Chapter 373: Far travel southeast

This ship to the Qinglan country was built by the Mohist organs who used it as a living. It is not surprising among the many ferries in Laolongcheng. Each time it carries more than 100 people, more or more of them are from the bottle. The rare goods in the northern part of the continent and the southern part of Tongyezhou are only the goods in the hands of the ferry merchants. They are the result of the screening of the five major surnames of the old dragon city. The natural color is natural, occasionally leaking a few, and earning hundreds of extra snow. It’s worth celebrating for spending money.
Qinglan Kingdom is famous in the southeast of Baopingzhou. It is famous for its Taoist temples and temples. The Taoist temples and the Daede sorghum are often sponsored by the imperial court. It is here to hold water and land and Luotian, and The Qingtan Xuan paper of Laos is extremely famous and exported to several continents, making the Qing Dynasty ancient emperor one of the richest kings in the southeastern territory of Baopingzhou, and the Baojiazhou Buddhist family is not prosperous. In a continent, the Sanskrit 袅袅, a block on the wall filled with the essays of the sages, the writers, the poets, and the beautiful articles, has attracted countless literati voyages to travel to the Qing dynasty.
On the top floor of the ferry, there is a brightly lit window in the room. Chen Pingan is reading a literati written on the shape of the Qing dynasty. It is purchased from the old dragon city book, and it is a special trip to Zhu Xuan to help.
Chen Pingan read a book and saved money for copying books.
It’s hard to start in the world, it’s hard to start at the beginning, and it’s hard to be easy to get used to nature. This is the case with money, and reading and copying books has become a daily habit. Even if Chen Ping does not urge him, he will stick to it every day. It’s just that Chen Pingan also knows that if she is not around her for a long time, copying the book, the nails on the money board will be ruined, at most for two or three days, and then they will go wild.
Chen Pingan divided the small medicinal liquor of the pot Yuan Ying Lao Jin Dan into five copies, and sent one to the four scrolls. This is a lucky thing that is not a small number of Wufu, and can be refined by foreign objects. On the right side of the 隋 如今 如今 如今 如今 如今 如今 如今 如今 如今 如今 如今 如今 如今 如今 如今 隋 隋 隋 隋 隋 隋 隋 隋 隋 隋 隋 隋 隋 隋 隋 隋 隋 隋 隋 隋 隋 隋 隋 隋 隋 隋 隋 隋 隋 隋 隋Ten feet, may not be her enemy. Zhu’s bottleneck is loose, and the signs are clear. Immediately after the right side, the second one is involved in the three realms of Wufu’s refining, and is close at hand.
Wei Wei and Lu Baixiang have no possibility of breaking the border for a while, but after the death of Zheng Dafeng and the death of the old dragon city, the hills of the six peaks are raised upwards.
Four people in the picture, this is not the general Wufu seven and six.
Going north to Baoliangzhou, as long as you don’t encounter the five-day monk who is out of heart, even if it’s a sacred sacred priest outside a sword repair, he dare not say that he’s retreating unscathed, the power of World War I, Certainly not lacking, as long as Wei Wei and four people do not hesitate to die, maybe Chen Ping can still win.
After the Battle of the Old Dragon City, Chen Ping’s most regrettable is the town sword symbol of the blue material. Zhong Kui wrote it with a small snow cone and gave it to Zheng Dafeng. The sword trapped is very coincident. It is Chen Ping’s back behind him. This semi-central soldier "Sword Fairy", because the old dragon city master is not a sword repair, this sword is not refining the life, so on the Denglong stage, Zheng Dafeng with the sword of the sword to detain the sword, even if it can not For a long time, I was willing to admit defeat.
If you are wearing a sword, you will encounter a murderous sword repair Yuan Ying, Chen Ping not only do not have to be too fearful, but can attack it without being prepared, playing the other party is caught off guard.
However, these gains and losses do not make Chen Ping’s heart linger, and it is difficult to let go.
What really makes Chen Pingan feel lost is this one of the last two symbols written by Zhong Kui as a gentleman and a man in the world.
Compared with the intercontinental ferries that Chen Ping has taken and seen, the ferry at the foot is really a petite pocket. It can only stand in the window and there is no viewing platform.
After paying for the words, Chen Pingan carefully checked it and found that there was no sloppy word to deal with the text that needed to be rewritten. She began to practice six steps with her, at least two hours a day.
In the past, Chen Ping did not feel that practicing the piles was a boring and tedious work. After the practice of saving money, I realized that the fists of this mountain boxing are really simple, but I want to practice one hundred. It’s not easy, it’s not so much. Even if Chen Ping will pay attention to the breathing and physical surplus of the money, he will be tired and sweaty every time. The hair will be a piece of silk and his face will be pale. Although he did not dare to complain, Chen Ping looked at the black. When the little face has no smile, or when walking step by step, the body is involuntarily trembled. Although Chen Ping’s face is always expressionless, it is somewhat distressing to watch.
On the first day, the money relied on the excitement of the newborn calf, and it took two hours to walk. The result was that Chen Pingan went to the next room, and the next day, he fell to the ground and cramped. The spirit of the whole person is gone, Chen Pingan does not force two hours, and the next few days are to ensure that the fist box of an hour is constantly, each time a little more than a moment.
It took money to hold on to the teeth.
At the beginning, Zhu Xuan was sneer at the side, and the little black charcoal had the strength to blink. Later, she really didn't have the heart to compete with Zhu.
After the first ten days, I passed the hardest part of the journey, and I only had a little smile on my face. When I walked up, I started to slap the money and sign the big sign, or I jumped and jumped, Zhu Zhu said again. The son, the old slave, thinks that the money is very good. When you are snoring, you have to eat more bitter bones, and your blood can be strong. You may want to take two hours every day. You can continue to blink when you save money. .
On this day, after finishing the pile, one big and one small, open the window, practice the sword furnace pile, save the money short, can only face the wall, after Chen Pingan promised, she stepped on a chair, just to follow Chen Pingan looked out at the sea of ​​clouds.
Chen Pingan whispered: "I believe that I will suffer hard."
The money is now practicing the sword stove, but it is just a look, the effect is very small, Chen Ping is also a bit strange, after asking the right side of them, they have not been able to ask why.
I spent more than a day walking through the hard days, and I was stealing music in my heart. When I remembered something, I turned my head and said, "I will be able to have a sword in the future. It is better to follow Xiaobai." Hanging a knife at the waist, I will definitely have a lot of strength at that time, not too much, not too heavy."
Chen Pingan smiled and nodded: "As long as you don't be lazy, you will go to the rivers and lakes one day in the future. I can promise now that I will send you a sword and a knife in the future."
Some money is a bit shy, whispered: "I actually thought about it. If I have my own sword in the future, I will hang it on the same side of the waist. This kind of hanging sword hangs the posture, I even took the name." Master, do you want to hear?"
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Talk about it."
I have been very good at taking the name.
For example, the first fifteenth, such as the demon slayer.
The money whispered quietly: "It's called 'sword sword wrong', because it is staggered at the waist, Master, what do you think?"
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "It's very good."
I saved a pair of eyes and smiled into a crescent moon, sticking out and sticking together. "I am very happy to have such a sword that Master is carrying."
Chen Pingan squatted on the window and turned his head and smiled: "When we return to the ferry, we are still in the old rules. We traveled on foot to the Qing Dynasty. When we saw the roadside bamboo forest, I picked some old bamboos to help you. Two bamboo swords and bamboo swords, if you don’t want to give up, you can hang them first."
The money slammed the door: "It’s lighter, smaller, and not heavy on the body."
Chen Pingan smiled and promised to look down at Yunhai. He asked casually: "So what about the mountain stick?"
I don’t hesitate to save money: "It’s the number one slam of my majesty, and I’ve been so far away. I’m not willing to lose it. I’m allowed it to be returned to the field, and I’m going to talk to the old Wei. What kind of official title should be rewarded..."
Lost a large pocket of sour tooth bag.
It’s just that Chen Ping’s nodded his head and whispered:
This is right.


In the old dragon city, there is nothing to clean up in the dusty drug shop. In addition to changing the laundry shirt, only the old cigarette rod needs to be carried on the body.
It seems that this man, whether it was in the day of Zhuzhudong, watching the wooden fence break, or came here, this life has always been like this, there is nothing to pick up the object, there is nothing to put it down.
Tomorrow, I will take the Yanjia Ferry and return to the Longquan County of Datun Dynasty. On the last day, Zheng Dafeng took a bench and sat under the old Banyan tree.
The old man with the surname has gone, saying that he is going to go to the invincible fist to help see a friend there.
Yesterday, Li Er returned to the Old Dragon City. He took the eldest son and the East China Sea quickly. The meaning of the 很 很 is very clear. 苻 Donghai is good at making claims and triggering this disaster. As long as Zheng Dafeng says a word, he can let Li Mr. Er punched and cut off the Changsheng Bridge in the East China Sea. From then on, he would raise a waste to raise the East China Sea.
Zheng Dafeng smiled and asked, why not take the drug shop directly from the East China Sea with the Broken Bridge, which is not more sincere.
I am speechless.
The bones of the East China Sea are hard, not only for not asking for mercy, but instead provoking a few words, a pair of Li Er does not punch, he is uncomfortable in the East China Sea.
Zheng Dafeng looked tired at the time and sat in the yard smoking a dry smoke.
The old man has apparently made a sale with the Dahao Dynasty and the Fanjia family.
Fan Junmao, on the horseshoe of Song’s iron ride, stepped on the shore of the South Sea of ​​the Old Dragon City and became the second mountain of the Dagu dynasty after the Beiyue Zhengshen Wei Wei.
The price paid by the old man is nothing but Zheng Dafeng’s nine-dimensional cultivation.
Zheng Dafeng knows that things are already gone.
Zheng Dafeng thought for a while, saying that's it, coming to Japan, long flowing water.
When he breathed a sigh of relief, he would go back to the government with the Donghai Sea. As a result, he gave Li Eryi a punch in the heart of the East China Sea.
The Changsheng Bridge is not only broken, but also smashed to the gods.
Li Er didn't look at the East China Sea, and his eyes stared at him. "I feel that as a father, I should be a son."
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"Oh?"
Li Erxiao asked: "Otherwise, you will take a road to me and go to the hometown of the ancestral home?"
The qi martial arts are not bad, and the face is instantly blue.
Zheng Dafeng said: "Li Er, yes."
After leaving the East China Sea, Li Er soon left the Old Dragon City.
Today, under the banyan tree, Zheng Dafeng was alone in the warm spring sun in the early spring, wearing a comfortable cotton jacket that they helped to buy.
The girl who has not seen for a long time is probably eating well in the New Year. It seems that the cheeks and posture are more "rich". Unlike in the past, just strolling around Zheng Dafeng, this time, I am brave enough to come closer. Zheng Dafeng, shy and asked: "Zheng treasurer, shop recruiting?"
Zheng Dafeng smiled and shook his head. "If you don't recruit, I will go back to my hometown. It is too difficult to eat in your old dragon city."
Although the girl was fat and outrageous, she was actually a soft voice, especially pleasing to the ear. Her face was full of loss. "Are you back?"
Zheng Dafeng shook his head. "Don't go back."
She was surprised: "Don't you say that it is the old house that your ancestors had set up? What about the shop?"
Zheng Dafeng couldn't help but smile: "The air is empty. The dust medicine shop is not good."
She was slightly red-faced. "Or the key is for me, I will help you clean it, the house is not popular, it is easy to break fast, what a pity."
Zheng Dafeng waved: "No need, don't need it, thank you girl."
Zheng Dafeng looked at the sky, the sun, but said that the sky is not too early, but also go back to pack. The girl bit her lip and looked at the bench, the man who fled and fled, suddenly asked: "Zheng treasurer, do not ask me what is my name?"
In the end, Zheng Dafeng didn’t have the face and the scorpion, and he had to stop and turn his head.
Don’t ask the girl’s surname?

The girl Yan Yan smiled, "I love to eat ginger, so surnamed ginger!"
Zheng Dafeng is amazed.
How should I pick up this?
Just looking at the previous time and again, but not going to open, I know that this girl is a gentle and temperamental temperament, not entangled, today is no exception, sideways, and cast a blessing, "I hope Zheng treasurer bon voyage ""
Zheng Dafeng waved his hand and said goodbye to her.
It is a good girl.
In the night, in the northern suburbs outside the old dragon city.
A small new tomb, on the small tomb, there are a few bright red hanging papers pressed with small stones.
The scorpion man squatted in front of the grave, burned a book, and then placed ten small oil lamps in front of the grave. The light inside was painted black, giving off a silky haze, but there was no wick.
How do you light up?
A yin appeared out of thin air, facing the oil lamps and slamming the fingers again and again. The ten oil lamps were lighted in turn. Under the circumstance, the wicks with high inches were extremely strange and horrible, and they were actually a kind of blue smoke with a human face. It is like suffering from the burning of the soul, such as the muscles dripping into the lamp oil.
The wick of the Shiyan lamp is the three souls and seven scorpions of a certain person.
The flesh is still there.
The soul has been detained by this sinister by the scorpion venom.
The man was indifferent to this, but he was lying there and whispered to the grave: "I am afraid that if you feel irritated, you will be afraid. I will wait until the lights are gone."

In the night, Sun’s ancestral home, Sun Jiashu alone, walked alone along the river bank.
Even if the grandson of the Sun family is already a fairy tales, these days are still long and short, and remorse.
On the contrary, Sun Jiashu comforted his ancestors. This is a blessing. I am fortunate to have lost my life. It is only when the Sun family does not have such a partial fortune.
A young man with a face like Guan Yu appeared next to Sun Jiashu, silent, even if Sun's ancestors and three Jindan enshrine, they did not notice the slightest temperament.
When Sun Jiashu saw the high man who helped him solve his happy knot, he immediately said: "See Mr. Fan."
That design of Chen Ping's business, Sun Jiashu not only almost enemies with Chen Ping, but also almost lost Liu Yiqiao's friend.
Is this the age of a few hundred years old? A thousand-year-old high-ranking man found Sun Jiashu, who lost his soul, said a word, pointed out the maze, and let Sun Jiashu shackle open.
"When you are on the road, you still have a lot of achievements. You just smashed a stone, smashed it, and suffered it. Can this show that you have gone the wrong way?"
"Chen Ping’s avenue is very good. It can explain the path that Sun Jiashu has taken. Is it not good? Is it so childish, what kind of abacus is it, what business?"
"The road of others is no better, that is the road of others. You may wish to bury your head and do things, but ask the peasants to ask for the harvest, and occasionally look up, and look at the scenery of other people on the other side, it is enough."
Jin Yuliang said that it is difficult to buy a thousand dollars.
The "high man" who looks younger than Sun Jiashu only said that his name is Fan, but he has little to do with the old Dragon City Fan.
Sun Jiashu is convinced by his intuition.
This person smiled and said: "There are only three families in the old dragon city. Hey, or the family of Wang Zhu, Fan Junmao, can also be said to be the fan family of the old gods. The last one, your grandson accounted for half. The rest of Ding Fang Hou is together, roughly half of it. This time, the North has a long way to go, and make persistent efforts."
Sun Jiashu nodded: "My grandson will not miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
The man smiled. "It’s a long time? Not only."
Sun Jiashu was somewhat embarrassed. In addition to chewing on the deep meaning of this sentence, she also thought of the day when she secretly sent off for Chen Ping.
The young man wearing a white robe and carrying a long sword seemed to see himself behind the crowd after the ferry took off.
Instead of turning a blind eye, he turned his fist and said goodbye. He finally raised his arm and held out his thumb.
Sun Jiashu, smiled slightly.
That's it, then it's the same.

Inside a newly rising dynasty palace.
There was a pair of men and women walking between the two tall walls. The handsome young man in white, reaching out and wiping it on the wall.
The woman around him is tall, but it does not give people a sense of disharmony and cumbersomeness.
She did not breathe between walking.
There is no such thing as the spirit of the heavens and the human spirits of the spirits. There is no pure master of the Wufu, and there is no even the breath of ordinary people.
The tall woman who had been hanging her sword at the waist but had no scabbard had just found a seemingly flat green scabbard for her own sword in the hanging hills.
It was a woman around her who had been searching hard from Baoliangzhou.
Regardless of the young people who are far-sighted and close-looking, they smile and ask: "Master, is it bought or grabbed?"
The woman said indifferently: "I heard that it was bought."
The young man sighed and said: "That is a strong buy."
The woman smiled and said: "If you think this is wrong, you can fight with him."
The young man is helpless: "I am Cao Ci now is Wu Wufu, how can I fight with him?"
The woman stopped and said, "There is the strongest word."
Cao Ci thought for a moment, smeared the ground with his toes, and made two short lines at the left and right ends. He lifted his toes and pointed to the line on the left. "Only the five worlds, the general genius Wufu in the world, here.

The toes moved to the right, "I am Cao Ci here."
Then he was in the middle of the two, and he clicked. "Besides me, the most outstanding five-genius genius in the Middle-earth Shenzhou is probably here."
The tall woman did not feel that her disciple was young and young, and she had a small squad of her husband. In fact, she felt that Cao Ci was too polite.
Cao Ci suddenly crouched down, stretched out a finger, clicked on the middle line, and moved slightly to his own line. "I think that guy, after I broke down, his fifth place can go. to here."
The woman looked down at the position that Cao Ci drew with her finger and nodded and acknowledged: "It should be about."
In this time, the mentor and the apprentice stood by and chatted with each other.
In the distance, the first person of the of this great dynasty, a priest who is expected to be in the immortal world, is in charge of the eunuch. He is walking to the side with a group of bright red robes, and after seeing the two, they stop. It’s easy to stand up, everyone can’t breathe in the air.

The ferry arrived at the ferry crossing on the border of Qinglan State. Chen Ping and his entourage walked on the bustling streets of the ferry. I don’t know why, whether it is a practicing martial artist or a pure Wufu, he will take the initiative to let the road go around. The higher the realm and the better the eyesight, the better. The more monks, as well as the richer refining three-dimensional masters of Wufu, the more clearly they feel the invisible pressure.
A woman with a graceful sword, a tall man with a narrow waist, a bad old man with a smile, a hard-wearing little man.
Not simple.
But somehow, a Jindan monk who hides in the crowd, but feels that the four people together, the momentum is not as good as the young man who is wounded and carrying a sword.
The stars are arched.