Chen Ping’an deliberately chose Lidong’s day, and the ferry docked for the next sect. Cui Dongshan built a few huts at the gate of the mountain, moved out a few tables, and went up and down two cases. There were a lot of people. A shopkeeper and shopkeeper, busy with Shiqiu over the stove, in the beginning of winter, a bowl of dumplings, a bowl of tonic soup, also known as ground root soup, is made from the roots of various plants, which is auspicious. The nearby materials are not some immortal products. On each table, there is a dish of soy and vinegar condiments, and a large dish of pickled isatis when the frost is falling.

As for the drinks, I'm sorry, if you want to drink it, you can change it yourself. Our next sect is now too poor.

There were five people sitting on a main table.

Chen Pingan, the owner of Shangzong's Luopo Mountain.

Daohao Lingchun’s down-and-out mountain palm law is long-lived.

There are also the three largest temporary officials of the next sect, the first lord Cui Dongshan, who is in charge of the autumn planting, and the next sect is in charge of Cui Wei.

Cui Wei was originally unwilling to sit at the main table and wanted to give up his position to Mi Yu, who was about to serve as the chief priest of the next sect, but Lord Shanzhu took his arm and did not let go, Cui Wei had to admit his fate.

Yu Xian, who was sitting at the other table, looked back at Cui Wei, and the child pouted. Yo, he was able to drink at the same table with the hermit.

It's not a rare thing on the Great Wall of Jianqi, but there are not many when it comes to Haoran.

However, Yu Xiehui seemed to be in a better mood, took a chopstick dumpling, and took a big mouthful of tonic soup.

Cui Wei was keenly aware of this slight change in the direct disciple, and looked at the young hermit, with a rare smile, Chen Ping'an nodded in greeting, trifling.

Which child in the world would not want his father or master to be an indomitable husband who has a card when he goes out?

Chen Ping’an’s direct disciple sat at a table, but it was actually more than Cao Sunny on the previous ferry.

Cui Dongshan took the last seat, clasped his fist and said: "Inherit Zhengshuo, general affairs, initial creation, lack of characters, and creation of the night..."

Chen Lingjun asked softly, "Mi Cixi, what do you mean?"

Mi Yu asked back: "Ask me? What do you mean?"

The two jokes stared at each other with big eyes.

The old fairy Jia on the side said with a smile: "The general idea of ​​Sect Master Cui is that this sect is inherited from the previous sect, that is, the orthodox origin of the Luopo Mountain Incense. It is now in the early stage of preparations. There are not many people and poor materials. It’s hard to avoid being sloppy. I hope you can forgive me. Naturally, our Sovereign Cui said that he was too self-effacing. He only talked about the pickled winter cabbage on the table and the royal kitchen craftsmanship in the palace, but that's it."

Mi Yu asked curiously: "Brother Jia, have you been in the palace?"

Chen Lingjun grinned, Mi Dajianxian asked this question well.

Jia Sheng smiled and said: "A good guy doesn't mention the courage of the past, and it doesn't matter if you don't talk about it, let alone the past of the poor Dao, to say it will only laugh generously."

Chen Lingjun chuckled and said: "When Brother Jia was young, he was a gentleman with a reputation for imperial examinations. He was a jinshi master who had eaten the Qionglin banquet. He also published poetry collections. Later, he abandoned his pen to join the army and joined the army. Xingwu, spent many years on the battlefield, and made great achievements. According to Chief Zhou, he can get a good posthumous post. It is just that Jia Jia waited until the world was peaceful at the foot of the mountain, and he had met the emperor, so he didn’t have anything. Yes, I hid my merits and fame deeply, and traveled everywhere, and later, I received two high disciples, Deng Gao and Jiu'er, and met our master at first sight, and became the worship master of Luopo Mountain."

Jia Sheng laughed and said, "It was revealed that Mi Cixi laughed."

Chen Ping'an turned his head and smiled and asked, "Jia Zhufeng, and these vulgar past deeds? Why haven't I heard you say it before?"

Old Immortal Jia hurriedly held a bowl in both hands, replacing the wine with soup, "I don't have the shame to brag about the merits on the side of the mountain owner, and the ugliness of the family should not be exposed."

This shows how suspicious the owner of his own mountain is not to use, and to employ people without any doubt.

What a "not tacky"! The comment of the mountain owner is very sophisticated, with a few words, which is better than a thousand words of flowers.

Chen Ping'an turned his head and glanced at the mountain road. It was vaguely visible that it was the Shinto form of burning incense and respect, and asked: "The predecessor of the mountain under our feet is the site of the Five Sacred Mountains of a certain country?"

Cui Dongshan nodded and smiled: "Mr. has eyes like torches. It is indeed the students who had spent a lot of effort to relocate this mountain all the way. The mountain is very sinking. The top of the mountain is the old Nanyue of the old Northern Jin Kingdom. The temple and the golden body of the gods are no longer there. They were defeated by the monsters in that battle, and the land was ruined by the wild world, and there was no precious treasure left in the mountains, so now there are only leftovers. I’m so empty and want to return to the mountainous style of the past. I have no other choice but to spend money and then spend money."

"This is also the reason why the new emperor of the Northern Jin Dynasty made his move so quickly. I happened to pass by this mountain at the time and felt that I had a good eye for it. Later, I asked Daquan Yao to help match the bridge. Li Xiling Li, who is the uncle of today's son, worked hard. , Personally accompanied me to the Beijing Capital of the Northern Jin Dynasty. It cost me fifty grains of rain. The new monarch was generous, suggesting whether I would be willing to round up the old five mountains, and the two hundred grains of rain would be able to buy all of it. I was almost moved. "

It's similar to the original dragon boat in Luopo Mountain. Instead of spending great effort and money to repair it, it's actually better to buy a new ferry. For the new imperial court of the Northern Jin Dynasty, who wanted to restore the old appearance of a mountain with broken roots and exhausted water transportation, it was a bottomless pit that would cost a lot of money, so it was not a general taste. If you don't change the Yue, it is a dead rule after all, it is better to Feng Chan Xin Yue, it is also a new dynasty. Regarding the site selection of the Northern Jin Kingdom’s Xinyue Mountain, not only has it been reported to Dafu Academy, but it has also been approved by the Zhongtu Confucian Temple.

This means that the Confucian Temple in this matter is equivalent to opening a hole for the entire Tongyezhou countries. Since there is a precedent, the rest of the countries will become polite.

"It's just that the next sect site is just that big. If it is installed with the Five Sacred Mountains of the next country, it will look bloated and overcrowded. As an additional condition for buying the old mountain, because the price is indeed lower, I have to agree to the new gentleman. In the next hundred years, our next ancestor is willing to give priority to accepting the cultivating embryos of the Northern Jin Kingdom. His Majesty is not very young and has a lot of courage. He is very sophisticated when it comes to buying and selling. He is either a born businessman or a man. The expert taught me tricks and tricks. Anyway, I’m asking for the price to pay back the money. I only promised an additional condition of “within five hundred years, at least three to five disciples of the Patriarch’s Hall in the Northern Jin Dynasty”. The exchange, except for the renovation of the old state city in the future of the Northern Jin Kingdom and the construction of the Xinzhou city, is handed over to our next case. The price is fair, and everyone needs what they need. Everyone is happy. In addition, it gave us a century of mining all silver mines in the Northern Jin Dynasty. Quan, we contribute, the Northern Jin Dynasty just sits and collects the money, September 1st opens..."

Hearing this, Chen Ping'an finally interrupted, "It's too much to divide the accounts like this?"

If it is the next sect that divides the account by 90%, of course it is too much. If the next sect only accounts for 10%, the Northern Jin Dynasty is too much.

Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "The students also want to talk about two to eight, but the new king is very shrewd and prepared early. The approximate reserves of the six silver mines in the dark and secret mountains have been carefully estimated by the Beijin Household Department, even if we Only occupying 10% of the income is indeed an astronomical sum of money. Sir, I can make a ticket here, and within 20 years of the next transaction, I will be able to open Tongyezhou's leading silver bank ticket number. "

Regardless of the silver business in the small mountain, the human race has been living along the river by the water since ancient times, so there is still a road like water and wealth under the sky that is more attractive than gold and silver?

Of course Cui Dongshan knew that his husband knew his intentions and plans.

When Nalan Yuzhang heard the words "silver" and "divided", it was most easy to get her heart. She hurriedly swallowed dumplings and cheered loudly. The little girl was full of energy and her eyes lighted up.

Cui Dongshan turned around, smiling and handing over with this little money fan.

The master of the little girl nowadays is the Law of the Fallen Mountain Palm, a fellow Lingchun Daoist!

Chen Ping’an took a sip of the winter tonic soup. After Cui Dongshan took the seat, he continued: “I also photographed two mountains in the old Nanqi, one old Zhongyue and one old Xiyue’s prince’s mountain. They are all pretty enough, just Now the chaos there is no better than the Northern Jin Dynasty, where the lotus roots are broken. The country is broken. The new emperor is a foreigner and has a bad name. He is unworthy of it by a large group of former widows. Undercurrents are surging up and down by the ruling and the opposition. After five years of work, I don’t want to be safe. Even if I want to take advantage of the fire, I have to worry about whether I will get a yellow mud in my crotch, and I am not a person inside and out. So after thinking about it, I still feel unnecessary, and wait for the situation to stabilize. Besides, no matter who the covenant is signed today, it may become a piece of waste paper the next day."

The Daquan dynasty bordered the two countries, the Northern Jin and the Southern Qi. The former was at least the continuation of the Kingdom of Zuo. The capital of the old Southern Qi was reduced to a garrison for a military tent in the barren world in the early years. The monsters occupied and smashed countless golden statues of gods. Therefore, the new monarch enthroned the throne and established a national title. He would rather establish the country as the emperor in a state city and hold a ceremony. He would not go to the old capital to ascend the throne. Pieces together, borrowed a large amount of foreign debts from the Yao family of Daquan, and secretly let out a lot of profits. Only at the end of last year was able to start rebuilding the new capital. If one is not careful, it will become a vassal state of the Yao family of Daquan.

Cui Dongshan is not a five-sacred prince like Wei Bo, nor does he dispose of the mountain in his own jurisdiction, nor does he have the magical powers of the ancestor who moved the mountain. Therefore, the relocation of this old mountain cost Cui Dongshan a lot of energy and financial resources. , You have to lay down a large formation to cover the entire mountain range, and then perform the Buddhism Mustard Seed Summoning technique. In the end, it is equivalent to carrying a mountain to the north. Therefore, at least half of the mountain and water journey, Cui Dongshan cannot protect against the wind, so he can only walk on foot. .

Learn from the ancient land immortals, move to rivers, and raise mountains.

After landing and taking root, let the talisman puppets who pick mountain workers and fish fish, or repair and suture mountain roots, or travel clouds and rain and gather water transportation in the lower parcel.

In the future, the three mountains will be moved here, and the next clan will form a ground pattern of one main and two auxiliary.

After a good meal, Cui Dongshan led the way, and the group began a hiking tour. Cui Dongshan helped introduce the scenic spots along the way.

The predecessor of this mountain is the genus of the Five Sacred Mountains. It cannot be just a single mountain, but a whole mountain range. Many peaks and peaks have been renamed by Cui Dongshan. In addition to renamed the old mountain to Xiandu Mountain, the ancestral mountain of the next ancestor, Named after the main peak, it is Qingping Peak. There is also a Fuyao Ping on the top of the mountain.

As for the foot of the second peak, there is a river nearby, named Luobaotan by Cui Dongshan.

As soon as Xiao Mo heard the place name "Luobaotan", he was stunned, as if he had noticed the strangeness of Xiao Mo behind him. The big white goose walking at the forefront threw his sleeves and said with a heartfelt smile: "Mr. Xiao Mo, don't be too much. Think, and the Bixiao Cave of Luobaotan in Stinky Niubizi, the two have no way to do it, I'm just trying to please."

In the ancient times when the human race and the monster race were mixed in the world, and there were gods in the sky, the Bixiao Cave next to the treasure beach was invincible from the cave, and it could forgive people and not forgive people, and could not give way to the Tao.

At that time, the Taoists of the world, the immortals of the earth, as long as they met that one, they would be a little bit embarrassed.

Of course, Xiao Mo is an exception, but the two sides neither discussed the Dao Fa nor asked the sword. Instead, they had a good chat. It was a good match. Xiao Mo once went to the treasure beach outside the Bixiao Cave to be with the Taoist in Tsing Yi. Winemaking.

Chen Lingjun walked beside the big white goose, his big sleeves dangling and crackling.

Mr. Zheng, the nephew of the teacher, said, this is called Feilong in Tianyun Yutian, when the thunderstorm is over, there will be a secret roar.

Cui Dongshan turned his head, glanced at the old fairy Jia, smiled and asked: "Second thing, what about that robe that is very valuable when you look at it, didn't you turn it out and put it on your body, basking in the sun and moonlight?"

Old Shenxian Jia replied in a sad voice: "Master Cui Xian's teachings are always in my heart, and I often remind myself that it is easy to change from frugality to luxury, and it is difficult to change from extravagance to frugality."

Before disembarking the ship, the blind Taoist took off his luxurious robe and put on the simple attire of the contemporary shopkeeper in Qilong Alley.

"There is a road at the foot of the mountain, and the law of the mountainside is on the mountainside. Don't be too rigid. Since you are the second manager of the wind and kite ferry, you should not be too shabby because you depend on clothes and Buddha and gold. In the future, the old **** Jia needs to follow People from all walks of life get along with each other, and it is inevitable that they will encounter a few snobs, but don't miss the business because of your clothes."

Cui Dongshan had no words to say anything, hippie smiled and said: "The clothes are shabby, you can change the robes, but if the sourness is hard to fade, it will not be beautiful."

As a result, Cui Dongshan slapped his husband on the back of the head.

Chen Ping'an taught: "They are all people who are going to be suzerain. Who taught you the yin and yang weirdness."

Old Immortal Jia hurriedly swallowed his saliva, moisturized his throat, and said in a stern tone: "Shanzhu, Sect Master Cui said that if you don't treat Poor Dao as his own family, why bother to say that these are just unbelievable golden words at first glance. ."

Chen Pingan was silent.

Zhang Li Changming smiled.

Nalan Yu Di took out a pen and a bamboo slip from his sleeve, and began to record the words.

Before the young mountain master went to Qilong Alley to invite the old **** Jia to go out of the mountain, and after agreeing to be the second ferry manager, Jia Sheng personally cooked, cooked a table for wine and dishes, and called two disciples of Zhao Denggao and Tian Jiu'er, the old gods broke the world. I didn’t speak much, I just toasted a few wines and toasts. Compared with the previous lotus flowers, it seemed very common. It’s just that I thanked the mountain master for being willing to accept the three masters and apprentices, which gave them a place to stay. I won’t continue to drift away and thank Luoposhan’s kindness over the years. I live a stable life without the slightest feeling of being under the fence. It’s not like a home, it’s just a home.

Finally, the old Taoist stood up, held a cup and respected the world, saying that he was grateful to God to open his eyes, so that he was fortunate to be here, and fortunate to meet Chen Shanzhu, and fortunate to meet all of Luoposhan.

Everyone continued to ascend all the way, but unfortunately the big woods in the mountains had been cut down long ago. The countless magnificent temples and halls were completely destroyed, leaving only a few traces of the foundations. Even those cliff carvings did not escape the catastrophe. Or be smoothed out by the magic of the monsters at will. When you arrive at a quiet path that is only a little higher than the mountainside, it is already higher than the bird path. The cliffside viewing pavilion and the waterside pavilion have disappeared, only outside the mountain. White clouds and flying birds passed by slowly.

The white-clothed boy picked up a handful of water and laughed: "Sir, this water is good for brewing tea. This stream is not flooded with floods and does not dry up in severe droughts. It is one of the few mountainous ones to be taken. It's done. And the further you go, the higher the rank of the stream will be."

Chen Pingan smiled and nodded, "I can barely count the two things of brewing tea."

Cui Dongshan leaned his palm and stood up, "From now on, I will set up a stone tablet near here and set it up with someone. If I want to seal an immortal poem, I will write... Sir, why don't you come and improvise one?"

The person Cui Dongshan calls is probably Cui Yang.

There are so many people at the moment, he is not good to call the **** directly.

I heard that the young mountain mainly chanted poems.

Old immortal Jia shouted aloud, and Chen Lingjun immediately followed.

Nalan Yumiao and the little fat man Cheng Chaolu applauded vigorously.

Chen Ping'an had a dark face.

Fortunately, the millet grains are not here.

Chen Ping'an turned his head and looked at Xiao Mo.

It implies that Xiaomo, you have a rich collection of books in your heart, and you can search very quickly. You can do this for you and help you out of the siege. Put together a poem about fairy tales, and just expose the matter in one stroke.

Xiao Mo, who had a slightly subtle smile on his face, mistakenly thought that his son was not enough to support him. He immediately held the hiking stick in his arms, raised his hands, and clapped gently to show his expectation.

Chen Ping'an took the lead in moving, and only left a sentence, "Let's stay ahead."

Old Immortal Jia smiled while stroking his beard, and whispered to Xiao Mo on the side: "The mountain lord must be confident."

In fact, Chen Ping'an already has a draft, but who knows a few nonsense poems? It's just that a kind of master and student Cao Qingqing was present, and Chen Pingan was embarrassed to show his ugliness after all.

Xiao Mo began to look through the collection of books in his heart, with green words and green chapters of the fairy poems, and nodding his head: "The ancient trees are towering over the cloud house, and the total true miracle is the city of immortals."

Old Immortal Jia thought for a while, nodded and said, "Brother Xiao Mo, it is quite appropriate to start the chapter with a poem by Ding Yanling."

Cui Dongshan hugged the back of his head with both hands, smiled and said, "My mountain is three thousand feet above the ground, and the sky is 10,000 years tall."

Approaching the top of the mountain, Cui Dongshan said heartily: "Sir, the seating arrangement on the mountain gate just now is different from that of Luopo Mountain."

Cui Dongshan's arrangement is in line with Haoran's rules, so it doesn't seem to be a downfall.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "I promised you a long time ago. You can handle the next affairs by yourself, and I won't take care of it."

In the falling mountains, there is a group of kindness and a strong atmosphere of humanity. The realm of monks and martial arts is nothing. Naturally, they don't pay much attention to the distinction of primary and secondary, seniority, and closeness.

But Chen Pingan didn't feel that he had to follow the gourd to draw a dipper, do everything, and copy everything to the previous sect.

Unless one day Chen Pingan feels that something went wrong in the next case, he will make an exception.

When he arrived at Fuyaoping on the top of the mountain, Chen Ping'an took out two things and gave them to Cui Dongshan, "It's considered as a gift I gave in advance. When the time comes, there will be one more for the celebration."

A pair of couplets presented by Wu Shuangjiang.

The twelve flying swords of the Yuban City of the Yunwen Dynasty.

The young man in white was in his sleeve and thanked her husband.

The cave sky obtained from Tian Wan has not yet "landed", and Cui Dongshan still has an interlocking landscape layout.

Chen Pingan remembered something, and smiled with Cui Dongshan and asked, "Zhu Lian's swordsmanship is actually very powerful?"

Because Lao Guanzhu was a guest at Luopo Mountain last time, stopped at the gate of the mountain, just drank tea, chatted with Zhu Lian, a "hometown man" from the blessed land, actively mentioned Zhu Lian's swordsmanship, and asked Zhu Lian if he could do it. Choose nine sword fairy embryos as disciples. A great monk in the fourteenth realm would never talk casually.

At that time, Chen Ping’an strayed into the depths of the lotus root flowers, only to hear that Zhu Lian had two nicknames: Madman Wu and Young Master Noble. At most, it was the first time the old chef walked the rivers and lakes. He traveled far away with a sword, and once caused a lot of powder. debt.

Cui Dongshan said: "Zhu Lian's swordsmanship is worthy of the word'Zuoran.' It is a master of swordsmanship in the world before Ding Ying of the blessed land. It is like a mountain on the top of a mountain with a peak rising suddenly."

Chen Ping'an wondered: "Then why did you never see Zhu Lian practicing sword?"

But every time he watched Xiao Hei Tan play that crazy sword technique, it was the old cook who was the most vigorous and supportive, and his beard and horses were a bit too much.

Cui Dongshan smiled and said, "It's probably because the old cook thinks that sword practice is no longer interesting."

Chen Ping'an sighed: "It's really a human being more than a human being."

There is Zhu Lian far away, and the disciple Pei Qian nearby, and now there is another Chai Wu beside him.

Cui Dongshan did not stay in this Fuyao Ping for long, and soon left, leading the people of the next sect down the mountain to continue to be busy. Now everyone has a clear division of labor and heavy tasks.

Cui Dongshan also pulled up the three of Lu Baixiang's master and apprentice.

All the affairs of the next sect will be done by Cui Dongshan himself, and everything will be done by himself. As Shangzong's Luopo Mountain, it was like just giving a place to the sect.

Chen Ping'an glanced at the backs of the three Lu Baixiang's masters and apprentices. It seemed that from meeting Lu Baixiang at the ferry to now following Lu Baixiang to leave the mountain top, Yuan Bao never looked at Cao Sunny from beginning to end.

Then don't have to guess, it must have been said by the ears of millet grains. It's true.

It's just this kind of thing, what outsiders can do besides knowing but pretending not to know.

Chen Ping'an looked at a hill near Qingping Peak, as if it had been taken by the right side of Sui, similar to the hilltop of Fuyaoping, she named Shuahuatai.

The mountain wind blows through the forest, rustling like a human being.

If you don’t consider the time spent on berthing, a wind-kite ferry, a round trip across continents, will take almost a month each time, but during the period, it will pass 17 mountain ferry crossings and loading and unloading goods will definitely be delayed, so there will be almost two One trip a month, three trips a year, is a full half a year. The intercontinental ferry that used to do business with Jianqi Great Wall back then went back and forth to Upside Down Mountain twice a year.

Before Lao Guanzhu left Luopo Mountain, he only made one request and asked Cui Dongshan and Zhu Lian to tell Chen Ping An. The survival of Tongyezhou Jinding Temple doesn't matter, but Shao Yuanran must be kept.

The implication is that no matter how the Luopo Mountain fights with Jindingguan, it doesn't matter how many people die in the latter, it doesn't matter if the Patriarch's Hall is demolished, but Shao Yuanran can't move this person, and the true tradition of Jindingguan can't break the incense. The Taoist school of Jinding Temple is extremely obscure, and it can be traced back to the Louguan school of "grass-building, star-watching and qi".

Chen Pingan’s previous plan with Cui Dongshan was to choose the site for the next clan, occupying the position of "Tianquan" as the link between the fighting body and the fighting handle, not only to protect the Taiping Mountain, but also to completely disrupt the Golden Summit view. Second hidden layout.

When Cui Dongshan chooses to start a school here, Du Hanling of Jindingguan will be more or less relieved.

But even if the two sides become half neighbors in the future, they just don't know if Du Hanling came to congratulate himself, or send the chief Taoist temple to worship the reed eagle to test the depth.

Mi Yu found Chen Ping'an and whispered softly: "His Lord Hidden Officer, I have an immature suggestion."

Chen Ping'an said in a bad mood: "Immature? Then tell me when you are done."

Mi Yu was crippled.

First there is Caique Mansion and then Zhuchai Island. Chen Ping'an hasn't settled these two accounts with Mi Dajian.

Bad my demeanor of the mountain.

Mi Yu bit his scalp and said: "I want Xiao Mo to serve as the chief consecration of the next sect. I will continue to retain the status of the second seat of Luopo Mountain, stay here to practice, as long as it is where I should contribute, I will never be lazy."

Chen Ping'an shook his head and said: "This matter will not work for the time being. I have an agreement with Xiao Mo. He will serve as a dead man by my side for a limited number of years. Today's worship status is a blinding method. When the agreed deadline expires, Xiao Mo will There is a real fixed number if you go or stay."

Miyu said: "With Xiaomo's temperament and his affinity with Luoposhan,"

Chen Ping'an still shook his head and said, "It's such a thing, but it's not a reason."

Mi Yu was convinced, "It's no wonder that when I arrive at Chunbanzhai, I can only be the door **** at the accountant."

"Mi Yu has always been the midfielder of Jianqi Great Wall."

Chen Ping'an added another sentence, "It's still the handle of our summer palace."

If Pei Qian had a headache when meeting Guo Zhujiu, then Mi Da Jianxian had a headache even more when he thought of the clever young sword repairers in the Summer Palace. Speaking is really detrimental. What kind of swordsmanship is both extremely affectionate, and he has made a remarkable contribution to the sword fairy, what Yupu and Huacong are the two leaders...

Chen Ping'an suddenly said, "Did Chief Zhou invite you to the Flower God Mountain in the Cloud Cave Blessed Land? Have you heard of the rouge picture?"

Mi Yu categorically said: "I have never invited, I have never heard of it!"

Chen Ping’an laughed and said, “That’s not what Xiaomi Li said. Not only did she say that you are good at fighting poems, you have a big literary bowl, but you are also full of confidence. She threatened to be the chief of Zhou’s Hua Shenshan rouge list. Power."

Mi Yu looked helpless and began to play stupid.

Mi Dajianxian walked on his front foot, and Chen Lingjun moved on his back heel.

Chen Lingjun said tentatively: "Master, discuss something."

Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "Because of his amazing talents and hard work, I am going to break the boundary again? Are you planning to go to the river again?"

Chen Lingjun choked for a while.

Chen Lingjun was a little selfish, of course, following the wind and kite ferry to Tongyezhou this time, but it was more difficult to tell.

Chen Pingan said bluntly: "Don't even think about the protection of the mountain of the next sect. I have already discussed with Dongshan, and I intend to let Hong Xia serve as the right protector of the mountain of the next ancestor."

Chen Lingjun scratched his head and said he knew.

A little bit lost, but nothing, a little sad, a drink.

For the next sect's protector, in addition to the successful Yuanying Realm Hongxia, there is also Pei Xiang, the lord of the fox country, but the latter is yet to be determined.

Chen Ping’an reached out and held the Tsing Yi boy’s head, shook it lightly, and smiled: “Whenever you enter the Yupu realm, you will be the left guardian of the Luopo Mountain, not the same as the guardian of the mountain? Guaner also bigger."

Chen Lingjun shook his head, a little dizzy.

Chen Ping’an said frankly and honestly: “This matter is highly recommended by Xiaomi, Pei Qian seconded his approval, and Nuanshu did not object. Since you are so convinced, I agree to it.”

Who doesn't know that the Zhulou line of Luopo Mountain is the most favored on the side of the mountain owner, and the words are the most effective?

Chen Lingjun was stunned. No wonder that stupid girl in Nuan Shu took the initiative to find herself inexplicably not long ago, and said a few silly things to let him practice well, and don't let down the high hopes of his master.

Chen Lingjun nodded vigorously, "Master, you put a thousand and a hundred hearts, I must break the boundary sooner."

Chen Ping'an reminded: "The urgent thing is to do it without delay, and the urgent thing is to make you safe and correct."

Chen Lingjun grinned, "Let the jade slip on the bamboo slip when you turn around, and put it on the desk of Luoposhan as that motto."

Dressed in a green shirt with two-handed sleeves, a gentle look, a boy in Tsing Yi with arms around his chest, eyebrows flying.

This home is under the clan.

Cui Dongshan, fairyland.

Cultivation of autumn, the peak martial artist of the remote travel realm.

Cui Wei, Yuanying Realm Sword Repair. His direct disciple, Jian Xiuyu slanted back.

Cao Qingqing, a trainer in the Longmen Realm, is about to become a golden alchemist.

The chief enshrines Mi Yu, the bottleneck sword repair of Yupu realm. This bottleneck is still far from the bottom, and the breakthrough is still in the foreseeable future. It's difficult to get into Yupu, so Mi Yu would make a joke on the Great Wall of Jianqi. Now it is even more difficult to break the bottleneck of Yupu.

Xia Zongzu Shitang genealogy monk, Sui right, Yuanying realm sword repair, she will join hands with her eldest disciple Cheng Chaolu, occupy a mountain top to practice, she personally named it Shuahuatai.

Yu Xiehui and Cheng Chaolu, the two sword fairy embryos from the Great Wall of Jianqi, are both big disciples of the mountain.

Shao Poxian, a survivor of the old Zhuying dynasty, was born in the Dugu clan of Zhuying, and was an incognito Prince, a sword repairer in the Yuanying realm. The reason why the king of Zhongyue Mountain, Jinqing, respected Luoposhan in such an extraordinary manner was that he made concessions with Cui Dongshan and then with Chen Ping'an in the matter of his own landscape transaction, which was almost equivalent to giving money to Luoposhan.

The maid, Meng Long, watched the sea. He was the son of Montessori, the first-class tycoon of the old Zhuying Dynasty

Shiqiu, the territory of Dongfu.

The two immortals and ghosts living in the "fulu skin" are a pair of mountain Taoists who live and die together. They were on the ferry before, dedicated to their duties and taciturn.

There are also the three troubled monks from Yuzhigang Shuyi Tower. They are temporarily regarded as the guest of the next sect. It is difficult for Yuzhigang to restore the incense tradition. Today, the Immortal Family of Tongyezhou has the same view on the catastrophe of Yuzhigang's destruction of the sect. It is almost a eight-character conclusion: open the door and steal, and you will take the blame.

Therefore, none of the three old Shuyilou disciples showed up at this gathering today.

Chen Ping'an didn't ask why, anyway, the next affairs, no matter how big or small, were handed over to Cui Dongshan.

In addition, there is a wind and kite ferry that connects the upper and lower sects.

There is a big steward, the ruler and long life, the second steward, Jia Sheng, Mr. Zhang Jiazhen, the accountant, and the small abacus Nalan Yubiao.

Fengyuan ferry boat then continued all the way south, passing Taoyedu and Yuguizong of the Daquan dynasty, until the Qushandu at the southernmost tip of Tongyezhou.

Chen Pingan did not take a ferry to travel far away, but took Xiaomo, Pei Qian and Cao Qingqing to travel south with the wind. Of course, it was not a tour of the mountains and water, otherwise Chen Pingan would not leave Guo Zhujiu, and Zhao Shuxia and Zhao Luan.

Chen Ping'an has selfishness and care for this direct disciple, but he must not be partial in his actions.

It’s just because Cao Qingqing is the definitive choice for the next master of the sect. His next sect is a dragon from Tongyezhou that travels southward from Tongyezhou. He needs to get a familiar face with some Tongyezhou snakes early, and he was the chief of Zhou before. Huang Yiyun, who has promised Yuncaotang in Pushan, will bring his disciple Pei Qian to visit the house with his disciple Pei Qian in the future.

In addition to the immortal formula for praying for rain, there is also the Yunshui body learned from the Jiuzhen Immortal Hall. Before leaving the next sect, Chen Ping'an had already taught Cao Qingqing and Zhao Luan, and of course, Chai Wu, who likes the least every day The little girl who drank half a catty of shochu still let Xiao Mo teach it on her behalf, and Chen Ping'an really couldn't teach her.

Before leaving, Guo Zhujiu smiled and asked the elder sister, he didn't want to travel far with him.

Pei Qian said of course he would.

When Guo Zhujiu waved his hand, the master sister assumed me to swim far together. I was lying at home, and I could not leave the house, so I went to the rivers and lakes in vain and made a lot of money.

What else can Pei Qian do, can only be speechless.

In the case of hanging a statue in the next ancestor’s hall, Cui Dongshan said his thoughts on the previous hike, and planned to ask a friend on the mountain in the Middle-earth Shenzhou to help draw a portrait for his husband.

He is a pill sage with the same fame as Wu Daoxuan, nicknamed Gu Xiaqiu. And these two are respected by the Haoran world as painting saints, each has its own merits, a fine brushwork for realism, a marvelous awe-inspiring brushstroke, and a wonderful brushwork that gives birth to flowers and expresses the spirit. The former and Bai Ye were born in the same dynasty and were of a similar age. Before he entered the mountain to practice the Taoism, Mr. Wu had long been hailed as "but the age of a weak crown has exhausted the magic of the Danqing", the emperor even specially ordered it, and it must be imperative. The reason for painting turned out to be "worry to disperse the air and disturb the spirits and ghosts of a country". The latter's high level of painting skills, especially the finishing touch, was described by Baidicheng Zheng Juzhong as "unlike since the beginning of life".

Both of them are good at immortal Buddhas, gods and ghosts, so it would be a great honor to invite a certain Danqing sage to paint murals in the temples and Taoist temples of the Middle-earth Shenzhou.

The portrait of Wensheng that hung all over the Temple of Heaven in the early years was made by Mr. Wu.

The old scholar was very satisfied back then, but now he is not so satisfied, because the Biyou Palace in Tongyezhou and the Chunshan Academy in Aquarius, during the two trips, they were not immediately recognized. It can be seen that the picture The portrait, like the real person, like the image, but after all, it lacks a little bit of energy that can only be imagined.

That’s why the old scholar returned to Central Earth Shenzhou this time, specifically to find the painting saint, and patted the old gentleman’s shoulder. The old scholar sighed and looked resentful, "Since I’m a friend, I won’t say much, after all, it was me back then. If you ask for a portrait, you can’t blame anyone, so hurry up, come to a pot of wine, a little bit grudge, our brothers used it to soak in wine, and we just laughed it off."

The old man was so angry that he immediately tilted his head, raised his hand and patted his cheek, "Where is this stuff? Where did you go? Was it taken away by someone?"

In fact, Cui Dongshan has already sent two portraits of his husband to that old man.

One is when my husband was on Osmanthus Island when he was young, and the other was when a young hermit was attending Confucian Temple discussions.

If Gu Lao'er dares to scribble, dare not to paint well, not like, not like a god, then don't Cui Dongshan not talk about old friendship.

Cui Dongshan has another requirement, that is, his husband must be in the posture of Qingshan carrying a sword.

The sky is clear and the sky is clear, among the lofty mountains, the mountain wind is surging, the white water is rushing, among the turbulent clouds, above the rolling rivers, headed by a green shirt, swimming in the wind, two big sleeves, hunting .

Overlooking the earth, mountains and rivers.

Occasionally, a group of people stopped and took a leisurely walk.

A young official who raised the department of Hedao, with an old official uniform and frostbite on his hands, was cursed by an old man with the appearance of a river worker who pointed to the nose and yelled at him.

At a banquet of singing and banquet, the melody is flowing, the literati and elegant poets sing together, and there are women who immediately compose the song and sing endlessly.

There was a senior official who was subordinate to the Ministry of Industry and Material Evaluation, with a copy of the official document, hurried over, and after turning over and dismounting, he hurried to see the chief official. The concierge refused to let him go, and the officials begged to be useless, and they received a sentence of "get away." The servants of the dust had to squat on the side of the road, eagerly looking towards the gate, waiting for the chief to return to the capital after drinking. The chief official who has been born in hairpins for generations, don't get drunk and unconscious today.

A place with beautiful scenery, the water is a green ribbon, the mountains are like jade hairpins, the dusk is deep and deep trees, and the slanting sun pulses down the tall buildings.

The immortal masters in the mountains are very busy, rebuilding the Patriarch Hall, and also hired a real Taoist man who is proficient in Danqing. He painted five colorful dragons on the pillars of the new Patriarch Hall. The magnificent weather of "fog."

Hundreds of miles in the area, we are cutting mountains and quarrying rocks. We are also spending money on shopping with people from the mountains in the surrounding counties and counties. We have dismantled many old official government sites and old wooden beams of abandoned houses. Flowers, plants, antiques and rare cars gathered from all directions to the top of this mountain.

Taking advantage of the dispersal of the people from the Patriarch Hall, they took the lead in a green shirt and sneaked into it sneakily.

Pei Qian once passed by here and talked a few words with an old fairy who was buying wine and drinking in the city outside the mountain.

This hilltop fairy family never left his hometown to go to the colorful world, so many genealogical monks died.

Chen Ping'an used water law and talisman to add the finishing touch to a black dragon on Liangshang. He wanted to change, just like a real person.

Put **** together again, hold down Molong's forehead, and lightly tap it to give a part of the essence of water transport, and then return it to the beams and pillars.

In the night.

On the top of the undulating mountains, there is a babu bed flying across the sky, as big as a pavilion, full of craftsmanship, densely carved, and unusually gorgeous.

For example, there are two groups of subordinate officials from the officialdom of the Shanxia officialdom. There are two groups of subordinate officials from the background of ghosts and ghosts, and there are envoys from the Qingdao to clear the way to warn the idlers to retreat and silence on both sides. After that, there are still two rows of peacocks erected high for "drivers." Ling barrier fans and big umbrellas, flags.

In front of the "Road", a few figures stopped abruptly, drawn a slight arc, and landed on the top of a mountain beyond the route.

A woman rolled up a book and raised the curtain with the book. She frowned slightly and looked down at the hill not far away.

The trainer from the outside world looked at the face, and he was not like an ordinary cultivator.

After hesitating, she still didn't plan to sprout branches, put down the curtain, and told Hu Cong that it was right to continue on the road.

Xiao Mo saw the book in the hands of the goddess of the mountain gods, and smiled: "It is the twenty-four flower letter wind seal, from a certain grand guest of the Hundred Flowers Land, according to a Shanshui Mansion newspaper in Changchun Palace, The Immortal Yinpu of the sword with the son is on the list, but the ranking is far lower than that of the son."

Chen Ping'an was confused, "What list?"

Xiao Mo explained: “It’s a freshly published appraisal from a fairy mansion in Ai Aizhou. The best printed scores in the last thousand years have been selected. The master’s Jianxian scores are ranked third, and it seems that there are also ten printed scores. It’s published, and it sells very well up and down the mountain."

Pei Qian whispered: "It's really not authentic to do things. In the future, if Master travels to Aiaizhou, he will have to come to the door and ask for an account."

Chen Ping'an laughed off.

Now that he stopped here, Chen Ping'an simply pulled the three Xiao Mo to start a fire and cook together.

Cao Sunny asked: "Mr. Have you thought about the name of the next sect?"

Chen Ping'an nodded and said, "Yes, Dongshan came up with it. It's great."

Among the group, only Cao Sunny did not drink.

Even if Chen Pingan moved out of her husband's shelf, it still didn't work.

Very good, worthy of being his proud student, and his own opinion.

Looking at Pei Qian again, the amount of alcohol is good, and also very good. Several times, the rivers and lakes have not been in vain.

Because Cao Qingqing didn’t drink, Chen Ping’an naturally remembered Liu Wudi, the wine table of Taihui Jianzong. He had to fly his sword and spread the letter immediately. He had to remind Liu Jinglong to be at the Dali Capital on the way to the next festival. Stopped and helped Han Zhoujin, the array master of the Earthly Branch, to help point out the array. As for Han Zhoujin's side, fortunately, he had already said hello. I believe that when Liu Jinglong arrives at the Xianjia Inn, he will definitely be able to leave without drunk or return.

Liu Jinglong, it seems that my friend is inferior to yours.

With the moon hanging on the horizon and the mountain breeze, Chen Ping’an was holding a wine bowl, looking up at the bright moon, bowed his head and looked up again, and drank a bowl of wine. He has already thought about how to provide water for the stream in the mountains in his own fairy capital. Known as "the reunion moon in the sky, the second spring on earth", as for the first and third springs, I don't know who you love, just fight for it.

Pei Qian asked, "Master, what's the name of the next sect?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Let me sell it, and I will tell you later."

The name of the next sect, Cui Dongshan, before leaving Fuyao Ping, said in his heart that he suggested that he should be named Qingping Jianzong.

However, Cui Dongshan didn't forget to add a sentence, the husband's name must be better, just as a student.

Chen Pingan thought it was very good, it was already the best, and he did not hesitate to abandon his spare names.

The swordsman is drunk in the country, the Taoist heart is big and the world is small, the universe is narrow and the wine cup is wide, ancient and modern short-tempered and long-tempered. Only I smiled and caressed Qingping, with a three-foot sword in his hand, and never lost his life.