Chapter 1182: A lonely city among colorful clouds

Chapter 1182 A lonely city among colorful clouds
The mountain gate of Luopo Mountain.
A burly man, with a sword-backed boy wearing a tiger hat on his head, descended from the sky together.
Jun Qian smiled and said, "It's here."
Bai Ye also glanced at the trends and knots of Luopao Mountain's stretches of peaks, nodded and said, "Feng Shui is good."
Jun Qian said: "The atmosphere is better."
Xianwei changed the book in his hand, got up quickly, and asked, "Who are the two distinguished guests?"
Jun Qian cupped her fists and said, "My name is Liu Shi-liu, and I'm your senior brother Jun Qian. This is my friend, Bai Ye."
Xianwei was startled again and again, and then held back his laughter, his face sullen, almost unable to hold back, he had an idea, and hurriedly made a bow, bowed his head and said: "The year of the Taoist priest, the Taoist name Xianwei, thanks to the love of the mountain master. , Now he is the gatekeeper of Luopao Mountain, and Xiaodao has met Liu Xianshi and Bai Jianxian here."
The first time I was startled, I heard that the other party turned out to be the "Senior Brother Jun Qian" of Chen Shanzhu, and then I was shocked when I heard that "Bai Ye", just looked at the other party's appearance and attire...
Aware of the other party's hairpin, Jun Qian was actually taken aback.
Little Junior Brother, who can abduct such a playful and lovely millet grain, how can you still bring this... Taoist priest?
Thousands of years ago, the two sides had met each other a lot, so it could be considered that they didn't know each other.
At that time, Junqian belonged to "going to visit", of course, she never played. Fortunately, the first Taoist priest in the world had a good temper and didn't care about anything.
Xianwei straightened his waist and raised his head, wondering in his heart, why didn't the white-haired boy show up immediately? After serving as the music editor, in the past, as long as a guest came to the door, the white-haired boy was guaranteed to be there at the first time. Why did he desert today?
Jun Qian asked with a smile, "Master Xianwei, where are our millets?"
Wei Xian replied with a smile: "Today's morning class on the mountain patrol has ended. Recently, I like to go to Huanghu Mountain to patrol. Most of the time I went there."
Jun Qian snorted, Little Junior Brother seems to have a lot of big people coming to this mountain recently.
Xianwei thought about it for a while, and still said something to the handsome young man, "Bai Jianxian, the name is good."
Bai also asked, "How?"
Xianwei was a little embarrassed, what should I say? Originally it was a polite remark, what do you want Xiaodao to say?
The scene was a little stiff, but unfortunately Jia Lao Shenxian, who never knew what the cold scene was in the world, was not there.
Jun Qian explained with a smile: "Xianwei Daoist, he is Bai Ye."
Xianwei felt helpless, the teenagers all claimed to be Bai Ye, and he didn't call him anything.
Jun Qian said: "There is an unwritten rule that you should drink a cup of tea before climbing a mountain. How do you say it?"
Bai Ye said, "Then do as the locals do."
Jun Qian took Bai Ye to the table and sat down.
In fact, Jun Qian just wanted to be here, drinking a cup of melon seeds while drinking tea, so she had to wait for the little girl who was the right protector of Luopao Mountain for her younger brother.
As for what his friend Bai thinks, it doesn't matter anyway.
A little girl in black seemed to have received a message, and hurriedly climbed the mountain from the back mountain, then passed the top of Jiling Peak, and flew all the way down the mountain.
Senior Brother Zuo of the Good Man Mountain Master, I have seen it for a long time. The rumors from the outside world are all deceptive. How can I have a bad temper?
It's a sword fairy with a big table!
That Mr. Jun Qian is equally amazing, so it will be more friendly.
There is also a pair of fists with big bowls, just like the book says, the heroes go all over the world, and their fists are invincible all over the world.
Luopao Mountain's right protector, after all, is a qi trainer, and he ran with sweat all over his head.
Behind the little girl in black, followed by a boy with white hair.
Without the grains of millet standing in the way, the editorial officer really didn't dare to show up today.
It was the white-haired boy who carried the millet to the foot of the back mountain, but the millet said to put it down, and insisted on running all the way to the gate of the front mountain.
The white-haired boy had no choice but to run like the wheel of a car on two legs with a grain of millet.
The millet ran faster and faster, passed the mountain gate archway, stood still and said with a grin, "Mr. Junqian, it's coming."
Jun Qian had already stood up and said with a smile, "Xiaoli, I'll keep you waiting."
Jun Qian glanced at Bai Ye, who felt helpless and had to stand up.
Millet grain looked at the young man wearing a tiger hat, his face was strained, and his two pale yellow brows were wrinkled.
Although the little girl was actually holding back her laughter, to outsiders, it might be more like she was sulking.
Bai also seemed to find it interesting, and said with a smile, "If you want to laugh, just laugh."
Millet scratched her face, then shook her head vigorously like a rattle.
It is rare for the white-haired boy to be so restrained, and he said timidly: "Mr. Jun Qian, and this Bai... Immortal Master, I am the editor of the genealogy. According to the rules of our mountain, record a name?"
Bai Ye said: "My name is Bai Ye, a native of Haoran Middle Earth Shenzhou, and now I practice in Qingmingtian Xianxuandu Temple."
Millet snorted.
She secretly gave a thumbs up to Mr. Junqian.
When Xianwei heard the words, his body crooked, he fell directly from the bamboo chair to the ground, accidentally dropped the book from his sleeve, and kicked him towards Brother Dafeng's house with lightning speed.
Ye Mo felt so disrespectful to the book, so he tiptoed over there, turned his back to the table, picked up the book, sighed, patted it lightly, and put it in his sleeve.
He took out a sage book from the other sleeve, then turned around, pretended to hold it in his hand, and sat down on the bamboo chair again to start reading.
The white-haired boy recorded the two "visitors" in the book, and they slipped away.
Sitting at the table, there is already tea on the table to entertain guests. Daoist Xianwei is very good at handling people and things, and there is no leakage.
The millet looked at Mr. Junqian, and Liu Shi-liu looked at the millet.
Will it be a bit shabby?
Just don't worry, of course not.
A large handful of melon seeds from the sleeves of millet grains were piled up on Bai Ye's side, and a large handful was also brought to Mr. Jun Qian.
Then the little girl was a little embarrassed and wanted to open her beloved cotton satchel.
Bai Ye smiled and gave half of the seeds to the little girl in black.
Although Wei Bo wondered why Zhu Lian and Jiang Shangzhen didn't show up at the mountain gate immediately, he still rushed over to the Luopo Mountain table.
Wei Bo bowed and said, "Wei Bo, the little of Piyun Mountain, has met Mr. Liu, Mr. Bai."
Jun Qian stood up and bowed to the Wei Shanjun.
Bai also looked indifferent, just nodded in greeting.
If he was willing to pay attention to this kind of red tape, Bai Ye would not have chosen the dojo on the island that was solitary overseas.
Wei Bo asked, "Do you want Xiao Shen to talk to Lord Chen Shan?"
Jun Qian smiled and waved: "No, let the younger brother do his own business first. We don't need to pay attention to him here. Bai is so happy that no one cares."
The action of the millet grains opening the cotton satchel and taking out the dried fish stopped.
Jun Qian added, "Except for millet, of course."
Millet grains grinned happily, handing out small dried fish.
Bai also glanced at Jun Qian.
Jun Qian smiled and said, "Eat, why are you standing there. I've tasted it, and it tastes pretty good."
Bai also had to pick up a dried fish from the stream and chew it carefully. Seeing the little girl secretly looking at herself from the corner of her eye, she had no choice but to say, "It tastes good."
The millet was excited, and took out a bag of dried fish from the cotton bag and put it on the table.
She slapped the bag again and said decisively, "There's more!"
Bai was speechless.
Jun Qian laughed.
My friend Bai Ye also has today.

Lu Chen first sent a secret letter to Xuan Duguan, saying that it is not too much to say that it is a family letter. Pindao and Xuanduguan are so familiar with him, and visiting there is like going home, and the whole world knows it.
As for the fact that before leaving Haoran World, he did a little favor to Master Chen Shanzhu, is that a help? Pindao and Chen Shanzhu, those are the best friends who met at the end of Qingping!
Then it was a real excursion.
In Nanhua City, it was rare for Lu Chen to fast, bathe, and change clothes.
Along the way, Lu Chen, wearing a lotus crown, waded through the water and saw many bizarre and unimaginable things.
Two robes with large sleeves dragged out dazzling colorful glass colors.
It's a pity that no one can see this scene along the way.
Finally, Lu Chen met a "passer-by", but unfortunately the other person's figure disappeared in a flash, and Lu Chen didn't have time to speak.
Afterwards, I met a big barefooted man who was as big as a mountain compared to Lu Chen. Every time he took a step, there was a thunderous vibration. The water splashed under his feet was often mixed with countless glass splashing in all directions. Fragments.
Lu Chen rolled up his sleeves and pocketed a few "nearby" pieces of slightly larger glass. Lu Chen and the fellow Taoist who didn't know whether to go to the future or returned to the past laughed and thanked them, but they were burly and strong. Han just buried his head and ran wildly, ignoring it.
Wandering in the long river of time, being able to meet a pedestrian on the road is already as difficult as going to the sky, and trying to see the face of the other party is even more difficult than going to the sky.
Lu Chen didn't dare to count the moment. There were countless vortexes in the river under his feet, and he would fall into it if he was not careful, especially when he encountered some truly enlightened people in the "now", the river water touched the stone and swayed. Lu Chen didn't want to lie in a nest somewhere for hundreds of years in a dangerous and dangerous scene. As for the occasional glimpses of the "shore" on the road, they are all vague picture fragments. After watching it, if you want to remember that Rao is as high as Lu Chen, you will be a little dizzy, because each picture symbolizes With an indescribable mystery.
I don't know how long it took, but thanks to Lu Chen's preparations, every time he walked in the long river of time for three thousand years, it was an experience, plus Lu Chen was pulled into the great world by the Buddha back then, so the years passed, Even if it is almost infinitely long, it is still not a difficult problem for Lu Chen. Otherwise, if you change it to the general fourteen realms, I am afraid that you will be tortured by this kind of "empty and empty" and "nothing and no" realm, and your Taoist heart will fall.
Lu Chen finally stopped and let out a long breath. When he arrived, he was finally found by himself!
A large pile of blue and purple talismans in the two large sleeves of the Taoist robe has been reduced to ashes.
The scene in front of Lu Chen's eyes was as if he had come to a vast and boundless water surface, as flat as a mirror surface, with gravel under his feet, countless, colorful and splendid.
The "surface of the water" is like a thin layer of colored glass, and the gravel, in fact, when you look closely, every sand is a star, just spread one after another.
In the extreme distance where Lu Chen exhausted his eyesight, there was a long chain like an iron chain across the river, like a line spanning the sky and the earth. If you have to name it, you can probably call it "cause and effect".
But Lu Chen still hadn't found the ancient he wanted to talk to.
The identity of the guardian, one of the priesthoods, is the late dead and the offender who guard the long river of time.
However, even if he went back home now, it was a worthwhile trip, and he finally saw a large number of "living creatures", including ancient ghosts and gods.
There is a woman who can't see her face clearly, wearing a long cyan dress, her robe is slowly swaying, and she has the beauty of the dress and belt of a painted lady.
She was sitting on her knees, with a small table in front of her, and a few simple-style pottery drinking utensils on it.
There is a suspended giant mountain that is constantly sinking, which is about higher than the five mountains of Middle-earth put together. But the truth may be shorter than a grain of dust in the vast world.
On the top of the mountain, there was a man with no head on his neck holding his head. Above his head, his eyes were as many as holes in a beehive. After discovering Lu Chen, he blinked or closed his eyes, making a buzzing sound.
A strange being who kept talking, writing with his fingers, and chanting the two words of the Buddha in his nasal voice, seemed not to like being interrupted, and exclaimed, "Noisy!"
After a while, this strange existence began to repeat, the two words, "freedom".
Occasionally, it will be slightly different, and the strange existence will cry and mutter to himself, not knowing cause and effect, not enough, far from enough.
On a high snow-white platform that seems to have been tempered with countless pieces of snow, there are various altars for sacrifices.
Probably someone who used ancient methods to entertain the gods and seek longevity.
The "next door" of the high platform is an ancient wooden boat with a "purple robe" painted with dragons floating on the bow. He sneered in ancient words: "The road is cut off, and you still want to lead the world, how can you be insignificant!"
There is a man with extremely long eyebrows and extremely white skin. He looks like a real person from ancient times. It is probably rare to see guests here. His face gradually became clearer, and his appearance was handsome, but it was still difficult to hide the bleakness of his eyes. Sitting cross-legged near the long chain, with a halberd on his knees, perhaps it was too long since he had spoken seriously, his voice was as hoarse as a knife grindstone, and he asked with a smile, "Who is from when and where? ?"
It's just that he quickly laughed at himself: "You must not understand it. Starting from that incident, after all, it has been 8,000 years."
Lu Chen couldn't understand the other party's words, but he figured it out.
I know, it's a Qi trainer from a long time ago.
This at least means that in the long future, there are still Qi practitioners who can come here, which is good. Just thinking about it again, it doesn't seem to be necessarily, what if the martial artist is pure enough.
There was a woman with two eyebrows shaved. She raised the back of her hand slightly, looked and looked, and then raised her head, looking at the Taoist priest who was a guest from afar.
In addition, there is a group of existences, shadows and shadows, looming.
According to Lu Chen's rough calculation, most of them are drawn by the road with the wild.
That's right, the monks of the monster race are born with strong physical bodies, and they can reach the top of the mountain faster. They are not afraid of the sky and the earth. They always like to break all the old rules and new rules with their hands.
An old-fashioned man with a high crown on his head, staggering and swaying, came to "a dozen steps" in front of Lu Chen's eyes, and asked in wild and elegant words: "Is Lu Fayan dead?"
Lu Chen smiled and replied: "If the senior is old friends with him, you can cry. If you have a grudge, you can let it go. You don't need to take any revenge, because Lu Fayan has already been eaten by someone."
The old man Gao Guan nodded and stared at the "young Taoist priest".
Lu Chen asked with a wild and elegant smile: "Dare to ask the senior's name."
The old man Gao Guan narrowed his eyes and said, "I don't have a Taoist name, I used a pseudonym to stamp my feet, let me think about it, I have to think about it carefully, I think about it, I haven't done anything major, just killing the savage martial artist, hehe, these Guys, all eyes are higher than the top, except that you can't go to the ring and ask boxing, everything is good."
The chicken Lu Chen pecking at the rice, nodded vigorously: "I once asked an expert about boxing, what would happen if the opponent did not cooperate with the stiletto and handle? Senior, guess how the expert answered, the answer It's very interesting, he said that if you have a hundred thousand kinds of boxing, you will be the king of eight boxing when you enter the ring and divide your life and death."
The old man Gao Guan nodded and said, "The masters have great views. It's a pity that I can't see them anymore."
Lu Chen nodded vigorously and said, "Don't see it, don't see it, I'm afraid that the senior will be killed by him with two or three punches."
The old man Gao Guan stared at Lu Chen for a while, "I believe you, I have really seen that guy."
Lu Chen took a step forward, and the old man stepped back all the way, and said with a smile, "A good Taoist priest, shouldn't you focus on what kind of swordsmanship you learn?"
With one move, a wild monster at the peak of the Ascension Realm was frightened away. Lu Chen stopped and said triumphantly, "I can't scare you old man to death."
The old man hesitated for a while, but chose to continue to retreat, and finally his figure dissipated in a cloud of white mist.
Lu Chen squatted down, stretched out his palm, and pressed his palm lightly on the surface of the glazed water.
Looking down, I seem to see a butterfly fluttering in the "water".
A pair of extremely pure golden eyes slowly opened, overlooking the young Taoist priest wearing a lotus crown.
For this ancient high-ranking deity, even if the Taoist priest is thousands of years old, he is still young.
No words, no voices, no ripples.
Like a drum, like thunder, like a surging river.
"Lu Chen, you tried to cross the border 3,000 years ago, do you want to try again and violate the law again?"
Lu Chen's body swayed, so he had to retract his hand, sighed softly, raised his sleeves, shook out a futon, and fell onto the water.
Lu Chen sat on the futon, with his hands on his stomach, silently, and began to concentrate, sitting and forgetting, his heart fasted.
There was an ancient Taoist priest standing on the head of an ancient vicious beast, dragging close to it upstream.
"That little Niubi Taoist priest, what are you doing here? Is it the perfect ascension realm or the fourteenth realm? Within the Taoist legal system, who do you call Master? Hurry up and listen!"
Lu Chen turned a deaf ear.
"It doesn't matter who you are, the first Taoist priest in this world, and the dumb boy who liked to hang on the tail of the long queue, but they are all Taoist priests of seniority. Why don't you call your ancestors and grandpas? You take a huge advantage! After you go back, I guarantee that you can brag about it with anyone."
Lu Chen just held his breath, and with every breath, the true qi condensed between his nostrils, like two white snakes hanging down, and the Taoist priest's heel was the same scene.
"Xiao Niubi, I can't see it, you are really good, but I don't know if you have been here for a long time, and you can still show off like this, I can't say that it is not as good as those poor worms, let alone swallowing infuriating, facial features and internal organs are all To be flattened."
"Little Taoist priest, talk to your grandfather and see. There are many Qi practitioners who are not as high or low as yours in the world today. Are there any number of hands in the world?"
"It doesn't matter if you don't say anything. You just need to tell me, was that dumb little Taoist priest who saw that everyone was virtuous, and was someone beaten up to find his teeth?"
Hearing this, Lu Chen finally opened his eyes and touched his nose, "He is the master of Xiaodao, senior, you wait, Xiaodao will invite the master to come over and reminisce with the senior."
"Forget it, I don't have much hatred with him. We had a normal relationship back then.
After that, the ancient Taoist priest really stopped talking.
That strange being who seemed to have cultivated the outsider's Yehu Chan, in fact, had been listening carefully to the conversation between Lu Chen and the Taoist priest, and when he learned that the young Taoist priest was indeed a Taoist priest, he was suddenly disappointed and burst into tears.
The woman who likes to raise her hands like a white jade bow waved to Lu Chen and smiled sweetly: "Master, is there a new master in Qingqiu now?"
Lu Chen slapped his head and said, "Returning to the senior's words, now that there is no Qingqiu in the world, how can you talk about the master."
The woman's expression was complicated in an instant, and she seemed to be both shy and smiling. The so-called foxes in later generations, on her side, would be ashamed of themselves.
"You came here neither out of bounds nor back, what do you want to do?"
"To prevent anyone from coming here, have a game with my senior brother...'Duizi'."
If you exchange one fourteen realm for one fourteen realm.
Of course, Lu Chen's senior brother lost even more.
Definitely can't do this kind of loss-making business.
The said: "Lu Chen, you have your reasons, and I have my responsibilities. You can't stay here for a long time and go back."
Lu Chen said aggrieved: "My brother didn't come here often before, why don't you chase people away?"
The said: "It's different, Kou's name Yufeng is almost divine, and it is already a supernatural power."
Lu Chen's eyes mournfully said: "The poor man asks the heart to interpret dreams, it's almost magical."
The said: "Tao Fa and supernatural power are different after all."
Lu Chen asked, "Can't you open one eye and close the other?"
The said, "What do you say?"
Lu Chen just fell backwards, and quickly reached out his hand against the surface of the water, so he didn't fall to the ground.
The gods said: "They can't leave, they must stay here, why do you Lu Chen spend your life here in vain?"
Lu Chen jumped up and got up, the futon was burned by the thunder and lightning of several thin threads, and finally it was like water flowing.
Another stagger.
After that, Lu Chen's feet seemed to be muddy, and every time Lu Chen moved, he would bring out mud as heavy as mountains.
In an instant, Lu Chen's figure rose from the ground, and his figure floated horizontally. When he landed, he seemed to slap his feet, and his knee joints creaked.
In fact, this is why Lu Chen had been at the Yunlou Inn before, why he would fall backwards while sitting on the railing.
And why did he slap his feet when he was at the Dragon Elephant Sword Sect?
Lu Chen raised his hand, put his fingers together, pulled gently, and said angrily: "If you are so aggressive, Xiaodao will use his real skills!"
As if twisting a curtain with two fingers, Lu Chen lifted a corner.
In an instant, between the heaven and the earth, which was originally bright as the day, there were countless lights that were as dark as ink, penetrating into this world like a tide.
The gods shouted: "Stop!"
Lu Chen hurriedly stretched out his hand and knocked the pitch black back into the curtain, then he seemed to let go of his fingers and lowered the curtain again.
Lu Chen said angrily: "It's Xiaodao's gaffe."
A laughter sounded, like the echo of the valley, but also like the rolling of thunder, "Although it is a dog jumping over the wall, it does have a bit of Taoism, and it is worthy of being a direct disciple of Taoist ancestors."
Lu Chen put his hands on his hips and put on a scolding posture, "Sneaky, what are you talking about, you can dance if you have the ability?"
As for the identity of the other party, Lu Chen was very clear.
It is a under the jurisdiction of the ancient Heavenly Court Thunder Department, and now the is still there.
Da Li Jingcheng, the guy who worked as a driver for Nan Zang, used to be in charge of Zhan Kan Division.
This is half the boss of the old coachman. But it is still not one of the twelve high-ranking gods.
He asked, "Will Ma Kuxuan die?"
Lu Chen said angrily: "It was said back then that he would let go of a horse, and Pindao has already saved him once, otherwise he would have been beaten to death by Chen Ping'an long ago, so what about Pindao?!"
The gods remained silent and retreated to the divine position.
Lu Chen breathed a sigh of relief.
The conscience of heaven and earth is only a few moments of impoverishment.
Although this deity has always hoped that Ma Kuxuan can "enlighten" and then embark on a divine way.
However, the "dojo" of the old thunder gods in the world is not the Zhenwu Mountain where Ma Kuxuan practiced.
Zhenwu Mountain, one of the ancestral families of the Aquarius Continent, is actually one of the dojos of another god.
If this really started to ask questions, Lu Chen would have to make a slap in the face before speaking properly, and he had to be polite.
After all, whether it's Senior Master Headmaster or Senior Brother Yu, they are extremely respectful to this virtuous deity.
Because in the ancient times about 6,000 years ago, a group of majestic existences with new "God Names" appeared.
The god-name "Dajia" who traveled around Sui Mountain in Middle Earth, as well as those land-based real people with their own mountain governance, all appeared at about the same time.
And the patriarchs of the three sects all recognize these divine names.
For example, one of the gods is called "Zhenwu".
In the Qingming world, the Baiyujing, the Heavenly Transformation Heavenly Demon, in addition to being afraid of the Taoist ancestor, is also afraid of this "true martial arts" god.
There is another osmanthus tree on the moon, which blooms in spring, and the osmanthus is raining in the sky.
This goddess can be regarded as a female who fills a part of the vacancy, and her name is "Guanghan".
It's just that she was always reluctant to return to that "dojo".
Lu Chen stretched out his hand to his ear and waited for a long time without hearing anything, then retracted his hand and said tentatively, "Each one step back?"
Still silent, Lu Chen felt relieved, and this was the promise.
Lu Chen's figure dissipated, stopped in one place, and reappeared. He no longer saw the lively scene before, and there was a vast white fog.
The Taoist priest wearing the lotus crown is all alone, only the dead in the heaven and the earth can't give up day and night.
Lu Chen's expression was unprecedentedly solemn, without the slightest bit of normal air.
Then the poor road is here, waiting for the White Emperor Cheng to be in the middle!

In Huaihuang County, an old house that has never been sold to outsiders.
Dong Shuijing opened the door and said with a smile, "Yo, isn't this Lin Yupu? It's an honor and honor to come here."
Lin Shouyi stepped over the threshold and stretched out his hand, "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up."
Dong Shuijing wondered, "Why?"
Lin Shouyi said, "Congratulations."
Dong Shuijing was amused, "You are learning from Wei Shanjun."
Lin Shouyi said, "I borrowed some Gu Yu money from Chen Ping'an, and I have to return it to him sooner."
Dong Shuijing smiled and said, "Scare me, I thought you were going to get married."
Lin Shouyi raised his foot and gestured to kick someone, but Dong Shuijing turned sideways and said with a smile, "A scholar speaks and does not do anything."
If you use the words of Chen Shanzhu, the two chickens out of the cage peck each other.
Lin Shouyi said: "Old rules, sloppy."
Dong Shuijing went to the kitchen to make a fire and served two bowls of wontons.
When Dong Shuijing was busy, Lin Shouyi, who was sitting at the table of the Eight Immortals in the main room, turned his head and stared blankly at the willow tree in the courtyard.
As for the well beside the tree, Lin Yupu didn't even see it.
By the time Dong Shuijing brought a big bowl of steaming wontons in one hand, Lin Shouyi had already withdrawn his sight.
Lin Shouyi took the bowl and chopsticks and asked, "Do you know what Chen Pingan called us to come over this time?"
Dong Shuijing shook his head and said, "I didn't ask."
As soon as Lin Shou ate the wontons, he began to pick and choose. Dong Shuijing didn't even bother to listen, so he lowered his head to eat.
When I was in the school, I didn't like this guy, not because Lin Shouyi was a child of a rich family, but he liked to put on a bad face every day.
Afterwards, Dong Shuijing was even more displeased with Lin Shouyi.
She is the same age as the two of them, and she is Li Huai's sister.
That wicker-like slender woman, and she is still so gentle.
Dong Shuijing asked, "How much do you owe Chen Pingan?"
Lin Shouyi said, "One hundred."
Dong Shuijing nodded and said, "I'll give you a cushion first."
Lin Shouyi said, "Gu Yu Qian."
Dong Shuijing pretended to be surprised: "I thought it was Xiaoxue Qian."
Lin Shouyi scolded the rich man.
Dong Shuijing said, "You have such a good relationship with Chen Ping'an, why are you willing to owe me a favor?"
Lin Shouyi said: "The Dadu is excavated in Tongyezhou, and there are places where money is needed."
Dong Shuijing said, "I don't have a place to spend money?"
Lin Shou pouted, "You, Dong Bancheng, only have a place to make money."
I have to admit that this guy Dong Shuijing is really a good material for earning money. Lin Shou admired him just by talking about one of the businesses.
He packaged up several immortal hilltops with good spiritual energy, especially with clear water veins, and fiddled with some potted plants, specially pitting the silver of the generals, ministers, and dignitaries under the mountains.
The euphemism is to save money for the children and grandchildren.
If there are one or two potted plants, the Shantou Xianfu will carefully record the files, and according to the requirements of each customer, make an appointment in advance, and the descendants must be taken home in a certain year, of course, they can also be on the spot. Converting it into fairy money, taking things in advance or changing money is not acceptable. Unless the real family is in trouble, and they are too poor to open the pot, as long as the children of the family go up the mountain, they can exchange for a slightly discounted immortal money. The fairy mansion that cultivates bonsai can even help keep a family tree... Anyway, that's the thing. No matter how big or small, everything is covered.
Lin Shouyi heard that there were indeed a large number of dignitaries and gentry from various countries. He was tempted, and they all paid for it. The countries under the mountain followed countless trends at once.
For this purpose, Lin Shouyi had to admire Dong Shuijing's business experience.
This is just one of many business lines for Dong Shuijing.
Dong Shuijing scolded for no reason, "Useless!"
Lin Shou glared at him and said, "A trash worse than me!"
The chicks started pecking at each other again.
There are clouds above the layers of clouds, and at the bottom of the clouds is the human world.
Ma Yuan drank wine, and his poetry flourished, but he had to prepare a preface first.
Unlike many scholars, Ma Yuan likes to recite and excerpt the prefaces of various poems and songs by himself.
Zhao Yao, the servant of the Ministry of Punishment, took a ferry belonging to the military of Da Li. This time, Zhao Yao returned to his hometown with Ma Yuan, his immediate superior, and Guan Yiran, a member of the Ministry of Housing and Qing officials.
Zhao Yao was called by that "little uncle", and Guan Yiran was a fake public servant who came here to see his friends "by the way", the Lord of Luopao Mountain, Chen Shanzhu, and Jing Kuan, who had been the prefect of Baoxi County for a few days. , are the kind of good friends who can even vomit when drinking plain wine in Changpu River.
The ferry boat bypasses the Beiyue Piyun Mountain far away, which means that it is close to Niujiaodu.
Ma Yuan stood leaning on the railing at the outdoor viewing platform, and tapped the railing lightly. Seeing this beautiful scenery, he was moved and began to recite poems.
Zhao Yao and Guan Yiran were sitting in the house drinking, and Guan Yiran turned around and said with a smile: "Uncle Ma, you are writing again, do you want me to help you compile your thousands of limericks into a book, and then find a bookstore to spend the money on? The money is printed? No worries about sales, there are so many yamen in the capital, as long as it is an official, below the second rank, above the ninth rank, and one handbook, my capital will be recovered. This deal is done! If you add more With the capital, you can make a lot of money!"
The interrupted Master Shang Shu didn't turn his head, just raised a finger.
Zhao Yao smiled and said, "If Lord Shang Shu really wants to publish a book of poems, even if he doesn't follow official relations, he just uses a pseudonym, and he doesn't have to worry about selling it at all."
Guan Yiran teased: "Zhao Shilang, how can you be an official, don't do this kind of flattery sooner, our Uncle Ma is going to Sunfall Ferry soon, will you burn a cold stove?"
Zhao Yao asked directly: "Isn't it in the wild world, still holding the title of Shangshu? Will you step down?"
Guan Yiran raised his chin, "This kind of thing, only the high officials who are qualified to participate in the small court meeting in the imperial study room know about it, you ask the right master."
Ma Yuan walked back to the house and said, "You don't need to step down. Anyway, we have you as a servant in the Ministry of Punishment, and you won't be able to make mistakes. Besides, in the six yamen, the high position can't be completely stationary, but it can't be too frequent."
Guan Yiran laughed and said: "For Zhao Shilang, this is not good news. We have to drink wine to drown one's worries. Come, Zhao Shilang, let's go."
Zhao Yao was a little helpless.
The contemporary head of the Ma family in Shangzhu Kingdom, not long ago, was actually the Minister of the Household, and was transferred to the Ministry of Punishment as the chief official, neither promotion nor demotion.
From the original left servant of the Ministry of Punishment, Mu Yan, was promoted to the Minister of Household Affairs, replacing Ma Yuan, and became the minister of a country.
The bureaus of the Ministry of Punishment, as well as the cultivators who are named in the Ministry of Punishment, are naturally happy to see it.
Regarding that war, which of the six chief officials of the Dali court was more responsible, it was only Shen Shen or Ma Yuan, and it had nothing to do with Zhao Duanjin, Minister of Rites.
Also with the surname of Shangzhuguo, Cao Ping and Yan Jiao, have already gone to the Sunfall Ferry in the wild world to join Song Changjing and the feudal king Song Mu.
And the owner of the Ma family in Poyang is a bloated man with a face full of flesh. As long as Ma Yuan does not wear official uniforms and steps on his boots, he looks like a rich family in a small county at most. No more, the county government The richest man is unlikely to be Ma Yuan's virtue. But people don't look good. Although Ma Yuan was born with a big and round shoulders, he might be able to scare those timid people walking on the streets of Beijing alone at night. Women are afraid of robbery, and men are afraid of robbery. Yes, but this Ma Shangshu, who has been in charge of Dali's money bag for many years, is a very famous and talented man. He has a hairpin in small script, and his writing is very consummate. He is the old man of the Zhao family who is the patriarch of the pavilion of the Dali Dynasty. , It is said that Ma Yuan's small script is exactly the opposite of his appearance.
It means that as ugly as Ma Yuan's people are, the characters are as beautiful as they are.
And Ma Yuan, as a great minister who is recognized as one of the arms of the national teacher Cui Yu, is indeed a very vulgar official.
It is also one of the two fastest promotions in Dali's officialdom in recent decades. Ma Yuan in the capital in the north, and Liu Qingfeng in the capital in the south.
As for why Guan Yiran was able to speak so freely on Ma Yuan's side, it was because Ma Yuan's imperial examination teacher was Guan Yiran's great-grandfather.
The iron-clad old minister of the Ministry of Officials, the servant-lang and the middle-class of the flowing water.
In addition, before Ma Yuan became a high-ranking official of the third rank, every three years, Ma Yuan had a major plan to inspect the capital. No matter whether Ma Yuan was an official in Beijing or a local government, he always made a grade-A comment without any suspense.
This made Ma Yuan, who was born in the Ma family in Poyang, Shangzhu Kingdom, to move seven times in three years in the government office at the beginning!
This gave Ma Yuan a coveted official nickname, "Vest".
Therefore, Ma Yuan, who likes to scold people the most, is the only one who doesn't scold Guan Yiran.
Of course, apart from such a relationship, Guan Yiran's accounting, especially his ability to check accounts, is really not bad.
In the dark night, the eastern boundary of Aquarius Continent has left the Qingluan Kingdom, which is a vassal of Dali.
Li Bao, who has been the Minister of Rites for many years, treats the guests in person today.
Liu Min.
This young Qi practitioner is a native of Qingluan Country.
Li Bao has the appearance of a bookish old man. After he closed his study, he became Li Baozhen, the weaving officer of the Dali Dynasty.
In the early years, when Li Baozhen was serving as a spy, the leader of Dali Luboting, he changed his official status in Qingluan Kingdom. He was promoted quickly, and soon became the Minister of Rites.
He has presided over many conferences, and is a well-deserved person in the palm of a country.
In addition, Li Baozhen was still in the Qingluan Kingdom. Several of the grand emperors behind the scenes of the vassal states of Dali in the past, the immortal houses on the mountain, and the sects of the rivers and lakes under the mountain were all under Li Baozhen's control.
Liu Min didn't want to see Li Baozhen at first, but one of his secret mansion was stolen.
There are two bowls on the table, one bowl of ink and one bowl of water.
In this study, there are not any sage books, they are all miscellaneous books that are "useless for the imperial examinations, and useless for the people's hearts".
Li Baozhen poured himself a glass of wine, took the lead and sat down, stretched out his hand and pressed it twice, signaling the guests to be polite.
Liu Min hesitated for a moment and sat on the opposite chair.
Playing against chairs is like a game of chess.
Li Baozhen asked with a smile, "Where's Wang Yifu, have you met each other over the years?"
Liu Min was silent.
At that time, Liu Min's own master and later Da Li accompanied Liu Qingfeng, Minister of Rites of the Capital, and served as a parental official in a small county in his hometown of Qingluan. Wang Yifu was the county captain at the time. Later, when Liu Qingfeng changed places, he went to a bird house. The small border county of served as the prefect, and Wang Yifu followed along and served as a coachman all the way. As Liu Qingfeng's book boy, or half a student, Liu Min had a good relationship with the outspoken Wei Wang Xian at that time, because the other party often accompanies Liu Qingfeng to drink together.
It seems that as long as Lieutenant Wang speaks, he can make his master, who is always frowning slightly alone, think a few more words.
I remember one time drinking, Wang Yifu once asked his master a question, wanting to know how he viewed the mountains.
Because Liu Min drank alcohol at the time, he couldn't remember too much, but one of the truths of the question and answer between his master and Wang Xianwei has made Liu Min deeply remembered to this day.
From my master's point of view, the so-called immortals on the mountain are just ordinary masters with bigger fists, that's all, there are few exceptions.
At that time, Liu Qingfeng still had a question, which was asked of Liu Min. Of course, it was more likely to be a kind of self-talk and self-questioning by a master, which was related to whether he obeyed the rules, including those who set the rules.
Li Baozhen pointed to a booklet on the table and said with a smile: "Liu Min, you are a very cautious person, so I'm even more surprised, what do you think, I don't keep this kind of thing in your mind, Dare to write it down on paper?"
On the top of the booklet was an interlocking plan, aimed at a big man who could kill Liu Min with just one finger.
The two sides are about the same age, but the realm is too different.
Liu Min still did not speak.
Li Baozhen asked, "Is it still from Liu Shangshu's idea, you just help me write it down?"
Liu Min finally said, "If it's my master's idea, if you get the booklet, it must be counted."
Li Baozhen nodded, "Probably so."
I remember watching a "snack" of Liu Lao Shangshu back then. There was a sect on the mountain with a guilty conscience, and he was about to reveal a scandal. He asked Liu Qingfeng to help, and Liu Qingfeng helped to fabricate a similar scandal. There was a lot of uproar, and the Shanshui Dibao was talking about this. Of course, the result could only prove the innocence of that sect, and then there was another gossip that slandered this sect, and the cultivator began to work hard to prove his innocence. After that , and when the real scandal is "reported", they will not take it seriously, and will not want to get to the bottom of it.
Li Baozhen found Liu Qingfeng, and the latter just said it lightly.
Of course, in return, the sect with little wealth, smashing pots and selling iron, secretly took the initiative to send a large sum of immortal money to the Luojing household department.
Li Baozhen still doesn't know whether the real victim of that scandal was too late to expose a small sect of the enemy's family, whether he had obtained the kind of justice that they were satisfied with, or that they truly recognized in their hearts.
As for the booklet on the table, Liu Min recorded the entry point of the plan in it, which was regarded as the first move against Chen Ping'an.
It is Ruan Xiu of Longquan Sword Sect.
In this way, the sudden fortunes of Chen Ping'an and Luo Po Shan are more reasonable.
Especially benevolent.
The two parties have already made a private agreement for life.
Then two small sects with Shanshui Dibao to promote this matter were tragically wiped out and died under the sword qi.
Of course, no one would believe that this was Luo Po Shan's method.
But this is the first link, a small foreshadowing.
However, some people who are interested, may at this stage, they will start to guess whether it is Zhengyang Mountain's slander and blame.
And Ruan Qiong of Longquan Jianzong, the chief worshiper of the Dali Dynasty, knew that this incident was false, and the content of these Shanshui Di newspapers was even more false, but the relationship with Luopao Mountain?
The second link is Shujian Lake, which is related to Gu Can.
It can be mutually corroborated with a certain landscape travel journal.
Li Baozhen turned his head to look at the two bowls of water on the table, smiled and said, "Gu Can is the bowl of ink, no matter how you mix it, it's all ink, but Chen Ping'an is the bowl of water, dipped in a little ink, it starts to turn from clear to turbid. already."
Liu Min nodded, not denying Li Baozhen's point of view.
"Liu Min, do you have a grudge against Chen Pingan?"
"No."
"The first time we met, did you find him unpleasant?"
"When we first met, I felt that he and my master were ordinary scholars. They were gentle, approachable, able to cultivate themselves, teach others, and do things better."
The first time we met was on the road outside the lion forest in Qingluan country. In order to make way for a small black charcoal on the road, the ox cart rushed into the pond, and they became chickens.
But that Chen Ping'an's performance at that time made Liu Min feel good. Just like what my master said, no matter what kind of family it is, whether it is a wealthy family or a small family, as long as the child makes a mistake, the adult cannot replace the apology. wrong.
"That's because I think he is very lucky. He became famous at a young age, made great achievements in other places, made a name for himself, and became a disciple of the Confucian Temple saint. The Taoist is still the first person in the colorful world. It's all for him? Makes you jealous and thinks the way of heaven is unfair? You want to fight for your master, Liu Lao Shangshu?"
"I'm not jealous. I have carefully studied his family history. I must admit that all the benefits are what Chen Ping'an deserves."
In the officialdom of Dali, there are two people who are promoted the fastest, namely, Ma Yuan, the chief minister of Dali, and Liu Qingfeng, the minister of ceremonies in the capital.
The most interesting thing is that the whole official circle knows that Liu Qingfeng was used by His Majesty the emperor to monitor Luo Wang Song Mu, but the vassal king Song Mu always treated each other with courtesy.
The reason why Luojing, the companion capital, never became Song Mu's yamen alone, was that there was Liu Qingfeng.
The book boy Liu Min and the squire Wang Yifu are the two people who have followed Liu Qingfeng for the longest time. Especially Liu Min, who has been by the master's side since he was young.
But Liu Qingfeng was already dead because he was not a cultivator. The old man didn't even think about becoming a deity.
But Liu Min would not hate a scholar recognized by his master because of this.
Before his death, Liu Qingfeng once joked with Liu Min that the only person who can improve the policies of the national teacher Cui Yu in the future is not in conspiracy, not in trivial deeds that are visible on the surface, but in honesty, in morality, and in people's hearts. Cui Yu deliberately left room for the real deeds, because he personally said that those who learn from me live like me and die.
Just like all of Li Baozhen's actions in Qingluan Kingdom, in the eyes of Liu Qingfeng, he just said lightly, "What sense of accomplishment do we have when we hunt for righteousness with injustice."
The key point is that Li Baozhen had to praise the other party sincerely at that time, which was indeed better than himself.
The Legalist monk Wei Liang once helped the national teacher Cui Yu to set up a monument on the top of Yizhou Mountain.
And Liu Qingfeng wrote the genealogy of the gods of Yizhou, which was almost copied by the Confucian Temple.
"Then I'm going to be so strange that I can't understand it at all. There is no injustice and no hatred. What are you asking for by doing this?"
"Nothing to ask for."
Hearing this, Li Baozhen was finally surprised instead of pretending, and asked, "Liu Min, are you purely malicious?"
Liu Min started to shut up again, and even closed his eyes.
Li Baozhen twisted the empty wine glass in his hand and said with a smile, "Liu Qingfeng must have reminded you at some point during his lifetime that if someone threatened you someday, such as me, just betray him and let you have a small life? "
Liu Min opened her eyes and nodded, "Li Zhizao's magic trick, that's true. The master told me to forget the content of that conversation as soon as possible, otherwise I would definitely not be able to deceive you."
The master hopes that he can become the second Li Baozhen, but he is smarter than Li Baozhen, but it is too difficult.
Li Baozhen asked, "Do you know why I haven't done this?"
Liu Min replied: "Because you guessed that the master would do this, you feel boring. You have always been too lazy to do things that are not interesting."
Li Baozhen nodded with a smile, "Accurately speaking, it is meaningless and meaningless."
Liu Min asked back: "Then how can you be sure that the master didn't guess that you would do this?"
Li Baozhen's smile froze.
Liu Min smiled and said, "Li Zhizao doesn't need to pretend. In the final analysis, you are just afraid of a living Liu Shangshu. To be precise, if he is dead, you are still afraid, because he will leave behind someone specially aimed at you."
Li Baozhen smiled brightly and nodded vigorously, "Then I'm going to ask you, is there such a killer?"
Liu Min sneered: "I said yes, but you don't want to believe it all. I said no, but you still doubt it. Then if I say yes, I dare to ask Li Zhizao what is the meaning of this question?"
Li Baozhen threw the wine glass back on the table and clapped his hands, "Liu Min, I've finished asking, do you have anything else to say?"
Liu Min closed her eyes, "You and I are just waiting to die."
Li Baozhen sneered and said, "You are pretending to be mysterious, pretending to be a ghost, do you really think you are Liu Qingfeng?!"
Outside the door of the study, there was a soft applause.
Liu Min smiled and said, "Come on."
I have always kept silent about the name Chen Ping'an. You, Li Baozhen, don't believe in evil.
Li Baozhen calmed himself, looked out the door, his face was ashen, and asked, "Who?!"
Wearing a green shirt and saying goodbye to the hosta, as if entering a realm of no one, stepping into the study, "It's really unfortunate, Liu Shangshu is gone, and I'm still here. If you want to kill Liu Min, it will never be your turn."
This man was followed by a young squire with a yellow hat and blue shoes and a green bamboo stick.
Li Baozhen asked, "How could it be you?!"
"Coincidentally?"
Chen Ping'an stood behind the chair, stretched out his hand to hold Liu Min's head firmly, twisted it gently, and said with a smile, "If you don't learn well, but if you don't learn well, you will really die if you are careful."
Li Baozhen wanted to speak with his heart, wanted to call out the name of his eldest brother, but found that he could only be "silent", let alone speak.
Then Li Baozhen was horrified to discover that Chen Ping'an, who was here at this time, actually had a pair of pure golden eyes.

A lonely city among colorful clouds.
In the White Emperor City, this place where the true and false are confused, there are countless flying swords, the movement is disordered, and the speed is uncertain. It was Zheng Juzhong who spent 3,000 years to spend money to buy, accept offerings, collect secret realms, or "copy the originals". Zheng Juzhong made and imitated them by himself. Centering comes from the "fantasy" through years of deduction and calculus.
Zheng Juzhong, who looked up at a celestial and star map, withdrew his gaze, "This road probably won't work."
The other Zheng Juzhong shook his head and said, "Not necessarily."
"Exhausting the mind of human beings can only be like this. Is it possible to ask others for help? The question is who can I turn to? There is no Cui Yu in the world."
"Wait and see."
"For example, play that game of chess with the headmaster Bai Yujing Kou first?"
The name of Bai Yujing is a pirate, and the Taoism is as high as a dragon.
I have dragon slaying skills, please see the sword.
Apart from Zheng Juzhong, the only cultivators in Baidicheng who have visited this secret realm in history seem to be only the pioneering disciple Fu Su and the closing disciple Gu Can.
The sword repairer, Fu Su, once sat here for more than a month without getting anything.
Gu Can was even more hopeless than his senior brother Fu Shu, so he just asked his master some very layman questions, "Jianxiu has a flying sword, if there is no teacher and family learning, he is ignorant, do you need to find it by yourself? The natal supernatural power of Feijian?"
"Of course it is necessary, but the difference between the difficulty and the easy is huge. The sword cultivator searches for and investigates the magical powers of flying swords, such as diving into the water to find fish, it is somewhat obscure, and the water is deep, so you need to patiently, some are simple, but you can see it. , you don't have to work hard. As for the depth of the water and the shallowness of the water, it has nothing to do with the rank of Feijian, it's all luck. Many Feijian's supernatural powers are clearly like a dragon swimming in the shallows. Sword repair is easy, and you can pull the dragon's beard. Go ashore and become one's own possessions. Some natal supernatural powers are like a small fish swimming on the bottom of the sea. Jianxiu spends a lot of effort to find them, but he still gains very little. He can only laugh at himself. The great monks who are famous in one continent are actually sword cultivators with hidden identities, but they are embarrassed to admit that they are sword cultivators. , so I was ashamed to open my mouth and dared not to call myself a sword cultivator. To say that there are almost no Shan Zeye cultivators in the world, the reason is that the sects on the mountain are looking for sword cultivators outside, and they spare no effort. Carefully sculpted and cultivated at the expense of financial resources, and the birth of a flying sword of life, there are traces to follow, the Great Wall of Sword Qi, Beiju Luzhou, the ancient Shu boundary of Aquarius Island, and several other Fengshui in Haoran Treasure land, the possibility of sword cultivators appearing is far more than other places."
"Having two or more natal flying swords, or a flying sword with several natal supernatural powers, does it have an innate advantage?"
"For Jianxiu himself, of course, this is the case. Between Feijian and Feijian, as well as between the natal supernatural powers that retreat, the 'explanation' of the two is similar, or the 'complementary' of the two is opposite. There are different degrees of gain. But if you put it in all sword repairs and history, it is not necessarily true. For example, your master has only one flying sword of destiny, but all flying swords related to the water method can be repaired by thousands of swords. The flying swords are stacked on top of each other, and the one facing them is still like a group of ministers seeing the monarch, so they can only bow their heads."
"Is it a question from a university about the name of each flying sword? I heard that the name of the flying sword is Takeo Yamashita's boxing move. It should not be rumored or leaked."
"Excluding that kind of sword cultivator's name, or the blind man touching the elephant, a flying sword, if the name is too big, is an empty shelf that is not worthy of the name, and the name and the reality will clash, and then affect the flying sword's life and supernatural powers. If you are young, you will lose everything, because it means that the confused sword cultivator has not yet figured out the true connection between the flying sword and the supernatural power of life."
"Disciple only has one last question. The origin of Feijian can only depend on life?"
"It's all destiny beyond fate. You said that Jianxiu can only rely on fate. It's not wrong, but it's not enough."
Between the colorful clouds stands a large scorpion, and the stone table below it is carved with a chessboard, and there are two tins of chess pieces on it.
There was an old man in a blue shirt, with his hands behind his head, the phrase "Blessing the world first" is well-known in the world.
Han Qiao's heartfelt voice sounded, "Senior brother, Master has come to Baidi City."
Zheng Juzhong said: "Let him wait a moment, I'll go over immediately."
If you just learn swordsmanship, for Zheng Juzhong, it can't be said that there is no benefit at all, but it is of little significance.
Because Zheng Juzhong has already tried it.
Therefore, Zheng Juzhong completely abandoned this path. A Yang God who was pure sword cultivation in the Ascension Realm was in the body and outer body.
Facts have proved that even if it is a pure sword cultivator of the fourteenth realm, there is still a long way to go from the avenue that Zheng Ju thought in the center.
Then there is a sword outside the sword, and the technique seeks the Tao. The road that Bai Ye took back then was not bad.
The two Zheng Juzhong merged into one, looked at the flying swords, and said to themselves: "It's like a person's surname, first name, character, number."
In fact, there are quite a lot of future sword cultivators who have come to this secret realm, but Zheng Juzhong watched their "Raising the Fei Jian Fei Jian" from the sidelines, and the harvest was still very small.
After all, it is not a world where the avenues are completely circulated.
As for Fu Su and Gu Can among the disciples, it was only luck that Zheng Juzhong did not erase their memories.
Under the big screen, next to the stone table.
After Chen Qingliu lost one hand, he played the score by himself on the chessboard.
Zheng Juzhong appeared and said, "Master."
"Don't dare."
Chen Qingliu didn't lift his head, "I'm afraid of losing my life."
Han Qiaose was used to this.
In those days, the master and his brother were together less often, but as long as they met each other, it was always the same situation.
After three thousand years of separation, the master and apprentice finally reunited, but the result is still so unsurprising.
Han Qose didn't know the origin of the master and the blind Taoist priest in Baopingzhou. As for what the driver of Beiju Luzhou was in vain, and the scholar Chen Zhuoliu, he didn't even know.
Master's roots are not in Haoran Jiuzhou, but from a blessed land in Liuxiazhou.
Han Qose first saw Master when she was a young girl. At that time, Master was accompanied by a maid with a short spear named Xie Shiji.
Han Qiao's first impression when she saw the burly woman back then was that she was really tall and had a big physique!
But for some reason, Xie Shiji always considered herself a maid, but her master called her a senior sister.
Later, the master accepted Liu Daochun's troublemaker as a young disciple, and Xie Shiji took great care of Liu Daochun and gave him a pink Taoist robe and a glazed pavilion.
Han Qose couldn't understand this at the time, why did that woman surnamed Xie add to Liu Daochun's blue eyes.
Later, I asked my senior brother Zheng Juzhong to know the answer. It turned out to be "a fool looks at a fool and is extra kind."
But Han Qiaose had doubts again, because she could feel that Senior Brother Zheng was actually very close to Xie Shiji, even closer than Master Chen Qingliu.
Zheng Juzhong said that Liu Daochun is a half-smart person who likes to pretend to be stupid, and belongs to a real fool. Xie Shiji is not stupid but willing to be stupid, so he is really smart.
Chen Qingliu threw the chess piece in his palm on the chessboard, looked up and asked, "Do you know why I refused to teach you swordsmanship?"
"Master is willing to say a few more words is the best."
The implication of Zheng Juzhong's words is naturally that he, a disciple, already knows the answer, but Master, you can find something if you don't have anything to say. As a disciple, just listen patiently.
To say that this eldest disciple has done something wrong or not, there really isn't anything wrong.
On the contrary, it is only said that on the side of Tieshushan, Guo Outing, who was beating and trying to breach the contract, was Zheng Juzhong to climb the mountain instead of his master.
A city of White Emperor, standing in the Divine Continent of Middle-earth, the city owner Zheng Juzhong, recognized as the number one giant in the world of demons.
In the past, except for the vast world, the Qingming world and the wild world may not recognize it, but now they have to pinch their noses to recognize this fact.
Baidicheng Zheng is in the middle, really... unreasonably strong.
Even the old scholar, when Gong Delin was drinking with Chen Qingliu, had to say something about our brothers' ability to accept apprentices, there is really nothing to say.
But to say that Zheng Juzhong, the first disciple of the mountain, is so good, and he is liked by Master, I am sorry, but Chen Qingliu really can't like it.
Damn, this guy is so smart.
I remember that when Zheng Juzhong had just started practicing, he fell in love with chess.
Chen Qingliu felt that this was a bit out of business. A Qi practitioner in the lower five realms has such spare time? How can you reassure your master to teach you swordsmanship?
He just played a game with this great disciple, guessing chess pieces, black and white.
As a result, 30-6 times in a row, they all correctly guessed the color of the pieces!
The young man didn't even look at the hand where the master was hiding the chess piece. From beginning to end, he just stared at Chen Qingliu's eyes.
Chen Qingliu seemed calm at the time. Looking at the pale and colorless disciple across the table, but his eyes were shining brightly, Chen Qingliu began to murmur in his heart that he, the master, was picking up treasures by taking shit. Or did you go out without looking through the almanac and encounter a monster?
"Among those savage old beasts who just woke up, who do you think is the most likely to join the Fourteenth Realm? Well, Xiao Mo on Luopo Mountain, except for Bai Jing, who has turned into a little girl, is pretty good. Although they are not human, they are human. Unlike some people in certain places, they are obviously human, but they are too immortal. Even the dojos are not on the ground. Right in the middle."
Chen Qingliu sat down on the stone bench, looked at the two direct disciples standing, and said with a smile, "Pretty, don't be stunned, sit down and talk."
In fact, there were only two stone benches beside the table, Han Qiao glanced at senior brother, Zheng Juzhong smiled and nodded, she dared to take a seat.
It's easy to say elsewhere, Han Qiao Se is not so restrained. After all, when you sit here, you usually have to play chess with your senior brother.
But Zheng Juzhong didn't care about the harsh words of his master, and said, "The pseudonym is Wang Youwu, and the Taoist name is 'Shanjun'. Its real body is not the Shanjun we think the world thinks."
While speaking, between the master and the apprentice, on the side of the chess table, there appeared an elderly Taoist priest wearing a bamboo crown, carrying a sword and riding a deer.
Chen Qingliu frowned and said, "Isn't that Bai Jing?"
Zheng Juzhong said: "She ranks third. Pure swordsmanship, it's more difficult to get along, even if the path under your feet is in the right direction, it seems that there is only a line of separation, but it is still quite far."
"This ancient demon clan who stole the title of 'Shanjun', the opportunity to meet the road lies in the phrase 'tyranny is stronger than tiger' in later generations. Therefore, ten thousand years later, in the wild world, the more tyrannical the road is, the higher its Taoism will be. , you can sit back and enjoy it.

"It was able to take the lead because of the arrangement of the ancestor of Tuoyue Mountain and Zhou Mi, who drove half of the world to the Great Wall of Sword Qi to pave the way for it to join the road. I believe that Wang Youwu had already woken up at that time. After that, it's just pretending to be asleep. I guess it's only half a step away. Wang Youwu, who has stepped in with one foot and stepped on the threshold with half of his foot, can enter the Fourteenth Realm, but it is hidden deeper. So wait until the wild The battle was tragic, and within a few years, Wang Youwu will be able to become the Fourteenth Realm."
Hearing that there will be an additional Fourteenth Realm cultivator in the world, Chen Qingliu was completely indifferent, but just glanced at the sky.
Among the Fourteen Realm cultivators, how could there be no distinction between superior and inferior?
Maybe Zheng Juzhong was the only cultivator who dared to call "Zhou Mi" by his first name in the human world.
As for the remaining small group of great cultivators, it doesn't mean that they are not as strong as Zheng Juzhong, but they are not suitable because of their status. In short, they each have their own concerns.
Chen Qingliu asked, "The second one is that anonymous person who deliberately avoided Bai Ze?"
Zheng Juzhong shook his head and said, "It's the one with the pseudonym Ligou."
The appearance of a boy with heavy pupils has been shown in the sky before.
Chen Qingliu frowned and said, "Isn't the road to the joint path of refining things already taken first by others?"
There is a Wuzhou called "Taiyin" in the Qingming world, and it is one step ahead.
It stands to reason that every road of the great cultivator that joins the fourteen realms is a single-plank bridge.
Just like Jianxiu Xiaomo's success has fallen short, it is because Xuanduguan Sun Daoist is already on the road.
Zheng Juzhong explained: "Ligou once chose two paths at the same time, one is to refine things, the other is to eat books, the Dao manifested as a silverfish, and created a book city, trying to do the opposite. Wang. After Zhou Mi ascended to the sky, it means that he deliberately gave up a single-plank bridge that was almost ascending to the sky to Li Guo. Therefore, Li Guo relied on this to join the road. It was not a big accident, and it was almost a conclusion."
Han Qiaose's eyelids trembled.
Chen Qingliu was still calm, "Do you think I'm against Li Jiu?"
Zheng Juzhong said: "He didn't dare to kill him at all, so when he met Master, he would only avoid his edge."
Chen Qingliu laughed.
Han Qiao couldn't help laughing, and she was no longer so nervous.
Chen Qingliu smiled and said: "Then I, the master, can't thank you, this apprentice?"
Zheng Juzhong said, "I have to thank Master for not temporarily changing the color of the pieces in his hand."
Chen Qingliu was silent for a moment, then said, "I actually wanted to fool you when I was on the eighteenth pawn. It was that stupid big man who blocked it twice with his heart."
Zheng Juzhong said: "I recognize the process, and I also recognize the result, so I have always been grateful to Master and her."
If there is a thirty-seventh guess, Zheng Juzhong can still guess correctly, but it is very likely that it will hurt the foundation of the Dao.
That's why Chen Qingliu said today that Xie Shiji had blocked him twice.
Zheng Juzhong continued: "Wang Youwu, Li Jiu, and then there is a certain possibility of Bai Jing and that Anonymous. But besides them, there is actually a Concubine Fei, who will walk before Bai Jing when the opportunity is right. On the surface, the concubine's ability to join the road is due to Bai Ze's guidance, but in fact, it can still be regarded as an old road that has been carefully laid out."
Chen Qingliu said with a smile: "If Zhou Mi is as powerful as you said, why would he go to the sky and run away in despair, and can only wait for the patriarch of the three sects to join the road, and then go and ask him a question?"
Zheng Juzhong said: "Wen Hai Zhou Mi was only one person after all."
Chen Qingliu asked, "What if Zhou Mi was with you and Xiuhu?"
Zheng Juzhong smiled and said, "It's best not to make assumptions about human affairs, and don't talk about what if."
Chen Qingliu clicked his tongue and said, "Master is teaching the disciples."
Zheng Juzhong rested one hand on the stone table and said with a smile, "Master."
Chen Qingliu waited for the next sentence, but Zheng Juzhong did not continue to speak. Chen Qingliu laughed and scolded: "Stinky boy, are you kidding me?"
Zheng Juzhong said with a smile on his face, "Master taught the disciples a lot back then, and there is one sentence that the disciples will always keep in mind."
Chen Qingliu said angrily: "I'm getting old, my eyes are dim, my brain is not enough, don't let me guess, if you have a fart, let it go!"
Zheng Juzhong said: "Master once said to me, 'Zhuzhong, Master has only one disciple like you, and you can make more progress in the future to make Master happy.'"
Chen Qingliu wondered: "I actually said such serious words?"
Zheng Juzhong said with a smile: "It was because I was drinking too much. Master's drunken words are from the heart."
Chen Qingliu rubbed his chin and muttered, "Damn it, there's an extra devil in the world, Zheng Juzhong, so why do you have to blame me, Chen Qingliu?"
Zheng Juzhong raised his hand, waved his sleeves, and pointed to Tongyezhou, where the Confucian scholar Li Xisheng was located. He smiled and said, "All gentlemen, look at Duizi and kill Qingming for Haoran."
Chen Qingliu was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly yelled: "Stinky boy, you tell me what to do with this, you can rest assured, what's the difference between you and bullying your teacher and destroying your ancestors..."
Really afraid of what to come.
At this moment, a young Taoist boy appeared out of thin air and gently pressed Zheng Juzhong's arm, "Scholar, don't be so angry."
Beside the young Daotong, there was also a tall sword-carrying Daoist standing.
Daozu, second disciple Yu Dou.
Never thought that there would be another old master soon, he stretched out his hand to support Zheng Juzhong's arm, "lift it up, lift it up, just lift it up, we scholars, why can't we say rhetoric."
The most holy master also came, and there was the holy saint beside him.
And a frowning old scholar.
Chen Qingliu winked at the old scholar.
The old scholar was silent.
Old Xiucai, it's up to you to smooth things out.
it's me again? The donkeys also give some fodder to gnaw on the mill. What's more, in such a big scene, with my thin arms and thin legs, can I blend in? Brother, don't you feel bad for your brother?
Anyway, if something goes wrong with my big apprentice, I will go to Luopo Mountain to find your little apprentice.
Then I try it?
hurry up!
The old scholar laughed, stretched out his hand early, then held Zheng Juzhong's hand, shaking it vigorously, "Brother Zheng, let's go, let's play a game of chess, I'm afraid to scare you, brother, my chess skills have skyrocketed over the years, Today is no different than before, if you don’t hide your clumsiness, I will definitely win you…

After being so troubled by the old scholar, the Taoist ancestor and the most holy teacher withdrew their hands almost at the same time.
Li Sheng smiled and said, "There is no need to exchange money."
Yu Dou asked, "Do you want to exchange money?"
"You're not convinced?"
Zheng Juzhong asked rhetorically, "Believe it or not, I'll exchange money with Lu Chen?"
The three of us, let's leave the Fifteen Realms.
The only one who was sitting, Han Qiaose, sat there dumbfounded, shivering, Dao Xin... what about Dao Xin.
What is a real fairy fight, this scene is what it is.
This is not the kind of harsh words that market teenagers meet on narrow roads.
The old Xiucai sighed, "Brother Zheng, why are you arguing with someone again? A gentleman should not speak up, if you can, don't speak up... Of course, it's best not to quarrel and fight, after all, people are really invincible. , they all say that the shadow of a person's famous tree, only the wrong name is not given the wrong nickname, is it a waste of fame? Besides, the realm of Lu Zhangjiao is very high! As for Li Xisheng, forget it, after all, now It's my family."
The most holy teacher probably couldn't listen anymore, so he coughed as a reminder to the old Xiucai not to fight over here.
The old Xiucai is bitter, I call it the opposite, if not, can Zheng Juzhong listen?
In fact, Li Xisheng had already noticed the situation here, so he wanted to come to Baidi City, the big deal was to play a game with Zheng Juzhong in advance.
If you weren't thinking about defending the road for the little bottle, it wouldn't make much difference whether the game was played early or late.
It's just that Li-Xisheng was blocked by Lisheng. Lisheng just asked him to prepare for the debate of the three religions, and he didn't care about the rest.
Daozu looked up at the words.
Zheng Juzhong is indeed a rare talent in ten thousand years, and there is no need to compete for the first place.
Daozu said: "The three games of chess, you can play how you want to play."
The Holy Master nodded and said yes.
The old Xiucai nodded and said: "Three games are good, two wins and one loss, it's more fair, such as playing chess, whether you are in a good mood that day, whether you have enough to eat, whether you drink good wine or bad wine, your chess strength fluctuates. , if you can't do it right, three games are good, after one game, you won't be arrogant or discouraged, and prepare well for the next game."
Chen Qingliu said with a smile: "Old Xiucai has a lot of insight into playing chess."
The old Xiucai still nodded, "The insight is quite unique."
The second sect who came with the sword on his back to teach Yu Dou, just looked in the direction of the overturned mountain in the past.
Daozu laughed heartily: "Zheng is in the middle, as you can see."
Now that we finally meet, it's getting what you want.
In the secret realm of Baidi City, a third "Zheng Juzhong" appeared, wearing a Taoist robe, wearing a Taoist crown, and full of Taoism.
Daozu stepped out and came to this secret realm. He smiled and said, "None of them are swordsmen, but the onlookers are clear, so let's follow the vines with fellow Daoists and talk about 'kendo and one'."
I never thought about Zheng Juzhong but smiled and said, "I would rather know what the first 'underworld' is about being lost."
Daozu said: "The name can be strong, but the Tao can't be."