At the entrance of the alley, a humble carriage was parked. The curtains were old, the horses were ordinary, and there was a woman in palace dress with a short stature. She was chatting with the old monk Liu Jia, and the cheerful boy of Tianshui Zhao's was a little more cautious than ever.

  The coachman is an acquaintance, still standing next to the carriage with his eyes closed.

  Chen Ping’an kept walking, walking slowly, smiled and stretched out three fingers, and the old coachman snorted coldly.

The palace woman stopped chatting with the old monk, turned her head, and looked at the blue shirt with a hosta on her head. She was slender and wore cloth shoes. She looked relaxed, not like a foreigner. It's more like walking in the courtyard of your own site.

  The sword fairy in Qingshan, striding across the capital, young and vigorous, but so.

  It's just that the young man didn't carry that long sword at the moment. It is said that it was refined from the tip of the sword of the fairy sword Taibai, but in the battle of Zhengyang Mountain Wenjian, this sword is not much present, and more is suppressed by swordsmanship. Most of them put the sword in the house. Zhao You, the servant of the Xing Department of the Song Dynasty, had a lot of immortality, and he also obtained a piece of Taibai Immortal Sword.

  As the man in the green shirt continued to approach, she frowned slightly, and she was a little bit guilty in her heart, how tall is the mud-legged boy of the past? After a while, the two parties will be chatting, wouldn't you be a disadvantage?

Previously in the Changchun Palace, through the Qin Tianjian and the broken porcelain, she only remembered the person in the scroll, the celestial spirit is ethereal, the lotus crown in the green gauze robes, and the ganoderma lucidum in her hand, she really ignored the young The height of the person today.

  Liu Pa and the Empress Dowager Dali said goodbye, and took his disciple Zhao Duanming into the Baiyu Dojo, took the initiative to isolate the world, and made way for both sides.

  The imperial woman waved to the old coachman, who drove away.

The Queen Mother of Li, has a skillful appearance, and a body like fat. Because she is not tall, even among the women in the south of the continent, the figure is relatively short, so she looks very small and exquisite, but there are the golden branches and leaves of the Taoist men. Weather, a woman who is only thirty years old.

  The woman's surname is Southern, and she is a native of Yuzhang County, Tingzhou, Dali. The family is just a local county. After she entered the palace and gained power, she did not follow the chickens and dogs to the sky, but fell silent.

Her clothes are simple and elegant, and there is no extra decoration. It is only produced by the Weaving and Dyeing Institute under the supervision of the Beijing Shaofu, weaving the unique moiré pattern of the Weaving and Dyeing Institute. It is just a kitty. The weaving craft and the Lingluo material are not immortal things. There was nothing strange about it, but she brought a string of hand-made chains and twelve snow-white beads, which was bright and lovely.

There is no one around, so naturally no one dared to spy on this place without authorization. Nanzhan, the most powerful woman in Aquarius, turned sideways and gave a blessing, graceful and romantic, she smiled sweetly: " Met Mr. Chen."

  Chen Ping An stopped, clasped his fists and smiled: "I have seen the Queen Mother."

One more glance at the woman’s hand ring, it’s worthy of the name, because every bead is a "spiritual bead" contained in "Shanhaizhi", which can make people enlighten and remember the past and the past, and there are things in this life. Forgetting, you only need to rub this pearl to get a better understanding. Almost all the ancestors in the world will find this pearl hard, and welcome the old ancestors who have been reincarnated by soldiers back to the mountain, and give this pearl to help the reincarnation. Getting up to the world of the last life and practicing two things.

  Nan Yan glanced at the place where the blue shirt stopped, not far or near, she just happened to be able to talk with her without looking up.

   Seems to be a great face to the other party, Nan Yangui is the queen mother, and she is still willing to call her a gentleman respectfully, and one will vote for her husband, be considerate, and don't bully her small.

   Nan Yan smiled and said, "Mr. Chen, why don't we go to the house and chat slowly?"

  Chen Ping’an nodded and said: “The queen mother is the master, so she is naturally the guest.”

The two walked in the alley together, each close to the root of the wall, looking ahead, Nan Zan said with emotion: "It is a great fortune to turn the tide together. Mr. Chen traveled far to the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and made great achievements. On the sea, the dragon king will be killed again at the head of the city, and he will serve as the last hidden official as a foreigner. This feat, several worlds, has not been seen in 10,000 years, and I believe that there will be no more in the future. Da Li has Mr. Chen, it is true Fortunately."

  Chen Ping An’s hands were sleeved, and he slowly said: "The storm is wicked, and the grassy spirit is awkward, that's all."

   Nan Yan was silent for a moment, approaching the courtyard gate of the mansion, she suddenly asked: "Dare to ask Mr. Wen Sheng now, but he is meditating in the mansion? Will it disturb Wen Sheng's reading?"

  Chen Pingan pushed open the courtyard door, shook his head and said, "Mr. is not here."

  Nan Yan asked again: "Will Ning Jianxian be wronged by staying at the ordinary inn? Do you need me to arrange accommodation?"

  Chen Ping’an smiled and said, “The Queen Mother’s kindness is appreciated, but it’s not necessary.”

  The two sides settled in a courtyard, and Nan Yan smiled and said: "Mr. Chen is drinking or drinking tea?"

  Chen Ping’an leaned against the stone table with sleeves in both hands, turned his head and smiled, “Should we talk about business first?

  Nan Yan smiled and said, "I wonder what Mr. Chen is calling me over this time?"

  Chen Ping An put out his sleeve with one hand, "Bring it."

   Nan Yan looked blank, "Mr. Chen is going to ask for something?"

  Chen Ping’an kept that posture and smiled and said, “It’s right and right for things to return to their original owners. Otherwise, it’s too arrogant and rebellious to beg the queen mother for a life.”

  Nan Yan looked around and said in doubt: "Return to the original owner? Dare to ask Mr. Chen, half of Aquarius Island, what is not my Dali?"

  Chen Ping’an put his hands away, smiled and said, “Don’t give it, forget it.”

  Nan Yan seemed to be a little surprised by the other party’s refreshment, she patted her forehead, "Remember, did Mr. Chen mean that life porcelain fragment?"

  Chen Ping’an said: “The queen mother is out of the house this time, her hands are not worn for nothing.”

  Nan Zan raised a hand, revealing a piece of snow-white wrist, “Why don’t you give it to Mr. Chen? Maybe it’s useful, it can relieve your urgent need.”

  Chen Ping’an narrowed his eyes and remained silent.

  Somewhere in the house, there is a faint dragon cry on the wall, which is touching.

Brother    right and left, if it is reasonable and useful, what to do with sword training.

Unconsciously, the woman lowered her arm and placed it gently on the table. The beads touched the stone and rolled away slightly, creaking. She stared at the side face of the man in the green shirt and smiled: "Mr. Chen's jade The world is really extraordinary. The world does not know that Mr. Chen’s end is full of vitality. No one in the past, he is better than Cao Ci, and he still does not know the jade and two flying swords of the hermit. In fact, it is also shocking to the world. Others think of Mr. Chen’s practice. , Swordsmanship and boxing on the top of the two mountains are too unbelievable, but I think Mr. Chen’s clumsy hiding is the true housekeeping skill."

Seeing that Chen Ping’an was unwilling to speak, she continued to say: “That piece of broken porcelain must be returned. As Mr. Chen said, it’s reasonable to return to the original owner. Why don’t I give it? It’s just when to give it. I don’t think I need to worry too much. This piece of broken porcelain has been left on my side for many years. It is different to help Mr. Chen keep it safe and secure. In that case, Mr. Chen, why rush it for a while? "

Nanzhan stretched out his palm and gently brushed it across the tabletop, "I can replace your majesty the emperor, assure you that we are willing to use the Song family background and the great power to help Mr. Chen ascend to the fairyland, the ascent to the ascendant. Bottleneck. At that moment, Mr. Chen has become the leader of the immortal family on Yizhou Mountain, just like Chen Chun'an in South Po Su Zhou, Huo Long Zhen in Bei Ju Lu Zhou, and Liu Ju Bao in Ai Ai Zhou. Then I will A piece of broken porcelain was offered with both hands as a small congratulatory gift to wish Mr. Chen every success. During this period, the court of Dali had nothing to ask for Mr. Chen and Luopo Mountain."

  Chen Ping’an turned his head and smiled and asked, “There is such a good thing in the world? Nothing is required, just lying down every day to enjoy the blessing, I am about to mistake my last name for Song.”

Nan Zan was full of vigor, staring at that one, and said: "Mr. Chen was joking. I just said that it is a blessing that Dali has Mr. Chen. If you don't know how to cherish this, Nan Zan, as Song's daughter-in-law, Ashamed of the Song ancestors in Taimiao."

  Chen Ping’an smiled and said: “In case the empress dowager has the face to go to worship incense and sacrifice, it would be a bit embarrassing if the sages and escorts of the Song Dynasty’s imperial temple are not seen.”

  Nan Yan covered her mouth and smiled and said: "Mr. Chen has indeed changed a lot. Compared with the taciturn when he was a teenager, he is now very funny in speech."

  Chen Ping’an nodded, “Long Jun is dead, half-dead in vain, has gone to Li Zhen, and I have been with me for many years. There are men and women of all ages and everyone feels the same way.”

  Nan Yan patted herself on her chest, and said with lingering fear: "Mr. Chen, don't scare me, a woman of the family, not only has long hair and short knowledge, but also has little courage."

  Chen Ping’an stretched out a palm towards the door, “Then don’t give it away, lest you scare the queen to death and you can’t afford it.”

  Nan Yan stood up, bit her lip, and said with a sad expression in her eyes: "Then I am really gone?"

  Chen Ping’an smiled and stood up, “It’s better to send off the queen mother and do the best of the landlord’s friendship.”

But Nan Zan sat back down. Before taking the seat, she bent her knees slightly, leaned forward, her hands drooped, and then gently stroked the arc. The silk was smooth as water. After sitting down, she raised her neck high and smiled charmingly. : "I'm joking with Mr. Chen. You can't just allow Mr. Chen to be humorous, and Nan Zan is not allowed to say something angry, right?"

  She said for no reason, “Mr. Chen’s craftsmanship is very good, bamboo sticks, bookcases, and chairs are all stylish. Back then, Nan Zan was on the riverside shop and I had learned it.”

It’s just that before Nan Zan finished speaking, her neck was slightly cold, and the blue shirt was not visible in her vision, but there was a scabbard against her neck. Chen Ping’an smiled and asked, “Just count. After a crosscut, how tall is the Queen Mother?"

  The woman in the palace costume shook her head, "Nan Yan is just a little golden pill. With Mr. Chen's swordsmanship, he really wants to kill people. Wherever nonsense is needed. No more bluffing..."

  Sure enough, Chen Ping's twisted his wrist and the long sword swept back to a wall of a wing.

  Chen Pingan takes his seat again.

  The woman smiled slightly, what is the Southern Emperor and the Northern Yinguan, but so.

   just suddenly flashed.

Nan Zan's head flew high on the spot. She suddenly got up, grabbed the head with both hands, and quickly put it back to her neck. Her palms rushed to wipe the wound, but she turned her head slightly and it hurt. She couldn't help being angry. Said: "Chen Pingan! Do you really dare to kill me?!"

  Chen Ping’an took out a jug of wine from his sleeve, and then took out a flower **** cup that was easily handled by the Confucian Temple. He poured himself a glass of wine and drank for himself, “If you don’t dare, don’t you dare.”

Nan Zan stood in place and sneered: "I really bet that you dare not kill me. Today's words are left here. You must wait patiently for yourself to become the bottleneck of the Ascension Realm, and I will return your broken tiles, or Killing me today is tantamount to rebellion! Tomorrow there will be a big li cavalry besieging Luopo Mountain, the hunting envoy Cao Ping is responsible for personally leading the attack on Luopo Mountain, and Donghu of the Ministry of Rites is responsible for dispatching the gods of the mountains and rivers. You may wish to gamble, Sanjiang The **** of water, the gods of various mountains, and the monarch of the mountain, Wei Bo, will watch from the wall by then, or so!"

Nan Pin rubbed her neck, her soul trembled. She had never suffered such a great humiliation in her entire life, and she hated this rebellious Mud Bottle Alley cultivator so much. She immediately sneered, "It's good for Wensheng, let you In addition, Ning Yao, a Taoist priest in the ascended realm of swordsmanship, don’t forget, after all, we are the rules of the Middle-earth Confucian Temple in the world, not to mention the literary sage who has just restored the gods, even the saints of worship must respect themselves The etiquette rules..."

Never thought that the man in the green shirt smiled, stretched out his palm, and pressed a few times, "Don’t be anxious, what’s the hurry, just make a harmless joke, don’t you just allow Daoist Nanzhan to stop talking, don’t let me care about it? Live in Feijian."

   Nan Yan took a deep breath.

  It's okay, as long as your Majesty sees the shocking scene, it will not be a waste of sin.

  Chen Ping’an joked: “Furthermore, you are not familiar with the Confucian Temple and the sage of Confucianism, and I am familiar with it.”

Then Chen Ping'an waved his sleeves casually and shattered a rather concealed mirror, "His Majesty in the palace estimates that he is looking at the flowers in the mist at this time. I don't know why the Queen Mother would act like this. I'm afraid the Qintian Supervisor will be even more embarrassed. I will never know how to get along with the empress dowager."

Chen Pingan snapped his fingers again, and the courtyard rippled like a pattern of clouds and water. Chen Pingan's **** were like twisting chess pieces, as if they were peeling off a cocoon. Using mysterious and mysterious fairy techniques, they twisted out a landscape picture scroll. The woman was kneeling and kowtow confessing her mistakes. She kowtows her head again and again, her tears are dim, her forehead is red, and there is a green shirt squatting on the side, seemingly wanting to support her, and she is afraid that the man and woman will not be allowed or not, so I had a shocked look on my face and chanting words, so I couldn’t use it...

Chen Ping'an used his sleeves to break up the fake "fake picture" and smiled and said, "I didn't follow the rules before, and I saw the Cloud Tower in the Changchun Palace. I have already reminded you, but I still don't have a long memory. Nan Zan Fellow Daoist, Little Yuanying, it’s not appropriate to discuss Taoism with me."

  Chen Ping’an picked up the wine glass on the table and turned it gently, “It’s Da Li’s heart whether to toast or not. As for whether I drink fine wine or not, it doesn’t count.”

  This trip to Nanyao was a lot of thought.

  First, she lowered her frame, lowered her eyebrows, and tempted her to gain profit. If the talk was unsuccessful, she would start to confuse, as if guilty, relying on the dual identities of the woman and the Queen Mother, she felt that she couldn't be cruel.

  If nothing happens, she will use a bitter trick so that Emperor Song He can witness the tragic scene with her own eyes.

In the final analysis, her greatest reliance is actually not the Dali Iron Cavalry and the Song family, but she is extremely determined. Chen Pingan in this house is actually not the lord of the Luopo Mountain, let alone the Great Wall of Jianqi. The hermit, but Qi Jingchun's younger brother as the national teacher Cui Yang, would definitely not want the great situation created by the two brothers together, and the stability of the continents and rivers would be buried in the hands of his younger brother.

  Is it too simple to think.

The lady in the palace dress smiled, and instantly cleared up the complicated emotions in her heart, glanced at the cloud and cloud building not far away, and said softly: "Although I only saw Mr. Chen alone today, Nan Zan must think Reunited with two old friends at the same time."

  Chen Ping’an twitched the corners of his mouth, “It’s a long way off. Otherwise, Daoist Nanzhan dares to come to this alley today, and I won’t be named Chen.”

She sighed, lowered her head, and murmured: "Mr. Chen, the broken tiles really cannot be handed over to you. This involves the great cause of my Dali court. It is my fault. I want to fight or kill. Just leave it to you to insult."

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  Chen Ping’an smiled and said: “Why, if you have to repeat the same trick, can a gentleman deceive it?”

Nan Yan raised his head, "If it is not for identity, there are actually many ways to disgust you, but I don't think it is necessary. After all, you and I are the big Liren clan. Once the ugliness of the family is revealed, the rest of the world will let Haoran see us. joke."

  Chen Ping’an nodded and said: “For example, when the Queen Mother walked out of the alley today, her clothes were disheveled and she went back to the palace crying.”

  Nan Yan twisted the corner of his clothes with two fingers, and said to himself: "I don't want to give it to death. Mr. Chen seems to be determined to win, it seems to be a dead knot, then how should we talk next?"

  Chen Ping’an said: “Actually, you don’t need to talk. You just have to keep the broken piece of porcelain. You might as well take a bet. I bet that within half a month, the Queen Mother will come by herself and return it.”

  Nan Yan's eyes lit up, but she still shook her head and said, "No gambling. In terms of gambling luck, no one can compare to a hermit in the world."

Chen Ping’an put away the hip flask and the flower **** cup, and began to roll his sleeves with his left hand, and slowly said: “Brother Cui doesn’t care who the Song family will be the emperor, and Song Changjing doesn’t matter who is in harmony with who, as for me, it doesn’t matter whether you Song The length of Shi Guozuo. In fact, your real heart knot is the resurrection of Song Jixin in the Nipease Alley from the death of your heart. Therefore, the mother and son reunited in the Changchun Palace that year, every time you look at him, you will feel worried. Once, a eldest son who had finally become his dead, returned to his eyes alive. He had already made up for all his guilt to his second son Song Mu. How can he give Song He a little bit more? The most hated Emperor, already I can’t hate it, the most feared national teacher is no longer alive."

  Nan Yan's face was pale, her lips trembled, as if she wanted to reprimand her with a stern tone, but rather weak, she held the stone table with one hand, her veins violently violently appeared.

Chen Ping'an suddenly said, "It doesn't seem to be a knotty knot, it's because I want to go wrong. Even if I changed Song Jixin to be the emperor, he would not be sitting in the dragon chair by my own son. The Daoist Nanzhan Daoist's heart opened my eyes. It seems that being the lord of a sect on the mountain is more than enough."

  Nan Yan was slightly stunned, although he didn't know where the omission was, he would see through it at a glance, and she no longer acted on the spot, and her face became uncertain.

  Chen Ping’an began to roll up his sleeves with his right hand, “Remind you, within half a month, don’t be clever and make trouble. The queen mother voluntarily visits the house and must return a gift. There is no reason to return empty-handed.”

Chen Ping’an tapped the tabletop with his fingers, a bright orb flashed in the woman’s hand, and the mirror was reopened. Inside the Dali Palace, His Majesty the Emperor and the Qintian Supervisor finally saw the picture scroll again, feeling relieved. Both the monarch and the ministers had some hindsight, and finally guessed the authenticity of the picture, and it must have been Chen Ping'an who moved. No matter what, a little movement, even if it was Chen Ping'an's blindfold, it was better than the deadly silence from the beginning to the end of the house, and finally there was the unbearable bad news of a certain Dali court or Emperor Song He.

  In the courtyard, in an instant, Chen Ping'an came to the woman behind her without knowing it, reached out her hand to grab the neck of the empress dowager, and slammed it on the stone table with a bang.

   Kowtowing like garlic.

  The Emperor was stunned, then smiled bitterly: “Chen Ping’an always makes such a noise, so the suspicion formation, once or twice, what’s the point?”

  The old monk of Qin Tianjian pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, "God knows, maybe it was on your Majesty's side deliberately to look less upright?"

The old monk suddenly raised his head, squinted his eyes, some of his Dao heart had fallen, and he had to stretch his hand against his eyebrows. With his supernatural powers, it was vaguely visible that a golden dragon entrenched in the capital city of Dali, formed by the condensing of Song's dragon qi and mountain and river qi. , A claw protruded from the cloud, pitch black as ink, holding down the former head...It's just this picture scroll, and it disappeared in a flash, but the old monk can be sure that it is definitely not his own illusion. The old monk murmured with anxiety, " What a murderous mind. Is it possible that this kind of vision of heaven and earth that emerges from the avenue can be faked? Chen Ping'an is now only the cultivation base of the Yupu realm, and the capital is protected by a large formation.

The woman in palace costume was about to cross the courtyard gate and stopped. She lifted the back of her hand, wiped her forehead, and dissipated the redness and bruises. Then she walked into the alley, and she was the graceful Empress Dowager in an instant. Up.

  As soon as Nan Yan touched the ground of the alley with one foot, the courtyard door behind her slammed shut.

  Chen Pingan, who was sitting far away in the courtyard, smoothed both sleeves, and Ning Yao’s inquiring voice sounded, "Pretend?"

Chen Ping’an said: “It’s not a pretense, I almost couldn’t help it, because I was almost certain that when my natal porcelain was broken back then, she and the Fulong ancestor who had a head and a tail was absolutely inseparable. It may have started the layout very early, and it is not the same as others who followed to bet afterwards. Later Song Jixin moved into the next door to Ni Ping Alley, Zhi Kyu escaped from Suolongjing, and made an agreement with me, she then chose to become Song Ji’s maidservant and steal The dragon spirit of'Song He' created a potential dragon vein for herself, using snake gallstone as a food tonic. Supervisor Song Yuzhang built a bridge with a plaque hanging on the plaque, which is equivalent to rebuilding a suitable for her practice. Changshengqiao, etc... are actually the continuation of this thread. So I just thought that killing was useless before ending it. I am not sure for the time being. Where is the life-saving lamp of Nanzhan hidden? Her real lifeblood may be that this woman who came to the house was rushing to be killed by me. She is not small in terms of acting skills."

Ning Yao curiously asked: "Don't you know how to seize the soul? At the Shujian Lake back, you exposed this hand, with Dali's ability to spy, and the relationship between Zhenjingzong and Dali court. It's impossible not to know this, she won't worry about it?"

Chen Pingan frowned slightly, and quickly gave an answer: "Maybe she doesn't even know where the life-sustaining lamp is hidden, so she has no fear. As for how to do it, maybe she used some kind of mountain secret in her early years. Shushu, deliberately shattered that memory completely, even if the soul was searched afterwards, there was no trace. For example, she defined a certain moment in the future, with the help of her clever bead hand, and then remember a certain life-saving lamp The clues, just after this, there will still be some flaws, more likely to be..."

  Chen Ping An suddenly laughed, "Understood!"

  Ning Yao asked: "What do you understand?"

  Chen Ping’an smiled and gave out the word “wait”, then stepped out of the courtyard, leaned on the counter in the lobby of the inn, and smiled: “The shopkeeper, how do you sell that vase?”

  Regardless of whether to sell or not, just ask how to sell.

  The old shopkeeper waved his hand, "Not for sale."

  Chen Ping’an asked with a smile: “How about four hundred taels of silver, one hand for delivery and one hand for delivery?”

The old shopkeeper smiled and shook his head, "Forget it, just hit your brat, I know that such a big piece, definitely more than four hundred taels of silver, maybe your kid is that mountain man, in fact I came here for this thing early in the morning."

  Chen Ping’an angrily smiled and said: “The shopkeeper, speak with conscience. If I deliberately pick it up early in the morning and spend twenty taels of silver to buy it, you will feel that you have made a profit.”

  The old shopkeeper let out a hey, squinted without saying a word, just because your kid didn't look at my girl, I think you are upset.

Chen Ping’an thought for a while, walked straight out of the inn, and had to make sure first. When he reached the alley, he found Liu Jia, and asked with a heartfelt smile: "My brother, have you confessed anything to the old master? I'm here to ask? Don't ask, just assume it's not the case?"

  The old fairy screamed, "Can you guess this?"

  Liu Yu nodded, "The national teacher said, guessing this is useless, you have to guess the content again."

  Speaking of this, the old fairy master feels weak, thinking that if Chen Ping’an has guessed the content, what do you have to say for yourself?

   Is it not the idea of ​​smart people, are they so unreasonable?

  Chen Ping’an smiled and asked: “For example,'how many times are you going to get dark under the lights?

  Liu Ge sighed, young people nowadays can't afford it. Can you compete with Embroidered Tiger?

   is worthy of being a brother.

  Liu Yu nodded, "Before the national teacher left, he did say so."

  Chen Ping’an went to the inn again and smiled with the shopkeeper and asked, “If I guessed the vase that the shopkeeper spent a few taels of silver back then, I would sell it to me for 400 taels, how about?”

The old shopkeeper nodded, stretched out a palm and shook it, "It's okay, even if you guess it correctly, it must be five hundred taels. If you can't guess it, don't covet this vase in the future, and you have to make sure that it is in my daughter. Over there, your kid should wander less."

  Chen Pingan smiled and said, "Fourteen taels of silver."

  The old shopkeeper waved his hand, "Wrong, wrong, **** off."

  Chen Ping’an tweeted: “I’m not talking about the justice of the rivers and lakes at all, then I will go to Miss Liu and talk to her about the genre of the rivers and lakes in my family.

  The old shopkeeper hesitated for a moment. Compared with the high and low sales of a vase, of course, he cared more about his daughters not being obsessed, and being abducted into the world.

  The old man said: "Then five hundred taels of silver, and the money and goods will be paid twice."

Chen Ping’an smiled and pointed to the porcelain on the shelf behind the old shopkeeper, “I only spend 14 taels of silver on the vase, and the remaining 500 taels, buy this. If the shopkeeper is worried that I’m still picking up the leak, just take one. Give me the piece."

  The old man asked: "You really have so much money in your body?"

  Chen Pingan took out a pile of banknotes from his sleeves, "It is the banknotes of our Dali Yuji Bank. It cannot be faked."

The old man twisted the silver bill, it was genuine, he hesitated, put it in his sleeve, turned to the shelf, and picked a piece of porcelain with the best appearance. It is definitely worthless. It is all the money spent in the early years. The colorful, bright and prosperous bird food jar was handed over to Chen Ping’an, and he asked in a soft voice: “Thank me for the old days, how much is the vase worth? Don’t worry, it’s already yours. I’m just curious about you kid. , This mess of Wangba punches is so messy that even someone who is used to doing business like me will be confused. I want to see how many kilograms and two are capable of playing. Let’s talk about the market price. It is worth a few dollars. ?"

  Chen Ping’an smiled and said, “Honestly speaking, the vase is priced at the market price. Seven or eight hundred taels of silver is definitely negotiable.

The old man nodded. In fact, he can accept it. The vase that he bought with 14 taels of silver in his early years has been eaten for many years. When he sold it, he received 500 taels of silver. I really didn't bother to care about the book profit or loss of the two or three hundred taels. After all, we still have to pay attention to being safe. As far as our family is concerned, it is naturally incomparable to Chi'er Street in Yichi Lane, but compared to ordinary people, it is considered a solid door, and it will not be less than the dowry of the girl in the future. low.

  Then the old man asked curiously: "Chen Pingan, how do you dispose of such a big vase? Do you need the shop to keep it? When will you hire a carriage when you leave the capital?"

  Chen Pingan shook his head and smiled: "I will solve it myself."

  The old man walked around the counter and said, "Then come with me. I knew that this thing is valuable, so I dare not put it on the counter."

Following the old shopkeeper, Chen Ping'an walked to a secluded backyard. At the door of the east wing, I saw the girl holding a closed umbrella, about as a long sword hanging around her waist. She was holding her breath, holding the "scabbard" in one hand, and looking ahead...because she was facing her dad and guests, the girl was still posing there. The old shopkeeper coughed, and the girl blushed. He wrapped the oiled paper umbrella behind her. The old shopkeeper sighed and went to the west wing of the courtyard. Before pushing the door, she pointed her eyes to Chen Ping'an and motioned to your kid. Okay, I'm not breaking the law with my own eyes, but I'm careful to be driven out of the inn.

  Chen Ping’an took the sleeves with both hands and did not go to see the girl. When he took the big vase from the old shopkeeper and carried it on his shoulder, he left the backyard and walked to Ningyao.

  The girl glanced at the back of the man in the green shirt carrying such a big vase.

  Ha, silly, pretending to be a swordsman and walking the rivers and lakes, deceiving ghosts.

When he arrived in Ningyao’s house, Chen Ping’an placed the vase on the ground. Without further ado, he first sacrificed a caged bird, then reached out to hold the bottle’s mouth and smashed it directly with a palm. As expected, it was hidden in the bottom of the bottle. Among the eight-character auspicious words, after the vase was broken, the eight cyan characters of "Green Cang Yuan, Qi Xia Du Ming" were left alone on the ground. Then Chen Ping'an began to skillfully refine the characters. In the end, the eight characters except for the beginning and the end of With the word “ming”, the strokes of the remaining six characters will then be disassembled and condensed into a natal lamp between the truth and the illusion. The “wick” is bright and slowly burning, just the inscribed name revealed by the natal lamp. That is, that wick is not a southern hairpin, but has another name, surnamed Lu Mingjiang, which means that the Queen Mother of Dayli is actually not from the Nan family of Yuzhang County, the son of the Lu family of the Yinyang family of Zhongtu ?

  Chen Pingan put the natal lamp into his sleeve, staring at the last remaining "Qing Ming".

  Ning Yao asked: "What is going on again?"

Chen Ping’an smiled bitterly: “The two characters Qingming are at the beginning and the end. If the first piece of natal porcelain was in the hands of Lu Jiang and is in front of him, then the last piece of natal porcelain fragments, not surprisingly, is far away. Because most of them were sent to the Qingming world by senior brothers. Probably, if I can fly there with the sword in the future, I will have to rely on my own ability, under Bai Yujing's eyelids, to join the fourteen realms."

  Ning Yao said: “In fact, as long as you become a sword repairman in the Ascension Realm, you can be considered qualified to attack that Bai Yujing with a sword, but you may not be able to do that.

   "I have seen Dao's second son Yu Dou before, and he is indeed almost invincible."

  Chen Ping’an put the two characters together in his sleeve. After sitting down, he took out a pot of wine and two flower **** cups. Ning Yao took the wine glass on the table himself, “the flowers are fancy.”

  Chen Ping An took advantage of the situation and took a wine glass on the table, nodded and said, "I always feel that way. It's not too late to find a buyer who is taking advantage of it."

  Ning Yao asked softly before drinking, “Cui Yang’s protector is the only one, but wouldn’t you be annoying?”

  Chen Pingan shook his head, and smiled: "No."

  Ning Yao took a sip of wine and was silent. She found it annoying anyway.

Chen Pingan raised his hand and clicked casually, "I feel that my freedom is to become the person I want to be. It may be in a far away place. No matter how detour, as long as I am Going to that place is freedom."

   Putting his hand away, tapping his heart lightly, Chen Pingan looked at Ning Yao, and Ning Yao continued to drink.

  Chen Ping An patted the table for no reason. Although there was no movement, Ning Yao jumped. She immediately raised her head and stared. Chen Ping An, did you take the wrong medicine? !

Chen Pingan smiled and raised his hand, bent his thumb, and pointed to himself, "In fact, there are two copies of the letter of appointment. The one that the husband brought is a bit later, and the one that is earlier. Do you know what it is? I promised Ning Yao, I, Chen Pingan, must be the most powerful sword immortal in the world, the most powerful sword immortal, whoever it is, before I take a sword, I must give way."

  Ning Yao Wei shrugged his shoulders, and said, "The sword fairy of Yupu Realm is really unusual, so great."

  Chen Ping’an smiled and said, “Don’t overhear in the future. Who am I? Don’t worry.”

  Ning Yao smiled, got up and went to the door, suddenly opened the door, and then twisted the ear of a girl who had been attached to the door of the house, smiled and asked: "Little girl, what about it?"

  The girl tilted her head, haha ​​smiled and said, "You are Ning Woman Xia, right?"

  Chen Ping’an was a little helpless. It was obviously Ning Yao who had previously isolated the heaven and earth in the corridor outside the door.

  Ning Yao asked: "What does the sneaky do?"

  The girl asked: "Ning Nv Xia, make a discussion, can you accept me as an apprentice? I am sincere, I know the rules of the world, I have to pay..."

  Ning Yao let go. Before the girl finished speaking, she shook her head and said, "No."

The girl stretched out her hand and rubbed her ears, and said, "I think it's okay. Master Ning, think about it, when you arrive in the capital, staying in an inn will not cost you money. We'd better open a martial arts gym in the capital to save much money. Right? I really don’t want to accept me as a disciple, and teach me a few swordsmanship skills of your martial art. Think about it, when I go to the world and make a name in the martial arts, I will say that Ning Yao is me. Master, you are tantamount to not spending a piece of copper, so you have just picked up the great bargain and you are so rich."

Ning Yao patted the girl’s forehead and pushed it lightly. "If you really want to find the master, you can find the one in the room. He is the one who likes to talk the most. Anyway, his patience is much better than me. As long as you want to learn, you must Willing to teach you."

In fact, the whole Feisheng City is looking forward to one thing, that is, when will Ning Yao take the big disciples of the mountain, especially a certain wine shop that makes money and loses gambling, but makes people feel uncomfortable. Now, in the future, Ning Yao’s first apprentice will break a few boundaries in a few years. To be honest, the second shopkeeper hasn't been in the bank for many years. Although it is true that he can make money by gambling, he has no taste and a lot of fun.

  Unfortunately, it seems that Ning Yao never had this idea.

  Ning Yao does think he can’t teach swordsmanship.

  Chen Ping’an has actually imagined that scene a long time ago. A pair of masters and apprentices, with big eyes and small eyes, as a master, seems to be saying that you can’t even learn this. Didn’t the master teach it once or twice? Those who are apprentices have to feel wronged. It seems to be saying that Master, you are teaching, but that is a realm and swordsmanship that even the upper five realms of swordsmanship may not understand. Then one is puzzled, one is aggrieved, the master and apprentice's kung fu staring at each other every day, in fact, more time than teaching swords and learning swords...

   is very interesting.

  The girl tilted her head and glanced at the guy in the room. She shook her head vigorously, “No, no, Master Ning, I’ve already made up my mind that it’s the **** who eats scales, and I am determined to find you to learn from the teacher.”

   Had Ning Yao not been for the weird Chen Ping An, she would have come to visit.

  Probably only this young girl in the world can choose who will be her master between Ning Yao and Chen Pingan?

  Ning Yao couldn't laugh or cry, and reminded: "Read more and don't talk nonsense."

  The girl would like to persuade a few more words, Ning Yao raised her eyebrows slightly, and the girl shut up immediately.

  Chen Ping An looked at the girl with vaguely similar eyebrows outside the door.

  Probably she used to be like this when she was a girl, when she was still on Huangli Mountain.

  Chen Ping’an suddenly said: “Miss Liu, in fact, there is nothing good about the rivers and lakes, so don’t go away in the future.”

  In this life, with a father and a mother who loves you and loves you, you will be safe and stable for a lifetime, better than anything else.

  Then one day in the future, there will be a Shanzawa Yexiu named Zengye who accidentally travels here and sees you, Miss Liu, and then he may cry out, or he may be speechless.

  The girl put her arms around her chest and smiled and said, "Who are you, do you have the final say?"

  Chen Ping An smiled and stopped talking.

  The girl finally left in anguish. Master Ning’s swordsmanship is high and low. It’s not easy to say for the time being. Anyway, the eyes are not very good, and the disciples who send them to the door don’t want it. No wonder she likes such a guy.

Ning Yao closed the door, then waited for a while, opened the door in an instant, grabbed the tiptoe and walked back to the door of the house, and put his face to the door of the girl’s ear again. The girl’s reason was that she was worried that Master Ning would be slapped by people. I took her ears all the way to the counter and then let it go. The old shopkeeper saw it, and when he was not angry, he picked up the feather duster and tried to fight. Would the girl be afraid of this? Bounced out of the inn and went to buy a book. In the early years, the book of landscape travel that had been sold well in several bookstores in the early years was not courageous enough. She was distressed by the new year's money. She was too late to buy it. If she wanted to buy it, she would not have it. Chen Pingan, good guy, a thief has a beautiful blessing, and he likes a woman when he sees it. It's not serious... I just don't know, did that young man who practiced ghost and Taoism find his beloved girl Su?

  It's a pity that there is no sequel to that travel note, so no one knows the result, so sad.

  Ning Yao returned to the house, remembered something, and asked: "Why did you definitely have 14 taels before?"

  Chen Ping’an said: “I’m fourteen years old, and it’s the first time to travel far away from home.”

  Probably from that year onwards, the boy was no longer a caged bird, and then began to control his own destiny.

  Besides this, just like the old National Master Dali, he made a joke that would make Nan Yan or Lu Jiang absolutely unable to laugh.

  In my eyes, Cui Yang, the life of a future empress dowager is only worth 14 taels of silver.