Chen Pingan has seen many good-looking peers, the neighbors of Mujiaxiang, Song, and Zhao Yi, who once studied in the school, followed Mr. Qi, Lin Shouyi, and then the male and female, who are difficult to distinguish on Guihua Island. The big prince is sorghum, but it is not as good as the scorpion.

After the person finished the word on the wall, he held the wine jar and sat next to the table. He asked for two big white bowls and shouted Xu Jia to drink together. The most clear of the price of the yellow wine, he did not think that this was the case. Properly, uncovering the mud seal, helping to pour the wine, touching the bowl to drink, very happy look, and the smile on the face of the old shopkeeper is also a little more, just pity the caged bird, back to the sun, juvenile, sick Oh.

The young man took the initiative to raise the wine bowl for Chen Pingan and smiled: "My name is Cao Ci, and the middle-aged Dadren."

Chen Pingan had to pick up the wine bowl. "My name is Chen Pingan, Bao Pingzhou is a big man."

Cao Ci nodded and his eyes were full of appreciation. "Your martial arts are in the same position and played very well."

Chen Ping did not know how to answer, but had to take a sip of wine silently, always felt a little strange.

After thinking about it for a long time, I finally figured out the aftertaste. The boy of the Middle-earth Shenzhou, whether it is a gas or a tone, is not like a peer, but rather like the bare-footed old man who fell in the mangosteen. Only the younger boy has the condescending arrogance of the old man of Cui. On the contrary, the big-end boy named Cao Ci said that his words are calm and calm, but even if the two sides casually pull home, Chen Pingan will feel an invisible pressure.

How about Cao Ci, Ning Yao does not have any feelings, she is just a little unhappy, out of thin air, a guy with an eye-opening, drinking a lot less interest.

With Chen Pingan sipping grass and drinking half a jar of sassafras wine, he took Chen Ping to the door of the wine shop.

When Chen Pingan was about to leave the wine shop, Cao Ci smiled and shouted Chen Pingan. "You like Ning girl, very good. The only bad thing is to meet many times and not remember my name."

Chen Pingan smiled back and said: "I feel better."

Cao Ci was so happy that he raised his wine bowl in one hand and waved goodbye to Chen Ping with one hand. He smiled sincerely. "Chen Pingan, after three days, began to strive to become the strongest fourth world in the world."

It’s a bit of a weird word that is slightly chewed.

Chen Pingan clasped his fists and did not say much. He turned his head and followed Ning Yao to leave this small yellow scorpion.

Inside the wine shop, Xu Jia wondered: "Do you like Ning girl?"

Cao Ci smiled and waved: "I like the master who is invincible in my mind. I like to laugh at the empress of two small dimples. I like the girl who doesn't put me in my eyes, but it is not what you think. That kind of love for men and women is very detrimental to practice."

Cao Ci drank his drink and sighed: "I can't imagine it. I like a girl in the future."

Xu Jia snorted, Cao Ci said what he would believe, and then the shopkeeper was full of faces, and transferred the topic: "Listen to your tone, will you be in the fifth place?"

Cao Ci nodded: "It has been a long time since the Great Wall of Jianqi has been smashed."

Xu Jia smiled and said: "If you are in your hometown, I guess you are now the seventh place."

Without waiting for Cao Ci to speak, Xu Jia immediately added: "Before the Seven Kingdoms, it will be the strongest fourth, fifth and sixth!"

Xu Jia chatted about this, and he was more happy than Cao Ci himself. "The old treasurer said that your current fourth position is the strongest fourth place in history, not the first person in the current four-day martial arts. It is unprecedented. No one after, really?"

Cao Ci reluctantly said: "I have no ancient people before, I can probably be sure, but after that, I am only a pure Wufu, and will not calculate the world's military after a hundred years."

Xu Jia haha ​​laughed, "Cao Ci! One day I couldn't help but go to Missy, I must go to the big endian dynasty to find you."

Cao Ci nodded. "Then I prepared the wine early."

Xu Jia suddenly lowered his voice and prayed: "Cao Ci, do you want to fight one, then you deliberately lose to me, then I will leave the mountain, so I will tell people that I won Cao Ci, you think, Ten years later, a hundred years later, at that time, you were invincible in the world, and even the younger brother of the world, from the invincible to the real enemy, I became the only person who won you Cao Ci. I am sure I will ask this guy all over the world. Maybe Missy will look at me."

Cao Ci smiled and narrowed his eyes, one handed the bowl, and one palm patted his head gently. "Well, you can win me Cao Ci, and you will fall over the mountain, just say this to people."

Xu Jia has a dim sum. "You don't care now, will you not regret it in the future?"

Cao Ci drank the wine in the bowl and turned his head. He waved to the old treasurer: "Lao Lu, I am willing to give me a jar of wine to drink? I regret it now, no wine, no pressure, no pressure on the repentance." Ah, if you drink an altar and forget the wine, there is no regret for at least a hundred years!"

Xu Jia looked at the old treasurer with pity.

The old man smiled and said: "Xu Jia, go to Cao Ci to move a jar of wine, and, later, remember to mourn the treasurer well, don't sneak a sneak peek at me, or blame me for not letting you go to the rivers and lakes. ”

Xu Jia’s fart is going to move.

Cao Ci only had the last bowl of wine. When he waited for the new wine to be on the table, he held the wine bowl and got up and stood under the wall. He watched the sights. It was nearly three years since the first drink, and the new words on the wall. There was a lot more. In the end, Cao Ciwang’s three words in the lower corner were written correctly but rigidly. Curiously asked: "Lao Lu, the word that Chen Ping’s left on the wall is this 'sword is long?'"

The old man asked: "Why, this kid is not easy?"

Cao Cixi’s lower body, carrying a small mouthful of wine in a big white bowl, his eyes were light. “He may be the strongest three after me.”

The old man has some pity. The vulture in the cage, the length of the martial arts that is a pure Wufu, is time-limited. After the inscription, the suzaku can fly out of the cage at any time. It is the first and the last of this pair of masters and apprentices. During this time, there is no need to expect the wufen to leave the bird cage.

Not that courageous.

Cao Ci and Xu Jia also finished drinking a jar of forgotten wine.

Xu Jia did not drink, the more he drunk, the more he drunk, and finally he slept on the wine table.

Cao Ci is the more awake person who is drinking, the eyes are stunned.

Cao Ci suddenly said, "If it wasn't for Master to pick me up, I really want to go to the world south of the Great Wall, for up to forty or fifty years, I can dare to have more than a dozen big enchanting wrists. Before this, it will inevitably be a life-and-death battle."

The old man smiled and said: "Do you believe it or not, if you walk out of the city, you will die?"

Cao Ci sighed.

The reason is very simple, the old man will pass through.

He Cao Ci is very likely to have entered the vision of the big demon, belonging to the murderer, will never give him forty or fifty years, or even one day will not give more.

Cao Ci reluctantly said: "Then honestly go back to the earth gods."

The old man intentionally or unintentionally said: "The ancestors of the Dong family who killed the wilderness and finally turned out to be born, the sword of the Great Wall has one enough, and there will only be one. If the Yaozu raises the tiger again, raise a promising martial martial. Cao Ci, I think they can do it."

Cao Ci said, "I have to ask Master if there is any eleventh place. I hope there is no..."

The old man smiled and joked: "You are an apprentice, too unconscion? Why don't you think about Master's goodness? This, you Cao Ci is almost as good as Xu Jia, very bad. You are Cao Ci. Hey, how can it be so mediocre?"

Cao Ci shook his head, raised his arm, reached out his palm, raised his head above his head, and wiped it on the wine table. His voice was soft, but his eyes were calm: "Now Master's martial arts are already so high, almost able to work with those real mountains. Uh...beautiful, then if it’s not the eleventh, my master, or me in the future, isn’t it...”

The old man smiled and said: "You can wait and see."

Cao Ci turned to look at the old man. "The old predecessors who talk like you are too few."

The old man ridiculed himself: "That is because I am a bad old man and have already accepted his life."

Cao Ci was sitting at the wine table silently. Xu Jia’s voice was thunderous. The old man had disappeared. He went elsewhere. Huang Fu’s blessed land is certainly slightly larger than the imagination. It’s not really only a place for wine shops, but it’s already It is not complete. If it is not one of the ancestors of the philosophers, it is almost as good as the 骊 洞 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

What are the daily sacred people of the Three Religions and the philosophers?

Ten big holes, thirty-six small holes, seventy-two blessed land, how come?

After the broken day of Baozhuzhou’s Zhuzhu Cave, is it only thirty-five days?

In fact, there are many saints in the world, and many need to open up the territory and expand the territory of the world.

At this point, the Taoist saints in the world are not the same. They are mainly pursuing the highness of Bai Yujing, layering and continually rising.

The world of Buddhism is the distance to seek the Dharma. In the past and present life, the people must live without doubt.

Of course, the Confucian people in the world of the world, in addition to opening up new horizons, to educate the people, but also need to stare at the demon people in the wild.

The other two worlds are not idle.

The Taoist school teaches Lu Shen to make waves in the vast world of the world.

Isn’t Confucianism and Yasheng not preaching in the world?

In the wine shop, Cao Ci even if no one is chatting, no alcohol, and still calm, so sit.

It is hard to imagine people in the martial arts, they will feel that the situation is not interesting, and the pressure is fun.

When the old treasurer came back, he smiled and asked: "Cao Ci, in addition to the martial arts summit, I don't want anything else in this life?"

Cao Ci smiled and said: "I am thinking about what I will think."

The old man ridiculed: "Then you are not as good as my family and the big boy."

Cao Ci nodded.

Finally, the white-haired teenager walked out of the wine shop and did not go to the master who was staying in a private place somewhere in the hanging mountain. Instead, he went straight to the foot of the Lonely Mountain. Near the gate of the square, Xiaodaotong and the sword-bearing man all greeted the boy. Cao Cixi stopped and talked with them for a long time, and then he went into the mirror. As a result, he went over there, and the old sword repairing the sword of the life sword, as well as the teacher’s knife of the waist, said hello to him. Cao Ci stopped again and chatted with them for a long time.

Chatting the law, chatting with the sword, chatting.

Cao Ci can talk to anyone about anything.

This has been like this for a few years.

And those predecessors who have already made a name for themselves, whether they are hidden high-ranking people or swordsmen who are in full swing, may even benefit greatly, and even feel self-deprecating because of a teenager in a martial art.

Cao Ci.

Cao Ci of the Middle Kingdom Shenzhou.

The family is flat, the ancestors have been farming for generations, and even a small rich family, a war, the paradise has been razed to the ground, began to drift with the refugees, and there will be life and death every day.

Then he was seen by a tall woman who was alone in the river and lake, and accepted as a disciple.

The woman held him in her arms and rode her horse together in the snowy night. She laughed at the children who were seven or eight years old. "Cao Ci, from now on, you are the only disciple of my cup."

Cao Ci slowly walked through the city of the north of the Great Wall of the Sword. When there were acquaintances on the way, they chatted with them. If no one greeted, they would occasionally stop and look up at the paper swaying. The eaves, or the painted gods that are glaring on the door.

He finally walked up the city and went back to the small hut behind the old hut. He had nothing to do, and he flipped through a few books. He took a few pages and put it down. He walked out of the hut and walked away on the thoroughd road. Seven or eight miles, only to find the grandfather Chen who stood on the head of the city and looked south.

The white boy leaped to the city.

One old and one small, two or two silent.

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Out of the shop, Ning Yao asked the location of the 鹳 客栈 pub, then took Chen Ping to go in the direction of catching the ferry.

As a result, on the mouth of the alley where the inn was located, Chen Ping met with an anxious lady, Mrs. Gui, and a gloomy golden millet.

After seeing the safe and sound Chen, Mrs. Gui was relieved, did not say anything, did not even ask Chen Pingan why he had not returned, but he greeted the "Ning girl" whom Chen Ping said, and returned to catch and release. Guihua Island in the ferry, a large stall business, she was too busy, and the jade thing of the Yugui Zong Jiangzi son was very troublesome.

Jin Su originally thought about complaining a few words. This guy was so guilty that he had scolded the master for the blood of the dog. It was only when she first saw the sabre girl in the dark green robe and looked at the look calmly. Ning surname girl, Jin Su will not dare to speak.

The three did not go to the Alley Inn. Ning Yao heard that they were going to visit the scenic spots including the hanging mountain and the Lushan Cliff today. They said that she had not seen it yet.

Although Jin Su was a little uneasy inside, but did not want to be too embarrassed, he took the initiative to speak and chatted with the "Ning girl" who was not very good at getting along.

Ning Yao is actually not arrogant, just lazy, but if a half-baked person like Jin Su asked her to ask her, Ning Yao would answer the same, but each time the answer was very simple.

In the end, Jin Su really did not know how to deal with her, and began to silence, the atmosphere is a bit embarrassing.

But deep down, Jin Su turned over the river.

The young Ning girl claimed to be from the Great Wall of Jianqi.

Outsiders from the hanging mountain into the Jianqi Great Wall, you can do it with money, but the sword repair of the Great Wall of the sword wants to enter the hanging mountain. It is difficult to hear the swordsmanship.

It’s no wonder that Jin Suzhen wants to even have a story. In fact, she thinks that there is nothing wrong with it. Ning girl’s surname has played a big role.

But Jin Su only guessed half of it.

There are many insiders in the Great Wall of the Sword, and Mrs. Gui is not willing to talk to the proud disciple, so Jin Su only knows the thirteenth battle of the previous stagnation, even if the girl around her name is Ning, she only dares to think of her. It is one of the rumors of the martial arts of the Great Wall Ningjia of the Jianqi. This trip may be a family task.

The reason why Jin Su did not dare to rely on the most exaggerated "truth", the reason is very simple, there is a Chen Ping around them.

Due to the emergence of Ning Yao, Miaolu Cliff, Shangxiang Building, Lei Zetai, three scenic spots, Jin Su are strolling around, not too comfortable, ignorant.

After all, Jinsu is the origin of sweet-scented osmanthus. Not only is the qualification of the monk excellent, but also a kind of exquisite heart, so many times, the distance will be deliberately opened, so that Chen Pingan is alone with the Ning girl who does not like words. Ning Yao is always with Chen Ping, and he often thinks about what to say.

Chen Pingan is not interested in the changes of the dynasty dynasty, the world's general trend, the rise and fall of the human race.

Actually, I don't understand, and I don't want to understand.

However, Ning Yao said this, he would like to write down one by one, put it in his heart.

Jin Su is actually a bit strange, why is the girl with a cold temperament, and she is willing to talk so much with Humor Chen.

During the three days, the three people boarded the Lei Zetai together with other tourists. Suddenly, a veteran who held the gold and silver dust, stood on the steps and smiled at Ning Yao: "The teacher told me to tell, if Ning girl is in the hanging mountain What you need, you can mention. Even if you go to the Lonely Peak to see the three clear bells, you can."

Ning Yao naturally looked forward to Chen Pingan, Chen Pingan shook his head slightly, and she shook her head: "We don't go to Lonely Mountain."

The old man smiled. "The poor road will not be disturbed. As long as there is something, Ning girl will find a Taoist priest to inform the hanging mountain."

Ning Yao didn’t really want to talk, but she saw Chen Ping’s thanks to the old man, and she nodded and said two words, “Okay.”

Jin Su whispered: "Yu Long Zhen Jun?"

The old man had already left Lei Zetai, as the third hand of the hanging mountain, the depth of the Dafa, even the entire Nanpo Pazhou's monks were as good as the ear, it was the heart of Jin Su's heart, they could "listen" clearly. After listening to the sound, he asked: "This girl, is there something?"

Scared Jin Su's face pale, and quickly shook his head: "Nothing happened, but the younger generation is too admired by the old truth, can not help but speak out, but also hope that the old truth will be forgiven."

The old man smiled heartily: "The poor roads are not so overbearing, and the rules of the hanging hills, there is no one saying that the road number of the poor roads will be punished."

The old man passed away.

Jin Su swallowed a mouthful of water.

The old five-day **** of the hanging mountain is a Taoist true king who is known as the South China Sea Dragon. Then he stood in front of his own eyes and talked to himself.

The eleventh state of Yonglong Zhenjun is absolutely enough to crush most of the jade in the world.

No one doubts that the title of Tianjun is the object of the Taoist.

In the end, when the three returned to the 鹳 客栈 Inn, Ning Yao began to take the initiative to chat, and asked questions with Jin Su, the latter said less.

Ning Yao is in a good mood. Before Chen Ping’s street vendor at the foot of Mengluya Mountain, he bought a pair of small spirits, yin and yang fish style.

When I arrived at the Bique Inn, the unsmiling young shopkeeper said that the guest was full. Ning Yao said nothing, directly found a valley rain money, put it on the counter, and asked enough.

The young shopkeeper's eyelids trembled and was about to talk. Chen Pingan had already robbed the rain money. He smiled at the young shopkeeper: "Ning girl is a friend with us, the treasurer, you give me accommodation?"

The young shopkeeper smiled and said: "I would like to be accommodating, but I can't always drive away other guests? You must not be famous, how can the business be done in the future?"

Ning Yao straightforwardly said: "Then I will change to another inn."

Chen Pingan took a deep breath and took out another rain money. He gently placed it on the counter. "Trouble the shopkeeper to discuss with the guests?"

The young shopkeeper smiled a little and put away the rain money. "Well, the guest officer is waiting."

Chen Pingan returned the original rain money to Ning Yao. She asked: "What is this?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "I invite you to live in an inn."

Ning Yao shook his hand and sighed the rain money. He said: "You have to work hard to earn a grain of rain. But on our swordsmanship, this thing is not worth much. You call it a swollen face and a fat man. Very boring, what to change for an inn, where to live is not living, I am not as delicate as you think."

Chen Pingan reached out and smiled and said: "Then you return the money to me?"

Ning Yao gave him a glance, and decisively put away the rain money in the valley. Fortunately, "You just waited for it."

In the end, Yanque Inn vacated the largest set of houses. Outside the side door of a study, it was a private courtyard. Chen Pingan felt very good.

Ning Yao has no feeling.

Before the young shopkeeper finally left, in front of the three people, smiled and put the rain money on the table. "Thinking about it, I think this money may be too hot. I dare not accept it. The girl lives here. Like Chen Gongzi, how much is it, I will remember it on the account and go back to Guihua Island for money."

Chen Pingan is confused.

Jin Su reported with grateful eyes.

When Chen Ping sat at the table, he would reach out and pick up the rain money, but he was held by Ning Yao and was taken away by her.

Seeing Chen Ping’s face stunned, Ning Yao gently raised his eyebrows and seemed to be provocative. Chen Pingan smiled and pretended that nothing had happened.

Jin Su said with a happy departure.

After the door was closed, Chen Ping’s brain took out his family’s house and baby, and placed it on the table.

Ning Yao was a little surprised, and said with emotion: "Chen Pingan, you can, the ability to make money is so big, how can you turn from a good boy to a rich boy? Are you a fake Chen Ping?"

Chen Pingxue studied Ning Yao, leaning backwards and arms around his chest.

The teenager is full of pride.

Upside down the mountain today.

There is never such a Ning Yao, there is never such a Chen Ping.

Until the two met beautifully and reunited.