The ferry trip was very rewarding, because Pei Qian discovered from a bundle of cheaply sold books that there were a number of secret files of the palace examination papers, a veritable original copy of Weimo, which summarized the palace examinations of nearly one hundred imperial champions in a country. The article, each of the number one scholar examination paper, has brightly colored cinnabar red letters. It is the "first place and first place" in the imperial censorship of the emperors of the past dynasties. In addition to the main text of the policy argument, there are also the title and name of the official reading the paper at the end. It's pale, with a lot of passage, but with a strong character, it's a real mistake.

Chen Ping'an read through several of the oldest and most recent palace examination papers, and memorized a series of official titles.

At that time, a thin old man wearing a Confucian shirt was stunned by Chen Ping's luck. After hesitating for a long time, he asked Chen Ping'an if he could resell the test papers to him.

Chen Pingan shook his head and smiled: "Old sir, forgive me for your fate."

The old man smiled freely: "A gentleman does not take advantage of others. I am abrupt."

Besides, I didn't have a lot of money in my pocket. I came to this mountain ferry just to relax, so I don't have the confidence to negotiate business with these mountain immortal masters. The three fairy coins, one each for Snow, Xiaoshu, and Gu Yu, were all rewarded by the new emperor and were intended to be family heirlooms.

Xiao Mo said heartily: "My son, this old gentleman just now seems to be more concerned about the recent exam papers. When I see the names of the people above, my mood fluctuates greatly."

Chen Ping'an said: "The old gentleman is very official and on the battlefield. Maybe he is on the palace examination paper and saw the names of himself and his colleagues."

Chen Ping'an fell in love with the sight of a pair of Aolong Button seals with no side seals on either side.

Contentment. Insufficient knowledge.

Jinshiqi is not heavy, and there is no signature by a famous artist, so the price is definitely cheap, but it is not only sold, as a bonus, the customer has to buy an extra piece of valuable goods.

It happened that Chen Ping'an also hit a purple sandstone scoop pot with the inscription "Hometown of the Blue Bird in the Clouds, World of the Undersea Flood Dragon". I plan to buy it and give it away.

The shop is priced at 30 snowflakes. Today, Tongyezhou's mountain utensils are slightly touched with spiritual energy, and if you add a little bit of "stories" to the fairy house, the price will be terribly high, and the price will be raised and scrambled endlessly.

In fact, it is expensive, but when you think of being at your own ferry, okay, just treat it as an exception?

As soon as Chen Ping'an reached out to hold the purple clay pot, he was knocked on his shoulder and snatched the stone scoop pot. He turned his head and shouted with the shopkeeper in a loud voice, "Tell me a price!"

He didn't care about anything, as the man paid for the purple clay pot, Chen Ping'an moved around and picked up a three-color jade bracelet that symbolized happiness, longevity, and longevity. The shop priced ten snowflakes.

I never thought that a friend next to the sturdy man stretched out his hand again. Chen Ping'an gently raised his elbow, raised the other's wrist, and said with a smile: "How can you buy things like this."

In fact, Chen Ping’an has found a clue. Among the group of people, there is a half-hanging Mr. Qingwu, with his sleeves in his hands, secretly turning with the pointer of a poorly crafted treasure plate, roughly judging the direction of the current wealth, and because of his own despair. The mountain has a long life, and Chen Ping’an was stained with fortune. Naturally, Mr. Qingwu was misunderstood and wanted to go wrong. In addition to the previous secret files of the palace examination papers, the other party would think of Chen Ping’s choice. Buy whatever you want, and you won’t lose money.

In fact, it is quite common to do antiques at the foot of the mountain.

Chen Ping'an would definitely not let this bracelet in his hand, because he had already figured out who to give it to.

The halfway Mr. Qingwu, who held the treasure plate in his hand, smiled and said: "This little brother, I advise you to cut your love. Even if you are a **** on the mountain, you should be careful when you are out, the mountains are high and the water is deep and the wind is strong."

Next to the Immortal of the Cave Mansion Realm, there was a pure martial artist with a strong figure, a saber, and a long-standing official badge.

If you suppress the four realms, you will be a great master of the mountain realm.

Pei Qian gathered the sound together and explained to the master: "These people are all worshipped by the Great Xia Dynasty in the south, but now the dynasty is falling apart. There are three who are proclaimed emperor and two generals, one prince and two generals. An orthodox identity, a tripartite team, I started to send people out to search for money a few years ago. The methods are the same. They are all the same, but they are not much better. However, these sacrifice cards are old objects in the palace, so I can’t distinguish them. Whose subordinate..."

Pei Qian made a sudden move, and someone dared to reach out to hold her waist, Pei Qian hit the door of the opposite side with an elbow, and the latter flew directly out of the shop.

Mr. Qingwu shouted angrily: "Be careful, it's the Yaozu!"

The shopkeeper turned pale with fright. It was indeed Tongyezhou, which was riddled with holes. A few years ago, the monsters in the wild world had been miserable. He shouted outside the door: "Hurry up and spread the word on Lingbi Mountain!"

In the past years in the Qingming Festival, there were still paper ash flying as white butterflies in front of the grave.

After receiving the whispers from the heart of Mr. Qingwu, the burly man who had snatched the stone dipper with a deep sigh, his clothes broke on the spot, his upper body was bare with two tattoos, he was a dragon on his shoulders and a tiger on his back.

The old gentleman who was still in the shop said in a deep voice, "This kind of joke is not a joke."

Pei Qian turned his head to look at the master, Chen Ping'an nodded, and just shot at will.

So the group of worship masters from the old Daxia dynasty went together to lie outside and enjoy the blessing.

Chen Pingan put away the jade bracelet into his sleeves, picked up the pair of seals, and finally put ten snowflakes on the counter, turned around and clasped his fist to the old gentleman: "Thank you."

The old man smiled and said, "It's a matter of effort."

After that, the old gentleman said with deep meaning, "Later, the immortal master Lingbishan came here, I can help explain one or two as much as possible, but whether it can explain clearly in the end, it still depends on the immortal masters of Lingbishan."

There is something in the old man’s words, but the implication is that it is your mountain-top pedigree. If the reputation is big enough, it may be transformed into a major event, otherwise it will be very troublesome, and it is extremely tricky. It is regarded as a monster monk by a royal consecrated air trainer Not to mention that Lingbi Mountain can't afford it. Once the shop has not reached an agreement today, the two sides will start, maybe they will alarm the Dafu Academy and send a gentleman or sage to come over to check their identity. Of course, if it turns out that Lingbishan deliberately lied, the culpability is not small.

A young servant next to the old man, hesitated to speak, was worried that his master would cause unnecessary trouble.

After Lingbi Shanzu Shitang got the news, how dare to take it lightly, the old mountain master rushed to Yeyundu with a golden pill and two dragons inside, and he hurriedly rushed to Yeyundu, standing at the door of the shop as if he was approaching an enemy.

After the old man reported his identity, Xiao Mo smiled in his heart: "The young man knows everything like a god."

This is because this old master who has been rebuilt in a country is indeed one of the people on the palace examination papers, and his official title is a bit long. He is also a scholar of Wenhua Temple, a scholar of the Prince's Prefectural Ministry of Rites.

He was from the cleanest civil official background. The peaches and plums were full of courts, but the old man did not follow the emperor and fled to the new world. Instead, he stayed in his hometown and homeland for many years. In the past few years, he blocked the old Daxia dynasty and others. The border invasion of neighboring countries. Now, returning home from home, just passing by here, with nothing to do with a light body, intending to enjoy the scenery of the mountains, the only drawback is the shyness in the pocket.

On Lingbi Mountain, he obviously knew the identity of the old man, but he still didn’t dare to take it lightly. If a group of monster monks were missed, Lingbi Mountain could directly use the temper of the new mountain master of Dafu Academy. The mountain has been closed for a hundred years.

Chen Pingan said straightforwardly: "We are from Xiandu Mountain."

The golden core ancestor of Lingbi Mountain asked cautiously: "Is that the fellow of Master Cui?"

That lavish white boy, now behind the scenes of Ye Yundu, visited Lingbi Mountain before and claimed to be from Qingping Peak of Xiandu Mountain and his surname was Cui.

Chen Pingan smiled and nodded.

The flood of water almost rushed into the Dragon King Temple, which was a bit embarrassing. The three ancestors of Lingbi Mountain didn't know how to speak for a while.

There was no polite greetings with the three immortal genealogists, but Lingbishan worried that there would be hidden dangers in today's farce, and they could fly swords to Dafu Academy.

Chen Ping'an took out the large pile of hall examination papers and handed them to the old man. He smiled and said, "The old gentleman is right, gentlemen don't take people's favors."

The old man was extremely refreshed. After taking the hall test paper, he laughed and said, "Dare to ask the immortal master, what is the price?"

Chen Pingan waved his hand and said, "It's hard for a daughter to buy a few fair words."

The old man smiled and nodded, "Then you won't be polite to the fairy master."

After leaving the shop and walking by the ferry port, Chen Ping'an glanced at Cao Sunny and asked with a smile, "What do you want to say?"

Cao Sunny replied: "The student just figured it out."

On the side of Jishan Fujun, the husband will still have some temptations. That is because the husband regards it as his own business. Replaced by the immortal master of Lingbi Mountain, the husband has intentionally or unintentionally picked out his identity early, otherwise the other party may be a good person. It may also show an ugly face, or it may be false and conscientious, but be cautious, or it may be that it is better to kill by mistake and not to misplace it, and just start it. In short, there are all possible possibilities. However, the husband did not act like this. Obviously, according to the agreement, he really handed over all the affairs of the next sect to the younger brother.

The rebel next to the old man said: "Master, the other party has a big background, and he can let Lingbishan go without saying a word."

The old man smiled, only to say "Hanlin flavor".

For many years, he has been the official book of the Ministry of Etiquette, and has presided over the imperial examinations many times. The government and the public have said that he is a peach and plum without saying anything. In the officialdom, he is said to be peach and plum everywhere.

Now it is.

The old man is still there, but those peaches and plums, so many young people, energetic, energetic, and literary, are now really unable to speak.

In a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, passing by a temple at the foot of the mountain outside the county town, a group of people entered the temple to burn incense.

When you enter the temple, don't ask for a plaque, and hang the plaque in the main hall, so you can feel at ease.

Both pilgrims enter the temple and monks go out.

Generally speaking, if the temple is closed, you don’t have to go alone, you can go out to study as long as you are waiting for the summer. Whenever a wandering monk goes to a temple and goes to the main hall to worship the Buddha, you only need to look at the statue of the Vedic Bodhisattva. This temple can be a jungle in ten directions, or a jungle for children and grandchildren that only provide one night and two meals. In this Zen temple, the Vedic Bodhisattva stands on his left hand with a single palm, and his right hand holds the magic pestle on his chest. This means that it is a Buddhist jungle of half ten squares and half descendants. Walking monks can hang orders here for three days, but it is not suitable. An Dan lives permanently.

These established Buddhist rules do not require the monks from the temple to remind the foreign monks.

After passing the Palace of Heavenly Kings, Chen Pingan and Cao Qingqing were outside the Daxiong Hall, each twisting three sticks of incense, and then putting them into the incense burner.

It's just that the student holds the incense in his left hand, but the husband holds the right hand.

Only after Pei Qian worshipped the incense outside the hall, he went to the hall and bowed his head.

Xiao Mo didn't respect the incense, but looked at the Buddha statue enshrined in the main hall.

If the world can't see the Buddha, then build a statue to see it.

But this "young man" with a yellow hat, green shirt and green bamboo staff had seen the true Buddha.

After that, the group of people passed the Daxiong Hall and climbed up the steps on the left. During this time, they passed the Medicine Master Hall, and finally returned to the mountain gate from the right side of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Suddenly a rain began, and Chen Ping'an stood in the corridor until the rain stopped. The rain was shocking, but it seemed that it would not last long.

For some reason, in the heavy rain, a woman with a child knelt outside the mountain gate.

In the main hall of the temple, there is a middle-aged monk kneeling on the futon, bowing his head together, tears streaming down his face.

Cao Sunny wanted to take out an oil-paper umbrella from the "Little Cave Sky" presented by Xiaomo, and gift it to the woman and child so that he could hold the umbrella in the rain.

Chen Pingan shook his head.

After the woman got up, Chen Ping'an talked to Pei Qian, and Pei Qian walked under the umbrella, holding the umbrella in one hand.

The woman hurriedly wiped the corners of her eyes, smiling gently, pulling the child, and thanking the kind-hearted woman together.

After the winter of this year, Tongyezhou's mountains and rivers were sloppy, and the devastated central boundary, before the light snow season, there was a heavy snowfall in various places.

It is freezing cold, and there are many more ice factories under the mountain. A cellar has been opened to store ice, so that it will be taken out in the summer of next year.

In the territory of the old Daxia Dynasty, two cavalry forces fought together and fought in the same room.

Behind the army, a young man wearing luxurious armor is persuading an old sea-viewing fairy to take a quick shot to turn the tide of the battle. In general terms, it is to deal with these warriors on the battlefield. The power is like a broken bamboo, with one enemy ten thousand, as long as you make a remarkable contribution, return to the capital, and be the master of a country, there will be no objection to the court...

The old immortal master stubbornly didn’t say anything, but in the end he really couldn’t get rid of it, so he soared through the clouds, and sacrificed two destiny creatures, both offensive and defensive, and the brilliance flowed. The pen is not small, and the technique has landed. The old monk thinks that his aura is still abundant, so he has to press the magical powers at the bottom of the box with one hand and then withdraw from the battlefield. Unexpectedly, he suffered the intensive shooting of the secret bed crossbow on the mountain in the enemy army, breaking The old monk was about to retreat ahead of time for that defensive mountain and water restriction. He was shot and killed on the spot by a pure martial artist who was hiding in the formation. He held a huge bow and shot it with one-handed arrows on the spot. The dozens of runes were engraved with moiré inscriptions. The arrow actually drew an arc in the air and walked away like a shadow. The old monk who couldn't avoid it, the whole chest was penetrated by the arrow of the thickness of the coin.

A hill outside the battlefield.

After seeing that scene, Pei Qian said: "It's not difficult for a cultivator to join the battlefield and take credit. But if you want to win the battlefield with your own strength, you can't do it again in the army to slaughter the soldiers at the foot of the mountain."

Cao Sunny nodded.

Chen Ping'an was expressionless.

Xiao Mo was absent-minded.

When it fell snow, beside an ancient bridge, a few trees and old plums were not white, and the plum snow was clear.

At one end of the long bridge, like an old master in academy, he brought a group of scholars to study abroad and stopped here to enjoy the scenery.

In fact, he is an old monk in the Dongfu realm who is a group of disciples, talking about the illusory family affairs of the immortal, talking about the wealth of the Buddhist priest who practiced, and talking about the fairy who can be thousands of years old and childish, walking. Slightly ill, lifted and soared, immortal, in and out of the cave, heaven and blessed land, across five lakes and four seas, towns five mountains and ten thousand mountains.

With these words, those disciples who had just gone up the mountain for a few years, all looked bright and fascinated.

The old monk stretched out his hand and gently pushed the snow on the bridge fence, and said with a smile: "There are many dao lines on the mountain, but since ancient times, there are hundreds of thousands of skills that disciples can ask for and learn. The only way is the sword immortal. In the past, only the master accepted disciples. The teacher can make it, and the sword immortal accepts disciples. The threshold is always higher than the sky. I would rather lose it than pass it lightly..."

A young man nodded and said, "No wonder there are so few sword immortals in the world."

The **** the side stared, "Don't interrupt my master."

The old monk pushed the snow with the back of his hand and landed on the ice on the bottom of the bridge, "According to ancient times, a true sword fairy, with superior swordsmanship, is good for the world, so he has never bothered to rely on the weapon of the gods, as long as he makes a sword. Maru, there is the magic of Shenlong change, with the pure and quiet Taoist heart as the box, the empty white room is like the sun and the moon, and it can take the first level from thousands of miles..."

A group of disciples were fascinated by it. Well, except for the teenager who likes to tear down the platform, he couldn't help but speak again: "Uncle, last time we met your old friend on the mountain, and begged for a long time, but the other party was not willing. Reported that Shanshui Mansion to you. Didn’t he say that there is a place under the sky, called the Great Wall of Jianqi? The Dibao said that there is not a big place there, but everyone is a sword fairy, so what are the old sword immortals? The new sword immortal was taken as an apprentice?"

The old monk smiled as usual, slandering in his heart. Why did the brother accept such a disciple? Is this kid busy building a house at home? He likes to tear down the platform so much.

In fact, the old man himself had just learned from his friend’s Fengshan Shui Mansion report that there was a place called the Great Wall of Jianqi.

In the distance on the opposite bank, a group of people walked towards the bridge, creaking under their feet.

The old monk turned his head and looked at him. In the wind and snow, he walked in front of him in a blue shirt, holding a snowball in his hands, and three people followed him, seeing that they were not too old.

The young man asked in a voice: "Uncle, you can quickly cast spells, open your eyes, and so on, help me see if there is a sword fairy who is looking for an apprentice in the crowd."

The old cultivator smiled and said, "Ask yourself!"

An ancient bridge, two groups of people passed by.

The old monk took the initiative to smile and nodded in greeting, the man in blue shirt with double knives on his waist smiled and nodded in return.

After the group of people moved away, the young man said: "Uncle, I guess there are no sword immortals, and those who walk with sound will not step on the snow at all."

The old monk didn't bother to pay attention to the young man, and continued to talk about the strange and strange things on the mountain, the fairy tales and miracles, in fact, it was also a landscape story told by the old man.

The Mirage City of the Daquan Dynasty, after it snows, is like a glazed fairyland, beautiful, and it is indistinguishable from the heavens and the earth.

A group of tourists from other towns and villages handed traffic Guanwen at the gate of the capital.

Cao Mo, Zheng Qian.

As for Cao Qingqing and Xiaomo, they both used the household registration status of the Dali Dynasty.

When the next sect is completed, Cao Qingqing will have an extra gold and jade genealogy identity for monk Tongyezhou.

After walking out of the city gate, Xiao Mo said: "My son, it's not common for women to claim the emperor in the world, right?"

There are quite a few women listening to politics with their curtains down.

Emperor Daquan Yao Jinzhi.

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "It's rare."

Thinking of something, Chen Ping’an said to Cao Sunny: “The chief worshipper of the Daquan dynasty is Liu Zong, the sharpener of the blessed land in your hometown. The last time I met Liu Zong here with Pei Qian, it was still the bottleneck of the golden body, but This is because the old masters deliberately did it, making it much more difficult for Liu Zong to break through the boundary than ordinary martial arts."

Pei Qian pursed his lips.

Cao Qingqing glanced at her.

Because before I watched the mountain gate with Xiao Mi Li, I heard that Xiao Mi Li said that in the past, Pei Qian accompanied the good man mountain lord through the Daquan Dynasty, and there was a basket of stories.

Pei Qian squinted immediately, and wanted to sue again?

The group of people first found the home of Xianjia Inn in Mirage City, named Wangxinghuaguan, the location is very good, quiet in the middle of noisy.

Birds have bird paths, snakes have snake paths, mountain ferry boats and Xianjia ferry crossings. There are often booklets dedicated to introducing the inns along the way, which are given to guests free of charge. The content is detailed and praises the sky. It is often that both sides have that not shallow incense. Love, I've brought it briefly, and it must be that the relationship between the inn and the ferry and the ferry is not in place.

In fact, the most famous inn in the Daquan Dynasty was the Taoyuan dormitory at Taoyedu.

I heard that it is the first choice for female cultivators from Yizhou. Even if you put in the money, you have to stay there.

Entering the gate of the inn, the first thing that hits your eyes is a high shadow wall, three feet high, with koi lotus flowers, all like living things.

Chen Ping'an stopped and looked up for a moment to admire the inn that didn't even have a name in Dali Capital. With this thought, business would not be so deserted.

After asking for four rooms, Chen Ping'an and the inn asked for a stack of recent Shanshui Mansion newspapers. Xiao Mo stayed at the room and sat around the table.

Still only Cao Qingqing was drinking tea, and the other three were drinking.

Regarding Yu Guizong, they are all things the size of sesame mung beans, occupying a lot of space, and this is the power of Yizhou Xianjia's bull ears.

It used to be a north-south confrontation, in which Tongyezong steadily stabilized Yuguizong, but now it is undoubtedly the dominant one. On the other hand, Tongyezong is equivalent to closing the mountain, on a continent, like a lone boat.

The Huashenshan Rouge List, which Chief Zhou personally managed, has a different statement in almost every Di Bao. Regardless of whether he recognizes the ranking of those fairies, he will scold Jiang Shangzhen again along the way.

In addition, there is the medicine of Qinghu Palace, and Xiao Longqiu's questioning sword.

There are also many imperial courts after the restoration of the mountain, soliciting worship through the mansion newspaper, regardless of monks or martial arts, the official documents issued by the Ministry of Rites of various countries, similar to the heroes of the world.

A lot of gossip about Aquarius, such as the ceremony at the Luopo Mountain at my own home, was just scribbled anyway.

Xiao Mo took a copy of the newspaper and said, "This Tongye Zong seems to be a bit annoying. Anyway, it's a sect, and the end is so miserable?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "You spare no effort to kill with a stick. In fact, it is often good and not so good, and bad is not so bad. Anyway, it is not too hard to see people's burdens, but it is not too big to watch the excitement. However, Our chief of the week said it well,"

Xiao Mo nodded and said, "Although I haven't met Chief Zhou, Xiao Mo has already admired him."

In the Luopo Mountain, the fame of Chief Zhou, up and down, inside and out, is well-known.

Chen Ping An endured it, but couldn't hold it back. He laughed, drank a sip, and said something that made Xiao Mo puzzled, "Our Chief Zhou will definitely be worried after returning home. It's okay. Anyway, he likes spending money the most, so he doesn't want to be lazy if he becomes the chief worshipper."

In fact, Chen Ping'an still wanted to see more news about the Daquan Dynasty from the Dibao. For example, there was a rumor in it, which was plausible and sacred.

Yao Lingzhi lost a knife.

The Ministry of Criminal Justice, the Supreme Court and the Dali Temple, the chief official of the Three Laws Department of the Daquan Court, were so distressed that they would be worried when they met. As for the princes of the Criminal Ministry, the Imperial Court and the Dali Temple Cheng, the so-called small three law departments were all opened. I don't know a few meetings, but the three yamen have already jumped up and down, but they dare not divulge any wind.

This matter, if it is big or not, is a case of theft of a treasured sword of magical treasure. If it is small, it is not small, because this knife is a treasure of the past and has an unusual symbolic meaning.

In the officialdom, the most troublesome thing is this kind of thing, trying to figure out Tianxin. Yao Lingzhi's sword has a lot of roots. It is the treasure of the town that has been hidden in the treasure house of the Daquan Dynasty for more than two hundred years. It is called "Famous Spring". The founding emperor of the Liu family of Daquan started at the end of the Wei Dynasty and belonged to the military commander to usurp the throne to establish the country. There is a suspicion that the founding emperor was not the last emperor of the previous dynasty.

The last time Chen Ping'an was in this Mirage City, he saw the "Famous Spring" with his own eyes. It is considered to be an imperial treasure given to the emperor Yao Lingzhi by today's son. It is indeed a magic knife of excellent appearance. The wooden scabbard, the green shark skin, and the hilt full of treasures are worthy of the term "priceless". Naturally, it defeats ghosts and monsters.

According to the words on the Dibao, it was Yao Xianzhi, Lord Fu Yin, who seemed to have suddenly changed his sex. From a drunkard to conscientious and conscientious, he personally discussed the matter with His Majesty. It was a big deal and the three yamen who were turned into assistants. , They all breathed a sigh of relief. Even if the sky fell, Lord Fu Yin was still holding it. Moreover, Lord Fu Yin had a lot of rules about the matters of worshiping monks and arresting and dispatching, which made the entire area of ​​Gyeonggi inside and outside Mirage City, tight and loose inside, not disturbing the people, and orderly dispatching. This made the capital officialdom remember the same thing by appointment. The reason why this prince from Yipin County, who wears the official hat of a mansion official, was also a child of the Yao family who had joined the army when he was young, was the result of falling on the battlefield because of his severed arm and lameness.

Xiao Mo said: "If the son can draw a picture of'Famous Spring', Xiao Mo can give it a try and help Yao Fu Yin find out the whereabouts of the treasured sword. After finding it, he will return it to the Fu Yin Office. Leave a letter explaining the way and reason."

Pei Qian smiled and said, "It's like a chivalrous man who does things without leaving a name."

Cao Qingqing put down his mansion report and said, "Senior Xizhu, this matter does not rule out the possibility that Emperor Daquan deliberately did it. If such a thing happens when the'liu clan emperor' is reigning, of course it will be better than the sky. It’s big, but now it’s replaced by the Yao family in charge of the country. It’s already considered a treasure of the former dynasty. Losing it may not be a bad thing. Just as it was written in the Dibao, there are rumors circulating in Mirage City. He came, saying that there was a watchman, he saw with his own eyes, a blade of light turned into an evil dragon and fled the capital."

Unlike Pei Qian, she would directly call Xiao Mo or Mr. Xiao Mo, and Cao Sunny still insisted on calling Xiao Mo a senior Xizhu.

Xiao Mo smiled and nodded, raised the wine bowl, and drank it all in one go.

Cao Qingqing raised his bowl and replaced wine with water.

Chen Pingan said: "I will take Xiaomo to Yao Mansion immediately. Pei Qian, Cao Qingqing, you two can stroll around Mirage City at will."

Last time I went to Yao Mansion, Chen Pingan and Cui Dongshan used their own merits to draw the talisman, and posted them inside and outside the house to ensure that General Yao could save his vitality and sleep soundly, and then he could wait for Chen Pingan to ask for a renewal. The elixir of life extension. But Cui Dongshan also told the Yao bluntly about two things at the time. Even if he really asked for the medicine on the mountain, General Yao would have a longevity, and for that medicine, the Yao family had to pay for it, not to mention a god’s money. It is the rule that pilgrims cannot borrow money from outsiders for the incense money used in the temple to burn incense. This is the same principle.

This time, Chen Ping'an also brought two elixirs.

It was from Fu Lu Yuxuan and Longhu Mountain celestial master Zhao Tianlai that my husband asked for two life-renewing medicines that were most suitable for Shanxia vulgars to take.

Old scholars generally don’t pay attention to rich people, but in this matter, there is not much lion talking. It is not this old scholar who has restored his status as a literary saint. He can't ask for more medicine, nor is it Yu Lao'er and Tianshi. The mansion does not have more treasury, but the monks in the mountains, pursuing longevity for a long time, it is a matter of disobedience. It is a matter of rebellion to continue life with pill. There are some taboos, but they are not too big. "Oil", but there are many taboos,

For one thing, the energies of human beings are not for the monks to accumulate the aura of heaven and earth, which can be replenished when they are used up, especially for those late old people who are about to die. The spirit of the whole person is like a river rushing into the sea, never returning.

Therefore, many blessed people, the elderly, are actually sensitive to the life and death limit. Especially the eminent monks of Buddhism and the dragon elephant, the Taoist real people, can even accurately know the specific time.

It's like being at the turn of the land and the sea, stopping for a while, this is the so-called Huiguangfanzhao.

In addition, the people on the mountain are the people who live on the mountain, and the life extension is similar to the fact that the person who takes the medicine will damage the ancestral blessing of the person who takes the medicine. Therefore, the real magical effect of these two medicines is to refine the pill of Yin and virtue. Used as medicine, it can add more than one year of life to General Yao, which is equivalent to a very long return to glory. And this is already the limit.

Xiao Mo suddenly said, "My son, if you didn't guess the wrong identity, Lord Fu Yin will come here soon."

Chen Pingan still stood up and said, "After meeting him, go to Yao Mansion."

At the door, I met Yao Xianzhi, who was no longer full of stubbles. Although this Jingshi Fu Yin looked a little tired, his eyes were as bright as a boy of the past.

Walking out of the alleys together, when Chen Ping'an and Yao Xianzhi talked about the pill, Yao Xianzhi, who limped, didn't even say a word of politeness to Mr. Chen.

It's a pity that you can't change your mouth and shout about brother-in-law.

Yao Xianzhi said softly: "Mr. Chen, I have checked it out. There is no monk in the Northern Jin Kingdom who lived in Xiru and went to the monastery as Mr. Chen said last time."

Chen Ping'an nodded, "The monks who truly have the Dharma can only meet by chance."

During the last reunion, Yao Xianzhi solved a lot of knots, and finally made up his mind not to go to the border and return to his old career on horseback. He will continue to be the Lord Yin in the capital, but Chen Ping’an has to reserve a place for the next worship. he.

The young emperor of the Northern Jin Dynasty advocated Buddhism. It is said that once he spent a night in a Zen temple, he was taught by a stranger in his dream, and he obtained a long-lost original of water and land rituals.

At the beginning of the spring of this year, His Majesty the Emperor appeared in a water and land puja, let the ceremonial book read the ceremonial texts, and the imperial edict "Water and land without hindrance" plaque, so within a country, water and land Buddha is very popular.

Yao Xianzhi asked carelessly: "When will the next sect be created? Is there a specific date? I, the person who is to worship, must definitely participate."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "It will be the beginning of spring next year."

Yao Xian looked weird.

Why is it such a day? At the beginning of spring, the emperor led a hundred officials to the outskirts to welcome the Spring Festival, and even his own capital, Yin, was responsible for the spring.

Therefore, His Majesty the Emperor will definitely not be able to participate in that celebration.

The last time Mr. Chen was a guest at Jinhuang Mansion, His Majesty the Emperor was stationed in Songzhen Lake. It was only a few steps away, but the two sides still missed it.

Chen Ping'an and Yao Xianzhi were sitting in a carriage, and the inn was not far from Yao Mansion.

Xiao Mo sat beside the coachman.

Yao Xianzhi asked tentatively: "Why not just live in my house?"

Chen Ping’an explained: “After delivering the pill and confirming that General Yao has taken the medicine, we will leave Beijing immediately and go to Pushan Yuncaotang.”

Yao Xianzhi asked, "So anxious?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Next year will be established in the beginning of spring next year, Lord Fu Yin, say to yourself, am I, the Supreme Sect Master, busy?"

Yao Xian's expression is complicated.

No matter how busy it is, these three or two days are not bad.

When I arrived at Yao Mansion, I came to the room with many talisman stickers. After Yao Xianzhi helped General Yao take two pills, Chen Ping An, who was sitting by the bed, gently picked up the old man’s wrist and carefully checked the pulse condition. , Finally turned his head and said softly to Yao Xianzhi: "Don't worry, there is no problem. Old General Yao will wake up soon. No matter how busy your kid is, you should take the time to accompany your grandpa for a walk."

Yao Xianzhi first called out Mr. Chen, then raised that arm, clenched his fist heavily, and tapped lightly in his heart.

Chen Ping'an moved gently, put the old man's arm back on the quilt, and then padded the corner of the quilt before he got up and walked out the door with Yao Xianzhi.

Xiao Mo stood quietly at the door.

Chen Ping'an patted Yao Xianzhi on the shoulder, "Go ahead, don't worry about me, I am here waiting for the old general to wake up."

Yao Xianzhi smiled and said: "I'm so busy, I haven't slept peacefully these days, I have to take a breath."

In the end, Yao Xianzhi took Chen Ping an to eat dinner here. After hearing the housekeeper said that grandpa was awake, the three hurriedly put down their chopsticks and went to the next yard together.

The old man leaned back against the head of the bed, in good spirits, smiled and looked at the man in the blue shirt who had crossed the threshold with his grandson at the door, and asked: "Xianzhi, have you informed your Majesty?"

Yao Xianzhi shook his head and said, "Not yet."

Then Yao Xianzhi asked tentatively: "Grandpa, I'm going to send news to the palace?"

Seeing the stinky boy with a composure look, lightly lifting his blue shirt and long coat, and slowly sitting on a chair beside the bed, the old man waved his hand at Yao Xianzhi and smiled: "No, I can't ask for things, people who can't be scared."

After that, the old man just chatted with Chen Ping'an about the events of the past. As for the major events of the family, the country and the world, he said nothing.

After talking for half an hour, Old General Yao let Chen Ping'an go, but before letting him leave Mirage City, he had to come back to the house to have a home-cooked meal, and Chen Ping'an agreed.

Yao Xianzhi accompanied Chen Pingan to the door. He wanted to return to the government office to continue to deal with a lot of official duties. The search for a knife was just an immediate matter, and the rest of the mess was gone.

When the snow melts, the capital is again Qionghua.

Visit the Taoist temple on a snowy night.

Chen Pingan was walking in an alley. On the westernmost side of the Daquan capital, there was a small Taoist temple named Huanghua Temple. The ban was just lifted not long ago. His Majesty the Emperor removed a group of imperial monks who secretly "guarded" Taoist temples.

The watcher Liu Mao, the former three princes, and later King Daquan, after Guozuo continued to continue, but changed the country's surname, Liu Mao took the initiative to resign, and he was awarded the Taoist Duo. This small Taoist temple in the capital He devoted himself to practice and thanked guests behind closed doors. Nowadays, the Taoist Taoist Longzhou only accepts two orphans as disciples. Liu Mao taught some Taoist mantras and immortal vomiting techniques, but the two children do not know the priceless treasure, compare Tired and lazy, I feel more troublesome than sweeping the courtyard.

Liu Mao heard a knock on the door, got up in his cloak, opened the door, and saw the green shirt guest who had reunited with his old friend. Liu Mao suddenly had two big heads.

The villain came to the door and looked at the posture, and came from a small Taoist temple to fight the autumn breeze again.

Chen Pingan gave a sigh, glanced at Liu Mao, with a face full of surprise, shaking his hands, and smiling: "Congratulations to the Lord, since the last goodbye, in just a few days, I have successfully broken through and entered the Dragon Gate realm. It is really true. It was too unexpected, so I came here empty-handed today, forgive me."

Liu Mao twitched at the corner of his mouth, "It's easy to say."

After hesitating for a while, Liu Mao did not dare to say the phrase "have a chance to make up", worrying that his Taoist temple would end in a dead end tonight.

Going empty-handed, doesn't it just happen to return with a full load?

Xiao Mo had already helped close the door of Taoist Temple. Chen Ping An and Liu Mao walked side by side and began to introduce the two student disciples around him.

"The disciple Pei Qian has just become a boundless martial artist."

"Student Cao Sunny, the last imperial examination of Dayi, the Huiyuan of Beijing Chunwei, the second place in the palace exam."

When Liu Mao heard the words, he and the young man and woman slapped a sect, but he was puzzled in his heart. Can the two be compared?

No matter how high the gold content of the Dali imperial examination is, the four-year-old Beijing Master Chunwei has never seen the top three champions.

But there are only a few martial arts in the land of a continent? In my hometown, now there are only two masters, Wu Sheng Wu Tan and Huang Yiyun.

Liu Mao planned to take a group of visitors to the main room to drink tea. Chen Ping'an did not agree, saying that it would not be so troublesome, so let's go to the master's study, which was quite clean.

The Longmen Realm Master of Huanghuaguan, his eyelids trembled when he opened the study door.

If you are accidentally robbed by a thief, it is because your own way of watching and guarding is unfavorable, and you can't blame others, but what's the matter with yourself, the other party is fighting open fire, forcibly grabbing, and you have to help open the door?

A wing room was used by Liu Mao as a study room. The interior decoration is simple and simple. It is almost the same as the last time Chen Ping’an visited here. A book case, a yellow bamboo pen holder from the palace, and a stick for copying. The Daquan chickens of the Taoist scriptures are away from the pen, and a row of bookshelves against the wall, there are a few flowers in the corner, and a small pot of calamus is placed.

The only difference

There are probably a few books missing on the bookshelf, and two brand new chairs in the room.

Chen Ping'an glanced at the pen holder. The three copy pens he saw last time are still there. If I remember correctly, two of them are sealed with "Qingyou" and "Mingjing" respectively.

The rarest one is the Changfeng pen with "A Collection of Bai Er Shi Ji, the World's Best Skills" inscribed.

On the table, the orderly inheritance of the Huang Ting Jing with countless stamps and flowers is also placed. It is very good. At first glance, the Taoist Longzhou is an old-fashioned person.

Cui Dongshan has negotiated a deal with the Daquan dynasty. The next clan will purchase a large number of government-made chicken pens, and the wind kite ferry can help sell to the two continents north of Tongyezhou.

After Chen Ping'an heard about the incident, he immediately helped the students and the next sect to check the omissions, saying that the official system was improper, and it was the imperial property of the palace office.

At that time, everyone was dumb on Xiandu Mountain.

Even Old Immortal Jia did not speak.

Liu Mao lit an oil lamp on the table. The light was dimly yellow. Fortunately, the windows were closed so that the lights did not flicker.

The study is not big and it is not suitable for guests. Besides, there are only two chairs in the room, so Chen Ping'an asked Xiao Mo and the others to wait outside.

After holding his hands, Chen Ping'an looked at a calligraphy and painting on the wall and nodded in praise: "The master's handwriting is nothing less than a finishing touch, and the shabby room will be brilliant."

It turned out to be a page of Scripture framed by Liu Mao in a sandalwood frame and hung on the wall. It is just a verse of Huang Tingjing with two writings.

The sixteen characters at the end are exactly what Chen Ping'an helped to make up last time: "Separate ways and disperse bodies, arbitrarily transform forms, make up real people, and live together in heaven and earth".

After Liu Mao sat on the book table, Chen Pingan moved the only remaining chair and sat on the opposite side of the book table, raised his legs, took out a bamboo dry tobacco rod and a bag of tobacco, knocked on the tabletop, and asked with a smile: "Do you mind? ?"

Liu Mao smiled and shook his head and said, "Chen Jianxian is free."

I was surprised, when did I take this bite?

Chen Ping’an remembered something, put the dry tobacco rod and tobacco on the table, turned to the bookshelf, and took out a few books from his sleeve. Before putting them in the bookshelf nearby, he raised his hand and shook it casually. The books borrowed here, such as "Island Mathematical Scripture", "Algorithm Fine Grass" and other books, after returning to the original owner, Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "See clearly, I borrowed books from you earlier, a total of six books, and said to return them. , How could it not be returned."

These six books are all books by artists. Liu Mao is obsessed with this. He can even be regarded as a master of arithmetic. After all, the three princes of the Daquan dynasty in the past also served as the president behind the scenes and compiled it for the court. The four-hundred-volume "The Twelfth Year of Yuan Zhen Da Book Kuo Ge Zhi".

According to Liu Mao's statement last time, the book should not be borrowed. If you want to grab it, grab it.

Everyone in the book collection under the mountain has this habit. Borrowing books is like borrowing a wife, and donating books is like giving a concubine.

Liu Mao glanced at the bookshelf, endured and endured, after all he could not resist, stood up, walked around the bookcase, and quickly came to the bookshelf, intending to take out the arithmetic books one by one, and put them back. The original position must be exactly the same, otherwise Liu Mao will feel awkward, saying that he is having trouble sleeping and eating, which is not an exaggeration.

As soon as the book "Nine Chapters of Numerals" started, Liu Mao knew something was wrong. At a glance, sure enough! Liu Mao speeded up his actions and took out the remaining five books one by one. As expected, the engravings were poor, and there was no need to open them. You knew it was a private bookseller's folk version, which was a hundred thousand difference from the six palaces in his collection. Thousands of miles, besides, for the collector, this is not a matter of high or low prices at all. Liu Mao's face was pale with anger, gritted his teeth, and said nothing, just handed back a few books to Chen Ping An.

Chen Pingan gently pushed away Liu Mao's hand and complained: "It's not difficult to borrow and borrow again. Besides, we both have known each other for so many years, so please take it away!"

Liu Mao especially insisted, go to your mother's Chen Jianxian, this matter, there is nothing to talk about. Had it not been for the disparity between the two sides, Liu Mao would have started beating people, at least he would have ordered a guest on the spot.

Those few beloved books are just like beautiful girls who are like flowers and jade. You can take them away by force. You have to send back some yellow-faced women, and then tell me cheeky about them?

Chen Pingan put those books on the table, then took out a piece of wooden handle from his sleeve, beckoned, "Last time I missed it, this time I will make it up."

Before coming here, Chen Ping'an, in order to find out the clues of the remarkable whereabouts, belonged to Liu Mao's favorite ordinary whisk, and Chen Ping'an crushed the wooden handle inch by inch.

Liu Mao did not refuse this time.

Chen Ping'an shook his long coat, raised his legs, and began to swallow the clouds and mist. At the same time, he looked around. In this study room, Chen Ping'an finally found out a secret letter that was very mysterious, except for those of Fei Ran and Liu Mao. The calculation failed, and the extra "reward" was to get a personal book seal from Wen Hai's careful collection. After Chen Ping'an passed it to Cui Dongshan, he finally took it to the Zhongtu Confucian Temple.

And as a price for reading the letter, that was the swordsman Pei Min who was disguised as the old housekeeper of Shen Guo Gong’s mansion and asked about the sword. At that time, there was an umbrella handle. In the rainy night, from the Tiangong Temple outside the capital, like a flying sword, he came to Huanghuaguan and ran into Chen. Peace of the abdomen.

One of Haoran's three must-dos, Swordsman Pei Min.

He was once Bai Ye's half swordsmanship master and one of the two preachers of Lu Tai.

Liu Mao looked at the guy who smoked a dry cigarette and asked, "When will Chen Jianxian come to Mirage City next time?"

Don't ask what you want in the visit tonight.

Chen Ping'an was choked by this question, coughing endlessly. He was so obsessed with the subject and treated people with sincerity.

In fact, Liu Mao has entered the Dragon Gate realm, and if he sees his posture, he has to go straight to Jie Dan. It is an expression of his attitude with the Yao family of Daquan. Liu Mao of Daquan has no royal family Liu Mao, only a Longzhou Taoist, so he should be a Taoist with peace of mind. Watching the lord of the gods.

Chen Ping'an asked, "Which Shen Guogong?"

Liu Mao shook his head and said, "I haven't seen it in a long time, believe it or not."

Chen Ping'an leaned forward and took out a pen from the bamboo yellow pen holder.

Liu Mao took a deep breath.

Fortunately, the guy turned the barrel of the pen and examined it carefully, then quickly put it back into the pen holder.

Chen Ping’an said that he didn’t need to see off the guests, he put away the cigarette stick, waved his sleeve to dissipate the smoke, got up and walked to the door, suddenly took out a book from his sleeve and threw it to Liu Mao, "Return you ."

It is the "Lately Coming" "Astronomical Star Chart".

Different from those books on arithmetic, this "Astronomical Star Atlas" is a banned book by the court, even officials cannot hide it privately, otherwise it is treason, and the crime is more serious than the private possession of armour crossbows.

Liu Mao stretched out his hand to take the book, and he was unexpectedly happy that this Chen Jianxian didn't turn it off.

Put it in the bookshelf and return the object to its original position. Liu Mao temporarily took it out, then turned over the pages of the book, only to find that there were two side-by-side seals on the title page, and the same was true for the last page of the book. , The same seal has two prints side by side.

"Think infinitely", "think back and forth".

"Contented", "Insufficient knowledge."

Liu Mao took the book, walked to the window, opened the window, and looked back at the lights on the table.

The moon shines on a day of snow, the lights are smaller than fireflies, and the words on the lanterns are more clear.

Returning to the Wangxing Flower House, Pei Qian went back to his house to rest, but Cao Sunny left the Xianjia Inn alone to enjoy the snow.

Chen Ping'an took out the two booklets of Li Huai, took out the pen and ink, compared the problems on the booklets, analyzed and re-annotated them one by one.

Xiao Mo was flipping through a novel with a tortuous plot and read it with gusto.

Chen Ping'an suddenly put away the booklet and said, "Xiao Mo, help protect the road for a while."

Xiao Mo nodded silently, walked out of the house, closed the door gently, and stood in the corridor.

Chen Ping'an sacrificed a caged bird, then revolved the five elements of his life, and at the same time mobilized the aura of the five qi palaces, and began to contemplate a landscape.

It was actually a thousand miles of mountains and rivers on the border of Tuoyue Mountain.

During the confrontation with the culprit in the Tuoyue Mountain Realm, Chen Ping'an actually had a silent wandering.

First of all, I tried to learn more about the site of the ascending platform, and I was worried about being careful or brilliant, hiding a back hand, and finally I chose the place and the target of the sword by the way.

It's just that the first disciple of the great ancestor of Tuoyue Mountain, and soon took the initiative to ask for a fight and a question of the sword.

At this moment, within the caged bird, Chen Ping'an floated in the air, independent of the world.

First, Tuoyue Mountain, then the nearby mountains and rivers, and flowers and trees. Chen Ping’an manifests the avenue with the heart, and recreates the world.

It’s just that when Chen Ping’an condensed his mind, like a pedestrian stopping at a certain place, looking at a flower between the day and the earth,

When he wanted to let the flower grow on its own, in an instant, a world of minds fell apart like porcelain.

As a result, there are many loopholes in a small world of birds in a cage.

Xiao Mo reminded softly: "My son, can you narrow the boundary and reduce the number of things at the same time?"

Chen Pingan nodded.

Re-imagine the world. It is no longer Tuoyue Mountain, but the pond behind the bamboo building. Finally, in a pool of clear water, there is a purple lotus seed, which starts to grow slowly, the branches and leaves are watered, and the lotus leaves are covered with water and buds. When it was finally released, when the first lotus flower was finally blooming... Chen Ping'an put away his mind in an instant, and took the initiative to dispel the vision.

Putting away a handful of caged finches, Chen Ping'an walked to the window, opened the window, and the snow fell.

Chen Ping'an took out two bamboo slips from his sleeves, engraved on them were two sentences from Taozu's 3,000 words, and I am not a body, what is my trouble. This sentence is easy to understand, but on the other bamboo slip, it is not only that Chen Ping’an has not been able to understand the deep meaning of the world, sending the world, and supporting the world, but even within the Taoist gates of the vast world, there are different Dharma and Taoist veins. There will be all kinds of disagreements on annotations, and it is estimated that no one dares to say that their opinions must be correct, and they can only be regarded as a little understanding.

It's just that when Chen Pingan was temporarily borrowing the Fourteen Realms with Lu Chen, especially the last time he met the "Tao Boy" who rode a bull, he deliberately avoided this.

Silently put away two bamboo slips that had been treasured for many years, turned his head and said, "Xiao Mo, you can come in."

After Xiao Mo entered the house, he didn't ask anything, just continued to read the Zhiguai novel.

No wonder everyone is willing to be a scholar, because you can often lose your way, and then you will most likely see a big mansion. After that, you will either meet a fairy or a ghost in the mountains, have a cup of tea, and sing a few poems...

In the palace of the capital, there was a woman with light makeup, with an extremely beautiful appearance. She threw the folds in her hands, rubbed her eyebrows, closed her eyes and rested for a while, then picked up the folds handed over by the Ministry of Households again.

After reading all the folds, it was late at night. His Majesty the Emperor raised his head and looked into the distance, startled.

Buried River Water Mansion Biyou Palace.

By the river, the goddess of water Liu Rou was sitting on a chair. She held the fishing rod in one hand and yawned. After sitting for a long time, no fish was hooked, and the fish basket was empty.

Unexpectedly, a stupid fish came to the shore and swam slowly, so angry that the goddess of water lost her fishing rod, bent down and picked up a stone on the shore, raised her arms high, pointed her fingers at the fish, and glared. Looking at each other, "You are so deceiving!"

With a stomped foot, the Water God Empress threw the stone and waved her big hand, "Forget it, the two countries will not be slashed when fighting each other."

Liu Rou continued to retrieve the fishing rod, sat on the chair, squatted on the chair, and stood on the chair, but no matter what, no fish took the bait.

She had to lose the bamboo pole, throw it far into the river water, and kick the empty fish crate away. After that, when she returned to the house, she told people that the fish was too big, and she broke the fishing rod. Too many, dragged away the fish basket.

The Water God Empress swaggered back to Biyou Palace. Not far away, she suddenly raised her head, and several figures fell at the door of the house. Ha, Mr. Chen is here as a guest.

It's a pity, now I'm treating guests at home, and there is no more water, flower wine and eel noodles.

Every time the Shui Mansion was discussing matters recently, the Shui God Empress was sitting in a dreadful manner at first, and then she couldn't help but glanced at one place, occasionally wiping her mouth secretly.

Without eel noodles, black fish would be fine.

There was a Shuifu official who was born as a fish spirit. He was really frightened. He only felt that his days were like years. He had to meet the God of Water in private, and bit his head to speak up. The rough idea was that the God of Water would resign if you were like this. Fortunately, after the discussion, the goddess of water didn't look at it from beginning to end.

Liu Rou curiously asked, "Mr. Chen, didn't you say you can bring your wife to Biyou Palace?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said, "We can only wait for the next time."

When they arrived in the lobby, Liu Rou waved her hand, calling for Chef Liu to start work.

Pei Qian immediately said: "My share, don't be spicy."

Chen Ping'an seconded.

Cao Sunny said: "I can eat a little spicy."

Xiao Mo smiled and said, "You can do whatever you want."

Liu Rou shouted: "A few more jars of'not splash wine'."

She laughed, "The officials in Mirage City are more annoying than the other. The trust relationship has been entrusted to my sister and brother-in-law. They have to buy water and flower wine from me, and the hundred jars of wine in the wine cellar. I have only made wine for a few years, and I can’t afford the name of “sprinkled wine”. I don’t make money and smash the signs. I’m just a fool to do it. I’m so wise to take the new brewing water and use it as a “not sprinkled wine”. The name, the wine is also given away, and the favor is also earned..."

Seeing that the crows are silent and no one is present, the goddess of water crowed again to herself.

Pei Qian joined in and said: "This is the Shanren's own clever plan mentioned in the book."

Liu Rou patted the table, "Yes, Xiao Pei Qian can speak, that's how it is."

A "bowl of bowls" of noodles are served, and both Chen Ping An and Pei Qian are used to it.

Both the master and the apprentice smiled at each other.

Xiao Mo who said "random", half a pot of noodles, half a pot of red pepper.

Cao Qingqing is slightly better, most of the pots of noodles, and a small pot of chili peppers.

Chen Ping'an rolled up a chopsticks noodles, not forgetting to turn around to remind the two of them: "Chili is wine, the more you drink. Xiaomo, Cao Qingqing, if you don't have enough noodles, you don't need to be polite with the goddess of water."

Xiao Mo was silent for a moment, then nodded, "You won't be polite."

Cao Qingqing slowly turned his head and looked at Pei Qian.

Someone’s book of Landscape Travels clearly stated that the eel noodles of Biyou Palace Water House is a must, and the taste is superb. There is also a four-character comment, “Prefer not to be spicy”.

Cao Qingqing didn't need to use his chopsticks at this moment, the spiciness rushing over his face made him choke.

Old God Chen Ping'an is here, drinking and eating noodles.

I stayed in Mirage City for two more days. During this period, I also accompanied General Yao to the Zhaoping Peak outside the city, climbed the mountain and stayed at the Peak Inn, and watched the sunrise together.

The first time the two sides were separated at the foot of Zhaoping Peak, this time it was still, then there will be another reunion.

Because he couldn't see the emperor's business, Chen Ping'an had to ask Yao Xianzhi to help him talk.

Liu Rou heard that Luopo Mountain is about to set up the next sect. She said that she would definitely be there before the beginning of spring. When the time comes to meet in Xiandu Mountain, she will definitely bring Chef Liu with her!

Chen Ping'an kept the green-clothed boys in his Water Mansion and kept them in the Biyou Palace. Liu Rou was not hypocritical, and the little guys would just enjoy themselves in the future.

After Chen Ping'an and his party left, Chef Liu said, "Mother... Niang, why don't you tell the little master... about the college."

The goddess of her own water has discussed with the emperor, and plans to build a semi-government and semi-private academy on the bank of the bank, and only teaches the knowledge of the master Wensheng. As for the money, it was borrowed by the Biyou Palace and the court.

Liu Rou's arms crossed her chest, and she smiled, "You know eel noodles. When I turn around, I attended the next celebration and asked for a guest. As long as the matter is finalized, I will speak again. Master Chen will pay it back. I am ashamed to refuse to come to the academy to give lectures?"

After Chen Pingan and his party left Biyou Palace, they went straight to Pushan Yuncaotang.

In Daquan Mirage City, today, His Majesty the Emperor was wearing a snow white fox fur. After seeing the snow scene, she returned to the imperial study room. An enshrined court maid sent a newspaper of Shanshui Di, from the Shenzhou Shanhaizong of Zhongtu.

It is said that it was the first Shanshangdi newspaper to name a certain name by surname.

The content of the Dibao is shocking to the world.

In fact, there is no deliberate rendering, it is just plain and plain text, just because the series of things that the person has done is really incredible.

A foreigner from the Great Wall of Sword Qi, after Xiao Yan rebelled, succeeded as a hermit, and was responsible for sitting in the summer palace. He also led a dozen sword immortals to sit in the Spring Banner House on the Downfall Mountain...

Especially the self-question and self-answer at the end of the Di Bao, even more so that the viewers must be swayed.

There is no such thing as Chen Qingdu in the world, who can open up the mountain with the sword?

The Great Wall of Jianqi, the latest engraver, Chen Pingan, the last hermit.

The woman read the Di Bao twice, and quietly stretched out a finger and gently rubbed the three characters on the paper.