Chapter 1206: better read

Chapter 1206
Yo Yo Lu Ming, the apple of the wild food. My heart is long, Qingqing Zijin.
If you think innocently, the love between men and women is similar to seeking Tao in the mountains.
"Sir, it rained a little differently this time."
Ning Ji caught up with Chen Pingan and did not bring an umbrella when he went out. Senior brother Zhao Shuxia was usually the first to go to the source village school and prepare breakfast there.
I didn't expect that it would rain halfway. Fortunately, I didn't run a few steps, but I met a gentleman who seemed to know the heavy rain before he went out. He is really a pedantic heaven and man.
The boy's vision is shrewd and piercing.
This is the best cultivation qualification.
Maybe even the heavenly watchmen from all over the world can't see what the young man sees.
In Chen Ping's eyes, this heavy rain is destined to last for several days, but in fact, every drop of rain is a golden word that contains Dao Qi.
If there is a loose way, there is a way.
But in the world, especially the "preparation for rainy days" of the top sects, with various formations and means, there is no verification of whether "catching the rain" is effective, and how effective it is.
I am afraid that we can only get a gradual proof after the rain stops, or after the rain stops, it will take tens of years and hundreds of years, and through various opportunities of Taoism, large and small.
The only exceptions are probably those big monks who have already touched the bottleneck of the "heavenly heights". Only this small group of people on the top of the mountain can get a relatively intuitive view of the Tao.
I believe that many far-sighted and far-sighted monks in the world hope to break through the bottleneck of the Ascension Realm through this walk.
Chen Pingan slowed down, tilted the umbrella towards the students, walked towards the school together, and said with a smile: "It's not the same, this statement is quite good, very good."
The patriarchs of the three teachings parted ways, bid farewell to the world, and rushed to the new heaven hand in hand, and confronted Zhou Mi, who tried to repeat the way of heaven and arrange the world, is a "heaven".
So of course the "falling" of this rain will be different, which has never happened in ten thousand years.
Logically speaking, ordinary masters hardly have any feelings, but Ningji can keenly perceive that the torrential rain is unusual, which itself is a proof and recognition of the "qualification" of Taoism.
Ning Ji blushed a little, he was just making a nonsense statement, and never thought that he would get a verbal award from his husband. Mr. is not easy to praise people.
Chen Pingan said: "Ningji, do you want to learn fairy art?"
Ning Ji said without hesitation: "Yes, of course I want to learn."
All these years, the grandfather who fled to the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom together depended on each other for their lives. Now the old man has returned to his hometown.
Ning Ji thought that if he could succeed in his studies, he could go on a study tour alone earlier, and go there to see his grandfather. I heard from my husband that Teacher Lu taught my grandfather a Daoyin technique that can strengthen the body. It is not difficult to be a long-lived old man. In fact, this is what Chen Pingan said implicitly. If you follow Lu Chen's words completely, as long as you still have the spirit of spreading branches and leaves, it will not be difficult for a dead tree to grow old in spring.
In the matter of "finishing", Chen Ping'an and Lu Chen belonged to the same kind of people, they would not pat their buttocks and walk away, and they cared about getting together well and leaving well, and a good beginning and a good end.
Chen Ping asked with a smile: "If one day you learn the art of immortality, what do you want to do most?"
Ning Ji replied honestly: "I haven't thought about this question, sir, do you have to wait for me to give a satisfactory answer before you can learn the legendary fairy art?"
I heard that those who learn Taoism, whether they are young people who are hearsay or books, seem to have great ambitions at the beginning of going up the mountain. After going up the mountain, they have to put in great perseverance and hard work. Difficulties and trials are the only way to achieve enlightenment and immortality.
Chen Ping shook his head and said with a smile, "It's just a casual question. If someone asked this kind of question when I was about your age, I probably wouldn't be able to answer it."
What is repairing Qi Zhiping, three immortals, eating cold pork head meat, what is carrying mountains across lakes and seas to turn the tide, I have never heard of it, let the boy in Niping Lane answer it.
Learning boxing and sword practice, building a bridge of longevity, just trying to survive.
Ning Ji raised his head and said with a bright smile, "Sir, tell me more about the knowledge of the mountains. I have loved to listen to them since I was a child. Even if I don't learn fairy arts, I still find it interesting."
Chen Pingan thought for a while, and said slowly: "If you only talk about refining qi in a narrow sense, you don't have to take the practice of immortality too far and too far, and simply regard it as a handicraft. There is no essential difference between a farmer, a farmer, and a master teaching, but the threshold for cultivating Taoism is indeed higher than that of hundreds of crafts in the market. Whoever has good aptitude can learn quickly. They are all ordered by Dao Qi, which is naturally endowed by heaven and earth, and is a large collection of wealthy couples from the law and land. It’s just that this kind of statement cannot escape the pattern of fatalism, and I have doubts about it. But if it is a broad sense of Taoism and truth-seeking , the threshold is high, and I have to admit that apart from my personal character, I have to talk about whether or not God has given me food."
Having said that, Chen Ping took out a few talismans from his sleeves, which belonged to the relatively unpopular "one character" on the mountain, and wrote the same character, "Xian" in seal script, official script and regular script respectively.
Handing the three talismans to Ning Ji, Chen Pingan said with a smile: "Put them away first. I will teach you a kind of breathing method of eighteen stops of sword qi in the near future. In the future, you can study and refine qi in your spare time. Carefully observe the word 'immortal', and write it down when you have any experience. This is not a homework for me to show to any outsiders. It is written by you for yourself. It is used to record the reading experience of different ages and stages. Don't underestimate this. A single word is considered not to be reading. In the ancient times, those Taoist priests and scholars, many of the great learnings that have continued to this day and are constantly popular, all came from one or two words or a certain sentence at the earliest."
Ning Ji and his husband thanked each other, then carefully put away the three talismans and put them in his arms. The young man touched his chest and smoothed it gently, as if he could feel at ease in this way.
Chen Ping smiled and said: "Few people dare to say that they have finished reading the book, but if they have read the book well, you and I can still ask for a higher level in this state."
Ning Ji patted his heart. The boy seemed to have taken a big reassurance. He grinned and said, "I remember every word that Mr. said, and I think about it carefully several times before going to bed every day."
Mr. is a very substantive person, there are no requirements for food, housing and transportation, but Mr. is very particular about studying, very particular.
For example, some books that are frequently read by the husband, as long as they are opened, outsiders can tell at a glance how many times the husband has read them, because the first time the annotations are all written in small script, and the second time is "Zhu Bian". The vermilion text written in the narration will be relatively casual, it may be running script, or even cursive script, and the third time I read the book, I will use the green ink ingot to grind the ink-dipped school script...
The truth couldn't be simpler, it's just ~EbookFREE.me~ If you don't write, it's like reading for nothing. "
Therefore, such the simplest "unique method" of reading does not require Chen Pingan to explain the truth to the student Ning Ji.
Ning Ji will naturally learn from his husband, and just copy it. Last time in Lupo Mountain, the little brother Cui Dongshan gave him a gourd-shaped inkstone as a gift from his classmates. ".
Senior sister Pei Qian said that she was not good at reading and studying, so she gave Ning Ji a bag of fairy money, saying that when you see a book you like, at least you don't have to look at the price.
Brother Cao gave Ning Ji more than a dozen books, asking Ning Ji to read which ones first and then which ones, why to read and how to read, Cao Qinglang explained in detail.
This may be an old tradition of Wensheng's lineage. When meeting with the same sect, they never like to talk about their respective realms and cultivation, and they are more concerned with studying.
Chen Ping smiled and said, "Will you still be nervous when you go to Luopo Mountain next time?"
Ningji said: "I will definitely still be nervous, but I won't be so nervous."
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Sir, I can teach you a trick that I have figured out by myself. When dealing with people, don't hurt the dignity in things, and in dealing with others, don't hurt the dignity in your words."
Ning Ji's eyes lit up, "Easy to remember and easy to learn!"
Chen Ping said with a smile: "Easy to remember is easy to remember, not necessarily easy to learn."
Living in this world, running around and working hard, for Chen Ping'an, it's just a game of stealing punches. If you don't know enough, think of others when you see them, and accept them when you see them.
When one day "no punches to steal", it may be considered that one has really entered the realm of "I am already a master".
Ning Ji said: "I'm just learning superficially, and I'm far behind my husband's 'learning well'."
Chen Ping stretched out his hand outside the umbrella again, and the raindrops of those golden words hit the palm of his hand. Chen Ping found that he still couldn't catch them, and the rhyme of the words would dissipate on their own. If it goes on for a long time, it will be a bit hot to keep this posture. Chen Pingan tried to incorporate these soybean-sized raindrops into the long river of time in the small world of the human body just now, but found that those golden words could not be retained, and by force, the entire text could store water and form a pond. Unfortunately, those golden Dao Qi It will still disappear, and there will still be a pool of stagnant water.
It's not that Chen Ping is conceited. When he can't retain Dao Yun with his natal flying sword and magic methods, it means that many monks in the Ascension Realm are in a normal situation, which is normal, or this is in line with the status of the patriarch of the three religions In the way of scattered Taoism, it is wishful thinking for the monks on the top of the mountain to try to solve the problem with strength. It is estimated that the correct answer is the power of Taoism, and whether they really recognize the root of the three teachings in their hearts, they have the opportunity to accept this gift of the Tao.
Ning Ji followed suit, stretching out his hand to catch the rainwater, and the raindrops hit the palm of his hand, making the young man feel pain. It was so heavy that the young man grinned and wanted to withdraw his hand.
Chen Pingan's expression changed slightly, he straightened the umbrella leaning towards the young man, patted the young man's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Ning Ji, I guess this rain will last for a long time, you run back to your residence to get an umbrella, I will Waiting for you here. Don’t hurry, remember to change your clothes.

Ning Ji originally had such a plan, and there was still a distance away from the village school, so he couldn't let the rain wet his shoulders just to take care of himself.
Without saying a word, the young man turned back the same way, galloped in the heavy rain, his steps were brisk and his figure was vigorous, every time he took a breath, a white mist rose above the young man's head.
Chen Ping stood where he was, and soon saw the figure of the young man who had changed his clothes and ran back. Ning Ji was holding an umbrella in his hand, and there was an oiled paper umbrella under his arm, which was for Senior Brother Zhao.
How lucky I am to be able to meet these students and apprentices at that time and at this moment.
Ning Ji trotted all the way to Chen Pingan's side, and boldly asked, "Can I ask sir a question."
Chen Ping smiled and said: "If there is anything you can do, just ask."
Ning Ji asked curiously: "What kind of person does Mr. want to be?"
Chen Pingan reached out and touched the boy's head, and gave an answer that was not an answer, "If you ask the teacher where to go, the student will know when he goes."
Ning Ji admired him, "I remembered another golden saying that can be used as the motto. Sure enough, the master is still very knowledgeable."
Chen Ping patted the young man on the head lightly, and said with an angry smile: "In the future, talk to Cao Qinglang more about learning, and stop chatting with Cui Dongshan."
Ning Ji said in a low voice: "Little senior brother is actually very knowledgeable, and he said a lot of things that encouraged me to study with humility, and they all said very well."
Chen Ping asked casually, "For example?"
Ning Ji said: "For example, the little brother asked me to know the truth, but I didn't see the truth. Of course I don't know much, so I don't dare to talk nonsense. The little brother asked and answered by himself, and helped me to solve my doubts. You can solve your doubts with one method, and let me cherish the precious opportunity to get along with my husband day and night, read more, listen more, learn more, and learn three or four successful husbands from books and books, which is enough to benefit me for a lifetime."
Chen Pingan said helplessly: "Do you really believe it?"
Ning Ji wondered: "Believe it, why don't you believe it, how dare you not believe it, I just said that the last time I saw how my husband persuaded the river master to drink at the table, the more I thought about it afterwards, the more learned I became."
Chen Pingan laughed and said, "It's really a good example."
Ning Ji really wanted to have a few more conversations with his husband, and then asked, "Aside from Yuanjing, what studies have you been studying recently?"
Chen Pingan said: "I'm thinking about a game of chess. The opponent can determine the winner or loser by playing at least a few moves on the board. Then I think about whether all human natures have the same origin and different streams."
Ningji let out a wow, amazed, this is impossible to learn.
Walking on the path by the stream, passing old trees with green leaves, the sound of wind and rain on the branches, the same stream flowing, the mountains can't keep it, usually it's just gurgling, whimpering for people, and it's like a loud voice in rainy season. Mr. and the students walked slowly under umbrellas. As they approached the school, Ning Ji suddenly said softly, "Sir."
Chen Pingan joked: "Why, you are so talented, you want to recite a poem?"
The boy originally wanted to ask his master why he was willing to stop and teach in the countryside, but he stopped asking after being interrupted by him.
Chen Pingan said solemnly: "We from the literary sage lineage have come out with a number one scholar."
Ning Ji shook his head like a rattle, "Don't dare to think, don't dare to think."
Chen Ping smiled and said, "You can think about it."
There was about a quarter of an hour before class at the school. Chen Pingan put away his umbrella and stood under the eaves. The wind and rain were boundless and the sky was dark. He looked at the stone sundial on the edge of the grain drying field from a distance.
It's almost time to meet the real demon.
Whether he can return to the Jade Raw Realm and touch the bottleneck again depends on what this sneaky and well-hidden inner demon really means.
Those demons that have been cut and removed are not pure because they are rooted in part of Chen Pingan's humanity. It is like a confrontation between two armies. As the coach of one side, the demons themselves are always hiding in the dark. It has been driving hundreds of thousands or millions of soldiers under its command to attack the city and pull out the stronghold, deliberately showing weakness and deliberate temptation. , belongs to the distant confrontation, the complexity of the human heart, the purity of the divinity, a tug of war.
In fact, Chen Pingan once had a whimsical "invite the king into the urn", that is, before the founders of the three religions scattered, he built an illusory and bone-strewn bridge of longevity through his own small world before the patriarchs of the three religions scattered. A so-called road to the sky, so that the heavenly demon in Qingming Tianxia, ​​who can be regarded as the fifteenth realm, who is free from Taoism and can be regarded as the fifteenth realm, will feel the fighting in the vast world and take the initiative to enter this place that Chen Pingan occupies at the same time. The "ancient battlefield" where the time, place and people are harmonious, and then let the founders of the three religions come and wipe them out once and for all. Of course, Chen Pingan, who is a risk-taker and risk-taker, has the possibility of reaching the sky in one step.
The old man in the backyard of Yang's pharmacy once left a letter, asking Chen Pingan meaningfully, are you full?
If you must eat it, eat the biggest one! With the help of external forces, try to directly eliminate a fifteen-level demon! Eat as much as you can, and leave what you can't eat temporarily.
Zhou Mi, who successfully climbed to the sky and left, occupied an ancient ruins of the heavenly court. This is the gift of heaven, and Zhou Mi began to pursue the 16th with the 15th realm.
According to the old man's consistent behavior style, Chen Pingan, as the other "half one" shared equally with Zhou Mi, presumably there must be another "gift" that is not much different in the world, just like the spring planting and autumn harvest in the field, waiting for Chen Pingan to harvest. The key depends on whether Chen Pingan dares to think and whether he can do it.
Even if it is easier to invite the gods than to send them away, and even the patriarchs of the three religions cannot eradicate the hidden dangers of heavenly demons, don't forget that Chen Pingan still has one mind to practice swords outside the sky. condescending.
Accompanied by a sword bearer.
It is another kind of bottom line of Chen Ping'an.
This is the seventh layer of thought and train of thought of Chen Pingan's retreat.
But now it seems that Chen Pingan's calculation has completely come to nothing. That celestial demon didn't bite the bait at all, maybe it felt the bait was too small, maybe it was Dao Ancestor, it didn't dare to act rashly, or maybe it was already weighing the pros and cons, and saw through the mind of an ant in the Nascent Soul Realm like Chen Pingan from afar , is not the fourteenth realm, and is also worthy of arm wrestling with it, on an equal footing?
In short, in its eyes, the exhaustive planning of layers of minds is like a child's play, an elementary school child shaking his head and explaining the three thousand words of Taoism.
Chen Ping laughed at himself, no matter what, he tried his best.
Having traveled a long way and met many people, Chen Pingan has forgotten when and who said it. The guilt comes from what he did wrong, and the regret comes from what he didn't do back then.
Chen Ping moved his eyes upwards, and the heavy rain was like a curtain.
In the sky.
The sky is empty.
Some Ascension Realm consummate monks have more opportunities.
The four seasons are beautiful and clear, the human relationship is harmonious and beautiful, the winter is cold and the spring is warm, and the wild grass grows by itself.
Weeds grow deep.
Ning Ji stood over the stove and called softly, "Sir, breakfast is ready."
Chen Pingan withdrew his thoughts and went to the kitchen. For breakfast, there were only pickled vegetables and porridge, plus two tea eggs.
Chen Pingan said suddenly: "Under the tree, Ning Ji, I hope you can become such a kind of person."
Zhao Shuxia stopped his chopsticks, and Ning Ji raised his head and asked, "What kind of person?"
Chen Ping said with a smile: "For example, Liu Jinglong, the Taihui sword sect, and Wen Yu, the head of Tianmu Academy, are scholars who deserve the word mellow Confucianism. They look like they are warm."
On Luopo Mountain, because the rain was too heavy, Daoist Xianwei stopped watching at the mountain gate, chatted with Zheng Dafeng and Chen Lingjun, and moved a bench to sit under the eaves to enjoy the rain.
It was just chatting nonsense, where the feet slipped on the watermelon rind, Zheng Dafeng casually chatted about the saying "God is perfect", saying that wild beasts in the mountains will not harm children, and it is the same as Buddhist dragon elephants that can easily repel and tame wild beasts The truth is, a mountain’s ancestral temple has Dao Qi, and a person also has his own humanity and spirit. Taoist Xianwei heard this, thoughtful, and the little boy in Tsing Yi had a shallow mind, only thinking that Brother Dafeng still had something.
The town god's temple incense man who came here to order Mao is famous for being unshakable in all weathers and thunder. He didn't see the Taoist priest Xianwei at the mountain gate, so he rode a new black snake to the house and wandered away. , looking at those three guys who are not doing their jobs properly, Zhu Yitong is heartbroken, just because Daoist Jingqing is Chen Shanzhu's confidant, after all, he is half an outsider in Luoluoshan, so it is hard to say anything, he knows the way After entering the study room of Taoist Priest Xianwei, it made the green snake wait at the gate of the mountain, and went over the mountains to find Guardian Zhou. Not long ago, Chen Shanzhu really went to the Chuzhou Town God's Temple as scheduled. Gao Ping's elm bump seemed to be enlightened, and he didn't even have the slightest airs. , It’s nothing more than arranging troops and strategizing. Zhu Yitong doesn’t understand it very well, but he is happy and worried. Why did you go early? Became the Capital City God of the Great Li Jingshi.
On the other side of Dali Capital City, the old Yuanying Liu Jia, who was guarding the alley outside the Renyun Yiyun Building, submitted his resignation letter to the Ministry of Punishment and resigned from his position as a gatekeeper. The old man said he would go to another continent to have a look.
He's not a fool, the old man knows that since Chen Ping'an came to this alley, all the foreigners who came here to show up, no matter whether they know him or not, the people he stopped outside the alley were all what he called "" If you haven’t seen an expert who has never seen an expert before, then the joke that the national teacher Cui Chen made back then is considered a promise. Liu Jia planned to visit Beiju Luzhou first, but before taking the cross-continental ferry to leave Aquarius Island, the old man took a trip to the border of Chuzhou, disembarked at Niujiaodu, and walked to the gate of Luopo Mountain on foot. Torrentially, the old man held an umbrella and looked at the archway of Shanmen and left. Although he didn't go to the gate, he still had a good time.
Yu Lu and Xie Xie walked north all the way, and finally came to the territory of the old Lu Dynasty. The capital of the former homeland is now located in Dali Zhaozhou.
How to deal with the capital of the subjugated dynasty, especially the imperial palace, the Dali Ministry of Industry is a good hand with rich experience.
The streets and alleys adjacent to the rich and aristocratic families in the old days have mostly become common people's homes.
The young emperor and female national teacher who had already returned to the country in Tongyezhou did not stay here for long. They left this huge city once surnamed Lu, and occasionally joined forces with Yufeng for a distance. The dog barks, the smoke curls up, and the children are loved.
During the passage, green bamboos are sparsely scattered, a few peach blossoms lean towards the river, and a group of ducks swim across the sparkling water full of peach blossoms. Yu Lu began to choose the fishing position and throw the pole, which was a big spoiler.
In the end they came to a mountain, which used to be the first fairy house of the Lu Dynasty, and it was occupied by a Dali native sect. It was a mountain fairy house second only to the Changchun Palace. The minister of Fulong has never been mean and ungrateful, because of occupying this dojo, coupled with the great support of the Dali court, from the bottom of the third-rate mountain sect in Aquarius Continent, in less than fifty years, it has grown step by step. Grow into a second-rate power. In fact, Yu Lu has been doing well all this way, thank you, after all, she is a sentimental woman with a lot of family and country feelings, the more indifferent Yu Lu behaves, she will inevitably scold him a few words. This is the first time Xie Xie returned to his hometown after he became a survivor of Lu's prisoner and moved to the old Longzhou, and saw the old mountain scene again. Compared with the great war that swept across several continents, looking back at this hometown, the mountains and rivers in their eyes now seem to have risen and fallen in a small way.
The new Taoist in the mountain, looking down at the moment, the old owner of the mountain, looking up at this moment, there are still many white clouds on the mountain.
Xie Xie cried a lot, said it was crying, but there was no heart-piercing wail. She just squatted on the side of the road, holding her face in her hands, and refused to get up.
Yu Lu didn't comfort her either, but just waited silently for her to finish crying, and then took her to find a place to drink. He had traveled with his companions on several trips, and he had a tacit understanding for a long time.
In the heavy rain, in a roadside wine shop, the old man who sells wine is dozing off, and the customers are not very attentive, but the young shop assistants are more enthusiastic, but it is a pity that they met two poor ghosts, guessing whether they are the kind of young couple who eloped Otherwise, judging by their clothes, they don't look like the kind of men and women who can't afford good wine.
A slender middle-aged man, wearing a neat black robe, took off the bamboo hat, and the man with the purple jade hairpin on his head stood under the eaves, gently waving the hat to shake off the raindrops, he picked out a Sitting at the nearby wine table, he ordered half a catty of homegrown loose wine, and asked the waiter to cook two appetizers. The man took a sip of the wine, turned his head to look at Yu Lu, and said with a smile, "It's a good match."
People who don't like to drink, drink here and there, and what they drink is the name and price of the drink.
If Chen Pingan hadn't reminded him in advance, Yu Lu would not have guessed the other party's identity, so he smiled and said, "Did Bai Jianxian come here specially for me?"
Thank you very nervous.
After all, the other party might be an Ascension-level Sword Cultivator. If it weren't for the Huolong Daoist of Liedi Peak, Jianxiu Baishang, he would be the number one person on the mountain in Beiju Luzhou.
Bai Chang smiled and said: "The children of the Lu family are notoriously inferior to each other until a prince, Lu Ji, is born."
"It's a pity that this real dragon succumbed to the Qiandi, and died without achieving the climate. In the end, it became a joke. If I remember correctly, a group of young people traveled far away to study. Chen Ping'an was fourteen years old. Learning boxing, Yu Lu was already a martial artist of the six realms at that time. He entered the golden body realm in the library of the Sui Mountain Cliff Academy. It was good for thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi. However, Chen Pingan has seen the scenery of martial arts on the level of the ultimate return to the true. It is really more popular than others."
"What do you think, Lu Ji?"
Yu Lu smiled and said, "Lu Ji became Yu Lu, and Lu Yue also became Bai Chang. No, if I guessed correctly, there seems to be Lu Qing, the founding emperor of the Lu family."
Bai Chang picked up the wine bowl and said with a smile: "Will you accept the wine given by Bai Yi?"
Yu Lu laughed and said, "Why not get charcoal in the snow."
Bai Chang asked: "Aren't you worried that Chen Ping'an's heart will be resentful, and the incense that has been accumulated so hard will fade away, causing the two parties to go further and further apart, and the gain outweighs the loss?"
Yu Lu said: "Brothers settle accounts clearly, Bai Jianxian doesn't have to worry about it."
Bai Chang took out a brocade box and said, "I only accepted one direct disciple named Xu Xuan. He can go to Tongye Continent and serve as the chief priest of your royal family. As for the pill in the box, it is extremely precious. It is my meeting gift." Yes, you can take it yourself, but you can continue to be the emperor. Of course, you can also give it away. The monks of Yuanying and Feisheng are not suitable for taking this pill, because it is easy to waste everything. Xianjun's surname is Ge, his Taoist name is Huainan, his whereabouts are elusive, he has no desires and desires, he likes to observe the precepts and travel to the five capitals, and back and forth between the dark world, it is estimated that he is only half a step away from being in the five elements, he is one of my senior brothers, it is a pity I have never masked my face. There are hundreds of refinements for knives, and hundreds of steaming for pills. I only know that Senior Brother Ge, who is highly respected by his master, is best at refining the elixir for bringing the dead back to life, and the phoenix gang recipe for returning the soul. Ge Senior brother has never accepted apprentices in this life, and he has never written a book, so it is not my generation who can know the method of refining and refining. Those who are good at things in future generations only know its general outline. I still know the name of this pill from a stranger. 'Fourth Party', also known as 'Hundred Ridges'."
Yu Lu took the brocade box without hesitation, and asked, "Why did you and Chen Pingan become enemies?"
Bai Chang looked at the dark rain curtain outside the door, and said with a casual smile: "Whether it is intentional or not, he has ruined a big plan of mine after all, otherwise I should at least be at the peak of the Ascension Realm today, and I can seek the 14th anniversary early." border road."
Yu Lu said: "In this way, it is not a small feud."
Bai Chang smiled and said: "Actually, it's okay, after all, we are from the same town. On the narrow path, it's just that everyone shows their special abilities, and winning or losing won't be too embarrassing."
Yu Lu asked: "But there will definitely be a sword-question?"
Bai Chang picked up the wine bowl and drank it down, and said in a slightly helpless tone: "It can only be a fair and aboveboard questioning of swords in the same situation."
There is no way, that Chen Ping'an is really lucky, and now he has too many identities.
Cui Dongshan and Jiang Shangzhen had a clear division of labor. On the two isolated sites of the Lotus Root Blessed Land, each stared at one place and followed the border of the formation to see if there were any loopholes and if they could find a few fish that slipped through the net. As a result, Chief Zhou was lucky, he really found a very hidden "side door" path of the big formation, a good method, a master of art is bold, but it is not clear whether this deeply hidden big fish is now inside or outside Jiang Shangzhen let the Yangshen body sit on the spot and wait for the rabbit, and the Yinshen traveled far away, and continued to patrol around quickly. Anyway, the territory is not big, so he used the most stupid method, scurrying around like headless flies. The body is hanging in the air overlooking the earth, the book is used up, and the method of derivation and calculation has always been something that Jiang Shangzhen is not good at, and he is even less willing to spend his time studying.
As the talisman avatar of the Taoist, Chen Pingan quietly left the Temple of Begging Flowers in Dieye Mountain. First, he found the old man who called himself Tao Zhe and asked him for help to investigate the "previous lives" of Yuan Huang and Wu Jiang. There is no problem, the two young warriors are both natives of Ouhua Blessed Land.
Chen Ping's presence in this blessed land is somewhat similar to that of Lu Chen, who sits in Baiyujing, in Qingming Tianxia. He monitors the world's spiritual beings and enlightened people. As long as you are patient enough, it is easy to find someone. Of course, the premise is that The other party does not have the kind of means to cover the sky. After confirming that both Yuan Huang and Wu Jiang were innocent, Chen Pingan went to find the female cultivator who offered a bundle of fairy ropes at the Damu Temple. Sitting like a cicada in the carriage, the disciples mistakenly thought that the master Xianzun was really in seclusion. When the carriage arrived at the gate of the mountain, she still showed no sign of leaving the seclusion, so the disciples had to guard the carriage. Chen Ping shrank from the mountains and rivers several times, and came to this sect where there was only one Qi refiner besides her. When he opened the curtain of the car, the woman who had been disarmed by herself looked as if she was alive. Walking is the best plan.
Chen Pingan had no choice but to move out of his purely divine self and temporarily leave the heart of Beijing. Chen Pingan in white clothes with a pair of golden eyes squatted in the carriage, stretched out his hand to pat the woman's fair face, and scolded with a smile, shameless, sir They are pretending to be women, thanks to you can think of it, shaking the talisman and avatar together, you are a little witch... If Chen Pingan is busy at the school to give the real body to the boys, it is inevitable to reward them. Chen Pingan in white, who rarely came out, was chattering non-stop. He still had to do business. He stretched out a finger to touch the eyebrows of the "corpse sitting" woman, and pulled it lightly, and there was a winding wriggle. The pale gold thread was pulled out by him, and the gold thread fluctuated, as if it might be blown away by the wind at any time, and the golden luster faded very quickly, turning into mercury color at a speed visible to the naked eye. Chen Ping waved his hand and said with a smile, " let's go".
The silk thread flashed and went away suddenly.
Chen Ping'an in white followed him out of the carriage, riding the wind extremely fast, with his sleeves bulging, and his ethereal figure, he followed the golden line and went straight to the boundary that Jiang Shangzhen was in charge of patrolling.
The only surviving Qi refiner in the sect was not of a high level, but his ability to judge the situation was not bad at all. Instead of pursuing the uninvited guest's arrogance and offense, he fell down on the ground and repeatedly claimed that Hu Xianjun was here. superior. Just thinking in my heart, I just hope that I don't end up being wiped out, and those confused disciples kneel down on the ground with a clatter.
The silk thread that was gradually almost transparent passed through the side door of the formation. Jiang Shangzhen was taken aback for a moment, and then saw Chen Shanzhu passing by him, and said with a smile, "Chairman Zhou, you are making great achievements at this moment. The willow leaves follow me to kill the Earth Immortal..."
The silk thread dissipated outside the door of a brothel, but it was not a failure.
Chen Pingan in white floated to the ground, shook his sleeves, strode into the brothel full of makeup, and smiled with the purest barbarian elegance: "It turns out that it is hidden here.
Chen Ping walked to the central area of ​​the lobby and looked around. There were Yingying, Yanyan, and the old bustard who were busy, and the flesh and blood business was also a living, manual labor, not shabby.
Chen Ping still didn't use his heartfelt words, and said with a smile: "I have come to the door to ask for an interview, fellow Taoists, don't hide, anyway, begging for mercy is useless, since you are a dead man, then die generously."
The bustard who still had charm and was full of rouge was stunned for a moment, chewing out the aftertaste, could it be that his colleagues hired someone to mess things up, the tricks are quite fresh, what a shame! She suddenly screamed: "Where did you come from, you dare to come here to make trouble, don't you know that Mr. Zhao, who patrols the city and the censor, is our regular customer here?"
Half of the 500,000 refugees and refugees in Tongyezhou were now scattered in seven or eight large cities and giant towns. As for the vast majority of Qi practitioners, they were all driven to the other area by the Jiang family monks in the Yunku cave like ducks. On the territory, if it is said that martial arts are respected here, whoever has a hard fist has a reason, and there is the fairy master Xiaoyao, in fact, it is still reasonable by means. It's just because both parties know well that today is different from the past, after all, they are in a situation where they are far away from home, and they are dependent on others, so they can't go too far.
Chen Ping smiled and said: "It's you. To be honest, fellow Daoist's acting skills are very average. These years, he has been busy engraving and selling books. Doesn't the theater troupe often go there?"
The bustard, who was a middle-aged woman, was choked for a moment, staring at the very strange young Yinguan, she sighed faintly, "Your name is well-deserved."
Chen Pingan asked suspiciously, "Is this your real face?"
She asked curiously: "I'm careful enough, can I ask, how did you find me?"
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "I happened to pass by. I haven't had any flower wine yet, so I just came in and took a look."
She seemed to have resigned herself to her fate, and she didn't even have the thought of trying to escape. She said in a trembling voice, "The last thing I need to do is ask the hermit official, how can I live?"
Chen Pingan raised a palm, shook it gently, the flesh and blood melted away, and the palm of the hand was instantly covered with bones, and the flesh and blood that fell from the shaking condensed in the air, "Take it."
She was dumbfounded, did this young hermit official lose his mind and go crazy? I have been planning for many years. I just want the other party's hair or flesh and blood. The next best thing is to see the other party with my own eyes, but the effect will be greatly reduced. The weight of causality is not enough, and it may not be able to severely damage Chen Pingan. Dao is fundamental, if it really doesn't work, "plant" it on the female cultivator of the fox country who went out to practice.
Chen Ping smiled and said: "You are an eyebrow painter and a clothes maker, maybe you are also a novelist who is proficient in barnyard official and unofficial history, and you also have a rare priest in the wild? You have so many skills that you don't overwhelm yourself, and you can melt into a furnace. It is reasonable to say that you are a friend." You don't have to worry about getting along in the wild world, so why stay here and compete with me."
She stretched out her two fingers, and took off three layers of human skin that looked like clothes one after another. First, she became the patrolling censor Mr. Zhao, then a middle-aged scholar with an elegant demeanor, and finally her real appearance, which was still a woman. , but her face is younger, her face is pale, her lips are bright red, and there is a very eye-catching scar on her neck. The sword energy slowly overflows, distorting her otherwise handsome face, she asked : "Master Yinguan, do you still remember me?"
Chen Pingan in white shook his head and said, "I really don't remember."
He didn't remember, just really didn't remember.
Seeing that she didn't take the bait, he put away the fake flesh and blood mixed together like mud, and returned it to the palm of his hand.
Jiang Shangzhen gathers Yangshen and Yinshen together and sits on the railing on the second floor. In fact, he hasn't visited the brothel for a long time.
Suddenly she was furious, and stretched out her hands to press the wound on her neck, looking like she was insane, "Ning Yao, it's thanks to Ning Yao, that son of a bitch. The possibility of the five realms..."
Jiang Shangzhen only felt that his scalp was numb, and he couldn't help but look at the mountain master. It's weird, didn't he stop this girl from swearing? But it seems that I don't need to sacrifice my natal flying sword?
In an instant, this savage female cultivator at the Nascent Soul Realm found herself in a strange and mysterious situation.
There is no treacherous and gloomy aura, no sign of murderous intent, but more like a golden and jade forest full of aura and thick as water.
When she used all kinds of escape methods, she found that she tried her best to travel far away against the wind, and the seemingly small mountain grew, which made her unable to leave the boundary of the mountain. Absolutely fitting connection. She tried her best, sacrificed a lot of natal objects and magic powers, and every time she smashed that mountain, it would return to its original appearance the next moment. This almost made her Dao heart collapse, and she was so exhausted by one person and one mountain, she didn't even know how many days or months had passed? In the end, she had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​brute force to break through the formation, and began to climb the mountain. The mountain seemed to be like spring all the year round. On the mountain path, wintersweet, narcissus, peach blossom and crabapple, and a hundred flowers were new in order. There was a young exiled immortal who diligently brewed wine while it was in bloom.
On the top of the mountain, the host in white, full of morality, sat at a table, stretched out a palm, pointed to a bowl of wine on the table, smiled and said: "Remember, this is called sorghum wine."
She stands where she is.
He continued to laugh and said: "This is called sorghum wine, remember? Girl, you must not remember, it's okay, I can say it again."
After that, he repeated "秫酒" over and over again, while the nun listened to the "opening remarks" over and over again.
This she only knows that the person in white introduces the name of the drink every time, but the other she who seems to be separated by her soul, the Taoist heart that was already shaky before climbing the mountain, can no longer support it, because she clearly remembers that the young hermit has repeated it. "This is called sorghum wine" hundreds of times! In the dark, she noticed another self, who seemed to have completely forgotten the word "秫酒"!
Chen Pingan in white finally changed his words, "When you came here, you saw wintersweet, narcissus, peach blossom, crabapple, rose, peony..."
Whenever Chen Pingan said a flower name, she who was out of mind would completely forget that flower name, as if she had never heard of or seen this flower name in her life.
"flower."
When Chen Pingan said this word step by step.
In the course of her life, it seems that there is no such thing anymore.
"Yuanying Realm." "Wild World." "Qi Refiner."
When Chen Ping uttered these three words, she immediately forgot them.
Is it swordsmanship? Is it supernatural powers? !
This Chen Pingan is simply... a monster who is neither human, nor immortal, nor god, nor ghost!
There is no need to let the opponent die, and the soul is scattered, on the contrary, deliberately keep it intact, and only play tricks on the mind of the cultivator?
She is very clear about the despairing heart, as long as Chen Pingan is willing to erase herself first and fill up the lake in her heart, then the whole "self" will become a blank sheet of paper in a certain sense. Chen Pingan writes any text on it, she is that her.
"Who taught you that?"
"The Tao is one foot tall and the devil is ten feet tall. I have been dealing with the demons for a long time, so I have to learn this technique by myself to protect myself."
"Why leave me with this bit of intelligence?"
"Practice. You need to verify each other with you."
Afterwards, Chen Ping reversed the order and returned the words "Qi Practitioner" and "Wild World" to her one by one until the sentence "This is called sorghum wine".
She was already waiting to die, and she had no more confidence to speak of.
Only then did I realize that cultivating the Tao can be so... outrageous, the Tao can be cultivated in this way, and this kind of Tao can be cultivated.
It's just that for some reason, the other party was silent for a long time, and when she looked up with a complete mind and body, she saw a hermit official in white with tears all over his face.
Her mind was blank at first, and then she had a flash of inspiration, and blurted out: "Are you Chen Ping'an's heart demon?!"
The man in white wiped his tears, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he seemed to be crying and laughing, "Who said otherwise?"
It wasn't until this moment that she realized that where she was standing, there was a mountain of bones, all corpses.
A man in a blue shirt with a hosta on his head appeared out of nowhere, with golden eyes, he smiled and said, "I finally found you. The wine brewer is the devil, and the drinker is the god. Is the order reversed?"
The heavy rain stopped for a while, and the sky cleared up. Just looking at the posture, the rain still had to fall. On the other side of the village school, there was a teacher squatting by the stream and rubbing a pair of pants stained with feces and urine. Practice makes perfect. Anyway, it’s not once or twice. With a bare buttocks Mongolian boy. The child was reluctant to go home and put on a pair of underpants. The gentleman ran home after talking about it, and then swaggered back to the stream. When he found that the husband was not there, he suddenly became nervous. Fortunately, the husband did not dry his underpants. On the bamboo pole in the grain drying field, the school was reciting books loudly, the husband was standing at the door, the child breathed a sigh of relief, ran to the husband, and complained in a low voice, saying that Amei seemed to want to drop out of school because her father Mother despises you, sir, you are not good at teaching. If you follow the teacher, you will not be promising in the future. You have no hair on your mouth and you can't do things well. You are still a bachelor when you are an adult. What can you do? No wonder your eyes are not straight when you walk. I always like to stare at girls and aunts, so to say, if you want to learn the real thing, you have to go to the school of the old master in Wuxi Village. Let’s just say, a penny is a penny, this is called a gentle scum, it will mislead your children... The young man listened to the children’s chatter, and he couldn’t help but frown. I have already dropped out of school three times, and it would be outrageous to drop out again. The child first said something very sincere, and then asked a heart-pounding question, sir, don’t worry, I’m definitely on your side, sir, tell me the truth, you have studied for a few years, read How many books have you read? Chen Ping touched the child's head and said with a smile, sir, I haven't been to school for a day, but I have read many books... The child sighed and patted the husband's wrist, sir, stop talking, I will not I want to drop out of school. I used to think about being a scholar. Sir, you can return the money. I don’t need to drop out. If I get the money back, don’t give it to my father. I will share it with you. Let’s buy candied haws and eat them. Those who are not talented will talk about it later. Chen Ping tapped a chestnut lightly on the child's head, and said with a smile, go to study.