Chen Pingan said goodbye to her husband and left the alley early in the morning.

Thinking about the letter of appointment, the husband sent it, and Ning Yao accepted it. Chen Ping’an was in a good mood.

The old monk who was in charge of guarding the alleys put down the white jade dojo again in the alleys. Apart from practicing in this life, the old man had no other preferences anyway.

Liu Jia really just simply likes to cultivate the Tao. As for the realm or something, don't force it, love will not come, anyway, Lao Tzu is not used to you.

It's just weird. Could that apprentice be struck by lightning if he didn't protect the way yesterday? It’s rare to have no bluffing and bluffing over there to play those martial arts styles, so you can breathe all night, very diligent, use the river cart transport technique of gold liquid to return the blood, and run the small Zhoutian over and over again. It is about sincere. Because of the spirit, it's kind of like a thing.

In addition to his own practice this night, Liu Hua's spiritual flow turned to the sky, with his visual magical powers, like an immortal traveling on a crane in a vast world of his own unique golden jade jungle, out of the white crane under the Jiang Palace, on the Changsheng Bridge, watch the water and enlighten the Tao. . The old monk also had to pay attention to Zhao Duanming's circulation route, so that he could select defects afterwards and help his disciples find out and fill vacancies.

Chen Ping'an stopped near the entrance of the alley, waited a moment, bent his fingers to knock on the door, tapped lightly, and smiled: "Master Liu, stop by the door, don't you mind?"

When the knock on the door sounded in the alley, Liu Jia just converged his mind, and his practice came to an end. The old Yuanying was deeply moved. This young man, worthy of the embroidered tiger’s junior, has a really poisonous vision. Seeing his own practice situation so realistically, the old monk got up from the futon, displayed his magical powers, opened a small door to the Baiyu Dojo and said, "Please come in."

There is an extra word of invitation, it is because your husband is Wensheng's face, it has nothing to do with whether the sword fairy is not the sword fairy, the hidden official is not hidden.

However, in just one day, first the young hidden official came, Ning Yao's sharp sword, and Wen Sheng came by, Liu Hua felt that his usual deserted path of practice was rarely so lively.

It’s just that I was thinking about finding that guy for a drink. Isn’t he already drinking at this moment, so I can only toast three glasses with the old coachman?

Chen Ping'an stepped into it, glanced at the young man who was still practicing, and asked in his heart: "Is the old master going to wait until Duan Ming has entered the Golden Core Realm, and then teach a superior thunder method that is naturally compatible with his numerology?"

Liu Jia looked weird and wanted to nod her head very much. He slapped a swollen face to fill up a fat man with a young man who was not confused, but the old man’s conscience is not relieved. It doesn’t matter if he loses face. He sighed, "There is a fart thunder Fa Dao Jue, I'm so sad."

Chen Pingan was surprised: "With the background of the Zhao family in Tianshui, can't you find a Lei Bu-rectification?"

Liu Jia shook his head, "In the past few years, the Zhao family only found a few secrets of the thunder method. It is a thousand miles away from the authentic five thunders of Longhu Mountain. They dare to give it, and I dare not teach it."

He is really a sword immortal who doesn't know the price of oil, salt, firewood and rice. Lei Fa is known as the ancestor of ten thousand laws on the mountain. How can this secret record of true law be so easy to get, and it is not a matter of money at all, Baopingzhou The immortal family, there are not many people who specialize in thunder method, and there is no one close to the word "authentic". Even the great heavenly monarch of the gods, Qi Zhen, dare not say that he is good at thunder method.

Chen Ping’an thought for a while, and said, “I’m going to take a trip to the Divine Continent of China. I have a friend on the mountain. He is a nobleman from the Heavenly Master’s Mansion. I have made an appointment to go to Longhu Mountain as a guest. I will see if I can fight for it. Xi made up a decent secret book, but this matter cannot be guaranteed."

Liu Jia frowned and said, "For no reason, why are you so invigorating and mobilizing people to give a piece of Tianda incense to Duanming for free? Why, you are trying to win over Tianshui Zhao as an ally of Luoposhan in Dali?"

Chen Ping’an shook his head and smiled: “It’s really going to happen. I accidentally missed the secret book of thunder method in Renyun Yiyun Tower. It’s a thanks to Master Liu for helping to take care of the brother’s house. Master Liu just needs to do it. One thing is to conceal this from the Zhao family in Tianshui. In short, it has nothing to do with me. Then I will preach for Duan Ming Anxin."

Liu Jia will be skeptical, "It's that simple, really nothing to calculate?"

Chen Ping'an asked back: "I can't believe in Chen Ping'an, who meets in a peaceful water, but Master Liu Xian can't believe in my husband?"

Liu Jia laughed dumbly, hesitated, and nodded. This kid has moved out of Wensheng. This is feasible. Confucian scholars, the most important context and orthodoxy, can not make any jokes.

It's just that the old cultivator suddenly recovered his senses and said with a smile: "Good boy, if you lie to me, if you don't do anything, you can earn a good impression from me, right?"

Chen Ping'an deliberately looked puzzled and said: "What do you say?"

Liu Jia burst into laughter, pointed his finger at the young man who thought he was a fool, and clicked, "Even if you have a good relationship with Tianshifu, a Confucian disciple who is not in Longhushan Daomai after all, I am afraid it is a big day. Master, I don’t dare to preach your Five Thunders Real Method without authorization. You have just said it yourself. You can only use the opportunity of reading books to piece together and touch your conscience. Can a cheat be better than the one found by the Zhao family in Tianshui? I don’t find a good reason, because it leaks on all sides and is untenable..."

The old monk stopped talking immediately, and saw that the sword fairy smiled and raised his hand, five thunders gathered in the palm of good fortune, and the Taoism was lofty Leifahhe.

Liu Jia looked intently, looked and looked again, nodded lightly, and said as usual: "The little master is a master of thunder. He is worthy of being a disciple of the sage Wen, the brother of the embroidered tiger, who has learned from the best, cast a furnace, admire and admire. It's settled, I thank you first, and only waited for the little master to accidentally lose this secret book in the house, and then I picked it up by accident. Just?"

Chen Ping’an smiled and said: “I will carefully write down all the matters needing attention in practicing this method, and carefully append the end of the book. The text will only be more cumbersome and detailed than the main text. The realm of the old fairy is placed there, and I will protect the Tao afterwards. Teaching the Fa is absolutely not a problem."

Liu Jia was a little embarrassed.

Chen Ping'an said: "I have to bother with the old immortal teacher. Help me and Tianshui's Patriarch Zhao family to ask for a picture and write the Zhao family motto. Of course it has nothing to do with Chen Ping'an.

Being able to be called here to guard the alley by the senior, Chen Ping'an was sure that Liu Jia must be a tight-lipped person. So there was no worry that the old monk would miss his mouth when he was on the Zhao family in Tianshui.

Liu Jia breathed a sigh of relief, and asked for calligraphy and painting, a trivial matter. Even if he carried a basket to the door, it was nothing. It was for the face of Master Zhao, who wrote beautifully.

The Tianshui Zhao family, who was described as Ma Shizhao by the Dali officialdom, has a very literary family motto. Chen Ping’an is especially fond of the few words. The weather should be clear and high, the knowledge should be profound and far-reaching, the standing should be strong and sincere, and the color should be suitable. Rouyizhuang.

In fact, after Chen Ping'an came to Beijing this time and met Zhao Duanming, he wanted to ask for a copy of the family motto handwritten by the Patriarch of the Zhao family. It should not be hung in his study and can be given to the little warm tree. It's just that the situation in the capital is still unclear. Chen Ping'an had planned to wait until things happened before opening up with Zhao Duanming. It's all right now, you can get it without spending money.

The old monk was suddenly taken aback. Chen Ping’an turned his head and looked at him. Zhao Duanming’s mind was immersed in the world, and there was a flow of air that echoed each other, so that the spirit of the whole person was fading out, and people were like mountains. , Feiyun is hovering, there are signs of lightning and thunder. Chen Pingan glanced at Liu La, who was taken aback, nodded immediately, and said that you just protect Duanming.

Chen Ping'an stepped forward to Zhao Duanming's side, stomping lightly, the closed-eyed young man sitting cross-legged on the futon, and then floated into the air.

Chen Ping'an raised a hand and gently stroked the young man's head to help Zhao Duanming calm his mind. The palm of the five thunder-crowded hands turned into **** together, gently tap the center of the young man's eyebrows to calm him, and instantly rise to the top A state of sleep.

Liu Hua's eyes widened and his expression was unbelievable. He saw that the surroundings of the disciple's head were magnificent and magnificent, like a mysterious picture of the world being Taoized.

The sun and the moon were suspended in the sky, countless stars revolving, I saw that wearing a blue shirt, from the bright galaxy, with my heart, I picked out a golden light lingering and thundering pocket "star", and then with that little hand, As if as a longevity bridge, slowly rolling into the young man’s eyebrows, the star that was blurred by Taoism, within Zhao Duanming’s personal small world, following the aura of Xiao Zhoutian, revolving in an orderly manner, the young man was originally scattered everywhere A few strands of the essence of Taoism that even I didn't even notice, if I get an edict, it will come in an instant, and I will worship the ancient star that seems to be suspended in the sky.

Chen Pingan lightly patted the young man's forehead, and the young man brought the futon to the ground again.

Liu Jia asked cautiously: "Chen Ping An, are you a great cultivator of the ascension realm?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "I am not, my wife is."

Liu Jia endured, but still couldn't hold back, he asked the biggest question in his heart, "Chen Ping An, why did you kidnap Ning Yao?"

Chen Pingan adjusted his clothes, shook his sleeves, smiled and said nothing.

Isn't this obvious? It depends on appearance and tolerance.

Liu Jia was stunned for a long time, jokingly: "Are you a tailor?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said goodbye, and strode out of the alley.

The young man who had been kept in the dark slowly recovered his senses. After opening his eyes, he stood up and jumped a few times, only feeling extremely refreshed.

Finding the master sitting on the futon drinking, Zhao Duanming squatted over, smelling the wine to relieve gluttony.

Liu Jia smiled and said: "It was not clear before why the national teacher asked me to wait patiently, saying that I should owe the salary first, and then someone will come here to pay."

The world is messy, twists and turns, and it's not real, but it depends on the general quality of people's hearts. Liu Ka is quite accurate.

Zhao Duanming said, "Master is embarrassed to accept my brother Chen's money? Master, of course you are very strong about practicing and preaching. Otherwise, you won't be able to teach me such an apprentice, but you really have to learn from me when it comes to humanity and sophistication. ."

Liu Jia smiled and stopped speaking, and turned his head to look into the alley. The former national teacher Cui Huang had been here year after year, day after day, alone, but he never felt lonely.

The worry of the heart is like a tiger's tail, and it is involved in the spring ice.

Now there are more juniors, walking in the alleys.

It is as clear as the sun and the moon, and as far away as the journey of the stars.

It seems that the sword fairy in Qingshan, although young, is not a chess piece, but is located in the capital, where the mountains and rivers of a country are the chessboard.

Invite your opponent to take a seat and try it.

The old monk thought about it again, quite proud.

The janitor myself, Chen Ping'an, Ning Yao, and Wen Sheng can barely be regarded as stopping the three. Who can compare to it?

Liu Jia coughed, handed over a jug of wine, and smiled: "Duanming, drink."

The teenager patted off Master's hand and laughed and said, "Master is talking about laughing, what kind of wine to drink, the disciple is young, but he can't stand the smell of wine."

Anyway, only a few steps away, when he arrived at the inn, Chen Ping'an was not in a hurry to find Ning Yao. He chatted with the shopkeeper first, and after chatting, he asked about the girl.

The old man yelled: "The surname is Chen, don't eat the bowl and look at the pot. Hurry up and put away the crooked mind. Besides, did you kid take the wrong medicine? My girl looks pretty, but she doesn't feel better. Girl Ning."

Chen Pingan smiled and tentatively said: "The shopkeeper, what do you think? Who am I? The shopkeeper has seen the three teachers and nine liu who go north and south, and you have long developed a pair of golden eyes. I really can't see it? I just think she is good... …"

The old shopkeeper laughed angrily: "Stop it, stop it! Could it be that I'm going to learn the art with you, a little girl's family, what kind of martial arts skills, let me talk more about this."

To talk about the martial arts in the market, let alone sell that dog-skin plaster with guns or smashing boulders on his chest to earn some hard money. Although the young man in front of him is mostly a quagmire who lives here, he wants Saying that you let your daughter go to learn martial arts with someone, isn't it just a few days after you get calloused, how can you marry someone? It hurts to think about it.

The most worried thing is that stupid girl

Female, when I was young, I dreamed of being a heroine of the world. Fortunately, there was a time when the two gangsters of Yi Chi Lane and Chi'er Street fought in groups. It was a fierce fight, and the bricks were broken a lot. I saw my girl sullenly ran home. After that, I felt relieved. , I just yelled that when I grow up, it’s not too late to practice my internal skills first.

Chen Ping'an said: "Then if I was in the inn with her, and met her on foot, wouldn't it be illegal?"

The old man yelled, lowered his voice and said, "What the **** do you picture? Chen Ping'an, you honestly, tell me, otherwise I'll really have to chase people, there are two sons, but only one girl. I was kidnapped by your kid, and the murderous aunt of my family can kill me."

The old shopkeeper really didn't think this young foreigner was a wicked person.

What's more, the world is peaceful now, the days of the people of Dali are safe and secure every day, not to mention the people in the rivers and lakes, the gods on the mountain dare not.

The old man suddenly asked: "Chen Ping An, tell me the truth about you, which sect do you belong to and how big is your name?"

In the boundary of Longzhou, I only heard that there was a towering Piyun Mountain, the Wei Shanjun who was rumored to be rich in wealth, and the Longquan Sword Sect full of sword immortals.

Chen Ping'an smiled: "The little sect, I don't know the shopkeeper, anyway, there are not many people, but I can guarantee that my house is good.

The old man sneered and said: "If I go out, I will tell people that I am here, which is one of the best inns in Beijing. Every day I go in and out, it is not the great masters of the rivers and lakes like Yuhong and Zhou Haijing, or the immortal master who drives the clouds and mists. Believe it or not?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "I don't believe it."

The old man asked: "You kid wouldn't really like my girl, right? Could it be love at first sight?"

Chen Pingan smiled bitterly, "Really not."

The old man was relieved and nodded. That's all right, and then he patted the table, which is very bad. My daughter is not worse than Na Ning Yao. The old man waved his hand, and he didn't look forward to get out.

After Chen Ping'an left, someone from the Yamen soon came to look up the book, two faces, but the official card was correct, and the old shopkeeper didn't think much.

After they turned to the names of Chen Pingan and Ning Yao, the two smiled at each other. One of the young officials continued to turn the page casually, and then smiled casually: "Shopkeeper Liu, business is booming."

The old man lay on the counter at will, and he didn't give the slightest bit of attention to these public servants. His own inn was opened on the edge of those two streets. Two generations, almost 50 years old, have never seen any civil servants and generals. They are in the center. The Huang Zi Gongqing, not only a familiar face, but also a lot of encounters on the road, but also can say hello. In this regard, the old shopkeeper has always been quite arrogant, so this time just smiled and said: "Business is okay. "

Ning Yao didn't deliberately immerse himself in spiritual practice and cultivate his sword intent, otherwise it would be tantamount to a great battle between the two worlds.

She just sat at the table for a night, and then in the early morning, she opened her eyes, subconsciously stretched out her fingers, and gently twisted the corner of a sleeve.

When the knock on the door sounded softly, Ning Yao said, "The door is not fastened."

Chen Pingan pushed the door and walked in. Ning Yao glanced at the green shirt with a jade hairpin on his head and said nothing.

Chen Ping'an took out a few essays written by the writer from his sleeve, and smiled: "I still have to stay in the capital for a few days. I'm afraid you will get bored, so I picked a few books and flipped through it."

Ning Yao looked at a few books on the table, carried them, and asked, "There is no Jianghu Romance and Legendary Gongan?"

Chen Ping'an asked, "Do you want to look at this category?"

Ning Yao asked back: "Otherwise, look at those strange smoke powder and strange nonsense?"

Chen Ping'an was speechless.

Those romances, at every turn, are the hidden masters instilling a lot of internal strength for the younger generation, which is quite nonsense.

But what the daughter-in-law said is correct.

Chen Pingan first talked about the visit to the Confucian Temple invited by the saint of rites. Ning Yao nodded and said that there was no problem. Then Chen Pingan immediately turned around to find books, but there seemed to be no such books in the library.

I remember that when he was still Xiao Heitan's big disciple, he pestered Old Wei and Xiao Bai privately every day, saying that everyone had passed her several decades of skill.

Later, the old cook filed a complaint, and then Pei Qian ate chestnuts to his fullness before letting Wei Xian and Lu Baixiang go.

The old shopkeeper saw Chen Ping'an back and forth, jokingly: "You can't look good. It's pretty fast for a young person."

Chen Pingan pretended not to understand, and asked: "The shopkeeper, is there a bookstore nearby?"

The old man nodded, "Not far, there is a bookstore half a street away, but the shop so close to Chi'er Street in Yichi Lane, you can imagine that the price is not cheap, and they are mostly rare and rare books. Why? Now, you guys in the martial art of the rivers and lakes, who have to deal with others beforehand, can you say a few words?"

The old man roughly pointed the way. Chen Ping'an thanked him and said with a smile: "Daughter-in-law wants to read a book, so she can look for it there."

Chen Ping’an took a walk, and found the street. There were indeed many bookshops. He spent seven or eight ounces of silver, picked a few books, put them in his sleeves, changed his mind, and detoured to another place, about three miles away. , Through the streets and alleys, Chen Pingan finally walked to a fairy house inn at the end of the alley. The door face was not big, and there was no fairy house ostentation. The ordinary master passed by, he would definitely not take a second look. This decapitated road will only turn around and leave.

Chen Ping'an knew about a few Song Xus who went out of the city last night to travel long distances. Their figure started from this place. Later, when they returned to the capital, they also settled here. Most likely, this is their place of cultivation.

As soon as Chen Pingan was about to knock on the door, he frowned slightly, and his figure fluttered backwards and fell ten feet away. There was a female ghost monk in the Golden Core Realm, her figure fictitious, from the door with the painted door god. , A flew out, Chen Ping'an glanced, and found that it was the female ghost next to the young Yuanying Jianxiu, mostly Song Xu and Ge Ling, but they belonged to different mountains.

Is this to discuss the Taoism? Still ask Jianwenquan?

It was just that she saw her figure spinning, her colorful clothes fluttering, her teeth and claws flaring, and she seemed to have nothing to do with her, and her cannibalistic eyes and coveting face, what happened.

Chen Pingan's hands were sleeved, and he just moved sideways to avoid the female ghost Yufeng's figure, like a colorful female ghost spinning half a circle, spreading his arms, about to hug the blue shirt.

Are you endless?

Chen Ping'an didn't turn his head, just raised an elbow and slammed it back, hitting the female ghost in front of the door.

The ghost fell to the ground so dizzy, she sat up, pulled out a kerchief from her sleeve with two fingers, wiped the corner of her eyes, and started to cry.

Chen Ping'an turned his head, frowned and asked, "What's the matter?"

The female ghost was full of vigor and did not speak, but floated towards Chen Ping'an suddenly, without murderous intent, as if she was blindly stalking.

Chen Ping'an always put his hands in the sleeves, raised a foot, kicked her forehead, and the female ghost hit the wall.

wrong.

It's some kind of weird blindfold that can cover the mind. In short, seeing is imaginary.

Chen Ping'an squinted, sticking out his sleeves, with five fingers like hooks, grabbing the head of the female ghost, pressing down quickly, and smashing it to the ground, twisting his toes slightly, and covering the road with martial arts, not allowing her to escape. Then she poked her heart with a tiptoe and made a bang. The poor girl ghost's figure in colored clothes, like a rag, wiped all the alleys, and then the woman's body and colored clothes suddenly expanded and hovered over Near the entrance of the alley, it was like a huge painted lady's picture on the wall.

Chen Pingan reminded: "It's almost enough."

On the walls on both sides of an alley, the sky was dim and dark in an instant, and countless female ghost heads were protruding, but they were not stern and stern, but smiled like a flower, like the infatuated and infatuated woman who finally saw the lover return home.

Chen Ping'an had already planned to be ruthless, and sighed for no reason, and said, "One last warning."

Yuan Huajing in the inn walked into the corridor and said in a deep voice: "Change Yan, stop."

The female ghost named Gaiyan immediately gathered her magic skills and appeared in the alley with a graceful posture and salutes, "The little girl changed her beauty and saw Gongzi Chen."

Chen Ping'an explained: "I'm looking for someone."

Gai Yan smiled, "It's good to find someone. I opened this inn. Anyone can find it. I will lead the way for Young Master Chen."

Chen Pingan shook his head and said, "No."

The woman was extremely aggrieved and timidly said: "The inn is my site. Whether to open the door to welcome guests to earn the fairy money, there is actually no fixed number, it just depends on the little girl's mood. Chen Gongzi is a gentleman, can't you break in?"

If Song Xu’s six small hills belong to strange people, but both their status and temperament are still normal, then the nickname "Yelang" Jian Xiu Yuan Huajing, his four subordinates, it seems that there are no A fuel-saving lamp, in addition to this female ghost named Gaiyan, there is also a young rider named Kushou from Ye Xiu, and a five-element practitioner from the Yin-Yang family.

Finally, there is a wild Xiu from Shanze's quirky background. He looks like a young man with a cold face and murderous brows. I took a name for myself, my last name is Gou. The young man has a bad temper and has a strange desire to be a national teacher of a small country, to become a vassal of the Dali vassal, no matter how small it is.

Chen Pingan shrank the mountains and rivers in one step and broke open the inn’s unremarkable forbidden formation. He looked around and saw a house in the cloud and mist. With a stroke of two fingers, he opened the door and entered, falling down and smiling. Said: "There were so many people last night, it's hard to say."

The young man was struggling, actually he had already walked out of the dojo where there is a cave in the house. At this moment, he saw the blue shirt in front of him. The young man first clasped his fists and then made a fuss. He seemed to feel wrong. Finally he had to scratch his head, shouted Mr. Chen, and then started. Grinning silly.

In the old days of Shihao Kingdom, in the dog meat shop, there was a young man who was mistaken for being a dumb boy. Later, he met a man in a blue cotton-padded coat, took him to a meal, said a lot, and gave him a possibility. .

Finally, I borrowed a small summer money from the teenager.

"My enemy".

The Gaiyan in the alley was not annoyed, but shyly stomped and followed.

When she came to this courtyard, she was extremely surprised. Did she know Chen Pingan? Why never heard of this.

Han Zhoujin also came to the entrance of the small courtyard, and there was a follower Yu Yu beside him.

The boy smiled brilliantly: "Mr. Chen, my name is Gou Cun today."

Chen Pingan smiled and nodded, "The name is good."

Gou Cun.

Don't forget the original, live.

Chen Pingan stretched out his hand.

The boy hurriedly took out a small summer money that he had kept all the time from his sleeve and handed it to the other party, apologizing: "Mr. Chen, I spent the small summer money back then."

Chen Ping'an said, "I borrow money to repay, and I can't talk about interest."

The boy grinned, knowing that Mr. Chen was joking.

Chen Ping'an put away the small summer money, twisted his wrist, and produced a green bamboo stick, which is the hiking stick of the literati and gentleman for mountaineering.

On the top of the hiking stick, there is a two-character inscription, Zhi Yuan.

The young man held a hiking stick in his arms and was not good at words, but silently bowed to Mr. Chen to thank him.

next moment.

Before the young man raised his head and stood up, he was instantly alarmed.

In fact, not only Gou Cun, but also the female ghost in the courtyard, Han Zhoujin and Yu Yu at the door, and Song Xu gathered in a nearby courtyard, everyone found themselves in the cloud.

The formation master Han Zhoujin had already sacrificed the ruins of the fairy palace, and then there was only a sword light between the sky and the earth, breaking the sky and the earth, forcibly breaking the mountain and water restriction of an ancient Tongbai blessed land, only to see that Chen Pingan grabbed it with one hand. Gaiyan's bun, holding Gou Cun's neck with one hand, the female ghost Gaiyan's aura was suppressed by her fist, almost stagnated, and a little bit of wind and grass, the natal qi house belonging to the five elements has the heartbreaking pain, as for Gou Cun has fainted. , The most troublesome part is that Gaiyan and Gou Cun are lightly stabbed by Feijian

At once, Jian Qi penetrated into the small world in the body.

The sword immortal in Qingshan who did not say hello looked around, took a few glances at the aura of the avenue of the ancient immortal dojo, then stared at Han Zhoujin and smiled and said, "I'm a little bit strange, how did you kill back then? The monster army accounted for the jade innocent realm, attacked and beheaded? No, it’s just to give you the head, right?"

Chen Ping’an said to himself: “Or, as long as there is a shortage of manpower, the eleven of you can only be considered as a mess? It’s okay, just come in. Besides, there is no need for you to plan to kill others in the world. Good thing, the debt will be repaid one day, and that's it now."

The yin and yang family qi practitioner was about to pinch the Dao Jue and use an extremely mysterious natal magical power. At the price of one level of self-fall, he helped the eleven people to return to the "before" and make preparations early.

As a result, there was a sword light directly above his head. Yuan Huajing appeared as Sui Lin’s guardian, offering a natal flying sword, using the flying sword against the flying sword, cutting off the sword light, never thought that the five-element family practitioner was around him. , The sword light lit up countless, directly stirring up that slender thread of time.

Chen Pingan left Gou Cun and Gaiyan in his hands, and walked to Dao Lu Geling in one step. This Taoist priest actually chose to directly explode the golden core and Yuan Ying and replace them with ordinary earth immortal monks. The end of the elimination.

Chen Ping'an, full of fist like a waterfall, unscathed, walked out of this slightly chaotic battlefield at random, stretched out his hand to hold down Yu Yu of the military cultivator and punched close to him, gently pulled closer to him, and then turned around. With a heart-to-heart elbow, Yu Yu vomited blood and flew out dozens of feet. His figure flashed. Just about to lift his foot and step on it, the corner of his eye found that Yu Yu was actually far away. It was a bit interesting. In the small world of the caged finches, what I saw in my eyes still received interference. It seems that the female ghost, the legendary "painter profiler" on the mountain, was still hiding a lot of clumsy in the alley.

So the next moment, in the eyes of eleven people, the heavens and the earth are tilted, twisted and upside down to varying degrees.

Like a world, cut into countless realms by the master.

The female ghost Gaiyan was about to make a move, and her vision was full of sword light, and dozens of long swords were nailed into her body and the colorful clothes in an instant.

Gou Cun, who was supposed to have been sleeping for a long time, suddenly opened his eyes, and Chen Ping'an stepped on the center of the mouth and passed out again. At the same time, Chen Ping'an squinted the little novice monk and smiled, as if saying that it was you. Wearing a blue shirt as if stepping out of the door, volleyed into the air, appeared behind the little novice monk, wrapped his arms around the little monk’s neck, and supported the little monk’s chin with one hand, but Chen Ping’an hesitated and chose to stop temporarily and pat. He patted the little monk's head and smiled: "Be careful later."

With **** together, he drew a circle, and around the little novice monk, a golden thunder pond appeared.

Chen Pingan changed the battlefield, shook his sleeves, and hung the talisman like two galaxies, besieging the Five Elementalists.

Han Zhoujin was shocked, and he didn't know when he actually lost the qi traction with the Xianfu ruins.

Chen Ping'an looked around, raised his hand casually, patted the flying swords of Yuan Huajing and Song Xu, and said: "Knowing that you have a lot of back players, but it is useless. If you don't have a chance to use it, you have already lost."

With a flick of his finger, he blasted a fragment of the golden body at the Yin-Yang family Qi Qi practitioner. Chen Ping'an said, "It's a compensation. Let's go back."

The time reversed for a moment, and the eleven people returned to their respective positions, but with the support of the little novice’s Dharma and supernatural powers, everyone still remembers. Sui Lin sat down on the ground with a pale face, but the golden body fragment in his hand could make up for himself. There is still a surplus in the loss of Taoism.

Half of the monks were not convinced, and the remaining half had lingering fears.

The sword immortal in Qingshan with the most fierce shot seemed to be the only one who was not affected by the long river of time. He was the first to return to the place of the inn, standing in the corridor with his arms and sleeves, and smiled with the boy who was still bowing his head: "scared?"

The boy was dull and speechless, still holding a mountain stick, got up and scratched his head, then shook his head, "Mr. Chen, I learned it."

Chen Pingan whispered: "Cultivating on the mountain, the clouds are treacherous, the higher the climb, the greater the mountain breeze, so be careful in the future."

Then Chen Ping'an laughed, "Of course it's not that you have to be careful of my sneak attacks in the future. Today's shot is an exception."

Chen Ping An began to help the eleven people to resume the fight, and then gave some suggestions. As for whether they listened, it didn't matter.

If they weren't the monks carefully selected by seniors and spent a lot of money to cultivate them, Chen Ping'an would be too lazy today, then a large piece of golden body fragments of ancient gods is not money.

Chen Ping'an finally asked in his heart: "Gou Cun, what happens when I see someone who eats dog meat now?"

Gou Cun was silent for a moment, raised his head, and said frankly with Mr. Chen: "I still feel uncomfortable, so if you listen to Mr. Chen, you must become the national teacher of that small country in the future and order that no one is allowed to eat dog meat in a country."

Chen Pingan nodded, "Take it slowly."

Chen Ping'an was about to leave this fairy home inn. Unexpectedly, the female ghost had the courage to approach a few steps, blinking a pair of big eyes, "Master Chen, let's go now, I'll see you off?"

Chen Ping'an angrily smiled and said, "Is it greasy or crooked, let's talk about it, what exactly are you drawing?"

She looked a little shy, "Learning from Han Zhoujin, she was upset at the sight, and couldn't hold it."

Han Zhoujin's face flushed, and she became angry and said, "Gaiyan, clean your mouth!"

Chen Ping An was speechless and passed away in a flash.

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Temple of Fire.

Under the flower shed, Aunt Feng squinted her eyes, came uninvited, and entered without knocking on the door. Who are they?

The old coachman said straightforwardly: "The situation forces you to answer Chen Ping's three questions. What do you think that kid will ask? I prepared early. Don't shy away. If it wasn't for you to make trouble, I wouldn't have to suffer more from those two swords. ."

Aunt Feng smiled, "Chen Pingan will definitely ask who you are first."

The old coachman said, "What else?"

Aunt Feng continued: "The broken life porcelain, did you participate in it?"

The old coachman nodded, "This is a good answer, no shit."

Aunt Feng tut said: "You have a conscience, right? You have bet on the Ma family in Xinghua Lane a long time ago."

The old coachman did not hide, "I am most optimistic about Ma Kuxuan, there is nothing to hide, but what the Ma family did has nothing to do with me. Neither instigated them nor helped to erase the traces afterwards."

Aunt Feng thought for a moment, "As for the third question, there are too many things he might ask, it's hard to guess."

"such as?"

"For example, in the refining of Lizhu Dongtian's natal porcelain, who is the instigator. Do you want to answer? How?"

The old coachman took out a small porcelain bottle and opened it wide, surrounded by purple air, sniffed it lightly, and suddenly he was full of golden light, flowing around his body, mending his injuries.

The body of the gods, being cut by the sword repair, is one thing good, that is, there is no remaining sword energy, and the aftermath of the sword energy will be washed away by the long river of time. As long as the golden body does not break on the spot, no matter how severe the injury is afterwards, there will be more cracks. , Can make up and repair the golden body.

The old coachman was silent for a moment, a little helpless, "Tell Ning Yao, as long as it is a question I don't want to answer, I can ask Chen Ping An to change it."

Aunt Feng smiled and said, "That's it?"

The old coachman sullenly said, "The little lady gave an explanation, but there are only three things."

The old coachman suddenly raised his head, you old lady, don't cheat me anymore.

Aunt Feng joked: "If it really doesn't work, it's okay to die for the Taoist friend and not to die for the poor. Let's show the roots and feet of that person and Chen Ping'an."

The old coachman shook his head, "The four most difficult ghosts on the mountain, in fact, don't mess with anyone."

The other two people behind the scenes, one of them is a dragon breeder from the line of Fulong. There is another, from the land of Yinyang family. The one who is in the bright and the dark is the capital trainer who was beaten to death by Song Changjing indiscriminately. The one in the dark, the site of the old five mountains of Dayi, is all from this person. Handwriting.

These few of them are immortal. Under the fence of the Lizhu Cave, of course they have their own needs. The old ancestor of Fulongshi is betting on the Dali Song family, and by the way, suppressing the luck of the Lu family on Fulu Street.

As for the auntie Feng, apart from protecting the road, it was just getting involved everywhere. For example, Cao Han and Yuan Xuan were brought out of the Lizhu Cave, and the pair of future civil and martial arts were given to the Great Court. Only with that ZTE, the Song Clan of Dayi would not be cut off from Guozuo, and was easily annexed by the Lv Family, which was the former overlord of Dayi.

Compared to Aunt Feng and the old coachman, the Yin-Yang monk from the Lu family of Middle-earth was hiding behind the scenes, threading needles and leads all day, and acting the most sneaky, but he was able to make sense and was within the rules.

The old coachman said for no reason: "Within Jiazi, first come first served. Ma Kuxuan actually has a chance."

It means that the illusory and ubiquitous awe-inspiring luck has broken several continents, mountains and rivers, and the great monks of the two worlds have fallen so many, which one is not the one who is the original one, but they are all returned to the world. This It was like an invisible battle. Earlier, the sword fairy embryos of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, as well as the Baijian fairy of Tuoyue Mountain, actually belonged to the imminent warfare, and they all rose to the occasion. Later, the sword fairy Xu Hao, the Baidi City Gu Can and his ilk, One by one turned out to be born, rising extremely fast, so in the past 100 years, it has been a great year for cultivators, and there is nothing to miss.

unless.

Wen Hai, who had gone to the sky, was thorough enough to be able to return to the world, and war would start again.

The old coachman glanced at the sky and sighed: "I have to say, this thoroughness is indeed remarkable."

Aunt Feng smiled and said: "It is the way for monks to raise Tibet."

The old coachman frowned and said, "The merit is hard to come by. There is something wrong with Chen Ping'an's brain."

Aunt Feng shook her head, unwilling to say more about it.

The so-called human nature, in the final analysis, is to like to fight with yourself.

As a god, he is born to be able to classify into different categories, not bad, happy, angry, sad, and then subdivided into hundreds of "boundaries", everywhere in order.

Regarding this matter, the saints of the three religions all have many solutions. For example, the Buddhist Taoists all praise the "observance of one law." More recently, only the old scholar who restored the temple of Confucianism is already in the book of sages. Exploring the heavenly secrets, for example, the mortal observations are suspicious, the center is uncertain, the outer objects are unclear, the bright moon travels at night, and when you see its shadow, you think that ghosts...the heart is the king of the shape, and the lord of the gods is also needed. Self-restraint, self-deprivation, self-restraint...this is the essence of the old scholar's unmasking chapter.

Therefore, at the inn earlier, the old scholar seemed unintentional and casual, and mentioned his unmasking chapter.

At that time, Aunt Feng withdrew a gust of breeze and stopped eavesdropping on the conversation.

The so-called rumors in the world were really not because she deliberately went to the auditorium, it was really due to her own destiny.

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Chen Ping’an returned on the same road and approached the inn. She just happened to ran into the girl and went out. When she saw the guy, the girl turned around, ran back to the inn, and walked around the counter. She hid beside her dad, and then pretended to be ready to order.

Chen Pingan crossed the threshold without squinting.

Suddenly stopped, turned and walked out of the inn, to the alley house.

The big queen mother finally came.

At the counter, the girl whispered: "Father, did I wrong him."

The old shopkeeper said in a deep voice: "No, this kid is in the world, with many eyes, he is trying to catch him."

Chen Pingan was quite helpless.

Walking slowly in the street, and nothing happened, Chen Ping'an began to babble casually.

The ancient bamboo horse hit the waist of the skirt, Zhuma listened to the sound of selling flowers, the lotus charmed the fish, and the screens complained about the autumn of the jade. Clouds across the river can not send water boats, the magpie bridge immortal sees the pot in the sky, mountain ghosts sing Wannianchun.