A dragon boat ferry named Fanmo, at the edge of Zhengyang Mountain, withdrew its blindfolds and slowly returned north.

On the side of the ferry, everyone in Luoposhan fell into shape.

Only Sui did not board the ship on the right, so she chose to travel far away with Yujian alone.

Hong Xia and Pei Xiang are still standing together. A successful walker of the Huajiao, a master of the fox country, both of Shanze spirits, and now they are practicing in the lotus root blessed land, and every time Ji Sefeng discusses matters, always Feeling out of place, so it seems that the two sides are very dependent on each other, even if there is nothing to talk about, they will stand together involuntarily. As for the previous opportunity of Peixiang’s breakthrough, everyone saw it, and no one took it seriously. Even Peixiang herself didn’t think there was anything worth talking about. After all, even if she was in the Yupu realm tomorrow , How can it be?

Zhu Lian's stature is rickety, with his hands folded, he is chatting and laughing with the master in autumn.

Xiao Mi Li holding a trekking stick, flying around Pei Qian, twittering, talking about her while hovering in the wind with her little brother, she is similar to a radish camped in the field, not moving, and stable. Very, from beginning to end, there is absolutely no tension of drizzle size.

Chen Lingjun again began to exert some mysterious and mysterious natal magic powers, and the old Jian Xiu who was aliased to the upside down Jade Pu realm became brother and brother.

One said that he was very good at eating in Beiyue Land Boundary and Beiju Luzhou, he reported his name, and he didn't have to spend money on drinking.

The one who said that he was in Liuxiazhou and Aiaizhou was not well-known, but he was inevitably inferior to his brother Jingqing.

As for the lady of the mountain lord who has not yet been married by her own master, when Chen Lingjun boarded the ship in Ningyao, she was a little far away, just a few gliding steps, like a fish swimming through the crowd, clasping fists in both hands, respectful, After a tick to the end, his **** was so high that he was about to speak, but he was beaten by Cui Dongshan. He fell a dog to eat **** on the spot and lay down on the ground. Chen Lingjun was completely dead and shouted: "Jing Qing pays homage to Mrs. Shanzhu. "

Ning Yao helplessly said: "Get up and talk."

Chen Lingjun blurted out: "If you return to Mrs. Shanzhu, it will be cool on the ground."

The man has gold under his knees, and the more he kneels, the more it is.

In the early years, when Pei Qian was in front of the jewels at the gate of Ningfu's house on the Great Wall of Jianqi, Ning Yao could barely adapt to the style of Luopo Mountain.

In fact, on Chen Pingan's side, she had heard many stories about this boy in Tsing Yi.

Whenever talking about Chen Lingjun, Ning Yao can even see Chen Ping’an’s face and eyes as if he sees a river and lake that does not lack good wine.

Maybe Chen Lingjun didn't even know that the rivers and lakes he walked through had made up for many shortcomings in the heart of the young mountain owner. It seems that in the other rivers and lakes where Chen Ping'an just passed by, I have never walked, but I have finally seen it, there are crowds of friends, coveted, big bowls of wine, big pieces of meat, and gratitude.

The boy in Tsing Yi just got up, and the big white goose moved up and kicked again.

Chen Lingjun put out a defensive two-handed fist frame, Cui Dongshan closed his feet and turned around, and then suddenly turned around to punch again, Chen Lingjun immediately jumped and moved, and his palms lined with clouds and water to draw a fist pile. The last two glanced at each other, each nodded, stood still, raised their sleeves, angered their dantians, and mastered tricks. Such a literary fight is more dangerous than a military fight, murder is invisible, and knowledge is greater than heaven.

Jiang Shangzhen stood alone, standing by the railing, Cui Dongshan came to him, stood on tiptoe, leaned on the railing, "plan to return?"

Jiang Shangzhen nodded and said: "Wei Ying is okay to be a suzerain, but he may not know how to make a lot of money. Moreover, he should not point to my cloud caves. I need to come out in person, press the heads of many people, and teach them how to bend over. Money. After this, when the site of the Lower Sect of Luopo Mountain is selected, I plan to take a trip to the Jianqi Great Wall ruins. There are some old accounts, so I have to calculate."

At the moment, this dragon boat ferry is the only one missing the owner of the mountain.

Jiang Shangzhen turned his head and glanced at the outline of Zhengyang Mountain, "The owner of the mountain is still too polite. I put the account book public to the public, and then let the emperor of bamboo make it clear that it is reasonable to present the facts and why the worship of the mountain should be removed. "

Cui Dongshan chuckled and said: "It is the end of our ancestor who moved to the mountain by his own ability. Compared with Xia Yuancui, the old sword fairy who likes to be a tortoise, he is still more heroic. You lose or die. Just die, upright and upright."

Jiang Shangzhen twitched his mouth, "He is rampant in the mountains and rivers on a continent, committing crimes for thousands of years, in the dark and in the dark, up and down the mountains, with at least a few thousand lives in his hands. Think of him as a hero? If I remember correctly, there are more than one or two sects in Guanlixian's family who have suffered a lot from Yuan Zhenye in his early years."

Cui Dongshan is still a hippie smile, "Chief Zhou, you are boring when you talk like this. What is the excitement? Those young female cultivators in Qiong Zhifeng who have to commit themselves to the dignitaries, can’t make it through, wait for death, make it through. Just wait eagerly to see other people's excitement."

Jiang Shangzhen said lazily, "Helping people to light lanterns at night, and helping people to hold umbrellas in the rain. In the end, he was only disgusted with the lights and not bright, complaining that the rain wet his shoes."

Cui Dongshan clasped his sleeves with both hands, "You have to think so, without these people, why should the strong rise up?"

On the road of life, the real mistakes, misses, and losses are not the chances passed by, not the nobles who have missed, but the mistakes that have the opportunity to correct. Then miss it and lose it.

Jiang Shangzhen smiled and nodded, "This truth is enough to make me like an old man's mood to return to a beautiful boy in the dead wood and spring."

Cui Dongshan casually said: "In addition to Mr.'s hometown, Huaihuang County, there are actually two other good places, called Shenxian Cave, the Golden Jade Jungle."

Jiang Shangzhen curiously asked, "Is there another saying?"

Cui Dongshan said: "Under the Qingming world, in the land of Gyeonggi, a great dynasty, a large number of monastic geniuses called Wuling teenagers emerged. The most famous of these is Wang Yuanlu, who is regarded as a rice thief by Bai Yujing. In addition, the one who is also among the ten young candidates is actually from there. As for the wild world, Liu Cha’s big disciple Zhu Qi, and two Tuoyueshan Hundred Sword Immortals, and a few younger ones, are not Swordsman, but they are all very qualified for cultivation, and they all came from a small place."

Jiang Shangzhen asked: "Did someone deliberately do it when he was behind the scenes?"

Cui Dongshan shook his head, "This kind of thing that is easy to be condemned by the gods cannot be done by manpower. At most, it is to pull a bit from the side, add oil to the trend, and cut the wick. No one can create this situation out of thin air."

Jiang Shangzhen asked: "Our mountain lord, what are you going to do after leaving and going back?"

Cui Dongshan blinked, Jiang Shangzhen turned around and began to write in the palm of his hand, and Cui Dongshan did the same. When the two opened their palms and held them together, the two laughed, their hearts understood, and the heroes saw the same.

Both of them wrote four words.

Supreme Sovereign.

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Jianding Patriarch Hall was completely wiped out, an immortal carrying the sword peak was completely broken, Yujiao Peak was replaced by a mountain top, several tributary hills of the old and new peaks were uprooted, and a private mountain and river of thousands of miles, the landscape was chaotic.

At the moment, the water level of the Xiaoshu Lake in Qiuling Mountain is as low as a stream, and the Full Moon Peak is driven out of a cave road. Qiongzhi Peak has not only suffered the three swords of Cao Jun, but also has been washed by Mi Yuxia light sword gas. The water carefully raised by Shuilong Peak Yi, previously suppressed by the dragon king basket, is still trembling now. The ancient mirror of the treasure of the mountain in Yunfeng was too late to be put away. It was turned around at will, just like a rattle in the hand of a child. Clouds gather and scattered, making a cloud peak, sometimes dark and night, sometimes bright and day...

The sword repairs of the peaks of Zhengyang Mountain prevented Liu Xianyang from climbing the mountain to ask the sword. There were not many dead, but dozens of people were injured, and their hearts fell to the bottom.

Enshrined Yuanbai rebelled against Xuefeng, transferred to Zhongyue Mountain Jun Jinqing, and returned home by boat.

Wu Tijing, who is regarded as "Aquarius Island Little Weijin" and "Li Tuanjing Second", is missing. It is said that Zhuyu Fengtianwan received a letter from Wu Tijing. Master Zhuhuang swears that he is not a son of man, and he is not worthy of the status of Jian Xiu. In the future, the two masters and apprentices will meet again, and they will still be masters and apprentices, but he Wu Tijing will be the master and you will be the disciple.

Dong Hu, the attendant of the Department of Rites of the Capital City of Lili, doesn’t have to worry about climbing or not climbing anymore. He writes a secret letter with a pen, and gently blows the ink. His hand is italics and strict, which is both regular and not a bit freehand. Elegant style, so in the early years in the officialdom and literary circles of Dali, but he has the reputation of "like a tiger-like brushstroke". It is indeed pleasing to the eye. After Dong Hu and Master Yamen Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites informed the situation, the old servant was all right and light, and ordered When the ferry goes north, people and the ferry are all leisurely in the white clouds.

When Wei Jin was about to leave the ferry, Yu Huiting asked: "Wei Shishu is going to see the young hermit?"

Wei Jin shook his head, "No, this man's wine is too bad, there is nothing good to see him."

Back then, at the Jianqi Great Wall, the liquor store sold liquor, and he was the most money-spent for buying liquor in the Wei and Jin Dynasty.

Yu Huiting knew that the arrogant Wei Shishu would never say such things if he had not regarded the hidden official as a friend.

A celebration that originally congratulated the ancestors who moved the mountain into the five realms ended so dismal. Sovereign Zhuhuang is still personally responsible for cleaning up the mess. If it messes up, it is still a stall, and it is still a clan head fairy family who is about to start the next sect. .

The Emperor Bamboo held his fists, respected the guests from Sifangtiandi and Zhufeng, and smiled freely: "The celebration has been cancelled. Today, let you all go for a trip for nothing. Zhengyang Mountain must return the gift and compensation afterwards."

Leng Qi, the master of Qiongzhifeng Peak, received the instruction from the suzerain, so that the Hua Mufang female cultivators who had turned pale, quickly removed all cases.

Emperor Bamboo closed his gaze, and said with his heartfelt voice to all the peak masters: "No one should block the guests who leave Zhengyang Mountain. There must be no dissatisfaction, no offensive words, just pretend to be given to me. Pretend to be a smiling face, Yan Zhanglu, you send someone to Zhufeng Mountain and stare at all the people who send off guests. Once you find that offenders will be eliminated on the spot, if there are guests willing to stay in Zhengyang Mountain, you will Send someone to treat him well, keeping in mind this incense, friendship in adversity, but so, you must cherish it."

The Emperor Bamboo performed the supernatural powers of the envisioning Qi technique, watching the weather in the mountains beyond the first-line peaks, was scribbled, and his vitality was greatly hurt, but the Emperor Bamboo was still not discouraged by this, but still in the mood, and the old swords around him who had their own minds. The fairy joked: "Unfortunately, the celebration has not yet started, so Chen Shanzhu and Liu Jianxian each climbed the mountain and asked about the sword. Otherwise, we will receive the gift, how many holes can be made up, and then the landscape will be repaired, so as not to tear down the east wall and repair the west wall. It’s so overwhelmed that I have to embezzle money from the funds for the next site selection."

Xia Yuan Cui Ran

With a long sigh, this teacher-nephew really has a good temperament. Even now, his words can still be so calm and gentle. The full moon peak ancestor with the highest standing in Zhengyang Mountain, for a while, he suddenly lost his thoughts and thoughts. The enemy is gone, if the Luopo Mountain can really stop here, will the Full Moon Peak and the first-line peak of the Bamboo Emperor abandon their premonitions and cooperate sincerely?

The God of Wealth, Tao Yanbo, hesitated to speak but stopped.

Yan Chu's face was full of surprises that couldn't be concealed, because the words of the Emperor Zhu were a smile with him, not with the **** of wealth in Qiu Lingshan.

Obviously, the original scenery of Qiu Ling Mountain is destined to decline.

The tree fell down and scattered, and people walked to cool tea.

There are very few guests left.

One after another, the ritual ferry boats are like flying birds in the mountains, and along the trajectory that looks like a bird road, they swept the sky and traveled far. Zhengyang Mountain is a place of right and wrong, and you cannot stay for long.

The Emperor Bamboo sternly said: "Just take this opportunity to take advantage of this moment to enshrine the crowds of Keqing, and we will have the second meeting."

Yan Chu immediately acted as the patriarch in charge, waving his hands sternly and said: "The idlers and others are all hurrying down the mountain, stay at the Tingjian Pavilion, don't walk around at will, and look back to the Patriarch Hall's orders."

The Emperor Zhu smiled and said: "Since Yuan Zhenye has been removed, the post of protecting the mountain at Zhengyang Mountain is temporarily suspended, Tao Yanbo, what do you think?"

Regarding Yuan Zhen's page of protecting the mountain for a thousand years, the Emperor Bamboo still only talked about delisting, not about life and death.

Tao Yanbo said miserably: "Sovereign, for this disaster, Qiu Lingshan cannot be blamed. I voluntarily resigned from my post and thought behind closed doors."

The general situation is over. Struggling is useless. It will only commit the anger and affect the entire Qiu Ling Mountain. It is hated by the ambitious sovereign Zhu Huang.

The Emperor Bamboo stared at Tao Yanbo and slowly said, "Then transfer from Yan Zhanglu to this position. Qiu Lingshan will be closed for a hundred years from today. From now on, Qiu Lingshan's sword repairs will follow the first-line peaks. The arrangement of the Patriarch Hall should not be disagreeable. After the trouble of Tao Jianxian’s return to the mountain, please calm people's hearts. Xia Shibode is highly respected. In this crisis, he had to bother Patriarch to leave the mountain and postpone his sword practice to act as the commander of the Patriarch Hall."

Xia Yuancui stroked his beard and groaned, "I have no choice but to do so."

Although Yan Chu was reluctant to give up, he thought he could serve as the God of Wealth as the master of the rule, but he could still make a profit if he was able to manage the next two cases of money.

Tao Yanbo was furious when he heard the words. He sealed the mountain for a hundred years, and the first-line peak took over all Qiu Lingshan sword repairs? ! Is your bamboo emperor going to cut the meat with a blunt knife, cultivate the power of the Qiu Lingshan sword, and kill them all?

Once Qiuling Mountain has been banned for a hundred years, wouldn't the roots of Jianxiu, especially the younger disciples of the two generations, all have to change their individual minds, learn from the Qingwu Peak, and go to other peaks one by one to practice?

Add bricks and tiles, you push me, each has its own difficulties, and everyone pushes against the wall, and all fools will.

The Emperor Bamboo said, "Tao Yanbo, do you have any objections?"

Tao Yanbo's face was uncertain, glanced at the jade medal hanging on the waist of Emperor Bamboo, and finally shook his head.

Although it was a discussion at the Patriarch Hall, the Emperor Zhuo clearly did not give anyone a chance to say no words at all. Without the sword top of the Patriarch Hall, the Emperor Bamboo would speak in a word today.

The Emperor Zhu turned his head and smiled at the female ancestor of Zhuyufeng, and said, "Tian Wan, your responsibilities remain the same, and you still have three yuan, Jinghuashuiyue, Shanshui Dibao, Shanmen Intelligence."

Tian Wan looked flustered and said in a trembled voice: "Sect Master, it is precisely because of the mistake of Juyufeng's spy that we take the two young people lightly. Tian Wan is hard to redeem, and is willing to think about it like Tao Master."

Emperor Bamboo smiled, shook his head, and refused Tian Wan's resignation.

Of course he knew this girl, something was wrong.

The Emperor Bamboo even determined that she and Luopo Mountain were either extremely related to each other or reached a certain covenant, but there was no way. This was the price Zhengyang Mountain had to pay. It was Yixianfeng and his Bamboo Emperor who had to go with that Chen Mountain. The sincerity of the Lord's hands.

Yan Chu's heartstrings tightened in an instant, and he didn't dare to care about what he was doing or not. After all, Shuilong Peak is the mountain that has always held the power of spy.

Tian Wan, this stinky lady, who can't open which pot to mention.

As for Zhuyufeng, don't talk about the progeny, usually there is not even a handyman disciple, and only Tian Wan has always been there to practice in secluded residence. It is not clear that this is to pour dirty water on Shuilongfeng?

The Emperor Bamboo's mood is complicated. The sovereign's state of mind is far less calm than on the surface. In fact, he is already exhausted. If there is a little bit of trouble, the Emperor Bamboo will feel that it is difficult to support a single tree.

The truth is revealed, the hearts of the people are revealed, and the views are unobstructed. There is no need to look at the bewilderment and trepidation of the ancestors of the peaks on the Tingjian Pavilion, only to say that on the top of the sword, there are not stupid wine bags and rice bags, or clever people with ghosts, or they are just sitting on the sidelines and choosing the clever grass. Emperor Bamboo smiled bitterly for no reason. Could it be that the old saying goes well, the family does not enter the house?

The bamboo emperor's field of vision quickly passed everywhere, trying to find the person's trace.

Emperor Bamboo dared to assert that that person must be somewhere in the mountain at this moment.

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In the viewing pavilion built next to the cliff on Full Moon Peak, the two brothers and sisters of the Yunlin Jiang family remained.

The plaque is a solitary cloud pavilion with gold characters on a black background.

Open the door in the morning, and the mountains are covered with snow, watching the wind in the pine trees of the cranes, the years are thrown away, the heart and the moon are originally round,

In the evening, the drunken dream falls into the woods, the gentleman's daylight ascends the way, the flowers and trees are for true appreciation, the incense is burned to listen to the rain.

Jiang Sheng in the pavilion questioned: "In this way, does Zhengyang Mountain still have the face to start the next sect?"

The Emperor Bamboo, who was the lord, was like a walled master, which opened Jiang Sheng's vision.

The monks on the mountain of Aquarius Island and the wealthy tycoons at the bottom of the mountain all saw this scene, and Jinghuashuiyue closed too late.

What's more, I heard that the Confucian Temple has lifted the ban on the Shanshui Dibao, and Zhengyang Mountain can at least control the eyes of others today, but it can't control the mouth.

Jiang Shan, who is a Confucian gentleman, nodded and said, "Of course."

The Emperor Bamboo is actually a supreme master with great city government and resilience. This kind of person, wherever he cultivates, will be like a fish in water. It seems that as long as he is not killed by others and grabbed a straw or two for him, he can reach the top again.

Jiang Sheng was shocked at the moment. Hearing the words Big Brother seemed to make her feel more absurd than seeing Liu Xianyang questioning the sword field by field and then climbing all the way to the top.

Jiang Shan said: "The next sect was established without any suspense. Together with the Zhengyang Mountain Sect, it is nothing more than repeating the same mistakes together and becoming the situation of the previous hundreds of years. It is like being stepped on the head by Li Tuanjing alone, and it is too heavy to breathe. Come. Of course, Zhengyang Mountain’s situation is even more precarious this time, because Luopo Mountain is not Fenglei Garden. There is more than one sword fairy. Besides, the two mountain owners, Chen Pingan and Li Tuanjing, are both sword fairy. same."

Jiang Shan looked around, and the hearts of a Zhengyang Mountain, the clouds and rain gathered and scattered, the glazed glass was brittle, scattered and brittle, and after a few inquiries about the sword, it was indeed vulnerable.

Wei Liang's so-called dismantling is actually the essence of cutting.

Jiang Shan smiled and said: "Through the hunting envoy Cao Ping, he has made a certain degree of distinction from the Dali court and the Dali frontier army. I can't say all of them, but it is of great significance. It is very likely that they will be transferred to Shujianhu to practice Bai, let Zhongyue Jinqing and Zhenjingzong besiege the Zhengyang Mountain Xiazong in the old Zhuying area. The Nanyue prince picked Zhishan, the water **** of Yongjiang, and the old Jiao Jiao of Fengshui Cave of Qiantang River near our home. If you have a choice, to do this, you need the young mountain owner of Luopo Mountain, who spends a lot of mountain incense, secretly cultivated contacts, and exchange of genuine benefits."

"This is just the first step."

Jiang Shan whispered, "The second step is for the inside of Zhengyang Mountain. The swordsmanship of Yunfeng and Pianyufeng will be repaired. All the sword immortals who used to take the lead in the frontline peak ancestor hall will sit down with them forever. The same sect at the end of the discussion, separating the two groups of people, can make the scattered sand more scattered, and most importantly, it is the back hand hidden in it. For example, let Zhengyang Mountain Shang Sect and the future next Sect, from today on A certain kind of division that cannot be bridged begins."

"If I were the young hidden official of Luopo Mountain, the question of the sword was over, and after leaving, there would be a fourth step. On the surface, it seemed that Zhengyang Mountain would be left alone. Of course, whoever would like to ask the sword of Luopo Mountain would be extremely welcome. , Luopo Mountain is equivalent to giving the Dali court a face, leaving a step for both sides. Only in the dark, together with Yue and Zhenjing Sect, fully aimed at the lower sect of Zhengyang Mountain, very simple, as long as it is not from Boyun Peak The sword repairs on these hills don't even think about having a good life, and no one even dared to go out and practice."

Jiang Sheng questioned: "On the surface? The fourth step?"

Jiang Shan smiled and said: "Egret crossing and Qingwu Peak have long been out of climate. Full Moon Peak Xia Yuancui is best aware of the current affairs, Qiongzhifeng Leng Qi is best at climbing strong people, Yan Chu likes to drill camp, only profit. Autumn makes the mountain lose almost one. It is equivalent to Yuan Zhenye, who was enshrined by his own mountain guard, the most vitally injured, otherwise Tao Yanbo is actually the most suitable and most promising candidate to be the next suzerain. Regardless of the reason, Zhengyang Mountain fell here, and Li Tuanjing was the same year. It's totally different for a man to crush Zhengyang Mountain."

"Li Tuanjing can ask Jian Zhengyang Mountain at will and kill any sword repairman, but the three hundred years of Zhengyang Mountain has been under pressure and the same enemies are quarrelsome, because no one feels a garden of wind and thunder, a Li Tuanjing, It is true that Zhengyang Mountain can be destroyed, but Luopo Mountain’s joint ceremony is different. Therefore, this ceremony is the third step of the young hidden official, letting everyone in Zhengyang Mountain, from the ancestor to all the youngest disciples, I understand one thing in my heart. Don’t fight against Luoposhan. Vengeance is all idiotic dreams. Older ones can’t beat them. The younger generation is the most outstanding. Yu Lin is embarrassed to lose. Wu Ti’s capital is gone. This is the chaos. I can’t fight with tactics, and it’s very disparity. Head-on, break your wrists, let alone talk about it. That being the case, Jiang Sheng, I ask you, if you are Zhengyang Mountain’s predecessor, the cultivation in the mountains needs to continue, what can you do ?"

Jiang Sheng asked tentatively: "Infighting?"

Jiang Shan nodded, but shook his head again, "No, no."

Jiang Sheng said angrily: "Come back?!"

Jiang Shan, who rarely drinks, took out a jug of wine, took a sip, leaned against the pavilion, and looked at the Yixian Peak. "In the eyes of outsiders, it is infighting. But in the eyes of Zhengyang Mountain, it is natural. Each has its own contention, the outer sects are competing for personal status, the direct legends are competing for the rankings of the peaks, and they are competing for the sword-making needs of the heavens, materials and treasures. There is no distinction between fame and fortune. It is not easy to walk on the road. Contending."

"It will only compete more fiercely than before, because I suddenly discovered that Zhengyang Mountain, which was invincible on a continent in my mind, is not a potential replacement for the existence of the gods. Even if the frontline peak ancestors are rebuilt, it seems that they will meet every day.

It's in danger, and I'm worried that one day it will be gone. "

Jiang Shan carried the wine flask, raised his arm, and drew a big circle, "In the past, Zhengyang Mountain could continuously expand, so that many hidden dangers hidden in the depths can be ignored temporarily, or even have the opportunity to remain ignored."

Then Jiang Shan drew a small circle the size of a palm, "It seems to be reduced to such a small site now."

In the end, Jiang Shan drew another circle between the big circle and the small circle with the hip flask in his hand. "Although it is actually so big, people will not be so optimistic. Going to extremes, from the once blind optimism, the eyes are above the top, I feel that the mountains and rivers of the whole continent are the gates of the monks of Mount Zhengyang. They have become blind and pessimistic as they are today, and there is no more sorrow, so I had to stare at the one-acre three-quarters a few steps away from my toes."

Jiang Sheng frowned, "Just listening to you, it's already so complicated, isn't it even more exaggerated to do it?"

Jiang Shan smiled and said: "It's not complicated to do it. I'm an outsider, so I don't want to comment casually, but I just say it, really not complicated?"

In short, Chen Ping'an's questioning sword did not end there, but just started.

In the next first questioning the sword, Jiang Shan guessed that the place where the sword immortal of the Qingshan sword fell in Luopo Mountain was chosen by the master of Zhengyang Mountain.

Jiang Sheng complained, "Just listening, it will annoy me."

"Condescending, outlines and controls, it will be solved easily, and it will happen naturally."

Jiang Shan pointed to the meandering water named Yanzhi Creek on the ground outside the cliff, and smiled: "Since Luopo Mountain has helped Zhengyang Mountain to carve a river bed, then people's hearts will flow like water from now on, and they will naturally flow through it. People, step into it without realizing it."

Jiang Shan got up suddenly, got up again with the steps of the pavilion, and asked with a smile: "Master Chen, I don't know if I have such a simple opinion, is there anything wrong?"

Chen Ping'an, who had gone back and returned with a smile, said, "It's all right, there is no major omission. But it is far less mysterious and lofty than Jiang Junzi said. In my opinion, the foundation of the world's knowledge is only the word'patient'."

Jiang Shan pondered for a moment, then smiled and nodded, "Chen Shanzhu has unique insights, and it is indeed more concise than what I said, in one sentence."

Chen Pingan knew that this person was waiting for him.

Then come and meet the future Patriarch of Yunlin Jiang's family.

Jiang Sheng was horrified, turned his head abruptly, and saw an unexpected guest who was returning.

Zhengyang Mountain has really fallen into blood mold for eight lifetimes, and it has been exposed to such a lingering ghost.

I saw the man smiling slowly as he walked up the steps. The young mountain lord of the Fallen Mountain, the last hermit of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, changed his costume and wore a crown of lotus flowers that transgressed the Taoist tradition. Qingsha Dao robe, foot on the cloud shoes, holding a white jade ganoderma in the hand, the spirit of the ethereal cloud and water body, the so-called fairy-style Dao bones in the Shanxia Zhiguai and mysterious novels, but so.

Sitting in the pavilions, Jiang Shan smiled and asked, "Master Chen, would it be better if you didn't kill Yuan Zhenye?"

Chen Ping’an said: “Just talking about the results will be better, but you can’t do things just because the final result is right. You can use any means in many links to manipulate people’s hearts, and play with people’s hearts, even if the results are the same. But there are some differences. It is a world of difference in my heart, what does Mr. Jiang think?"

Not killing Yuan Zhenye left Zhengyang Mountain a great accident. In fact, Chen Ping'an could indeed do this, even without knowing it. At the time, he sacrificed a cage on the back of Jianfeng. The bird is fine.

Jiang Shan nodded and said solemnly: "Yes."

Chen Ping'an smiled and handed over a pot of Qingshenshan wine brewed in his own wine shop, "It's not a good wine, and the price is not expensive, but I don't have much inventory here, and I drink a pot less than a pot."

Jiang Shan thanked him, took the hip flask, took a sip, took another sip, and finally said, "It seems like a taste."

Chen Ping'an said seriously: "That must be because Junzi Jiang drank less."

Jiang Shan changed the subject, "Lord Chen Shan, why didn't Yuan Zhenye's past resumes behave tyrannically and indiscriminately killing innocent people, and then tell a continent today? In this way, there will always be less unclear truth. Infamy on the mountain. Even if it’s just the simplest thing to choose, such as Yuan Zhenye’s relocation of three broken mountains that year, he didn’t even bother to let the local court inform the people that the ordinary woodcutter in the mountain would eventually be in vain."

Chen Ping'an shook his head and smiled: "Even if you know the truth, you should still scold you, let alone those mountain monks who don't know the truth. They can't stop them. Luoposhan is too easy to talk, is reasonable in everything, abides by the rules, and scolds less. Some people will have no fear, and Laupaoshan is hard to speak, and scolds a lot of secrets, but dare not provoke us. Since it is difficult to have the best of both worlds, be pragmatic and get some tangible benefits."

Jiang Shan thought for a while, "reasonable."

The Confucian gentleman, put down his hip flask, sat down with his neck, facing the young mountain master, and said with a smile: "If Zhengyang Mountain is allowed to rise step by step, it will eventually become the first gate of kendo in Aquarius, at least in my opinion Come, it will be a big joke."

Jiang Sheng looked embarrassed, she was thin-skinned, did her elder brother forget about things after drinking? It was our Yunlin Jiang who helped Zhengyang Mountain to establish something through the next sect.

Chen Pingan glanced at this "bloated" old Longcheng Fu family's daughter-in-law. It was a little strange. Jiang Shan and Jiang Yun were very smart. It seemed that this woman was the only one who was not particularly smart?

To support Zhengyang Mountain’s creation of the next sect, Yunlin Jiang’s selfishness is naturally somewhat, but it can’t be said to be too partial, because Zhengyang Mountain is still unclear at the moment, and the Confucian Temple is about to attack the barren world. The condition is that Zhengyang Mountain must take out a considerable amount of "extra" sword repairs and rush to the barren world, plus the quota of Dayi Song Clan. In this way, Zhengyang Mountain peaks sword repairs, After the two groups of men and horses go down the mountain, there will not be a few left, and this time to swim out of the sword is not a child’s play. At the ferry crossings in the wild world, even the Dali cavalry needs to obey orders and Zhengyangshan wants to make money again. Dispel disaster, it's difficult.

Therefore, there is nothing wrong with Jiang Shan's words and outspoken disapproval of Zhengyang Mountain. This Jiang Sheng cannot be guilty of conscience.

However, if it weren’t for today’s questioning sword, with the life-saving ability of the old sword immortals in Zhengyang Mountain, the same trick could be repeated, using the sword and life of the sword repairing the clouds and the peaks to help the front line peak fame and fortune. .

Jiang Shan knew more about the truth about the Great Wall of Jianqi than Jiang Sheng, who had been married to Old Longcheng.

That battle under the city replaced Ning Yao and Jian Zhan Lizhen.

A siege carefully set up by Jiashen Account. Bamboo 箧, Lizhen, Yusi, Tan, Liubai, these five genius sword repairers who are not lacking in teachers, opportunities, and aptitudes are all among the hundred sword immortals in Tuoyue Mountain. As a result, Chen Pingan not only succeeded in getting out of trouble, but also killed Liubai.

Nan Shou Chen Bei Yin Guan.

Leading the line of hermits and sitting in the summer palace is equivalent to winning the Haoran world for about three years, retaining the seeds of the ascending city sword repair to the greatest extent, making the ascending city stand out in the colorful world, opening up the territory and expanding the land, far better than The remaining forces.

I heard that the new owner of Tuoyue Mountain, the nominally barren world co-owner, was brilliant, and he had specifically targeted Chen Pingan on the battlefield.

Staying alone at the head of the city for many years, confronting a throne demon Dragon Lord.

As a result of the discussion at the Confucian Temple, I heard that the owner laughed when he returned home. At that time, the two worlds were facing each other and they talked about Chen Pingan's big demon.

It is rumored that Zhou Qinggao, who is in a high position, is Wen Hai's close disciple, but he has always hoped to go back to the chess game with Chen Ping An, but he couldn't ask for it.

Jiang Shan admits that he is far inferior to his peers.

Except that the young hermit did not have enough realm back then, he failed to kill a head of Ascension Realm with his own hands on the battlefield and engrave the city head.

This young man from Aquarius Island seemed to have done everything else.

But in fact, Jiang Shan knows very well that in the future, there will be such a small group of people on the Aquarius Mountain. Even if you know these news and inside stories, you will still feel that Chen Ping’an was not a sword repairman in the Yupu realm back then, and was worthy to be the hidden official. ? How worthy is Haoran sword repair?

Some people think that the strong are right, even those who are trampled by the strong.

Some people think that the strong are wrong, even those who are sheltered by the strong.

Chen Ping'an looked out with both hands and sleeves, as if after the storm, the green mountains were still there, and the clouds and water were even more unharmed. After a moment of silence, he turned his head and smiled: "Jiang Shan, you family Jiang from Yunlin, or you, are you interested in being Zhengyang? The Supreme Sect Master behind the mountain?"

Jiang Shan had some regrets, shook his head and said, "After all, it is not the work of a gentleman."

Chen Ping'an stood up and nodded with a smile: "Fortunately, I am not even a sage in academy."

Jiang Shan followed up and asked, "Does Chen Shanzhu want to do it himself? Will there be any opinions from the Confucian Temple?"

Chen Ping'an shook his head and said, "How could it be, I'm a serious scholar, I can't do this kind of thing."

Jiang Shan asked tentatively: "The master of Zhengyang Mountain's next sect, is that Yuan Bai whose name has not been officially written off in the landscape genealogy?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "I originally recommended one person with the Emperor Bamboo Sect. The second seat of Zhenjingzong will enshrine Liu Zhimao. It will be very difficult to change the door and become the next Sect Master. Maybe you will have to tear your face with the Emperor Bamboo and make a big fight. Field, obviously Junzi Jiang’s proposal is better."

Jiang Shan looked surprised, and reluctantly shook his head: "Master Chen, this is not kind."

Chen Ping'an clasped his fist and said, "Jiang Shan, you friend, I've made a deal! It must be a bad friend."

Jiang Sheng couldn't speak anyway, just sitting by and listening to the conversation between the two. At this moment, she, she had only owed her hand before, and took the flying sword to pass the letter. Brother, you are even more powerful. You know who this guy is. Yes, or drinking and chatting again, are you okay now? Still "yes or not"?

Jiang Shan looked around, somewhat surprised, because the expected Emperor Bamboo did not show up near the pavilion. It seems that this young hidden official is still kind.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Jiang Jiang is not kind to think so."

Jiang Shan hugged his fists and said goodbye. He just didn't forget to take the pot of wine and walked a long way out of the Guyun Pavilion. Jiang Shan glanced back at the pavilion. There is no one in the pavilion. This is very kind. Just a few digressions with myself.

Outside Qingwu Peak, beside the Egret Crossing, passing by the cloud tower, Ni Yuerong, who had just returned to the inn in despair, was still dull and speechless. She stared blankly at the "young Taoist" with the lotus crown on her head, come again? !

Chen Ping'an asked for the A-style room again, and then quietly waited for the conclusion of the discussion of Emperor Bamboo, and then rushed to hear the news.

Lying on a wicker chair with my eyes closed, basking in the sun, turning my head and looking around, I saw a fool who actually made a snowman in the summer.