The sword light from the sky, straight and straight, descended on the world.

  As a result, the old coachman was like a wooden man standing still, arrogant and dry, stuck in the same place, abruptly hit by the sword light, but he held his hands high and forcibly took the sword.

  Anyway, in the eyes of the veteran infant Liu Jia who was in charge of guarding the alleys and roads, he was so heroic and immediately admired. He never thought that in the city of Dali, there was such a hero who was able to find him to have a chance to drink.

The next moment, the old coachman was pierced by a sword, and he was trapped a dozen miles under the city of Dali Capital. On the street, a well-sized pit appeared on the street. Because the sword light was too sharp, the surrounding ground was nothing. crack.

But in Chen Ping’an’s eyes, it’s not as simple as that. In fact, when the sky vortex appeared, the old coachman began to operate some magical powers, making the human body like a glass city, like a dojo made up of thousands of glass. This old man who chose to hide himself like Fengshen Fengshen was absolutely unwilling to carry that sword light.

  At the same time, the old coachman squinted in the direction of the central city, obviously waiting for the light of the sword over there to appear, using his sword against the sword. It’s just that, for some reason, Dali imitated Bai Yujing, as if he hadn’t noticed it, he was clearly a sword immortal of the ascending realm. !

So the moment the sword light fell from the vortex, the old coachman shrank the mountains and rivers without hesitation, stepped out of the capital in one step, and appeared in the land of Gyeonggi a hundred miles away, and then his body shattered like colored glaze. Hundreds of colorful streamed fireflies were made, and they suddenly dispersed, fleeing in all directions. As a result, hundreds of murderous sword lights appeared in the vortex of the sky, one by one pointed accurately to the escape direction of the old coachman stream firefighter's figure. The old coachman had to gather the colored glazed light, put the pure divinity into his place, bite the bullet and shrank the mountains and rivers again, and returned to the streets of the capital, because only the first sword light has the least killing intention and the most shallow killing intent. light.

  It seems that Ning Yao is talking to the old coachman about the simplest truth. If you don’t run away, you will lead your sword. If you run away, you will ask the sword.

  These are all things in a flash, a capital city. I am afraid that apart from Chen Ping'an and Aunt Feng, who looked up at the fire temple, few people can detect the old coachman’s "hundreds of turns".

  Under the earth, the old coachman stood in the air, draped in golden armor, and his hands and feet were surrounded by golden dragons. A vortex of flowing golden blood appeared at the feet of the old man. The body of the ancient gods was actually consumed by a sword.

The old man is like standing at the bottom of a water well. The whole sword well is worthy of the name. Numerous small sword qi crisscrosses, and the pure sword intent is almost transformed into substance, making a well head thick like mercury flowing out, and there is also a continuous movement in it. Swordsmanship, this makes the water well round wall even appear a kind of "Daoism" trace, resting on the mountain, this is a well-deserved fairy trail, and can even be regarded as a piece of supremacy that can be used by later generations of swordsmen to devote themselves to the realization of a century. Sword Sutra!

A young woman carrying a sword box, standing in a long river of slender water like a stream, since she is outside the five elements, the soil and roots under the capital of Dayli are naturally not restricted to her figure, the sword is hovering, Ning Yao It was just a slight movement of mind, and all traces of swordsmanship in a well were broken, and then he asked: "Practice?"

Chen Pingan’s questioning boxing between Gongdelin and Cao Ci in the Confucian Temple is not suitable for the near future. It is a medicine jar. Zhengyangshan’s questioning sword is an old account accumulated for many years. Ning Yao is not easy to stop, but in this big city of Lijing, Chen Ping An only came to the Empress Dowager Empress for an explanation, so in addition, whether it was aunt Feng or the coachman, whoever wanted to attack Chen Ping An had to ask her first and nod her head.

  The old coachman said in a deep voice: "Have you ever killed a high position in the colorful world?!"

  Ning Yao asked back: "So what, so what?"

  Two words from the old coachman and Chen Pingan.

  Ning Yao just returned to the old coachman.

  The old coachman was silent for a moment, "I asked Chen Pingan to join hands. What does it have to do with you as a foreigner?"

  In fact, what the old coachman meant was that in this big city, Chen Ping’an and I had to go through the old accounts or practice, at least tonight, no one would die. You, Ningyao, are a foreigner, so what are you doing? Besides, you are already the number one person in the colorful world. Every time you shoot a sword in Haoran, you should carefully weigh the weight of the rules of the heavens, and the conflict between the two worlds in the avenue of heaven. Aftereffects!

  It's okay not to say this sentence, Ning Yao's sword intent is fairly stable, and he is not murderous. When the old coachman said something, he noticed something was wrong, as if this Ning Yao listened to the words and accepted the literal meaning, but did not listen to the old coachman's meaning.

  Ning Yao squinted and smiled, "Senior said something fair."

  I have nothing to do with that guy.

  Going to ask for relatives, the matchmaker’s words, and posting in return, after so many years, there is really nothing.

If it is said that in the Great Wall of Sword Qi, there are all kinds of reasons, such as the boss Sword Fairy saying nothing, wait until he has returned home safely, he has come to Haoran with the sword, that guy is still so stupid, one Procrastination, I like him, so I don't say anything. Besides, there are some things, what should a woman say, how to speak?

  Which green onion are you, come to remind me Ning Yao?

next moment.

The old coachman’s figure was shot out of the ground with a single sword. Ning Yao once again smashed him out of Aquarius Island and fell into the sea. The old coachman leaned into the sea, and a huge waterless land appeared. , Like a big bowl, stirred up layers of stormy waves in all directions, completely disrupting the water transportation within a thousand miles.

  The old coachman knelt on one knee, vomiting blood, full of golden blood, but the old man was horrified to discover that the place where he fell was actually a hidden hometown, where is the sea eye mausoleum? And here, could it actually lead to that brand new world? !

  Ning Yao's high-level deity in the colorful world is one of the twelve high-levels under the armoured man, the single-eyed?

  Otherwise, how can she see through the ancient ruins and savage plots that were not found in the Middle-earth Confucian Temple?

  Ning Yao expressionlessly, "Get out of the way, don't hinder the sword."

  If the old coachman is amnesty, he will go away in an instant, make up his mind, avoid his edge, and not go to Dali.

Ning Yao slightly shifted his sight, squinted his eyes and said: "It is for you to go back to the capital city of Dali and relive the old with someone. If you agree, go your own way, if you don't agree, you can just run away. Hiding, if I can't find you, count me as losing."

  Ning Yao Yujian hovered above the sea, and only said two words, "Come here."

  The colorful world, countless sword auras condensed, madly surging, and finally gathered into a sword light, and between the two worlds, like opening the sky, each has a sky curtain like a gate opening, making way for that sword light.

  There is a sword to travel far, be a guest Haoran.

  This is the first person in the world in the true sense.

  The sword light envelops the infinite avenue and comes to the sea in the vast world.

  From the tomb in the sea, a huge image of an ascending ghost appeared, roaring endlessly. It stepped on the bottom of the sea with one foot, and grabbed the figure of a woman who was as small as a mustard seed with one hand.

  The appearance of the sword light made the entire awe-inspiring world bright as day, but the sword light was shining, fleeting, and the world returned to night.

  In fact, soaring from the sword to Haoran, many things are caused by the mind of Ning Yao's woman.

  For example, he has been deliberately downplaying the fact that he is a sword repairman in the ascension realm. On his side, Ning Yao never talks much about the inside story of the colorful world, the first person in the new world? Who?

  For example, in Zhengyang Mountain, she attended the ceremony just like she did. In fact, she just dropped her sword casually, not to mention Yuan Zhenye, the sovereign bamboo emperor, and the entire Zhengyang Mountain’s thousands of miles of mountains and rivers would be gone.

Ning Yao never robs him of the limelight as long as she is away from home and walking with him. For example, if he took the house to the house this time, she would always use the phrase "Sword Xiu Ning Yao, or Feisheng City Ning Yao, otherwise she would simply just Say the name.

  After all, Chen Ping’an became a sword repairman, stumbled, bumpy, and difficult.

   And she Ning Yao's life, practicing sword is too simple.

  As soon as she thought of this, she felt that she was not so annoyed, and she began to return to Aquarius Island with Yujian, but the speed was not fast, lest someone wanted to go wrong.

  As for the ascending ghost that didn’t know what to plan, it had been severely injured by her with a single sword, leaving traces, and then handed it over to the Confucian Temple for disposal.

  On the streets of the capital, the young Zhao Duanming discovered that the swordsman in the green shirt, whose surname was Chen Dangshan, had been watching his nose and his heart, as if he was a coward who met a ghost at night.

  As for today’s series of weird things, the old servant Dong from the neighbourhood came here to find someone. The old coachman didn’t deal with it when he met the man. As a result, the old coachman just said he wanted to practice, but he was inexplicably trained by others.

  Zhao Duanming is too lazy to think about the cause, but thinks that the thrilling kendo atmosphere is not a great sword immortal in the fairyland, and he can't make such a big move even if he is killed?

Chen Pingan, who has been paying attention to imitating Bai Yujing, breathed a sigh of relief and was quite surprised. He did not understand why there was no sword to stop him. But since it is a good thing, there is no need to think about why for now, turning around and smiling and asked: "Your name is Zhao Duanming? Is it a child of the Zhao family in Tianshui County?"

  A young man who can be so acquainted with Zuo Shi Lang from the Ministry of Rites, most likely, is still out of mind in Chixiang and Chi'er Street. Furthermore, the Tianshui Zhao family of Shangzhu Kingdom has a deep connection with the Dayi Border Army. There is a family disciple who is practicing here, so close to Renyun Yiyun Tower, it makes sense.

  Zhao Duanming questioned: "Senior are you?"

  Chen Pingan thought that the teenager had guessed his identity, after all, Dong Hu previously called himself "Chen Shanzhu".

  I just thought of being blocked before, as if we can’t overestimate the worldliness of the master and disciple janitor?

  Chen Pingan had to introduce himself: "I come from Luopo Mountain, and my surname is Chen."

Zhao Duanming was stunned on the spot and murmured: "Isn't it possible? Cao Jiugui said that the fallen mountain master Chen Shan is so handsome that every time he goes shopping, the little ladies in his hometown scream when they meet them. A woman fainted on the spot."

  Cao Jiugui, the bastard, has been soaking in the wine tank all day long. As expected, there is no sober word. Why is Chen Ping'an in front of him so handsome? Also "beautiful appearance, clear spirit, and forget the mundane when you see it, women in the world will lose their souls when they see it, so Chen Ping'an helped the mountain to be named Luoposhan"? !

  Your uncle’s Cao Gengxin, I didn’t recognize Chen Pingan’s identity at a glance, so I will ask you to settle the account again, and I must drink to ruin you.

  Chen Ping’an kept smiling and said, “If you have the opportunity, you must help me and thank Cao Duzao for his kind words.”

  The famous drunkard Cao Gengxin, took the post of the head of the Longzhou Kiln Administration. Therefore, Cao Gengxin has a very good relationship with the surnames of Huaihuang County, many Longzhou landscape gods, and various genealogical masters. Cao Gengxin is far more than Wu Yuan, the first county magistrate in the history of Lizhu Dongtian, to join the locals, so he is more regarded as a local. This Junyan Cao from the capital, in those years, seemed to have done nothing but just take a drink every day. Then it has nothing to do with Luopo Mountain.

Just talking about Wei Bo and Zhu Lian, they all have a very good impression of this supervisor. For the new supervisor who later replaced Cao Gengxin, even if he was also a child of the capital of the capital, Wei Bo’s evaluation is that he is too unwilling to do so. As an official, it is not worthy to buy a wine and a jug for Cao Duzao.

  Chen Ping’an turned around and reminded the old servant: "Dong Shilang?"

  Dong Hu sighed, and asked tentatively: "Chen Shanzhu really wants to do this?"

  It is very embarrassing to let a big empress dowager come in person. Even if he was just helping Chen Ping'an with a word, Dong Hu felt that holding his hands was hot, and talking with his mouth.

As soon as the old coachman had no records in his own ceremonial department’s secret files, Dong Hu didn’t know the realm and roots of the other party. He only knew that it was one of the royal worships of the Dayi Song clan. Besides, there were some things, just relying on the brute force on the mountain. Destined to be unable to solve completely.

  Chen Pingan Point

   said at the head: "Dong Shilang will report to the palace later, just tell her that, it's her business whether he comes or not."

  Dong Hu glanced at the carriage, smiled bitterly, the coachman was gone, and he could not drive.

  Guardian old Yuan Ying Liu Jia smiled and said: "I'll do this little favor. Looking back at the evaluation of the landscape at the yamen of the Ministry of Religion, Dong Lao Shi Lang remember to add a few good words."

  Dong Hu smiled and said, "Don’t think about it. Duanming, you come to help Grandpa Dong drive the car!"

  Zhao Duanming shook his head and said, "Grandpa Dong, I want to watch the door and I can’t get out of my body."

  Liu Pa put away the Baiyu Dojo, which was placed in the alley. He could not refuse Dong Hu and went to be a temporary groom. The old attendant had to say goodbye to Chen Ping’an and drove back.

It’s just that Dong Hu finally said something outside officialdom, “Chen Ping’an, if you have something to discuss, you and I are both Dali people, and I know how hard it is that the seemingly peaceful situation in Aquarius Chau has come. ."

  Chen Ping’an smiled and nodded, and after saying something, he would not send Mr. Dong off. Then he moved his sleeves with his hands and leaned his back against the wall, turning his head to look at the western sky from time to time.

   Still a little worried about Ning Yao.

  At the border between the sea and the land of Aquarius Island, the old man stopped his figure, and Aunt Feng showed up with a smile.

  The old coachman looked gloomy and hovered in the wind. After holding back for a long time, he said: "Now young people!"

  But in the second half of the sentence, the old man still resisted not speaking. It's really bad temper one by one!

Aunt Feng raised her hand, gently twisted the colorful knot refined from the essence of a hundred flowers under heaven, and smiled: "Wait, that was not over yet. Look at the love of fighting together in the early years. Come on, I kindly advise. Don’t even think about running to the ancestral court of the Chinese soldiers. Ning Yao’s temperament has already been reminded. If you don’t listen to it, then she will definitely come to the door without consequences. She is not Chen Pingan. Anyway, there is only one ruin left in her hometown."

  The old coachman glanced at his gloating colleague from the past, and said depressed: "You are the safest, no one can sin."

  Auntie Feng had a look of insincerity and surprise: "The instability of wide-ranging good relationships, you who fan the flames are actually safe. Is there such a reason in the world?"

  The old coachman glanced at the old Lizhu cave sky and whispered, "The two who spoke later than us, where are they hiding now?"

  It may be that Zou Zi who knows the most inside stories in the world, the major event. As for the trivial matters, it should be the Fengjia aunt of the **** of wind.

  Aunt Feng shook her head.

The old coachman was a little sad and sighed, and said: "In just 50 years, what counts in the past is simply your blink of an eye. I never thought that it has been turned upside down. You said how hard it was for us at the beginning, so that Today I am treated like this by two little guys who are less than fifty years old."

  Auntie Feng can't hear the boring words of her peers turning over the old almanac. Isn't it counted as lying on the book of merit and enjoying the good fortune? So she sneered: "If you don't charge any money, I'll give you the truth that Qi Jingchun told me back then, "If you get a bargain and sell well, you can think in your heart and say less."

  The old coachman sneered and said, "What can I do with a few words?"

  Auntie Feng raised her fingers, whirled them gently, a wisp of breeze followed, she smiled and said, “I can’t do anything about it.

  In the extreme distance, sword light like a rainbow rushed over, during which a cold voice rang, "Junior Ning Yao, thank Aunt Feng."

  Over the Dali Companion Capital, a top floor resembling a Bai Yujing, there was an uninvited guest from the Middle-earth Divine Continent. Before the sword light from the sky was about to fall, he began to play rascals.

  I saw an old scholar holding the arm of the borderless man with both hands, “I can’t do it. Every time a sword is here, is it really the sword light? No! It’s all money.”

I have a good relationship with you in Aquarius, and there are only a few direct disciples who are together with you. Anyone who doesn’t have a relationship with your Aquarius is worthy of credit. Take 10,000 steps back and say, don’t treat money as money, I don’t allow you to abuse the gods so badly. money.

  The original guardian, who was invisible in his original form, was probably quite admiring the literary sage. He made an exception. He turned out to be an old master with a high crown and a beautiful appearance.

  The old master smiled and said: "You Confucian Temple are good at reasoning. Why is it better to make up a reasonable reason?"

  The old scholar anxiously said: “In Shujianhu, the senior didn’t meet my closed disciple at first sight. It can be considered a half-year-old friendship? This incense love, you are willing to say that you lose it? I don’t think it can.

   Call seniors when you see people. Among Wensheng’s lineages, it is indeed the essence of the closed disciple. What is a complacent disciple? This is, a lot of truths, you don't need a husband to say that you have the true meaning, and then you can be regarded as a true complacent disciple.

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  So how can old talents not be partial?

  You are still wronged by a hammer, learn more from Junqian.

  The old master said: "I remembered it wrong, or Wen Sheng was confused. That kid didn't change the customs for Shujianhu. It was the Dali court and Zhenjingzong who did this."

  "In the elders who are scholastic and recognized as the most able to chat, isn't it a curse to call Wensheng, just call an old scholar, remove an old character, and change a small one to be kind."

  The old scholar always hugged the senior’s arm and laughed and said, “Furthermore, senior said this with a guilty heart. Everything is difficult at the beginning. I don’t believe that senior doesn’t even understand this.”

  The old master didn't talk with the old scholars about these things. The old scholars gave a soft sigh and fell into anger. He leaned back and grabbed his senior's arm.

  The old master said solemnly: "Reason!"

  For the old scholars to make such a fuss, the sword light that appeared at the canopy of Aquarius Island has already fallen within the Dali Capital.

  The old scholar of the Confucian Temple, Bai Yujing’s Lu Chen, and his ability to beg Bai Lai, can be called Shuangbi.

  The old scholar craned her neck to see. It was all right for the time being. Everyone was hitting. He immediately loosened his arms, and one jumped back, shaking his sleeves vigorously, and said, "Is Chen Ping'an from Baopingzhou?"

  The old master sneered: “Ning Yao who made the sword is a foreigner. According to the rules set by Cui Yang, a foreigner who dares to make a move without permission will only end up with one.”

   Either smash the entire Imitation Bai Yujing and leave by his own ability, or avoid the sword light and flee away. It is also capable of running away. Anyway, when he approaches Aquarius Island in the future, Da Li treats him with courtesy time and time again.

  The old scholar confidently said: "Girl Ning is my Taoist companion to the closed disciple!"

  The old master frowned and said, "Not yet."

  The old scholar bowed his head and bowed, "Hey, it's not a coincidence."

   Draw something out of his sleeve, it turned out to be a job offer.

  Don’t read it, there are less than a hundred words. The old scholars have attracted many sages of the literary temple. Everyone has worked together, carefully considered the words, and carefully considered them. This is a literary appointment.

  Absolutely the only one in the world.

The old Xiucai handed over the offer letter and murmured: "Neither of these two children have exchanged posts or exaggerated gifts. Chen Qingdu, an old bastard, has nothing to say, and Yao Chongdao can’t wipe his face, so he has to wait for the old sword fairy to give the offer. What can I do. Fortunately, I respected the old sword fairy back then. When I saw him on the other side of the city, it was not a grin that made my face sour. I had to go to Chen Pingan’s wine shop and drink some wine. Only to get over. I knew that Chen Qing didn't talk about justice so much, so I went to Ningfu and talked to Yao's family by myself."

  The old scholar suddenly jumped his feet loudly and said: "Now it's fine, your own Ascension Realm in Aquarius Island is going to be used for public or private purposes. It's all right. You take care of your ass."

   Glancing from the corner of her eyes, Ning Yatou handed out two swords again, which was very pleasant.

  The old master returned the letter of appointment to the old talent who was begging for nothing.

  For this closed disciple, the old scholar really wanted to put an old face on the ground.

  Anyway, both sides have left Aquarius, the old master has nothing to do, and Ning Yao didn’t bother to care about anything.

  The old master asked casually: "Isn't there a few words about you?"

  The old scholar was bored and said: "What do you mean by that? What kind of hammer is used? The student's wings are hard, so I won't let him take care of him."

  The old master laughed blankly. Some are fighting for the left and right sides of the self-proclaimed "reading and practicing swordsmanship", saying that anyone can do this, and that is right? Your husband, your conscience was eaten by a dog, right?

  The old Xiucai whispered, "No matter how unwilling, I can't stop the student disciple from doing what should be done."

  The old master smiled and said, "Finally, I said something that a scholar should say."

  The young man stood on the corner of the street and took out a handful of salted and dried peanuts. While knocking, he secretly looked at the legendary Chen Shanzhu.

  The Jianghu Road of the young sword fairy is like a thread connecting the Lizhu Dongtian and the Great Wall of Jianqi.

  Chen Ping’an turned his head and looked to the west of Aquarius Island. His realm was not enough. The battlefield was too far away from the sea to be seen.

I chatted with the young man, "According to Old Master Xu’s interpretation,'Zhao' is a trend, a cause, and a light. At the same time, it implies that the road is beautiful and fascinating. In the end, there will be the beauty of the sun and the moon. Holding jade, bright mind, kind of virtue wins legacy. So your name is very good."

  The boy widened his eyes, "My last name, plus my first name, make a bunch of them, so strong?!"

  Sword Fairy must be responsible for speaking, right? Will never catch a big **** kid, just do it indiscriminately, right?

  Zhao Duanming rubbed his mouth. Hearing Chen Ping’an’s chatter, the young man felt that he was already a certain upper five-level monk by this name.

  Chen Ping’an turned his head to wonder: "Your parents, and Mr. Jiashu, don't you talk about this?"

  Zhao Duanming was lamented, “It’s the master who said in the first school that I just missed it. As for why I missed it, alas, it’s too much to look back on the past, so let’s not mention it.”

  When I was a child, I was often struck by lightning. Once, the child was happily carrying a book bag, bounced around on the way to the family school, clicked, and fell to the ground.

   Once again, I went out to go shopping and watch the lantern market, and the third time was to climb high to appreciate the rain. In the end, no one wanted to stand beside him whenever it encountered those rainy weather.

   However, Zhao Duanming pondered that his own "bad luck" fortune was definitely not the last time.

  Chen Ping’an stretched out his hand and spread out his palm. The boy naturally poured some salty dried peanuts to him.

  Zhao Duanming said: "I stopped you from walking into the alley before. You are such a big sword fairy, don't you hold grudges?"

   seems to be missing a word.

  Chen Ping’an bowed his head and kowtowed the salty dried peanuts, smiled and said: “With your words, I can’t keep accounts.”

  Zhao Duanming watched the man adeptly nibbling and spitting peanut shells, the young man grinned and said: "Chen Shanzhu, I didn't expect you to be so approachable, you are not like a sword fairy anymore."

  Chen Ping’an smiled and said: “It’s just Yupu Realm, what a sword immortal. In my wife’s hometown, I can only count as a sword repairer. Calling the sword immortal is deliberately cursing others.”

  Zhao Duanming remembers this inside story that ran out of the mouth of the young hermit. It turned out that the sword fairy of the Jade Pu Realm of the Great Wall of Sword Qi was not taken seriously at all, it was really domineering!

Turning around to show off with Cao Jiugui, the young man remembered something again, and curiously said: "Where is the sister-in-law? Why didn't you come here with Brother Chen? Is it the sister-in-law who just made the sword? The temper is too...good. Brother Chen is really blessed, I have to say something to my heart, I really didn’t know the identity of Brother Chen before slapped a horse, but at first sight, I thought you two were a match made in heaven."

  In the words, Chen Ping'an and the Taoist couple became the eldest brother and sister-in-law whom he had picked up for nothing.

  Chen Ping'an, ah, ah, ah, keep on going. This boy is quite good at talking, so talk more. As for Zhao Duanming's recognition of this relative, it doesn't matter.

  However, Chen Ping’an quietly raised his eyelids, smiled and shook the peanuts in his hand, indicating that the other party can almost look at it, don’t worry about the teenagers here.

  Yichi Alley, in a mansion study room, a chief worshipper of Tianshui Zhao’s

Exerting the supernatural powers of watching the mountains and rivers, and the old Patriarch of the Zhao family in Tianshui sitting on the side, the two sides looked at each other from time to time, and were trembling from time to time. The fallen sword fairy in the sky.

The old patron of Tianshui Zhao, who immediately removed his supernatural powers and kept his body tight and straightened, can finally comfortably lean back on the chair, caress his beard and laugh, "I'll just say it, take it lightly. From a young age, there is a root of wisdom, which is the kind of my old Zhao family."

The chief worshipper smiled and said nothing, just pull it down. After your grandson was struck by lightning for the first time when he was young, he was dizzy and talked all the time. Who was worried every day, whispering over there, my dear grandson Son, is it an idiot?

  The old man narrowed his smile. This calligrapher, known as the master of the style of the museum, stretched out a finger and wrote in the air. The words written, Yuan, Cao, Yu...Anyway, they are all the surnames of Shangzhu country.

  Chen Pingan was taken by the teenager and walked into the alley with a bunch of keys in his hand.

  On the door of the small house, there is no Spring Festival couplet door god.

  Chen Ping An opened and closed the door, and put away the keys.

  In fact, this visit to the capital of Dayi is not just the grievance between Chen Ping'an and the Queen Mother Dayi, but a new question left by the senior brother Cui Yun to the student and the Dayi court.

  The senior brother Cui Yang set up a questioning situation for others, how the people who entered the game were torturing people, anyway, Chen Ping'an had already personally learned in Shujianhu.

  Everything is right, and everything is wrong. It's only between the thought of the Emperor Song He.

Chen Ping’an strolled around the house and walked leisurely. He opened the door of the two-story library and stepped into it. He found that besides books, there were books on the four-walled bookshelves. There was a ladder on the four walls. In addition, it was very clean. Any extra decorations, if you want to go to the second floor, even without stairs, it seems you have to borrow the ladder used to find books.

  Chen Ping An was not in a hurry to find a book, but just sat on the threshold, took out the sword gourd, and drank alone.

Three thousand years ago, in the battle involving the water transport of the world, the dragon slayers, later Jia Sheng, Bai Mang, and Chen Zhuoliu, were all the same people who were known as brothers and brothers to Chen Ling. They chased and killed the last true dragon in the world. Wang Zhu in Ni Ping Lane, and Zhu, the maidservant beside Song Jixin in Ni Ping Lane

Wang Zhu disembarked at the southern end of Aquarius Island, passed through Old Longcheng, and then continued to escape north, arching out of the underground walkway that was later used as the Xianjia ferry route, and finally ended at the boundary of Old Longzhou, creating a Lizhu Cave, one of the thirty-six small caves.

  Wang Zhu rushed to Old Man Yang to seek refuge in the avenue. He hoped that the person in charge of the ancient ascending platform would be able to help her, but Old Man Yang chose to ignore it.

  For some reason, the preaching teacher in the center of Baidicheng Zheng did not personally kill the inevitable real dragon. What he wanted was the result of no real dragon in the world.

As for the qi practitioners who participated in the final battle of Slashing the Dragon, many died and fell. There were also a group of qi practitioners who cultivated on the spot, approached the water platform, contaminated the dragon energy, and absorbed the extremely abundant aura of heaven and earth. The most important thing is, It was the great aura that the real dragon shed after the incident. Many of the surnames of Gaomen in the small town began to multiply at that time, which led to the creation of the people of the small town of Lizhu Cave.

  Further on, there is a family of Sanjiao, and the four saints of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism joined hands to erect the archway that local people laughed as Crabfang.

As for why the person who cut the dragon swears to cut the dragon, Confucianism and the Confucian Temple do not seem to hinder much. How did this person collect Zheng Juzhong, Han Qiaose, and Liu Chicheng as his disciples in the early years. Except for the eldest disciple Zheng Juzhong, the rest received the biography. Regardless, it's an old calendar that can't be read. In addition, it seemed that before Lu Chen soared to the Qingming world, he had some unclear avenue relationship with a dragon girl, so later he had an admiration for Chen Lingjun. Even in Luopo Mountain, Lu Chen asked Chen Lingjun to choose Don’t follow him to practice in Bai Yujing, even if Chen Ling didn’t agree, Lu Chen didn’t do anything extra and didn’t procrastinate. Just saying this is unreasonable. Lu Chen would never treat him Chen Ping’an in such a straightforward manner, such as What about Shi Rou? Lu Shenyuan was in Bai Yujing, didn't he just stare at the trivial skin of Qilong Alley outside the door through those eyes of Shi Rou?

  Until Cui Dongshan interrupted this lotus, the third head teacher of Bai Yujing didn't give up.

  In fact, the monks who raised the dragons back then suffered heavy casualties in order to stop the dragon slayers. Therefore, Chen Ping’an guessed that it is very likely that there is a certain ancestor of a dragon breeder hidden in the Lizhu Cave, who is a great helper of dragons, and the rise of the Song court of Dali, maybe this person has contributed a lot, and the next one. The newly-built bridge with a plaque hanging on the "Feng Sheng Shui Qi" may be the man's suggestion behind the scenes.

  Chen Ping An’s thoughts were light, sitting on the threshold and drinking wine, his back turned to the study building, and he looked at the small courtyard.

  The world is like flying dust, surveying people's hearts in the chaotic realm. The sun and the moon are like shock pills, breaking their shackles in the clouds and shadows.

   took a sip of wine,

  The fragments of the natal porcelain were left, and they have been incompletely pieced together. To be precise, it was Chen Ping'an who had to bear it again and again, and never rushed to pick up the thread.

  There is no problem with Chen Ping’an as an immortal or even ascendant.

  Possibly the only problem is that the hidden danger lies on the road pass that is the bottleneck of the Ascension Realm. If it cannot be broken, it depends on the integrity of the natal porcelain in the past.

  Of course, the premise is that Chen Ping’an can get there, and he has to become a sword repairman who is the bottleneck of the ascension realm.

   Chen Ping’an is quite sure that he will enter the fairyland in the future, but it is difficult for Jian Xiu to enter the Ascension City, of course, it is not difficult that it is strange.

  Ha, except my wife.

  Chen Pingan smiled, triumphantly.

   Then I felt a little more relaxed. The shopkeeper of the inn, not a practitioner, said that he had a large piece from a dragon kiln in Lizhu Cave and painted a vase with a figure.

  Hometown is called Baopingzhou.

  The inn and Renyun Yiyun Building can be considered close at hand. The shopkeeper of the inn is very likely to meet his senior brother Cui Yang often in his early years.

  Could the vase be one of several pieces of broken porcelain?

   Regardless of the truth about the vase, the Queen Mother of Day Li is so confident, do you already know the problem of Chen Ping’an’s fourteen realms of harmony? Destined to not get around every piece of broken porcelain scattered on all sides? So she has to wait for the price. She feels that she is just a Lost Mountain Lord in the Yupu Realm. Even with the two titles of Hermit and Junior Junior Brother, she is still not qualified to sit down with her and talk about the price?

  Chen Ping’an puts away her hip flask and curls her lips. This lady is quite good at taking it. She thinks very beautifully.

   Stand up, interlace your hands and ten fingers, stretch your muscles and bones, and walk back and forth in the corridor outside the door.

   Wufu ten realms, one level of vigor, is the key winner of Chen Pingan and Cao Ciwenquan. After losing, I never expected to win against Cao Ci in my life. Only when I win, I have a few chances.

  Chen Ping’an has an excellent memory. He has seen the rivers and mountains of people and things, and once seen it, it is like an extra white drawing scroll.

   Then every time Chen Pingan listens to one more sentence, looks at this world more often, just like adding a touch of color.

  Pure Takeo, a breath of real breath.

  The world is spectacular, swallowing mountains and rivers.

  In fact, before reaching the end, Chen Ping’an didn’t know the matter. Probably, as Cui Dongshan said, he did it unintentionally, but most intentionally.

  Since Chen Ping’an learned boxing, Mr. Qi, Aliang, Cui Dongshan, Cui Cheng, Gu You, Li Er, the old swordsman, and the grandmother Bai...everyone seems to be deliberately concealing this matter.

Compared with today’s Ye Dali Jingshi, on the Changpu River, the grievances of young officials, the old master’s words of poverty and shame, the two fairies’ relief, the pride of being a Dali **** in the eyes of the God of Changpu River... they are just like With this standing in Chen Ping’an’s heart picture scroll, all the personal affairs that moved Chen Ping’an’s heart, all the joys and sorrows, are like Chen Ping’s seeing it, thinking about it, it will start to draw pens and paint for the picture of mind dye.

  Like the whole world, it is a dojo where Chen Ping'an is alone.

  Why did Cao Ci go to the Great Wall of Jianqi when he was young, build a hut, and practice boxing there?

  Later, he even liked to travel several continents alone, so he met Yu Yaofu at the ancient battlefield site of Jinjiazhou.

  In fact, Cao Ci is also making the pavement for the "magnificent mountains and rivers" early on.

  Maybe Cao Cigui is attributable to the fact that he doesn't like to be nosy, and what he sees is more of mountains and rivers than people.

  This makes Cao Ci's "painting" degree of mood scrolls still not enough, especially not heavy enough.

Of course, it doesn’t mean that I have seen mountains and rivers for a few times, or that my own heart is full of spirit. Otherwise, it’s too simple. Nine realms martial arts only need to travel far away from the wind and look at the mountains and rivers of Jiuzhou with wide eyes. It is with every sincere approval or denial that the brush can be used to paint, and the white-drawn scroll can be emphasized.

  Chen Ping An put away his thoughts, turned and walked into the book building, set up the ladder, and climbed up to the second floor step by step. Chen Ping An stopped and stood on the book ladder, his shoulders almost flush with the floor of the second floor.

  There is no one, nothing.

  Like the former master of a book building, he is studying alone in this world, and when he leaves, he will return all the books to the world.

  In imitating Bai Yujing, the old scholar suddenly asked: "Senior, are we talking?"

  The old master raised an eyebrow, "Oh?"

  Know what little abacus this Wensheng plays.

  Once the two sides started to ask questions formally, there would be no time to take care of the movement in Dali Capital. Even if Ning Yao returned to Dayi and chopped down a capital city, he would not care about Bai Yujing's side.

The old scholar timidly said: "Senior, you are a well-deserved saint of heaven and earth. The Confucian Temple is willing to give the title, and the senior doesn’t want it. But I’m the sage of the academy. Just talk to a martial arts master in the world. So you What do you need to do, let me lose half first?"

  The old master smiled, "Then give it up."

   asked both sides.

  Of course, it is not a dispute of spirit.

  In fact, he had long wanted to ask this Wensheng.

  The poor old talent in front of him is, after all, recognized as the most quarrelsome person in the world.

  The old scholar's eyes sparkled.

  It seems to be saying, a continent, mountains and rivers, who dare to turn the sky, have all got up. I have all the descendants of Wensheng's line, which one is lazy?

  So if you lose the question today, just talk about this place, and don't care about what Chen Ping'an does in the future.

  The old master thought for a while, but hesitated.

  A question is not a trivial matter.

   will lead to great weather.

  The old scholar shook his sleeves lightly and smiled: "Since the master can talk best, then the scholar will come to talk about the earth and talk about the world and the world together."

  The words of the saints, with the heavenly constitution.

  A majestic world, surging with wind, especially the Aquarius Island, falling in the eyes of the Qintian Supervisors of various countries, it is countless golden light shining on the world.

  On the side of Gongdelin of the Confucian Temple, Li Sheng and Jing Shengxi are sitting opposite each other. The two sides are playing. Li Sheng glanced at Aquarius Island and said helplessly: "Whether you go anywhere."

  As for the tomb in the sea that Wenhai carefully set up, and the ascending ghost, after Ning Yao's sword was taken, the Confucian Temple already had a countermeasure.

  Sheng Ping, smiled and said: "Now that there are no knots and worries, Wen Sheng is finally about to discuss the Tao."

  The veteran talents who were moved out of the Confucian Temple, especially after the disciples were dispersed, actually never took up the identity of a literary sage.

  But in Ao Ping Zhou tonight, in Bai Yujing, the old scholar took the lead to sit on the ground, straightened his clothes, stretched out a palm, looked serious, and said indifferently: "Please sit down."

  Talk about it, please take a seat.

  Of course, you will lose.