Chapter 341: Next eleven

After Zhong Kui left the museum, the old Taoist priests were born in a group of old-fashioned priests. The old Taoist priest suddenly turned around and shrank a thousand miles away. He came to the courtyard where Chen Ping was located.
Chen Ping, who is still in a daze and has not yet returned to his heart, hastened to bend over and clenched his fists. "The younger generation Chen went to see the old immortal."
Before Zhong Kui talked about his own death and death, he said that he was an understatement. He mentioned the Taoist people in Taipingshan, but he did not hide his closeness.
The old Taoist priest reached out and pressed twice. "No need for more gifts."
After Chen Pingan straightened his waist, he asked: "I don't know if the old immortal teacher went back, but what happened?"
The old Taoist looked at Chen Ping’s peace and nodded.
It’s really a hero.
It’s no wonder that both Huang Ting and Zhong Kui are looking at you.
Chen Ping did not understand, but did not ask.
The old Taoist was in a good mood, and asked with a smile: "Self-proclaimed swordsman, what about your sword?"
In the first and fifteenth days of Feijian, who had appeared from Yang Jian, the Taoist Taoist priests turned a blind eye.
Chen Pingan said honestly: "Before practicing boxing, I just practiced swords, so I practiced swords at this time. They are all virtual swords, and more are still in mind."
The old Taoist whispered to himself: "I knew that before, I shouldn't have been busy with people in the past. If I lose, I should miss the situation of watching you in the flower garden."
The old man is tall and wears a hibiscus crown that symbolizes one of the Taoist three veins. The robes are white, and they are white hair and white whiskers.
Chen Ping did not know how to answer, and he did not speak.
In the face of these old gods who are like a torch, they don't have to be smart at all. Any whitewashing is tantamount to the old-fashioned rouge, the child wears the official uniform, and laughs generously.
The old Taoist suddenly asked: "The poor road can lend you a sword, and the time is good, and it can be negotiated in a hundred years. You can exchange it for you, you can also pay for the rain."
Chen Pingan hesitated, or shook his head: "Thank you for the good intentions of the old immortal, but I actually have a sword."
Chen Pingan is a bit stunned. "Not to mention that I don't have a valley rain money."
The old Taoist priest did not force it. The reason why he wanted to use the sword to give this young man was too much to appreciate the millennial agreement between him and Zhong Kui.
There is also a deeper selfishness in the goodwill, but after the words are spoken, there has been some regret.
Still don't want to pull out the seedlings.
The Fusong Zong’s chaos made the Taoist priests somewhat worried.
As for why he returned to the small courtyard, he saw the strange movement of Chen Pingxin Lake. It seems that the death of Zhong Kui has a great impact on people's mood.
But when he looked at it carefully, he let go of his heart.
Those who practice, avoid the heart as a boat, and follow the tide. As for those who are in a state of turmoil, such as catkins, in the eyes of the old Taoist priests, they are not worthy of taboos. They should not be disciplined or repaired. They are lucky enough to climb the realm. All are for the fly camp shit, and they are eager to win the aura. In addition to arrogant and arrogant, what can you do good things?
However, the old Taoist can no longer be used to practicing the temperament of many repairing and uncultivating, and can only guard the three-point land of Taiping Mountain, so that the doorstep of his own hills is not good.
Chen Pingan asked with a thick face: "I don't know the old immortal, is there a guardian?"
The old Taoist nodded and said: "I have two large mountain guards in Taipingshan. The center of the array is the moonlight mirror. It can take care of the evil spirits in the world, so that it can be seen in the distance. It depends on the distance and the repair of the people in the environment. High and low, once taken by the mirror, you can let it fall briefly. After that, it is the turn of the four swords to appear, four ancient swords, imitation of the ancient four great swords, is the rank of the semi-celestial soldiers, formed into a sword array It is equal to a fairy soldier, thousands of miles away, and the next old animal, if not refining one of them, has long been killed by the poor road, and then run it thousands of miles Nothing. Now it has escaped a death, but the immortality is about the same, the old beast has just been in the 12th territory, the realm is unstable, plus it has to be suppressed by the rules of the world, now the life is destroyed, the real body is again It’s not worth mentioning that you have pulled out a few holes and hurt the gods."
When the old Taoist priest mentioned the old sword of the back sword, the murderous spirit, the aura of the pound is like the essence, the white mist is stunned, like a slender stream of water lingering around, the old Taoist priests received the heart, the vision disappeared, this is actually One of the sequelae of the fall, "the trouble is troublesome. The old animal suddenly bursts into the ground, and the ancient dragon veins that have broken down are disappearing. Most of them are a premeditated retreat."
The old Taoist priest pointed to the top of his head. "The previous poor roads smashed one with the old beasts. Later, they repelled a sinister sin. A Confucian saint who was in charge of the sky above Tongyezhou, of course saw it and fell on us. Taipingshan, after learning that Zhong Kui’s death, he was furious and went to chase the white scorpion himself. Where did he think that he still hid the old animal? Now, look at Huang Ting, which has some causality with it, to find out the clues. As long as it was discovered, even if Huang Ting died, one of the 72 saints who accompanied the Confucian Temple, this prepared shot, could be fatal."
Chen Ping’s words are stopped.
The old Taoist smiled and said: "This is the worst situation. Huang Ting’s has always been lucky. He has tempered his temper in the sacred place. There are two ancient swords sheltering and chasing the white pheasant. Maybe it is a chance to break through. ""
Chen Pingan snorted.
The old Taoist smiled and said, "After being forced out of the poor road, I thought that I would blame her for a long time. I didn’t expect this gimmick. I mentioned you many times along the way, saying that I must go later. Dalong Longquan is looking for you."
The old Taoist swayed his sleeves gently. "It’s strange. The poor road is not a talkative person. Tonight’s words are worth a few decades of saliva. Closer to home, my Taipingshan’s mountain guards have a lot of origins, both offensive and defensive. It is the Shangzong and Authentic Mountain Gates of many Middle-earth Shenzhou, but it is not so. The poor roads are not self-evident of your refining and operation, which involves the mountain and water transportation of the Taiping Mountain, but the poor road itself has a mountain guard. It is a mysterious Dongfu from the ancient immortal. It can be sold to you. It is too expensive to eat. It costs money to build a large array of operations and eats mountains and waters. The poor road was originally planned to be one day. If you want to stand on your own, you can open a sect in other places in Tongyezhou, or simply marry a woman, and form a Taoist companion with someone, and then give her a dowry, and it will inevitably lead to a poor half of the coffin."
Chen Pingan swallowed, not related to Huang Ting and the dowry, coffin and the like, but was scared by the four words, "too much money"!
The old Taoist found Chen Heping’s hesitant look, laughed and joked:
It’s a good calculation, and the poor road likes it!

Not waiting for Chen Pingan to understand the joints, the old Taoist priests are no longer guarding the mountain ridge, and whispered softly: "Chen Pingan. Although the poor road does not know what baby you have, you can cover up the secret and prevent others from pushing. Divination of your position and fortune, but such things, you must cherish it, it is really an object that can not be met, the entire Taiping Mountain, there is only one, it is still left behind by our ancestors."
Chen Pingan remembered the inconspicuous oil-paper umbrella and focused on it.
Look at Chen Pingan.
The old Taoist is very pleased.
The female crown Huang Ting, the gentleman Zhong Kui, are the young people of the old Taoist priests who have a handful of eyes.
Now add this Chen Ping.
The old Taoist priest thinks that it is better to live in the southeast than the Wutong Yezhou, and the vast expanse of the world. This kind of young people can have one more.
The world is in chaos.
There are still pillars.
In order to prevent the ghost of Zhong Kui, the old Taoist priest was taken to Huangquan Road by the Hades and fell into a realm. He knew that there was no chance in this life to make up for the biggest regret in his heart.
The Taipingshan ancestor, after successfully succeeding in the immortal world, was given the title of Guanmiao Tianjun by his path, and his status was detached.
The greatest regret of the old Taoist priests is that in history, regardless of the Confucian orthodox world, or the Taoist world, as long as there is a Tao from the true king, no matter which pulse of the three veins, Please be sure to teach your ancestors to come and hand over the robes, the crown and a token, but Guan Miao Tianjun is the latest Tianjun in the world, but he has not been able to see the big master. Leaving Bai Yujing, I will come to this vast world. Laotianjun did not dare to speculate, but the Taiping Mountain was up and down, and it was all pondering. For this reason, the Taipingshan lord also specially ran the school in the northernmost part of Wutong Yezhou, tentative inquiry. It is not that the Confucian saints who accompanied the statues in the Temple of Literature stalked from them, which made them unable to appear.
The master of the academy is also a refreshing person. He is too lazy to circle with the Taipingshan lord. He smiles and asks, the other two teachers may have this "treatment", but it is the fragrant fire of your Confucianism. His old man wants to come to the world, who will stop it?
After getting this reply, Lao Tianjun became more and more depressed.
When I think about it, I can only think that my realm is high enough, but the avenue is still small. Therefore, I teach my ancestors to intentionally beat myself.
Before the Battle of Taipingshan, Laotianjun would still think that if he was promoted to the future, he would always be able to see the master.
Now it has become a luxury.
It is inevitable that there will be no regrets.
The old Taoist just wanted to leave, Chen Pingan said: "Thank you for being a real person!"
The old Taoist smiled and asked: "Why do you thank me? Is it because of the fall of Zhong Kui?"
The old Tianjun shook his head. "No need, this is Taipingshan owe him."
Chen Pingan said: "Thank you for the old real people and the Taiping Mountain. I want to know the gods on the mountain and the chivalrous heart of the world."
The old Taoist priest was in a good mood. "Well, I never thought that your kid was almost like Zhong Kui. It was very good at smashing the horse."
Chen Pingan said helplessly: "It is my true heart."
The old Taoist smiled at the young man. "There is a sincere heart, that is what makes people comfortable."
The old Taoist priest left.
A small head squatted on the window, staring at the side of the yard.
It is strange to say that the appearance of Zhong Kui and Lao Tianjun, no one in the museum has noticed that only the money may be mistakenly hit, and Chen Zhongping in the yard in the middle of the night.
Chen Ping looked back and looked at the money. "Go to sleep."
Not to mention okay, Chen Pingan spoke, and when he saved the money, he moved the stool and climbed the window sill with his legs and feet. He jumped down and landed steadily.
Chen Pingan asked: "Don't sleep, what are you doing here?"
Save money and please: "I can't sleep, talk to you for a while."
Chen Pingan waved his hand and said that he had to practice boxing. You are willing to stay.
After seeing a scent of money, he was sleepy and talked with Chen Pingan. He took a deep breath and sprinted to the window sill of the house. He jumped high and was estimated to try to press his hands on the window sill first. The legs are swaying, thinking about it, it’s prevailing.
As a result, the chin suddenly slammed into the window sill.
Back down to the ground.
Chen Pingan turned his head and could not bear to look straight.
Saving money sat on the ground, reaching for his mouth, turning his head, tears, and screaming.
Chen Pingan walked over, crouched down, gently took her hand, looked at it, and smiled and asked: "Is it still heroic?"
The little girl’s black face fell, and the teardrops slammed down.
Chen Pingan had to put away her smile and help her to stand up. "There is a little girl who is similar to you. It is also so frizzy, but she is more painful than you, and she is replaced by her. I laugh, maybe I still have to comfort me."
Chen Ping added, "But there are different tempers, and you don't have to learn her."
The two sat at the stone table.
I just dared to open my mouth slightly, and I was vague and asked: "What is her name?"
Chen Pingan said: "She is called Li Baobo, who likes to wear a big red cotton jacket, and also likes to call my little teacher."
Money and whispered, "Do you like her very much?"
Chen Ping nodded.
Under the sun, how can I have a little teacher who doesn't like Li Bao? !
She is right.
Money is silent.
Chen Pingan asked: "When I saw me walking and practicing boxing, how?"
It’s not a disguise to save money. I don’t know why I asked this.
Chen Pingan also followed the confusion. "You never thought about stealing?"
Asked the money and asked: "I am learning to dangle and walk to dry?"
She stood up, fluttering, claws and claws, pretending to pull out the sword and squirting her fingers. The slammed together and jumped a few times. They also played a set of Wang Baquan, and they made a mess. "Of course I have to learn." The most powerful move to school!"
Chen Pingan did not feel any ridiculous, but looked dignified.
On the street of Huanhua Fudi, Lu Yu Yu Jian.
Chen Ping’s school dragon.
And the gods and drums that repel the autumn.
There are some scattered moves with the devil head Ding Ying.
Can't talk about the shape.
but.
Some people have said that practicing boxing does not practice the truth, causing ghosts to laugh. But if you practice boxing, you can throw away all the boxings and practice your true meaning.
In Chen Ping’s impression, only one person can do it.
Sure enough.
Chen Pingan asked a question: "When you stare at Shao Dao in the daytime, what do you see?"
I can't answer the money.
Chen Pingan said: "As long as you don't lie, no matter what you say, it doesn't matter."
After paying for it, I looked around and whispered: "I think that surnamed Shao is not good, not a good thing."
Chen Ping asked the second question, "Can you see the old man tonight?"
I saved my money and nodded.
Chen Pingan has some helplessness.
That is the Taipingshan ancestor who made the great deity of the abbot world.
Chen Pingan asked again, "If you have a good time in practicing martial arts, you feel that someone has bullied you, what do you do. Tell the truth!"
Hesitant to hesitate to pay, "I only killed half a fist?"
Seeing Chen Pingan seems to be angry, simply broke the jar and broke his arms, arms around his chest, and screamed: "A fist hits and pulls down!"
Chen Pingxiao asked: "If you are actually wrong?"
I am arrogant and arrogant: "I stay with you every day, and I will make mistakes!"
Chen Pingan was crying and laughing inside, and asked with a slap in the face: "You can always go out and travel by yourself, walking the rivers and lakes."
I don’t know why I want to go out alone, there are so many bad people outside, what can I do? And if I don’t bring enough money when I arrive, I go hungry every day, I will steal it. Grab, you know, and will hit me, I can do it? Right, so I still don't go out."
Chen Pingan asked: "If one day, you are very good at practicing martial arts, more powerful than me?"
I was frowning, thinking very hard, and shook my head: "I am lazy, I like to sleep, I am afraid of pain, you don't know, walk before, there are blisters on the soles of the feet, when I break, I I cried all the scorpions. When you were fighting with people in the inn, both arms were able to see the bones, you wouldn’t cry, I can’t, I looked down at my arm, maybe I’m going to scare It’s the past. Hey, if there is a peerless martial arts that can be practiced overnight without suffering, then it’s good.

Chen Pingan smiled and said, "Do you know that you are lazy, don't go up, and are courageous?"
Qian Qiang pulled his head and was downcast.
Chen Ping asked: "Why don't you talk?"
The money sweared: "The chin hurts."
Chen Pingan smiled and turned his back, leaning against the stone table and looking at the night sky.
I learned the money, but she was so small that she could only hold the back of the head against the stone table.
Chen Pingan whispered: "After the year, you are 11 years old, so you have to read more books and learn more."
There is a long way to go.
It’s really harder than practicing a million pounds.
But it is quite good.
Chen Ping’s rare and talked about the money and said something in his heart.
When I was in my hometown, I was a little bigger and I never read a book. Mr. Qi told me that he was in the book and he was outside the book.

Chen Pingan finally whispered: "I hope everyone in the world can meet a Mr. Qi when he is young."
The money is still the little girl who just likes to pick and choose to listen to.
For example, Chen Pingan said that she is 11 years old next year.
In this world, only Chen Ping will remember this. She is ten years old this year and eleven years old next year.

The Taoist Taoist priest suddenly stopped his body shape and took out the coffin. The Zhongkui ghost appeared and fell.
Above the sea of ​​clouds, Zhong Kui saw a person who was most familiar with him, Da Fu Shuyuan, his husband.
The academy master is just watching Zhong Kui.
Zhong Kui whispered, "Mr.?"
The mountain owner seems to have been afraid of this bad news before, even if he can't believe what he sees now, "It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this."
The difference between a thought, he should not go to the 趟 游 tour, should not let this "life is the best I want" students to go to Taipingshan. It’s time to stay in the inn’s inn’s inn, staring at the nine-tailed fox that can’t be hidden.
Although Jiuweihu is a big demon in the 12th world, her identity is too special, her generation is too high, so her real name has already been leaked. As long as she knows the real names of all the ancient demon in the world, Zhong Kui is only in the world. It is equal to the power of self-protection.
No one thought of the backsword of Taipingshan, which was the chief culprit in the escape of the Jingong demon.
Zhong Kui really can't stand the current atmosphere. Lang said: "Mr., it's just a matter of words. Scholars, either educate and educate the people, help the community, or remove the magic guards with a proper attitude..."
The mountain lord was furious. "Need you to tell me about these principles?!"
Zhong Kui is ashamed.
Lao Tianjun sighed, "If the school is to ask questions, our Taiping Mountain will never shirk."
When the mountain owner faces the old Taoist, he is not treating the attitude of Zhong Kui. He respectfully said: "My brother, I will be annoyed, but I will not ask the sin. What is the sin of Taipingshan? Can't you protect Taipingshan? Why can't you protect the land fairy?"
Zhong Kui softly added: "Sir, the old man named Liang Su."
The mountain owner is going to get angry again.
Zhong Kui immediately shut up.
The old Taoist sighed: "After this disaster, Tong Yezhou may be slightly better, but Po Ou Chau and Fu Yao Chau, I am afraid that there will be a lot of chaos. Previously, all three continents have been born with treasures, and it really is the plan of the Yaozu."
Then the old man whispered: "Your academy must protect the boy who helped Fu Zongzong. He can break this thing..."
Did not continue to say.
The mountain leader nodded: "It is reasonable. I have already discussed with Fusong, and the boy will become a fame in the Dafu Academy. As for whether he will become a Confucian disciple in the future, he will look at the young man's own mind."
The old Taoist smiled and said: "The retired disciple of Bohai ran to be a gentleman, and Fusong was not allowed to fight with you?"
The mountain owner mentioned Fusong Zong and the great monk Bohai, some embarrassed, "Bohai admits that whether it is to collect a teenager as a rumored disciple, or to give it to the weapon, it is all right, but when he sees a teenager, he is hard to find in the sea. Calm, it will hinder the practice, and there is no way to get into the fairyland in a lifetime. How can I go to the Great Wall in the future and kill other 12 big monsters?"
The old Taoist priest looks pity. "Tongye Zhou’s only pair of gods and gods on the Five Kingdoms, it’s a pity that it’s a rare combination of heaven and earth. It’s hard to break the border with the sea. The more you insist on your hard work, the harder it is. eliminate."
The mountain owner smiled bitterly: "Some things, others can persuade, some things, not easy to persuade."
The old Taoist sighed.
It is difficult to climb the heavens.
It was only a long time ago that it was said that it was not difficult to climb the sky and it was difficult to repair the road.

Middle-earth Shenzhou, one of the most embarrassing mountains.
There is a golden armor, with his hands on his sword and covered with a visor. He can't see the face of this god. He stands next to a mountain top stone, and there is an old Confucian sitting cross-legged on top of the stone tablet, extremely rude.
The old man’s sleeves licked his fingers and shot his thighs.
Good good!

The golden armor has pulled the corner of his mouth.
The old man was proud and asked: "I am a rehearsal disciple, what?"
I entangled the old guy for a full month of gold armor, impatiently said: "Good, OK?"
The poor old man pointed at the man who almost climbed up with the huge stone tablet. Haha smiled and said: "You are the most admired virtue of this oral dissatisfaction."
Then the old man started to mention the hero again. He thought that I was quarreling with people. When they lost, they were all like this bird. I was very comfortable."
The golden armor is one of the five gods of the whole earth in Shenzhou. He smiled and said: "Who originally proposed to make you a poor show, and you are in the Confucian Temple? You tell me, I will ask if he is embarrassed. Dog eyes."
This is a big suspense recognized by Confucianism.
The old thief laughed and said, "Guess?"
Suishan Great God has a good temper, some people have been whispering in the ear for a whole month, but also irritated, not to mention the old man who has never seen a rabbit and does not scatter the eagle, can there be good things?
It’s okay now,
I guess your uncle!

The old man only raised his thumb and pointed to himself. "It’s not my uncle, it’s our ancestors. I hope that his old man is my uncle, hehe, but unfortunately..."
The sacred mountain god, who was not tamed with the world, was so sullen, straightened his waist, and both hands loosened the hilt, and bowed to the heaven and earth, and apologized to the sage.
The old man said to himself: "You know that I am a person, my face is very thin, I always like to warn myself, I am not convinced, but I can only learn high, the article is well written, the reason is wonderful, so we are As for the Holy Master, I found me, bitter, and persuaded, and moved me to the wrong. The Holy Master said that I am better than what I thought was the general place, but one of them, I think it’s the heart. Going, since the ancient sages must be true heroes, heroes may not be sages! I heard, I feel that the Holy Master understands me, and I have a small request with the ancestors..."
Suishan God Shen Shen said: "I don't want to listen, shut up!"
The old show was awkward and said: "You guys are so good and bad?"
Suishan God sneered: "If I am good or bad, can you go up the mountain?"
The old man licked his chin and felt that this matter was not self-sufficient. He immediately changed his mind: "The old cow nose in the East China Sea, the temper is really not pleasing, the man is still okay, the shot is quite wide, not falling. I know that sending the child is as good as it is, although it does not help the practice, the world is a matter of things, it is just as good as it is, just to help cover up the sky, even better than the top of the fight in the year of Aliang. I don’t care about him when he is doing something in the flower garden."
Suishan Da Shen sarcastically said: "If you want to slap your wrists at this time, can you do it?"
The old-fashioned scholars have a long-term heart: "Our readers still have to be different from others in terms of reason, killing and killing, smashing the sky, and not being true."
There is no rebuttal to the destruction of the Suishan Great God.
The old man only had his hands in the sleeves, and the hurricane of the top of the mountain was soaring. It was the golden armor of the Suishan Great God, which had all the symbols, but the sleeves and hair of the old show were not so etheric.
The old show whispered: "The saint is hard to die, the gentleman is hard to live."
"There are hundreds of philosophers, only our Confucianism, do not deliberately pay attention to what kind of guardians. The academy is the greatest guardian of the world's scholars. Haoran Tianxia University Palace, 72 colleges, have such a gentleman who died before the sanctification I think these gentlemen who are not smart enough are the backbone of our world, can..."
The old man said that there was no word at all, and he turned and sighed and asked: "Stupid big, you want to say it."
The Suishan Great God said indifferently: "The sky is standing."
The old show only once again shot the thigh, "Great good!"
The Suishan Great God said coldly: "You have never been a gentleman of Confucianism."
The old show is silent.

In the Temple of Literature, a saint came out of his statue of clay sculpture, and the platform was extremely high. The statue was extremely close to the center of the Holy Master. He also led a boy who followed him from other places to the vast world.
After taking the boy out of the threshold, the saint turned his head and looked at the vacant position of the statue. He smiled at the teenager: "You will have a chance to fight with someone in the future."