Chapter 531: The fist of the mountain is a bit heavy

A green shirt, along the way into the sea, all the way up the river, did not deliberately walk along the riverside, listening to the sound of water to see the water, after all, he needs to carefully examine the customs along the way, the size of the hills and the mountains and rivers So you need to make frequent detours and not go too fast.
When he made up his mind to do something, he never did it, worked hard, and didn't think it was hard, but the people around him could feel at ease. If they were young, they would not even be blessed in the blessing.
Probably the relationship that grows at the bottom of the market, Chen Pingan has excellent patience and resilience.
On the way to Chen Ping’s safety, he encountered a mountain of water that caused thoughts.
On a peaceful night, Chen’s inn was near the county seat of the city’s temple in Fuzhou. At night, there was a burst of gongs and drums that only the monks and ghosts could hear. The shadows of the yin suddenly broke open. Under the guidance of the hustle and bustle, the ghosts in the vicinity of the county town entered the city in turn, in an orderly manner. It is the city-night dynasty meeting twice in January. It is known as the city night squad, and the city prince will judge the merits and demerits of the ghosts in the night.
Chen Pingan quietly left the inn and came to the outside of the county town hall. He served as the door and guarded the two ghosts of the day and night. He took a closer look and immediately bowed to the ceremony. It was not a singer, but a singer. .
After Chen Ping’s fist and returning to the ceremony, he was asked to listen to the night trial of the city grandfather.
Among them, the Japanese of the day immediately turned around and reported it. After receiving the joint permission of the city grandfather, the literary judge and the yin and yang division, the three foreign principals and assistants immediately invited the foreign monk to enter.
In the lobby, after the city’s grandfather took a big case, the civil and military judges and the officials of the city’s temples were arranged in order, and they were sentenced and sentenced to a lot of ghosts and femininity. If anyone dissatisfied, and not those who have done a great job, they are not savage. They are allowed to appeal to the neighboring Da Yue Shan Jun and Shui Shen Fu Jun. At that time, Shan Jun and Fu Jun will send the Yin Ming official to come to this review case.
Chen Pingan did not sit in the chair of the city grandfather who ordered the man to move out. Instead, he placed the chair behind a lacquered pillar and sat there, keeping his eyes closed.
When a femininity shouted loudly and refused to accept the verdict, Chen Pingan opened his eyes and listened to the rebuttal of the county town grandfather.
It turned out that the femininity was a Confucian child who had no official fame before his death. He had inadvertently excavated a large number of cheekbones outside the county town, and he was taken out one by one, and he was buried. The femininity feels that this is a great merit. It is doubtful why many of the lords of the Chenghuang Temple have turned a blind eye. It is not possible to offset this sin. This is the injustice of Tianda. He must appeal to the Shuiyufujun. If it is the prince, he will ignore it. The official and the officer, he will fight for the opportunity to lose the reincarnation, but also to knock on the drums, and then appealed to Fushan Guozhong Yueshan Jun, to the king of the king to preside over justice, heavy punishment of the county town of dereliction of duty.
The grandfather of the city angered: "The world city surveys the living beings in the yang, you act before your life, and all have the heart for the good, although the good and the bad, the heartless evil is evil, but you can go to the palace to smash the gongs and drums, just follow the night. Judgment, there is no possibility of changing the judgment!"
The femininity sits on the ground.
At the end of the day, the chicken will be heard.
The city is coming to an end in the evening.
Chen Pingan got up and walked around the pillars. He stood under the hall and thanked the official robes and babies who had only black and white, and then left.
The city grandfather personally sent it to the gate of the Chenghuang Temple.
At the door of the door, the city grandfather hesitated and stopped to ask: "Is the Master in Qujiang County, quietly carving a giant wood down the mountain road to enter the mountains and mountains to mine the emperor?"
Chen Ping nodded and said: "There has been such a move. Seeing that the road is rugged and suffocating, it is somewhat unbearable."
The city’s grandfather sighed:
The two of them should have died on the way to the wood. One person was killed by the giant wood, and one fell to the cliff and died. So the act of the master is equivalent to saving two lives, then the master knows this. Have you accumulated more merits, or are you more contaminated?"
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Since the city grandfather spoke up, it must have been the latter."
The city grandfather looked at the monk. After a while, he smiled and said: "The reason why the Master is a Master, the Little God understands."
When you look at the world, you can see things more.
The city’s grandfather sighed.
When the world acts like a river of water, the river can irrigate the fields, and the people of Huize will be inadvertently flooded. Perhaps a flood of dykes will drown countless, in a flash, Since the conversion of the merits and demerits, the Master has to pay more attention to it. Of course, the little is not too light, can not talk about any vision, and hopes that the Master will not be disturbed by the words of the little god, otherwise the little Sin is too big."
Chen Pingan thanked again.
Chen Pingan returned to the inn, lit the table lights, and copied the page of a Buddhist scripture for meditation.
After stopping the pen, put away the pen and the book.
The sky is slightly bright.
Chen Pingan blows out the lights and stands at the window.
The rules and regulations of the landscapes of the mountains and rivers, if they are carefully studied, will find that the rules actually established with Confucianism are quite biased, and they do not absolutely conform to the good and bad in the secular sense.
Gradually ascending in the mountains, more and more like a monk, this is the road that must be taken.
It's like everyone will grow up.
Chen Pingan is actually in a good mood.
After so many mountains and rivers, I have accumulated so many large and small items, and my family is full.
After the fall of the Lushan Mountain, Chen Ping was full of expectations.
It is not a spring, but the garden is full of flowers. That is the beautiful scene that Chen Pingan hopes to see.
Chen Ping left the county town and continued to walk in the territory of Fu.
There is no jade scorpion, no fighting, just carrying a bamboo box, a green bamboo stick, and traveling alone.
On this day, at a waterside temple, after Chen Ping entered the temple to worship the incense, he saw a thousand-year-old cypress in the apse of the temple. He needed seven or eight young men to be together, shaded half-square, and stood next to the tree. A stone tablet is written by Fu Wenguo Wenhao. The local government has hired a famous artist to inscribe it. Although it is a new monument, it is very rich in ancient charm. After reading the inscription, I realized that this ancient cypress has experienced many incidents, and the years are still standing.
Chen Pingxiang liked the text content of the inscription, and he took off the green bamboo book box, took out the paper and ink, and used the bamboo box as a book case to copy the inscription in one word.
The inscription has a lot of content, and Chen Ping’s copying is inexplicable, and he has already entered the night without knowing it.
There are night bans in the temple, but the temple has not been rushed. Instead, it has two stools together with the children of the temple. It is placed around the ancient monument, igniting the lamp, helping to illuminate the ancient monuments in the temple, and the lights are covered with plain yarn. It is delicate, in case the wind blows out.
After seeing this scene, Chen Pingan quickly stopped to get up and thanked him.
The old temple smiled and waved his hand, indicating that the guest only transcribed the inscription, and said that there is a house in the temple to stay overnight.
The old man ordered the child to scream, and the latter held the key and squatted on the side.
The child is really bored, and he looks at the inscription on the inscription behind the person. The word is not bad or bad. It is a serious copy and a correct one. It’s really good. He used to go to other places to play in the temple. Compared with his own temple, it is more beautiful. There are many Shilin literati walls. That is more than a flowing, especially a Wenhao drunk holding a cup and writing a wall cursive. It’s really a swaying heart, although it’s a cursive wall, it’s been hailed as a graffiti by Fu’s national literary world.
The word of the young green sorrow in front of me is unruly, very general.
After Chen Ping copied the inscription, he packed up the bamboo box, re-backed it, and went to the guest house. As for how to express gratitude, if you want to go, you can only donate some sesame oil money when you leave tomorrow.
The child yawns constantly, and he almost feels that he has climbed into the sleeping insects in his ear, but he will not blame the guest for being too arrogant. There are many stone carvings and walls in the temple. Therefore, there are often readers here to copy books, and the children are not old enough. However, the old-fashioned, the temple wished Grandpa temper and strange, and always respected the scholars, and listened to several brothers in the temple, saying that during the life of the grandfather of the temple, I don’t know how many people who went to Beijing to take the exam or visit the mountains and rivers, but the temple The wind level is flat, so many years have passed, and no one has read the title of the gold medal. It has become a high-ranking official of Fu Fu, and he has not seen one or two temples, and he has not had one or two official singers who have become famous for the temple.
Chen Pingan walked into the corridor and stopped to look back.
Thousands of years old cypress leaves.
Chen Pingan smiled and whispered: "The breeze and the moon are moving, and the suspect is Jianxian Bao Jianguang."
The child snorted. "Good poetry. In which book did the son see?"
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Forgot the source."
The child said with regret: "If the son has his own feelings, he will make it easy. When I look back, I will let the grandfather wish to find a good writing, catching the knife and writing on the wall, so that we can add some incense to the temple."
Chen Ping looked at the cypress and shook his head.
The child also thought that the foreigner who was studying abroad was saying that the poem was not sent by him. He whispered, "Go, let's go, take you to the guest house, rest early. The guest house is not big, but Clean, rest assured, I take care of it, to ensure that there are no half ants."
Speaking of this, the child whispered: "If you accidentally bump into it, the son can not complain to the grandfather."
Chen Pingan nodded with a smile, humming, and went to the guesthouse with the children.
On the other side of the cypress, the branches and leaves are wandering.
The ancient wood charm that is about to be transformed into a human figure almost succumbed to tears. I can’t wait to hold down the coffin head of the temple’s child, and wake it up with a chestnut.
You are such a child, how can you not open up, do you know how much a blessing has been missed in the temple?
If you ask the sword immortal to write the poem on the wall of the temple, you can say that you can step into the sky! As for the incense and feng shui of the temple, the natural water is rising.
Is the ten Zi Gongqing in the Fufu National Temple comparable to an essay in this person?
It was only the immortal who shook his head. It did not dare to speak out, lest it would annoy the passing immortal, but not beautiful.
In the middle of the night, Chen Pingan still practiced six steps to walk the pile, and at the same time cooperated with the sword furnace and the piles.
Half asleep and half awakened, the fists flowed all over the body.
Within the small world, there are other kinds of practice.
Self-cultivation and self-cultivation are correct.
Chen Ping’s heart was fretting, but he did not open his eyes, continued to immerse himself, and continued to walk.
On this day, the temple wished the old man to see a man in the Qing dynasty, carrying a cedar tree branch, like a ranger with a sword. This person admits that he is the incarnation of the general cypress of the temple in the back hall of the temple. He prayed for the temple to stay with the green shirt guest. In the next ink, in any case, you must ask the passer-by of the night temple to finish the matter and continue on the road. The words were ardent, and the Tsing Yi man almost shed tears.
After the temple awoke to the old man, he suddenly sighed and seemed to be unwilling to be strong. It was difficult to ask the young scholar who was not known to the real person to ask for the word, but for a long time, remembering the millennium of the ancient cypress and the temple, the history is indeed There are many words and deeds that pass through the ruins of the temple, so the old man is still wearing boots and dressing, leaving the house in the night, just to the side of the guest house, for a long time, the old man still did not knock on the door, turn to the ancient cypress, Whispered: "Bai Xian, I can't help. I didn't follow the words to ask for help. The immortal acted, not good, since the other party is not willing to leave the ink treasure, it must be that the merits of the temple are not enough, the blessing is not full.

Cooper was silent, only a sigh, but also did not force the temple to wish the old man to change his mind.
Until this moment, Chen Pingcai stopped the boxing and smiled.
Chen Pingan has always believed that the feng shui is not right and wrong, the roots are still only in people, not in the spirits, they have to talk about the order, the world’s so-called green hills are not burning.
The so-called Castle Peak is still in the hearts of the people.
Therefore, a green shirt fluttered in the temple at the temple, and came to the temple wishing in a blink of an eye, smiling: "Raise your hand."
The practice of the millennium has not yet acquired a complete human form of the ancient cypress charm, the appearance of the Tsing Yi man appearance, body still lingering, slamming his head, "Thank you for the immortal."
The temple wished the old man some fear, and he would bow down and thank him.
However, Chen Pingan was frankly admired by the ancient wood.
But the old man’s thanks, but Chen Ping’s hand reached out.
This is not because the wood charm is not human, it is inferior.
It’s on the avenue, thanks to the grace of heaven and earth, and thanks to the strangers, it’s actually the hard-won avenue.
After watching the city night and night trials, Chen Pingan was like seeing the moon in the clouds, and completely understood one thing.
Those who practice, want to be clear, but also need to clear the source.
Chen Pingan let the old man and the ancient cypress charm wait for a moment, went to the guest house, took out a piece of gold-colored paper, and was sitting in a dangerous position. After a moment of calming, he wrote the poem on the top. A good bamboo box was returned to the vestibule of the apse, and it was handed over to the man in Tsing Yi. The color is: "You can bury this symbol in the root of the tree and the root of the mountain. Afterwards, it will be refining. On the boulevard, the blessings are uncertain. All in the heart. After practicing, I will do my best, and be good and good."
Tsing Yi men hold the golden symbols in their hands, thank you again, grateful to zero, and cry.
Chen Ping will no longer stay at the temple, and leave with a dear, the moon star is thin, and the moon is in the bamboo box.
Looking back, the temple wished the old man and Tsing Yi Mu charm to still be there to leave and leave, Chen Ping waved his hand and continued to travel.
Well, save a sesame oil.
No loss.
Chen Pingan smiled and continued on the road. He was quiet in the night and walked slowly in six steps.
No matter how late or late, there are no taboos.
The world is so, the chances are different, each has its own number.
This place is met with his Chen Ping, and it may become a so-called blessing.
If you are in a different place, even if the feng shui is different, you can meet other temperamental and other cultivating people. It may be just the right chance. When you meet him, you will pass by.
Above the avenue, there are tens of thousands of roads and the sections are ascending.
Therefore, people in the same way will be so rare that it is difficult to meet.
Then Chen Pingan stopped at the Dagu waterside in Fuzhong’s Zhongyuejie area and fished next to an old man. The latter was clearly a practicing gentleman, but the realm was not high, and the sea was very big. With a lot of 婢 girl, a long row of blue fish carp, as for the bait is prepared a lot, a large basin after a large basin, estimated that big water, big fish can also feed full. The fisherman saw that the young man in the green shirt should be a pure Wufu in the four or five worlds, and a person who likes to fish, and told a prostitute to go to a large pot of bait. The prostitute laughed and said that the son of the son would not be polite, and his own master of the fishermen who met each other was very generous, and said that he did not fight big nests and difficult to catch big fish. When the prostitute put down the big basin and Chen Pingan said these words, Chen said that Ping An nodded hard and said that it was this rational child. The old gentleman must be a high-ranking person who is fishing together. At the beginning, Chen Pingan still had some conscience, and received a large pot of Xianjia bait from others. He asked the old fairy teacher's track number loudly.
The old man laughed and said: "Friends on the mountain like to call the old man to fill the sea!"
Chen Pingan silently squinted at the big basin, thinking that it would be mixed with the rivers and lakes. It was only the name of the mother who took the wrong name. There was absolutely no wrong nickname.
The old man won the fish, but he couldn’t catch a big fish in his mind.
At the time of entry, there was a huge building ship passing by the shore of Dagu. The ship and the ship had the armored person standing upright. The building was broken and the water was retrograde. The waves were very strong, and the big waves were shot on the shore. The green bamboo fish on the shore was seven times.
The old man began to swear and sigh.
The building took out a burly military commander wearing a nectar, holding a gun, and the momentum was arrogant, staring at the fishing man on the shore.
A prostitute cautiously reminded: "Master, it seems to be the general of the Fu State, wearing a very rare man to expose the armor."
"It is the general of the Fuling State General Gaoling!"
The old man fixed his eyes and looked at it with a slap in the face, and he was mad at him: "His mother, stepping on a sturdy dog ​​like iron, I heard that this guy's temper is not very good, let's get rid of it!"
On the other side of the building, there was a woman next to the general of the National Defense University. Gaoling bowed his head and whispered. The latter nodded and jumped and stood on the bow of the bow. To be sent.
Chen Pingan slowly collected.
Above the building, the dialogue between the burly and the woman is clear.
A wealthy woman in a brocade, I heard that the old fisherman is a monk in the mountains of the country. After the repair of the mountain, the Taoist priests are filled with real people, and the nature is sloppy. It is an old-fashioned monk with an empty space but a powerful force. She will let the military commander Gao Ling go to teach, do not kill, learn the lesson, such as a half-dead, and then find a chance to see if it can be accepted as a guest in her house.
The military commander hesitated, saying that this person may not be willing, and has refused the invitation of the emperor of the Qingyu Kingdom for several times.
The woman snorted.
The military commander will take the lead.
Fu Fuguo itself has little power, but the mountain is surprisingly large, and the woman who has both a wealthy status and a fairy scent is one of the traction of the Fuzhou country and the backing.
Although Gaoling looked at the age of standing, it was actually the year of the Huajia. In the Fuwu National Military Academy, the official position was not the highest, from the three products, but his fist must be the hardest.
If you punch it today, you may be able to change from three products to three products.
So Gao Ling laughed loudly: "I don't want to run, I might as well come to the boat for a drink!"
The armored martial artist had a heavier toe point, the building was suddenly tilted, and a large piece of armor creaked. Those sergeants shunned one by one, and quickly reached out and firmly grasped the railing.
Gaoling fell on the surface of Dagu and went to the shore to step on the water.
A shot was handed out.
The person who cultivated the Tao in the sea is not a genealogy teacher. It is just a mountain cultivating. If you are interested, you should be soft and not very interesting. Just let yourself play a fist in front of the woman.
Just waiting for Gaoling to land, he will have a flower in front of him and then feel the chest.
The figure went all the way back to the side of the building.
It turned out that it was a ghost in a green shirt. In an instant, it came to Gaoling. A palm was shot on top of his dew. When Gaoling came, it was as fast as a thunder, and the cast was even more swaying.
The man gently clap his hands, Gaoling's figure floated, and fell on the bow of the ferry, and he walked to the foot.
After a pat on the green shirt, he took advantage of the situation and plucked out a few feet. A large sleeve flipped, his body shape swiftly turned, and his eyes returned to the shore, and he stood still.
Gao Ling's face is gloomy, hesitant to swell his face and fill the fat, don't think about winning this one. Otherwise, she felt that she had lost her face. It was his Gaoling’s unfavorable work, and that was the most embarrassing situation.
The woman's eyes are bright and smiling. "Nothing, no need to care, not to pursue. Master once said that the mountain is not to be underestimated. There are often high-ranking people between the mountains and the mountains. I am not in charge of the green country." The faucet crossed the boat and deliberately took the waterway. I finally saw the so-called strangers. When I saw it, I earned it."
Gao Ling breathed a sigh of relief.
ashore.
The man held a fist, as if to apologize to the side of the building.
Gao Ling took a moment and smiled and held a fist.
The more beautiful the woman is, the more she said to herself: "Good guy, it’s fun. Gaoling, I remember you!"
The building slowly left.
The old monk of Longmenjing just wanted to make some friends, but he suddenly disappeared from the figure of the green shirt.
What?
The old monk licked his chin and then ordered to move the position. He told the girl to move all the big pots to another position. It was the place where the green man was fishing. It was definitely a place of feng shui.
As soon as he was seated, he suddenly felt refreshed. It was a place where the immortals looked at each other. It is clear that the face of the river must be sweet and sweet.
far away.
Chen Pingan continued to travel far.
Take a short walk and walk in a plain of plains.
Chen Pingan suddenly stopped and took the bamboo box into the squat.
But after a while, frowning and pondering, is it an illusion?
Chen Pingan slowly moved forward.
Sprinkling the mountains is the holy place in the hearts of the people of Wuling.
There are various rumors about this Zhuangzi in the martial arts.
It is said that Wang Buqing’s predecessor did not marry his wife for the rest of his life. When he was young, he traveled to the north and suffered love. He liked the woman who later became the Queen Mother of Jingnan. Unfortunately, Tiangong did not make beauty, and the old man did not match the line. The two did not go. Together, Wang Bing's old predecessors were also infatuated, and they devote themselves to martial arts. They became the unfortunate one of Wang Bing, but they were the great fortunes of the entire Wuling country.
It is also said that the thin plum wine brewed by Zhuangzi is actually the brewing recipe left by the immortals. When the Wu people drink a pot, they can grow their skills for several years. Therefore, the disciples taught by Wang Bing's old predecessors will excel in one by one, because they are all brewed in the tank of slimming plum wine.
There is also a rumor that there is a forbidden place in the village that is heavily guarded and heavily organized. It has placed a martial arts cheat written by Wang Fu, and anyone who gets one can become a first-rate master on the rivers and lakes. Then you can compare the knife of the Fu Tower and get the sword score, you can not lose the sword of Wang Jingshan.
These, of course, are all fake, let the outsiders spit, but they will make their own people cry and laugh.
One of Wang Bian’s rumors, Lu Hao was very helpless, but Master seems to never care about these.
Lu Hao is one of the most unsatisfactory qualifications among the same teachers. Learning is very slow. Swordsmanship, swordsmanship, and boxing are not only slow, but the bottleneck is as big as a mountain. They are all hopelessly broken. A trace of light is gone. Master often comforts him. In fact, the Master did not know what to do. In the end, Lu Hao also accepted his life. Now the old housekeeper is old, the master sister is far away, and the talented brother Wang Jingshan has to provoke the village’s work in these years, and he has actually delayed the practice. In fact, Lu Hao is even more anxious than Wang Jingshan. He always feels that Wang Jingshan should have gone to the rivers and lakes, and Jianfeng has gone. Therefore, Lu Hao began to intentionally and unintentionally contact the secular chores of the mountain villages. He intends to help the old management and the younger brother in the future. One shoulder lifted two shoulders.
When I got up, went to the pile, or practiced swords or practiced a knife until the time of breakfast, I went to the old butler's side, watched the accounts and settled the accounts, sprinkled the letters of the village, the operation status of many industries, and many disciples in the house. The expenses need to be consulted with the old housekeeper. When they are about to squat, they end up like learning the lessons of Mengmeng, going to see the younger brothers practicing swords, or practicing the swords of the sisters. The location is in the back hill of the mountain village. Quiet.
There are many disciples and handymen in the villa, so the villa has opened a family.
Those who learned in the early years, the scholars are big, but they can't stay.
I will come here and wait for a year and a half to be resigned. Some resignations are retired. It is really old. Some are wild literati who have no official body but are quite prestigious in Shilin. Finally, Master simply hired a person who was hopeless in the imperial examination and did not change his husband. When there is something to do with the villa, Lu Hao will be the teacher of the school.
In the afternoon, Lu Hao will also teach a sword and boxing method for the same disciple. After all, the brothers and sisters of Lu Yi’s peers also need to practice themselves. Then Lu Hao became the best person to call, but Lu Hao did not have a point. It’s a must, but I feel very helpful.
Lu Hao’s day is like this, it’s so smashed, it’s like a few blinks, it’s going from a dawn of azure like a white belly to a twilight time when the sun and the sun are homing, only after the time, the sky is dim, everything Hey, Lu Hao has the opportunity to do something about himself, such as reading a little book, or flipping through the landscapes that Master bought, and knowing some strange things about the gods on the mountain. After reading it, there is nothing to look forward to. It is nothing but respect.
On this day, Lu Hao personally holds lanterns and patrols the night village. It is only a matter of course. Although there are many rumors and rumors in the rivers and lakes, in fact, people who are not obeying the rules and sweeping the village have never.
The younger brother in the back of the mountain is still diligently practicing the sword.
Lu Hao did not disturb, silently walked away, and walked quietly along the road. It was an entry-level boxing pile that had been gone for many years. The master sister Fu Loutai and his brother Wang Jingshan liked to take a joke.
Because the boxing pile was not sprinkled by the king of the village, but was a poor boxing that was obtained by chance when he was young. Master Wang Bing did not mind Lu Yan practicing this boxing, because Wang bluntly read the boxing spectrum and felt that the practice was harmless, but the meaning was not great. Anyway, Lu Hao liked it himself, and he was trained by the landlord. It turns out that Wang Binghe Brother and sister, right. However, Lu Hao did not feel that he was in vain.
On the way down the mountain, I saw the old butler who stood in the bottom of the steps and seemed to be waiting for myself.
Lu Hao quickly stepped down the mountain.
The old butler looks good, his body is thin, and he wears a long green shirt. But the old man often coughs. It seems that he has fallen from the root of the disease in the early years and has not recovered.
One leg of the old man was slightly abducted, but it was not obvious.
The old man surnamed Wu, named Fengjia, is a relatively uncommon name. In addition to the same generation of Lu Yi, the younger generation and children of the lower generation have no idea of ​​the name of the old man. From Wang Fu’s younger brother Fu Loutai to Lu Hao and the younger brother, they all like to call the old man Wu Grandpa. When Lu Yan entered Zhuangzi on the first day of his youth, the old housekeeper was already sweeping the village. It is said that the age of Zhuangzi, how many years the old housekeeper stayed at the villa.
Lu Hao whispered: "Grandpa Wu, the wind is cool, the night is a night, I will do it."
The old man waved his hand and continued to patrol with Lu Hao. He smiled and said: "Lu Yan, I will tell you two things, you may compare... Disappointment, um, will be disappointed."
Lu Yan feels a bit strange, it seems that the old management tonight is a bit different. In the past, the feeling of giving the old man is late, like the wind and the candle, and the life is not long. This actually made Lu Hao very worried. Lu Yi Xing Xu is a martial arts hopeless summit, so I will think about more things outside of martial arts, such as the old age of the old man, the children have the opportunity to participate in the imperial examination, will the annual taste of the villa be more intense? .
The old man said slowly: "Lu Yan, you actually have the qualifications for practice, and if you are lucky in the early years, you can meet the preacher, the future will not be small. Unfortunately, you met the master Wang blunt, turned to school, violent It is."
Lu Yan smiled and just wanted to talk. The old man waved his hand and interrupted Lu’s words.
It’s okay not to say anything, it’s because you have never seen the fairy goddess on the mountain, a Qi Jinglong, of course, the realm is not It’s low, he and you are just friends who meet in the rivers and lakes. That Qi Jinglong is a little freak that is not a scholar but a melody, so you don’t really know about the monasticism on the mountain.

Lu Yan is speechless.
The old man continued to say: "The martial arts talent of your Lu Hao is really average and very general. So your martial arts bottleneck is a real obstacle, you can't get through now, and you may not be able to live forever."
Lu Yan sighed and felt a little sad. "Grandpa Wu, I know best in my heart."
The old man also has some sad feelings. "There are so many children in the mountain village. I am actually optimistic about your heart, so I let you inadvertently get that boxing. But many things under the sun are so helpless, not that Lu is a good person. You can live a smooth life. When you are young, you are better than your brother and sister. After you are an adult, you can only watch the younger brothers and sisters go together. When you die, you can’t even have their disciples, your teachers. You are still better than that. So whether you are disappointed or not, I am very disappointed, not in the heart, but in the world."
Lu Hao was a little shocked.
The old man turned his head and looked at Lu Yan. "Lu Hao, I finally asked you a question. I don't mind if I have to do anything in my life. When I work as a mountain village, I will have a good relationship with you in the future."
Lu Yan thought about it carefully and smiled: "It doesn't matter, I will be a mountain housekeeper."
The old man nodded. "It's very good. Don't underestimate yourself. There are people like you who are doing a little thing. There will be more hope under the sun, and there will be a feat. So, my previous That disappointment, not worth mentioning, one by one, is the hope of this world. This kind of big words, a bad old man who sprinkled the villa, Qiu Fengjia said, it seems very shameless, right?"
Lu Yan smiled. He didn't want to say something wrong, and he didn't want to hurt the old man's heart. He had to compromise and said, "It's okay."
The old man laughed heartily. At this moment, there is a bit of decay and old age.
If the eagle stands like asleep, the tiger line is sick, and it is his degrading means.
"Since you have passed my heart test, it is time for you to change your way and climb your heart. You shouldn't be in the heart of it!"
The old man said: "I am leaving the villa tonight, hiding for many years, and I should have made a break. I left two letters in the account, a mountain weight, a fairy secret. A letter to you. Give it to Wang Bing, and say that you are a disciple. He has been delayed for many years, and he should let go. A letter is brought to you, to find Qi Jinglong, and later to practice, when the gods on the mountain! One willing to be peace of mind when the housekeeper The Lu Yi of a lifetime can make the world hope more, then a land reclamation and training sword is naturally more beneficial to the world."
Lu Yan looked wrong.
The old man grabbed Lu Hao’s head in one hand, and punched him in the chest of Lu’s chest. He beat Lu Hao on the spot and was seriously injured. He was so mad, but he was speechless and painful.
"Everything else is good, this is the temper of this twisting, I am the most unhappy, you Luyi does not fight for a place in the mountains, do you want to give the way to those who are not as good as the bastard?!"
The old man stared at Lu Hao, who was almost fainting, and said: "But if you want to go to practice, you can only break the bridge forever! Remember, grit your teeth, you will pass, everything will be there. Hope. If you can’t, you can just be a mountain housekeeper.

When the old man let go of his hand, Lu Hao fell to the ground and the lantern in his hand fell to the ground.
Lu Hao vomited blood.
The old man crouched down and smiled. "I certainly don't call Wu Fengjia. I just walked in the rivers and lakes when I was young, and the name of a dead knight. He died in order to save a roadside crusher." On the spot. The little scorpion, who has been practicing punches in this life, wants to prove one thing to the savior, a four-door martial artist who has taken his life to save an orphan who is covered with pussy. Things, worth it!"
Lu Hao only felt that the pure gas of the Wufu was gradually dissipated, the pain was difficult, and he still clenched his teeth, trying to listen carefully to every word of the old man.
The old man smiled and said: "I have learned a set of poor boxing methods. In the end, the qualifications of the average person are plain. It is not a genius. Now, looking back, the boxing and boxing of the boxing boxing is really common, so I went to the head and practiced boxing. Until the age of forty, I was able to use one person’s power to publicly declare that I should avenge the fairy ancestor of the country’s singer. Everyone laughed at me, not arrogant! Very good, my boxing The basic meaning of boxing is that you move the mountain into the sea! Unfortunately, you have a lot of practice, and you can’t get started. You can’t get on the upper body. It’s no problem. How many world roads there are, you are a good person, is it my rumor? Disciple, the relationship is not big."
In the end, the old man's fingers were bent together and gently knocked on Lu's forehead, letting them fall asleep. After all, Lu Hao did not need to continue to martial arts ascend, this bitterness of eating and not eating, meaningless, stirring between the souls It is the key to the practice of going up the mountain in the future without stopping.
The old man in the green shirt stood up and muttered to himself: "The old man's real name, surname Gu Mingyou."
The old man smiled and said: "Before the death of the surname of Lushan, it seems that I should go to the young man for a while. If it is dead, it will be my Lushan boxing, if it is not dead... Oh, it seems very difficult."
The old man thought for a moment and sneered: "I don't bully anyone. Since you are fighting for the purest Wufu in the strongest six realms, then I will press the realm of the realm, only to ... Jiu Jingwufu punch."
Above the plains.
Chen Pingan feels that something is getting worse.
A huge sense of crisis shrouds the world.
Avoiding inevitable, there is no escape.
This is the second time that Beiju Luzhou has traveled.
For the first time, at the foot of the peak of the mountain, I encountered the sword of the mountain.
Chen Pingan did not have any panic, but for a moment it was like a water stop.
In addition to the limit of Chen Ping’s eyesight, there are old people wearing a long green shirt and standing in the same place, keeping their eyes closed for a long time.
When he opened his eyes, he stepped out.
quietly.
But after a short time, above the earth, such as the spring fried thunder.
Above the line.
Chen Pingan squinted.
The double-sleeve symbol, the robe of the robe, the two flying swords, even the swords, at this moment, are purely foreign objects, and are destined to be of no benefit.
Chen Pingan believes in his instincts.
The other party is at least a mountain martial!
The boxing spirit is solid and incredible.
Chen Pingan began to go straight ahead.
Once retreating and avoiding, one's own boxing will be reduced by one point, and the chance of surviving will be reduced by one point.
If the boxing is reduced, it is to admit defeat.
Walking in the rivers and lakes, it is often necessary to die.
A punch is interchanged.
Chen Pingan suddenly flew out for dozens of feet, and a sudden landing, still can not stop the trend of retreat, the boots on the feet directly polished all the soles.
It was almost falling apart.
This is the first time that Chen Pingan has used the drums of the gods, but the fists are broken!
The man did not move, and walked in a leisurely manner. It seemed that Chen Ping’s direct exchange of a pure instinct, fluttering and trailing, and a punch.
In fact, Chen Ping, who has already blurred his vision, has been punched.
Fly back.
Nothing to fight back.
That time, the green shirt was long, and it had already jumped into the sky and punched.
In this boxing, Chen is safe.
Above the earth, there is a big pit.
Chen Pingan was bathed in blood and could not afford to fall.
Flesh and blood meridians, limbs and hundreds of limbs, Qifu acupoints.
They are all on the verge of collapse.
The old man who was at least a mountain martial artist was only standing on the top edge of the big pit. After his hands were negative, he said nothing, no longer punched, just overlooking the blood man in the pit.
I saw that the young man who had completely lost consciousness was first moved slightly by a finger in his left hand, then tried to reach the ground with his elbow and struggled to get up.
The old man in Tsing Yi only looked cold and indifferent, watching the subtle struggles of the young Wufu.
The young man raised his elbows from time to time, letting his back rise above the ground, falling to the ground again and again, to be able to support his hands, and then stand up and sway, and consumed a full half of the musk.
The old man sneered: "I am standing here, you can live as long as you can come up and give me a punch."
The young man who has no consciousness, only a little bit of a sacred light, bows his head, shakes his arms, and squats forward.
The twenty-step road that walked out of the of the Taikeng was like a child carrying a huge basket, exposed to the sun, and collecting medicine.
Step by step, the young man just raised an arm.
The old man said indifferently: "Sorry, you still have to die."
With one hand raised, one punched open, the old man with a long shirt and a pair of shoes smashed the young man back to the bottom.
The old man stepped down the big pit step by step and smiled and said: "The older you are, the higher the realm is, the more you are afraid of death? No wonder the four strongest three realms have not been able to compete for the strongest word! So, I think you are still dead, that point of martial arts, to whom is not good, to give you such a person, the old man feels dirty that boxing."
The half-dead person is silent.
The old man frowned, then lowered his head and saw the man moving his fingers again.
The old man smiled.
well!
It is dead, and the boxing is still alive.
This is a small point.
It is the most unpredictable meaning in the world!
The old man laughed loudly.