Chapter 468: Yu Jian went to the Zu Shi Tang

The young swordsman with the green shirt back sword, this tour of the country of color, is still walking through the familiar low mountain range, compared with Zhang Shanfeng that year, like a sneaky place of life, now no more haze Breath, not to mention the aura of mountains and rivers, after all, the mountains and green waters, far better than the past. With memories going all the way, finally in the night, I came to a familiar old house, there are still two stone lions sitting on the door of the town, and slightly changed, now hanging the Spring Festival couplets, but also posted the painted door god.
After knocking on the door, wait patiently.
A veteran old lady bent over and held a lantern. Some of them struggled to open the door and saw the young man who took off the brawl and smiled. It was tall, thin, and carrying a sword. I am like a foreigner who is far away from here.
The old man’s face was pale, and the big night was really scary.
She did not scare the visitors as much as possible. After all, the house has already passed through the difficulties, and if it is a blessing in disguise, there is no need to deliberately scare away the vulgar masters, lest they be implicated.
The old man whispered softly: "This son, but want to sleep?"
The young man smiled and said: "Not only to stay overnight, but also to drink and drink, use a large bowl of winter bamboo shoots to make meat."
The old man groaned, and then he burst into tears, and the trembling asked: "But Chen Gongzi?"
The comer is Chen Ping who is alone south.
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Is the old man now good?"
The old man quickly grabbed Chen Ping’s hand as if he was afraid that the great benefactor would meet and walk away. The hand holding the lantern was gently raised, and the tears were wiped with dry hands. The look was excited: "How come so long, this is all How many years have passed, my body bones, Chen Gongzi never come, can't hold it anymore, how to cook food for the benefactors, wine, and, all give Chen Gongzi the rest, so many years not come, year after year , how to drink enough to manage..."
Chen Pingan clipped the top of the bucket to his armpit, and gently held the hand of the old man with both hands, shouting: "Daddy, I am late."
The old man quickly turned and shouted: "Master, madam, Chen Gongzi is coming, really come."
In order to renew his life for his wife, Yang Huang, wearing a Confucian shirt, rushed to the door with a woman with a radiant look.
The couple, seeing Chen Pingan, are going to squat.
A thousand words, no way to repay the great grace of the year.
Chen Pingan wants to block two people, but he is forced to hold his arm by the old man. Obviously, Chen must be safely received this gift.
Chen Pingan had to give up.
Yang Huang and his wife stood up.
The old man just released his hand.
Yang Huang and his wife smiled at each other.
The former young lang, like a blink of an eye, is now a young son, just a little thin, but more like a veritable sword fairy, really good.
A group of people walked into the house, Chen Pingan naturally helped the old woman to close the door, Yang Huang and his wife even smiled, and complained to the old man who had robbed the division, saying that these do not need to spend a few hard work, where is needed Excuse me, Chen Gongzi.
The old man said that he was going to the stove to make a fire and stay up late. Chen Pingan said it was too late to say tomorrow. The old man did not agree, and the woman said that she had to fry a few small dishes by hand. It was a bad reception, and she was forced to take the dust to Chen.
Yang Huang took Chen Ping to the familiar hall and sat down on the way to tell Chen Ping’s departure.
It's all good.
Yang Huang, who almost fell into the magic road that year, is now able to return to the path of practice. Although the avenue has been delayed, it is doomed to have no bright future, but now it is a different world than the ghosts of the previous people. . It is necessary to know that Yang Huang was originally in the Shenzong Zong, and was regarded as the future Jindan Dixian, and was cultivated by Zongmen. Later, for this reason, for the sake of a sentiment, he took the initiative to abandon the avenue. From no regrets.
As for the wife who was originally "detained" on the embroidered floor, she was able to restore her face, and she was lucky to be on her way to her husband, and she was still lucky. She was able to leave her body in the backyard. Taking a night tour of the Yinshen, it is no obstacle to the spring tour, and it is no different from the secular woman. It is no longer necessary to suffer from the hurricane and the turmoil of the world.
Yang Huang asked some young Taoist Zhang Shanfeng and the big knives Xu Yuanxia, ​​Chen Pingyi said one by one.
Chen Pingan also asked about the current situation of the rouge county town and the bureaucrat Liu Gaohua. Yang Huang said everything he knew. He said that Liu Taishou had risen a few years ago and went to Qingzhou as a thorn in history. It is not only the glory threshold, but also his daughter. Now it is already a rumored disciple of the gods, and Liu Junshou can be promoted to the history of the thorns, which may not be related to this.
As for Liu Gaohua, in the past few years, he also took the initiative to come to the house twice. Compared to the previous swaying, he liked to excuse the indulgence of the landscape, and he was unwilling to take the fame. Now he has received the temper, but the previous one failed the test, but only As a person, I came to the house for the second time, drank a lot of alcohol, and complained a lot. He said that he had made a speech. If he was not a scholar, he would go home.
Chen Pingan also asked the man of the monk, Mr. Yu Weng, Yang Huang said that the old gentleman had just returned from the capital, just in the city of Rouge County, and heard that a woman named Zhao Wei was charged. Disciples, the qualifications are excellent, but the misfortunes depend on each other, and the old gentleman is also a bit annoyed. It is said that the leader of the fairy-tale in the mountains of the color-dressing country has Zhao Xi, and hopes that the old gentleman can give up his disciples and promise a gift. I am also willing to invite Mr. Yu Weng as a mountain gate to offer, but the old gentleman did not agree.
Chen Pingan quietly heard this and asked: "What is the realm of the monk, what is the realm?"
Although Yang Huang has been a sinister for so many years, he has hurt the soul and the roots of the monasticism. After all, it is a proud priest who came out from the sacred ancestor, and now there is no burden at all, so he talks about a country of color clothes. The immortal master is still not afraid of any taboos. He laughed: "Probably because of the dragons in the past few years, some of them are smug, and the hills are up and down, followed by impetuous, and they are charged with new disciples. The martial art, which was still a good word of mouth, is no more than that."
Chen Ping nodded. "Understood, I will ask more."
Yang Huang smiled and said: "I have said these words, this is what the hearsay comes from, and we can't do it."
The wine is served on the table.
Wine is a self-made alcoholic wine that has taken a lot of thoughts, and the dishes are also full of flavors and flavors.
The woman and the old lady are seated, this house is not so much old-fashioned.
Perhaps it is to think that Chen Pingan has a little more drink, and the old lady gave the old lady the color of the national flag of the country, only to bring a big wine bowl to Chen Pingan.
Yang Huang and Pei Gong Bi Jing got up and gave Chen Ping a toast, and his wife and old lady got up.
Chen Pingan had to hold the wine bowl and follow him up. He said, "This way, I don't dare to be a guest next time."
After Yang Huang had finished drinking, he joked: "When the next time, Engong will come again."
Chen Pingan finished drinking the bowl of wine, and the old man was anxious. He was afraid that he would drink too fast and easily hurt his body. He quickly persuaded him: "Drink slowly, drink slowly, and the wine can't run out of the bowl."
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Daddy, I am not bad at this time. I am happy today, drink more, I am drunk, and I will fall asleep."
While the old man poured the wine into Chen Ping’s bowl, he still said: "If the amount of alcohol is good, you should drink it slowly. If you drink slowly, you can drink more."
Chen Ping nodded and said: "Well, then I will drink slowly and listen to the old man."
Chen Pingan roughly said his long journey, saying that he left the country of color clothes to go to the country, and then took the Xianjia Ferry, along the dragon road, went to the old dragon city, and then took the interstate ferry, go I fell down to the mountain, did not go directly to Baoliangzhou, but went to Tongyezhou first, then back to the old dragon city, went to the hometown after the Qing Dynasty. Among them, the Jianqi Great Wall and the Shujian Lake, Chen Heshun hesitated, did not mention. During this period, I chose some interesting stories to tell them. Yang Huang and the women all listened to it, especially Yang Huang, who was born in the top of the mountain. She also knows that it is not easy to travel across the continent. As for the old man, it may not be safe. It is said that there is nothing strange about the world, or the chickens and skins of the city and alleys, she loves to listen.
This evening, Chen Ping drank a full two pounds of wine, not too much drink, this time he still slept in the room where he stayed last time.
The next day, Chen Pingduo was accompanying the old man to bask in the sun and chat. On the third day, Chen Ping, who was leaving for the first time, tried to stay with the old man and stayed for one more day.
At dawn, the autumn rain is heavy.
Chen Pingan also put on a fight and bid farewell to the three at the entrance of the ancient house.
But the old man said that the autumn rain is small, but in fact it hurts the body. It must be put on the green clothes, and Chen Ping will have to wear it. As for the sword that smashed the identity of "Swordsman", it is natural for the old man. Filled with self-made water.
Before leaving, the old man stood under the eaves and held Chen Ping’s hand. "Don’t be too old, you don’t want to come."
Chen Pingan whispered: "How come, I am good at wine and mouth, and you don't know how old, I have thought about how many times here."
The old man bowed his head and shed tears. "This is fine, this is good."
Chen Pingan helped the defending squad, whispered and left slowly.
After walking out for a distance, the young swordsman turned around and turned around, going backwards, waving goodbye to the old man and the couple.
The old man shouted: "Chen Gongzi, don't forget the next time, remember to bring the Ning girl, come here to be a guest!"
Chen Pingan blushes slightly, trembles: "Well!"
In the rain curtain, bamboo rafts and green robes, the backs of young people are gradually gone.
The old man was sentimental, Yang Huang worried that she couldn't stand the autumn rain, let the old man go back first, and the old man waited until he couldn't see the young man completely, and then he returned to the house.
The woman’s voice was soft and she shouted:
French?

Then she was a little shy, did not continue to say, but apologized: "The husband is not blame the vulgar market."
The thought in her heart, then disappeared, muttering: "Where is Chen Gongzi distracted from these trivial things, the husband is doing well, not to mention. We really should not be so lacking."
Yang Huang took one of her hands and smiled: "You are also good for me."
The woman suddenly got in a good mood and smiled: "French, good people will have good news, right?"
Yang Huang said: "Other good people, I am not sure, but I hope Chen Ping must be like this."
The woman smiled. "Suddenly, Chen Gongzi just came to the house to drink and drink, and he was very happy."
Yang Huang sighed and said with emotion: "In the autumn season, it is like a spring breeze."
In the rain.
Chen Pingan took a short detour and came to a temple where the colorful dressing country was newly incorporated into the mountain temple of the landscape, and strode into it.
In the autumn harvest season, it is early in the morning. There is no pilgrim in the mountain temple built on an obscene ruin.
Chen Pingan took the bucket and licked the raindrops and crossed the threshold.
No longer deliberately cover up the boxing and air.
The local mountain immediately appeared in the golden body. He was a burly armored general who walked out of the painted gods. He was uneasy and held a fist and said: "The little sees the fairy teacher."
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "There are many harassment. I am here to ask, the Xianjia Mountain Head in the vicinity, there is the aura of the monk."
It is neither the official language of the color clothing nor the official language of the Baojuan, but the official language of the government.
Nowadays, I am familiar with the official language. It is the must-have of all the mountains and rivers in the middle of Baojuan. The mountain smiles and is about to brew a proper wording. I have never thought of the scary young sword fairy. I have already put on the fight again. There is a Laoshan master who takes care of one or two."
This mountain only felt that the ghost had closed the door and immediately sighed: "Don’t dare to say anything, the fairy teacher just cares, the little and Yang Huang couple can be called neighbors, distant relatives are not as close neighbors, little gods have counts."
Before Chen Ping’s boxing and leaving, he smiled and reminded:
When I have not been here.

This is the Orthodox Church of the Republic of Korea, who is responsible for the landscaping of this feng shui treasure, and nodded, and he was relieved.
If you are not smart enough, relying on the merits of life and the yin after death, there is no ability to compete for this piece of fragrant, and the gods rule over the landscape, but in fact it is no different from the official climbing.
Chen Pingan left the temple.
The mountain slowly groaned in the hall, and finally made up his mind. The house will not be provoked afterwards, and there will be more aura, and he will not be able to share a piece of it.
Chen Pingan went to the country of Rouge in Choi, and handed over Guan Yu on the side of the city gate. It was a brand new household registration that Wei Wei got, and of course it was Dalong County.
All the way to ask, finally asked the location of Mr. Yu Weng’s house.
It is a quiet alley with only rain.
Chen Pingan slammed the door knocker.
Soon after, I walked out of a thin and tall boy who looked like a dull. After seeing Chen Pingan, the boy hesitated and seemed to be unsure of Chen Ping’s identity.
Chen Pingan smiled and said hello: "Zhao Shuxia."
The teenager surprised: "Mr. Chen!"
Chen Ping nodded and looked at the tall and thin teenager. He didn’t have much boxing, but it was pure. It should be Sanwu Wufu for the time being, but there is still a long way to go. Although it is not a martial art embryo that can be seen at a glance, Chen Ping prefers the "meaning" under Zhao Shu. It seems that over the years, Zhao Shu has gone "stolen" Walking pile, not less practice.
The boy was under the Zhao Shu who was holding a hatchet to protect a little girl.
Zhao Shu closed the door and led Chen Pingan to walk into the backyard of the house. Chen Pingxiao asked: "When you taught that boxing pile, it was finished 100,000 times?"
Zhao Shu’s face was awkward and scratched his head:
According to Mr. Chen’s statement, I’ve been punching it all the time. I haven’t dared to be lazy in these years, but it’s too slow to finish more than 163,000 punches.

Chen Pingan asked: "Have you ever killed an enemy? Or an expert."
Zhao Shu shook his head and said: "No."
Chen Pingan relieved, if there were too many smashing of life and death under Zhao Shu, the fists were skillful, and the sharpening of the corners would be faster and faster. After so many years, there should be no more than 160,000 fists. But if not, it can only be a slow punch, dripping water through the stone, and the boxing pile is naturally difficult to get up quickly. But this kind of slowness, Chen Ping is not worried, the fist is in the body, just like the bowl of wine that the old man handed over, as long as the end is flat, the wine can't run away, bit by bit, and the boxing is on the body. But if it is a sluggish mind, then the boxing will be frivolous, the wine splashes, and suddenly, it will be difficult to get through the big borders of the three borders in the future, Wufu breaks the bottleneck of the three borders, and from the three sides of the refining body It’s extremely difficult. Chen Ping’an has suffered too much. Zhu Lu’s own time was that he couldn’t stand it. He relied on the ointment of Yang’s pharmacy to get out of the way, and Yang’s newly recruited female disciple relied on himself and then The same is the woman Wufu, but there is a martial arts future.
Zhao Shu took Chen Ping to the secluded backyard, and the old man of Confucianism and a girl with an eyebrows stood side by side.
Zhao Shu smiled and said: "Mr. Chen is here!"
Chen Pingan took the bucket and smiled and said: "I have seen Mr. Yu Weng."
Then I looked at Zhao Wei, who was just a young girl in the age. "Hey, I haven't seen you for a long time."
The old Confucian with white hair did not dare to recognize Chen Ping.
The change is too big.
Although it is true for many years, it is still difficult for the old Confucian to overlap the young man with a slender figure and elegant appearance with the image of the bamboo box boy.
It was the "鸾鸾" that year, with tears in his face, crying and laughing, and the voice trembled and shouted Mr. Chen.
For Chen Pingan.
How can she be grateful and missed.
Over the years, I have been thinking about him, heart and mind, all the boring, hardships, grievances, and happiness on the road, she will remember that person.
My brother, Zhao Shuxia, always likes to hold a joke about her. As she gets older, she becomes more and more concealed, and her brother's teasing is getting more and more excessive.
Zhao Shu’s temperament is boring, and it’s no different from the sister’s jealousy.
The four people sat down together and reunited over the old house. They were drinking, and here they were drinking tea.
The tea water is bred with a silky aura. This is also for the practice of Zhao Wei. The person who cultivates the Tao, the better the talent, the smoother the walking, the more food, clothing and living, the more expensive Jinshan Yinshan.
In the same year, Mr. Yu Weng, who was demonized in the city of Rouge County, was named Wu, named Shuowen, and was an old monk of Confucianism. Chen Pingan only respected it, or he did not dare to entrust Zhao Shuxia and his entrustment to the elderly.
It can be seen that the old Confucian people are not responsible for the treatment of the shackles and Zhao Shu.
Moreover, Chen Ping’an has been somewhat unwilling to go through these years. As the experience of the rivers and lakes is getting thicker and thicker, the sinisterness of the people’s hearts is becoming more and more obvious. The more he knows the so-called good deeds of the year, in fact, it will bring a lot to the old Confucianism. trouble.
Just get involved in the mountain practice.
Just like being involuntarily.
Not in the rivers and lakes, there are many disputes and competitions that are very likely to involve life and death. It is unfortunate, because it is unfortunate, because it is impossible to experience the road of longevity in a lifetime, that a wonderful picture can not live long, but It is not a kind of lucky luck.
Moreover, the better the talent of Zhao Wei, the greater the burden on the shoulders and hearts of the old Confucianists, how can we not delay the practice of Zhao Wei? How can I ask Zhao Wei for a fairy tales that is consistent with his qualifications? How can we ensure that Zhao Wei is at ease and does not have to worry about the cost of the gods?
In the past, Chen Ping did not think of this.
Only after traveling thousands of miles and seeing hundreds of people and thousands of things can we really know that it is not easy to be a "good guy", and that we can feel more empathy for countless sufferings in the world.
Therefore, before entering the country of color clothing, Chen Pingan went to the ancient Shu Kingdom first, and found the singularity of the scorpion that had already formed a dead vengeance.
Because of the fear of being a high-ranking monster, I will go to the trouble of the old house. When the assassin attacked the country in the country, Chen’s memory was memorable.
When I arrived at the capital of the people's site, it was very simple. Chen Ping went to the door and met, and the three fists collapsed.
The other side’s injury was not light, and at least 30 years of hard work and cultivation were put to the water.
Ask him if he wants to continue to entangle, and have the courage to send assassins to kill themselves.
The ancient Shu State teacher, who showed his talents as a scholar, was already covered in blood, and he couldn’t afford it.
After all, at that time, two flying swords, hovering over his eyebrows, pointed a sharp sword to the heart.
Chen Pingan left.
And deliberately on a tea stall outside the gate of the ancient capital of Beijing, Chen Pingan sat there waiting for the back of the national teacher.
but.
Chen Pingan went to the country of color clothes.
Chen Pingan took a hot tea and opened the door to see the mountain: "Mr. Wu, I heard that the national costume monk wants to be a disciple?"
Wu Shuowen nodded and worried: "If the great immortal teacher really has the heart to pass on the immortal method, I will not give up, nor will it break the chance, but the reason why the great immortal master insisted on going up the mountain. Half of the monasticity is the qualification of heavy squatting, half... oh, it’s the nephew of the great immortal, a very poor waver, seeing it at a banquet in the capital city of Beijing, forget it, like this Picking up things, don't mention it. It's not good, I will take the raft and the tree and leave the middle of Baojuan. This country is in a dozen countries, and it is not."
Chen Pingan asked: "What is the name of the fairy mountain and the father and son? How far is it from Rouge? Is the general orientation?"
Although Wu Shuowen is puzzled, it is still clear one by one. Among them, the Lushan Mountain is more than 1,200 miles away from Rouge County. Of course, it is a mountainous road that walks on foot.
Chen Pingan drank a bowl of tea and got up and smiled: "Then I will go to the Lushan Zu Shi Tang first, and come back again, not too long."
Wu Shuowen got up and shook his head: "Chen Gongzi, don't be impulsive, this matter needs to be considered from a long-term perspective. The mountain guardian of Lushan is known for attacking and attacking, and there is another dragon gate who sits on the island..."
Chen Pingan calmly smiled and smiled: "Do not worry, I am going to reason, can't make sense... just say."
In some words, Chen Ping did not say anything.
At the moment, the truth can be said, one can't always squat and talk about it. For example, Lushan. Those who can't talk for a while, are left. For example, Zhengyang Mountain, Qingfeng City Xu. One day, it will be like pulling an old wine out of the ground.
As for how to reason, he also has Chen Pingquan, and there are swords.
I went to the fairy ancestral hall, but I didn’t have to grind my skin.
I used to see Cui Cheng’s so-called Ten Wufu style in the Luozhushanlou. I also heard the old man’s truth, just one sentence.
Drinking alcohol with the reasoning person, and making quick punches for unreasonable people, this is the rivers and lakes that you should have in Ping An. The practice of punching is not only used to fight on the bed, but also to compete with the whole world. It is to teach the mountains. When you meet a fist at the foot of the mountain, you will swear!
Chen Pingan was deeply impressed by the first half of the sentence. For the latter part of the sentence, I feel that it is open to question.
It was only at that time that I didn’t dare to say this in the bamboo building. I was afraid of it. At that time, the old man was the momentum of the ten peaks. I was afraid that the old man could not stop the boxing and was really killed.
Wu Shuowen apparently still feels wrong, even if the young man in front of him... is already a young man’s Chen Ping, when he was in the city of Rouge, he was extremely calm and colorful, but the other party was a long-time old god. The head of a martial art is now attached to the big iron ride. It is said that the next national teacher is the thing in the bag. For a time, there is no one in the limelight. Chen Pingyi is one person. How can he single-handedly and hardly smash the mountain gate?
On the rivers and lakes, there are many fists that are afraid of being young, but on the road of practice, this is not the case. Can a monk who can become a dragon gate, besides being repaired, which one is not an old fox? No backing?
Under Zhao Shu, there is not much worry. It is probably that Mr. Chen, who is teaching him the boxing method, can’t do much.
Zhao Wei was even more anxious than Master Wu Shuowen. He refused to accept any identity and rituals. He quickly came to Chen Pingan and grabbed his clothes. He said with red eyes: "Mr. Chen, don't go!"
Chen Ping looked at the old Confucian, and then looked at Zhao Wei, but he smiled and said: "I am not going to die, but I will run."
Zhao Wei suddenly broke his tears in tears. "Mr. Chen only said that it is reasonable."
Chen Pingan was speechless and gave Zhao Shu a look. He wanted to help him comfort Zhao Wei. He didn't think that this kid was a slap in the face, just smirking, just standing and not moving.
Chen Ping sighed. "Then sit down and drink tea."
Zhao Wei’s tears are even more embarrassing than the long-standing misty mountains.
Really?

Chen Ping nodded, she only released Chen Ping’s clothes corner, and she walked back to sit down.
Wu Shuowen also sat down and persuaded: "Chen Gongzi, don't worry, I will travel with two children to the mountains and rivers."
Chen Pingan asked: "What about Mr. Wu’s family?"
Wu Shuowen said: "I must have a dragon monk, not so brazen."
Chen Pingan looked to Wu Shuowen.
Wu Shuowen bowed his head to drink tea.
The old Confucian sighs only in his heart. How can he not know that the so-called long-distance tour is just a matter of letting the shackles and the trees do not care.
Chen Pingan gently put down the teacup in his hand.
For a moment.
There is no such thing as Chen Ping’s figure in the house.
Wu Shuowen was holding a teacup and was dumbfounded.
Zhao Wei and Zhao Shu are even more confrontational.
I saw that the green shirt was already standing in the courtyard. The long sword had been squirted and turned into a golden long rainbow. He went to the sky, and the man had a toe point. He plunged the sword and broke the rain curtain.
After the old Confucian returned to God, he hurriedly drank the tea and pressured it. Since it was destined to stop, it would be so.
Zhao Yan’s eyes are infatuated and radiant, she wiped her tears and brought the rain to the pears. It’s really moving. It is no wonder that the young mountain owners of Lushan will fall in love with her at a young age.
Zhao Shu scratched his head and smiled and said: "Mr. Chen is also true. Going to the home of the ancestral hall, how to follow the rush to buy wine."
In a rainy, fairy mountain, at noon, heavy rains make the heavens and the earth sink deep.
Therefore, the appearance of the long golden line from the end of the sky is extremely eye-catching, not to mention the sound of the rumble of thunderous thunder.
For the monks of Lushan, the nephew or the scorpion is all right. It is clear that there is a sword singer who visits the hill.