to see and nothing to hide, nothing to show and nothing to be subtle, so a gentleman should be cautious about his independence. We who talk about Neo Confucianism and are Taoists, the most hard work is the word Shendu. You must be able to bow your head without shame, and raise your head without shame.”

It was rare for Xu Xie to agree with Wang Ji, nodded and said: "A man sees himself like he sees his lungs and liver."

Wang Ji sighed: "When the academy is completely rebuilt, the situation will definitely improve."

Wang Ji shook his sleeves, and laughed at himself: "I am a guest in the mountains, and I have many emotions in my life."

The woman asked: "What's the end of the guy who wrote an article criticizing Chun Confucian Chen Chun'an?"

The Confucian Temple banned Shanshui mansions from reporting for five years, but monks on the top of the mountain had their own means of secret transmission of various news.

Wang Ji sneered and said: "It's not like that, the small life is very good, there are many fans, and everyone sincerely regards it as a continent of literary courage and Confucian conscience, but they have been shouting for many years. The head of the official academy, he is going to be the head of one of the seventy-two academies, or else the major cultures of the Zhongtu Confucian Temple will secretly join forces to exclude this person. So it is called a person sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai."

The young people looked at the poems and articles of some old people, and the lines between the lines were full of decadence. And some old people look at young people, energetic and aggressive, they will smile on their faces, their eyes are gloomy, and they will be regarded as rebellious thieves.

When an old man is narrow-minded, small-minded, and closed-minded without knowing it, then the vigor he sees in young people, the leeway for mistakes given to young people by the years, is a great harm in itself. Even if young people do not speak, it is wrong.

Young people will not understand why those old people are so easily disappointed.

The old guy watched those young people turn from hope to disappointment with cold eyes.

A great battle ended, and too many young people on the mountain died.

Many old guys are still sneering. I saw it, just pretend I didn't see it.

Xu Xie twitched the corners of his mouth, and said sarcastically: "I heard from Liu Jubao that the ancestor of the Yu family originally wanted to remove this person from the position of the mountain master of the Dynasty Academy, but it was just such a fuss, so it would be difficult to touch him. It is difficult for the sub-sage's lineage to be a person. What's more, if the post of mountain chief is dismissed, this person will only be more complacent and have a better conscience. Maybe he is waiting for the ancestor of the Yu family to move him, so what? Earn another splash of fame."

Wang Ji glanced at Xu Xie. This guy talks a lot today, which is rare.

The Liuxiazhou woman sighed, "In this world, I always feel that something is wrong, but I can't tell."

Xu Xie said in a deep voice: "In this world, there are too few scholars like Xiuhu!"

Wang Ji said sadly: "It's not too little, it's gone."

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Taipingshan ruins.

At the entrance of the dilapidated mountain, the archway has already collapsed, and a green shirt floated to the ground, tearing off the face and restoring its true appearance.

He squatted down and gently pressed a piece of gravel, some writings could be vaguely seen.

He took off the Yangjian gourd and poured out a pot of wine.

After getting up, the young man's figure became slightly stooped again, and he no longer deliberately straightened his waist. In this way, the sword and punch will be faster.

A young Confucian scholar came from Yufeng from a distance, with a wary look on his face, he asked, "What are you going to do? Didn't you agree that no one will be allowed to enter the Ancestral Mountain of Taiping Mountain in the near future?!"

The man with the sword in the green shirt smiled and said, "Say? It doesn't seem to be very useful, right? Then I'll stay here."

Isn't it just watching the door? I have been a janitor for many years and am very good at it.

The academy disciples saw the uninvited guest, squinting his eyes, his smile seemed to be bright, but for some reason, it made his hair stand on end, chills down his spine, and he couldn't say a word.

The man didn't say much, just moved forward slowly, then turned around and sat on the steps, with his back facing Mount Taiping, facing the distance, and then began to close his eyes and meditate.

The man suddenly asked, "How many hundred miles is the boundary of Zushan?"

The disciples of the academy looked gloomy and said, "Ten li in radius."

After a while, the disciples of the academy who had been contemplating their words suddenly blurred, and the sitting figure was no longer seen. However, a small mountain more than a dozen miles away was inexplicably opened up, and a mountain top was split into two cliffs in the middle.

A Nascent Soul cultivator just moved a step, so he stood at the place where the top of the mountain turned into a "cliffside", and then remained motionless, "steady as a mountain" that could not be shaken by thunder.

Because there was a palm pressing his head, the man asked: "How do you want to die? If there are too many choices and you don't know how to choose, I can help you choose one."

With five fingers like hooks, he detained the head and soul of the Nascent Soul cultivator, "Don't delay me to find the next one, I'm not very patient."

As soon as the yin god was about to travel far away, the monk Nascent Soul wailed, as if he had been pierced by thousands of swords, his soul and body trembled together, just as he was about to lower his body and beg for mercy, his soul was stripped out of his body, The man put it in his sleeve, and his body slumped to the ground.

In another place, there was a Jindan Earth Immortal who sensed something was wrong, and without saying a word, fled away from the wind, and flew thirty miles into the air in an instant.

I never thought that it seemed to be dragged backwards, and finally fell on the spot.

A young man with an unfamiliar face bent his waist with his arms wrapped around his sleeves, and asked with a smile, "Hello, my name is Chen Pingan. I came to Taiping Mountain to visit my old friend. You are a monk of the Taiping Mountain genealogy? would be great."

More than a hundred miles away, a hidden cultivator sneered and said, "Fellow Daoist, have such brutal acts passed?"

Chen Ping turned his head to look, but it was not the direction where the voice sounded, but his eyes were shifted by more than 30 miles, "People stay here, I will give you a chance to send a flying sword to rescue soldiers, remember not to be just like you The jade untouched world is covered with paper."

That person no longer concealed his tracks, and laughed loudly, it turned out to be a woman.

Chen Pingan took a step forward, shrinking the mountains and rivers, and came directly to the female cultivator in the Jade Raw Realm, "Are you so happy?"

For a moment, that majestic female cultivator in the Jade Realm turned pale, and her thoughts changed sharply, Sword Immortal? Small world? !

In less than a stick of incense, maybe even half a stick of incense, that Confucian disciple who was filled with righteous indignation every day but had no choice but to see that man dragging a woman by her hair, then threw the female cultivator outside the mountain gate, heavily After falling to the ground, the man returned to the gate of the mountain, continued to sit on the same spot, gently pushed the knife out of its sheath with his fingers, and a bright narrow knife was just nailed into the ground near the woman's face.

Chen Ping asked with a smile, "Do you want to drink?"

The Confucian boy raised his arm, wiped his forehead, shook his head, and reminded softly: "There is an immortal behind the scenes, and if there is such a commotion, he will definitely come."

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "I will wait for him."

The Confucian disciple suddenly changed his mind, "Senior, give me a jug of wine to calm my shock."

Chen Ping threw out a jug of wine.

The young scholar from the academy caught the wine jug, took a big sip of wine, turned his head to look, and asked in doubt: "Senior, don't you drink it yourself?"

The Confucian scholar in the academy could only see that the man shook his head, then bent over, covered his sleeves with his hands, looked calmly, and looked into the distance. I don't know if it's an illusion, but I always feel that this man in the green shirt who seems to have fallen from the sky is not only not happy at all, but rather sad. What are you sad about? Is it because of the Taiping Mountain behind you? But how many years has there been no one in Victoria Peak? Is it because you are late? But it's not right, even if it's not a monk in Tongyezhou, and his hometown is Liuxiazhou, which is the farthest away, no matter how far away, he should have heard the news and arrived early.

Chen Pingan asked: "What did the Academy say?"

The young Confucian scholar said: "Our new head of the mountain does not allow anyone to occupy Taiping Mountain. But it seems difficult."

Chen Pingan nodded and remained silent for a moment, as if making a promise to Taiping Mountain, which had been deserted for many years behind him, "With me here, it's not difficult. Jiang Shangzhen is just... trash."

The young Confucian scholar felt his scalp tingling, and hurried to drink.

Chen Ping raised his head and smiled and asked, "Is that right, Brother Zhou Fei?"

A hearty laugh sounded, and then the handsome man appeared, his temples were slightly frosted, as if the smile on his face had won over his tired face, and he looked even more handsome and demeanor. He ouched, and kept saying sorry, sorry, it turned out that the man stepped on the face of the nun in the Jade Realm. The stunned young Confucian scholar saw that the well-known Yuguizong's previous suzerain said he was sorry and didn't have the slightest intention of raising his feet. Finally, he bowed to the man beside him and said, "I worship Zhou Fei!" , Meet the mountain master."

Chen Pingan didn't get up, took out two jugs of wine, threw one jug to Jiang Shangzhen, looked up at the strange but familiar Jiang Shangzhen, and said softly: "It's hard work, it's not easy to meet again."

"The owner of the mountain is also true. In the second letter, he only said that he would not go to Shenzhuan Peak. Thanks to my extraordinary intelligence, I knew that you would go straight here."

Jiang Shangzhen was finally willing to put his feet back, but pushed the female cultivator a few feet away with his toes, took the wine pot, sat beside Chen Pingan, held the wine pot in his hand high, with a happy expression on his face, but his voice was not loud , smiled and said: "Good brother, let's go one?"

The two jugs collided lightly, and then they drank in silence.

There is nothing good in the rivers and lakes, except for the wine.