Ning Yao ordered a few drinks with the inn shopkeeper, and by the way, ordered an extra room. The shopkeeper glanced at Chen Ping An, and Chen Ping An was silent.

Looking at what I did, the conscience of heaven and earth, the two of us did not collude. Besides, what can I say, I opened the inn?

The closed disciple squinted at his husband, and the husband squinted at the street outside the store. The night was heavy, traveling in a foreign land, slightly lonely.

Sitting down at the other side of the room, Chen Ping An helped Mr. Pour a bowl of wine, then looked at Ning Yao, she shook her head, and Chen Ping An only poured a bowl for herself.

In the most difficult part of his life, Zengye, a young man from Shujianhu, and Su Xinzhai, a female ghost, accompanied Chen Ping'an through the landscape.

The old scholar probably felt that the atmosphere was a little silent, so he picked up the wine bowl, touched Chen Ping'an lightly, and then took the lead in speaking, as if Mr.'s examination of the school disciples' scholarship: "There is a saying in the "Unmasking" article. Peace?"

Chen Pingan just took a sip of wine, and her husband mentioned "Unmasking". The answer was actually very easy to guess. He quickly put down the wine bowl and said: "Mr. once said that wine is a mess."

The old scholar smiled and asked: "Then you don't know, why did your husband admonish the world like this back then?"

Chen Ping'an said: "I guess my husband was poor back then and couldn't drink alcohol, so those who bought wine and paid for it didn't blink?"

The old scholar clapped his hands on the table and laughed: "What is a proud student? This is it!"

It's like the left and right. You were silly back then. Had liked to use these words to block himself, so Mr. should not be allowed to slap himself in the face? My husband wrote so many sage doctrines in the book, and I can't fit a few big baskets. I can really do it all.

The most intimate and least padded jacket is indeed a closed disciple.

The old scholar drank a bowl of wine. As soon as the bowl fell, Chen Ping'an was already full. The old scholar stroked his beard and said with emotion: "At that time, the most uncomfortable thing was to turn on the lamp and flip the book at night and heard some drunks in the alley. I vomit, my husband can’t wait to sew their mouths and waste money by ruining drinks! I made a big ambition for my husband back then, safe?"

Chen Ping'an said: "If you become a court official or a Confucian saint in the coming year, you must make a rule that you must not vomit while drinking."

The old scholar nodded, "Yes, yes."

Ning Yao changed his mind and poured himself a bowl of wine.

Chen Ping'an talked about Shujianhu and Su Xinzhai in general, and during the period also talked about the old rural woman who lived a life of misery calmly.

The old Xiucai twisted a salty dried peanut shell with two fingers, put it in his mouth, and nodded, "The only knowledge of a hero in the world is nothing but calmness. The villain reverses the way of the world and turns his backhand upright. It is calm. If I am weak, Yu Nothing can help. If you can be alone, you can still be calm."

In fact, all three of you here know that the inn, the girl, and the large vase are all arranged by Cui Yang.

A lake of books, let Chen Ping'an ghost hit the wall for many years, the whole person was thin and skinny, but as long as it passed, it seemed that apart from the uncomfortable, there was only uncomfortable.

Cui Yang never gave much, especially did not give Chen Ping an even the slightest benefit, whether it was Tong Yezhou’s last landscape painting, or the girl in the inn tonight, Cui Huang just gave Chen Ping an’s heart to his younger brother. , Put a light in the distance, if you don’t get there by yourself, or if you choose to avoid a detour, you will miss it for the rest of your life. What Cui Yang did seems to be telling Chen Pingan a very cruel truth, despair, you asked for it, so hope, you also want to find it.

Ning Yao asked: "Since I have the honor to meet her again in this life, what are your plans next?"

In Ning Yao’s view, in Su Xinzhai’s life, the girl barely had some aptitude for cultivation, so she could naturally take it to Luoposhan to practice. Don’t forget that Chen Ping’an is best at doing things, it’s not about accounting, or even practice, but for others. Protect the way.

But Ning Yao didn't think that if a girl went to the mountain immediately to practice, it must be the best choice.

Chen Ping'an said, "I have to talk to her a few more words first."

In fact, Chen Ping'an had been thinking about this when he arrived, carefully and carefully.

Generally speaking, only by practicing, the inn girl who still doesn't know her name in this life has the opportunity to regain her consciousness, remember the past life, and renew the relationship in this life.

Just like many ordinary masters, on the road of life, you can always meet some "familiar" people, but most of them don't think much, just after a few glances, they pass by.

But remembering the events of the previous life, it must be the last thought of Su Shinsai in the previous life. Does the girl in this life want it now?

The old scholar smiled and said: "You can come as you are good to the little girl. As for what is really good, you don't need to worry. Many times we have to admit that not everything can be planned in advance, but really only things can come. You can solve it. Peace, don’t forget one thing especially, for the girl, she is just her, but in your eyes, she is Su Xinzhai of Shujianhu and Huanglishan."

If you don’t go up the mountain, for example, in this big city of Lijing, you will live a life of stability in the downhill market, but the years are shorter. It’s not a good thing to marry as a woman, to be married to each other and to teach your children. The little girl is willing to go up the mountain one day, and it will not be too late to come back to practice. Luopo Mountain still has some family background, and there is no shortage of preachers and immortal money.

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "You must understand this principle before you can do the rest."

From beginning to end, Chen Ping'an seemed very calm, but in just a few words, he had already drunk several sips of wine.

Drinking quickly is a taboo at the wine table. No matter how much alcohol you drink, it is easy to overturn the wine tank, and then I mostly ran under the wine table and claimed to be invincible.

Chen Ping'an said: "Why did Mr. Suddenly rush to imitate Bai Yujing and talk to others?"

The old scholar cocked Erlang's legs, took a sip of wine, and said with a smile: "I have cultivated myself for many years in the Gongde Lin, and I have accumulated a lot of grievances. Learning. I have studied there for many years. I am also a little diligent. I really want to say the reason. My mouth is itchy, like being greedy for wine with no money in my pocket."

Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "Mr.'s discussion this time, although the disciple regrets that he didn't see it with his own ears, but only with the vision that swept over half of the world, he knows that the knowledge of the opponent's husband is very high. Sir, can't you go here?"

The old Xiucai stepped on the bench with one leg, lifted the wine bowl, gently bumped, and nodded vigorously: "The old master is indeed very knowledgeable. He is also one of the world's most prosperous saints in the world. There is nothing, very powerful. "

Lao Xiucai and Chen Ping’an each finished a bowl of wine. Chen Ping’an smiled and turned over the wine bowl to show that he hadn’t left. Lao Xiucai glanced at his wine bowl and took another sip. The wine bowl, say full, continue to be full. The old scholar thought that if you take such a drink, you won't get really drunk in the end. I won’t get up until three poles tomorrow, and I will complain about Mr. Junqian, who is not by his side.

Chen Pingan poured the wine again, took off his boots, sat cross-legged, and said with emotion: "Sir, this is a harmony between people alone, to fight for the right time and place."

The old scholar sighed, "It's a disadvantage, it's difficult."

Ning Yao found out that these two disciples didn't talk about winning or losing, and the other didn't ask about the result. They just praised the old master here.

The higher the old master’s knowledge, the husband wins, naturally the higher the knowledge.

The old Xiucai turned his head and smiled: "Girl Ning, this journey with the sword is well known in the world. From now on, I will say hello to Aliang and the left and right sides. What sword intent and swordsmanship are the highest, I quickly surrender their respective titles."

Ning Yao said: "I don't come to Haoran often in the future, so don't worry about the Confucian Temple."

If it weren't for Mr. Wen Sheng, she would not bother to explain anything like this.

The old scholar smiled and shook his head, "Worry about what this does. The Confucian Temple still has the tolerance. Now it is the Lisheng personally taking care of things. The atmosphere is very different from the past. Ning girl, if you don't come often, I'm worried. What I really worry about is your lack of freedom from now on."

Look at the Patriarch of the Three Sects, who would visit another home?

As the first person in the colorful world, Ning Yao's situation afterwards is of course much better than that of Chen Qing who has withered the city for thousands of years, but in the end there is the same...suffering.

Ning Yao said: "One world, free to come and go, is enough."

The old scholar sighed and shook his head, "It's too early."

Ning Yao was a little helpless, but Master Wen Sheng said so, she just listened.

When she remembered something, she told Chen Ping An. The old coachman previously promised her that Chen Ping'an could ask him three questions without breaking his oath.

Chen Pingan smiled and nodded.

The old scholar seemed to have felt it. After drinking, he smiled and said: "Some **** are mixed up with famous bastards, but the teachers can't teach them. The changes will not be changed. You really can only wait for them one by one. It sucks, it's gone."

As for who the old scholar is scolding, it may be the old oilman who does not do **** in some official circles and is the only one who is the first in the world. Maybe it is some old sword immortal in Zhengyang Mountain, maybe it is something in the world. The old guy with a higher level of life-saving skills, the old scholar did not name him, who knows.

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "I wrote it down."

The three of them noticed a strange aura almost simultaneously.

Not in Dali Capital, but far away in Gyeonggi, it is a dark road that Yang people avoid.

The old scholar relied on the sage and the heaven and earth's sense of heaven and earth, Ning Yao relied on the ascendant realm to cultivate, and Chen Ping'an relied on the Dao Xin ripples of victory over the great road.

Chen Ping An got up and said, "I'll go outside and have a look."

Ning Yao is about to leave the inn with Chen Pingan.

The old scholar smiled and said: "Ning girl, you don't have to follow, the Dali court has done a good job of opening the way. You are too strong in swordsmanship to help. It's okay, just some precautions for the colorful world, anyway I figured it out by myself. It’s not a fake public benefit. Let’s talk to you."

Pure sword repair, outside the battlefield, the killing power is endless, the killing ability is the first, the living is not necessarily.

Ning Yao settled down again, Chen Pingan shrank into the mountains and rivers, dressed in a blue shirt, and gathered together in a misty figure. He stepped to the top of the capital wall and looked far away. Only hundreds of miles away, the sky was overwhelming and gathered into a winding Serpentine long river.

On the road that is specially selected for the inaccessible wilderness, Yin Qi is too strong, because there are few living people, Yang Qi is thin, and ordinary qi fighters, even if they are good at approaching, they may have to kill the way. If you take a closer look at the aura, you can find that the trees on the road, even if they are not stepped on, actually have no contact with the undead, but the green color has already revealed a bit of unusual death, such as The face was blue.

A group of great training fighters outside the capital city are responsible for guarding this section of the city. One of the old worshippers and the blue-shirted swordsman who appeared abruptly asked: "Who is here?"

Chen Ping'an drew out the innocence card from his sleeve and hung it around his waist. Since it was from his own family, the old priest just clasped his fists after checking the authenticity of the innocence card and stopped interfering.

Chen Ping'an was silent for a moment, and asked, "Old sir, the number of people seems to be extremely large this time? It seems that there are about 30,000?"

The old priest nodded, "Because it is the penultimate call, there will be more.

"

In fact, the old worshiper originally didn't want to talk more. It was just that the uninvited guest said "number of people" instead of words such as ghosts and ghosts that made the old man willing to talk.

In the northern area of ​​Dayi, in the Longxing land of the Song clan, there is a water and land law meeting held by the abbot of the Beijing Translation Bureau and a Zhoutian Dajiao responsible for the Chongxu Bureau to extradite the ghosts on the battlefield ruins. The hometown has been held for many years, day and night, and it still hasn't ended. It is true that too many people died in the war in a foreign land by the Dali Frontier Army. In these years, the emperor issued the decree of the Dali court, and the Ministry of Rites took the lead in the specific preparations. The Ministry paid for it, and the Ministry of War sent people to guard it. Just for the mighty Yin soldiers to cross the border, they opened up three costly landscape routes.

Every time they rushed, there were thousands or even more than 10,000 battlefield souls who stopped in the daylight to prevent the remaining souls from being exposed to the sun. They inhabited the landscape formations set up along the way by the Dali trainer. For a long-distance tour at night, there are not only the great monks chanting all the way, holding the tin to lead the way, but also the Taoist real person chanting the Taoist secretly, ringing the bell to pull it, and even the Qintian Supervisor and the Dali iron ride on both sides of the road to prevent the wandering soul , Coupled with the cooperation of the gods of mountains and rivers, the city gods and the Wenwu Temple, this matter has never been a major mistake, and it will not disturb the people in Yang.

It is rumored that an attendant from the frontier army of the Ministry of War in the capital once openly threatened the officials of the household department not to discuss any difficulties with Laozi. This matter has not been discussed. Even if your household department sells iron, dismantles the government office's housing materials and exchanges money, you must ensure that everything The dead souls of the Dayi Frontier Army will not stay in the battlefield site for too long, so that their souls will be scattered. For this reason, the Ministry of Defense specially assigned five or six people, and they stayed as temporary "servants" at the Ministry of Housing and Urban-Rural Affairs Office every day to supervise and monitor the progress of this matter. Quarrels are common.

In addition to Dali worshipping monks, Confucian scholars, gentlemen and sages, and leading the way for the two masters of Buddhism and Taoism, there are also Qin Tianjian Dishi, Jingshi Wenwu Temple Heroes, Capital City God Temple, Capital Earth Temple, each performing their duties and responsible for each At the Shanshui Ferry, the dead are picked up.

Chen Pingan stood on the head of the city, watching from a distance the scene of the night tour.

The country is intact, so where are the people, the mountains and rivers are vast, and the clouds are vast.

These mountains and rivers meet, but there is already a difference between life and death, and the difference between yin and yang.

Indeed, how can there be so many people who see it at first sight and prepare for laughter.

Chen Ping’an turned his head and saw Song Xu’s young monk's Yufeng Yuanyou in the distance. He was probably busy rushing to the Yinming Road as early as possible. Everyone was rushing and there was no deliberately concealed trail. Sword repaired Song Xu’s feet. Stepping on a sword and dragging a very long golden line, the array master Han Zhoujin seemed to be walking, every time he stepped out, the mountains and rivers were several miles in the blink of an eye, and there were circles of spiritual energy ripples under his feet, like the blooming flowers in the night. In addition, Dao Lu Geling, military monk Yu Yu, Confucian Lu Hui, and young novice monks also performed magical skills and hurried far away.

Chen Pingan’s figure turned into eighteen sword lights, and the city head seemed to bloom suddenly. A dozen miles away, Chen Pingan staggered to the ground, and once again drove on his way with the unskilled sword escape method, finally hanging high in the sky. Stopped in shape, using several kinds of talisman including snow mud talisman to help him hide his energy, squatting on a tree branch on the top of a wild mountain, overlooking the road below the mountain.

Lu Yi, who came from the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism, and Houjue, and Ge Ling, obviously had long been familiar with this matter, and had fallen at the forefront of the Yin-Ming path through which Yin soldiers passed. The soldiers took the lead in the walk, and the little soldier girl from the Yu family of Shangju Kingdom, not to be outdone, walked side by side with a group of martial arts spirits from the capital and Gyeonggi.

A landscape road for the extradition of the dead is extremely wide, and four camps are vaguely separated. Yu Yu and Wumiao Yingling are the most numerous, accounting for nearly half.

Song Xu and Han Zhoujin found a young man standing in the rear. He was riding a horse in the Dali Iron Cavalry. He was a sword repairman in the Yuan Ying realm who was less than a hundred years old.

Seeing the two of them, the rider just nodded. Han Zhoujin took out two armored horse talisman and rode forward with Song Xu. Han Zhoujin and a woman who had a good relationship asked heartily: "What's the matter? ?"

Because Han Zhoujin discovered that the Dade monks and Daomen real people who led tonight are all fresh faces, and their expressions are haggard, as if they are not lightly injured, especially the few martial arts heroes. She can even see them when they go His golden body was worn to an extent visible to the naked eye, and the stars disappeared into the night.

The colleague female cultivator couldn’t hide her tired look, and said, “Once there were too many toweds this time, and furthermore, the Ministry of Rites had issued a death order. Dao, the spirit energy was consumed too much along the way, and it has disturbed the landscape more than expected. The air quantity is at least 20%. It is obviously to blame us for bad work. I am worried that there will be accidents in the next night tour. Master Shang Shu has spoken, what else can we do? , Can only bite the bullet and ignore the damages of the path. Otherwise, no one will be able to take the next evaluation of the ceremony and punishment."

Song Xu asked, "Huajing, is there anyone making trouble along the way?"

The Yuan Ying Realm Jianxiu's face was indifferent and said, "Look back and see the spy for yourself."

Song Xu was accustomed to this, this Yuan Huajing, nicknamed Yelang. It is the leader of the five gas trainers on another hill.

The two sides have disagreeable temperaments, and they have always been difficult to deal with. Only on the battlefield can they cooperate seamlessly.

Yuan Huajing frowned slightly and found that there were more than a dozen dead souls on the battlefield on the road ahead, showing signs of their souls dissipating, and said in a deep voice, "Du Jian, are you blind?"

A young man behind with a pale face and chapped lips and **** lips. He was already exhausted from riding a pawn. He was originally sitting on horseback while napping while warming up his aura. He was really exhausted, but After hearing Yuan Huajing's words, he did not hesitate to get up, point his toes, swept forward, raised a palm high, twisted his wrist, and soft silk threads appeared between the five fingers, slightly lifted, and the silk threads gathered in an orderly manner. After the formation, golden light gleamed, it was actually a radiant Luo Jingyi, and the light fell on the walking ground of those ghosts and ghosts.

In this way, the young **** guards the wind while holding the compass in his hand, sheltering the other side, as long as there is a slight sign of the soul of the dead soul, the precious light will shine.

Song Xu reminded: "It's too late."

Yuan Huajing said indifferently: "It seems that it is not yet your turn to have a golden pill to point your fingers."

There are five people in Yuan Huajing's group. In addition to his Yuanying realm sword repairman, there is also a ghost monk, a Yin-Yang family qi practitioner, and the other two were from Ye Xiu.

They are obviously more murderous than Song Xu's six people.

Song Xu didn't take it seriously, and instead took the initiative to talk to Yuan Huajing about the young hermit's entry into Beijing. He met him and talked about the weirdness of the preacher Feng Auntie.

Yuan Huajing nodded, "I have seen Ning Yao's sword lights before."

Song Xu hesitated for a moment, but still reminded: "There is a clear distinction between public and private."

The rider next to him was born in the Yuan family of Zhu Guo, and Yuan Huajing's younger brother was the concubine of the Yuan family who was married to the prostitute of the Xu family in Qingfeng City.

Yuan Huajing sneered and said, "Because the prince's surname is Song, can you be so generous?"

Song Xu choked for a while and suddenly laughed, "You really should have a good chat with that official Chen Yin."

It is rare for Yuan Huajing to take the initiative to speak, "It is still difficult for you six to join hands?"

Song Xu nodded: "Yu Yu said that she would only be chopped and cut vegetables. There was a rehearsal afterwards. Lu Hui said that relying on those words spoken by Chen Ping'an would be of no benefit to the situation of the war and can be ignored. ."

Yuan Huajing said, "Zhao You still didn't find a suitable candidate for the criminal department? If it's Zhou Haijing, I don't think the weight is enough."

Song Xu shook his head and said: "You don't know what Zheng Qian's identity is. Zhao Shilang can only step back and determine his aptitude through the questioning of Yuhong and her."

Yuan Huajing frowned and said, "I am not optimistic about Zhou Haijing, a female martial artist."

Song Xu said helplessly: "Otherwise, where can I find a young martial artist at the top of the mountain, and it must be expected to be among the ten? When it comes to martial arts, we are only worse than Zhongtu Shenzhou. We were recruited by the Ministry of Justice before. That embroiderer is not here, besides, in my opinion, she is similar to Zhou Haijing, and after all, she is from Beiju Luzhou, which is not suitable."

That pure Wufu vacancy actually had a suitable candidate in his early years, but he died in Shujianhu.

Otherwise, once the twelve earthly branches are filled in, according to the meticulous deduction of the Xing Department and the Qin Tianjian, twelve qi practitioners and pure martial arts who are less than a hundred years old can work together to kill a fairy cultivator outside of the sword repair.

The most important thing is that they have endless and interlocking means to ensure that no one on their side will die, or even their realm will not fall.

It's a pity that the real assassin's eye is located, and it happens to be the pure swordsman who has been hanging in the air.

Otherwise, in the previous battle to accompany the capital, they would never be the only ones who beheaded two monks of the military account demon tribe from the Yupu realm.

Those two monster heads happened to be cut down by Yuan Huajing with a flying sword.

These eleven of them are all night tourists, and they are destined to remain unremarkable until the sect is opened in the coming year.

Yuan Huajing suddenly turned his head and looked at a mountain ridge, and said, "Chen Ping An, why bother to hide? Just like to hide and watch the show?"

Chen Ping'an only glanced at the young Nascent Soul Realm Sword Repair after hearing this, and ignored the opponent's provocation.

When he arrived here, Chen Ping'an began to operate the auras of the five key natal qi residences and the hills of the princes.

Yuan Huajing sneered and said, "Since I have chosen to stand on the sidelines, please go a little bit longer, and don't respond to people here."

The gods of mountains and rivers who protect the road along the way consume the essence of incense accumulated hard, and even the wear and tear of the golden body.

As for the qi practitioner, in addition to the exhaustion of the accumulated spiritual energy, it will even wear down the Taoism, especially if it is careless, it will also damage the ancestral shadow and yin virtue.

Even a sword repairer like Yuan Huajing seems to have nothing to do, but in fact it is not. They still need to use sword aura to protect the road of this big li cavalry, which consumes all the time.

Therefore, this errand of traveling on a dark road at night is a thankless affair to anyone. Afterwards, the few sects of the Dali court will certainly make up for it, but it really has to be calculated, it is still profit and loss. obvious.

But even so, it is still the case, but it is the simplest duty.

The woman who drove side by side with Han Zhoujin was the ghost monk. She asked in her heart: "I saw the young hermit, what did she look like?"

Han Zhoujin smiled and said: "Excellent, personable, romantic sword fairy."

The female ghost curled her lips, "But since he is here, he is just looking from a distance, I will admire him less than before."

Han Zhoujin explained with a smile: "He is a sword fairy, even if he is a master of martial arts with a master of boxing, what can he do?"

The female ghost nodded her head, agreeing, "That's right! It makes sense!"

But regret is inevitable in my heart.

What's wrong, the female ghost can't think of spring anymore. A young man from the same hometown, for the sake of his beloved woman, has stood alone in the city for many years, and she is not allowed to admire him a little.

Just her

Temper, when I saw each other in the future, it was just a hungry tiger attacking the sheep without a word.

Chen Ping'an was on the top of the mountain, and finally carefully looked at the specific situation of the 30,000 battlefield.

The next moment, a bright sword light broke through the night.

On the road shining on the earth, it is as bright as the day, and the smallest detail is visible, but the most unusual thing is that the sword aura is so majestic and majestic. The ghosts that were already turbid, unreasonably added a bit of clear eyes.

In the extreme distance, suddenly there was a imaginary image of a mountain, like the golden body of a monk, standing upright on the road.

At the feet of the heroes of the Wenwu Temple, Yu Yu, and the young novice monk, there were waves of ripples, sparkling under the moonlit night, like...there was a smooth, mirror-like waterway.

It is a wonderful pattern of interdependence between mountains and rivers, the mountains are full of energy, and the waterways are full of aura.

Not only that, the young novice monk suddenly lowered his head and then turned his head, surprised to find that a group of ghosts stretched for miles behind him, and a golden scripture appeared at his feet.

All ghosts and ghosts, when they walk on this road, golden lotus flowers bloom at their feet, swaying.

Confucian Lu Hui walked down the road, followed by the Yin Ling behind him, underneath his feet were snow-white words refined from frontier poems.

At the feet of Dao Lu Ge Ling and several Dao Sect real people, there are a series of mysterious and mysterious Dao tactics, making a road appear colorful and glaze.

And Yu Yu was shocked to find that on the road in front of her, in the water and light, there appeared a fictitious flying sword that was as big as a boat, laying the road.

The vision didn't stop there. When the blue shirt in the far distance began to climb slowly, in an instant, golden threads bloomed from his body, drifting away, killing the more than 30,000 heroes on the battlefield. Pull one by one.

Climbing alone, dragging forward.

With the depletion of his own merits, countless long lines of cause and effect are refined, and the 30,000 Yin spirits behind him are drawn to each other.

After that, the mountain climbing back in the blue shirt, the footsteps faster and faster, and finally walked in the wind, like a virtual boat, a ferry, one person leading thirty thousand heroes, wading through the mountains and water, flying forward, to exceed Imagined extremely fast, rushed to the water and land law meeting and Zhou Tian Dajiao.

All the gods and spirits of the mountains and rivers and various Qi Qi practitioners seemed to have nothing to do at the moment.

Just follow.

Rao Shi Dao Xin is as strong as a sword repairing Yuan Huajing, and he is also speechless.

Song Xu smiled knowingly, Chen Yinguan would indeed "chat."

Song Xu, His Royal Highness, the prince of the Song family of Lili, put away his thoughts, held a fist and bowed to the figure in a distance, fascinated.

The female ghost was dull and speechless. After a long time, she murmured: "Don't you give up so much merit? Such a loss-making business, I am an outsider, I feel distressed."

Han Zhoujin's eyes were shining, and he smiled and said: "He is a hidden official, what he does is not unusual."

In that blue shirt, after approaching the destination, he just turned around and clasped his fists heavily with the heroic spirits on the battlefield, and then left with a sword.

Perhaps in the night tour team tonight, there were the border guards on Fengxue Road, or their battlefield robes.

A carriage hung from the tail of the team, because the right servant of the courtesy department in the carriage is not a monk on the mountain, so it should not be too close. The courtship right servants called for a fellow military general. After the two sides discussed, Within Song Xu and Yuan Huajing, all the gods and cultivators have received an order. For the time being, no one should disclose anything about tonight, and wait for the news from the Ministry of Rites.

On the top of a quiet mountain in the boundary of Gyeonggi, Chen Ping'an fell down, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and began to sit cross-legged, calming the chaotic atmosphere of the small world in his body.

The old scholar came quietly and said with a smile: "I have worked hard to save some money, and if you don't want it, don't you?"

The closed-door disciple was very interested in doing this. Not only did he help lead the way, but he also used a method. Before doing things, he was sincere and sincere, first confessing his identity as a Confucian monk with Tiandi, so that he was able to give up his merit and not earn any merit.

Chen Pingan immediately opened his eyes and said with a smile: "It is a matter of course to come from heaven and earth and return to heaven and earth. It's like earning money by hard work, it's not like spending money at will. Besides, you can earn more in the future."

The old Xiucai squatted on the side and let Chen Ping'an take a rest for a while, and said with emotion: "I pity Mei Huayue, I can't bear to sleep all night."

Chen Pingan echoed: "I can't bear to sleep all night, Yuehuamei pity me."

The old talent slapped his hand with a boxing, "Wonderful."

Chen Ping'an said, "It's Mr.'s disciple after all."

The old Xiucai smiled and said, "Smelly boy, there is no outsider at the moment. It's wasted."

Chen Pingan simply stopped breathing and took out two pots of glutinous rice fermented rice from his hometown, one for each with his husband.

The old Xiucai smiled and asked, "I still don't learn this sword technique well? Why don't you ask Ning girl for advice?"

Chen Ping’an said honestly: “Sir, it’s not that I have no face to learn this swordsmanship from Ning Yao. It’s just like me. I don’t need to learn from someone, and I don’t have to be hypocritical with Ning Yao. Besides, I practiced boxing back then. I still spread out the fist score on the table, learned the words from Ning Yao, and solved the fist thinking. But I don’t want Ning Yao to think too much, for example, to make her feel that her sword practice is too easy and smooth, but when I get to my side, it is hard. In fact, there is no hardship. To be honest, practicing swords is much easier than learning boxing."

The old scholar said: "It's just in comparison, it's not easy."

Then the old scholar stroked his beard and smiled, and couldn't help but admire: "This is old kind."

Just talk about the love between men and women, and talk about Huigen, especially the ability to apply what you have learned. Several of my direct disciples, Cui Yang, Zuo Zuo, Jun Qian, and Xiao Qi, I am afraid that all together, they are not as good as the closed disciple next to him.

Chen Pingan suddenly said with guilt: "It seems that I always let my husband work so hard, but I don't let him worry about and effort."

The old scholar took a sip of her wine and chuckled softly: "Say some silly things, don't say anything in the future, or your husband will be angry."

When I was angry, I couldn't help but want to curse at Zuo Zuo and Jun Qian. Now these two are not around, one is at the site of the Great Wall of Jianqi, and the other ran to the Qingming world to see Bai Ye. It is even more uncomfortable to curse.

The old scholar turned his eyes, coughed, and whispered: "Peace, girl Ning, I don't know why, she has spoken, let us go to your senior brother's house to relive the past."

Chen Ping'an turned his head, his eyes lamented: "Sir, what the **** is going on. No matter how hard you work for the disciple, you can't do this."

The old scholar was even more worried, and angrily raised the hip flask, "Go one, go one."

Chen Pingan complained: "Walk away with a hammer, and Mr. drink it himself."

The old scholar gave a hello, and suddenly said: "By the way, be safe, my husband was just at the inn and gave you the job offer. Ning girl accepted it, but Ning girl also said that the wedding banquet must be in Feisheng City first. Run a game."

Chen Pingan's eyes lit up, "Sir, go one by one."

The old scholar shook his arm and complained to himself: "Walk with a hammer, sir, drink it himself."

Chen Ping'an must knock the flask with her husband, "Mr. has worked so hard to make it impossible!"

The old scholar drank the wine and said, "By the way, girl Ning still needs to go to the Confucian Temple with me. There are some things that the saint of rites have to say. Since it’s a matter of business, it’s only in the Gongde Lin side that the etiquette system is in order. Peace, don’t worry, it’s your own family, and the saints of ceremonies will not embarrass anyone. Ning girl will not be embarrassed. This round trip does not require much time."

Chen Pingan nodded slightly without any objection.

My husband's disciple had a drink on the top of the mountain here, and returned to the alley in the capital together. As for the inn, let it go.

The old monk Yuanying blocked the road again, frowning and said: "Chen Ping An, forget about you and Ning Yao, and bring an outsider, it's not compliant."

Zhao Duanming didn't dare to speak for the newly recognized Brother Chen in such matters.

The old scholar looked at the boy and asked with a smile, "This boy, Toshihiko, has been struck by lightning several times?"

Zhao Duanming nodded and said, "The hero doesn't mention the bravery back then, less than ten times."

Chen Pingan smiled and explained: "It's my husband, not an outsider."

Liu Jia wondered: "Which gentleman?"

The old Xiucai pulled at his shirt and shook his sleeves.

Chen Ping'an continued: "It is the gentleman of the younger generation, that is, the gentleman of Brother Cui and Mr. Qi."

The old monk was full of disbelief, and he was so embarrassed that he didn't dare to speak.

Even if the statue of Wensheng had been moved out of the Middle-earth Confucian Temple, and could not eat cold pig’s head for many years, for a monk on the mountain like Liu Hua, a Confucian sage who could stand side by side with the saints of rituals and sub-sages, a The Confucian sages who came out of the embroidered tiger Cui Yang, Jianxian Zuo and Mr. Qi, waited until the original existence far away in the sky was really close at hand. Apart from being embarrassed, he didn't dare to say a word. There was really no other choice.

Zhao Duanming asked in his heart: "Big Brother Chen, really Wen Sheng?"

Chen Pingan nodded and smiled: "Otherwise?"

Zhao Duanming immediately bowed and said: "Dali Tianshui Zhao's children, Zhao Duanming, pay homage to Master Wen Sheng!"

The old scholar smiled and said, "Master Liu, Duanming, you can't be so polite."

Liu Jia clasped his fist and trembled: "Liu Jia has seen Wen Sheng."

The old scholar waved his hand and walked in the alley with Chen Pingan. When he reached the gate of the courtyard, Chen Pingan opened the door because the door was not locked. He turned his head and found his husband standing outside the door, not crossing the threshold for a long time.

Chen Pingan stopped and waited quietly for her husband.

The old scholar looked inside the door, did not move for a long time, and muttered to himself: "Since the luck is so bad and I became my first apprentice, then the husband will not say that you have worked hard. There are some things that the husband has done wrong."

The deceased inside the door, the old man outside, the sages and sages have been lonely since ancient times.

In the end, the old scholar did not walk into the Yunyun Yiyun Building, but sat on the courtyard stone bench outside the book building. Chen Ping'an took some books from the book building and put them on the table. The old Xiucai was drinking wine and slowly flipping through the books.

In fact, they are all the works of old talents who have not yet become Wen Sheng, so they are mostly first editions, but they appear to be rough and not sophisticated enough, but the pages are unusually clean, like new books, and the title page of each book does not have any There is no narration in the book collection of a poster reader.

Chen Pingan sat on the threshold of the book building, breathing out, closing his eyes and resting, only the sound of Mr. flipping in his ears.

Finally, the old scholar turned to a page, which happened to be the content of the unmasking chapter. The old scholar closed the book and only put the book in his sleeve.

There is nothing to say for a night, only the bright moon will go away, the day will rise, and the world will be bright.