The bamboo forest is like a forest, and there are huts.

Facing the two sides, at the door of a thatched hut, is the great disciple of the female Valkyrie of the Daduan Dynasty, Ma Zhuoxian.

The visitor man, with a slender figure, a blue shirt and a long coat, wearing cloth shoes, stands in the bamboo forest.

From the two huts elsewhere, two women walked out separately. Their faces were young, but their real age was not that young. They were Ma Zhuoxian’s two younger sisters, one was born in the top-end tycoon Yun Chuang Dou, and the other Yamazawa Ye Xiu was born. He turned into a pure martial artist and joined the army. In the end, in a tragic battle, he was accepted as a disciple from the national teacher Pei Cup, who presided over the war. .

Dou Fenxia, ​​with her head pierced in a snake bun, leaned on a green bamboo, with a lazy mood and a plump body. At this moment, she squinted and smiled, carefully looking at the man in the green shirt who was bad.

Just before she stopped, she bent down and picked up a few stones and a few bamboo leaves from the ground. Leaning on a green bamboo, she lifted her toes and poke lightly on the ground.

Not far away, the younger sister Liao Qingai, because she had been involved in spiritual practice and entered the cave realm early, so even if she was half a hundred years old, she was still a girl with a very thin waist and a long sword.

These three fellows, Ma Zhuxian, as the big brothers, are on the top of the mountain.

Dou Fenxia and Liao Qingai are both pure martial arts with the bottleneck of far travel.

The three pure martial artists all hope to be among the ten.

Therefore, in the eyes of the outside world, if there are five martial arts of ten realms at the same time in the future, the martial arts of the Daduan dynasty will be prosperous.

The breeze passed through the bamboo forest, the green shirt in the distance, the hair on the temples was slightly fluttering, the sleeves swayed gently, and the clouds and water rippled.

In a daze, this person seemed to be in the secluded mysterious realm where the heavens and the man are one.

This scene of the Qing Ling scroll is really eye-catching, and Dou Fenxia is so glamorous to see, a young hermit who has never seen her name for a long time, it is no wonder that when she was a teenager, she was able to play three games on the city with her little brother.

However, Liao Qing'ai had a frosty face and didn't have any good feelings about this person. He couldn't beat the junior, so he took advantage of Cao Ci's participation in the Confucian Temple discussion to find the senior's trouble? What's this?

Ma Zhuxian smiled and asked, "Chen Ping An, did you find the wrong person? When did Ma become so famous? If you just want to ask for fist and learn from each other, and practice martial arts, are there other seniors? It seems it is not my turn."

Chen Ping'an shook his head and said, "I didn't find the wrong person, just looking for you. Unless you are not Ma Zhuxian."

When the great master standing on the top of the martial arts mountain around the temple below, the light and the dark are added together, about the number of hands.

Middle-earth Zhang Tiaoxia, Baopingzhou Song Changjing, Beiju Luzhou Wang Fuyu, Tongyezhou Wu Tan, Ai Aizhou Pei Axiang... are all ten-level martial artists of Quangao Yizhou.

Although Ma Zhuoxian has always been arrogant, he doesn't have his eyes higher than the top, and feels that he can now compare with these predecessors.

Among the ten young people in the world previously selected, the hidden official in front of him is the eleventh, with his dual identities as the Nine Realm Warrior and Yuan Ying Jianxiu, occupying a place.

It's just that Ma Zhuxian learned from the master and the younger brother that Chen Ping'an had actually already reached the tenth realm on Tongyezhou.

Therefore, Chen Ping'an visited the house today, and asked him about his posture, which is equivalent to asking nine states from ten states. It is absolutely unreasonable and it is not honorable to win.

Of course, Chen Pingan really insisted on asking punches, and Ma Zhuoxian didn't mind receiving punches either.

Ma Zhuxian is a great warrior, and even a battle-field general who has emerged from the ranks. He now commands an elite frontier army of up to 200,000 people.

So Ma Zhuoxian was too lazy to think, and asked with a smile, "How to ask?"

"Give you two choices. If you lose a punch, first apologize and admit your mistake, and then return something."

Chen Ping’an said: “If you lose a punch, you will fall into the realm. There is no hope for ten realms in this life. Later, I will ask Pei Cup for a punch and retrieve that thing.”

Ma Zhuoxian was confused when he heard it. What is this all about? What apology, who admits wrong? What to return? There is no intersection between him and Chen Pingan.

Dou Fenxiayan smiled, clenched the stone in her hand, raised the back of her hand, and pressed her lips, feeling that this young hidden official was a little bit cute and aggressive.

Liao Qing'ai said coldly: "Chen Pingan, this is not a place where you can go wild!"

Chen Ping placed it on deaf ears, but stretched out a palm towards Ma Zhuoxian, indicating that the opponent can punch first.

The grievances and grievances are clear. When I visited today, I only asked Ma Zhuxian about the boxing. I wanted to use the principles that Ma Zhuxian was good at, and use his own way to treat his body in the martial arts.

Naturally, it has nothing to do with the Daduan dynasty, with the pair of masters and disciples like Pei Cup and Cao Ci, and with the two female martial artists Dou and Liao. But if someone must blend in with it, Chen Ping'an would make sense together.

Liao Qing'ai turned her head to look at one place suddenly, with a displeased face, even the monks on the mountain dared to watch the mountains and rivers from the distance.

At the same time, Dou Fenxia smiled and raised her hand. There was a bamboo leaf at her fingertip, and it disappeared in a flash. The bamboo leaf was like a pocket flying sword, pulling a straight line, and the green bamboo leaf finally hovered somewhere, like a sword repairing a sword.

An immortal monk who performed magical powers in the Immortal Mansion of Aotou Mountain had to take his palms and withdraw his magical powers. In the mansion, the fairy shook his head and smiled bitterly. He was a royal worship in the Daduan Dynasty. For the disciples of the National Teacher Pei Cup, I will protect the shortcomings. The three martial arts masters at the bamboo hut may not know the roots and feet of the fist side at the moment, but the immortal Daduan has seen the beginning and the end of the storm in Yuanyangzhu, and knows how powerful the sword fairy is.

And the reason for the immortal's wry smile is that the sword immortal in the Qingshan sword is in the bamboo forest. That kind of demeanor, really familiar, is actually the Yunshui body of the immortal Yunya in the Jiuzhen Immortal Pavilion. Similar in shape.

But in fact, although the Ma Zhuxian and Chen Pingan were the first to meet each other, they were not ignorant of the last hermit of the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

When he was a teenager, Chen Ping'an met Cao Ci, who practiced boxing at Jianqi Great Wall, and had three battles and three losses. Moreover, Chen Ping’an later collected a large disciple of the mountain, a young woman named Pei Qian, who went to the Daduan dynasty during a solo tour of the Central-Earth Continent, found Cao Ci, asked her own registration number, and won four games. There is no suspense about the burden, but Pei Cup admires this Wufu from a foreign country with the same surname. During the period when Pei Qian was recuperating at the National Teacher’s Office, even Pei Qian’s daily medicinal meals were prepared by Pei Cup himself. Recipe.

Dou Fenxia smiled charmingly, and asked: "Master Chen, can I discuss with you, before you fight Ma Zhuxian, let me ask you a half-and-half trick. It's not serious. Ask a punch."

Ma Zhuoxian reprimanded: "Sister Dou, don't mess around!"

However, Dou Fenxia had already moved several steps horizontally, and three stones were thrown out quickly, and a few more bamboo leaves were like flying swords, and went straight to the green shirt.

She stretched out her hand to press on the green bamboo beside her, the bamboo leaves rustled and fell one after another, a large group of emerald green bamboo leaves gathered in the air, condensed into a large group of green color, as if offering hundreds of flying swords.

Chen Ping'an waved his sleeve with his left hand, and scattered the stones and bamboo leaves that were coming to his face. Then he lifted his right hand, brought his fingers together, and gently pointed, Dou Fenxia's brows were awe-inspiring, as if there was a strong sword aura. It was a mustard seed, gently pressed against her eyebrows, like a visitor standing at the door without knocking, Dou Fenxia's entire white face was slightly puffed away, and the snake bun on her head quietly loosened.

She didn't dare to make any movements anymore. The bamboo leaves that had lost the spirit of a martial artist and supported by pure innocence slammed apart. Many of them fell between her hair and shoulders. She stomped her foot, revealing the shy appearance of a girl, and complained: "Sure enough, there is no fight at all."

Dou Fenxia patted her palms, and she patted the stones and bamboo leaves that had previously been broken by Chen Ping's sleeve and disappeared.

Chen Ping'an knew that this Dou Fenxia was a knife hunter who deliberately revealed his identity. This martial art is a pure martial artist, but it can naturally defeat the martial artist through secret methods. When a fighter from the same realm meets her, it is like a qi-trainer encountering a sword repair, extremely difficult, and the chance of winning is extremely small. It's just that the sword hunter has a line of martial arts. It seems that I only heard that there are many in the Qingming world, but Haoran has rarely done anything here.

It's a pity that even student Cui Dongshan knew nothing about this technique of catching the sword, so Chen Ping'an learned a little bit of fur, and he could only use it to scare and frighten people. In the face of life and death, there was absolutely no chance to use it.

Dou Fenxia smiled, still looking at the calm and relaxed green shirt guest, secretly gathered the sound into a line, and reminded Ma Zhuxian: "Brother, I guessed it. Apart from being a sword repairman, Chen Ping An is still deep. The hidden knife hunter can be regarded as my colleague. In the next questioning punch, the senior must be careful. You can't be too careful."

Ma Zhuoxian didn't appreciate it. It was just a questioning fist, conceited in life and death, Dou Fenxia calculated the opponent like this, and lost more uselessly. It was not just that she was inferior in skill, so she replied with Junior Sister: "Junior sister doesn't have to spend so much thought. "

Dou Fenxia's expression was complacent, as if it was the young hidden official who was flirting with each other, but the words with the senior brother were angry, "When you look at the other party, you are not a good stubborn. You will be asked by a ten-level martial artist. What face do you want? For the face, you are the most squeamish old man! If I am you, the three of them will bore him together!"

Chen Ping'an smiled.

I roughly guessed Dou Fenxia's thoughts, but he didn't explain it face to face.

Ma Zhuxian began to move forward slowly, and the other party came to the door. As the perfect martial artist of the nine realms who was only half a step away from the top of the mountain, and the big disciple of the master in name, there was no reason not to receive the fist.

Pei Bei originally intended to accept only one disciple in this life, that is Cao Ci.

It was because the war ended a few years ago. The emperor of the Daduan Dynasty asked Pei Cup to ask for something. He said that he was an old man who likes to read Jianghu Romance novels the most. He is his own Jianghu, and Pei who is still very young. Girl, please.

Let the rivers and lakes after Daduan Dynasty be more lively

, There are more masters, what are the four great masters, and what are the top ten masters?

Pei Cup agreed.

So now Pei Cup has four progeny in name, the big disciples Ma Zhuoxian, Dou Fenxia, ​​Liao Qingai, and the closed disciple Cao Ci.

Internally, the three except Cao Ci are actually just anonymous disciples of Pei Cup. Cao Ci is still the big disciple of the mountain and the disciple of the closed door.

Externally, because Cao Ci was the youngest, he became the younger brother of Ma Zhuoxian.

Cao Ci didn't care about this matter, but the three senior brothers and sisters, including Ma Zhuoxian, knew that only when they reached the tenth realm would they have the opportunity to be truly regarded as a succession by the master.

Chen Ping'an always stood in place, only gently rolling up his two sleeves.

Ma Zhuxian sank slightly, and there was a slight collapse in the mud under his feet, and his figure instantly left the place. Ma Zhuxian was full of fists, and the large bamboo forest surrounded by the green shirt fell backward at the same time. Thousands of bamboo poles bend a huge arc.

Chen Ping'an remained motionless, pressed his palm against the opponent's elbow, slid back a few steps, handed it out with the other, tilted upwards, supported Ma Zhuxian's chin, and suddenly exerted force.

Ma Zhuoxian suddenly turned his head, avoiding Chen Pingan’s seemingly understatement, but it was extremely fierce. He bends his knees and twists his waist and shoulders, his body sinks, his body rotates, one leg swept, and then no green shirt was seen. Only a large piece of green bamboo was cut off by the waist. Ma Zhuxian stood in the clearing, wearing a green shirt in the distance, falling on the top of a broken bamboo, making a fist with one hand, and after the other, with a smile, he smiled and said, "I like to make a fist? Just being older. , It's not a high level, you don't need to be so polite."

Dou Fenxia narrowed her eyes and replaced her with herself. She must have been able to hide from the young hidden official just now. She was hit hard, and it is estimated that the punches will have ended, and she will be obediently recovering for another month.

Ma Zhuxian kept silent, took a deep breath, and opened a fist frame, with a bow full of the moon, with this nine-level martial artist as the center, and the bamboo forest around him bowed his head, instantly bending down the pole body, and the sound of breaking. Unstoppable.

It turned out to be a boxing technique that draws the aura of heaven and earth and then refines it into a mouthful of pure true energy? How is such a martial artist different from a refiner? Playing against a gas trainer is not equivalent to sitting in an impossible place by nature?

Ma Zhuoxian passed away in a flash, Dou Fenxia and Liao Qingai were unable to capture the trace of the big brother.

I only heard the fists from both sides, like a string of spring thunder blowing in the bamboo forest. The next moment, it was Ma Zhuoxian's turn to stand where the blue shirt was standing, and the arm that threw the fist trembled slightly, with blood oozing out. Sleeves.

The vision of the two women Wufu was farther away. The man stood on a green bamboo pole that seemed to be nodding to the ground. With his hands folded, he was condescending, still seeing only Ma Zhuxian in his eyes. He smiled and asked, "I still want to make a fist. When I am a friend from afar?"

Liao Qingai said solemnly: "If you ask for a fist, ask for a fist. Use words to humiliate others. You are also worthy to be a master?!"

Chen Ping'an nodded, "It makes sense, it sounds a lot like that."

There is an old man in Aquarius, with a standing sword and a yellow bamboo scabbard. Every time he walks in the rivers and lakes, he flips through the old almanac before going out.

As a result, the old man once was at home and was visited by a Takeshi from Bezhou to buy a scabbard. If he didn't sell it, he died. He had to take the two lives of his grandson and daughter-in-law.

Probably from that day on, the old man no longer had the world in his heart, and he began to obey the old, unable to read the old almanac.

Why, I, Chen Ping An, just chatted with you a few words today, and thought I was not worthy of being a martial artist?

Ma Zhuoxian thought of the young hermit, who was from Ao Ping Zhou, and suddenly remembered something, and asked tentatively: "What is the relationship between you and an old man named Song in Sushui State?"

Finally remembered.

Chen Pingan narrowed his eyes and slowly said, "What's the relationship? The relationship between senior and junior. Senior Song taught me a sword skill."

A sword goes, a thousand troops make a change.

It is connected to the Great Wall of Jianqi and the main road.

Chen Pingan moved a step sideways, stepped off the bamboo pole, and touched the ground with his feet. A green bamboo beside him instantly straightened, and the bamboo leaves swayed violently.

Chen Pingan asked, "Have you forgotten the old man's name?"

Ma Zhuxian sneered and said, "So that's it. Yes, I can't remember the name of the old guy."

Remember the old martial artist in that Zhuangzi, is it the sixth or seventh martial artist?

For the small country of Aquarius, it is probably the great master of a country's leaders? Ma Zhuoxian only vaguely remembered that the other party didn’t know good and bad at first, was low-level, and courageous, and determined not to sell the scabbard. A pair of young men and women in Zhuangzi seemed to be the younger generations of the old man, and they had to spare their lives. In the end, the old man probably thought that in order to make a scabbard, it was not worthwhile to make a home and destroy, so he obediently handed over the scabbard.

Chen Ping'an frowned slightly.

Because that weird riverside meeting seemed to be over. All fourteen realm great monks have returned to the bank of the long river of time.

Ma Zhuxian seized this fleeting opportunity and came to Chen Ping'an in an instant, quietly handing the most perfect punch to the birth of Pingquan.

Chen Ping'an stretched out his hand, grabbed Ma Zhuxian's punch, and gently pushed it away. The first time he took the initiative to punch, it was the god-man beating drum style.

A punch was settled, and Ma Zhuxian's burly figure retreated ten feet straight, above the line, smashed countless green bamboos, fisted together, and Ma Zhuxian retreated and then retreated without the power to parry.

Dou Fenxia's face is pale, is it true that the senior is going to be knocked down by this person?

Wufu's fall is a rare event, and the aftereffects are more terrifying than the fall of the Qi Qi practitioner on the mountain.

Liao Qingai was about to take a step subconsciously to interrupt the continuous force of the punch, but she still suppressed the idea of ​​punching, and watched her brother being punched by that blue shirt.

Wufu Wenquan has the rules of Wenquan, which is even greater than victory or life and death.

Dou Fenxia didn't really believe one thing until this moment.

Chen Ping'an, now may be really qualified to compete with Cao Ciwenquan.

Senior brother Ma Zhuxian once said that there are countless martial artists in the world, but only junior brother Cao Ci, before reaching the tenth realm, can completely crush the opponent when fighting in the same realm of any realm, and want to win with a few punches. , It only takes a few punches.

When that little junior brother Cao Ci reached the tenth realm, dealing with any nine-stage martial artist in the world, no matter what his aptitude, as long as he wanted to tell the victory or defeat, it was only a matter of one punch, and there was absolutely no need to pass a second punch.

When the young woman came to Da Duan to ask the boxing, Cao Ci's attitude towards her was more like treating Yu Yufu at the battlefield site of Jinjiazhou in his early years.

However, Pei Qian did behave surprisingly. In those few fist games, although Cao Ci was a bit similar to handicap, and deliberately suppressed the situation, Cao Ci was extremely serious every time he punched from start to finish. Especially during the third round of questioning, Cao Ci accidentally hit the opponent twice.

So much so that after the questioning fist, Pei Qian, who lost the fist, fainted, but still leaned back against the wall, not letting himself fall to the ground.

It's like saying, I haven't lost a punch.

Afterwards, Cao Ci had to sit on the wall of Daduan Capital, resting his cheek in one hand and rubbing his forehead with the other to loosen the bruise first.

The bamboo forest was smashed into a three-mile road by Ma Zhuxian. On both sides of the road were bamboo poles that were crushed by fist gangs. In the end, the martial artist who was broken by the mountains and rivers in the small world, the martial artist of the nine realms in the previous moment, the eight of this moment. Jing Wu Fu, with his back on a green bamboo, his face covered with blood stains, his eyes widened, his arms drooped, his feet tried his best to hold on, and he tried to let his body lean against the bamboo, but he still couldn't stop the slow slipping trend. .

Dressed in the blue shirt, he bent over, stretched out a hand, held Ma Zhuxian’s forehead, helped him stand barely, bowed his head and said, “Remember, that senior, whose surname is Song Yushao, is the sword sage of Sushui Country. ."

Chen Ping'an let go, Ma Zhuxian's pure qi was completely dissipated, and fell to the ground, leaning on the green bamboo. After being seriously injured, he drooped his head as if lethargic.

It's not strange to fall into a state after nearly twenty punches, but it's strange not to fall into a state.

As for the number of punches Ma Zhuoxian suffered, Chen Ping'an didn't remember what he did.

Chen Ping'an turned his head and glanced at the two women Wufu over the hut.

Dou Fenxia was in a heavy mood, with a solemn expression, without any more charming expression.

She glanced at the blue shirt, the latter nodded slightly, then went to the top of the bamboo sea, stepped on a bamboo branch, and looked into the distance, as if the fist was over and Yufeng was about to leave.

Dou Fenxia swept away, squatted down, and reached out to support Ma Zhuxian's shoulders, her face was full of sorrow for a while, and the brother really fell.

Liao Qingai stopped at the entrance of the hut, took a step forward, suddenly clasped her fists, and said sharply: "Chen Ping An, in thirty years, wait for me to ask for a fist!"

Chen Pingan turned his head and glanced at her, "It's up to you."

The next moment, a green shirt disappeared out of thin air on the top of the bamboo sea.

At the same time, Chen Ping'an in the house of Liaozhou Island also disappeared.

Two Chen Pingan, who had been swaying around outside the Confucian Temple, were able to return to the riverside, and the three became one.

This riverside discussion is the biggest weird thing.

Earlier on, following the fourteenth realm monks including Wu Shuangjiang, climbed to the Tuoyue Mountain where the illusion was close to the truth. After Chen Ping'an reached the top with one foot, Chen Ping'an found himself back by the river.

Chen Ping'an only vaguely noticed that there were some subtle changes in that long river of time, and he couldn't even remember, couldn't guess what he did or said between the two feet.

Chen Pingan always feels that things are not that simple.

When he returned to the river, he only saw Li Sheng and Bai Ze.

Sir, Yasheng, like the other fourteenth realm monks, disappeared.

She is also missing.

Chen Ping'an had to squat by the water's edge and continued to stare at the long river of time, learning from Li Huai, and not thinking much about things that he didn't understand.

Only when I learned from the Parrot Island that Liu Chicheng, a local rich man, had spent a full 1,500 grains of rain money to buy a hundred green glazed tiles from the Huolong real person.

Just such a "good at doing business", not to mention going to your own Luopo Mountain as a clerk, you just learn from the great sword fairy and show the door to your wealthy God Wei Wenlong. You Liu Chicheng are not qualified.

On the other side of Baozizhai at Liaozhou Island, they borrowed money from others, but when they met Yu Panshui and Yuan Zhou, they owed money again.

So Chen Ping'an looked at the mysterious and mysterious river of time and didn't really think much about it. He felt that he was staring at a fairy money river.

Can't help turning his head and looking at Li Sheng.

Li Sheng smiled and said: "It's better to change your money bag."

Chen Ping'an knew his idea of ​​spending a lot of time on his own, it must be out of play.

So I turned to ask about the knowledge of the Pozi Ling. The Lisheng only replied. When you leave here, Xiping will allow you to read the secret files of the Confucian Temple.

Chen Pingan stood up and thanked him.

Li Sheng smiled and said: "There are often sword lights on the night boat. I hope you won't make people feel waiting, because you may need to see someone later before you can return to the night boat."

Chen Ping'an nodded, puzzled.

Who to see?

Isn’t he the Most Holy Master?

Chen Pingan didn't dare to ask more.

Bai Ze left the saint of ceremony and walked to Chen Ping'an alone. The two sides of different ages sat and squatted by the water, chatting about the customs of Aquarius. When Bai Ze went out that year, with the fox charm who looked like a woman in the palace dress, he traveled through the vast world together. The encounter with Chen Pingan on the border of Dayi, on the snowy night plank road, of course, Bai Ze intended It.

Regarding Chen Pingan's situation in carrying the real name of the Great Demon, Mr. Bai Ze said with a smile, the situation will be much better when the hermit is in the fairyland.

Listening to Mr. Bai Ze calling himself a hermit, Chen Ping'an was unavoidable.

If one day in the future return to the Great Wall of Jianqi, and experience the barbaric world in the lower reaches of the south, it doesn't matter if Chen Ping meets anyone, just hope that he will not meet the one around him.

But as long as you go to the barren world with only two bright moons left, it seems that it will be difficult not to meet Mr. Bai Ze.

"Chen Ping An, you don't have to think too much, just do your own affairs well."

Bai Ze smiled and said: "No matter what others are, as a scholar, you should be sure of one truth in your heart, you should do good things, and there are people who are books. Then you may not be able to profit from this on the road of practice, but at least it can make you feel at ease step by step. ."

A tall woman dressed in white, she appeared next to Chen Ping'an first, sitting cross-legged, with a horizontal sword on her knees.

Then came the old scholars, Yasheng, then Yu Dou, Lu Chen, the monk Shenqing, the female crown, the dragon slayer, the old Guanzhu, Wu Shuangjiang, and the rest of Chen Ping’s unknown identity, all reappeared on the riverside. .

It seemed that everyone had traveled far away unscathed, as if all the fourteenth-level monks had a big dream. When they first awakened, they thought about that dream and became blurred.

Everyone is like watching the moon on the shore by the water. Any thought is a pebble, and the thought is throwing a stone into the water. The ripples of the water will only make the moon in the water more blurred.

Therefore, the great monks who really stood on the top of the mountain were all lost in thought, and no one spoke.

Perhaps with the exception of the second head teacher of Bai Yujing, who was arrogant, Lu Chen seemed to hesitate to tell Chen Ping'an, and asked, how is the writing now?

The white-clothed woman sitting next to Chen Ping’an took the lead and smiled and said: “A few years ago I was outside that day, and I had nothing to do. I opened up an ancient battlefield site and opened up a place to practice swords. The master can fly there in the future. , Practice there, go as you want, and return as you want. The Confucian Temple will not stop it, right, saint?"

Li Sheng smiled and nodded, "Senior has the final say."

Chen Ping'an was frightened.

Sure enough, the saint turned his attention slightly, looked at the sword-backed young man, and added, "Right, Chen Pingan?"

Chen Ping'an had to bite the bullet and said: "Mr. Li Sheng said it's fine."

Lu Chen raised a palm and supported the crooked lotus crown on his head. Then he smiled with his palm, and exclaimed, "My hometown, the country of etiquette."

The old master of Donghai smiled and said, "I haven't seen it in a few years, and I have great skill."

The old monk folded his hands together, said Amitabha Buddha, nodded and said: "Hui Gen, Hui Gen."

Chen Ping'an was rather helpless, you are all fourteenth realms, and you count it all.

The riverside atmosphere is relaxed.

Li Sheng suddenly made a beating with everyone, then got up, smiled and said: "After the discussion is over, we will go back to each house."

No one asked anything, but in the midst of it, they seemed to have guessed something. Although the Patriarch of the Three Teachings had never appeared in this discussion, he definitely looked at everyone behind the scenes.

After "going back to each house", there will probably be a clear result, waiting for everyone.

Li Sheng opened the restriction, Bai Ze stood up and disappeared from the river bank first.

The old scholar Pidian Pidian trot all the way, replaced Bai Ze, sat next to Chen Ping'an, reached out his hand, and said disappointedly: "This old Mr. Bai Ze, how he is an elder, didn't pull a golden lump on the ground."

Lu Chen stood on tiptoe and waved away: "Chen Pingan, see you later, waiting for you."

Chen Ping's placement is deaf.

The old monk Shenqing seemed to fight Chen Pingan with a smile, and said with a smile: "The weather in Dongshan, the romantic wind in the North Sea, the practice of Ding Huijie, the God will be the Medicine Master Buddha."

Although Chen Pingan didn't understand anything, he still stood up, folded his hands together, and respectfully returned the old monk.

Lu Chen smiled with satisfaction, and nodded to himself: "Sure enough, you should be more intimate with Xiaodao, you don't have to pay attention to these polite manners."

On the banks of the long river of time, in the end, a fourteenth realm great monk, like comets from the earth, went to the sky, and disappeared for a moment.

Wu Shuangjiang will continue to travel through the wild world, looking for the trouble of the old deaf child on the Great Wall of Jianqi.

Yu Dou glanced at the sword-backed young man in a blue shirt before returning to the world of Qingming and continuing to sit in Bai Yujing.

The dragon-cutting man who is now aliased Chen Zhuoliu intends to find the Jinghao that has occupied the magpie's nest for three thousand years. It is time to move the nest to the old master.

Qing Gong Taibao? What green palace?

Naturally it is his place of cultivation.

If he hadn't decided to cut the dragon back then, then Haoran wouldn't have only one Baidi City, there would be a Qingdi City first.

Chen Pingan sat back where he was.

She turned around, stretched out her hand, clenched her fist, and handed it to Chen Ping An.

Unknown Chen Ping'an went inside, stretched out his palm, but she suddenly held it, and smiled: "Since it seems to be just a blink of an eye, twenty years have passed, so thinking about it, the Jiazi Covenant is nothing, I Just take a nap in the place where you practice swords. Don't take other girls to the outside world at that time. If you don't enter the Ascended Realm by that time, you can say hello to Li Sheng."

Chen Ping'an sighed and nodded gently, which was regarded as agreeing to her.

The old scholar gasped in air, without squinting, sitting upright like a clock, and said awe-inspiringly: "The scenery on the other side is beautiful."

She let go of her hand and stood up.

Chen Ping An got up and said, "Why do you have to go to Tianwai? You can go to the Haoran World. For thousands of years, I have actually been in my hometown, and there is nothing to move around."

She blinked, "Stay in Haoran World? I'm afraid it will be too jealous."

Chen Ping'an looked embarrassed and immediately shut up.

She looked at Chen Ping An, saw herself in his eyes, and in her own eyes, there was only him.

She smiled, took a step back, and said softly: "Go."

Chen Ping'an nodded.

She turned the rainbow away, broke the sky, and went straight to the sky.

At the next moment, Chen Ping'an found himself at a mountain top.

The top of Mount Sui.

An old gentleman stood not far away, smiling and looking at him.

Chen Pingan couldn't afford it, and he didn't know what to say.

The old scholar jumped his feet and said: "How can this be done, how is it done, the ceremony is too great, I am a closed disciple, no matter how young, no matter how diligent in academics, no matter how good the mind and cultivation ability, no matter how outstanding people are in the world, after all, I still cannot afford this. What a great honor..."

Li Sheng stood aside, most not seeing the old scholar's virtue of being cheap and good-favored, and said with a smile: "The gift is too big? Who was begging for it before."

The old scholar rubbed his hands and said, "It's not good to hit people without slapping them in the face, or curse people without revealing shortcomings. I don't understand the rules of the saint of rituals."

As a husband, why not ask for what you can ask for.

The old gentleman smiled and said, "Xiucai, you disciple, didn't you say that you are so handsome."

Chen Pingan straightened up, a little embarrassed.

Immediately, the inspiration came, and Chen Ping'an was shocked.

So before the fourteen realm great monks gathered at the riverside, in the end, they didn't even know what to discuss, and it made sense.

The old man hummed, nodded and smiled: "Smart, it's smarter than imagined. That's right, you don't know how to read, what do you do with reading."

The old man laughed and said, "One person is good."

Chen Ping'an hesitated, waited for a moment, and had no choice but to answer: "Ten thousand people are exciting."

The old man continued to ask: "Ask more?"

Chen Ping'an replied: "It's OK."

The Most Sacred Master smiled and nodded, "Very good."