The white-haired boy sitting in the doorway to bask in the sun at the New Year's shop in Dragon Lane looked a little listless. When he saw Chen Ping'an who came here to check the accounts, he just murmured the old ancestor of the hidden official.

Compared with the past, it is slightly different. In the two adjacent shops, there are more "long wooden benches", which are the most common in rural villages.

Chen Ping'an sat on the side, shook his green shirt and long coat, raised his legs, and asked with a smile, "Would you like to go to Tongyezhou to practice, there is a small cave there, Bai Xuan and Cheng Chaolu are a few A child, who is now practicing swordsmanship in it, I can ask Cui Dongshan to build a dojo mansion for you, the money, I will come out, the entire sect, hundreds of miles in radius, are now their own territory, you are there If you are interested, you can also give instructions to Cheng Chaolu and their practice. Among them, there is a little girl named Chai Wu. She is very talented in Taoism. She is Wei Xian's great disciple. On the top of the mountain, you can tell Cui Dongshan, it is my intention, let him directly allocate it to you, and it will be the beginning of the celebration. The identity of the genealogy on the Qingping Peak Patriarch Hall is enshrined as a guest, and you can choose. In the future, if you meet someone with good aptitude and want to accept a disciple, you can do whatever you want."

Because of the arrival of Bai Jing, it is easy to attract some interested people to spy on the side of Riding Dragon Lane. On the other hand, Qingping Sword Sect can hide people.

A sword cultivator at the peak of the Ascension Realm, especially a wild demon clan who has lived for thousands of years, is far more attractive than a new sect in terms of identity and strength.

The white-haired boy still couldn't keep his spirits up, and said sickly: "The road is too far, I can't go."

"It's good to be a handyman here. I've gotten used to it. It's better to start over there, and it's more troublesome to start over there and teach others to teach boxing. I'm not good at this."

"Ancestor Yinguan, you can't like the new and hate the old, just drive me away with a few more things like Cui Huaan and Xie Gou. If you don't say anything else, just my loyalty and no semicolons."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "If you don't want to move the nest, forget it."

The white-haired boy twitched his nose, looked left and right, and sneakily took out a booklet from his sleeve, "Fist manual, live. There are a total of thirty-six pictures, that is, thirty-six boxing moves, and the world is endless. Wufu can count the famous skills, the good stuff at the bottom of the box, and the general good boxing moves, which are not qualified to be recorded in the book, how someone's vision is, how critical, you know better than me."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Given it to me a few years ago, it's still useful, but it doesn't mean much now."

That being said, the movement of reaching out his hand is not slow, and Chen Ping'an put it in his sleeve without even looking at it.

This sentence is not entirely cheap and good, just like Pushan's boxing from the six pictures of immortals, the benefit to Chen Ping's boxing skills is actually extremely limited. If it is not necessary to teach people boxing, Chen Ping'an may not be It will take so much effort to perfect and improve Pushan Boxing, trying to lower the threshold of learning boxing for ordinary martial artists, and then compile it into a book.

It seems that the more you learn boxing, the higher your realm will be, and the more you will be able to feel the value of Shaanshan Boxing.

Of course, Chen Pingan also wants to compile a boxing manual that is completely his own, so that the pure martial arts of the two disciples can follow this boxing manual in the next ten years, centuries, and thousands of years, gradually practice, and steadily climb higher, and then become like Pushan. Yuncaotang is generally, the children of later generations can continuously improve the boxing manual, and the youth is better than the blue.

Chen Ping'an suddenly asked, "Have you heard of the alternative views on the third layer of the Wufu's End?"

The white-haired boy shook his head, "I don't practice martial arts and boxing. I can't tell you this. I guess if I did, I might not take it seriously."

Chen Ping'an apologized: "I shouldn't be talking about this."

The white-haired boy grinned, "It doesn't look like the ancestor of the hidden official."

Under the return to the truth, from the nine realms of martial arts to the first level of Qi Sheng, I still attach great importance to it, especially Qi Sheng,

When a martial artist has reached the level of returning to the truth, he needs to fuse his own martial arts experience, pilgering techniques, and boxing techniques into a furnace, and seek a condensed word to prove the phrase "returning to the original and returning to the truth".

What is "God's arrival"? Chen Ping'an is still groping, and he can only figure it out on his own, there is no other way. Back then, when I practiced boxing on the second floor of the Bamboo Building, the old man never talked about it, and the occasional words were mostly unpleasant words, such as you, Chen Ping'an, who had a physique like paper and a sloppy mind. Waste, dare to look forward to the ten realms above the mountain? If you can make a half-fold in this life and become a warrior of the five realms, it is time to burn high incense...

From Chen Ping'an's point of view, Zhu Lian lies in the realm of the Far Traveling Realm every day, and as a result, he thinks about the mysteries and barriers of the first level of returning to the real world.

Fist has weight, but law cannot compete.

This truth, ordinary people say, lack of confidence.

But Zhu Lian doesn't need to open his mouth, that's the reason.

After all, he was the first martial madman in the history of Lotus Flower Blessed Land who slaughtered the rest of the nine people in the world.

Zhu Lian's spirit is so high and his state of mind is so broad that even Chen Ping'an dare not say that he can see it for real.

The white-haired boy changed from sitting to squatting, maybe because he was taller, then two and two were silent, basking in the warm sunshine of the early spring together, lazily.

Chen Ping'an traveled thousands of miles, his thoughts were like stepping on the skin of a watermelon, thinking of where is where.

In Zen Buddhism, there have always been two theories: "press the head on the head" and "the original face".

Chen Ping'an suddenly remembered the many broken statues in the tomb of the gods.

It seems that there is a statue of a **** with three heads and six arms casting magic.

Shaking his sleeves, Chen Ping'an closed his eyes, meditated for a moment, hesitated after opening his eyes, and did not get up, he just sat and choked the dharmas and dharma seals.

However, Chen Pingan quickly stopped.

The white-haired boy also pretended to be unaware, and when Chen Ping'an stopped the series of dazzling movements, the white-haired boy squatting on the long tree suddenly laughed.

"One plus one equals two, and children in open-crotch pants know that five plus five equals ten, and the answer is obvious."

"But you say one plus one equals two, plus three equals five, plus two plus three equals ten."

"There will be people who insist that it is equal to eight, or equal to nine, but it is not a one, a two."

"One plus ten is eleven, one is not eleven, and ten is not eleven. If ten is less, everyone can see it, so this kind of flaw is not very common, but one is less, and it is relatively hidden."

"Ten is still like this, what about one hundred, ten thousand and one million, so someone said that the world's knowledge is determined to do subtraction, it is best to reduce it to one and nothing is left, almost no one is willing to do it. additive."

Chen Ping'an first smiled knowingly, then laughed out loud, then his whole face was full of smiles, and finally he laughed out loud.

Instead, it was the white-haired boy's turn to feel strange, "Is it funny?"

This was actually just a weird statement made by Wu Shuangjiang back then. At that time, the maid of the palace, who was called "Natural", didn't think it was funny.

It's just that Wu Shuangjing is thinking wildly, anyway, he has always been like this.

Chen Ping'an is of course a very reserved and restrained person. He is not the kind of person who shows his happiness and anger, but he is not the kind of person who is gloomy and silent for a long time. Even in the prison of the old deaf boy on the Great Wall of Sword Qi, Chen Ping An will also have fun in the midst of suffering, and he often does some inexplicable antics. In Chen Ping's own words, people can endure hardship, but they must not have the appearance of suffering.

But in the memory of the white-haired boy, Chen Ping'an laughed so hard that it was never before.

Chen Ping'an was really not pretending, but was really happy. He finally stopped his laughter and nodded, "It's funny!"

The white-haired boy Nunuzui said, "You are all weirdos."

Chen Pingan crossed Erlang's legs, put his hands on his knees, and said with a smile: "Scholars quarrel, even if it is a battle of gentlemen, often the least like to follow the steps and reason with each other, um, I am really not good at it. It is rare to go from start to finish. It's all reasonable, and there are not many examples. Of course, the Goose Lake debate can be counted as one, second-class, in the past, the dispute between Su Zimen and each other's poetry style was also very good, once again first-class, I started to talk about benevolence, righteousness and morality. The worst thing is probably to talk about personal morality. The fun part of world affairs is that it is often the last one, but it is the most lethal and has been around for the longest time, such as father-in-law picking ashes, torture Prostitutes-girls... Every time I mention it, I will first make a conclusion and then push back. Anyway, since there is a loss in virtue, all knowledge must be dross. Where can I know the specific development of Confucianism, the Confucian scholars and sages of all dynasties, of course, I mean those who are really responsible How many scholars have they tried, how many detours they have made, and how much effort and cost they have paid for it... I really don’t know what it will be like now, a thousand years from now, ten thousand years from now.”

In the history of Buddhism, it is not only the difference between Mahayana and Theravada, but also the most spectacular line of Zen Buddhism. In fact, it is very different from the earlier teachers of earth theory, profound Buddhist scriptures, and strict lawyers. There are big differences, even within the Zen Buddhism, there are constant disputes and mutual criticism, so there are so many koans, denglu, Songgu Niangu and Kanhuatou... Just like Chen Ping'an in the summer palace, he often met. Repeated "Biyan Lu", "Empty Valley Collection" and "Congrong An Lu"

If you don't like reading, you will naturally recognize that the book says that you are a scholar.

If you like reading, you will naturally be happy that reading is for the next life.

But whether you like reading or not has little to do with what kind of person you become.

Probably just like the old abbot of the Ouhua Fudi Xinxiang Temple said in the past, how we view the world is how the world views us.

The white-haired boy said indifferently: "Do you have to read more?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "When I say reading, I don't just mean books."

Being able to live an unhappy life calmly, Chen Pingan thought he couldn't do it.

But Chen Pingan had seen such a person.

During the years when Shujian Lake was attacking the wall, I once saw a poor old woman in clean clothes.

So much so that Chen Ping'an would think that such people are Bodhisattvas in the suffering world.

When a child grows up, especially after the parents leave, it is like a door. Without a door, death stands outside the door, and it is the person's turn to look at him.

The white-haired boy turned his head and said softly, "Ancestor Yinguan, wipe away your tears."

Chen Ping'an was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand, but before he could touch his face, he laughed angrily, and slapped it with a slap.

The white-haired boy tilted his head to avoid it, in a good mood, and laughed out loud.

Xie Gou was not at the shop, so he probably went to post those dog skin plasters again, and fought wits with the wealthy people in Fulu Street and Taoye Lane?

Chen Ping'an stood up, walked into the shop, and Shi Rou, the shopkeeper, immediately took out the account book. Chen Ping'an stood by the counter, flipping through the account book, glanced at the child who was looking down at a strange novel, and asked, "Jun Chen, listen to me. Shopkeeper Li of Red Candle Town said, do you like to buy books there on credit?"

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It is very difficult for this great disciple who started the mountain himself to call himself Patriarch on his own initiative.

Zhou Junchen was a little guilty, and he acted as a little mute, trying to pretend to be deaf and mute to get through.

If Chen Ping'an talked to him about his seniority, Zhou Junchen would never be embarrassed, only if it had something to do with money, the child would be a little bit lacking in courage.

Chen Ping'an said: "I passed by the bookstore before, and I helped you settle the account for the dozens of taels of silver, and I also paid you some in advance. Don't owe money for books in the future."

The little **** bought books. He was very generous and bold, and he didn't know who taught him. Pei Qian, who is a teacher for his children, would never teach him like this.

When Zhou Junchen heard this, he smiled brightly. On the Patriarch's side, it was rare to have a sincere smile.

Unexpectedly, the patriarch immediately added, "I mean, don't give credit to the bookstore, it doesn't sound good if it spreads out, there is no problem with owing me money, you can pay it back slowly in the future, just deduct it from your monthly salary. "

Shi Rou couldn't help laughing. The little mute who talked to her about this matter was very confident. Originally, she wanted to borrow money from Master Pei Qian to repay the debt. According to Zhou Junchen's small calculation, if you are a master, lend money to Apprentice, are you embarrassed to ask for a debt in the future?

As a result, I was stabbed by this patriarch today, and this confused account suddenly became unambiguous. Zhou Junchen has regretted his bowels now, and he would not have bought so many if he knew it earlier.

Chen Pingan asked again, "Who came up with the signboard of Niujiaodu?"

Zhou Junchen said in a big way: "I came up with the method alone! It has nothing to do with others!"

After all, the child is not old-fashioned, and there is no silver tael here.

Shi Rou was a little worried immediately, the rules of Luo Po Mountain were extremely loose and true.

But when Chen Ping'an, the mountain owner, once identified something, he would definitely take it seriously.

The little mute was still not afraid at all, and was very annoyed. Sure enough, he was not on the right track with this grandfather and master. How could the master find such a master.

Shi Rou stretched out her hand and gently tugged the child's sleeve under the counter, motioning him to be soft on the mountain master's side, and don't be stubborn.

Unexpectedly, Chen Ping'an nodded, "I'm still too petty, I can go back and make up for Yuan Lingdian of Zhixuan Peak in Beiju Luzhou, and Sword Immortal Wei Jin in Fengxue Temple. They are all our guest ministers of Luopao Mountain, and they are the ones that are officially registered. , Even if I pass Niujiaodu in the future, I will not ask someone to ask for guilt when I see the sign. There is also Tongyezhou Yuguizong, the two direct disciples of Wei Sect Master, Wei Gusu and Wei Xianyou, I believe they will be very famous in the future. The land sword fairy, you can also fill in the name, remember to state the realm, now they are all golden pills. Then add brackets after the name and realm,"

The child asked in confusion: "The sword fairy will be the future? What's the use of writing your name now? Does it take up space? If you don't **** in the pit, it will bring down the value of other shop customers in vain."

"What do you know, it's useless to make up later. When they enter the Nascent Soul Realm, or even the Jade Pure Realm, there is a saying that they can break the realm by eating the cakes from the New Year's shop."

Zhou Junchen suddenly widened his eyes, can he still play like this?

I thought that Xie Gou was shameless enough to make money, but I never thought that this one was going too far.

Chen Pingan reminded: "It's just a suggestion, it has nothing to do with me."

The little mute grinned, making an exception with a bright smile on Chen Ping'an's side.

This grandfather, who has been away from home all day, really still has a few brushes.

No wonder so many hills can be bought.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "I don't talk about the achievements of practice, but only about business. You and I, and your master, are far from each other."

The little mute automatically ignored this sentence, thought for a while, thought about it seriously, and asked, "Won't it be taboo on the mountain for such nonsense?"

Chen Ping'an leaned against the counter and flipped through the thin account book, "What's the taboo, this is called a good talk. I'll bet with you that in the future, the two Jianxian, who are both surnamed Wei, will definitely come to the shop to buy cakes. , and not at all angry."

"Don't gamble, don't gamble a penny."

"Small bet on happiness, just a few dollars, and you can count whether you win or lose."

"The white-haired dwarf melon at the door said that you were in the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and you were very famous. You have a share of all the new and old, and you can beat people with one punch, and you have an invincible player, and your gambling quality is very poor. As long as Those who go to the gambling table, come to kill one, come to two to kill a pair, come to three to kill all..."

Chen Pingan smiled.

The white-haired boy outside the door who was basking in the sun immediately became anxious, jumped to the door, and scolded: "Little mute, please keep your mouth clean, when did I say that the hidden official ancestor is extremely bad at gambling? "

The little mute snorted, "You mean that Chen Ping'an is very good at gambling, I'll just listen to it the other way around."

The white-haired boy was unable to refute the fallacy of the little mute for a while, and his eyes complained: "The ancestor of the hidden official, I am wronged, I am wronged!"

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Chen Ping'an ignored that living treasure, and just reached out and rubbed Zhou Junchen's head, "You can be skinny, just be rude on my side, and have the ability to say such things in front of your master."

The little mute laughed and said, "My brain doesn't look like some people are lacking in roots."

The white-haired boy put his hands on his hips, "Little mute, if you continue to talk like a **** in such a yin and yang manner, be careful when I scold you, to be honest, I usually quarrel with you, I deliberately let you, and only exerted less than 10% of your skill. !"

The corner of the little mute's mouth was raised, and his face was full of disdain: "Then scold, just scold, if you have the ability, the eighteenth generation of the ancestors will scold them together. Anyway, my master is not here, you are afraid of a hammer."

The white-haired boy is really good, hehe, he will look at people sideways, who does he learn, who teaches...

It's just that when the white-haired boy found out that another person was squinting at him, he stopped immediately, sniffled, wrinkled his face, looked up at the sky, and felt bitter in his heart.

Shi Rou folded her hands on the counter, watching the big and small gags, her face full of smiles.

Chen Ping'an planned to go to the shop next door to see. Cui Huahuan from Caotou shop would follow Hongxia and Yunzi to Xiandu Mountain, but the girl would become Cui Dongshan's direct disciple.

Brother and sister who have been separated for many years, thanks to Cui Dongshan who can think of it.

Shi Rou suddenly said in her heart: "Shanzhu, Pei Qian asked someone to send me a box of rouge before, thank you."

It was no longer her usual hoarse and low voice, but a soft and waxy female voice.

Chen Pingan smiled and nodded, "Don't be polite to her."

When Pei Qian was at the shop, there was a short period of time when he was studying in a school, that is, at that time, Pei Qian began to get close to Shi Rou.

After hesitating for a while, Chen Ping'an asked in his heart: "Shi Rou, do you want to change a skin bag and restore the appearance of a woman? In addition to the fox skin beauty talisman on Peixiang, there is also a secret method of Yuzhigang on Xiandu Mountain. The talisman you make will allow you to... change your residence."

Shi Rou shook her head and said, "No need, Mountain Master, I've gotten used to it for so many years, and I really don't think there's anything wrong with it. Besides, being in this immortal slough every day is something that a Qi practitioner can't even dream of. Excellent dojo."

It was rare for Zhou Junchen to discuss matters with Chen Ping'an in a serious manner, and he even used an honorary title, "Master Patriarch, since you are so good at making money, why don't you help our New Year's shop and the grass head shop next door, Have an idea?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "The gods also earn money, broken silver and copper coins. As long as the money comes in at the main entrance, it's not in the amount, and it requires a small flow. Don't ask for a lot of money, but a long history."

After a moment of silence, Chen Pingan stretched out his hand to hold the child's head, "When you grow up, you will understand that this is not reasonable."

The little dumb nodded.

Although the truth is worthless, the truth that is worthless is also a truth, and if you confiscate your own money, you can listen to it, wait and see.

Chen Pingan smiled and said, "Actually, it's better if you don't understand some truths."

There are many truths in many books, and one suffering understands one truth.

Only seeing, not understanding, is lucky.

Chen Ping'an left Qilong Lane, the white-haired boy was also idle when he was idle, and he was a small follower behind the ancestor of the hidden official.

I went to the Yang Family Pharmacy first.

At the moment, there is only a young shop assistant guarding the shop. Because of the accident that year, the business of the shop has not been good in these years, but the Yang family has a solid foundation and doesn't care about this at all.

Shiling Mountain, from the portal of Taoye Lane, although not among the four surnames and ten clans, is considered a good background in a small town.

Maybe this young warrior doesn't know yet that he is the closed disciple of the old man in the backyard, let alone what his senior brothers are and how they are famous all over the world.

The white-haired boy sat by the door, didn't enter the shop, the room smelled of medicine, and he had no interest.

Chen Pingan stepped over the threshold and asked with a smile, "Miss Su isn't there?"

Shi Lingshan said, "Senior sister has gone out to travel."

Senior Sister didn't say where to go, but it seemed like a long trip, very far.

Maybe next year, maybe the year after, maybe next year, and she never came back, he just waited here.

Shi Lingshan asked curiously, "Chen Pingan, do you have something to do with Senior Sister?"

They are all locals in the small town, and coupled with the relationship between teachers and teachers, Shi Lingshan actually has no special impression of this mountain master Chen. No matter how many identities, there is no copper coin relationship with him. If you look down on people, then don't come to the door. Anyway, no one asks anyone. If you come to the door and show off something, I'm not used to you, and no one will look at your face.

The most important thing is that according to some gossip from the owner of the shop, he did not dare to publicize it. It seems that Chen Ping'an received a lot of favor from the pharmacy when he was a child.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "It's okay, just ask casually. There were some things in the past, and I wanted to chat with Miss Su face to face."

Shi Lingshan was vigilant, "What do you have to talk about with my senior sister?"

Chen Ping'an couldn't help laughing, and joked: "Shi Lingshan, no matter how much you guard against thieves, you won't be able to guard against me."

Shi Lingshan pouted, this might be a possibility.

Zheng Dafeng once said that honest people are not popular, but honest people are especially popular when they have money.

The white-haired boy who has been listening with his ears upright is so happy. He has no reason to think of an "allusion" to Luopu Mountain. It is said that when Li Huai was a child, he went to Dasui Shanya Academy with Chen Ping'an to study. An oil bottle, wholeheartedly wanted to make Chen Pingan his brother-in-law, but this little fool thought about it and came to the conclusion that my sister is not worthy.

Damn, the "gang" that Millet is in is a talented person.

Why can't I get in? The white-haired boy wrapped his arms around his chest and began to earnestly

Thinking about it, I can only take over the position of the right guardian of Qilong Lane from the boy in Zhuyi?

Wouldn't that be worse than a dog? !

Inside the shop, Chen Pingan asked, "Can I open the drawer and see a few herbs?"

Shi Lingshan said angrily: "Open the door to do business, anyway, follow the rules, I have no grudge against you, you can just look at it."

Chen Ping'an raised his hand habitually, rubbed the waist and ribs of his green shirt, then walked to the medicine cabinet, looked at the label on it, and gently opened a drawer.

Collecting medicines, dispensing medicines, and boiling medicines, Chen Ping'an may not be inferior to the experienced apothecary Langzhong in these matters.

It is said that one side of the water and soil nurtures the other side, and the same is true for medicinal materials. The same medicinal materials grow on different hills and terrains, and the medicinal properties will vary greatly, so the amount of medicinal materials has to change accordingly. , has become a private industry, so it is not easy to go into the mountains to collect herbs, so many herbs in the pharmacy need to find other channels, such as purchasing from Hongzhu Town and various merchants.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, the white-haired boy suddenly stood up, ran into the house, and planned to take a shortcut, bypassing Pei Qian, the chief helmsman, and descending a decree with the ancestor of the hidden official, making himself the deputy chief helmsman. , Contentment is always happy, not too small for officials.

The white-haired boy lowered his voice and talked to the ancestor of the hidden official, but it was no surprise that the ancestor of the hidden official told her to get out.

Chen Ping'an opened another drawer and took a sniff. The name of this herb is very interesting, it's called Wang Bu Liuxing.

Chen Ping'an gently pushed back the drawer, turned his head and suggested with a smile: "Shi Lingshan, in the future, the shop will enter the mountain to collect herbs, and you can go to Xiancao Mountain, Cinnabar Mountain, and Weixia Peak at will. Fifty or sixty kinds of medicinal materials may be better than buying from other places, and you can save some money."

Shi Lingshan thought about it and said absentmindedly: "You can't tell me this, it's not my responsibility to go into the mountains to collect medicine, I'm just the guy who looks at the store, but I can talk to some unreliable guy and say it in advance. , that guy is unreliable, talking louder than farting, working less than farting, just listening to thunder and not raining, the shop relies on him, and it has not closed yet, all the ancestral graves are smoking."

Chen Pingan smiled.

The folk customs of the town have always been so simple.

When talking, he always likes to hold a gun and a stick, and all of them are masters of the arena without a teacher.

Shi Lingshan, who was born in Taoye Lane, can at best be regarded as a handyman disciple of this sect.

The white-haired boy respected this young man as a man, and dared to speak to the ancestor of his hidden official like this.

Even with the passage of time, Fulu Street and Taoye Alley on this side of the town, and the locals who stayed in other streets and alleys, have not changed much if they put aside the fairy tales hidden behind the scenes.

There will still be people who wear clean long clothes and have read the book and said the words of the Master.

There will also be people who always have dirt in their nails, calluses on their hands that are yellowed by burning charcoal, and who like to swear at their mothers.

Chen Pingan left the shop, crossed the threshold, and stood there for a moment.

After passing by the Crab Square.

Chen Ping'an slowly circled around the archway building, his arms wrapped around his sleeves, and he always looked up.

Do your part, hope that it is natural, don't ask outside, and fight bulls with anger.

The white-haired boy was always standing in the same place, nothing to watch, and the four plaques now have no meaning left.

Chen Ping'an continued to walk. The restaurant next to the street is the tallest building in the town. The real owner is Aunt Feng. The business is still very good. Every time the local people hold a wedding banquet in the county, whether it is a wedding banquet or a celebration banquet, they all like it. Come here for a walk. Some Qi practitioners who bought a house here as a dojo also like to come here for a few drinks, but the wine they drink is naturally different from that of ordinary people.

An iron-locked well has long been banned by the county government, and a stone fence has been built, and people can no longer come here with buckets to draw water.

The old locust tree is gone.

Walking along the main street of the county town, we came to the yellow mud house in the easternmost part of the town.

Going further outside is the immortal tomb overgrown with weeds in the past. You can take a detour to the Laoci Mountain in the north, but it was built into a Wenwu Temple by the Dali court.

Chen Pingan walked to the wooden stake on the side of the road and sat down, and said to the white-haired boy, "Don't follow, it's easy to be misunderstood."

The white-haired boy deliberately pretended to be stupid, raised his hand high, and gestured the height of the two sides, "Just the two of us, what can we misunderstand?"

But to be honest, if you can really become the daughter of the ancestor of the hidden official, it would be a very lucky thing, right?

Looking at Pei Qian, Chen Nuanshu, and Xiaomi Mi, you can see how much this guy will be spoiled if he has a daughter in the future.

Then you and Ning Yao have a hungry tiger and a sheep, and quickly cook the rice. Cowardly, you deserve to be a bachelor.

Chen Ping'an was too lazy to have the same knowledge as her, sitting on the stake, turned his head to look at the road that had been spreading into the distance.

The Great Wall of Sword Qi, Jian Xiu is like a cloud. It is not surprising that Qi practitioners other than sword practitioners should not practice in the Great Wall of Sword Qi. The sword Qi over there is too heavy, and it fills the world with great power. For Qi practitioners It's a torment.

But there was one thing that Chen Pingan was always puzzled by, and the more he thought about it, the more mysterious he felt.

That is the limitless warriors in the history of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and the number is too small! It can even be said that it is to the point of outrageous.

Mammy Bai, she used to be the great master of the end, but she was injured on the battlefield and fell to the top of the mountain.

According to the archives of the Summer Palace, and going back further, the Great Wall of Sword Qi had only one terrifying martial artist for a very long period of time, and he was also a female master.

It's like, the martial arts of the Great Wall of Sword Qi are only for female warriors, and open the door?

Chen Ping'an lightly tapped his knees with his fingers and frowned.

On the other side of the golden long bridge, she once broke the secret in one sentence, Gu Xing Qiming, also known as Chang Geng, is actually where the strange mountain is located.

Pure martial arts, the flesh becomes a god.

It is a pity that the old soldier of the military family could not really walk through this avenue.

The three official positions of the Great Wall of Sword Qi are criminal officer, hidden officer, and sacrificial officer.

According to the original intention of setting up the three officials in the first place, the criminal officials are in charge of killing, the hidden officials are in charge of strategies, and the sacrificial officials are in charge of sacrifice.

As for the former sacrificial official, according to the records of the top-secret archives of the Summer Palace, the archives of the sacrificial officials of the past dynasties are extremely detailed, and only a few words are recorded, sword repair, Jade Pure Realm, few military exploits, it can be said that they are not outstanding.

I remember Ning Yao said that when she came to the town for the first time, she was in the Yang family shop and heard that old man Yang took the initiative to mention that there was a passing sword fairy who left a landscape travel journal.

According to the old man, he often read this travel journal, so he knew something about the outside world.

Ning Yao from the Great Wall of Sword Qi mentioned a sword cultivator, but the old man used the title of "Sword Immortal".

Chen Ping'an didn't pay much attention to this detail before, but now Chen Ping'an can't help but think about it.

Therefore, Chen Ping'an suspects that the archives of the Summer Palace regarding the appointment of the sacrificial officials are deliberately false.

Chen Pingan naturally thought of Yu Lu.

Standing up, Chen Ping'an didn't go to the immortal tomb, but turned back the same way, crossed the street and alley, then left the town and walked towards the stone arch bridge.

The white-haired boy still followed behind, swaggering, and after walking on the stone bridge, she pointed to a piece of emerald green on the river bank, the water plants were like pen tubes, section by section, she asked curiously what it was.

Chen Ping'an glanced at it and said that it was fenugreek. The fried meat was very fragrant and delicious, but it was a seasonal wild vegetable, not always available.

In the spring breeze, everything is flourishing, and it seems that there is everything. In winter, it seems that there is nothing. It is not easy to dig winter bamboo shoots, especially when the mountains are covered with heavy snow.

Chen Ping'an said with a smile that when Loutiao was seen in poetry, it might have been the first handwriting of Su Zi. With just a few words, Su Zi could write the most moving beauty of seasonal scenery.

The white-haired boy asked the old cook if he would cook this dish. Chen Ping'an said I would. The white-haired boy just snorted, but he didn't even want to pick wild vegetables.

Standing on the bridge, Chen Ping'an raised his eyes and looked into the distance, and suddenly found that there seemed to be more ducks in the river. By the way, Liu Xianyang and the round-faced girl were not at the blacksmith shop.

No wonder no wonder.

The white-haired boy walked across the bridge, sat down on the steps, and said, "Ancestor Yinguan, I'll be waiting here."

Because she knows what Chen Ping'an is going to do, many things can be done without taboos, but there are some things that shouldn't be joking.

Chen Pingan turned his head and said with a smile: "Just follow along, there is nothing to be particular about or taboo."

Go to the grave to offer incense and add soil.

On this trip to Tongyezhou, I went to many mountains again. On the way back to Luopao Mountain, I disembarked at Laolongcheng and walked a landscape distance with Senior Song. After saying goodbye, Chen Ping'an quietly followed the old man again, until the old man walked towards At a city gate, he suddenly raised his arm and waved his hand, and Chen Ping'an, who followed silently, left with a smile. After that, I passed by and stopped at some green hills, some of which were still covered with snow.

Chen Ping'an revered the incense and added the soil, took out a pot of wine, and squatted down on the grave.

The white-haired boy squatted and watched from a distance.

Chen Ping'an turned his head and looked at the tomb behind him, facing a distant mountain, with twin peaks like a pen stand.

For a while, Chen Ping'an noticed this for the first time. He used to be young and ignorant, so how did he know these ways.

Later, he left his hometown many times and learned a little about Wangqi and Kanyu, but every time he went to the grave, Chen Ping'an never glanced at the distant green hills.

Chen Pingan simply sat beside the tomb and looked at the mountain silently.

It can be seen from this that after the parents left, it was important to choose the tomb here.

It may be that the old people who knew these things in the small town helped to choose.

In my hometown and town, year after year, there are fewer elderly people, and the taste of the year is weak.

I heard that Pei Qian and Xiaomi Mi Li have said that the night meal is no longer lively.

One year, Chen Ping'an was not at home, and Pei Qian, who was still a small black charcoal, kept a vigil at the ancestral house in Niping Lane, and opened the door early in the morning to set off firecrackers.

If it wasn't for Chen Ping'an's warning, it is estimated that Pei Qian, who already had a few dollars in his pocket, could have bought the entire shop's firecrackers.

Millet grain once had a riddle, which was really thought up by the little girl in black, not taught to her by Chen Ping'an.

Once the millet asked, what runs the fastest and what runs the slowest, but they can't catch up. Chen Ping'an gave a lot of answers, and the millet grains said that it was wrong. It really stumped Chen Ping'an, who had a bright mind. He made the little girl happy, and she was too happy. Yesterday and tomorrow!

It seems like this, all yesterdays are irreversible, and all tomorrows are tomorrow.

The white-haired boy never bothered him.

The mountains are warm and the water is soft, the willows are Yiyi, the grass is growing and the warblers are flying, and the spring flowers are blooming.