Chapter 905: Hometown

At the end of the new year, there was another heavy snowfall, with countless pieces of jade.
A military ferry of the Daquan Dynasty has sailed far from the northern border, and within a few hours, it will reach the Xiandushan Ferry.
There was an old man wearing an old and heavy fox fur. He traveled north by boat along the way, occasionally leaving the house and walking to the boat rail, watching the winding mountains and rivers in the wind and snow.
If you want to experience abundance, you will be swayed by the fairy algae.
It's no longer the barren fields and countless dead bones under the mountain, the only bleak scene in the mountains where apes climb the withered vines and cranes look at the tombstones.
On the side of the ferry, a green shirt suddenly gathered the clouds and water, hovering in the wind and snow.
The green shirt and the long gown, the hostess on the head, the double knives on the waist, the volley and the emptiness, keep pace with the ferry.
This blue-shirted swordsman, who appeared next to the ferry without warning, seemed to be strolling in the air, but in fact he was as fast as an eagle.
Thousands of horses are imprisoned and angered against all enemies.
Liu Zong walked out of the cabin, came to the bow deck, leaned against the railing, smiled and waved: "Brother Chen!"
The chief worshipper of the Daquan Yao family made a gesture to indicate that the worship and the soldiers on the ferry side should not be nervous, they are his own family members.
After Chen Pingan settled down on the ferry side, he shouted "Brother Liu".
The short old man grinned with a beard. Hearing Chen Ping'an's name, Liu Zong, the knife sharpener, looked quite contented. This is called gathering people in groups. I think back then, he was such a handsome young guy.
In that hometown, when I was young, I didn’t dare to say that I was invincible, and I was invincible. Anyway, I was invincible and rarely met.
As long as the ones who are stronger than yourself don't stand in the way, you are invincible.
Countless heroes of the world have met me, Liu Zong. Who doesn't give a thumbs up, how many high-ranking officials, who want to treat themselves as guests, teach how many women are infatuated, and make them repeat the nickname in their hearts?
"Little Zhu Lian"!
The ferry was three stories high, and Liu Zong took Chen Ping’an to the top floor, where Old General Yao rested.
Chen Pingan asked curiously, "Is this a transcontinental ferry? You Daquan built it yourself?"
As for the intercontinental ferry, Chen Pingan dare to say that the number he has seen is not half a hundred and 40.
This ferry is actually only slightly smaller than the Fengyuan ferry. Compared with the ferry boats on all continents that are docked on the inverted mountain, this ferry can be regarded as a medium-sized one.
Liu Zong gathered the sound together and revealed the secrets of Chen Ping’an. There was no taboo. "It is half-buying and half-made. Back then, many strange people and strangers gathered in Mirage City. About half of them were saved by His Majesty. There are a few immortal genealogists who can have some relationship with other continents.
A few years ago, your Majesty asked people to help build the bridge, and at a high price, he bought some construction drawings from Aiaizhou. The Wusunlan ferry boat, I heard about it. Generally, the cross-continental dock is at the southernmost Qishandu, Dajian. Xian Xu Li is responsible for the lead. This one is the same as Wusunlan, but the appearance has been changed a lot. "
"Your Majesty is very courageous. In addition to this'Luxianzhi', he also has to build two new intercontinental ferry boats. Keep one for yourself and sell one. Anyway, the money you bought for the drawings must be made up from someone who is wronged. When I came back, the names were taken, and they were called'Emeiyue' and'Lei Che'."
"Han Yushu, the daughter of Wan Yaozong’s suzerain, said that they intend to buy Sanshan Blessed Land, but for some reason there has been no news recently. There are also some intentions on the Jinding Temple in the north, but the price is not as high as that given by Wan Yaozong. A full 30% lower, but the Baozhen Taoist Yin Miaofeng of Jindingguan, and his disciple Shao Yuanran, were the first-class offerings of our Daquan before. If this incense is there, if Wan Yaozong delays this way, he won’t give it to him. For proper reasons, with your majesty’s temper, most of them sold that'thunder car' to Jindingguan."
Chen Ping’an deliberately skipped Nawan Yaozong, thought about it, nodded and said,
It’s safe for Daquan to keep two ferry boats on his own. One is for north-south trade, connecting Aquarius and Beiju Luzhou in the north. If you can, you can also sail to the northern ice field of Ai Aizhou. For example, you Daquan can see if there is a chance to join forces with the Liu family of Ai Aizhou to mine ice field minerals. Another ferry is to go to Shenzhou or Fuyao Island. Yes, and the sooner you have a private ferry, the better. You can finalize the terms of the covenant with the sects and big dynasties along the route as soon as possible. The longer the period, the better."
Now, seven or eight out of ten of the existing intercontinental ferry boats of the Haoran Tianxia Zongmen have been transferred and borrowed by the Zhongtu Confucian Temple, they have been temporarily "confiscated".
Therefore, there are few ferries that can cross the land and cross the sea. Therefore, whoever can own a similar ferry, earning money is easier than ever, similar to the strong chess on the Go board, the most powerful, and then take the ground.
Liu Zong chuckled and said, "The hero sees a little the same, my brother can help convey this to our majesty?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Brother Liu, it's been so many years. He's still in a golden figure. It's not appropriate. When we arrive at Xiandu Mountain, let's help each other?"
Knowing that the other party was changing the subject, Liu Zongming still laughed angrily: "Swearing does not reveal the shortcomings, hitting people without slapping the face, and talking about the morals of the world?"
It is really this brand new leather bag given by the old master of view, as the gift of Dengcheng head knocking the sky drum, it is so good, so good that Liu Zong has been away from the lotus root for many years, and he has never broken the mirror.
Breaking a bottleneck in the golden body is almost as difficult as getting a qi-trainer from the Yuan Ying to the five levels, so worrying that Liu Zong has not drunk less boring wine over the years.
I heard that Nanyuanguo’s cultivator, his mother, is already a bottleneck in the far travel boundary.
As for how old brother Chen is around him, and what he can do with this stuff, it's like his younger generation has something to do, and it's too late to be happy.
Because on the ferry, there is the old general Yao Zhen, and the county king Yao Xianzhi who served as the capital of the capital, so in addition to the knife sharpener Liu Zong personally responsible for escorting, there are also a number of earth immortal training airmen, who dare not take it lightly.
As for whether there is a hidden expert, Chen Ping'an deliberately does not investigate, after all, it is not Xiao Longqiu.
Chen Ping'an just bends his fingers and taps gently on the stair railing, not knowing what kind of Xianjia wood it is made of, there is a clanging sound of gold and stone.
The intercontinental ferry in Pima Zong on the Skeleton Beach has always been the source of wealth for Luopo Mountain. Almost half of the ferry has the surname Chen.
The reason why he was not assigned to go to the sea to "walk the darts" was because the Middle-earth Sect had already taken the initiative to hand over a ferry to the Confucian Temple to take care of it.
So after returning to the world, Chen Ping'an didn't think much about it, but the last time he was in Gongdelin, when the husband drank and was happy, he accidentally missed his mouth.
If Pima Zong is only used as the next sect, it is barely possible to leave a cross-continental ferry, but as one of the Luzhou sect of Beiju, Haoran Jiuzhou, each continent has a share, and Beiju Luzhou is actually in the Confucian Temple. At the same time, there was just one missing, so Pima Zong became like he should surrender the ferry. As a result, Mao Xiaodong, who was promoted to the division of the Academy of Rites, somehow suggested that Qionglin, who had already surrendered two intercontinental ferry boats. Zong, just take out one more. Anyway, if you have a lot of money, even if you give it to the Confucian Temple, you won’t have one left.
It was a small-scale internal discussion in the Confucian Temple. There were only the three leaders of the Confucian Temple, the chief and deputy head of the Confucian Temple, the worship of wine and the business of the Three University Palace, and a small group of sages to accompany the saints. In addition, all the college leaders failed to attend.
Mao Xiaodong, a tall scholar of the palace, said such a speech, causing the audience to fall silent.
Liji Xuegong Jiujiu had to bite the bullet and seconded his own Mao Siye, and then there was no objection to it, and the agenda was approved by default.
At that time, the old scholar had not restored the Confucian Temple shrine, so naturally he was not present.
What's the relationship between Li Sheng's line of learning from Gong Siye's righteousness and my Wen Sheng line?
Jian Xiu has the custom of asking the sword, so the old scholar's "asking the wine" is also a must.
At the top of the stairs, the old general smiled and said, "I wanted to give you an accident."
One of Yao Xian had one arm, holding the fox fur, his grandfather was very awkward, and said that if he was frozen during these steps, he would have a fart fart.
Grandpa's careful thinking is actually not accepting the old. Yao Fu Yin just didn't know.
Yao Jinzhi laughed and said: "This is called a strong midfielder."
In the past, an empty sleeve was hanging down on his side, but now Mr. Fu Yin simply tied the sleeve, as if telling others openly that I was missing an arm. You can just laugh if you want to make a joke.
It turned out that the old general deliberately slowed the schedule by two days.
Obviously, Chen Ping'an waited for Feijian from Yao Mansion to pass the letter, he immediately left the customs and rushed to Mirage City, intending to personally the ferry to Xiandu Mountain.
Otherwise, you won't encounter this deer-headed Chi Ferry halfway.
Chen Pingan walked quickly upstairs.
The old general reached out and grabbed his arm, and smiled: "Go, a few drinks?"
Chen Ping'an nodded, "I'm done, don't drink too much."
Liu Zong didn't keep up. Who didn't know. In the eyes of the old general, Chen Ping'an was half of Yao's grandson, or half of his grandson-in-law?
There is a big brazier in the house, and Yao Xianzhi is responsible for warming up the wine.
Chen Pingan bent over and sat on a bench, picked up the tongs, fiddled with the charcoal fire lightly, and asked, "Yao Lingzhi's "Mingquan" knife, still can't be found?"
About Mo knows the temperament of the old general, and the ferry boat deliberately made the decoration of this room as simple and plain as possible.
As Lord Fu Yin who was in charge of this matter, he curled his lips and said, "It's difficult, there are no clues, but I dug up a lot of unseen things."
The old man smiled and said: "Finally, it's a bit like a Fu Yin. Throwing a knife is nothing."
Yao Xianzhi bored and said: "Grandpa, this is because you can't stand and talk. It's so light. The Fu Yin Office has mobilized so much manpower, but there is no result. Anyway, I feel bad in my heart."
"I'm not standing, I'm sitting and talking."
The old man said: "Furthermore, the boss is not too young, he is still a bachelor, and his waist is not good? No wonder he drank with people in his early years and didn't dare to go to the school."
Yao Xianzhi habitually stretched out his hand to warm himself, and immediately blushed when he heard the words. He raised his head and complained: "Grandpa, can you stop talking about this with Mr. Chen."
Chen Ping’an suddenly said:
I just noticed that there is a woman on the ferry, who is not young, but not low. She was standing on the second floor of the ferry before. She looked at Xianzhi in her eyes, ah, there is that kind of sign. , Can't be wrong."
The old man raised his eyebrows and became interested, "Oh? Is there such a thing?"
The Daquan monks who were able to work on this ferry boat must have been to the battlefield back then.
Yao Xianzhi said helplessly: "Mr. Chen, don't talk nonsense if there is nothing."
I know which woman Mr. Chen is talking about. After all, all the monks in the army in the capital will personally review their files, background, mountain pedigree, battlefield resume, Yao Xianzhi, the man in the house, is very clear, that girl is Liu Yi, her boudoir name Yuanyang, the Taoist name is "Yifu". She is a native of Daquan. She was born in a family of local prefectures. She was born in the roots of an earth fairy at a young age, and she practiced in the mountains early in the morning. In his early years in the battlefields of Gyeonggi and Mirage City, Liu Yi used the Dragon Gate realm to cultivate his skills, relying on his own Taoism and two masters to pass on his treasures, and his battle achievements were not lost to a few golden elixir and earth immortals.
Of course Liu Yi is a very brilliant woman. Yao Xianzhi occasionally walks on the ferry, but she doesn't squint at herself.
That's right, like what a who lacks an arm does.
Besides, Yao Xianzhi really didn't think much about her.
Chen Ping'an said in a huff: "What do I do with this kind of joke."
The old man pointed to Yao Xianzhi and smiled: "Is this count as blindness? Tell me, what use do you want?!"
Chen Pingan began to add fuel and jealousy, and he smiled and said: "Some people are bachelor, it's impossible, but some people are bachelor based on their true ability."
The old general and Yao Xianzhi asked about the general situation of Liu Yi, and learned that this female fairy teacher was born in Daquan, a scholarly family. Okay, the name "Yifu" is very good. It makes people happy and courageous when they hear it. Several times aside from the protection of the elders of the division, he was in a dangerous situation, and he was able to kill the demon and perform meritorious services. In the end, he held the Mirage City. When his majesty was rewarded for his merits, Liu Yi only asked the court for a third-class worship status. ...... Not so good, no matter how your Majesty should give a second-class worship.
As for Liu Yi, who is now in his sixties, what can be a problem. The age of Jiazi of a woman on the mountain, resting at the foot of the mountain, is not equivalent to the age of cardamom for a woman on the mountain?
The old man rubbed his chin and sighed, "I don't think the fairy is worthy of that girl."
Chen Ping'an said, "I think too."
Yao Xianzhi smiled bitterly.
The old man laughed heartily, raised his hand, and Chen Ping'an gave him a light high-five, which was very tacit understanding.
Taking the bowl of rice wine from Yao Xian's hand, Chen Ping'an glanced at the old fox fur hanging on the hanger, knowing the origin of this thing, it was a gift given to the Yao family in the border gate by the first emperor Liu Zhen of Daquan in his early years.
Yao Xianzhi may not think much about it, but if the Daquan dynasty sees it today, it is estimated that she will feel uncomfortable in her heart.
It's just that every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite, and Chen Ping'an can only pretend that he doesn't know the subtle twists and turns of the human heart here.
Chen Ping An remembered something, and took out two red envelopes from his sleeves, each with a small summer coin inside. Chen Ping An made a special trip to select two inscriptions that are auspicious words for blessing the younger generation.
He handed the red envelope to Yao Xianzhi and said with a smile: "I will help Yao Lingzhi and give it to her child, as I, Uncle Chen, will make up for the New Year's Eve money owed over the years."
Yao Lingzhi, married as a wife a long time ago, now has a pair of children, but the two children are not very old now.
Similar to Chen Ping’an, many monks on the mountain like to collect all kinds of small summer money with many inscriptions, similar to "spending money", open furnaces in the treasury, hang lanterns in the spring, celebrate birthdays, and have a variety of inscriptions.
Chen Ping’an has been traveling for so many years, but he hasn’t left. Privately, he has collected six sets of the Chinese zodiac "Little Summer Flower Money", three sets of "Monthly Order Flower God Money", and a set of engraved Qun Yushan models. "Thirty-six Tiangang" Xiaoshuqian. For this reason, Chen Ping’an spent a lot of private money. He took the Gu Yuqian in his hand and gave it to the Luoposhan accountant Wei Wenlong to take care of it. Get started.
In this matter, the Ai Aizhou Liu Caishen is a master-level figure, and has collected many orphans who are known as unparalleled in the world.
Yao Xianzhi put away the red envelope and said with a smile: "The two kids were probably crazy when they received this new year's money."
My uncle, there is no majesty on their side. The two children were weird and smart when they were young. They were pitiful and wild. They only wanted to ask me about Mr. Chen’s landscape stories. When I was uncle, I was a little sincere.
No, during the first month this time, the two children and their uncle had to kowtow a few more times before they could give the red envelopes.
Yao Zhen asked casually: "Wu Tan is not in Tongyezhou, he went to Haoran World, we only have Pushan Huang Yiyun as the Master of Ending, have you both seen him?"
Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "I have seen it before, the first time I met at Yunku Fudi, and then something happened. Lord Ye Shan agreed to Xiandushan as the honorable guest."
Yao Xianzhi wondered: "Last time I was in Mirage City, why didn't you tell me?"
Master Fu Yin was delighted in his heart, hey, under Mr. Chen's next clan, wouldn't he have to be on par with Pushan Huang Yiyun?
Chen Ping'an said in a huff: "What do you say about this."
Old General Yao tweeted: "That's a great beauty, the Huashenshan rouge list of Yunku Fudi, that is, Sovereign Jiang dare not include her in it, otherwise it will be ranked in the top three, and you will not be able to escape. Look. It didn't come in vain this time."
The old man took a sip of his wine and said with a smile, "Can you hold it?"
Chen Pingan was speechless.
Yao Xianzhi finally found the opportunity, and joked: "Instead of me, facing such a beautiful mountain fairy master, and still a female martial artist, she must be unable to restrain herself and sleep at night."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Can't sleep at night? Toss and turn, be careful to hurt your waist, then it will be worse. Xianzhi, you can, but a good person, because you don't want to harm the girl, afraid of marrying the door and keeping the widow?"
Yao Xianzhi almost suffered from internal injuries and had to drink a sip of warm rice wine.
The old man smiled and asked, "Since you are all great masters, can you discuss each other?"
Chen Pingan nodded, "I won."
The old man asked again: "What if you meet Wu Tan?"
Chen Pingan thought for a while, nodded and said, "I can win."
It’s just that it won’t be easy to win. After all, Wu Tan is a martial artist who has been fighting for many years at the Guizhen level. In addition to removing all the talisman prohibitions on his hands and feet, Chen Ping’an also has a mentality of winning and losing, and completely let go Ask the punch with your hands and feet.
Now Chen Pingan and Renwenquan can roughly distinguish four situations.
Suppressing the realm, not suppressing the realm, whether there is a talisman forbidden on the body, and the last kind of "revealing the real body, the posture of the city head".
Liu Zong knocked on the door lightly, pushed the door and walked in, rubbing his hands and smiling, "What can win if you win?"
Yao Xianzhi poured another bowl of wine to Liu Zong, and said, "We are talking about Huang Yiyun and Wu Sheng, Wu Tan."
Liu Zong shook the wine bowl, smelled the wine, turned his head and looked at the swordman in Qingshan who was no longer drinking, reaching out to the fire, glanced at the stacked narrow knives on his waist, and asked: "Your big disciple, when? To the end?"
Chen Pingan smiled and said, "It is already."
Liu Zong drank his bowl of wine in one gulp, his whole old face wrinkled with anxiety, he hesitated for a moment, and whispered: "Actually, I always wanted to find a chance to have a fight with Huang Yiyun. It's a pity that I was in Tao Ye last time. When meeting Du, she was going to discuss business with our Majesty as Pushan Mountain Master. I’m not good to speak. Now, why bother to stay close, right?"
Chen Pingan smiled and said, "Just wait for Brother Liu's words."
Liu Zong said with a bitter face, "I am in the golden body state, unable to travel far and wide. It is not appropriate to ask a boxing on the boat. I will talk about it when I get to Xiandu Mountain?"
Chen Pingan said, "Don't be so troublesome."
In an instant, the world changed, only one brazier remained the same, and the four people still sat around the furnace, but other than that, there was nothing left in the world.
The four people and the brazier are all imaginary and too imaginary, as if they are hovering in an endless ancient mystery.
Yao Xianzhi gently stomped his feet, ripples under his feet, as if stepping on a calm lake.
Chen Ping'an stood up, moved horizontally, and stood in the void a hundred feet away from the brazier. After holding one hand, he handed the palm to the other, smiling and inviting: "Wu Fu Liu Zong, just punch out."
Liu Zong sat on the spot, his scalp numb, like sitting on pins and needles.
It’s strange to say that this kid, Chen Ping’an, in a snow-white robe, with a sword on his back, strayed into the blessed land. He did away with the invincible old man Ding Ying. After leaving the lotus root, what feats he has done for so many years, in fact, Liu Since Zong became the chief worshipper of the Yao family of Daquan, he has probably heard about it, even if it was the last reunion in Mirage City, at that time Chen Ping’an was already a last-generation hermit, or a well-deserved sword in the upper five realms. I was immortal, but Liu Zong didn't feel any pressure to get along with and stand with him, but at this moment, Liu Zong instinctively had an idea that he should not ask him about punches, but drink, chat, and fight.
Yao Xianzhi held back his laugh, and was about to make a joke about this Liu worship, but he saw his grandfather gently shaking his head and beckoning him not to speak.
Liu Zong took a deep breath, smiled suddenly, got up slowly, and swept forward towards Chen Ping'an. After standing still, he took out a horn knife from his sleeve that he hadn't used for many years.
It's not a good sword, it's still sharp against the enemy in the blessed land of the hometown, but it's not enough to see in this awe-inspiring world, even the rank of magic treasures is not enough.
It's just that this questioning fist is mostly unable to keep this old man who has depended on each other all his life. Looking down at the horn knife, the old man will inevitably feel distressed and sad.
Liu Zong said frankly: "In this questioning fist, the realm of our two is very different, so I will have a murderous intent, and I will not be murderous in the slightest. You can bear it more."
Chen Ping’an nodded, and then slid two short knives from the two cyan sleeves, as narrow as a dagger, and threw one of them to Liu Zong,
Use my short knife. It’s easier to get out of the knife if it’s blocked."
Liu Zong breathed a sigh of relief. After putting away the horned knife, he shook the dagger-like short knife into a beautiful knife, and then lifted it up. The inscription "Chao Lu", Liu Zong asked with a smile: "Did you talk about it?"
Chen Ping'an introduced: "The real name'Zhulu' is the Cao Zi dagger recorded in official history."
The short knife in Chen Ping'an's hand, with the inscription "Muxia", is the same as that of Cao Zi's dagger. The inscriptions are blindfolds. For so many years, Chen Ping'an has not found a clue to this knife. Since it can be comparable to Cao Zi's dagger, it must be The origin is good, plus it was obtained from the assassin who cut the deer mountain, so Chen Ping'an took the opportunity to name it "cut the deer".
Liu Zong's eyes were appreciative, and he nodded and said, "A good knife, a good name, even more so for the current knife holder."
Liu Zong's figure disappeared in a flash, only between the place and the blue shirt, dragging out a light streamer with a spatula.
Chen Pingan remained motionless, raised one arm, twisted the tip of the chasing knife with two fingers, patted it with a palm, and fell heavily on Liu Zong’s face, knocking Liu Zong to the ground on the spot, and a dagger was thrown away. Chen Ping An kicked Liu Zong's head again, and instantly slid out dozens of feet.
Chen Ping'an still stood on the spot, just tossing the dagger gently back to Liu Zong.
Liu Zong jumped up, stretched out his hand to catch the dagger, wiped the face with the back of his hand, then tilted his head and spit out a large mouthful of bruises, and said with an angry smile: "Good boy, don't you feel pressured?"
Chen Ping'an asked, "Is there any difference between the pressure of the environment and not the pressure of the environment? Doesn't it still require me to stop and then stop, in order to prevent you from being killed by accident?"
Yao Xianzhi, who was watching the battle from a distance, widened his eyes. Hearing Mr. Chen's words, he suddenly felt a little strange, as if he had never really known Mr. Chen.
The old general drank his wine and smiled and said, "How do you think he got here over the years."
The same rice feeds hundreds of people, and a hundred families of rice feeds one person.
It is not easy to seek a life in the world, and the hardships here are not enough for outsiders. Maybe the only words, all the truths, sword repair is only in the sword, and Wufu is only in the fist.
On the side of the martial arts field, Chen Ping’an shook his head and said,
It’s just that the golden body state is good enough, and it’s barely a paper physique, so I think it can be regarded as a half-distance travel state? By coincidence, on my side, I really can’t. That's it."
"It's okay to ask me to suppress the realm. I'll suppress the three realms and teach the opponent's sword skills in the same realm."
"The second option is to follow me if I don't overwhelm the environment, stand still, can you let me move as you go, I lose even if I move half a step."
Luopo Mountain Bamboo House is a line.
It has always been this way to teach fist to fist.
I can't bear it, I can't hold it, and I go back to drink. The two sides are still Brother Liu and Brother Chen.
Liu Zong didn't have any words, so of course he chose the second one.
Within a stick of incense, Chen Ping'an remained motionless from beginning to end. If the dagger was close, he would gently push the blade away, but Liu Zong's fists and feet were required to get closer. Chen Ping'an would either stand still and be beaten, his expression was indifferent. The golden body bottleneck Wufu shot with all his strength and landed on Qingshan, looking extremely painless or itchy, or just... slapped it down, hitting Liu Zong to vomit blood.
In a weird questioning punch in a weird world, Liu Zong is like a mortal man shaking the mountain. He does not know what he can do. In the end, he will only hurt his punch. The heavier the punch, the heavier the injury.
Staggered to his feet, shaking his figure, Liu Zong clenched the dagger in his hand, his head drooping, and his face dripping to the ground.
Liu Zong suddenly raised his head. He had already changed a few mouthfuls of pure innocent old martial artist. He had already blurred his vision. He could only vaguely see the man in the blue shirt not far away. He turned back and pulled away a simple and honest man without warning. Fist frame, it seems to take the initiative to hand fists to himself.
It doesn't seem to be, that's it.
The other party is finally about to pass a fist.
Only when he was able to stand up, Liu Zong had exhausted all of Liu Zong’s strength. It was just such a simple action, but it was tantamount to a fight between Liu Zong and the masters of the same generation when he was at the peak of his spirit in his hometown. Fight for life. The old man's figure is floating around, only the arm holding the knife is still tight, closed his eyes, trying to force a breath of pure innocence, to no avail, can't be done, the world is full of fists, let the old man There is a sense of insignificance that day mayfly, Sumeru mustard, how small I am. And I only felt that after the opponent handed this punch, he would definitely fall... just a moment, even this bit of distraction, which was as fast as a white horse, was drowned by the tide of fist that enveloped the world. Between life and death.
Liu Zong suddenly raised his head, his face grimace, gritted his teeth, his arms trembled, and with the help of a stature shaking, he turned around in place, and handed a knife indiscriminately at the green shirt.
The figure is slow, the shot is soft, and a Cao Zi dagger in his hand can't even afford the slightest brilliance.
But for this knife, Lao Tzu is Liu Zong, who is the first person to use the sword technique of the lotus root, and must be handed out!
After a while, or maybe a long time later, Liu Zong, who was confused, was slightly awake. The old man suddenly noticed that he had a hand on his shoulder, and he heard the man laugh softly: "Good punch."
Xiao Longqiu, the Dragon Beard Immortal from the Last Sect has returned to Middle-earth, at the same time, the mountain lord Lin Huizhi and the ruler Qingqiu have also disappeared.
Fortunately, the young female crown on the side of Zushan Ruyi's pointed hut has also left Xiaolongqiu with Yujian. She just asked Linghu Bananayu to help guard the hut.
Now that he has arrived at Xiandu Mountain, the fairy of Tieshushan who is guarding the road across the continent for his two children is indeed a rare visit to Tongyezhou, so he left Mixue Peak and went out alone to explore the mountains and rivers.
Zheng Youqian and Tan Yingzhou go to Luobaotan every day to listen to Mr. Xiaomo's teaching of Taoism and help make wine together.
A mansion in Mi Xuefeng, Huang Yiyun, whose injuries were almost healed, went out to enjoy the snow today. She walked all the way, and near a pavilion, she saw Qiu Du and the girl Hu Chuling making a snowman over there.
Ye Yunyun learned from the old woman that the disciple Xue Huai and Pei Qian were at the flower sweeping table, and they had another discussion, which seemed to have benefited a lot.
In Dali Capital City of Aquarius Island, a scholar took the book boy Cui Ci to visit the Temple of Fire, and found the aunt Feng under the flower shed.
Aunt Feng saw the Confucian scholar from the Lizhu Cave and said with a smile: "Walking against the wind, Lingranshan also."
Li Xisheng made a salute, and Aunt Feng's figure instantly disappeared from the side of the flower shed and the stone, standing beside the stone table without the gift.
After Li Xisheng got up, Aunt Feng took out two pots of wine, and continued: "Although this is not a good thing, there are still people who are waiting."
The book boy Cui Ci didn't know the identity of the woman in front of him, let alone what she was selling. The young man only knew her two sentences, which were first written by Bai Yujing's third head teacher Lu Chen.
Li Xisheng smiled and said: "What does the road say, there are yellow leaves in one place."
In the territory of the Xinyunxiao Dynasty in the southern part of Aquarius Island, there is a high peak of a lofty mountain. Two people stopped here to look around.
A young man in sackcloth sandals, a strong figure and a dull look, was followed by an extremely handsome young man, wearing a purple jade crown and a white jade belt on his waist.
The teenager was Wu Tijing, the sword repairman who left Zhengyang Mountain. He glanced at the man who crouched down and chewed on a piece of licorice, and said, "Hu Feng, I think this place is good."
Within a few hundred li, the aura is actually thin, but it is a bit better than the "land with beautiful mountains and clear waters" in the eyes of ordinary folks. Nowadays, Aquarius Island is full of mountain forces that are busy fighting for territory. Cut off a piece here and delineate a piece there. Otherwise, the dynasty and vassal who have successfully restored the country will dispatch the Qintianjian Earthmaster to help the people in their own country. The fairy mansion on the mountain is looking for a new site, and there are several hilltops where the two have been photographed before, even if there are people.
Rarely, there are still monks, and they are the first to board. It was not easy for them to find such a hill that they could barely make do.
The man named Hu Feng chewed the licorice and nodded, "I'll choose here."
Because the two plan to establish a faction in the mountains, in fact, there are only two people, Hu Feng and Wu Tijing.
But neither side thinks this is a big deal.
The two of them traveled long distances, and then met together, but they soon became friends, and there was no reason to say.
In fact, the two sides have completely different temperaments. One is big-hearted and can be described as self-confident and conceited. Anyway, Wu Tijing, I should be born as a swordsman in the upper five realms, sooner or later.
One is broad-minded, Hu Feng has a gentle temperament, and usually speaks slowly.
The only similarity is probably that both sides are sword repairers.
Wu Tijing's eyebrows are flying, confident, as if he has the kind of confidence in the mother's womb. He smiled and said: "Hu Feng, our school, you come to be the head, and by the way the money, I will only be the ruler. Patriarch is good, anyway, you will definitely become the sect of kendo at the head of the sect. By then, you will be the sect master. Well, it's almost the same as that of Luoposhan Chen Ping'an."
A man in his early forties, a sword repairman in the Longmen realm.
One is less than twenty years old, sword repair in the Golden Core Realm.
Adding up the ages, there is no one, but they have to start to create a sect and think about the future sect.
If you only talk about fairy money, in fact, if you add them together, you don't even have a grain of money.
"Master? Our school, it is estimated that for a long period of time, there will be only two of us. Who else can you control besides me?"
Hu Feng said slowly: "It's incomparable with him."
Besides, there is nothing comparable. Each walks its own way, each has its own way of living.
Wu Tijing said, "Hu Feng, your habit of vain and self-defeating, change it in the future and learn more from me."
Hu Feng said: "Your arrogant self-esteem is also a stinking problem. If you don't converge a little bit, you will suffer a lot in the future."
Wu Tijing, a young man who would really give people a feeling of madness, laughed out loud, that's why he fell in love with Hu Feng.
It’s not like in Zhengyang Mountain. Every time I go out, I don’t have flattering and flattering sights, just some old sword repairs, and say some words of approval with a pleased face. Anyway, I am self-satisfied, so I don’t understand it, I How does Wu Tijing practice swords, does it have anything to do with you?
Wu Tijing hesitated, squatted down, and asked, "You and that guy are from the same hometown, and you are the same age, so are you familiar with them?"
Hu Feng turned his head and glanced at Wu Tijing, smiled, as if saying something, it is really rare that Wu Tijing would be so interested in someone.
Wu Tijing twitched, "I am arrogant, but I am not a fool. I can't beat not only Chen Ping An, but also Liu Xianyang."
Hu Feng did not rush to help him add three words, "Temporary."
Wu Tijing smiled and said, "Otherwise?"
Hu Feng's ancestral home is on Erlang Lane, not far from the ancestral home of Yuan's family in the Shangzhu Kingdom of Dayli.
When I was young, I followed my grandfather and walked the streets and alleys together, repairing bowls, sharpening knives and the like.
Grandpa knows the old customs well in his hometown. He often helps with happy events. He can also earn some money to supplement the family. In addition, his grandpa opened a shop selling spring festival couplets, window papers and other odds and ends. Hu Feng actually lived when he was a child. It’s not too poor. It’s just that his grandfather’s surname is Chai, but his surname is Hu. Neighbors in the neighbourhood say his grandfather is a patriarch, so Hu Feng got a lot of blindfolds when he was young. Hu Feng knew it for the first time when it was necessary to seal the grave head inscription.
The shop’s business is deserted. It’s only a few minutes during the New Year. Usually it’s not always open every day. There is only a sissy kiln worker who frequents the business, and occasionally there will be a black and thin little girl who will drag oil bottles. , Staying next to the man who likes to turn orchid fingers, did not speak, Hu Feng's only impression of her was that his eyes were very big and her face was very small.
Being a sissy man of an uncle, he likes to call her rouge. In fact, this kiln worker doesn’t have a lot of money in his pocket. It’s only his grandfather who doesn’t dislike him for being a man, and is willing to chat with him a few more words. , Even if the sissy doesn't buy things, she doesn't drive people. The little girl would sit on the threshold, and she was so hungry that she called her uncle and went home together.
Grandpa left when Hu Feng was a teenager. Hu Feng didn't sell his ancestral house. At that time, it seemed to "change the sky" and everything became different.
Like the people in the small town, Hu Feng hunted for treasures, turned boxes and cabinets, bottles and cans at home, but everything that looked like an old thing must be taken out to see if he could sell it. Hu Feng was from Longxu River at the time. Inside, I picked up a bunch of beautiful stones. There were people asking prices on Fulu Street and Taoye Alley. Hu Feng didn't think much about it. He divided the eight things commonly called snakestones into half, and neither side was offended. For two pennies, during that period of time, I couldn't sleep well every day, and I didn't dare to go out of the house for fear of being thief.
Before that, Hu Feng had seen a fellow of the same age in Ni Ping Alley called Song Jixin. The old people said he was the illegitimate son of Master Song, the supervising officer. If it was not easy to bring him back to the Yamen, he asked someone to place Song Jixin. In that alley, this Song Jixin seemed to never be short of money in his pocket. He took a maid every day, wandering around and wandering around, it was quite show-stopping.
Hu Feng liked to go to Laozishan when he was a child. He often saw a guy named Dong Shuijing. Feng discovered that Dong Shuijing likes to choose those broken tiles with words. Dong Shuijing took the initiative to find him later. Both of them were relatively taciturn children, who tacitly "made business" and bartered things.
In Huang Erniang's wine shop, Hu Feng often saw the janitor named Zheng Dafeng. The man's eyes seemed to grow on the woman's body.
In the water-grabbing season, Hu Feng always saw a skinny person of the same age, who seemed to be in the same alley with Song Jixin, and the two were still neighbors, but one was particularly rich and the other was particularly poor.
Grandpa didn't allow him to approach the orphan surnamed Chen, but he was not like the old man near Xinghua Lane, who spoke so badly, what a sorrowful star, a scumbag.
Grandpa just knows many ways, he just keeps him away from that person, and never tells the reason.
There was a time when Hu Feng was fishing alone on the bluestone cliff. It was pitted. It was passed on from the hometown. The local dialect was said to be the sun’s nest. It was similar to the crab archway. I didn’t know who said it first. Of it.
Hu Feng saw with his own eyes that there was a child who hadn't learned to tease water, but he was playful. First he shoveled a dog in a shallow place in the Longxu River. Then somehow, he almost drowned, but Hu Feng just lost it. Fishing rod, if you want to run to save people, there is that thin bamboo rod-like guy who saw it with sharp eyes, dashed all the way, jumped into the water, dragged the child to the shore, the child howled and cried, far away, Hu Feng I don't know what was said, anyway, that guy finally stopped the child from crying, as if he even gave the child a straw grasshopper.
When some older children nearby approached, the orphan surnamed Chen left.
It turned out that after I heard that the elders of the family burned down their children's clothes that day, maybe it was unlucky.
In the past, the old and young, men and women near the Tiesuojing, all liked to enjoy the shade under the old locust tree. They were short in their heads and could not hide anything anyway.
The old people tell stories, the women chew their tongues finely, the men watch the ladies, and the children play in groups around the old locust tree.
Since there are wedding shops, of course there will be funeral shops. There are not many such shops in the town. There are only a few shops, but the business between the two is much worse. Hu Feng once asked his grandfather why. Grandpa said that the dead are the biggest ones. No matter how poor they are, they will tighten their belts and take out some money. Even if you borrow money from someone, you should try your best to do it well.
But why don't you make any money for weddings, grandpa didn't say why.
Grandpa treats him very well. Almost give whatever you have at home, but there are also a few rules. Since Hu Feng remembers a little, grandpa will ask him again, such as don't pick up the money on the road. When you encounter something, don't ask if you can.
But if you have to ask for help, you must pay it back. No matter whether it is paying back the money or the favor, you can't owe it. If you can't learn the New Year's Eve, you can spare it, deliberately "surplus" to the coming year.
But there is a kind of happy money, Hu Feng can ask for it, and he must go, just whose family gets married, and the bride gets married, someone will "block the way", Hu Feng will follow, receive a red envelope, and then in his heart, Silently said a few "old sayings" that Grandpa gave him.
In addition, although I opened a wedding shop, if there is a funeral in the town, I can help. After the work is done, I will go home after eating at the family’s house. If the family needs someone to help guard the spirit, then Accept it, just remember to enter the mourning hall, don’t give up halfway, even if you’re sleepy, you should just take a nap there. Don’t be afraid to go home in the middle of the night. Get back to sleep.
In that fairy grave, one day each year, grandpa would take Hu Feng to kowtow.
Before my grandfather left, he even confessed to himself, even if his grandfather is gone, this matter should not be forgotten. Even if he grows up in the future and needs to travel far, he still needs three sticks of incense on this day of the year.
At the far west of the town, there is a wicker-like girl named Li, but she is not weak enough to carry two buckets full of water on a pole. She has a younger brother who has a stupid head. Once the child wore open crotch pants in the alley near home and walked wildly. The child twisted his fingers on a cicada that he didn’t know where he had picked it from or was plucked from a tree. Lifting it was golden, under the sun, it was shining, and it looked different, and it was much bigger than the common Zhihuo in small towns, so Hu Feng looked at it a few more times.
Yomo felt that the show was successful, and the child wearing open crotch pants deliberately slowed down, shaking his head and shaking his head, while twisting his wrist, shook the cicada vigorously.
Hu Feng was sitting on a bench in the doorway of a family in the alley, helping to sharpen a kitchen knife. Grinding a kitchen knife can earn three to five coins, and he can bargain anyway.
The woman in the distance stood at the door of her house, her hands on hips opened her voice, shouting loudly, calling her son to go home for dinner.
Hu Feng casually asked the child named Huaizi if he could buy the Zhilihu shell with three cents.
It's okay for Hu Feng not to speak. When he opened his mouth, the child became a little scared. He immediately moved to the root of the wall and trot all the way against the wall.
Hu Feng didn't take it seriously, and he was a little grateful that the kid didn't take it seriously, otherwise the three pennies and what the picture was, so he focused his attention and continued to lower his head and sharpen the knife.
Never thought that the child would tiptoe back, put the golden cicada on the bench, and ran away.
When Hu Feng wanted to stop him, the child ran away and lifted his pants at the same time. After a turn, he ran out of sight.
Hu Feng couldn't laugh or cry. After a moment, by the corner wall, he stuck his head out and hid far away before he dared to grin at Hu Feng.
Hu Feng took out the copper coin, and the child shook his head vigorously.
At that time, Hu Feng didn't know what this roadside encounter really meant and how much impact it would have on his future life.
I used to think that year after year, carrying the ancestral wooden box, full of guys, walking around the streets, carrying whetstones, or helping people to repair pots and pots.
In addition, the two grindstones in the family were the legendary dragon-cutting stones by accident at a fairy family ferry crossing after Hu Feng left his hometown. Through a book dedicated to the great treasures on the mountain, he learned that they were actually the legendary dragon-cutting stones. .
I gave Wu Tijing a piece, and it was a slightly larger piece.
Hu Feng didn't have any friends in the small town. Since he was away from home, he sincerely became friends with Wu Tijing, and the other party's sword training aptitude was much better than himself, so there was no need to be stingy.
Wu Tijing asked curiously: "What do you want? I want to be so absorbed."
Hu Feng smiled and said, "Think about things from my childhood."
He didn't know how to repay the man named Li Huai.
Because that golden cicada shed, it was a cave sky filled with sword aura.
Wu Tijing said, "Your hometown is really speechless."
Hu Feng said: "In fact, it's okay. Knowing everything is the same as knowing nothing."
Hu Feng took out a bamboo flute and played it gently.
In the moonlight, the flute sounded long and full of mountains and plains.
A Luxianzhi is about to arrive at the Xiandushan Ferry.
The chief consecrated Liu Zong's face was pale, but he was very energetic, he was walking unsteadily, just like drinking.
Therefore, after the group of people disembarked, Liu Zong did not follow to disembark, because the Luxianzhi was about to set off to return to Daquan Mirage City.
Chen Pingan took Yao Old General and Yao Xianzhi to the Qingping Peak together.
After the ferry lifted off again, Liu Zong left the bow and went to a room on the first floor of the ferry, knocked gently on the door, and shouted, "Your Majesty."
After crossing the threshold, the Empress Daquan was already sitting at the table and reading the memorial. A maid in the room was standing on tiptoe, moving gently, closing the window.
While climbing, Chen Pingan chatted with the old general all the way.
I talked about some landscapes and stories of old people.
Chen Pingan missed his hometown and Luopo Mountain a little.
Probably becoming the most fascinating person in my mind is a sermon.
Naturally, Chen Pingan thought of the old cook who worked hard.
Perhaps in Zhu Lian's heart, it was like living with a child who would never grow up called Jianghu.