Chapter 247: In this case, the mountain is high

(There is a chapter in the evening.)
The sage of the Academy went out of the lobby of the village, and the Jianshui National Sword went into the lobby. This went to slightly compensate for the momentum of the mountain falling into the valley. After all, the Guanhu Academy was far away, and a sage left and left. What's more, if you don't ask for a crime in Jianshui Mountain Villa, it means that Zhuangzi's 100-year operation will not hurt his bones, and Song Yuburn is still on the river, even if he does not have a sword, not in the mountain, as long as he still Traveling to a corner of a dozen national rivers and lakes, then the martial arts lords of Song Fengshan can sit securely.
But for a moment, Song Yuburn suddenly turned his head and looked at it. He took a few steps and first intentionally and unintentionally stopped Chen Pingan behind him. Then he strode out of the threshold straight, and the old man bent down and looked at Zhou Mo. The air in the side arched the fist.
Until this time, the crowds in the lobby were horrified to discover that the heights outside the gates were swaying, and there was a tall man with a height of three feet, a figure of sorrow and a fairy.
The sage is driving and visiting the villa.
Huanghuang is awkward and profound.
Before Zhou Yu burned the mysterious machine, Zhou Mo quickly recovered his sight from the back-sworded boy, shook his sleeves, removed the ban on the safe jade card of the college, and stripped it to reveal the true meaning. "The two words of Yu Pei, quietly re-inside the waist, in the Song Yu burned the rivers and lakes ceremony, almost at the same time, as a bow down: "Student meets Mr.."
The old man, such as a tall statue worshipped by the Temple of the Wilderness, overlooks his disciple, and his anger is not revealed. He slowly said: "The matter of the Confucianism, the Confucianism, the Han Yuanshan, and the practice of the magic, I will hand it over to others. You immediately return to the academy."
Zhou sighed and sighed straight and said helplessly: "Sir, can't you talk about it?"
The saints in the Academy are straightforward and correct: "No."
Zhou Mo cryed and said: "Bitter."
The sage looked at the old swordsman of the country of the waters on the threshold. After the fists were returned to the ceremony, he smiled after his hands and said: "The Songzhuang master is in the immediate future, and he is very happy. Hearing that the Songzhuang masters visit the rivers and lakes every time, they will visit the local temples to worship. This heart can be learned, if there is leisure, after the Songzhuang master breaks the border, you can come to our college for a period of time to stabilize the golden body."
Song Yu burned more and more convinced, and never gestured to remove the fist and hold the fist. "Thank you for the grace of the saint first."
Although I don't know the length of the Guanhu Academy, I used Confucianism, but I can come to the Shushui State from the Academy so quickly. It seems to be just a few steps away from the saints of the Academy.
The Confucian saint who was in charge of Guanhu Academy, smiled, because he was tall and hovering in the air, and the rivers and rivers in the threshold were almost unobstructed. The temperamental old man looked deeply at Song Yu. After the burnt, the back-sworded teenager, the complicated and deep eyes disappeared, it seems that there are both praise and recognition, and there are regrets. There are still some memories. In the end, the old man did not say anything and took back his sight. He reminded Zhou Mo once again: "No Deliberately delay the itinerary, return to the college at a speed, and pay the heavy responsibility to you."
Zhou Mo’s eyes lit up.
Is it a thing in the north?

For the closed-door disciple of careless words disclose the secret, the Confucian sage turned a deaf ear, do not want to say anything here at the College outsiders, but for a full house Jianghuhaoke smile: "Avenue achieving the same martial art as expensive as in Yang Xin Fang Heaven can Dongche wonderful, nurturing martial arts foundation, I hope all of you must not forget the heart of chivalry, I am also willing to Lake view Academy you open the door to self-reflection enlightenment, dedicated intellectual. "
Saints coaching some words, such as Dead Poets Society, but superficial, people remember with affection felt a wonderful.
The lobby is everyone suddenly humbled and privileged, this is the real saint tolerance, academy high winds. So long stood up comb States Heibailiangdao hero Lawrence of water, invariably bowed to bow. Compared to the previous week deterrent to identity academy moment, this time Zuo Yi, to be more convincing, extraordinary admiration.
The figure of the Guanhu Academy's mountain long dissipated in the air, and then a burst of golden light shook.
Before leaving, the saints looked at the back-sworded teenager with a sigh of relief, and they were filled with emotions. The mountain cliffs were quiet and spring. They really chose the big boy who was on the threshold of the martial arts, and the martyrdom of the rumors.
In this matter, in addition to a few people, Guanhu Academy has no one to know. This saint is also seeing it at this moment, and follows the clues and traces and evolves some distant scenery.
At the same time, the saints screamed at the heart of the heart: "Grandly, no matter what you see in the juvenile, you must not be arrogant, remember to be cautious and cautious!"
Zhou Mou replied with a smile: "Mr., see the sages, this is the truth, the disciples will not know?"
The sage has gone, Zhou Mou found that the jade of his waist has disappeared, and it was taken away by his own husband.
Zhou Mo no longer looked back at the lobby, just awkward.
Until he walked out of the gate of Jianshui Villa, he looked back and smiled: "Open your eyes."
He is Zhou, or Zhou Juran, although he is only a sage of the Guanhu Academy, but even the Emperor Cui Minghuang, such as the Baojuan Dajunzi, dare not despise the moment. It’s not just Zhou’s Confucianism, it’s not to be underestimated, it’s not just the experience of a sage who is beaten back to the sage, but Zhou’s ability to see some of his sage’s invisible Scenery, regarding this talent, the sages of Xuegong have personally passed through the mountain of Guanhu Academy, and they must take care of Zhou Mo, and never let Zhou Mo go astray.
The people in the eyes of Zhou Mo are truly "all beings". All practitioners, especially Confucian students, will transform some spiritual meanings with special meaning into certain strange scenes, mostly one place. The small man with a large grain of rice, the size of the fingernail, stays in the body of the person in front of the moment, or in the gas house.
For example, a seemingly energetic college sage, his little man, but he is ashamed, like climbing in the mountains and sweating.
A fussian who is known for his old-fashioned and rigorous academics, but with a strong makeup on his head, can’t get rid of it.
A dead and sturdy college student, there is a small man with a swordsman in his heart, who travels between the palaces.
The sage who once had a full meal, Zhou Ren’s mouthful of morality and morality, has always been known in the academy for his rigorous style and wonderful writing, but Zhou Mou can see the pages of the sage, full of colorful butterflies and bees. Enchanted, full of fat, and a sharp flying sword covered with honey, fluttering wildly.
This kind of person, Zhou can't get used to it, just obeying the teacher's training, and endure it, until one day, after the man was removed from the title of one of the 72 colleges in the Cliff College, it was rumored that Qi Jingchun died and died. The academy migrated from Daxu to Daxie, and the door was cold. The incense of the literary dynasty was almost dying, and the sage was openly slammed into the stone, slamming Qi Jingchun’s scholarship, as a means of fame and fortune. Take this opportunity to win the favor of some old masters and succeed in being a gentleman. Zhou Mou’s perception of the hostile context is not good or evil, but the key to this sage of the sacred sword is that he also borrows the purpose of his own article to attack the Cliff College, which is really annoying, and finally Zhou Mou’s shot Hit the man, playing the guy for half a year did not have a good time to go out.
Cui Minghuang is a map of the Shanhe Society. It has a vast territory, but the smoke is everywhere, and it is fragmented. In this person's heart, there is no one small person.
The chief gentleman of Baoliangzhou is very romantic and famous. The truth is a simple old farmer who guards the cropland and is diligent.
Zhou Mo has had this eccentric magical power from childhood, and he has never forgotten that Wen Si is like a spring. At the age of nine, he secretly entered the academy, followed Mr. to learn the teachings of the saints, and became a sage at the age of fourteen. After that, he still stayed in a school created by Mr., and lived in a simple way. He only dealt with the brothers and sisters in the whole year. After he was twenty years old, he passed through the Temple of Literature. The identification of the rituals, Zhou Mo quickly found signs of "positive people", is expected to catch up with the two kings of Baoliangzhou.
Zhou Mou walked on the road leading to the town of Jianshui Mountain Villa and sighed. "It’s a bit self-defeating."
Walking on the wide open road, a figure appeared on the side of the sage's side, and asked softly: "Jum, but what strange sights have you seen?"
Zhou Mo smiled: "My good gentleman, can you not scare your disciples so much? If you scare you so good a seedling, then the gentleman will cry."
The figure of the academies of the academy is side by side with Zhou.
Zhou smiled and said: "Sir, this time, I don't want to talk to you, kill you."
The old man of Confucianism laughed. "Alright, you are waiting to go back to the college to eat the board."
The sage is really leaving.
Zhou Mou walked alone on the road to a foreign land, screaming and shaking his head.
There is a clear-cut body that is gifted by others, but it is compatible with the soul, and there is no rejection. Therefore, the young boy, a Confucian meteorological, has a meteorological atmosphere.
Between the juveniles, the two sleeves have a breeze, and the shoulders are like picking up the sunny flowers and trees, and the grass grows long and beautiful.
There are small people sitting, playing wine cellars, swaying the vermilion wine gourd, there are sandals, small people, standing on the water, piled up the mountain...
There is a little man who turns over the book, don't have a scorpion, look down at the book, read an article, like there are roadblocks everywhere, so the brow is wrinkled, scratching his head, guilty.
There are also a few small people who sit cross-legged and smile, and pick up a coin from time to time, bite in the mouth, or rub a meal with their sleeves.
A little man, full of jewels, running around, handing out one thing here, offering another piece of hands over there, like sending someone else's beloved things...
There are so many whimsy, all kinds of obsessions are deep-rooted, but still clear-minded, there are such strange young lang under the sun?
Zhou Mou converges with a smile, sighs, and he says that he is arrogant, but he does not want to be such a teenager at all, because doing such a person should be very tired.
But if you can become friends with such people, it should be good.
Zhou Mo thought about one thing, suddenly rising to the ground, rising into the sky, the wind is far away, the foot is the mountain rivers of the country, the gap between the clouds and the sea, the mountains are undulating, Zhou Mo said to himself: "This has seen the Taoist Heavenly King of the Luluzhou, or else I will follow the advice of the man, pick a big blessed land, and take the identity of the immortal, and let go of the scenery elsewhere? Otherwise, I am in this realm, and the thunder will not move better. Years, I really can't pull out the squats, and there is no movement at all."

Of course, Chen Ping’an did not know the magical power of the sage, and he has seen so many secrets.
The visit of the sages of the Guanhu Academy may be a wonderful sight for a person in the waters of the country. For Chen Ping, it is actually not shocking, whether it is in the hometown of Zhuzhudong or after Going to Daxie, Chen Pingan has seen too many things that are incredible. Even in the picture of the mountains and rivers of the old man, Chen Ping has seen the Suishan in Zhongtu Shenzhou, even I handed out the sword of the mountain.
In the lobby of the villa, Chen Ping did not stay too long, because Song Yuburn quickly left after saying a word.
The old man’s words provoked waves in everyone’s heart.
"The dynasty of the imperial court that came to the Bishan Villa has already retired."
The girl, one of the four sisters in the country, actually went back to the village with both of them, but did not dare to face a scholar sage. She was hiding in the dark, but the saints and the sages did not care. Let her scream for the rest of her life. After confirming that both of them had left the village, this was the entrance to the lobby. After the seat, they talked with Song Fengshan, but the girl was practicing the spirits, and the heart lake was involved. Song Fengshan was Wufu. Gongfa, Condensed Polyline, one needs to practice the fifth place of the spirit, one needs the fourth place of the martial arts.
Song Fengshan’s wife began to squat and appease the heroes.
Song Fengshan’s look is not fixed.
In the midst of relief, Song Fengshan’s mood is somewhat complicated.
Grandpa Song Yuburn, really one person and one sword blocked in front of the army, but also smashed the generals Chu Yu, saved his many plans of Song Fengshan, not only that, grandfather and the hidden young sword fairy in In the middle of the mountains, the Qingzhu Swordsman Susie, who was convinced by his secret letter, in turn, intercepted and set up the ancient Shu State Swordsman, Lin Gulou, and bought the Loulou, and Lin Gushan was cut by Su Shi and a sword. On the head, the green bead became the best evidence of Su Shi's "Swordsman Sword Sword", but unfortunately, buying a scorpion assassin to escape with a mysterious injury may be a variable.
Song Fengshan secretly smiled at the girl: "According to the agreement, after the event, I will help you become a mountain of the Shushui State court. You can have a golden body and enjoy the incense. But the ugly words are in the front, after becoming the golden god, you If you want to skyrocket and lie down, you still need to follow my plan. In the next few decades, you will break your heart and hold your nose to do good things in order to win the hearts of the people. If you break the contract, it is difficult to change the tyranny. Xiaoli will break my big things, and when I am between you and me, I will only meet each other."
The girl smiled with a smile: "The Shaozong master has no choice but to be a slave."
Song Fengshan condensed: "I still have to trouble you to go to Zhangzhou City, to inform Han Yuanshan, the situation has changed. After the Zhouhu Academy, there will be someone looking for trouble. As for him, he still has to be in Chu. In the center of the Shushui National Temple, it is up to him to decide."
The girl lamented and stood up, ready to go to the state to remind the lover Han Yuanshan. "Under the bed, the slaves are working hard. Oh, you remember, with the boy named Chen Ping, ask for a piece from Chu. The captured A-Pill, regardless of whether the owner is spending money to buy, or relying on human exchange, things must be left behind. If my family is good at the future, it is necessary to be rich and dangerous, and pretend to be a Chu, this nectar will be the key thing. ""
Song Fengshan replied: "I have my own care."
The girl knows the cold-blooded heart of this person, no longer draws more than what she says, and leaves the lobby.
One old and one less went to the yard where the village was arranged for Chen Ping.
Previously in the mountains, the first to buy the Loulou landlord has been lurking for a long time, sneak attack Chen Ping, then Jian Zunlin Gushan arrived, entangled Song Yu.
If Chen Ping and Song Yu are at their peak, there is no suspense in winning or losing, they will surely crush the two killers who were ordered to act, but Chen Hei’s deliberate loss is serious, and the control of the first fifteen is far worse. The army was so skillful that it made a good match with the second-time buyer of the building, and Song Yu burned the upper hand. However, Lin Gushan was in full swing and could not get away for a while, helping Chen Ping to kill together. The top assassin who is a ghost.
After that, Qingzhu Jianxian and the girl 嬷嬷 appeared one after another. Both sides seem to have one ally to reinforce each other. It is reasonable to say that the Lin Gushan side has a bigger chance of winning.
Su Shi and Lin Gushan joined forces to fight against Song Yu. The girl and Chen Pingan bought the landlord against the enemy.
After that, it was a dramatic change in the situation. Su Shiyi cut off the head of Lin Gushan, and bought the Loulou landlord. The plane was not good. Once again, Chen Pingyi tried to control Feijian fifteen and pierced the abdomen. Was successfully escaped from the battlefield by this assassin. The girl seems to be doing what she wants, and she is doing the same thing, and the truth is not necessarily the case. After all, the life and death of a foreigner’s youth has nothing to do with the overall situation of the country, and he accidentally died in the deep forests and lacked an insider who is not easy to control. Maybe it is better for her.
When I arrived at the yard, the big man and the young Taoist were not in the mountain village today. Chen Ping had already persuaded him to go to the town early, saying that he would leave today and go to the Xianjia Ferry on the border. Chen Pingan did not have a Tibetan Mastiff. He told the two friends straightforwardly that Zhang Shanfeng had to accompany him, but he was stopped by Xu Yuanxia and went to the town.
After sitting down at the stone table, Song Yu burned softly: "The generals Chu Yu is mostly dead."
Chen Pingan is not convinced.
Just like in the previous otter, the woman with a scabbard tipped to herself, that is, the rivers and lakes were walking.
Then Chu Yu led the army to Nanjian Jianshui Mountain Villa, which is the military commander in the battlefield.
Chen Pingan took out the man from the sleeve and handed it to the old man. The previous girl begged for this, and Chen Ping was unwilling to come up.
Song Yu burned the hand: "Chu Yu is your gain, this nail is of course yours."
Chen Ping shook his head and said: "I still hold it with the old predecessors. Since the female devil asks for it, this nailball is definitely not a matter of money. I just don't like her to act for others, and I don't want to give it to her."
Song Yu burned and laughed: "Otherwise, the small snow money savings of the mountain village, all for you? Otherwise, it will not be in line, I will be embarrassed in my heart, and owe money and owe human feelings. As for Fengshan, there is no mountain overhead, by He tossed himself. Anyway, this kid is big and big, and I don't believe he can't get thousands of small snow money."
Chen Pingan grinned and said: "It’s a friend. In fact, it doesn’t matter if you owe it to the people. Next time I come to the villa, the older generation will ask me to drink more."
Song Yu burned and said: "It’s hard to be owed to people than to owe money. It’s what your kid said. It’s no problem for a friend to owe a lover. It’s still what you said. Why, the truth under the sun is your peace?

Chen Pingan took off the sword and raised the gourd, and relaxedly and sipped his mouth. He had no worries and no burden. After walking the rivers and lakes, he drank a good drink, not to hide his eyes and ears. The battlefield was very beautiful. "The old Songs did not When I am a friend, I will only pay back the money and return to the human condition. I will finish it in one breath, and it will be refreshing and refreshing. After I am too big, I will pass through the country, and I will not come to the village to drink Huadiao wine to eat hot pot."
Song Yuburn hesitated for a moment, helpless, had to accept the arsenal of the arsenal, and joked: "What is going on with your kid, I am somewhat confused."
Chen Pingan blinked his eyes. "When I was an apprentice in the Dragon Kiln in my hometown, the Master who taught me to burn porcelain said a truth, sent people to the head, and bought and sold."
Song Yu burned a bit, "What are you doing?"
Chen Pingan Yan Yan said: "The meaning is that the relationship is good, it is okay to send a cow to a friend, but to do business, a pin of money, all have to be recorded in the account."
Yao Laotou is full of muddy truth, the book is still not spoken. However, in the Jiaozhi County of Choi-kwok, Chong Miaodao said similar words before his death.
Therefore, Chen Pingan feels that this relatively rough truth is mostly correct.
Song Yu burned and laughed, and reached out to the teenager, saying: "Gua Waer, you must have money in the future!"
Chen Pingan holds his fists in his hands and smiles brightly. "I hope hope."
Song Yu burned and smiled. "The mountain village will not leave you. I will explain the matter, then go to the town together, please eat the hot pot, then you and the friends will go to the ferry."
Chen Ping nodded. After the old man went to find the Chu Guan incident, he returned to his small courtyard room and changed into a clean clothes. He left a golden material on the table. He had already painted a good symbol, which is a treasure town. Demon, the boy pressed with a wine glass.
When the two left the battlefield and received three hundred dollars of snow money with the old man, Chen Pingan just thought about making the old man feel at ease.
No matter how much the temperament of the teenager has changed now, for example, it has changed from a muddy leg that has not been drunk to a small alcoholic who knows how good or bad the wine is, but there are some things that are difficult to change. For a thousand years, it is still the case.
It is a blessing to lose money, and it is cheap to be cheap. These reasons are mentioned in the book, and more than one book is spoken.
Finally, the old sword of the country, the holy sword, came a small parcel and two altars, and the two met in the courtyard. Chen Ping’s wine gourd was filled with wine again, just left an altar and went to the town to eat hot pot. Needless, the old man said to help him with a parcel with small snow money and some small items.
After leaving the small courtyard, the old-fashioned white-haired villa was standing at the door, and smiled at Chen Ping’s fist: "Chen Shaoxia often came to the mountain to be a guest. From this year, Jianshui Villa will prepare a lot of Huadiao wine, making a special trip for Chen Shaoxia. To ensure that you can drink the most authentic old wines in the next time."
Chen Pingan fists: "Never polite!"
Song Yuzhuo and Chen Pingan once again flew away from the villa.
The old steward stood in the same place. For a long time, he did not want to leave. He smiled and smiled. Looking at the old Zhuangzhu, it was really different from the suffocating stagnation of the past few decades. At this time, the old Zhuangzhu was like walking in the rivers and lakes. The spirit is high and the spirit is flying.
Therefore, we will be able to enjoy the rivers and lakes of the water country for decades.
The old man walked back and walked back. During the meeting with the two prostitutes who were responsible for the yard, the old manager who was not ridiculous had a lot of smiles, and the pair of young swordsmen were flattered. They only thought that the sun was coming out from the west.
The two went to the town, and the imprisonment of the imperial court was removed from the court.
In the restaurant, I met Xu Yuanxia and Zhang Shanfeng. The four people were still on the second floor and ate the hot pot. Because the last Song Yu burned from the registration number, the shopkeeper was somewhat cautious and was laughed at by the old man’s mantra. Only to recover a few points. Zhang Shanfeng was not very hot, and he didn't want to be in the market. He had to eat and shed tears. Chen Pingan said that drinking can solve the problem. As a result, the young Taoist squirted Chen Ping.
At the wine table, the old man also drank a bit high. He did not use the Wufu realm to dispel the stomach, and he insisted on Chen Ping and the two.
I also had a lot of heartfelt words with Chen Ping, and some didn’t, I just talked about what I thought.
"Chen Ping An, it is not a pleasing thing to talk about this matter. Girls don't like to listen, men are not good at where to go, the world is difficult to mix, a stomach is awkward, and there are people who want to listen." You said that you are bothering and not bothering? If you know the right thing, you can't do it yourself. Isn't it more poked?"
Juveniles drink and eat spicy, and some tongues have been knotted. They retorted: "I have occasions to say something, but I really never quarrel with people, and fight at most!"
The old man also said: "If a girl tells you later, Chen Ping, you are a good person..."
The teenager looked forward and looked forward, "Is that what it is?"
The old man patted the table and gloated: "You are a child! Be a fart, your relationship is definitely yellow!"
The teenager stayed in the woods, and then quickly drank a large sip of wine.
After the sip of the meal, the three people bid farewell to Song Yuburn at the end of the street.
After the figure of the three people went further and further, Song Fengshan overhanged an iron sword and appeared silently beside the old man.
The old man looked into the distance and sighed.
Song Fengshan said coldly: "I am your grandson, or is he?"
The old man hit a haha.
Although Song Fengshan is resentful, his mouth is somewhat smiling.
It turned out that the old man was in the package, and loaded nearly two thousand small snow money in Jianshui Villa, one did not give the villa left.
Chen Pingan was on the wine table and was always drunk by the old man. He was drunk and walked with his feet and was full of alcohol. For the time being, I can take care of the small messenger in the back of the package.
The old rivers and lakes are old rivers and lakes, and the teenagers are still too tender.