Chen Ping'an intends to ask the old monk Liu Ka for some landscape report, from this continent and other continents, the more the better.

Never wanted to go to the alley, a young Hongyou Temple official came. He took the initiative to find Chen Ping An, whose official rank is not high. He has just entered the Qingliu from the 9th grade, but temporarily leads the Beijing Temple Affairs Department and the point of reference. Officially, he is a cultivator of Taoism, watching the sea level cultivation. He respectfully handed Chen Ping’an a wooden official card, a spoof of Dali Mandarin, with a hint of the local accent of Xunzhou, saying that Si Qing personally ordered him to be responsible for connecting with Mr. Chen, and greet him whenever he has anything. Anytime. In addition to the official wooden plaque, a simple and simple sword case carved with the word "天" was also given. It was small and exquisite, but the size of a palm, and the young officials themselves had hidden the word "di" case, which was convenient for the two sides to fly swords to spread letters.

The young man was named Xunqu, Fengshen Xiuyi, and was born in the second class of Xinke.

Nanxunfang is located on the right side of the Qianbu Corridor. There are many yamen, and Honghu Temple is one of them. It is the neighbor of the Ministry of Industry and Administration where Guan Yiran is located.

Chen Ping'an looked at the wooden official card, the front of which was Honghe Temple, Xuban. On the other hand, the official Chao Gong suspends this card, the unlicensed person is guilty according to the law, and the borrower and the borrower sin the same. No need to go out of Beijing.

A glance at the handwriting reveals the handwriting of the head of the Zhao family in Tianshui. In fact, the Jie Shiming, which is used by government officials and offices in a country, also came from the Patriarch of the Zhao family.

At first, Chen Ping'an wondered how the Dali court sent a small official from the Honghu Temple to temporarily lead the repairs of the temple in the capital to follow him. Whether it was a young man's government, official rank, or monk state, it was actually inappropriate. After hearing the young man’s name, he understood the thoughts hidden in the Dali imperial court. Xunqu was born in the Han nationality of the Dali clan. The key is that his student, Cao Sunny, was a close friend. When Jing took part in the test, he and Xunqu used to stay at the temples in the capital together. Two paupers, having fun in hardship, and reading leisurely, the two often went to the bookstores and shops with many cultural, recreational and antiques, but they couldn't buy them.

On the side of Luopo Mountain, Cao Qingqing only mentioned Xun Qu for a group of officials and colleagues in the same year in the imperial examination, so Chen Ping'an remembered the name of this student in the same year.

There was a little smile on Chen Ping’an’s face, and he returned the wooden official badge to Xunqu, jokingly said, “When I have a free time in a few days, let’s go to Xiliu Lichang together to buy books and seals. It’s Hongshe Temple who paid for it. When you have the rare and rare book that you have photographed early, and everyone seals it, just give me a hint to buy it, and I will give it to you when I look back. Naturally, you won’t count as a fake public aid, and you will be filled with your own money.”

Xun Qu nodded lightly and understood. It's no wonder that Cao Sunny didn't read dead books so much. He was flexible and confident in everything. He had learned from his husband.

But this Mr. Chen is indeed much more approachable than he thought.

Chen Ping'an put the small sword box in his sleeve and said, "Xun Xuban, I really need your help. Send some mountain mansions to the house. The more the better."

Xun Qu said goodbye immediately, saying that he was going to be busy now, and Mr. Chen probably had to wait for an hour.

Chen Ping’an nodded and went to the alley. After talking to Liu Jia, don’t stop the young man named Xunqu from Hongpa Temple. The old monk naturally has no objection. He is just a sea-viewing monk, and there is no sense of accomplishment. .

Chen Ping'an arrived at the senior brother's house and did not close the door. He picked up a few books in Renyun Yiyun Building to read, and waited patiently for the young man to deliver the newspaper.

One hour away, when there was still a joss stick of incense, a carriage stopped near the alley, Xun Qu got out of the carriage, walked into the alley, and whispered Mr. Chen at the door, the young man held it. Holding a paper bag, Chen Ping An came to the door, without inviting young officials into the house, Xun Qu glanced at the courtyard door and left respectfully. Chen Ping’an returned to the book building, sat on a Huanghuali armchair produced in Danzhou, opened the bag, and found that in addition to a dozen Shanshuidi newspapers from different sects in the Haoran world, there were also court diaries from Liubuyamen of the Dali court. .

Yichi Lane and Chi'er Street are not far from Nanxunfang and Kejia Lane where there are many government offices. Xunqu will come and go, about half an hour, which means that these twenty-odd newspapers are Collected in less than half an hour, in addition to the Shanshui Dibao under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Rites, it is easy to gather together. In addition, Honghe Temple needs to go to seven or eight tightly guarded Da Ya Offices, and take the initiative to send the court mansion newspaper. It was Xunqu’s own suggestion, or the meaning of Hongxu Siqing. Chen Ping’an guessed that the former is more likely. After all, not responsible for the three characters is one of the first-class knowledge of public practice.

Chen Ping'an frowned when he read the Shanhaizong residence report, wondering where he provokes this great sect of Zhongtu Shenzhou. If it is the last time he was thrown over there by the saint of rites, he was mistaken for an expert. Deng's disciple, who broke into the sect, was then taken revenge? It's not like that, Nalan Xianxiu, the founder of the mountain who likes to smoke, looked very good at talking, but in the end the first dibao who revealed her name was Shanhaizong, most of which was implicated by Aliang? Or was it because brother Cui Yang broke the heart of a fairy of Shanhaizong in his early years? Even with myself, the younger brother, was displeased at the same time?

Suddenly there was a breeze, and I came to the book building. Twelve altars of Hundred Flower Stuff were dropped on the book case, and Aunt Feng’s voice rang in the breeze, “I made a bet with Wen Sheng, I’m willing to give it to you. Send twelve jars of stuffed flowers."

Chen Pingan asked: "My husband left the Huoshen Temple?"

Aunt Feng replied: "Let's go, I helped send Wensheng a scenic journey to the west coast of Aquarius Island."

Chen Ping’an thanked him and said with a smile: “If Aunt Feng feels bad about the drinks, just bring back Baihuanian, as a gift from the younger generation.”

Aunt Feng said: "No, I still have a hundred pots of stuffed rice, not bad for these twelve pots."

Chen Pingan took it down, Bai Lai Tan.

With more thoughts, Chen Ping'an still put it on the newspapers of the official residences, lay on the table, and took out the pot of Baihua stuffed rice that had been opened in the Huoshen Temple, and a plate of salted soybeans. He watched with relish.

Wailang, a member of the accompany capital engineering department named Li Chui, who is proficient in hydraulic engineering, drew a map of victory in the shape of a guide, but the project was huge, involving the diversion of several Dadu vassal rivers, and the court had to send personnel to conduct field investigations. Some officials pointed out that the big wood in Yuzhang County, Hongzhou, is now too much demanded by the capital's teachers and relatives, so that the theft of giant wood can never be forbidden, so that there are often armed fights between officials and thieves. A fifty-mile-long stream was found in the territory of Yunzhou under the domain of Huang Tingguo. It has not been named, and the water quality is very good. The water quality is very good. According to the inspection by the Qin Tianjian Kanyu Diocese, it is most likely to be a dragon palace site in the ancient Shu Kingdom. Wuzhou’s cocoons stand on the mountain, and the number of looms reached 1,200 at the end of last year, with an annual output of 30,000 horses. Whether the court can reconsider and set up a Zhiluoyuan here. An official of the Ministry of Rites named Wang Qinruo proposed to collect statistics on the genealogy and branch genealogy of a country, as well as the main shrines, branch shrines and branch shrines of ancestral halls in all states, counties and counties. Someone from the Ministry of War suggested abolishing part of the post, reducing the number of subordinates, avoiding redundant officials, and elaborated on the pros and cons of this move...

After flipping the Dibao, Chen Ping'an was in his sleeves, sitting in a chair with his eyes closed and rested, concentrating on one, with a grain of mustard seed, he began to tour the major natal qi mansions in Xiaotiandi.

When I arrived at the Water House, there were two painted pictures of "Rain Master" door gods with ambiguous faces posted at the door. They could be identified as a man and a woman. The villains in the green clothes saw Chen Ping An, all of them were very excited and a little drunk. Yes, it’s because Chen Ping’an just drank a pot of Hundred Flower Stuffed Rice. Within the water mansion, there was another shower of rain. Chen Ping’an smiled and greeted them and saw the big picture on the wall of the water mansion. The painting of blasphemy, the **** of the finishing touch, more and more, come to life, a painted mural, just like the true body of the god, because the road is hydrophilic, it was on the sea of ​​clouds in the old dragon city that year, refining the water seal, and later served as a Fan Junmao of Zhou Nanyue Girl Mountain Monarch, she personally helped protect the road, because Chen Ping’an accidentally found an extremely rare water law "Tao Tong" during the refining process, which is the text composed by these green-clothed boys. It is a very wonderful Taoist art, which can be directly taught to direct disciples, as the inheritance of the ancestor hall of a hilltop fairy house, so that Fan Junmao mistakenly thought that Chen Ping'an was the reincarnation of a rain master.

Chen Pingan squatted beside the pond with both hands in sleeves. He smiled and said with a few older boys in green clothes: "At that time, we will make an appointment. Later, we will send you back to the Biyou Palace where the goddess buried the river. As a result, it has been delayed for so long. Don’t be surprised, next time the Luopo Mountain Sect chooses the location of Tongyezhou, I will send you home."

The boys in green are both happy and sad.

After entering the Longmen Realm in his early years, Chen Ping’an refined the two ancient legacy swords traded by the Huawai Tianma into the two dragons in this "Dragon Qiu" pond, and the first water transport was condensed and manifested by the water pill. The Jiaolong was turned by Chen Pingan to be refined into a water transport lizhu. In the end, besides the watermark of the water mansion and the map of Dadushui, a dragon pond pattern of double dragons was formed.

Chen Pingan took out two jars of Hundred Flower Stuff from his sleeves and placed them next to the pond that was temporarily "Longqiu". He uncovered the red paper mud seal, two dragons, one black and one white, and their heads poked out from the water. Long Jishuizhi began to drink, but they didn't seem to dare to look at the master Chen Ping'an.

Leaving the Shui Mansion, Chen Ping'an went to the mountain shrine and sprinkled the Wannian soil used to seal the wine on the foot of the mountain, and gently tamped it with his hands.

The mountains and rivers are dependent on each other, the floods form the abyss, and the dragons grow, and the soil forms the mountains. This is also why the ancestors of the ancestor of the ancestral hall, and the immortal master of genealogy, will try their best to make up the five elements that belong to the destiny. The eleven practitioners of the earthly branch and the same line are like this. This group of spiritual practice never Sorrowful immortal money and heavenly treasure, the most critical piece of life is still a mountain treasure of semi-fairy rank. Just think of the old Longcheng Fu family. In the early years, it was a wealthy continent, and it was a way of making money. After thousands of years of hard work, it was the family of three and a half immortal soldiers.

Chen Pingan planned to say hello to Ning Yao at the inn, saying that he would stay at the house today to practice. He bypassed the desk and came to the door, tentatively shouting: "Ning Yao, can you hear me?"

There is no verbal response from Ning Yao.

Chen Ping'an had to run to the inn, but as soon as he walked to the door of the house, he heard Ning Yao ask: "What's the matter?"

Chen Ping'an said, "I'll be here for now. Let's go to see Yuhong and Zhou Haijing's ring together tomorrow morning?"

Ning Yao said that there is no problem. Chen Ping'an suddenly remembered that he wasn't staying here, so he could stay at the inn? I was a little sad, so I simply walked into the alley, went to the white jade dojo, and chatted with the pair of masters and apprentices. The young Zhao Duanming had just finished a big week and was practicing those spicy-eyed fist-and-foot poses. The monk was sitting on the futon, Chen Ping'an squatted aside, and asked the boy for a handful of spiced peanuts. Liu Jia asked, "How come you have a relationship with Hongfu Temple?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said, "I have a student named Cao Sunny, have you heard of it?"

Liu Jia thought for a while, "That new subject?"

Chen Ping'an said, "Cao Qingqing and the Xunxu class of the Hongtong Temple were in the same year of the examination. When they went to Beijing to participate in the Chunwei test, they met each other and had a good relationship."

Liu Jia asked puzzledly: "Your student, how can you just be the second best player, not the champion?"

Chen Pingan didn't bother to talk nonsense, but squinted at the old monk, and dropped the peanut shell on the ground.

Zhao Duanming shouted and punched, shouting: "Master, don't you know, I heard from my grandfather that Cao Bangyan's imperial examination is full of talents and prosperity, let alone Cao Sunny and Yang Shuang. The second place and Tanhua are the top Maolin Langs in the Second Grade Jinshi. It is not difficult to get a champion if you put it aside."

Liu Jia said casually: "There is a Spring Festival every three years in the capital. It is not surprising that there are one and three places every time. If you want me to see, since I haven’t got a champion, it’s better to take a look at the flower The youngest jinshi, the two of them rode horseback to Beijing together, to show off. If I remember correctly, Yang Shuang was eighteen years old, and that little guy was only fifteen years old? How old was your student Cao Sunny then? Is it a crown?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Master Liu is this year?"

Liu Jia said with a smile: "If I participated in the imperial examinations when I was young, I would be the one to explore the flowers on horseback."

Chen Ping’an left this white jade dojo, young and young said: “Master, that Cao Sunny is very powerful, my grandfather chatted privately with old friends from the Ministry of rituals, and specifically mentioned him, and talked about the economics and military preparations. One, the presidents of the two departments and more than a dozen room masters also deliberately gathered together to review the papers."

Liu Jia smiled and said, "Nonsense, I don't know that Cao Sunny is not easy? The master deliberately responded to Chen Ping'an. He is still not satisfied with Pei Qian as a disciple of the mountain. There is also a proud student who won the top spot in the exam. , Show something stinky with me."

Zhao Duanming cautiously said: "Master, in the next night, your old man will be careful when walking at night. I heard Brother Chen said that Zhao Shilang of the Criminal Department was hung up on the tree."

The old monk made his eyelids tremble, and threw a capital servant to hang on the tree? Liu Jia wondered: "Zhao Yu of the Xing Department? Isn't he a fellow of Chen Ping'an? Besides, he is a scholar of the same culture. The relationship is very stiff? Not so. I heard you say before that Zhao Yu still took the initiative to look for him. Chen Pingan? This is a taboo thing in official circles."

Zhao Duanming nodded and said, "Yes, they seem to have a good relationship, and the relationship between the uncle and the nephew is as familiar as the two of us and Brother Chen. So you have to be careful, Master."

Liu Jia said in a huff: "Why did you go?"

The young man said aggrieved: "Master, you have just witty remarks, and there are words about needles hidden in the cotton. I listened very energetically, and I couldn't bear to interrupt."

The old monk glanced at the side of the futon

He smiled and said, "Duanming, Minger, don't you want to go to the ring with Cao Jiugui, take your brother Chen together to help occupy a good place."

Zhao Duan knows his eyes and said: "Where Brother Chen needs my help, he himself has an innocence card awarded by the Ministry of Justice for worship."

The old monk complained: "It's a matter of mind at all, I don't understand this? You are still a bureaucrat, and you are stupid by Lei Pi?"

Zhao Duanming snorted, and continued to play the self-taught martial arts style. I wonder if he can take a martial arts master like Yu Hong and Zhou Haijing with a punch and a half punch?

The next day, near the Huoshen Temple, a well-known mountain top questioning boxing session was about to begin.

The old shopkeeper of the inn originally wanted to talk to Chen Ping’an and take his daughters together, so as not to be missed by the little thief or the slutty, but he never thought that his daughters would run away early in the morning. Most of them were with those friends. An appointment was made, and the old man had to give up.

The news of this question of boxing actually began to spread throughout the streets of the capital a month earlier, so when it was close to the Huoshen Temple, it originally only needed a stick of incense. Chen Ping’an and Ning Yao walked a full half an hour. The crowds of people along the way, coupled with the small and small vendors who saw stitches on both sides of the road, made several nearby roads leading to the martial arts ground behind the Huoshen Temple become more and more congested, with women screaming from time to time, or panic of losing something. There is a young man or a young man who has agile steps, like a fish swimming in the flow of people, whether it is the property of the common people or the young woman, once he succeeds, he will disappear for a moment.

Ning Yao began to regret that he had followed Chen Ping’an to join in the fun. It was too noisy and noisy. Just such a distance, the disciples who tried to get closer were picked up by Chen Ping’an. One of them was picked up by Chen Ping’an. Chen Pingan smiled and squinted his wrists and pulled his toes to the ground. The pain immediately made his face pale with pain. Chen Pingan released his hand and patted the opponent's head. The latter became dizzy and immediately led people away. After a few times, there was no more People dare to come here to take advantage, **** it, these young men and women are those practicing family!

On the road, a group of gangsters were smashed by a few government officials. They directly took the scabbard and slammed them on their heads. They fell to the ground with blood on their foreheads. They hugged their heads and squatted on the ground. There are also many sachets touched from women. Among them was an old government official who seemed to know one of the young men. He pulled him aside, glared at him, reprimanded a few words, and told the young man to leave immediately. All the others were taken to the county office by one of his subordinates. .

Yuhong, gray-haired, burly stature, this old Zhuying dynasty martial artist, is said to be one hundred and fifty years old, old and strong, he broke the border and reached the top of the mountain a few years ago.

According to a designated route given by the Ministry of Justice in advance, the old master rose from a place south of the capital, the wind fell to the ground, and he appeared in the square behind the Huoshen Temple in an instant, attracting waves of applause. .

As for Zhou Haijing, a female great master from a small country in the southwest coast, she still hasn't shown up yet.

Before reaching the top of the mountain, Zhou Haijing was unknown and born as a fisherman by the sea, like the daughter of a fish market owner. Fifty-seven years old this year, but a young face in her early twenties, slender, and rumored to have a very good appearance. Today, most of the children of meritorious officials in the capital rushed to her. As for that Yuhong, what can be seen , Look at the old man's tendon meat?

At a place not far from the martial arts field, there was a carriage parked at the entrance of the alley. In the carriage, there was a young woman sitting cross-legged, breathing long and calm.

She squeezed a piece of flower cake, named Fu Shouxiang, which is extremely popular in Beijing.

One continent and one hundred countries gather together in one city.

The driver who drove for her was an extremely elegant and handsome man, wearing a snow-white robe, a green bamboo hanging on his waist, and a long sword "Green Pearl" on his back.

The woman changed her hand and held the flower cake. Across the curtain, she and the coachman outside chuckled softly, "I feel wronged that Mr. Su is the coachman."

The man who was called by Zhou Haijing to drive Mr. Su was the sword fairy of green bamboo, Su Lang, who belonged to Songxi State in the central Aquarius Island.

Not long ago, Su Lang had just closed his retreat and successfully entered the remote travel realm. Now he has secretly served as the second-class worship of the Dali Penal Department, and he and Zhou Haijing met in the rivers and lakes in the early years. Of course, Su Lang is a master of beauty. There are ideas, but one is intentional, the other is unintentional. This time Zhou Haijing is in Beijing to challenge Yuhong, and Su Lang will do his best to be a landlord in public and private.

Zhou Haijing put down the flower cake, and then picked up a vanity mirror, looking from left to right, looking very carefully, no matter how you look at it, she is a lovely woman, a peerless beauty.

Then she showed a look of self-pity and self-sufficiency. She is really not young anymore, and she is still a man who doesn't like her. It's a pity that there is no one to ask if she should make up for beauty.

Su Lang said: "I wonder if Pei Qian will come over to watch the battle?"

Among the four great masters of Yizhou Wuping, Pei Qian ranked second, the youngest, and the best reputation.

Zhou Haijing, in a goose yellow dress, shook his head, and while lightly applying yellow stickers on his forehead, said: "Mostly, she will come, but she may hide her figure. It can be seen that Pei Qian is a person who doesn't like false names. "

Zhou Haijing glanced at the makeup box at his feet, frowned slightly, it was not easy to earn some dowry money. There are still a lot of chaos and distractions to fill in. There is no way, the opportunity is rare. There is no shop in this village, and there are many shops in Beijing, including silk and satin powder and hairpin jewelry. As for the family, they have negotiated the price early. If the contract is breached and anything is missing, it will have to lose a lot of money afterwards.

Su Lang reminded: "Yuhong is here."

Zhou Haijing hurriedly cleaned up, got up, bent down, raised the curtain, jumped out of the carriage, and she was full of jewels, not like a martial artist about to learn from others, but more like a rich woman who was used to hard days and suddenly became rich, so but All valuable objects that can be displayed are worn on the body, head and hands.

Su Lang held back his laugh, looking really funny, but if he felt Zhou Haijing's fists were soft because of this, it would be a big mistake.

Zhou Haijing was not in a hurry to take a long stature. She went to the martial arts field and stopped by the carriage. She cautiously supported a golden hairpin that looked like "leaning out of the cliff" and said, "Don't laugh, Mr. Su didn't I don’t know how difficult it is to make money through hard times."

On the roof of a restaurant far away from the martial arts venue, the young Zhao Duanming stretched out his hand to strangle a man's neck and said annoyed: "Cao Jiugui?! This is what you call near the water tower, a treasured land of Fengshui!?"

Cao Gengxin, who had long since returned to the capital for promotion from Longzhou Kiln Affairs Supervisor, patted the young man’s arm and coughed: "Tell me that you are a cultivator. At such a distance, isn’t it a tiny difference? It’s really clear. Besides, here’s a wide field of vision, you have to admit it, don’t you? Loosen it, and accidentally choke the court commander to death, which is a serious crime."

Instead, Zhao Duanming increased his strength and said angrily: "The dignified master magistrate in the capital, begged grandpa to tell grandma, and finally asked for such a position. Who was there before and slapped my chest and shook the sky and made trouble with me?! "

Cao Geng tilted his heart, rolled his eyes, and drooped his head.

Zhao Duanming quickly released his hand, Cao Gengxin straightened his waist immediately, took off the bright wine gourd around his waist, took a sip of wine, craned his neck, and looked at Zhou Haijing on the side of the carriage at the alley. He was so slim. Tremble, ready to come out, ordinary men, difficult to grasp. Cao Gengxin looked down a little, wiped his mouth, squinted his eyes, stretched out his fingers, and measured it from a distance. He said with emotion, "Sister Haijing, she is well-known, and her legs are really long."

Zhao Duanming glanced at Cao Gengxin's crotch. Cao Gengxin was just a normal line of sight, one big and one small, and he looked at each other with a sharp smile. It seemed that the other party's concentration was good, and he could still hold it. Cao Gengxin coughed, "Duanming, be more decent."

Zhao Duanming sneered and said: "I heard my second aunt said that you were only in your early ten years, and you began to secretly care about selling **** albums on Chier Street in Chixiang. Heh, if you can't afford it, I heard that you can borrow it every day. Double one price."

Cao Gengxin said with a smile: "Then your second aunt said that she was one of the oil bottles on the back of my **** and helped me walk through the door to cover up. She paid dividends. We did business in partnership. Every time before going back to each house, they would sit together on the blue bricks under the wall of the palace and count the money. Only your second sister had the brightest eyes, spitting and counting silver ingots, weighing silver ingots and gold ingots. I have to be skilled."

Zhao Duanming was dumbfounded, can't it, the second aunt in the impression is a famous virtuous lady, one of the few ladies in Yichi Lane, and the early beggers have broken the threshold.

However, Zhao Duanming also knew that, in fact, in her heart, for many years, like many women, she always secretly hid a drunkard, and then became estranged but only polite.

Zhao Duanming couldn't figure it out. Why didn't the second aunts like that nerd Yuan Zhengding, but they liked Cao Gengxin, a guy who was "full of evil and notorious" when he was young? Is it really that bad old saying that men are not bad and women do not love? The boy once heard from my grandfather that there were many elders in Yichi Lane and Chi'er Street in the early years. They guarded against Cao’s little thieves who did not do their jobs every day. Just like anti-thief, the most famous thing was that they were a little older than Cao Gengxin. The year-old Yuan's prostitute, who is Yuan Zhengding's relatives, somehow provoke Cao Gengxin when she was a child. As a result, Cao Gengxin, who was only five or six years old, went to block the door every day. As long as she went out, Cao Gengxin would take off her pants. .

So until now, there are still people of the same age who like to call Cao Gengxin Cao thief.

Zhao Duanming asked in his heart: "You won't ask me about Mr. Chen?"

Cao Gengxin shook his head and smiled: "What to ask, what is the meaning. Even if you don't say a word, it is better than a face-to-face greeting."

Zhao Duanming nodded, and asked a very curious question in Yichi Lane and Chi'er Street, "Cao Jiugui, why are you still bachelor when you are not young? My second aunts said you may be because you don’t like women and you like men. , So I haven't married for a long time."

Cao Geng slapped his knees with anger, and said, "Good fellow, I said why my father and mother were separated from each other, so I asked me some weird words, what kind of temper my father, what a gentleman style, all began to imply that I can Go to the brothel to drink more flowers and wine. It turns out that it is the broken mouth aunts, including your second aunt, who do not get the body and mind of my lover, so they abuse me secretly. I am too old, otherwise I have to As soon as they took off their pants, Guang Xier chased them and cursed."

Zhao Duanming laughed and said, "Even if you take off your pants, Cao Jiugui, you may not see anything."

Cao Geng said with emotion: "Today's Yichi Lane and Chi'er Street are not as interesting as when I was a kid."

Then Cao Gengxin touched the young man's head, "I haven't forgotten the old marriage of Lingjiu, winning this life and making it happy. You are still young and don't understand."

Cao Gengxin suddenly turned to face the distance, and picked up the wine gourd. On the ridge of a roof, a man in a green shirt smiled and lifted the red wine gourd in his hand.

It turned out that Chen Pingan discovered that he was on the ground, so don’t even think about it. Many people came directly from home with benches and chairs, so it didn’t matter whether they would reveal the identity of the "fairy". Ning Yao passed away in a flash and came to the roof with a wide view.

That Zhou Haijing, with a graceful figure, walked towards the martial arts field in a hurry, holding a pot of Xianjia wine from the mountain in her hand, and she drank as she walked.

Ning Yao was a little surprised. Is this female master who is about to ask people to fight too much?

Chen Ping An only felt that he was eye-opening, but he could still make money like this? I can't learn it by myself.

Zhou Haijing's dress, hairpin, cosmetic powder, hand shining, wine... She is like a moving golden sign, helping to attract business.

Sure enough, in the flow of people, there are constantly shops proclaiming that such and such objects on Grand Master Zhou are from such and such shops.

The Huoshen Temple Martial Arts Field has set aside a fairy family’s snail dojo. If you only look at the people in the dojo and confront the two sides, in the eyes of ordinary masters, they are as small as mustard seeds. Fortunately, they are leaning on a few mirrors in the Changchun Palace. The Dao Shui Curtain stands all around, delicately visible, there is a mirror flower on the mountain, deliberately staying on Zhou Haijing's hair bun and dress for a long time, and the mirror flower in other places, deliberately or unintentionally aiming at the makeup and earrings of the great female master.

Some of the storytellers who ate in the capital restaurant, especially solemnly, kept writing records of the female grandmaster, and the next two martial arts masters’ tricks and actions were all true in the future. Gold and silver.

Zhou Haijing threw the wine bottle to the ground. His mother’s taste was really ordinary. She had to pretend to be drinking first-class wine. She was more tired than a dry stand. Then she swayed on her toes and landed in the martial arts arena. Yanran smiled, clasped her fist and said loudly: "Zhou Haijing has seen Senior Yu."

Yu Hong clasped his fists in return.

Ning Yao asked, "How about the outcome of this challenge?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "As far as it seems, Zhou Haijing still has a better chance of winning. The martial arts of the nine realms of the two sides are about the same, but Zhou Haijing has a life and death spirit. Regardless of their respective killers, the odds of winning are roughly six to four. Well, Yu Hong is rushing to win punches, Zhou Haijing is rushing to kill people. In fact, they are here

High level of martial arts, fighting over and over, is to fight for a mentality, fist knows how to do it, no one is in front of him. "

Ning Yao asked, "How many punches can they carry if they are against you?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said nothing, just drinking.

Ning Yao said, "I want to ask you something."

Chen Ping'an had to answer honestly: "If you really want to decide the outcome earlier, it's just a punch."

Taking a sip of wine, Chen Ping’an watched the confrontation on the side of the martial arts field, “But I really want to face me, even if I know my identity in advance, they both are willing to try it, so I’m still not as good as Cao Ci, if their opponent is Cao Ci, no matter how high-spirited he is, no matter how conceited he is in his martial arts and martial arts foundation, don't talk about no one in front of him. They are just like a mountain or a city in front of him. Hope to win."

Ning Yao asked again: "What if it is Pei Qian's nine realms?"

Chen Ping'an thought for a while, and said, "Leave aside the relationship between master and student, three to five punches will be the winner, and ten punches will be life and death."

"Suppose Song Changjing wants to challenge you?"

"At the moment I am sure to lose. As for how to lose, it is hard to say if I have not played."

Chen Ping'an suddenly said: "Two foreigners from Beiju Luzhou have arrived."

They were all experts who Chen Ping'an knew them, and they didn't know themselves.

Beiju Luzhou, female martial artist, embroidered woman. The other man monk once had a fight with her in Tori Mountain.

Ning Yao glanced at the man and said: "This person's previous two realms of immortality, greed and desire to chew, miscellaneous but not refined, and the height is limited. Even if he enters the Yupu realm, the bottleneck will still be relatively large afterwards.

Chen Ping'an held sleeves in both hands, holding a wine gourd, and whispered, "He was born in Ye Xiu, it's impossible. You can only accept what God gives, for fear of missing a little bit."

People like Song Xu and Han Zhoujin, who practiced a path of cultivation, are not ordinary lucky. They are much exaggerated than the ancestral biography of the ancestor of the ancestor. They have the foundation of their own qualifications and talents and understanding. They are already excellent. Qi practitioners, the refining of the five elements belong to the destiny, and the opening of the mountain qi residences other than the princes are extremely particular and fit their own numerology. Everyone has different talents, especially those who are born with something different from common sense. The natal supernatural powers, and everyone has the treasures of the immortal family, plus a group of preachers, all are high-ranking people with supernatural powers. I dare to say that I don’t take detours, but this genius of monasticism, carefully cultivated by Dali, did not take any detours. There were fierce battles and hardships. The Dao heart was polished to be close to flawless, no matter if it was against people. Fighting together, or jointly beheading to kill the enemy, are all experienced, so they act sophisticated and have a firm mind.

As long as they are steadily beaten by them, step by step to the upper five levels, on this Aquarius Mountain, everyone is destined to shine.

Once the last term is made up, the twelve will join forces, and within a hundred years, it will be like an imitation Bai Yujing walking by a big li, maybe there will be a chance to kill a great monk in the ascending state, but of course it is the ascending state of the Nanguang Group. As for the ascending state of Dao No. Qing Secret, even if the Earth Branch can win, it is still difficult to kill.

The appearance of Chen Ping'an and the three battles in succession are, to a certain extent, more like "filling up the vacancy", helping the monks of the earthly branch and repairing the last flaws in their respective Dao Xin.

Chen Ping’an pointed to the sachet hanging on Zhou Haijing’s waist and explained: “This sachet is mostly her own belongings and has nothing to do with business. Because according to the customs of the seaside fishermen of her vassal country, she wears it as a woman. A silk sachet embroidered with a swallow pattern'Flower Letter Period' is used by a woman to tie her body after marrying a woman to show that she belongs to her body and mind.

Ning Yao nodded, "This custom is quite interesting."

Chen Ping’an whispered: “I’m actually thinking about one day in the future, after visiting Zhongtu Shenzhou and Qingming Tianxia, ​​I personally wrote a book similar to Shanhaizhizhi, which specifically introduces the local customs and customs, regardless of the details. He wrote a multi-million-character masterpiece, not selling on the mountain, but specializing in the business under the mountain, mixed with some hearsay landscape stories, it is estimated that it will be better than any legend, small profits but quick turnover, and fine water flow."

Ning Yao lifted his chin and clicked on the woman who was dressed in powdery clothes. "You can do business in partnership."

Chen Pingan smiled and said, "Forget it, I don't care to watch this questioning punch."

Chen Ping'an moved the position, don't keep the sword gourd around his waist, and leaned back, resting his head on Ning Yao's lap, and said, "Tell me after the fight and take you to the restaurant."

Closing his eyes, Chen Ping'an actually started to doze off and fell asleep.

Song Jixin left the residence of the accompanying capital and took a trip to imitate Bai Yujing.

After that, the **** capitals first sent a letter to the Dali Palace and the Ministry of Ritual by Feijian, and then Song Jixin took a border army ferry to the capital.

According to Dali's laws, it was not a matter of random for the kings to enter Beijing. It was because Song Mu had the most authority among the kings and had more restrictions. What's more, the current Dali accompanying capital and the capital were vaguely facing north and south.

On the way to the north of the ferry, I received a reply from the Emperor Dali, and asked Song Mu to lead the mountain ferries to go to the wild world and meet the emperor.

In fact, this secret decree, His Majesty only meant that you, Song Mu, must not enter Beijing without authorization.

After Song Jixin received this secret letter, he just didn't see it, and continued to go north to the capital. The king Song Mu was not suitable for entering Beijing, but as a son, he had to go this way, even if he and Chen Ping'an were completely torn apart. Song Jixin must prevent the worst result from appearing.

Standing next to him was the maid, Zhigui, and she asked, "Really? You are careful to turn against the emperor before turning your face with Chen Ping An."

Song Jixin nodded, his eyes resolutely said: "There are always things that make people have no choice."

In the Qingming world, Daxuandu observes.

There is a young Taoist priest with a lotus crown on his head, his hands are on the outer wall, his head is stuck out, his feet are hanging in the air, his neck is stretched and he looks inside.

An old Taoist priest appeared inside the wall out of thin air and smiled and said: "Don't look, you can't pick up **** to eat. If you really want to eat it, it's warm, I will take you to eat ready-made?"

After all, there are still some young Taoists who have just practiced, so in their Taoist temples, there are still latrines, so I don't know if this guest will be full.

Guests visiting the door must be courteous and courteous.

The young Taoist priest shook his head, "Forget it, I'm not hungry right now."

An old master of the Great Xuandu Temple.

A Bai Yujing's three masters.

When the two parties met and chatted, they had always been so ethereal.

Daochang Sun asked: "Since you are not busy with business, what are you doing here?"

Lu Chen smiled hippiely: "Guess?"

Sun Daochang said solemnly: "I don't guess."

Lu Chen said: "I'm not looking at the movement here, so I ran over to congratulate the old master."

Daochang Sun frowned and said, "You haven't been to Tianwaitian? Yu Dou is dead, it doesn't matter?"

Lu Chen smiled and said nothing.

Sun Daochang twisted his beard and said with a smile: "If this is the case, then it's even, Xuan Duguan and Bai Yujing, neither of them need to congratulate anyone."

As a Taoist disciple Chunhui, she didn't notice the existence of the Three Sovereigns until this moment. She walked out of the Taoist Temple and came to the street, and said solemnly, "Get off!"

Lu Chen turned his head, "No way."

Sun Daochang motioned her to ignore the brown candy dipped in shit.

Lu Chen said with emotion: "It's just that Wen raised the first flying sword, and it has this kind of atmosphere. It has been the only one in thousands of years, and it is worthless."

Daochang Sun smiled and said: "You can do it too, our brothers have friendships, as long as you are willing to break the road, I will make an exception, lick my face and go to Bai Yujing to help you protect the road, and you will be reincarnated. Reincarnation as a sword repairer is not something that can be done easily. When the time comes, the sky will roll and the world will be able to hear it. Maybe it is possible to scare Zhou Mi to death."

"Not so much."

"Try it out."

"Forget it."

"So unassuming? Where is the heroic and unparalleled old man Lu Shen in my mind?"

"Bah, baah, no death, no death, nothing, nothing."

"Chunhui, come, there is a **** who dares to spit into the Taoist temple and hack him to death!"

"Sister Chunhui, don't come, don't come, I will take back that saliva!"

There was still a flash of sword light, and Lu Chen was casually put in his sleeves, shaking his sleeves, and smiling: "It's all a bit like a token of love... Here again! Here again..."

The veteran Taoist asked the female crown to return. Lu Chen continued to lie on the wall and asked with a smile: "Have you figured out the name of Bai Ye's flying sword? Do you want me to help?"

Daochang Sun shook his head, "Don't ask for words."

If you weren't idle today, you wouldn't come to see this guy if you didn't curse or curse.

Lu Chen asked with a smile: "Brother Sun, there is one thing that the younger brother still can't understand. What did you think of that year, a Taibai Immortal Sword, and you just give it away. You are so rare in the Fourteenth Realm?"

In fact, in the early years, the second senior brother Yu Dou was ready to leave Bai Yujing and fight for a fight. It is very likely that he was going to go to heaven with this old master of swords, splitting life and death.

Sun Daochang sneered.

Lu Chen clasped his fists to bid farewell.

The old master Sun Huaizhong, the leader of the Taoist sword immortal line, is not only a Taoist priest, but also a peak sword repairman in the ascension realm.

Bai Ye, the world's most proud of the world, once held Taibai and opened the Yellow River Cave Sky with a sword, but in fact it was not a sword repair.

Now Bai Ye is finally a veritable sword repairer.

Ruins of Jianqi Great Wall.

Jian Xiu was infatuated all his life, and Wumeng came to the top of the city.

Always alone around, now it seems that there are two more followers around him, Wei Jin, Fairyland Jianxiu, Cao Jun, Yuanyingjing Bottleneck Jianxiu.

The three of them were on the top of the city, separated by a distance, practicing their own practices.

The two large and small thatched huts on the front of the city have long been gone, but it seems that no one wants to restore this scene.

There are more and more Haoran monks visiting here.

Everyone has been reminded by the elders of the division, and it is the kind of repeated admonitions, so no one dared to approach the three swordsmen, in fact, they did not dare to approach the left and right.

The elder Jianxian threw a sword book to Wei Jin in his early years, as if only waiting for Wei Jin to return to the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

In Cao Jun's heart lake, the lake was full of withered lotus in the past, and now there are ten thousand green lotus.

When Cao Jun practiced swords in his spare time, he and the Confucian sages who lived here often borrowed the Shanshui Dibao from the Divine Continent of the Middle Earth to play a bright shadow.

Cao Jun chatted with the Great Sword Fairy of Fengxue Temple today, "If I came here early to practice swordsmanship, how many opportunities can I get with my qualifications?"

Drinking wine in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, "Qualification is the next thing, and it depends more on whether the character fits."

In Cao Jun’s opinion, he obtained a sword book here. He used to practice swords after returning home. He was a dignified swordsman and the first person in Aquarius Swordsmanship. As a result, he almost practiced himself into a fall. Genius.

According to Mr. Zuo, the study of swordsmanship in the Wei and Jin Dynasties is actually equivalent to a questioning of swords. If you change to Cao Jun to read the swordsmanship, it will not hurt. Anyway, you can’t understand it and you can’t learn it because of the qualifications of the sword. nothing.

Cao Jun had some doubts at the time. Did Mr. Zuo not learn more swordsmanship by the way?

The answer from the left and right is very simple, the sword score rank is very high, but he does not need it.

Suddenly stood up today and squinted.

In the far south.

Alian pulled Ye Xiu Qingmi, and he had penetrated into the hinterland of the wild world, but he didn't fight a single fight from start to finish.

On this day, A Liang suddenly said, "Feng Xuetao, you can go back."

Feng Xuetao was silent. I was reluctant to be dragged here before, let alone go, even if it is running, as long as it can run, I will run back to Haoran and hide.

Now I didn't even think about following A Liang to make any feats of cutting through the wild, just didn't want to go so much, as long as he had no worries about his life, walk a few steps south as much as possible.

Even if he fell for one level, as long as he could return to Haoran alive, it seemed to be nothing.

Aliang snorted, no waste, spit on the palm of his hand, stroked his forehead and temples, "No? Good guy, addicted to eating and drinking? Go away, don't stay here and drag me. "

Feng Xuetao said: "I'm in an ascendant state anyway, so it's not difficult to protect myself?"

A Liang narrowed his expression and shook his head, "I was wrong, your enemy is not the great demon in the wild world, it is me. So it is difficult."

Feng Xuetao was stunned.

A Liang looked around and said, "I will put all my strength into swords later. I am worried that I will hurt you by accident. What is it that is not holding me back? Get out of here."

One south and one north, two swordsmen of the world.

The highest swordsman in the world, Aliang.

The highest swordsmanship in the world, right and left.

About to join forces to make a sword.