The juvenile Dao Tong stood on the steps, and the old man Yang from the drugstore often sat there holding a dry tobacco rod, swallowing clouds and fog.

Standing under the eaves, Chen Ping'an hit a well-mannered chief inspector, silent.

It's not that Chen Ping'an is playing mystery, but that he really doesn't know how to answer. The main reason is that Li Liu is involved, so he has to bite the bullet and get bored.

The young Dao Tong shook his sleeves, and returned to a Confucian polite, smiling without saying a word.

The boy sat on the steps and stretched out a hand, "Sit anywhere, we are all guests, so don't worry too much."

I am a passer-by, and so are you temporarily, but not necessarily in the future.

Chen Pingan moved to sit on the bench, and sat opposite the young man on the patio where he returned to the hall by four waters.

There is no need to guess the identity of the young Taoist boy in front of him.

Once riding a bull to pass through the barren world, he would hit the Old Throne Great Demon back to the bottom of the ancient well with a single finger, leaving an indelible mark on his opponent for thousands of years.

It even made the great ancestor ascend far away from the sky, and dare not show up.

Rao is Daochang Sun of Daxuandu Temple, such a master of Taoism who "will greet the true invincibility every three chasing five", it is rumored that when he traveled the vast world, he and Bai Ye and others often mentioned the Dao ancestor who founded Bai Yujing , The same as You Rongyan, vowed to guarantee that the best fight in the world is our Qingming world.

On Daozu's side, pretending to understand and pretending to be confused is meaningless. As for pretending to be confused, it is even more laughable and generous.

Dao Ancestor glanced at the fourteen scenes of Chen Ping'an and said with a smile: "The word ritual is difficult to have both reason and reason. The little master is still very powerful."

Then Daozu said, "You can accommodate the realm of Lu Shen, with very little dispersal, not only because of the saints of etiquette and Lu Shen, but also because of your own "empty boat". It has a lot to do with Dao. Collecting the virtual, the empty heart is also the heart, and the empty one is wide. Just say that among the people you know, Zhou Mi, Cui Yang, Qi Jingchun, Zheng Juzhong, and Wu Shuangjiang are all similar scholars. To put it in a more common way, one person You can eat a lot on an empty stomach. Why can a Taoist person be different from ordinary people? What is meant by entering a mountain to cultivate immortals? It is nothing more than cutting a mountain into a house, moving out the seven emotions, six desires, distracting thoughts and turbidity of the ordinary master, and bringing the heaven and earth aura and the opportunity With merit and blessing, move in."

Sitting in a blue shirt, like a Mongolian boy who has just read and read.

Nowadays, the mountain monks in the world, whether they are in the Ascending Realm or the Fourteenth Realm, dare not call Zhou Mi by name, for fear of revealing the secret of the world to the sky.

Daozu smiled, this guy seems to be kept in the dark, and it is normal. How can one be recognized by the sword holder when he was young? Two seniors also stared at him. Chen Ping'an naturally broke his head and couldn't think of himself. After so many years of traveling on the road, it was not only Bingzhu's night tour, but also a lantern during the day.

It's just that Dao Zu is not in a hurry to explain the matter, and asks: "You have been close to Buddhism since you were a child, and you have quite a lot of experience about the affirmation and negation, so you must know the three sentences?"

Chen Pingan nodded, "Buddha said that the world is not a world, hence the name of the world."

Daozu smiled and said: "Good words, but let's talk more about it. Let me give you an example. The truth is that the sky is empty, the example is the post station ferry, so that the listener can have a foothold. Otherwise, the expert can reason and ride a crane to Yangzhou."

Chen Ping’an said: “Su Zi has poems, Danzhou Yunxia Qianjiang Chao, you can’t hate it in every possible way, and there is nothing to do when you reach Yuan, Danzhou Yunxia Qianjiang Chao.”

Dao Zu said: "Speak again."

Chen Ping'an replied: "Dao can be very Taoist."

Dao Zu smiled and said: "No wonder Su Zi gave a copybook, which is more enjoyable than Liu Qi. No wonder Sun Guanzhu added blue eyes to you. When he returned to his hometown, he would say that Haoran has a little Daoist in the world and he is a wonderful person."

Chen Ping An was a little embarrassed, his reputation was already full of the streets before he went to Qingming World? Does this count as the fragrance of wine, are you afraid of the deep alley?

Dao Zu asked: "Have you ever thought about why your two brothers dared to catch turtles in the urn? Ten thousand years ago, the three of us could not completely solve the legacy of the old heavenly court ruins. It’s even more difficult. But now that the three of us are going to go out of the way, it’s not as good as sparse to prevent water control. Cui Yang and Qi Jingchun are not short-sighted people. Why don’t you understand? Think about it again. When the public is ascending to the sky, what is he waiting for? To make up for the lack of God's position is similar to the Qintian Supervisor of our secular dynasty. There is always a carrot and a hole."

Dao Zu said with a smile: "Can't Zhou Mi just wait for the three of us to block the door, right?"

Chen Ping'an shook his head and said, "The juniors don't understand."

"Because there is something in the world, Zhou Mi has lost all secrets."

Dao Zu raised his arm and pointed at Chen Ping An, "It's you, the bird in the cage."

The heavens are thorough, and the earth is Chen Ping'an. There is a tug of war between the hearts and minds, which ultimately determines who is more capable of becoming a brand new and stronger one.

Fallen Mountain? The soul belongs to the sky, and the soul belongs to the earth.

Of course, Zhou Mi must have its own means, find another way, make a new look, seek a solution, and will never stand still.

Dao Zu said: "So Qingtong Tianjun left a letter to you, asking if you are full."

Chen Ping'an instantly tightened his heartstrings, clenched his fists empty, put them on his knees, took a deep breath, and asked in a deep voice, "I'm the one...one?"

Dao Zu smiled and said: "Qi Jingchun really put a heavy burden on your shoulders early."

Chen Ping'an suddenly enlightened.

Why would a Zou Zi, who has done his best, start targeting an orphan in Mud Bottle Alley so early. Zou Zi's existence had long since broken through life and death and detached himself from good and evil.

When he was young, he went up to the mountain to collect medicine. When he was blocked by mountain torrents, Old Man Yang later taught a method of breathing and breathing. In exchange, Chen Pingan created a dry tobacco rod.

Returning from the capital of the Great Sui Dynasty, he presented a flying sword, named fifteen by Chen Pingan. Old man Yang’s reason was that someone did not eat dumplings during the New Year.

With the addition of the Feijian embryo, whose original name is "Xiaofengdu", on the fifteenth day of the first day, it means that it can dodge the first day and the fifteenth day.

I never thought that the one who could not hide most seemed to be Chen Ping An himself.

Going out for a long trip again, to the Great Wall of Jianqi to send swords to Ning Yao, with invigorating charms posted on his legs and feet.

Chen Ping'an asked: "Is that morning?"

Dao Ancestor shook his head and said: "That would be too small to look down upon Qing Tong Tianjun's methods. You asked for this one yourself."

Chen Ping'an breathed a sigh of relief and asked bluntly: "Dare to ask Dao Ancestor, can this matter be solved, and I am still me?"

Daozu smiled and said, "I ask for more blessings."

Chen Pingan was dumb.

Dao Zu was probably worried that Chen Ping’an was going to go wrong. It was really a good idea, but it was spreading in the world more and more away from the original meaning, so Dao Zu then added a word, "Blessed are those who ask for themselves."

Chen Pingan asked, "If Li Liu or Ma Kuxuan saw those words, whose handwriting would it be?"

Chen Ping'an has always mistakenly believed that those words were written by Li Liu or Ma Kuxuan.

Dao Zu shook his head and said: "Not necessarily. What Li Liu sees may be Dong Shuijing, who seems to be collecting debts for others, or Lin Shouyi, who is "Dao Xin Shouyi". What Ma Kuxuan saw may be the fire **** Ruan Xiu. Or Li Liu, the **** of water. What Gu Can sees may be Song Jixin, or the finishing touch Zhao You, what Ruan Xiu sees, it may be the handwritings of Chen Pingan or Liu Xianyang in Ni Ping Lane. Only one thing can be certain, no matter who sees it. It’s not my own handwriting."

Dao Zu smiled and said: "When you recognize something in your mind, you will continue to find reasons and arguments to support your understanding. Kiln workers, butchers, wokers, carpenters, woodcutters find firewood, and fishermen find fish because of their skill. Each is different, so when you look at the same world, each will have its own focus."

Chen Pingan frowned and asked tentatively: "Those words are similar to the town of Red Candle? It's like a confluence of a long river of time. So anyone can be, and no one can engrave?"

Daozu answered the question, "The reason why Qingtong Tianjun set up this prohibition is so that you young people will not be too overworked on the road of spiritual practice in the future. Of course, they are even more worried. After being broken in the Lizhu Cave and taking root, you will lose one. The barrier that cuts off the secrets of heaven, the younger generation travels out one after another, and they will reveal clues about that one prematurely."

Regarding the direction of the long river of time, it is not a small taboo, and the cultivator has to explore it by himself.

Dao Zu smiled and said: "Now can you answer the previous question?"

Chen Ping'an turned his head subconsciously and glanced at the direction of Mud Bottle Alley.

Walking from the alley to the drug store, if you have money to buy medicine, snowy weather, muddy roads, you will walk lightly, and there is no money in your pocket. The same journey, even if the spring flowers bloom all the way, will make people stagger and tired. .

Why is it so, the state of mind dictates. Law is not alone, but rises according to circumstances. Traveling through mountains and rivers, but not procrastinating, this is what Buddhism calls the mind and the trouble. What's more, his own husband also specially commented on the phrase "the human heart is in danger, but the Taoist heart is weak."

When I was young, I was asked the most about the burning of porcelain. It was nothing more than two words. The direction of the heart, the direction of the hand.

Chen Ping’an said: “You don’t have to go shopping alone, just to find a coin on the ground, and you don’t have to wait for other houses to open the door. I don’t think it is hard.”

Daozu smiled and asked, "Have you picked up money?"

Chen Pingan said with a face: "I really picked up a few of them."

In the night when helping people to grab water, a child was lying on a field ridge, with Erlang's legs upturned, chewing on the roots of the grass. The star was shining above his head. The child held up a copper coin he had picked up on the ground during the day.

Daozu raised his hand, pointed to his head, and then pointed to his heart, "A person's rationality is the accumulation of knowledge accumulated by the day after tomorrow, and the roads that we have opened up by ourselves. Our sensibility is born and sent. The heart, the heart is the official of the monarch, and the gods come out. It is a pity that people are tired of things, and the heart is a form of service. Therefore, practicing cultivation, saying a thousand ways and ten thousand, will not be able to get around a word of the heart."

"Chen Ping An, may I ask the purpose of all the'techniques' in the world?"

Chen Pingan thought about it briefly and replied: "It can be falsified, and it can be corrected."

Dao Zu asked again, "Where is the Tao?"

Chen Ping’an replied: “It can make people fascinated, unite with the world and everything, and stay away from upside-down dreams.”

Dao Ancestor nodded, seeming to be satisfied with Chen Ping’an’s answer, with a look of emotion, “Hundreds of flowers bloom, thousands of people are competing, the earliest human sages who changed heaven and earth, in those long years that are difficult to describe in words, Whether it's cultivating mountain climbing or learning, it is a very beautiful time."

Dao Zu stood up and said, "Follow me to the Mud Bottle Alley."

Chen Ping An got up and walked out of the backyard with Daozu. Sudian and Shi Lingshan in the front yard of the drugstore were completely unaware.

Stepping out of the threshold, Dao Zu looked towards the street and said with a smile: "Qi Jingchun traveled to the Little Lotus Cave in the past. Before picking the lotus, he said to me that the purpose of practice lies in knowing, and the joy of seeking Tao lies in the unknown. Good. Guy, teach me how to practice."

Chen Pingan smiled knowingly.

Daozu suddenly joked: "You are not bad as a junior. You didn't practice boxing and sword in your early years, so you dare to let me give way."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "I was young and ignorant, and said something offensive, Daozu forgive me."

"Isn't it true?"

The Lord of Luopo Mountain treats people with sincerity, and he is not afraid of shadows.

"Then it's okay. Ask your conscience at night and talk to your heart. You can't be scared by your own shadow when you walk alone."

Walking on the street together, Dao Zu asked casually: "What kind of knowledge are you studying recently?"

For Dao Ancestor, it seems that you can know everything, if you want to know, then you don't need to know if you don't want to know, it's probably a kind of freedom.

Chen Ping'an replied: "I read some Taoist Fa and Futu Luwen. Before I came, I planned to go to the Qin Tianjian and borrow some books."

The saint of rites reminded one thing in the capital that the opportunity for the proof lies in the words.

"Now, are you planning to travel the Qingming world?"

"People without thought, he must worry about."

Chen Ping An was worried about being careless. He was slapped to death by Bai Yujing's second head teacher when he just showed his head in Qingming World.

It's just that in the presence of Taoist ancestor, it is hard to tell the right and wrong of his direct disciple.

"Do you have any experience in reading?"

"It was said in The Book of Pills that Luwen is a character derived from Dao Qi, so I plan to choose more Kuilong, gluttonous and cloud seal patterns to read."

Dao Zu hummed, "Reading it makes people fly over."

Chen Pingan was puzzled, didn't he see? Instead of reading? How to pronounce Fulu pattern?

Daozu turned his head and smiled: "Just now in the drugstore, you know that you are the one, you can not worry at the moment, it can also be explained as your own Dao heart is stable, plus the gift of Lu Chen Daofa, it's just why there is no fear after a little bit , You don’t worry that it is due to pure divinity. And don’t forget that the road of martial arts today is the old way of Shinto."

Chen Ping’an’s eyes were bright, looking at the far side of the street, the thoughts of a fourteenth-level monk, directly manifesting the main road, and there was a light rain on the street. Walking in it, "Then keep your feet on the ground, go and try. Try it."

Dao Zu smiled.

He looks a lot like that stubborn fellow Chen Qingdu, no wonder he fell in love with him because of the disparity of generation.

Very sword repair.

Chen Ping'an turned his head and looked back at the medicine shop.

After that, the two of them walked towards the Alley of Mud Bottles together, and Dao Zu narrated some old yellow calendars that Bai Yu Jing would not record.

"Someone used to go upstream along that long river of time in order to find their true face, tracing their origins, but to no avail."

"Someone worked tirelessly, trying to find two identical flowers between heaven and earth. For a long time. The time of a world stagnated for a long time. The Dao Fa finally couldn't support it, and the world collapsed. This person finally said with a smile, Chao Wen Daoxi is dead."

"Someone wanders far away with the sword, opening up the world, looking for an answer, who is there in the world, and what is the sky in the world. Guess what, how do you open up the world?"

Chen Pingan immediately remembered the meeting of his senior brother Cui Yang at the Great Wall of Jianqi. He slapped his arm on his arm and replied, "I used the technique of turning the mustard seeds upside down and walking toward the small world, asking for self-certification?"

Daozu didn’t give an answer, and changed the subject, “Don’t teach outsiders, don’t set up words. Words are not words too. So some people break the word barriers and set a millennium period, chaos, and a sea of ​​divine consciousness. It's so dark."

"Someone wants to explore something. Before the ancient gods, there was something that created the gods."

"So there are people wondering again. Is the long river of time a straight line that comes and goes without a trace, or an endless circle, or is it composed of countless uncut points? Could it be an ancient god? Once created spirit beings, and finally handed over to the human race to create gods in the future?"

Chen Ping An was silent, but it was inevitable that he was curious about whether this Taoist ancestor had ever successfully visited the border, and what did he see? What is the so-called Tao?

Daozu smiled and said: "You almost got accepted by Lu Chen's generation master and became my closed disciple. Lu Chen was obviously farther than you thought. He went to Bai Yujing, got a bird in a cage, and closed the door, and he became more worthy of the name."

Chen Pingan was stunned.

"But on Bai Yujing's side, it seems that I have said more about it. Even in the presence of the Most Holy Master, I still have to say, if you become my closed disciple, wherever it takes such hard work, just mind. Bai Yujing Shinsai sits alone, practises the avenue, and becomes the four masters, at least ten thousand years worry-free...Listen, you, the Most Holy Master, are really not surprising at all, and another three-character sutra popped up."

Chen Ping'an pretended not to hear the three words in his ears.

The Most Sacred Master who never wanted to study heaven and human, is still a man of temperament...

Dao Ancestor seemed to be talking to the Most Sacred Master, and said with a smile: "The old master rolls up his sleeves for someone to show. If I remember correctly, the saber in the early years was taken to the wild world by a proud student."

Chen Ping An's mind moved slightly.

Among the seventy-two sages of the earliest Confucian Temple, two of them made Chen Ping'an most curious, because the sages were highly knowledgeable, and it is not uncommon to be a direct disciple of the Most Holy Master, but one is famous for earning money. The other one is not an ordinary fight. It’s just that in the later history of the Confucian Temple, these two seemed to have retired early and disappeared. They did not create a context in the Haoran world, nor did they follow the saints of rites to the world, but even if they were very curious, Mr. Chen Ping'anzai Over there, I still didn't ask the inside story.

Daozu smiled and explained to Chen Ping'an: "If a group of fierce attacks are everywhere, there must be a victory. The Confucian Temple still has some back-end."

Daozu suddenly asked, "Would you like to see me?"

Chen Pingan was about to decline the matter, but in an instant, it was as if he had already seen a picture of a landscape far in the sky.

In the wild world, a remote place with thin and almost no spiritual energy, there are two adjacent huts, and there is a tall and burly man with a big beard and a right gusset. The man with a strong mountain breath is chopping wood with a hatchet.

There is also a thin, tall young man, full of books, with his hands folded, looking at the cat named Linu on the hut. It just jumped off a tree and walked away with a cicada. It's just that this cat was left by his old friend in his early years, and he just helped to look after it.

The man chopping wood asked, "How do you say?"

The young man nodded and said: "The old poems have been sorted out almost, and three thousand pieces have been prepared for a while. You can go out."

The man smiled and said: "Three thousand songs, so many? That level must be uneven. Fortunately, it is in the barbarian land, and there are few people who know the goods. Otherwise, you will not have the face to register yourself. You will lose face in the wild world. Only one."

The young man smiled and said, "The only one? With Aliang at the bottom, what am I afraid of."

The burly man laughed dumbly, put down his hatchet, clapped his hands, went to a cloak mound behind the hut, and found a broken iron sword, a high crown, a broken rope, and a Confucian shirt.

The man stretched out his hand to wipe the dust off the ancient crown and put it on his head, not forgetting to re-tassel.

Wearing a Confucian shirt and a long sword hanging from his waist, the man is still big-bearded, but his momentum is different.

There was an old saying in Haoran that the death of a gentleman is inevitable.

The young man walked into the hut and took a long sword from the wall. There was an oil lamp on the table. Haoran, someone in the world once was drunk with a lamp and watched a sword.

When this young scholar holds a long sword, it is like the world's sharp edge, three feet together.

On this side of the town, the two sides passed by the old locust tree ruins, Dao Ancestor said slowly: "Guess, guess, has the old locust wood sword box, the old sword fairy returned it to you?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said, "Can't guess."

Daozu smiled and said, "I have a chance to know in the future."

Chen Ping'an asked, "Is the old Guanzhu nearby?"

Taoist ancestor nodded and said: "I was drinking tea and melon seeds at the gate of your mountain. Before going to Luopo Mountain, I was slapped with horns by Daoist Jingqing on the side of the small town. He also said that the grass on the hills of your house is lush.

Chen Pingan stretched out his fingers and rubbed his eyebrows. He was really an uncle.

When he walked to the small alley, Daozu stopped, looked at the small alley in front of him, smiled and said: "My first disciple, the only disciple who personally collects money, once had a fable saying that he was worried about the world, but Lu Chen said that he was worried about the world. , Is the great wisdom, so Lu Chen has always been afraid of a certain saying, the so-called eternal leisure, is that the person who was dreamed of wakes up in the dream, and then the world will return at that moment. Bai Yujing also has a Taoist person, thought It’s very interesting. I’m afraid that his master is like a buzzing mosquito. Even if he gets rid of the **** of heaven and is discovered, it’s just a slap. There is another person in Bai Yujing, on the contrary, I think One of the so-called transcendence avenues in countless'heaven and earth' is just an extra red dot on our arm, which breaks with a flick of his finger. Your brother Cui Huang had already thought of this. Generally speaking, it is the one of Lu Chen. The idea is relatively unsolvable. If you come to Bai Yujing as a guest in the future, you can talk to him in detail."

Daozu said: "Just walk here."

Chen Ping'an made an effort.

Daozu smiled and returned a Daomen chief inspector.

In the next moment, Chen Ping'an returned to Dali Capital. After thinking about it, he went to Qin Tianjian.

Inside a room of the Daliqin Tianjian, someone was burning incense, and the fairy mist curled up.

An outsider who just lived in the Qin Tianjian, with a young face and surnamed Yuan, has helped a lot in the Taishi Bureau over the years. Because he is proficient in the latitude and longitude, moon phases, concocting techniques and secret rate, he has perfected the Qin Tianjian. Breath difference and fading method.

It was this person who had placed a small incense burner in front of him, holding an incense chopstick, and burning Gannan incense.

It was just the supervisor and deputy supervisor of the Qintian Supervisor who looked at each other face to face at this moment. The two old monks were still very leisurely and ridiculed a few words similar to the official debts often owed to books and burning incense to read Su Zi's words.

Before Chen Pingan's shot at the inn in the capital, and then Ning Yao's sword, the movements were very loud, but they were not as shocking as the vision at that moment.

The deputy supervisor asked in a low voice, "Master Supervisor, this hidden official, is it a hidden Ascendant sword repairman?"

Jian Zheng stretched out his palms, looked at the cracked ancient tortoise shell, and sighed: "Your guess seems to be low."

The supervisor suddenly slapped his knees with his palms, "Killing to death! It is absolutely unreasonable!"

Even if Chen Pingan is a

Ascension Realm Sword Repair, the supervisor did not believe it.

The Yupu Realm Swordsman, who was in her early forties, was already shocking enough. As for that Ning Yao...what did she do.

Jian Zheng sighed, "No matter what the truth is, the situation is the current situation. The dragon is entrenched in Xiaotang, shaking his head and tail casually. For Dali Capital, it is an unstoppable stormy sea. With force, It's an idiot dreaming. How does it make sense? Ha ha, Wen Sheng's family lineage..."

The deputy supervisor said tentatively: "Then only moving emotions?"

Jian Zheng's mind was shaken, Chen Ping'an really came!

However, the old monk still looked complacent, pretending to nodded suddenly and said: "I must report this to your majesty immediately, and there will be a deputy labor supervision officer who will treat the guests on his behalf. I remembered that the deputy supervisor was Shanya Academy in the early years and said no. Those who are less conscientious and express affection are the most appropriate. Apart from anything else, Chen Ping’an is still a nostalgic person. You can tell him about affection and prescribe the right medicine for the case."

The prisoner had a hard time saying that at the Changchun Palace, I was really badly hurt by the Queen Mother Dali’s pit. Before Chen Ping’an watched Zhengyang Mountain, he lay on a wicker chair at the Guoyunlou Inn and rested. To take out the piece of natal porcelain, order him to use his palm to observe the mountains and rivers, and to observe Chen Ping'an from a distance. The result is good. If you use the quack and lake argument, the two sides are considered to be a bridge.

Finally, the supervisor and the deputy, the two old men looked at the young monk who was always silent, "Mr. Yuan?"

The young monk smiled and said: "I have come, since I can't drive away, I just watch the changes. Anyway, the worst result is that the Qin Tianjian was demolished. Anyway, Dayi is rich now."

A Qintian jail, for Chen Ping'an at the moment, is like entering no one.

Glancing at the plaque, observe the timing.

Seeing good and bad things from the sky, the sage chooses it. Qin Tianjian’s qi trainers observe the celestial phenomena, calculate solar terms, establish Zheng Shuo, and compile calendars. They need to tell the emperor those signs of rise and fall.

Heaven and Earth have already placed the "Xiang" there, like a book spread out, and everyone in the world can read it casually, and the monks can read it more diligently, and all the gains may be their own way and state.

The "xiang" in the sky, the "xiang" in the radicals of the human character, the cultivation of the Tao and the attainment of the Tao, is probably the purpose of one's cultivation, and ultimately it seems to be as immortal as the sky and the earth.

Chen Ping’an stepped into a library full of multiple landscape restrictions, and he sighed in his heart. He deserves to be the third master of Bai Yujing, who is "no one can beat, no one can beat". The truth cannot be simpler, Lu Chen is like All alone, alone in a complete world with no gaps in the avenue, besides, all the people of the world live together in another world, without hindrance, and the well water does not offend the river. I just don't know whether the sword repair of the fourteenth realm, with one sword, can cut through the barriers of the avenue.

There are almost no practice secrets on the Renyun Yiyun Tower. Most of them are masterpieces handed down by the Three Religious Scholars and Hundred Schools. That's why Chen Pingan wanted to come here to read.

Because the realm is there, the book is turned extremely fast, the spiritual consciousness is slightly moved, and after reading a book in a flash, some ancient books that have made his mind move slightly, Chen Ping’an takes down from the shelf and silently writes them down. Those key statements.

Even the mountains are like mountains, and the air comes out. Is it related to the Three Mountain Talisman?

The dragon is transformed into the snake and submerged in the dragon. Will there be such a fierce thing hidden by this secret technique in the wild world?

All gods, sweep the floor and burn incense? Is it related to ancient sacrifices?

In the end, Chen Pingan took a few books, walked through the wall, put the books under his arm, and stood against the railing in a blue shirt.

On the other side of the square, a group of monks from the Qintian Supervisors gathered. They were not very old, and they had a child's comb horn bun, dressed in green clothes, and their style was simple. In addition, there are also Yue Du Zhu Shi, Si Chen Shi, and young girls with different clothes.

A group of people are on the steps, standing or sitting, standing and sitting, but no one is lazy. After all, the Qintian Supervisor still has strict rules.

What they talked about the most was, of course, the arena competition between Yu Hong and Zhou Haijing.

Then there are some experiences of landscapes that go out to experience, and it is not easy for Qintianjian’s gas trainers to go out, so every time you travel, the journey to the landscape will not be short, and you will often walk around half of Aquarius Island, and your whereabouts are secret. Every time they travel far, there will be two groups of people secretly guarding the road, the Ministry of Penalty of the Great Li and the monks who accompanied the army from all over the country, so there is no room for mistakes. Da Liqin Tianjian’s Qi Watching technique is rare, not worse than sword repair.

Chen Pingan was hesitating whether to return to the town and go to Yang's shop to read the letter, or go to the inn to find Pei Qian and Cao Sunny, or go to the ferry to meet the two nephews? Or go to the palace directly?

Looking at the generally carefree teenagers and girls, Chen Ping'an had to sigh, lush years, when the most lovely.

Qintian Supervisor is divided into astronomy department, geography department, omission department, calendar department, five elements department and sacrifice department.

The Taishi Bureau, the Arithmetic Bureau, and the Construction Bureau have recently established the Boundary Bureau, the Shandu Bureau and the Dialect Bureau. In addition, there are also some Qingshui Yamen in the Bell and Drum Academy and the Indian Calendar.

Among them, the calendar is carved, also called Lintai. The newly established Boundary Bureau is responsible for managing the yellow scale albums of the dynasties for the royal family.

As for the dialect bureau, the Yizhou dialect was compiled by the Ministry of Rites, and the minister Zhao Yao specifically abbot the matter, and finally deposited it in the Qin Tianjian.

This is a huge expense involving immortal money, and the Ministry of Household has not cursed his mother. Because Zhao You had worked as a clerk in the Ministry of Household for a few days, he described this high-ranking servant of the Ministry of Rites as a man who sold Yetian. spendthrift. The gangsters of the Ministry of War can't afford to provoke them. You, Zhao You, an official of the Ministry of Rites, arguing and arguing don't matter, and fighting can be insulting.

Inside the Qintian Supervisor, there is also a distinction between superior and inferior. Those who look at the sky and despise those who look down on the earth. Those who look down on the earth will only follow the steps and follow the old rituals and sacrifices. The priests look down on those who guard the omissions. The aloof calendar department, the Lingtai Lang who was born in Lintai and studied the calendar, has the most precious status, and no one looks down on it.

Chen Pingan looked around.

That one, the bird in the cage.

Chen Pingan quietly raised his right hand and touched his left wrist.

Long travel and return travel, time flies, spring goes and autumn comes, thinking and thinking, white horses pass the gap, walk around and watch flowers.

What really made Chen Ping'an hesitate the most was another trip by himself.

Are you rushing to that battlefield, or...fucking straight to Tuoyue Mountain? !

Chen Ping'an turned his head, and because he didn't intentionally hide his trace, he came to the door.

It is Deputy Ma Jian and an outsider named Yuan Tianfeng in Qin Tian Jian.

Yuan Tianfeng saw this young hidden official at close range, and he was full of emotion in his heart.

Is it really a legendary fourteenth realm great monk?

Chen Pingan clasped his fists and smiled: "Luoposhan Chen Pingan has met Ma Jiancheng, Mr. Yuan."

It is inappropriate to call the deputy supervisor.

However, Chen Ping'an put more thoughts on the young monk who was "fresh".

Regarding the Jingcheng Qintian Supervisor, Cui Dongshan specifically mentioned this unnamed Mr. Yuan in the Dali Dynasty. He gave a very high evaluation: refreshing, cheerful, full of spirit, and amazing.

In the words of Pei Qian when he was a child, it was to let the big white goose boast good people, that is, sister Nuanshu sleeps in, the sun comes out from the west, and the dog vomits ivory.

Deputy Ma Jian responded: "I have seen Mr. Chen."

About Mo is to imply that Chen Ping'an is not a hermit now, and when he returns to his hometown, he is a scholar in the line of Wensheng.

Yuan Tianfeng called Chen Pingan as Chen Shanzhu.

Deputy Ma Jian glanced at the books under Chen Ping's arm, but didn't say anything.

A good one comes uninvited, takes without telling, and leaves without saying goodbye.

Fortunately, those few books are not too expensive. Besides, among the rare and rare books collected in the Qin Tianjian, there are two flavours and charms condensed by cultural movement, which are dedicated to helping pass on.

What's more, the banned books that were really secreted by the Qintian Prison are not kept in the library. Even if it was him, the deputy supervisor, who wanted to check, he had to nod and agree to the other two. Any book he turned over would be recorded.

With Chen Ping's current realm and Taoism that seems to "fall from the sky", it is actually not difficult to find traces of the formation, even taking a book and going back and forth, it is destined to be unknown.

Yuan Tianfeng smiled and asked, "Lord Chen Shan, do you believe me?"

Chen Pingan nodded and smiled without hesitation: "Of course I believe."

Yuan Tianfeng suddenly painted a circle with a whisk in his hand, and then used the whisk to split it in the middle, "So?"

Chen Ping'an shook his head, raised his hand, and put his fingers together. It was also drawing a circle, but it was not fully connected, and then it seemed to deviate slightly, except that the line did not extend.

Yuan Tianfeng nodded.

The vice-supervisor on the side stroked his beard and smiled. As for whether I understand or not, you two can guess.

Chen Pingan asked in his heart: "Mr. Yuan is studying how to deal with the Huawaitian Demon?"

Yuan Tianfeng did not deny the matter, but said helplessly: "It is as difficult as climbing the sky to fight against the sea."

Yuan Tianfeng seemed to be a little bit late, and didn't ask until this moment: "Master Chen Shan has heard of me?"

Chen Ping'an nodded and said, "Senior brother values ​​Mr. Yuan very much."

Yuan Tianfeng didn't care too much, but asked, "Master Chen is proficient in arithmetic?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "The more I look at it, the more headaches I get, but it's not bad to use it for luminescence."

Yuan Tianfeng regretfully said: "In fact, there is one way to do it. It should be included in the Dali imperial examination. The proportion is not small. I heard that Cui Guoshi had this intention, but unfortunately it was not implemented in the end."

Chen Pingan hesitated to speak but stopped.

Yuan Tianfeng was puzzled: "Does Chen Shanzhu have objections? Or do you agree with me?"

Chen Ping An hurriedly waved his hand and smiled: "Although I can't decide on the imperial examination, I am definitely afraid to nod this head."

Pulling out a book and tapping his head, Chen Ping'an said: "If I really want to be included in the imperial examination, I will definitely not be the only one who has a headache. It is even conceivable that the whole world of scholars scratching their heads and screaming at these arithmetic books. ."

Yuan Tianfeng laughed.

This closed disciple of Wensheng's line is still very funny.

Deputy Ma Jian sighed, okay outsiders, you can talk and laugh here.

Chen Ping'an left, and his body disappeared in a flash.

Yuan Tianfeng smiled and said, "Don't ask when to return the book?"

Deputy Ma Jian smiled and didn't say anything.

Chen Ping'an appeared in the alley and found that Liu Lao was not there, so he chatted with Zhao Duanming for a few words, only to realize that Master Liu had stopped an old master before.

On the side of Longyao in the small town, a middle-aged monk chanted silently like a spring breeze.

In the wild world, several sword repairmen who traveled together, the man in the middle wearing a lotus crown said: "Go to Tuoyue Mountain!"