In the twilight, Wu Shuangjiang suddenly said that he was leaving.

Throwing the long sword Night Tour to Chen Ping'an, after half a day's effort, it has been refined.

After Chen Pingan took the overnight tour, he cheeked and asked Wu Shuangjiang for a copybook.

In the Qingming world, it is recognized that the characters written by the monk Sui Chu Gong can drive away ghosts. Hanging characters are like hanging characters, even more useful. Of course, Chen Ping’an didn’t want to rely on Wu Shuangjiang’s words to exorcise ghosts and evil spirits. That would be too violent. He kept it as a commemorative of the night boat trip, and later hung it in his study in Luopo Mountain. No matter who comes to visit, don’t you have to ask a genuine fake?

Wu Shuangjiang agreed, Chen Ping'an was in the lobby, took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone. After the millet grains packed the table, he helped spread out the rice paper and lay on the table to study ink.

Wu Shuangjiang looked at the brushes and ink ingots of the ordinary things under the mountain, as if he had lost the interest in writing. Chen Ping'an said helplessly: "I really only have these guys on my body. Will the seniors just take it?"

Wu Shuangjiang smiled and said, "Luoposhan can't afford to lose this face, but Wu can't afford it. In that case, let's forget it."

Chen Ping An hurriedly said, "Then junior Rong will borrow the Four Treasures of the Study from Li Shilang?"

Wu Shuangjiang glanced at the sky outside, shook his head and said, "You can't let Xiaobai wait."

The millet grains were still grinding the ink ingots, and he raised his hand and scratched his head in a hurry, and said pitifully: "Mr. Wu, Mr. Wu, just write a few words, is it not good? Let's go out and walk the rivers and lakes. "

Wu Shuangjiang thought for a while and nodded, "It's reasonable."

Wu Shuangjiang took out the confession of the study he carried with him from his sleeve, spread out a piece of colorful cloud paper, and took out a green bamboo brush with a line of small seals, and his chest was full of greenery. On a side of the inkstone, there is an inkstone inscribed in the fairy cave on the side. The ancient inkstone is lying on a pair of miniature dragons. Wu Shuangjiang tapped the head of the dragon with a pen. The two dragons immediately opened a pair of golden eyes, and a layer of golden ripples suddenly appeared in the ancient inkstone. After Wu Shuangjiang dipped the ink, the pen nib was golden yellow, and he wrote a copybook of running script that can be regarded as "Tie at the time" as usual.

"At that time, only Taoism was common, and people who didn't believe that there were white heads in the world. Mingyue's tall buildings rested alone, and suddenly I came to the window and suspected that he was the king."

Finally, in the three places of this copybook, the two private seals of Wu Shuangjiang and one monogram were respectively printed.

Military scholars, commanding millions of troops. People and books are old. The heart is like the green lotus in the world.

Chen Ping'an stood aside, rubbing his hands lightly, sighing with emotion, "Senior is such a good character, it is a pity not to write a pair of couplets anymore. Good things come in pairs, pay attention to it."

Wu Shuangjiang smiled. Two couplet papers made of Sui Gong Wannian red appeared on the table. On each couplet, there were seven golden dragon patterns, which seemed to be empty, waiting for writing. Not only that, he also took out a small wooden box from his sleeve. After opening it, there were seven small porcelain boxes arranged in seven colors. It was the Qibao mud that was famous in the world. The monarch on the mountain once got a great opportunity from the Xianfu ruins and moved an ancient mountain to the Huizong gate. After the mountain tops and roots, visions are born, and there are often scenes of dansha like flying clouds. After refining flying sand, the immortal gathered seven colors, which is Qibao mud. There is a saying that one or two colored mud and one catty of Gu Yuqian.

Chen Pingan was a little confused. He didn't have the attention to seven-color writing when he wrote couplets. I just didn't dare to ask more, I was afraid that the cooked duck would fly away.

Wu Shuangjiang didn't explain anything. He dipped his pen in seven-color precious sand and wrote seven characters on the two spring couplets.

Wu Shuangjiang sighed gently towards the couplet, and the 14 golden dragons of the couplet, like being touched, slowly turned around and then remained still.

Poems by Su Zi, inscriptions by Wu Shuangjiang.

By the way, I took advantage of some young people around me.

Chen Ping An, who had become a second nephew for nothing, had no complaints, only that he didn't know that there was such an allusion.

Wu Shuangjiang smiled and said: "It is just as if it is to wish that the Luoposhanxia sect has been built. It can be used as the couplet hanging at the gate of the Patriarch Hall. The couplet text changes with the time, with black characters in the day and white characters at night. It’s not low. If it hangs on the gate of the Laupao Mountain, it will be enough to make the mountain gods, ghosts and sprites of the monarch Weibo and his like, stop outside the gate, and dare not go beyond half a step. But you have to promise me one thing, what When you feel that you have done something wrong, and you have mistakes that are difficult to correct, you must take off this couplet."

Chen Ping'an took a step back and saluted the Suishi Palace Master, who said with a smile that "one or two natal characters was once expected".

Wu Shuangjiang waved his hand, but put away a few seals, turned his head and smiled with the little girl in black, "Millet grains, and the rest of the office supplies on the table, are all given to you, just as the fish in return. Dried melon seeds. As for whom you transfer to give back, I don't care."

Zhou Mili hurriedly waved his hands vigorously, "If you can't use it, you don't need money for dried fish and melon seeds."

Wu Shuangjiang smiled slightly, turned and left, strode across the threshold, the millet grains rushed over and caught up with the Mr. Wu, took out two bags of dried fish from his sleeves, scratched his face, a little embarrassed, "Mr. Wu, Mr. Wu , That’s it, I’ll give it to you, don’t be too small, it’s really too small, it’s something, I’ll be a guest at my house in the future and take care of it."

Wu Shuangjiang smiled and took two bags of dried brook fish, thanked him, patted the little **** the head, and left. Wu Shuangjiang stepped out and left the entry city.

Millet grains waved his hand, stood outside the door and looked around for a long time, sighed, a little envious of Mr. Wu’s Taoism, he didn’t need to travel far away from the wind, and there was no trace after a swish. ? ! Heh, what do you want, how can the earth immortal be enough? It can't be said to be the legendary Yupu realm. Alas, the realm is so high, as high as Wei Shanjun. How many night banquets have to be hosted by Mr. Wu in his hometown? It’s no wonder that you don’t even blink your eyes when you give gifts, lavish, magnificent, and walking around the rivers and lakes. That’s the way it was. The girl who met that silly and silly girl in Yaba Lake was not bad, but she had long hair and short knowledge. Gu Yuqian can sell the big water monster of Dumb Lake.

The millet grains swaggered and walked back to the lobby table. Chen Ping'an put away the copybook and couplets, put them in the square inch objects, and smiled at the millet grains: "Ancient inkstone, green bamboo pen, Qibao mud, three things, all let Pei Qian I’ll put it away for you first."

Millet was stunned for a moment, and the little girl glanced at the objects on the table, "But I thought about how to give it away."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "You don't need to give it away, you just keep it away. When you return to Luopo Mountain, remember not to throw it away."

Millet grains said solemnly: "I planned to give them all to Mrs. Shanzhu. If Mrs. Shanzhu doesn't accept it, I'm so courageous to stick to it. Then I return home and give Qibao mud to sister Nuanshu. I like to keep accounts every day. Give the ancient inkstone to Jingqing, and then give the green bamboo pen to Wei Shanjun. Isn’t there a bamboo forest in Piyun Mountain? The old cook and Pei Qian don’t know why they don’t go, let me go there secretly. I have counted carefully how many bamboos there are. I don’t wonder if Wei Shanjun accepts a gift and is happy, he will give me a bamboo for nothing."

Ning Yao held back a smile and rubbed the head of the millet grain.

Pei Qian pretended that he didn't know anything, anyway, as long as the master asked him, he would push it all to the old cook.

Chen Ping'an was uneasy in conscience. I don’t know that millet grains were wandering in the bamboo forest at that time, and I was serious about using the index of bamboo. How did Wei Shanjun feel?

A white-haired boy probed his head at the corner of the corridor and asked: "Ancestor Hidden Officer, where is that person? Have you gone? How are you talking?"

Chen Ping'an turned his head and said, "Leaving Entry City. It's okay to chat, you don't need to act."

The white-haired boy laughed, hands on hips, shook his shoulders, and strode towards the table, "The hidden official ancestor is really invincible, so I don’t have a chance to show loyalty. Otherwise, as long as I try my best, I will definitely be able to The hermit ancestors retreat together! Pity, pity, hate things and hate things!"

Chen Pingan smiled and said, "Then I invite him back?"

The white-haired boy softened his knees, stretched out his hand to hold the tabletop, and said in a trembled voice: "I don't think this is necessary.

From the beginning to the end, it was very inexplicable. I saw Wu Shuangjiang and had a good chat with Pei Qian. It was like falling into a cloud and getting lost. Wu Shuangjiang is gone again. There is no one at all, and it is this alien monster. The realm of human beings appears in this world in a posture similar to that of a "borderless man".

Chen Pingan glanced, and said, "Go to the house and talk."

After returning to Chen Ping'an's room together, Chen Ping'an took out the copybook, "Senior should expect me to transfer it to you."

The white-haired boy nodded. It had just taken over. The two seals on the copybook, "Students of the Army and Horses, Commander Millions", and the "Students and Books of the People", a total of thirteen characters, instantly dimmed.

It looks complicated, dull and speechless.

Chen Pingan even took out the sword gourd and drank a sip of wine to suppress his shock.

The magical powers of a fourteenth-level monk were really unreasonable.

It shook its head vigorously, and soon returned to its usual look. Looking at the imaginary objects that Chen Ping'an had found in Entry City, he picked up the daffodil porcelain basin, turned it over, sneered, and threw it on the table. Pounce forward, straighten his hands, move to his side, breathe lightly into the small porcelain basin, and wipe his sleeves.

The white-haired boy carried the iron-cast three-monkey moon-fishing device with both hands, nodded slightly, and said, "If it's a real thing, it's OK."

Chen Pingan smiled and asked, "How do you tell?"

The white-haired boy said: "Every moonlit night, you can take out this thing. Just bask in the moonlight, and you can condense the moonlight, and gradually nurture a spirit similar to the flower guard. If the monk's luck is better, maybe He can also become a Sifanwei of a flower temple, in charge of a certain kind of flower fragrance. Arrange flowers in it, sweet-scented osmanthus is the best, epiphyte is the second, and peony is the second. Those spirits in the world who walk to worship the moon and make shapes together, no matter what No matter how high the realm is, you are definitely willing to pay a high price. With this thing, you can save a lot of trouble. Take the Hundred Flowers and Fortune Land, even more casually, find a blessed land flower owner, or those few life master flowers God can sell it at a sky-high price."

The white-haired boy wondered: "In this blessed land, the ancestor of the hidden official has an unheard and uninterested expression? Back then, under the grape racks of the prison inmates' monastic ground, those flower **** cups, the old hidden official Zu, but his eyes were shining, and I felt like I was a blessed land flower owner, I would begin to worry about whether my site would be three feet tall."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "As long as there is money in the world, there will be burdens."

The white-haired boy gave a cry, picked up the "Shuye" ebony paperweight, and asked, "I never thought that the ancestor of the hermit was also a luthier? It is so versatile..."

Chen Pingan put down the sword gourd in his hand and asked, "Can you write a complete Guangling cessation spectrum?"

It nodded, "How difficult is this."

Wu Shuangjiang, the lord of the Palace of Sui Chu Palace, is a well-known talent in the world of Qingming, poetry, poetry, music, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

As Wu Shuangjiang's heart demon, except for some assassin's attacking methods, Wu Shuangjiang has already set a lot of restrictions. The rest of Wu Shuangjiang will actually be able to do it.

The white-haired boy tapped his finger and wrote a complete score that had been lost in the Haoran world for a long time. Chen Ping'an copied it on paper.

It yawned and said with a puzzled face: "Ancestor of the hidden official, just so much gain?"

Chen Ping'an nodded, Pei Qian's expressionless face, just nibbling on melon seeds.

Zhou Mili waved his hand vigorously, "No, really no

Up! "

The white-haired boy chuckled and said, "Yes, there must be. Get the baby at the bottom of the box quickly,"

Zhou Mili had arms around his chest, and said with a serious face: "If so, I would ask you to eat sauerkraut fish! Is sauerkraut fish delicious? It's the worst in the world, no one likes it, since no one eats sauerkraut fish. If you ask people to eat, no one eats, then it’s gone."

Chen Pingan stretched out his hand to cover his forehead. A set of words that makes sense, it’s really hard for millet...

Ning Yao's mouth cocked.

Pei Qian glanced at Master.

Chen Pingan nodded helplessly.

Pei Qian and Zhou Mili said, "Take it out."

Millet is anxious, winks at Pei Qian, and hides her well, so why don't she confess.

Pei Qian nodded, and the little girl in black immediately ran out of the house, went to Pei Qian and her own room, turned out the scroll from the green bamboo bookcase, ran back, pursed her mouth, and lay on the table in no hurry. , Millet is just holding the scroll, with a serious face, looking at the good man mountain lord, as if saying that I really gave it, then I can’t blame me what the mountain lord’s wife will say.

Chen Ping'an glanced at his disciple Kaishan, and complained: "I have given it to you, what's there to hide."

Pei Qian smiled and nodded, then looked at the white-haired boy who was the culprit.

Chen Ping'an handed the booklet presented to Ning Yao by the beard.

After reading it casually, Ning Yao found that every opportunity was like a muzzle. The vocabulary on the booklet was like a lot of Xianjia ferry crossings. The ferry crossings had their names, but they didn't tell the visitors how to get to the ferry crossings.

The white-haired boy looked at the scroll on the table, the white jade axis head, and a small note on the outside. The handwriting was barely beautiful, and the content of the text was eloquent, saying that he wanted to teach the world's women to dress up.

After opening, it is a beautiful woman with different eyebrows, hair buns, mandarin duck eyebrows, cloud blowing, fainting, flying fairy, spiritual snake, anti-string, and text annotations, a total of 24 beauties with white hair The boy looked at them one by one and was amazed, uttering endlessly: "Well, the spring mountain is small, and it can lift the head of the cloud... the moon palace axe mark is repaired and it is missing before it is listed on the eyebrows of the beautiful... ...Mother, this sentence is better, this sentence is the most wonderful, turn around and see Lang spin down the curtain, Lang wants to hug, Nong Ruoyan..."

The white-haired boy raised his head and said solemnly: "Since the hermit ancestor is proficient in seal cutting, it is better to copy all kinds of eyebrow prints on the letter paper. From now on, the whole world will be abundance. We need to use the stationery produced by our Luopo Mountain! To answer the sentence "Wan Li Langjun sees eyebrow marks, he is like meeting again before a flower", I think it is feasible, it is definitely possible, and absolutely money is coming!"

Chen Pingan gave a reward, "Get out!"

Zhu Lian or Mi Yu should do this kind of ignorant powder money.

The white-haired boy was injured, chilling the hearts of the soldiers.

Picking up the last bundle of ruined plum branches, it weighed it a few times, and said in doubt: "His official ancestor, what the hell?! Are we really picking up the tatters?"

Chen Pingan threw the booklet to the white-haired boy. It turned to that page of the plum branch entry and found that there seemed to be two veins, each with a chance, and you could choose one. One of the clues is what Shangyang Palace, Mei Jing, "Zhaonan Chapter", Jiang Langzhong, Longchi Drunkard, Zhulu.

The other one is the bookstore, the corpse, the hot guest in the world, the boneless flower, and the duckweed.

The white-haired boy looked big for a while. After all, it came from the Qingming world. When he saw this, he was completely blinded. He closed the pamphlet and said awe-inspiringly: "The hidden official ancestor, why are you doing this? It's better to grab it? If you catch someone upright, it's okay, the hermit ancestor will just slip away and leave me behind, beating or scolding, slashing or slashing, and the small one will bear it!"

Ning Yao asked curiously: "What do you say about this bunch of plum branches?"

Chen Ping'an explained with a smile: "Shangyang Palace, the Mei Jing nickname refers to a concubine. She has a younger brother named Jiang Caiqin, who has been practicing medicine in the family for generations. As for the drunkard of Longchi, it means that one is drunk. Awakening the different thoughts of the two princes, anyway, the chance to succeed in the end is mostly a certain gift from the flower **** of the Baihuafudi, or it is related to the lady who hangs upside down the mountain plum garden, so Meaningless.

"But there is another clue, I am very interested, because I have selfishness. If I guess correctly, I go to the Mustard Seed Garden Bookstore in Entry City first, because Li Shilang is good at making plum windows. In the article on "The Room Department", Li Juro even referred to this as the "best in life and production", so next I am afraid I need to buy a first edition of "Picture Biography" as a bridge to find the bookseller Wang Gui, and this person once had a " The nickname of “Wang Anjie, the Hot Guest in the World”, was able to get on the line with this man’s brother Wang Lun. This man was originally named Wang Shi, who was good at treating seals and painting boneless flowers, so this would involve an old gentleman I admired extremely. Now, I am good at painting plum blossoms, the best in the world, and I happen to be the owner of the plum blossom house and the small boat duckweed restaurant. Not only that, but it is said that this old gentleman is the first person in the world to engrave a stone seal. I have such a rare opportunity. How can I miss it? I must visit the old man. If there is any chance, I can exchange it with the old man for a seal."

At this point, Chen Ping'an was full of vigor, just like the first time he heard the name "Li Shilang".

Just like Jiang Shangzhen, there will be people who want to see on the night cruise. It is the rain and the wind is green, the flower is on the shoulder, the cup is deep and the amber is thick, it is only two years and three years. Du Negative Dongjun, that person is thinner than Huang Hua.

Chen Pingan actually wants to visit the sages and ancients in the book, and more.

Ning Yao is accustomed to Chen Pingan's puzzle solving skills.

Just talk about how Chen Ping’an’s elders came from, that’s how they came.

Pei Qian is even more righteous.

Zhou Mili heard it vaguely anyway, as long as the good people do not fight poems with others, they are great!

Only the alien demon, who heard this series of "here and there", "following the vines", and "walking through the door" was stunned, and exclaimed from the bottom of his heart: "The hidden official ancestor, this night ship, You should be the owner of the ship at the helm!"

Chen Ping'an shook his head and said, "It's too far. It's just a two-legged bookcase."

It is not that he is arrogant, it is true. The night ship is the entry city, which has already made Chen Ping'an amazed. If it wasn't that friends and enemies were difficult to distinguish, and something was going on, Chen Ping'an really wouldn't mind walking around the twelve cities one by one on this ferry, even if it took three or two years.

The white-haired boy rubbed his hands, his eyes gleaming, "It's done, and there is an ancestor of the hidden official who is here to point me to the maze, plus I can help the dog and horse, this ferry's fairy family has the opportunity to survive? "

Chen Ping'an said, "I still have business to do, so I won't earn any chance except plum sticks."

The white-haired boy beat his chest with both hands, "Is this still the ancestor of the hidden official with no eyes and eyes open for money I know?"

Chen Ping’an said: “I want to ask for a seal with Wang Yuanzhang. I have thought about the seal, so I’ll write ‘Clean Qi is full of heaven and earth, scattered for thousands of miles of spring’!”

After a moment of silence, Chen Pingan took a sip of wine and said softly: "If you can ask for seals from both parties, of course it would be better. The seal will say "Wandering on the Road"."

The white-haired boy clapped his hands and applauded: "The seal is excellent! The ancestor of the hidden official has unparalleled literary talent..."

Chen Ping'an squinted, "It's from the old gentleman's poem, I just copied it."

The white-haired boy raised his arms and shouted, "The hidden official ancestor, his memory is invincible, he moved the book mountain with one punch, and the Wenhai with his foot, the world is number one, so people dare not claim to be second because the location is too close to the hidden official ancestor. , So I only dare to call it third!"

Anyway, as long as you have a clear conscience, there will be no embarrassing flattery in the world.

Chen Ping'an suddenly said: "According to the deduction of Palace Master Wu, I might go to the Zhongtu Confucian Temple at a certain moment, when to go and when, how to go and how to go back, it is hard to say now."

Suddenly, the white-haired boy sat down on the bench sickly, wiping the tabletop repeatedly with one palm.

Ning Yao said, "I have me here in Peiqian Millet Grains."

Chen Pingan smiled and said, "Then solve the mystery?"

Millet jumped off the bench, "Telling!"

The group packed up their luggage and left the inn to follow the clues. As Chen Ping'an said, they went all the way to the vines. It was not bad as previously expected. It was time to buy, buy, and chat. Finally, in a mysterious landscape of plum blossoms and thousands of trees, Chen Ping'an used it. A chance that was supposed to win a fairy family plum tree was only exchanged with the old master Wang Yuanzhang for two seals. I never thought that the old gentleman finally stroked his beard and smiled. He also gave two plum blossom pictures, one ink plum and one white plum. , And the content of the seals of the two seals that Chen Pingan requested came from the poem on the scroll.

After Chen Ping'an took the picture, he thanked again.

Remembering something, Chen Ping’an said: “The younger generation heard that there was a Sword Immortal in Tongyezhou, Daxue Mountaineering, and said something similar to what the older generation had in the history books. He has heard of it from all over the family, but the sword immortal is at the end. Added the phrase'the most suitable sword', so this sword fairy should also admire seniors very much."

The old man smiled and said, "It's that'the heavens and the earth are made of white jade, making people daring and clear, so they want to go to immortality' right?

Chen Pingan held the scroll and nodded gently.

The old man asked: "A sword immortal who speaks so much with the world, is in Tongyezhou again, so surely he is no longer alive?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "He has died in battle."

That sword immortal was Fu Lingqing, the Sect Master of Tongye.

The old man asked Chen Pingan to wait for a while, and finally gave Chen Pingan two seals, which were engraved by wind and snow for fun.

Chen Pingan scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

The old man smiled and said, "Although I still don't know who you are, I hope that there will be more young people like you in the world today."

Pointing elsewhere, the old gentleman said sternly: "Remember not to learn from Shao Baojuan of the City of Appearance. It seems like a gentleman who has been a gentleman for many years, just waiting to be a bad person, and then never looking back. It is a shame."

After leaving this secret realm, Chen Ping’an used the piano scores written by the white-haired boy in exchange for the customs clearance of the three cities with Entry City. In general, for a certain knowledge, the exchange for the two cities is already the limit. This "Guangling Zhixi Pu" is extremely important. At first, the white-haired boy was a little proud, walking outside the shop, but after learning that there were twelve cities on the night ship, he immediately started jumping and cursing. The millet grains quickly hugged this young age and his hair became gray. The short winter melon, the white-haired boy still cursed, flying towards the shop, and the millet grains leaned back and swayed, and finally ensured that the two would not fall. After the white-haired boy finished cursing, his feet fell on the ground. Turned around and patted the shoulder of the millet grain, "Being faithful to learn from, and good at escorting you, I will reward you with a few good things."

The millet grains didn't take it seriously, just grinned and said, "I seemed to be drunk and punching."

The white-haired boy gestured their heads and shook his head, "Millet grains, every time I talk to you, if I don’t lower my head vigorously, I won’t see your person. How can this work? I will invite our patriarchs Help you build a small bench, you have to stand and talk to me."

Millet frowned and stood on tiptoe secretly. It turned out that the white-haired boy seemed to be taller. Looking down, the white-haired boy immediately put his toes away. When the millet grain suddenly raised its head, it instantly lifted its toe. The millet retreated a few steps. The white-haired boy turned and left with his hands folded.

I went to Chuigong City first and saw

Chen Ping An helped Cui Dongshan talk to the old master who carried the lantern at night to write the list.

On the road, Xiao Mi Li asked in a low voice: "Pei Qian Pei Qian, Li Huai said you are a subjugated princess living among the people. Can you find your father here?"

Pei Qian didn't say anything.

Millet continued to ask, "Do you want me to help? I can find someone very good, and I have the ability to patrol the mountains."

Pei Qian knocked down a small chestnut. After hitting Zhou Mili with his hands holding his head, he immediately understood that he could not find it. He sprinkled salt on Pei Qian’s wound by himself, and indeed owed it.

They were still on the bank of the big river during the dry season, revealing the underwater cliff carvings, Peize the common people, deep in the Dragon Palace.

In a wine shop, I met a young man who claimed to be a young master who was about to write on the wall with a pen. There was also a young man who was a little absent-minded, just mumbling to himself, asking where the sword is. Outside the shop, passing by a tall man with greasy oozing in his arms, he looked at a lively girl in the distance with his toes and lightly spinning skirt, with thin eyebrows. Men think it will be her this year. Not in vain, I read a vast book of 440,000 words, and there are Yan Ruyu inside and outside the book.

The white-haired boy who was clapping the table with both hands and shouting for a good drink immediately shut up.

Chen Pingan stood up suddenly, went outside the wine shop, and looked up at the sky.

At the lotus pond in Appearance City, the two people who visited Sense City first, broke the ban on the landscape, and came here directly.

Wu Shuangjiang, there was the young shopkeeper of the Crane Inn hanging upside down beside him.

In the pavilion, the criminal officer sat alone.

The protégé Du Shanyin and the maidservant Ji Qing are not here.

It seems that the sword fairy is waiting for the fourteenth realm great monk who is exempt from the palace.

Wu Shuangjiang smiled and said, "Xiao Bai, you go elsewhere."

Bai Luo, the guardian of the Sui Palace, smiled and nodded, "Sir, criminal officer doesn't have so many small worlds. He helps you cover the fourteen realms."

Wu Shuangjiang said: "It's just a criminal officer, not a hidden officer, and you don't need fourteen realms."

After Bai Luo left.

After Wu Shuangjiang lost his hands, he stepped forward slowly, and the four imitation swords came out of their sleeves together, and smiled: "The flowers bloom in the cage."

A caged bird imitates the magical power of a sword, a Jing Zhongyue imitates the magical power of a sword, and the mantra of the word "Flower" is used in it.

In the world, all are Wu Shuangjiang, all are imitation swords.

As for why this fight was to be fought today, the reason is very simple. Wu Shuangjiang's Taoist companion, on the prison side of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, seems to be often chased by the criminal officer with a flying sword.

After a while.

The night ship was divided into two by Jianguang.

At the same time, Chen Pingan's heart sounded a voice, "Can you come to the Confucian Temple?"

Chen Pingan asked tentatively: "But the saint of rites?"

After getting the affirmative answer, Chen Ping'an said: "There is a saint of labor."

At the beginning, after leaving the Confucian Temple Square, Aliang seemed to travel far away from Hong Kong, but in fact he sneaked to the Gongde Lin, a ban, and said to the saint sage, he didn’t have a closed door at all, but in the end he had to honestly take a fortune. In exchange, I saw the big-bearded ranger, saying it was a forbidden area, there were no formation restrictions, and even unattended, it was just a broken secret, with beautiful mountains and clear waters, Liu Cha was squatting by the water, fishing with a pole.

Aliang came to Liu Cha and was silent. Liu Cha did not speak either. Aliang sighed, shook his head, and moved behind Liu Cha. He kicked the sword repairer’s **** with great strength. Not too small, Liu Cha has to make a forward pounce, but he still holds the pole in one hand and supports the ground with one hand, so that he won't fall a dog and eat shit. He squatted well again. There was no change in expression on the man's face.

Aliang Golden Rooster is independent, with one leg raised, rubbing the instep, complaining endlessly, saying how there can be such a hard as iron under the world.

Jumping on one foot, he came to Liu Cha, landed on his butt, sat cross-legged, twisted a weed, dusted the soil, held it in his mouth, slowly chewed the root of the grass, and said vaguely: "Brother Liu, the Confucian Temple What does Bian say?"

Liu Cha said: "The saint of rites just asked me to stay here, there is no other statement."

"It's amazing to be able to hand the sword with Bai Ye."

"The defeated general dare not speak up."

In Jin Jiazhou, there used to be that glorious scene, but there was only one scroll repeatedly, it was the scene where Liu Chajian cuts the white.

The person who is good is engraved by the mountain magic, so every time you open the picture scroll, wait until the big bearded swordsman shows up, before handing out the sword, it is inevitable that there will be bystanders calling his name, Liu Cha!

Over time, "Liu Cha", which was originally just the name, gradually evolved into a saying full of surprises, similar to a mantra, two words and one saying can cover many meanings.

As for Liu Cha's own swordsmanship, especially his poems, it is far inferior to this name, so thunderous, even now in the Middle-earth Shenzhou, the word Liu Cha has a trend that women and children under the mountain are well-known.

At this moment, Aliang held his head in both hands, leaned back, and said softly: "If I knew there was such a stubbornness, I would just do it on the Great Wall of Jianqi-die."

But it was not that Liu Chajian cut the white, but returned to the ruins and was stopped by Chen Chun'an.

And Chen Chunan, an ethical scholar, is very close to A Liang. Of course, the matter of congeniality may just be that of Aliang himself.

Liu Cha said, "Don't put life changing so nicely."

Catching and fighting with Aliang is almost the end of a life change.

A Liang lifted his legs and swayed lightly, "In my life, there are three good buddies, all of whom are difficult brothers. One is an old scholar, who is full of talents and cannot show his reputation."

"One is Chen Pingan, one is standing at the top of the city, and the other is lying under the mountain. They can only look at each other from a distance, showing pity for the same illness."

"It's you again. We both fell from the fourteenth stage."

Liu Cha said, "Done?"

A Liang said, "You control me?"

Liu Cha stopped speaking and continued fishing.

After taking a nap, Al Liang got up and said that he would come here to drink again when he was free next time.

The man spread his hands and whirled away, still using the ladders and clouds on the rivers and lakes, his legs tumbling endlessly.

Liu Cha glanced at him, wondering if this guy is in the sub-holy mansion, is it possible that this is also a bird?

A sect in the Middle-earth Shenzhou, a certain Yupu realm that had been cut half to death by Qi Tingji's sword, had just been closed for recuperation, and it took a few days after leaving the gate to participate in a meeting in the Patriarch Hall.

There was a masked man with only a pair of thieves and eyes. In broad daylight, he broke through the formation of the mountain gate and landed on the square outside the Patriarch Hall. He made a posture of dantian anger, then put his hands on his forehead, stroked his hair back, and called the name of the Patriarch of Yupujing. Several times, and then ask aloud where the person is.

Suddenly, there was a young and promising Patriarch Hall enshrined. He didn’t notice the crowd at all. He seemed to want to talk but held back the weird look. He stepped forward and stepped across the threshold of Patriarch Hall. The man with the face angrily rebuked: "Where is the rat, dare to break into this place?!"

The masked man's eyes rolled around, and he was winking with a fairy who was hovering in the air in the distance.

A masked man with a short head clenched his fist, raised his arm, and gently waved back. The Yupu realm at the entrance of the Patriarch Hall behind him seemed to have suffered a heavy hammer on his forehead, fainted on the spot, and fell straight back to the ground. , The waist leans on the threshold, and the body is like an arch bridge.

Inside the ancestral hall, from the lord to the palm of the law to the worship of the guest, everyone held their breath, most of them didn't even get up. There were a few unkind ones who simply turned around and chatted with friends nearby to show their innocence.

That guy had been here. Not the first time.

After that, the old ancestor of the Jade Profound Realm, the room leaked in the night rain, and the end was a bit pitiful and terrible.

Middle-earth Shenzhou, the mysterious dynasty,

A rich man is admiring the chess game in the pavilion.

Suddenly showing a guy behind his back, strangling his neck,

The rich man coughed, couldn't speak, slapped that arm hard,

The old man had a very rich, round face, his face turned pale again, and there was already a sign of rolling his eyes, the man let go, and Yu Panshui gasped, his mother knows who is here, there is no one in the world. Do this kind of wicked deeds.

Never thought that the man strangled the old man's neck again, and cursed: "Fatty Yu, what's the matter with you? When I saw a good brother, I didn't have a smiley face. I didn't even say hello, ah?! I just said, it must be. Someone in my hometown secretly hacks grass every day, cursing me for not being able to return to my hometown, good fellow, it's you?!"

After saying a word and raising his arm, the old man had to stand on tiptoe, looking like a hanged ghost. It's not that the old man pretended to be pitiful. The ugly man behind him was really cruel.

Yu Panshui was forced to get out of his body and stood beside the man, stomped his feet vigorously, clapped his hands, oops, a few small steps, and leaned in to rub his shoulders and knock on the back of the man, "It turned out to be Al Liang. Brother, I haven’t seen it in a few years. This tendon is so strong that it’s lawless. Tsk tusk, it’s worth seeing the fourteenth realm of sword repair, but it’s nothing at all realms, to brother Aliang. , The main thing is this masculine body. The last time I met, I had already reached the top. Unexpectedly, this can be a great improvement. I admire, really admire! Covet, really covet!"

Only then did Al Liang let go of his hand and pushed the Yinshen head to return to his true body.

Sitting on the bench in the pavilion, spreading his hands on the railing, raised Erlang's legs, exhaled a long breath, and cast a wink at Yu Panshui.

Yu Panshui's heart understood, and in the pavilion with a wooden wild fox plaque hanging, a blue smoke was immediately swept out and drifted here, and finally a gorgeous woman was condensed. She gave a blessing and smiled with the man: "See you Mr. Guo."

Aliang jumped up, stretched out his hand and wiped his temples vigorously.

Yu Panshui regretted eating and drinking too much today.

A Liang waved his hand and said, "Fatty Yu, wipe your **** yourself."

Yu Panshui pretended to be silly, and A Liang smiled and said, "You call yourself A good!"

In the Xuan Mi dynasty, there was a well-known head of the Shanxia Academy, who was praised by many scholars of the Middle-earth Shenzhou as a literary courage.

After returning to Yu Panshui, Aliang left in a hurry, and said, "Yu Panshui, you dare to be brave!"

Yu Panshui sighed.

After Aliang left here.

I found an old immortal who had grown old, who was still an old acquaintance.

The old immortal sneered: "Say a few words, it's illegal? You scold you when you scold you, you beat you when you hit, and I lose if you fight back."

I met an old rascal who was not stingy.

A Liang yelled, grief-stricken and said: "Good, bully me at a low level, so you have to ask me a punch, right? You can't kill, you can't be beaten to death by you, and you won't be immune to this bird today. gas."

The voice was so loud that it spread all over the peaks of the sect. Then Aliang grabbed the guy's hair, tucked his head under his armpit, and smashed his head on the head.

In the end, he closed his fist and put on an angry dantian, refreshed, and his mother's victory added another.