The graceful and unidentified woman, her eyes applauded, smiled and said, "Good memory."

It's just that I heard a voice on the bridge back then. After many years, I still only listened to her words here, and I can be sure that it is the old man of the year.

So is it a teenager who is nostalgic or is it a grudge?

Chen Ping'an was expressionless, and carefully looked at the woman who was previously called "Auntie Feng".

She is a tall woman, stepping on a pair of walking shoes, without hanging any waist badges that can indicate the official status of Shanshui, round-neck brocade clothes, and clothes are actually the old-style Xiao Tuanlong's arrogant regulations.

With light makeup and peachy face, his face is full of flowers, after drinking wine, his lips are faint with wine.

Chen Ping'an was once seen in a literati's writing notes, it is an ancient palace of ancient Shu, named Yichun face makeup.

Her hands are soft, and her nails seem to be smashed and dyed with cicadas and balsams. She is extremely red and lovely.

With a colorful knot, tie one end of the blue silk, which hangs on the chest, like a blue waterfall cascading across the peaks.

Chen Ping'an took a closer look at the knot and found that the knot, which was no more than a coin, was actually made of twisted and twisted nearly a hundred thin silk threads, and they were of different colors.

As if the colors of the world, all in this colorful rope.

The most mysterious and mysterious thing is this auntie Feng, she doesn't have any spiritual ripples on her body, and she hasn't used any immortal means, but her whole person is always immaculate.

It's like she is not in the world at all, but a tourist wading in the long river of time, just deliberately letting people see her.

As for the remaining young monks on the roof, Chen Ping'an was of course concerned, but he was not too distracted. Anyway, he only looked at it with the corner of his eye, and he had a clear view.

The six young people carefully cultivated by Dali are worthy of the dead men who have been fighting for a long time. At the moment Chen Ping’an appeared, the six cultivators with their own badge codes, none of them showed the slightest loss of mind. It is enough to show the tenacity of the Taoist heart.

The young woman with the word "Noon" engraved on her waist card, without stepping and fighting, without chanting mantras, formed a small world, protecting the seven people, and above the roof, it was like a pocket-sized mirage appeared. A fairy palace was transformed into a palace, the mountains and soil are all red, the rock is continuous, like a cloud, the purple gas rises in the Lingzhen cave house, the Qiongtai jade room, the Xuan Ting Yinglang, row upon row, everywhere radiant light, which resounds Lingbao sings praises, the heavens are ethereal, like an ancient mansion of commandments and immortals that lead the mountains.

The little girl with the "Xu" sign on the waist plate, her hands glowing brightly, covered with moiré talisman, a bit similar to the method of a sewing person.

She appeared on her slender shoulders that resembled a Dharma image. Her figure was extremely small, but she was no more than an inch tall. She looked like a juvenile and was extraordinary, with a sword, wearing a red dress, a crown of hibiscus on her head, and the seam with snow-white dragon balls.

The young monk wearing a veiled meditation attire hangs the "Chen" sign on the waistband, opens one eye and closes the other. When the eyes are closed, a whirlpool of lightning and thunder appears, and a flat mirror water surface appears under his feet. , Among the dots of light, there are continuous lotus blossoms, swaying, blooming and falling, withering and falling into the water, and then slim and blooming, repeating itself again and again.

In the afternoon, the Fulu array master refined an entire ancient cave sky that was incomplete. Xu, the military cultivator, may be due to his young age and his physical strength. For the time being, he has only used sewing methods on his arms, but he can rely on some kind of magical powers of military strategists to break the rules. The ghost of an ancient sword fairy. Chen, possesses a kind of supernatural powers of Buddhist meditation and visualization.

The remaining three people, Jianxiu "Mao", Confucian Qiqimen "You", Daoist monk "Wei", all have a good concealment and are not in a hurry to use their methods.

Aunt Feng looked around and said with a smile: "I'm just here to reminisce about the past with half of my fellow villagers. You don't need to be so nervous. Put away all the ways to scare people."

The six were indifferent, obviously not under her orders. Aunt Feng is not annoyed, there is nothing she can do, she is just an anonymous preacher, she is tired and lazy, so many years of teaching Taoism supernatural powers, it is a typical work without effort, if it is not for someone to supervise in the past, plus every After a period of time, the results will be checked, and she can just throw out a few pamphlets and leave it alone. Just like now, the six children are disobedient, and Aunt Feng will let them put on a battle. Anyway, it is not her who wastes energy and wasted spiritual energy. She continues to look at that Chen Ping An, smiles and asks: "I won’t blame me for persuading you back then. Stop it?"

Chen Ping'an held sleeves with both hands, and seven others including Aunt Feng, as a sign of sincerity, smiled and said, "How can I blame the seniors."

Aunt Feng smiled, Yo, reunion tonight, looking at the pleasant face, taking a mouthful of seniors and juniors, but listen to the tone, there is something in the words, Jian Xian's temperament is not small.

Chen Ping’an asked in his heart: "Senior and Mr. Qi are familiar?"

Aunt Feng found it interesting and did not give an answer. She smiled and asked: "Since you have become the closed disciple of the old scholar, Qi Jingchun is your senior, why are you still calling Mr. Qi now?"

Chen Ping'an has sleeves with both hands, interlaced fingers with ten fingers, and slightly rickety. He smiled and said: "I am willing, I can call you whatever I like. Even if the seniors are in charge of everything, they really can't control this matter."

Aunt Feng tutted: "After all, you have grown up, and your temper will follow. I remember you were very good at talking when you were young."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Don't hide from the predecessors, I am actually very good at talking now."

Aunt Feng raised her hand, twisted the colorful knot with two fingers, smiling silently.

Chen Ping'an remained silent.

The atmosphere was a bit cold for a while.

At that time, there were five openings on the covered bridge road. Old man Yang, the drug store, was the last one, and was the only one who could confirm the identity of Chen Ping'an.

This auntie Feng was the one who spoke first when Chen Ping'an walked forward. She whispered, naturally bewitching people's hearts, and she advised the young man to kneel down so she could be lucky.

Among her words back then, aside from the most familiar old man Yang, compared to the tone of the other four, she was the least arrogant, just like...a woman who lives quietly in the mountains, she is free No matter what happened, I picked up the flower curtain, and saw the flowers sway in the wind in the courtyard, and then slightly dispelled the laziness, raised a little interest, and said casually, don't leave the branch in a hurry.

The second person who spoke was quite rude, calling Chen Ping'an a common man, and knelt down quickly.

The third person had a plain tone, as if he was talking about a reasonable truth. The fourth person, with a vicissitudes of voice and old-fashioned manner, finally warned Chen Ping An to not take the blame.

However, the gods of the immortal family have unpredictable dispositions, deep thoughts, and plans that involve hundreds of thousands of years. Therefore, those who speak harshly, not necessarily malicious, and those who are gentle and drizzle, may not be kind.

The fierce man is yin and hostile, even if the voice is laughing, it is murderous. Ji people are peaceful, even if they are in a dream, they are as kind.

In short, no one, including Old Man Yang, hoped that he would keep going. Probably no one thinks that the mud leg of Niping Lane that has broken the Changsheng Bridge is qualified, capable, and blessed to bear that great cause and effect.

Except for Mr. Qi.

Chen Ping'an suddenly turned his head and looked at the girl in the formation.

She immediately put away a magical power of her own life, not daring to look at this person's state of mind.

She could only vaguely just now, and saw a well in the world of conscience.

When the blue shirt standing on the side of the eaves cast his eyes, in his heart, at the mouth of the well, there seemed to be a pair of majestic golden eyes, even more pure than the gold and copper coins. He even turned against the object and looked at the mentality of her as a snoop.

She knew that this was Chen Ping'an reminding herself, don't watch what you shouldn't.

She looked at people and could vaguely see a vague mental state. It was born and cultivated, but it was a matter of course.

Just like whether a person can climb the mountain or not, it depends on God’s willingness to reward this bowl of fairy rice.

In addition to sword repair, Fulu and Wangqi are more difficult to learn, and they rely more on the innate qualifications of the Qi Qi practitioner. Whether they can do it or not, it depends on whether the ancestors will reward them or not.

The so-called qualifications of the Qintian Supervisor Training Qishi can be seen as a variety of innate roots.

After all the children are born, Lizhu Dongtian is made of natal porcelain, and a drop of essence and blood is dripped. It is a means of inspection to judge the level of a person's future achievements with very little error.

Lizhu Dongtian has existed for three thousand years, and Dali was only a few hundred years old. It was a vassal vassal of the Lu dynasty at the earliest. So who exactly gave Lizhu Dongtian the right to belong to Dali Song? Who taught this key technique to help Dayi's rapid rise in the Northland? There are no written records of historical puzzles of all sizes. Senior brother Cui Yang and student Cui Dongshan seem to be abiding by a certain contract. As long as it is all the old yellow calendars related to the Lizhu Cave, nothing is mentioned.

My hometown is a small town, but a small cave with only a few thousand people.

Cui Dongshan once ridiculed Lizhu Dongtian, he is the only one in the world with many shallow water kings, and the temple demon is windy. After just saying this, Cui Dongshan immediately folded his hands together, raised his head high, shaking vigorously, and chanting.

The "Wu" brand female formation teacher said with a heartfelt voice to a colleague: "It is generally certain that Chen Ping'an has nothing malicious or murderous towards us. But I can't guarantee that this must be the truth."

Jian Xiu "Mao" and the little girl from the military cultivator asked: "What is the chance of winning?"

The little girl said, "Chopping melons and vegetables."

Then added a word, "Be."

In fact, this seemingly innocent girl is the brains of the six.

The other five people, who are not in Dali Capital, are considered to be another small hill.

Jian Xiu asked the young Taoist priest again, "What is the result of divination?"

Taoist morale laughed and said: "It's like hitting the wall, but the sword fairy doesn't care about anything, otherwise I have to spit out the wine I drink into my stomach, and fill a pot, it's not a problem."

Jian Xiu pondered for a moment and said, "Then remove the formation."

He is obviously the leader among the group, he is not yet at the age of a weak crown, and his cultivation level is not the highest, but he is the true backbone.

When Jian Xiu made such a decision, the female formation division, the little soldier girl, and the little monk did not hesitate to put away their magical powers.

Chen Pingan took advantage of the trend and glanced at the young swordsman. His eyebrows were somewhat similar to someone. Not surprisingly, his surname was Song and Guo.

That Jian Xiu was the only one sitting on the ridge of the roof. After looking at each other with Chen Ping'an, he was silent, as if he didn't even know the Lord of the Mountain.

Chen Ping’an stepped forward, leaving the upper eaves at the highest point, falling on the roof ridge, and looking directly at the aunt Feng, and continued to ask in his own voice: “Before the predecessor came to Dali Capital, he had been living in the Lizhu Cave for a long time and enlightened him? "

Aunt Feng shook her head and smiled: "It is not suitable or dare to live for a long time. You were young and had never climbed the mountain. You may not be very clear. Qi Jingchun's temper is just for you, and for us who are unjustified survivors and prisoners. The thief, the control is much stricter, so I stayed more on Zhenwu Mountain, occasionally stopping by. Before Qi Jingchun took over the cave, the saints of the past were still relatively loose. I would either take someone out of the Lizhu cave, such as Cao Fan , Yuan Yan, or occasionally bring outsiders into the cave, such as Gu Can’s father. But don’t worry, I have nothing to do with Ma Kuxuan in Xinghua Lane. No good feelings, no dislikes, good or bad. Of course, this It's just my perception, and the rest of the people, each has its own eyes."

Chen Pingan believes that what she said is not only intuition, but also has enough context and clues to support this feeling.

To use an officialdom analogy, Ma Kuxuan, the proud son of heaven, is like a lavish son of a wealthy ancestor. In the local officialdom, he has a tendency to separatize the town, but he certainly cannot mobilize a book in Beijing.

Aunt Feng smiled and asked: "Chen Ping An, you already know my identity?"

Chen Pingan did not hide, and nodded, "If you only hear the name "Feng Aunt", you wouldn't dare to be so sure, but when the younger generation sees the knot with their own eyes, there is nothing to doubt."

Of course you have to call seniors at such an age.

She smiled sweetly: "I have a good memory and my eyesight is not bad. No wonder I was so polite to me."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "I implore seniors to answer my previous question."

She asked: "Is it important to be unfamiliar with Qi Jingchun?"

Chen Ping'an nodded and said, "For me, it's actually okay. For seniors, it may be very important."

She stretched out her hand and patted her heart, her face full of resentment, pretending to be horrified, "Threat and intimidate me? A forty-year-old young man who frightens a predecessor who is a few years old, what should I do."

Chen Ping'an and this aunt Feng's heartfelt words, the other six people are not high in realm, naturally they can't listen to them, they can only watch the drama from the wall, and try to find the truth through the subtle changes in the eyes and faces of both sides.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "This is how seniors have wronged people."

How can it be a threat? There is one thing to say.

The auntie Feng in front of him is the **** of Sifeng, to be precise, one of them.

That's why it appears to be so independent and immaculate. The reason couldn't be simpler. The wind in the world must be obedient to her.

As for the twenty-four flower trade winds and the like, she is naturally within her jurisdiction.

Chen Pingan was a hermit and entered the Summer Palace, only to see a few school notes about "Aunt Feng", which roughly explained her roots and feet.

Aunt Feng smiled and said: "A sword repairman in the Jade Pure Realm, and a Taoist companion in the Ascended Realm, speaks hard."

Chen Ping'an nodded and smiled: "The wind is passing through the world, and Zhu Fan does not stand upright. The hurt and green trees still remain. It is indeed not as tough as the seniors.

This Auntie Feng, who took the initiative to show up here, the greatest possibility is to make an appearance for the Song family of Dali, which is equivalent to an invisible provocation.

Chen Ping'an didn't feel that her coming was something unexpected for her.

If the appearance of Dong Hu, the minister of rites, is a good show. Then the appearance of Auntie Feng is indeed a very tough acting style.

It's like telling yourself that you, Chen Ping'an, don't know the details of the Dali Song family and this capital, so don't think about running wild here.

Although this auntie Feng had not taken advantage of the situation to make up for the twelve high-ranking gods before ten thousand years, but in the summer palace, an ancient military book called "Tai Gong Yin Talisman" records a period of time, but it has long been lost. The "Qi Ji" way of telling the past. According to legend, there used to be seven high-ranking gods with prominent powers, each led their tribes to help the human race to cut the sky, most of them fell in the war, only a few high positions remained, and they led their troops to live in the ancestral courtyard of the Haoran military family. The gods and heavenly officials of the Rexian class each perform part of the avenue.

It's just that the so-called high-ranking gods in the book do not clearly identify their identity, and it is even harder to say whether they belong to the earliest twelve high-ranking positions.

Assuming that the General Court of the Chinese Army Soldiers is the gate of a large mansion, then the ancestors of the Ancestral Soldiers of One Continent, such as Zhenwu Mountain and Fengxue Temple, are the side gates opened up. These ancient gods can also enter and leave them.

In addition, a collection of ancient essays similar to immortals and ghosts records in detail the biggest catastrophe in the history of Baihuafudi, the catastrophe. It was this "Auntie Feng" who came to the blessed land, who was called "Feng Jia's servant" by the flower **** of blessed land. She visited the house and walked through the mountains and rivers of the blessed land. Wherever she went, the wind was strong, the anger shouted and the flowers were withered. . Therefore, on top of that ancient book, there is also a magnificent essay at the end of the ancient book.

At that time, Chen Ping'an would drink a pot of wine and a plate of peanuts when he was free from war in the Summer Palace.

There is no record of Feng Auntie in Shan Hai Zhi and Supplementary Zhi, as well as the numerous literati writings in the world.

There are secret files with clear written records. Except for the merits of the Zhongtu Confucian Temple, there is absolutely no book in any other place in the Haoran world, even the sect on the mountain and the thousands of magnates of the human dynasty. The children of later generations want to know, only through word of mouth from their ancestors, and to ensure that they will not be heard by the Confucian Academy, or even the head of a sect and the head of the family will need to go to the Gongde Lin of the Confucian Temple to play chess. , Drunk.

Among the supporters of this woman Fengshen, there are many majestic emperors and monarchs in history. For example, there is a city lord of the night ship, the pavilion chief of Surabaya who once killed the white snake.

Aunt Feng suddenly said: "I almost forgot that you were the last hermit of the Great Wall of Jianqi."

In fact, in the decades before Lizhu’s cave sky shattered and fell to the ground, for a long-standing ancient existence like her, if it is not a critical juncture, when it encounters a key point, she is reluctant to look at it, maybe just Sweep away, for each of the present spiritual beings, just make sure that you have a number in your heart, and then at most betting on their own, which may be the result of interest, or may be a contest of vision, to compete with whom.

Chen Ping'an smiled, and the idioms were unsuccessful. Both parties seemed to be making a mess. Maybe it was because the drinking did not reach the door. You can ask Senior Aunt Feng to drink at the inn.

Aunt Feng remembered something. She seemed a little surprised by Chen Ping’an’s patience. “I don’t ask the other old people who spoke back then, what is their origin and what are they asking for?”

Chen Pingan shook his head and smiled: "If the senior is willing to say it, the junior is of course grateful. If the senior is not willing to say it, the junior can't force it."

She stretched out her fingers together, tapped her cheek lightly, squinted and smiled, as if she was hesitating to break the secret.

Xinghua Lane, Ma Kuxuan, Niping Lane, Song Jixin, Fulu Street, Zhao Yao, Taoye Lane Xie Ling... These are just the youngest generation of Lizhu Dongtian, and in fact, they have their own bets. , Some are pure boring, when you see something that suits your heart's desire, you can do it easily and give some support. For example, one of the old guys is a contemporary ancestor with a line of human dragon breeders. The family ancestor was a good dragon. He hid his identity back then. He rushed from the Central Earth Shenzhou all the way to Aquarius Island, isolated from the secrets of the sky, and hid in Nabo Among the trainers of Zhanlong.

Aunt Feng suddenly held back a smile, and said for no reason, “It’s really not tiring to walk a long way with a girl you like. At that time, I was very courageous, but now I have a higher realm, but I am less courageous. I'm all worried for you."

Chen Pingan's face changed slightly.

When Aunt Feng saw the swordsman in the blue shirt at this moment, she finally had a familiar feeling, and she finally looked like a young boy back then.

Yo, blushed with a guilty conscience.

It's weird, isn't it that Chen Yinguan of the Great Wall of Sword Qi can hold the city's head for another 10,000 years with his skin alone?

Chen Pingan no longer deliberately rickets, took a deep breath, clasped his fists, and smiled brightly, "Thank you, senior, for taking care of him."

Aunt Feng nodded and made it through at one point. She is indeed a smart and careful person, and she has been away from home for many years in her youth. She has maintained that early wisdom very well. Qi Jingchun has a very good vision.

In the sky of Lizhu Cave, there are some scenes and time scrolls. After Qi Jingchun makes that decision, it is destined that no one can see it.

As she said personally before, Qi Jingchun's temper is really not too good.

After Qi Jingchun took the young man to the corridor bridge, he made a rule with everyone to take care of his eyes and not to look at the young man in Mud Bottle Alley.

One of the old guys broke the rules and was once cleaned up by Qi Jingchun and almost wanted to take the initiative to reincarnate.

She is the only exception.

It's not that she is optimistic about Chen Ping An's bet, but the allusion of "burning the dragon's forehead with wormwood" in her early years, because she once had so much protection for the real dragon under the sky.

Aunt Feng nodded, no longer speaking in her heart, and said softly: "On the side of the capital, I have a place to stay on the side of the Huoshen Temple."

Chen Ping'an clasped his fist and said, "I turned my head back but had a private business. I must go there to meet seniors."

She reminded: "Before you come, remember to say hello. Someone has long wanted to see you. It is not easy for him to go out every time, so he has to report to the Ministry of Etiquette."

In fact, Chen Ping'an had a few prospective candidates in his mind, such as the treasurer of the drug store in his hometown Yang, and the general Su Gaoshan who accompanied the emperor's temple.

It's just that on the side of the predecessors, I won't be shook up with these little cleverness, anyway, I will meet each other sooner or later.

Aunt Feng's eyes were extremely humane and gentle, and she sighed, "It's not easy to get to this point in just a few decades. If you leave, it won't delay your busy business."

Chen Ping'an is looking at his shirt.

Dressed in a green shirt as a salute.

There was a lot of spring breeze in my hometown.

There was once a year when spring went very late and summer came very late.

Aunt Feng treated it calmly.

I did such a big favor to Qi Jingchun, but what if he was thanked by his younger brother, and didn't have a single snowflake.

Before leaving, Aunt Feng and this young man who never let Qi Jingchun down, reminded in their hearts: "Except me, you have to be careful. By the way, one of them is in the capital."

Chen Pingan straightened up and smiled: "The juniors have always been very careful, so they should also be careful."

Aunt Feng nodded, and the rabbit flew like a flock, flying all the way, not fast or slow, not at all speed.

Chen Ping'an was full of emotion. It turned out that Senior was also an expert who was proficient in falling down and liked to hide.

In the last scene on the roof, Chen Ping'an and the auntie Feng surprised these young talents.

I thought that the Sect Master of Luopo Mountain, who was making trouble on Zhengyang Mountain, would have a fight when he arrived at Dayi Capital.

As a result, when I saw Aunt Feng, I was so respectful and respectful. In my words, I always insisted on the younger generation's salute, and would he give this great gift when he came?

In fact, among the preachers, this woman has spent the longest time with the eleven, but she did not teach any clever Taoism, but only taught a few ways to escape with them.

The little girl widened her eyes, turned around, quickly craned her neck, smiled and beckoned and shouted: "Aunt Feng, Aunt Feng, turn around and invite you to drink good wine. The fairy house wine in Changchun Palace is expensive."

The little monk folded his hands together, nodded toward the figure of the aunt Feng, and said, "The monks don't talk, and the auntie Feng is so beautiful tonight."

Jianxiu stretched out his fingers, pressed his eyebrows, and spread out so many like-minded colleagues, without seeing or hearing.

However, as long as you are not a fool, you should understand one thing afterwards. Everyone has definitely underestimated the realm and identity of that Aunt Feng.

Chen Ping'an is about to leave, and there is nothing to talk about with these cultivating geniuses, just walking on the Yangguan Road on a single wooden bridge.

As long as the Dali Song clan is not mad, he will not let this promising young genius come to his own trouble.

Never thought that Jian Xiu hugged his fist and said, "Jingcheng Renshi, Jian Xiu Song Xu, have seen Lord Chen Shan."

Chen Ping'an had to stop, smiled and nodded, "The Jindan Jianxiu who is less than twenty years old is terrifying."

Song Xu looked awkward.

Since Song Xu, who is the leader of the eldest brother, has signed up for his own account, the other five people will learn the same way. After all, the opportunity is rare, and a few more words with this famous hermit will make money.

The Confucian gas trainer called out Mr. Chen, claiming to be a scholar at the Old Mountain Cliff Academy of Dayi, and did not go to Sui to continue his studies. He had served as a monk in the army for several years.

The young formation teacher, the woman named Han Zhoujin, said that she came from the blessed land of Qingtan under the jurisdiction of the gods.

The girl from the military family has the surname Yu. Not surprisingly, this Tianlu Pavilion is considered her home.

The Taoist priest had a public identity and served as the Daolu of the Capital. He was named Ge Ling from Jurong in the southeast boundary of Aquarius Island.

A young monk wearing a veiled meditation dress, claiming to be a young novice monk from the Translation Bureau.

The little girl seemed to be out of the mood, and smiled and said a few more words, "Grandmaster Chen, I heard that your old man had a fight with Cao Ci in Gongdelin. It was earth-shattering. I heard that she was very handsome and punched. Cao Ci's face is swollen, are you considered honorable despite defeat?"

Chen Pingan has never seen such a little girl who doesn't know how to chat. Do you think you are Gu Jianlong?

Besides, the small chats these guys had before sitting in the village were not very polite. If I remember correctly, it was this little girl who looked at the careless girl and threatened to know herself for a while, and I couldn't miss it when I passed by! Listening to the words of Ge Ling again, it seems that she had been with Pei Qian and asked about the boxing, but after a full month, she yelled that the liver hurts every day. When that Han Zhoujin said something fair, saying, "Our hidden official, looks good", the little girl started to thimble again, saying that Sister Han, what kind of eyes do you have, it is obvious.

So Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "People in the arena, misfortune comes from the mouth, and if you speak too much, you will lose."

This is still unfamiliar. Otherwise, if you change to the big disciple of the mountain, you will often squat outside the Qilongxiang shop, hold the mouth of a dog's head lying on the ground, and teach the left guardian of Qilongxiang to let him In the future, you will walk around, don’t yell, be careful when you speak. I know many friends from the rivers and lakes who slaughter pigs and slaughter dogs and open butcher shops. Not convinced...

As for why Chen Ping'an was able to understand the conversation here, of course it was due to the magical power of Jing Zhongyue's flying sword.

This natal flying sword has a lot of transformable swords, and the number depends on Chen Ping An's realm.

After Chen Ping An entered the capital, he sacrificed several flying swords made by Jing Zhongyue and flew in secret.

Han Zhoujin glanced at the moonlight on a branch of an ancient cypress not far away, jokingly saying, "Mr. Chen is a sword fairy from the upper five realms, right?"

"You must be defensive. Be careful to sail the boat for ten thousand years."

Chen Ping'an looked complacent, raised his sleeves, waved at will, and put a sword of light into his sleeves.

The sword light seemed to have blended with the moonlight, so there was no trace.

Song Xu was impressed. He is Jian Xiu, so he knows the weight of Chen Ping's hand most.

Flying swords transform the void and hide somewhere, as long as it is a sword repairer, anyone can.

However, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth is not static or unsteady. If the talisman is refined into the sword and the sword intent is melted, it is just that this kind of magic superimposes its advantages and disadvantages. The advantage is that it is difficult to find traces, and the trajectory of the flying sword is more hidden. , The disadvantage is that it damages the "purity" of Feijian and affects its killing power.

And Chen Pingan's sword light is like a long river of time, with fish swimming in the water.

Like a fish swimming around the water body.

The hidden official just shook his arm, let Song Xu know the gap.

In short, if Chen Ping An really wants to commit murder tonight, as Yu Yu said earlier, he can cut melons and vegetables, he can kill him at will.

Of course, they are not without some "unreasonable" back players, but against this hidden official of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, it is true that they have no chance of winning.

There is nothing embarrassing to admit, anyway, the five sword fairy embryos of Jiashen account, they are the top geniuses of a whole barren world, and their elaborate siege failed.

And the six of them, after all, are just the so-called top notch.

Chen Ping An had changed their familiar faces and planned to leave. After all, Dong Hu was still waiting at the entrance of the alley. Chen Ping An was willing to nostalgia for the old servant who had met when he was a teenager.

Ge Ling called out Chen Jianxian.

Chen Ping'an doubted: "Is there anything else?"

Ge Ling pointed to a place, and said helplessly: "The trail is so shallow, what can be done, but Chen Jianxian's other flying sword, can you put it away? The trail's back is chilly, and I always feel panicked."

Chen Ping'an nodded and praised: "Xiao Xianjun's wise eyes are like torches, like opening the sky."

Ge Ling clasped his fists on his chest, shook it lightly, and said with a smile: "Chen Jianxian is so admirable, I dare not be it. But you can borrow Chen Jianxian's good words to be promoted to the fairy king sooner."

"It's easy to talk and talk, if it's a match, I have a lot of good words here."

Chen Ping'an smiled and waved again, a sword light gathered into his sleeve, and then another.

There are six sword lights in total. There are six people on the roof, everyone has a share.

Ge Ling and Han Zhoujin, who was a formation teacher, looked at each other and laughed bitterly.

The two of them, among the six, are already the monks who are best at surveying the heavens and the earth's spirit and looking for clues.

The little girl turned her head, this time she has learned well, knowing to look away, and then muttered: "It's really insidious, not decent. They are all sword fairies, and they bullied us little earth fairies like this."

Chen Pingan stretched out a finger, knocked on his ear, and said with a smile: "This girl, she would rather hit people than swear, and don't be heard when she swears. She is still the old rule of walking the rivers and lakes."

The little girl pecks at the rice, "Although I don't know why Chen Jianxian is so nagging, but I think it is reasonable."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Excellent, excellent. Being able to accept good words and words, such as the people who have accumulated a lot of money in the city, become a rich man with a wealth of money."

Talking about money, right? She loves to hear these words, and she is more pleasing to the swordsman in blue shirts at once.

Ge Ling smiled and said: "Chen Jianxian actually passed by Xiaoguan before, and the trail is temporarily practicing there, and there is still tea for guests."

It's the small Taoist temple under the administration of Chongxu Bureau, which manages the affairs of the Daomen of the Capital.

Chen Pingan didn't have any polite remarks, so let's forget it, no longer stay here, and his figure disappeared on the roof of Tianlu Pavilion.

As soon as Chen Ping’an left, there was still silence. After a while, the young Taoist put away a magical power and said that he should have really gone. The little girl sighed, looked at the Confucian trainer, and said that I was pulling Chen. Ping An has talked so much, how many words has he said, or is it not?

The latter shook his head, just said all the words without moving.

As a result, another sword light flashed.

The little monk folded his hands together, "Buddha bless nothing tonight. Tomorrow I will go to the merit box to donate incense money."

Yu Yu stomped, "Is it annoying, my grandmother finally understands why Jiashen's account has suffered. I'm in a high state, and I still don't know how to do things."

Song Xu smiled and reminded: "When he was ambushed on the Great Wall of Jianqi, Mr. Chen's cultivation level is actually not high."

They were too lazy to change places, so they sat down on the roof, drank, and practiced spiritually.

According to the plan of the national teacher Cui Yang, within the next hundred years, within the southern border of Aquarius Island, a sect, eleven Qi practitioners, at least the Yupu realm, and a territorial martial artist will suddenly appear. Founded the sect. Everyone present, plus the other five, will be the founder of the mountain.

Every suzerain must be a disciple of a Confucian academy, and at least he must be a gentleman.

If you are embarrassed to do things in the Tu Confucian Temple, I will start the Dali Dynasty first and try to see the effect.

The strategy that Wen Hai Zhou Mi gave back then, Haoran does not need to deny it all.

Because of people's waste, it is contrary to the knowledge of work.

Han Zhoujin lay down on his back and murmured with a smile: "The hidden officer really looks good."

Yu Yu sat cross-legged and rolled her eyes.

The last sword light quietly disappeared.

It seemed that just such a sincere and unintentional words from the female formation teacher scared off a flying sword of the young hermit.

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Dong Hu was left aside by the young mountain lord before. The old attendant felt helpless, but he didn’t get very angry. The things we talked with the mountain lord tonight are of great importance. Don’t wait for a while, it’s Chen Pingan. He didn't return like this, so he waited till dawn, and the old man didn't complain.

Dong Hu glanced at the alley not far away. The old Yuanying named Liu Jia, who was recorded in the ceremonial department, stood in place, closed his eyes and meditated, practicing spiritual cultivation, why don't you make a soaring.

As for the young man from the Zhao family in Tianshui, squatting on the ground licking a handful of peanuts, saw the sight of the old servant, and stretched out his hand, Dong Hu waved his hand with a smile. Eat, eat, your grandfather and your father are all fat people.

It seems that although the old attendant did not complain, he was a bit angry.

I really don't know what the Chinese teacher thought back then, so I found such an old antique guard house that closed the door and only knew how to practice. He doesn't make money, he never takes a half step out of the alley all year round, but what about Zhao Duanming, doesn't he talk to the preacher about outside affairs?

The young hippie smiled and said: "Grandpa Dong, don't look at me, you don't know. Every time I go out, I only go to Cao Jiugui to eat and drink, chat and fart, and I don't talk about business at all. Let's talk about it. If an unscrupulous person runs out of his mouth, what can be serious?"

Dong Hu, the old servant, according to official rules, although he had a good relationship with Zhao in Tianshui, he could not be regarded as the person who spoke to Zhao in Tianshui in the temple. In fact, among the surnames of Shangzhu State, Zhao was in the officialdom of the capital. Weight. Because the official plate of the Tianshui Zhao family in Dayi is mainly the two pieces of the Ministry of Households and the Ministry of Industry, and they are not top-notch, no one becomes the chief official.

However, the Ma Zheng of the Dayi court has always been firmly controlled by the Tianshui Zhao family, so the relationship with the border army can be imagined.

To Zhao Duanming, a cultivator who has clearly given up his identity as the head of the future Tianshui Patriarch, the old maid is no stranger to him. There is no stranger to the old attendant. In Yichi Lane, he will meet each other when he walks through the house during the holidays. The Creator, when he was a child, often led a group of his peers in Yichi Lane, and killed them mightily, fighting against the seed brothers of the same age on Chi'er Street.

These two streets with the longest history in Dali, each generation has a child king,

There are only a few children. They had no swollen noses and swollen faces when they were young, and they would have their own koo-headed sergeants, who were responsible for reading military books and helping to line up troops, but if they really wanted to fight, they would not talk about the rules and regulations.

For example, those who are a generation older than Zhao Duanming, Cao Gengxin, Liu Xunmei, etc., are also in the same situation.

However, Cao Gengxin is the most insidious. He specializes in dealing with girls in two streets. Before every fight, he will whisper to them and ask for money from those who are sisters and sisters, saying that he can take people to protect so and so. , It can be guaranteed that whoever gets a few punches, at least can stand home. This guy has business savvy. He knew that he would hire people to build wooden knives and bamboo knives at a young age. Every time he fanned fire and caused a fight, he would start distributing weapons. Of course, it was a lease, and he had to pay.

Because children born in Yichi Lane, the bigger the official hats of their ancestors in officialdom, they are often beaten by Chi'er Street, and if they are caught, they will be beaten to death.

As for Yuan Zhengding, who was about the same age as Cao Gengxin, he didn't like to mix up these messy things at a young age, which was extremely special.

Earlier, there was also a group of patrolling envoy Cao Ping, and Father Guan liked to watch these slapsticks the most when he was alive. The most detrimental thing was the old man at the back door of Guan’s house, stacked all year round. Bricks, no money, just take them away.

That’s how Dong Hu came here. A few sons, to today’s grandsons, and even a few granddaughters, no matter whether they like fighting or not, there is no shortage of beatings and being beaten. Every time the child is on the battlefield. Soldiers, whoever dares not to go will be xenophobic afterwards. Therefore, there has always been a saying in the officialdom of Dayi that people who have not borrowed the bricks of the Guan family will generally not have any great prospects.

Dong Hu thinks that such a big city is very good.

In the two streets, there are both childish and childish reading and cries of fighting.

After all, Dong Hu was old, and he was not in the court anyway, so he squatted on the side of the road with his back against the corner.

Liu Jia opened his eyes and said with a smile: "A servant like a big official would also squat on the ground. It is insulting to be gentle and out of style."

After all, the old monk was not blind and deaf, and no matter what happened outside, there were still some gossips from friends.

I only heard that this old magistrate, who had been in the office of the Ministry of Rites for half his life, was in the officialdom, his knees were not too hard, and his general publicity was average.

Of course, these official affairs, he is a layman, and he would not really think that this high official, who never said hard words, must be a counselor.

After all, the officialdom of Dali, especially the temples in the capital, is really ruthless, and there are many who do not say ruthless things but do ruthless things.

Dong Hu said in a huff: "Lao Tzu is not you gods who don't need to eat. You **** every day. You can't squat, stand and pull, huh?"

Tonight, His Majesty the Emperor urgently summoned him to enter the palace to discuss matters, and then put on such a chore. The longer the old attendant waited, the mood gradually deteriorated, especially the peach-blossom eyes of the empress dowager at that time, narrowed to seep.

But in fact, Dong Hu's impression of the young mountain owner of the downfall mountain is not bad, and even Dong Hu always thinks that the old Lizhu cave sky is really good feng shui.

So talented people come out in large numbers.

The Ministry of Etiquette is in charge of the landscape of a country, and he is the Lord Minister, and he knows a lot about the inside story.

Even if it was the unruly and unruly Ma Kuxuan, in the midst of battles, how could he slacken off?

In addition, there are Zhao You, who is already an official in the capital, and Lin Shouyi, who is now in the capital. Which one is not a genius among geniuses?

Liu Jia smiled and said, "The servant-lady will continue to squat and drink northwest wind."

Dong Hu turned his head and exhaled angrily: "Duanming, let's knock some peanuts."

Zhao Duanming shook his wrist and stood up to clap his hands, "Nothing."

Liu Jia smiled while stroking his beard, a good apprentice, and one mind with the master.

In fact, Chen Pingan had already returned to the vicinity of the alley, but he did not show up in a hurry. He didn't deliberately put on airs. He just wanted to see more of the patience of the old attendant.

Conscience is when the night is clear.

By the side of the river where the lights were as bright as the day before, a wine bureau finally dissipated. The young officials resisted the swelling of alcohol and said goodbye to the seniors who had bigger official hats until they were gone. , Immediately stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, ran all the way to the river, squatting and vomiting on the stomach, retching and tears came out.

Drinking is uncomfortable, and I feel even more uncomfortable.

Han Chuang studied hard for twenty years, and finally became an official, but he wanted to smile at the wine table.

The old man from his hometown squatted aside and patted the young man on the back.

This young man was hailed by Li Shilin as Toshihiko who "articles are like snow".

If you don’t have enough talent, you will accept your fate, but if you have a tall talent, you have to wrong yourself at the wine table like this. Then you feel wronged. What's wrong? If the young people don't feel wrong, then the old people don't need to lead the young people.

The young man raised the back of his hand, wiped the corners of his eyes, smiled bitterly, and tremblingly said: "Master, even if I only drink one drink a month, I can't bear it. When will I be tall?"

The old man smiled and said, "When you become a high official, you can drink less if it is someone's turn to invite you to drink. If you are in a good mood and the drinks are good, drink more."

The young man turned his head and retched, drank the river, lowered his head to rinse his mouth, and then sat on the ground. He could no longer vomit and finally felt better.

The old man sat on the side steps and smiled and said: "People say that heaven can't help people rich and noble, and people alone are free. In officialdom, of course, it will only be less leisure. Just get used to it. But there is a saying that used to be my imperial examination room. The teacher told me that the same thing is that after the wine bureau today, his old man said that no matter how much you study, if you still don't know how to be close to humans, you should not be an official at all, because scholars should learn to understand the world. "

Having said that, there was a pause, and the old man smiled while stroking his beard, "So you kid, you have to pay it back."

The red-faced young man became more and more self-confident, and said softly: "Master, you can only owe the money for drinks."

The old man laughed and said: "Don't worry, I will pay it back when I have money. I'm still strong. You can save your salary first, my wife. It's not easy to live in Beijing. If you want to marry a local beautiful girl, more Money wasted."

Seeing that the young man was still a little embarrassed, the old man smiled and said, "A gentleman establishes a career, and he is poor and not ashamed."

The young official shook his head, bowed and thanked the old man silently.

There is still a grievance left before, but there are not so many.

The old man and the young man walked together on the street. It was late at night and still lively.

Another wine game also ended.

The man smiled and asked: "How?"

The two fairies smiled. It is true that they have misunderstood the elders of the division. But I can't blame them for thinking too much, not to mention just talking about accompany wine, how unpleasant to spread it out.

The scholar who is a member of the Criminal Department, Wailang, is indeed a gentleman. The things we talked about at the banquet in the past were mostly the customs of the hometown. Of course, we also said some official scenes, such as the hope that their sects and genealogical masters can go down the mountain more. In addition to the red dust experience, they should also benefit the country. Sheltered the people in one place.

In the river, a Tsing Yi **** hovered over the water, looking up at the restaurant lights on the bank of the calamus river.

The God of the Changpu River, because the river section is not long, the landscape is not high, and the sixth grade. This is because of the feet of the emperor. Otherwise, he will be in charge of such a small water area that his colleagues laughed as "a few buckets of water". Locally, I found a He Bo Duxuan that was worthy of the official ranks.

A mansion Aquaman next to him hurriedly reached out to dissipate the nasty running water, so as not to dirty the official robes of his water **** master, then rubbed his hands and smiled: "Master, this street is really unthinkable. It is so noisy all night long. I can't bear it. Sure enough, the master is big, and the prime minister can hold a boat in his belly. If the master goes to the court to be an official, it will be fine, at least one of the hall officials will start."

The river **** smiled and said, "Could it be that you drank too much and talked about drunken things?"

He has been here for hundreds of years. Anyway, since the first day of the establishment of Dali, he has been the **** of water on the Changpu River, so he has seen almost all the emperors, generals, civil servants and generals, and he has also been arrogant. The domineering, extravagant and desperate generations, the fierce generals of the Fan Zhen came to Beijing, and they were even more in groups.

This calamus river **** has the deepest memory, and is rather strange. It is not someone who has accomplished some feat, or who has become the rebellious courtier who tried to usurp the country and ruined his reputation, but in the last hundred years, Those old official robes and official boots that are heavily worn are hung around the waist with cheap jade pendants of crude materials and unacceptable carvings.

Even to this day, especially in Yichi Lane and Chi'er Street, many officials participating in the court will change their official robes and boots, but the jade pendant still does not change.

This seems to be an unwritten rule in the officialdom of Dayi.

I heard that there was a dynasty meeting, a stunned young man who came from a high school and entered the officialdom, one day changed a piece of jade pendant, which is priceless.

In the end, Mr. Guan had many sharp eyes. The first thing he noticed was that he called friends and called friends. A bunch of central and important ministers gathered around the young official to watch the fun. They all envied each other, asked the price, and praised the carving work well. This made the young official embarrassed.

Later in the middle of the night, the young people first came here to drank their sorrows, and then saw that there was no one around, they were so aggrieved that they wailed, saying that these old foxes were ganged up to disgusting people, bullying people, and innocent wealth, and bought The jade pendant, why can't you hang it?

Later, the officer of the Dali Military Department, who was young and then no longer young, was still a civilian. In a battle for the city, he died on the battlefield with the capital.

During a court meeting in the capital, a few old people who were very old, after retreating, these old guys who had once laughed at the stunned young man walked out together, and then stood together somewhere outside the palace with their arms folded.

Those old people who had long been dazzled and deaf with loose teeth, and could no longer laugh loudly, did not say anything, they seemed to hear the clanging sound.

Therefore, this calamus river **** feels sincerely that only this century-old Dali Capital can be really intoxicating.

It seems that generations of young people will have so much pride in the temple or on the battlefield as many drinks have been drunk.

A faint sword light flashed away.

In this brightly lit place, the gods could not predict this sword light.

Like the water **** of calamus, he didn't notice it.

Chen Pingan sat on a wall not far from the alley, tucked his sword light into his sleeves, and put his cheek in one hand, slightly smiling.

Standing up, falling on the street, went to see the old servant Dong Hu.

Inside the Dali Palace.

His Majesty the Emperor and the Empress Dowager sat opposite each other in a small room. Next to Song He, there was a young woman named Yu Mian, who was the Queen of Dayi, who was born in the Yu family of Zhu Kingdom.

Without any Dali civil and military officials to accompany the discussions, it was like just a family chat.

Yu Mian was holding a ball fan, tilted his body slightly, leaning on the flower table, and helping His Majesty the Emperor to fan gently. Because the house is not big, and there is no window open tonight, the heat is not small.

Yu is the surname of all Shangzhu countries, which is relatively far from officialdom. Nowadays, in name, it only cares about all the official silk and tea services of Dali in the local area.

Compared with the "mother-in-law" next to her, Yu Mian, the daughter-in-law of the Song family, is really not well-known, and even in the court, there is no such thing as "viable".

At most, they are participating in the sacrifices as usual, or chatting with those who enter the palace.

Song He asked softly: "Can't the empress hand over the broken piece of porcelain?"

Do not confuse family affairs and state affairs. What's more, what the Song family wants to get is already in the bag, so why bother with such a small matter.

What are you keeping? Useless.

In fact, news came from the Qintian Supervisor at that time, and by the way, he took a landscape painting of Zhengyang Mountain and Guoyunlou Inn into the palace, copied it down, and handed it to his majesty the emperor.

As soon as Song He saw Chen Ping's actions at the time, he knew that this matter would definitely be a lot of trouble.

The woman suddenly angrily said: "When is the family affairs of the House of the Son of Heaven not a state matter anymore?! The monarch of a country, the prince of the ninety-five years, this is simple. I want me to teach you?"

She stretched out a palm and held the case table, "He Chen Ping'an, as a citizen of Dali, got a few bags of gold and fine copper from a mud-legged man in those days, and he got a few bags of gold and copper money to buy Shiliu Poshan. Zongmen, for so many years, when did he have a good face with the Dali court? He even deliberately even turned a blind eye to the Longzhou area, from the Superintendent Office to the provincial governor, the county governor, and the county magistrate. Do you want to contact?"

"Luopo Mountain established the sect, even without passing through my Dali imperial court, causing our Dali Song clan to lose face to the Middle-earth Confucian Temple! This is his Chen Ping'an sincerity?!"

"Heh, you can pull the bamboo emperor to drink tea at the first-line Fengzu Shitang. It has only been a few years in Luopo Mountain, so I dare to be so impudent. In a few years, will I come here for tea? Your Majesty, are you planning to let me serve him tea and water?"

The emperor could only smile wryly.

And Queen Dali, always lowered her brows and pleasing to the eye, her attitude was weak.

She put down the ball fan, placed it gently, silently, picked up a tangerine from the porcelain basin, with five fingers like green onions, cut the orange with a thin hand, and then gently handed it to the emperor.

In fact, the woman didn't like this daughter-in-law too much. She was too clever and sensible, too submissive, too sharp and introverted. In short, she was too much like the woman she was when she was young.

However, this marriage was arranged by the Emperor Xian himself, and the national teacher specifically arranged it. How could she dare to say nothing?

The woman talked more and more angry, and slapped the table, "Song He, don't forget, I am the foundation of the country!"

She turned to look at Yu Mian, "Go down."

The queen immediately got up, grabbed her to say goodbye, and then picked up the ball fan, Song He frowned slightly, and was about to grab her hand, the woman's fingers moved slightly, shaking quietly.

Song He knowingly smiled and stopped stopping her from leaving.

The woman pretended not to see the little gesture of her daughter-in-law, she just sneered in her heart, Hu Meizi! Really more vixen than vixen.

When Yu Mian left, the woman immediately no longer looked very annoyed, and said with a gloomy face: "Don't forget the word harmony, this Chen Ping'an knows about this, and you think he has never met before. Are you closer, or closer to the'Song Mu' who has been a neighbor for many years?! Don't forget, in the Dadu Temple, you should be the one who walked with Chen Ping An, who was lucky enough to return home. Song Jixin in Ni Ping Alley is the feudal lord Song Mu accompanied by Dali, not your majesty!"

The emperor was silent.

The woman smiled and said, "Your Majesty, leave it alone. I know how to deal with Chen Pingan."

Empress Dali Yu Mian walked slowly in the corridor, and a few court ladies who followed her not far behind her were light-footed and well-mannered, but none of them looked like walking on thin ice.

Yu Mian would occasionally ask about some strange people and interesting things about the Lizhu Cave. His Majesty would only say that one of them was one thing she remembered deeply. He heard that the young mountain owner who grew up eating a hundred schools of food, after his success, Luopo Mountain And the shop in Qilong Alley will still take care of the neighbors in the neighborhood. Whenever a woodsman rests at the gate of Luopo Mountain, a little girl in black who is in charge of the gate will serve out tea. She puts a table on the side of the road during the day and takes it back at night.

So in fact, she had a good feeling for that Luopo Mountain. Because I feel very similar to my natal family.

But she thinks so, what can she do. It doesn't matter how she thinks.

She turned her head and looked towards the night, the bright moon was in the sky, and she didn't know whether it was cloudy or sunny or gusty.

She only knows one truth.

A wealthy gateway, often with poor relatives, never return empty-handed, it is a loyal home.

Passing by the high gate, the people will not like to avoid disasters, and deliberately walk through quickly, it is the gate of goodness.

Outside the alley at Renyun Yiyun Tower.

Chen Pingan clasped his fists and smiled, "Let Dong Shilang wait a long time."

Dong Hu just saw a blue shirt on the street and immediately got up. When he heard these words, his heartstrings became even more tense.

And the second sentence of this young man with many identities made Dong Hu's mood even more complicated. He didn't know whether to be happy or worried.

Because Chen Ping’an smiled and said, “I’m sorry Dong Shilang returned to the palace to report that he really wanted to talk, so let the woman come here to talk in person, or I’m going to her house as a guest.”

Dong Hu asked softly, "Really?"

Chen Ping'an turned his head, looked at the elderly coachman who seemed to be napping, and asked, "Is it not pleasing to my eyes?"

Dong Hu is one big and two big, the coachman didn't even look at you from beginning to end, Chen Ping'an.

The old coachman opened his eyes and said indifferently: "So what, so what?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Sure enough, he was the second senior who spoke."

The old coachman twitched his mouth, "Practicing?"

Just as Chen Pingan was about to speak, he suddenly raised his head, and saw a whirlpool suddenly appeared over the entire Aquarius Island, and then a sword light went straight down to the city of Dali Capital.

Chen Ping'an knew that he was right to leave the inn on his own initiative, otherwise he must have been beaten.

Because the man who played the sword was the Ning Yao who was lying on the table and thinking more and more annoyed. As a result, he saw this old and selling old coachman, practicing, practicing your mother's training.