Chapter 769: Calculation

Entering the entry city, Chen Ping'an did not rush to take Pei Qian and Zhou Migui to travel together, first twirled a yellow paper-made light note from his sleeve, and then used to make a sword tactic, and gently scratched around the fu 箓, Chen Pingan always watched the burning speed of Fu Mi, counting silently in his heart, and waited until a lantern light burned out slowly, and then said to Pei Qian: "The level of aura is the same as the sea outside the ferry, but the speed of the long river passing by It seems to be slightly slower than the outer world. We strive not to procrastinate here for too long and leave this place within one month."
Pei Qian nodded his head and understood that the giant city of ferry under his feet was mostly a mysterious realm of broken mountains and rivers similar to Xiaodongtian, but was refined by seniors, just like the Lushui puddle of Mrs. Qingzhong, it was already a small world. .
Chen Pingan
The heaven and earth in the city are thin and aura is not a suitable monastery. It certainly does not exclude the possibility of Wan Yaozong and Sanshan Fudi, someone or somewhere. The whale swallowed half one, and even occupied more aura and luck, eventually making a small world like the sea to the ruins.
Pei Qian looked at the flow of people on the street, looking a little higher, looking farther, the pavilions and pavilions were farther and clearer, which was too contrary to common sense. It seems that as long as the customers are caring, they can see the horizon all the way.
Pei Qian's eyes finally fell on a corridor in a very high building. The back of a young lady who looked like a maid, raised her heels on the bright moon night, and raised her arms high, exposing a white jade lotus-like wrist, hanging A bamboo lantern lantern, the maiden looked back suddenly, beautiful appearance, she smiled at Pei Qianyan, Pei Qian was not surprised at this, just slightly shifted her eyes, farther away, between two towering colorful buildings, There is a corridor bridge, like a colorful Changhong hanging in the corner of the corridor, standing in the middle of the corridor, a young boy with silver eyes with deer horns, his hands intertwined with his fingers, his chest is laid horizontally, his sleeves are dragged to the ground, like a fairy The so-called Pavilion Emperor in the family's books is looking at Pei Qian.
Pei Qian's eyes turned again, a beautiful mansion built on a hill, Zhulou Biwa, and carved beams of Yudong. Among them, a woman in a dress with satin and luster as the moonlight flowed, wearing a golden crown, leaning leaning on the beauty, Applying rouge, gently tapping her lips, and after discovering Pei Qian’s line of sight, she seemed to be frightened. The beauty immediately picked up a fan, but was curious, so she only covered a half with a delicate fan painted with dense flowers Face, facing Pei Qian, I saw the woman’s half red lips and half snow-white face, as if she recognized that Pei Qian’s posture was not outstanding, she raised her eyebrow gently, but her eyebrows were light but not frivolous, only slightly. With a bit of provocation.
Pei Qian immediately closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead, but only looked a few times in the distance, even a little dazzling, Pei Qian refocused, and selected those closer landscapes and pedestrians, at the corner of the street in front of him , A team of patrolmen appeared, the first one to ride, immediately holding a halberd, both men and mounts were armored, generals were wearing armor, such as fine fish scales. The road was congested and overcrowded. The armored generals occasionally lifted the halberd in their hands and gently pushed away those passers-by who accidentally ran into the cavalry team.
Pei Qian first spoke roughly with Chen Ping'an, and then whispered: "Master, these people in the city are a bit similar to the so-called "living gods" in an ancient book by the Yu family, and "half dead people" like the fox country fulu beauty , And the paper people in the white paper blessing are not the same."
Fu Lu puppets, the most inferior, are the finishing touches of the fairy family with a little aura of Fu gall, as a support, to create spiritual wisdom through the opening of the enlightenment. In fact, there is no real physical soul belonging to them.
It was the first time that Chen Ping'an heard of "living fairy" and was very curious. He asked with his heart: "living fairy? What do you say?"
Pei Qian froze for a moment and glanced at the master, because she mistakenly thought that it was the master's own knowledge in the school, and waited until she was sure that the master really didn't know this statement, which explained the records in the strange book. The most important sentence is that the soul of the living person was detained in the water prison with the reflection of the word, or in the prison mountain endowed by the mountains. But the book does not say how to crack it.
Chen Pingan nodded, that's a bit like Pu Yu's natal flying sword. It's just that apart from Cui Ying and Cui Dongshan, who can show so many thoughts? And how does it support the "self-talking" and "self-thinking" of residents in so many cities? Or is it that all the locals in the entry city have been used the means of blessing at the same time? It's a pity that Cui Dongshan is not around, otherwise it is estimated that this student, when he arrives in this city, will only be like a fish?
In his early years, Chen Ping'an traveled, whether traveling with Lutai in Tongyezhou or meeting the black-study scholar in Guiyugu, hoping for the juniors in the future, don't study as much as he did, and suffer too much. I hope that one day, going down the mountain to practice, relying on the collection of books on my own mountain, knowing a lot of knowledge, can take advantage of the opportunity to find opportunities, and can also avoid unnecessary accidents.
Now it seems that instead, it was the Dashan disciple who Chen Ping least thought of, but Pei Qian took the lead in doing this. But of course, this is inseparable from Pei Qian's memory, too good to learn boxing too fast.
It seems that there are more "thoughts" and "discovery" in life.
Pei Qian squatted down, Zhou Migu turned out of the basket, the little girl in black went out on this trip, adhering to the purpose of not showing the yellow and white rivers and lakes, did not bring the golden small pole, but carried a green bamboo stick.
Chen Ping'an and Pei Qian protected Xiaomi grains in the middle and walked into the bustling streets of the city together. Pedestrians on the roads had mixed speeches or chatting with their family members. Two of them came face to face. Chen Ping'an and they gave way, and the two were arguing A sentence of Jiaguang opened to the golden scales of the sun. Some people cited the scriptures as saying that Xiangyue was right. The other face was red and scarred, and they couldn't argue anymore. He handed out an old fist and knocked the people around him to the ground. After the person who fell to the ground got up, he was not angry, and turned to argue about the authenticity of the post.
Pei Qian whispered: "Master, everyone speaks of the Middle-earth Shenzhou Daya."
Chen Pingan nodded, "See more and listen more."
The team was riding their horses, and everyone in the armor, like the thorns, the passers-by on the street avoided, and the halberd was slightly raised for the first ride, but the tip of the halberd was still pointing to the ground, so it did not appear to be too high and domineering. The rider will say in a deep voice: "Whoever comes, sign up for it."
Chen Pingan smiled with fists: "Cao Mo."
Pei Qian replied: "Zheng Qian."
Xiaomi grain has a lot to learn, said: "Mute Zhou."
Naqi will nod and reminded: "No fighting, no buying and selling, no soaring, no soaring, and no taboos."
After some inquiries, there was no conflict. The riding team turned the horse's head and continued to patrol the street. When I went to a bookstore near by, Chen Pingan found that the books he sold were mostly well-printed local chronicles. I turned over a dozen books, all of which are old books from the ancient dynasty of the world. The territories, ceremonies, famous eunuchs, loyal martyrs, courts, martial arts, etc., are listed in dynasties, and are extremely detailed. Many local chronicles also include family, square, water conservancy, free school, tomb, etc. Chen Pingan gently rubbed the paper with his fingers, sighed, even if he bought the book, he would be able to float the silver, because all the books and papers are some kind of manifestation of divine apostasy, not substance.
Otherwise, as long as the price is fair, Chen Ping'an really doesn't mind searching for a pass and buying it to enrich the soul.
Chen Ping'an kept picking up books and putting them down, but he couldn't find any records about the dynasties of Dali and Daduan in the bookstore.
You can’t just buy it. It's definitely not a customer that any shop in the world would like. It's just that Chen Ping'an is ready to be driven out. It's also necessary to use this matter to roughly judge the age of the ferry.
The shopkeeper is an elegant and elegant old man who is reading through the book, but he does not mind Chen Ping's flipping and picking up the broken book. After about Mo Yixiang, the patient with great patience finally smiled and asked: "Guests Where did it come from?"
As soon as Zhou Migui heard the question, remembering the previous reminder of the good mountain owner, the little girl immediately fell to the enemy and quickly covered her mouth with both hands.
Chen Pingan rubbed Xiaomi grain's head and smiled with the shopkeeper: "Come from outside the city."
"It's okay to say something." The old shopkeeper shook his head and muttered to himself, it seemed that he was too disappointed with Chen Ping's answer, so he stopped talking.
Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "The shopkeeper, how many places are there in the city to sell books?"
The old shopkeeper said helplessly: "Where can I know that the guests will tell jokes."
A lean man wearing a Confucian shirt laughed and stepped into the threshold of a bookstore. He had a beautiful beard and did not look at Chen Ping'an and his party. He just walked over to the counter and laughed aloud with the old man of the shopkeeper: "The peaks there Standing up, it must have been thousands of years ago, the sand was completely stripped away by the flood in the valley, and only the boulders remained, so it stood upright."
The shopkeeper's eyes lit up, "Shen collated his knowledge and his whimsy was unprecedented. It was definitely a positive solution."
The old shopkeeper immediately bent over to remove the pen and ink from the inside of the cabinet, and then took a long and narrow note from the drawer, wrote the words, gently ink, and finally turned around to pull out a book and sandwiched the note in it.
The old shopkeeper closed the book on the counter and gave it to the old customer surnamed Shen. The latter received it in his sleeve and laughed away, approaching the threshold. He suddenly turned his head and asked, "The boy knows the gap surgery Circle, hinder the grid, virtual energy sonar?"
Chen Pingan smiled and shook his head: "I don't know."
In fact, Chen Ping'an knew some fur, otherwise he wouldn't borrow those books from Liu Mao when he was in the Mirage City. Just in this entry city, I do not know why.
"Now, what are the young people doing, they just don't know what to do."
The bearded man named "Shen Xiaokan" by the shopkeeper had some regrets. The look was full of loss. He turned his beard into a mustache. It was like a pain in his mouth. He shook his head and sighed, leaving quickly.
Chen Pingan left the bookstore with Pei Qian and Xiaomi grain.
Pei Qian whispered, "Master, that Shen Fuzi, and the book presented behind the shopkeeper, it seems that they are all...really."
Chen Pingan raised his finger and motioned for silence, don't talk about it.
I never imagined that the beautiful bearded man had turned around and never gave up. He took out the book presented by the old shopkeeper and asked again: "Young man, now it is Dayan years? If I knew, I would take this Book for you."
Chen Ping An smiled and took a small summer money from the objects in his close proximity. It was a long-cherished thing. He lifted his right hand and opened it with his palms.
The face of Shen Xiaozheng changed slightly. Chen Ping's left hand twisted Xiao Shuqian, and he had to turn it over. Mei Beard just glimpsed the word "Su" on the opposite side, and he was worried, turned his head, and repeatedly waved his hand: "Little thief cunning" , I'm afraid of you. Go and go, let's just stop here, don't want to see you again."
Chen Ping'an recaptured the fairy money, and Pei Qian blinked, "Master, is that the person who likes to be engraved everywhere on the cliff?"
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "It's just that I don't know why, I will stay here. It's just that I thought this old man would be annoyed and angered me with that book."
Zhou Mili said with emotion: "It's really unpredictable, and the rivers and lakes are dangerous."
Chen Pingan patted the head of Xiaomi grain and smiled: "The ebb and flow of the sea, the clouds and waves, are indeed sinister rivers and lakes."
There is a fortune-telling stall on the street. The old man is skinny and skinny. In front of the stall, he draws a semicircle with charcoal pen. It looks like a half-round moon. It just happens to enclose the stall. There are many street children who are familiar with the stall. Playing and playing, the old man stretched out his hand and beat the stall, scolding and scolding, and the children immediately vanished, and the old man saw Chen Ping'an passing by, and immediately straightened a crooked streamer beside him, writing the words "desire Take the longevity tactics, go to this fairy altar first," suddenly shouted his throat and shouted: "Twenty thousand gold does not sell, the streets give you..."
I never thought that the three had walked through the stall, turned a blind eye, and deliberately turned a blind eye. Finally, they walked into a weapon shop near the stall. I don't know the road."
On the side of the fortune-telling stall, there is a stall with cotton bottles on the top, some old bottles and jars resting on it, some man is sick and his head is dozing down, and the old neighbors shouted loudly before they could wake him up. The man turned his head and suddenly said "Dull, the business came to the door, and woke up". The man suddenly looked up and found that there was no one in front of the stall, and he continued to doze off. The old Taoist was a bit lazy and looked at the man's tiredness and sneered: "Brother Jing, what a heroic spirit in the past, has now become a baggage who is abducted and deprived of money."
The man just closed his eyes and raised his spirits. The old Taoist stood up from the bench and kicked a gilt urn close by. He was slapped. The old Taoist sarcastically said: "You said it came from the palace, maybe there is still Fool believes a little, you said that this thing is the sea, you can raise Jiaolong, who believes? Hey hello, but also gilt, not gold, look, sin, sin, all faded."
The man is also very good-tempered, but just stooped down silently, grabbed the small water tank that had faded, and set it up again.
The old man kicked the small tank again.
The man put the object again, but placed it in the corner of the cotton cloth farther away from the Taoist, and said dully: "The world only knows that Zuqi Qingniu, who knows you? You who know you will not come here. You are different. Drink northwest wind here every day."
The old man sat back on the bench and sighed. In fact, many old neighborhoods in the city, similar to those of old people, have gradually disappeared.
The pair of their neighbors, no matter how, they can stay here anyway, one rides a green cow, travels the world, and wants a picture of the true ancestors of the Five Yues. An old donkey who once rode a lame and lame, dangling, there is a bearded swordsman on the back of the donkey, with a big bow on his back. Both the three-foot sword and the six-jun arc can enter the water to kill Jiao.
Chen Ping'an entered the shop, picked up a scabbard, and pulled the scabbard out of the scabbard. The blade was thin and extremely sharp. With the name "Xiaomei", Chen Ping'an gave a knock, but the blade fluttered but was silent. Only the blade of light rippled Such as water ripples, Chen Ping'an shook his head, the knife was a good knife, and it was still the only "real knife" in the shop. Chen Ping'an was just a pity that the words of the old Taoist and the man of Baozhai turned out to be vague and inaudible. . This world is too weird.
The owner is
A burly man with a big back and a big smile laughed, "It is obviously a man with a sword on his back, but he has to come to the shop to pick a knife, which is not ridiculous."
An old man in a green shirt is begging, "The copybook on my ancestor can't really be seen by outsiders. If it works well, sell it to me."
The man glanced at the old man obliquely, too lazy to talk.
There was a loud noise on the street, Chen Ping'an took the knife back and put it back, and asked the man who was the shopkeeper, "How do you sell this knife?"
The man smiled and said: "If you want to buy a knife, you can, it's not expensive. Just take a bowl of Chuzhou Sour Plum Soup, half a catty of Tongling White Ginger, and a little bit of Tangshan's seasonal tender lotus, just change it."
Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "Dare to ask these three things, where?"
The man replied: "Anywhere else in the city."
There was a loud noise on the street, and then there were horseshoe bursts. They were the former city patrols, escorting a person to the outside of the weapon shop. They were a handsome scholar.
The reader walked into the shop, holding a wooden box in his hand. After seeing Chen Ping and his colleagues, he was obviously a little surprised, but he didn't speak. He placed the wooden box on the counter. After opening, it happened to be a bowl of sour plum soup, half Jin white and a few white lotus roots.
When the man saw it, he burst into tears. Without saying a word, he bypassed the counter and said something wrong with Chen Ping'an. He picked up a long knife named "Xiaomei" and threw it to the scholar.
The old man who had previously asked for a copy from the shopkeeper said sourly: "City Master Shao, here we are again to search for the land. Just stroll around the three cities, is this a bit of a fake public welfare?"
The scholar directly hung the knife around his waist, and then he laughed with the old man: "Even if it's me, it's not easy to get in and out of this city."
The scholar with the surname Shao thought for a while and said to the shopkeeper: "Let's take out the copy without a word, and I will make it up."
The shop owner narrowed his eyes, "Shao Baojuan, you can think about it, be careful to throw away the hard-earned city owner."
The scholar did not speak with a smile, and the man took out a copybook, without words, but he was smoky, and he saw the imprint of Xixidian Bao.
Chen Ping's arms were folded and he stood aside to watch the excitement.
Shao Baojuan, nowhere else.
Sour plum soup, Tongling white and Tangshan tender lotus in this city.
This means that there are at least three cities above the ferry.
The student smiled and looked at Chen Ping'an.
Chen Pingan immediately smiled and nodded in apology, turned around.
Shao Baojuan stretched out a finger and put "writing" on the wordless sticker. The shopkeeper man nodded with a smile, put away the floral copybook, and then took out another copybook, opening the chapter "The Son is Characteristic and Blunt", at the end " Begging to go". The man gave the copybook to the scholar and said, "Congratulations to Lord Shao, and he has won another treasure."
Shao Baojuan handed the copybook to the old man, chanting a "C" word, and a copybook actually burned.
The old man was shocked first, then ecstatic. His hands took over the "real fire" burning copybook, and it seemed that he finally had a wish. When the copybook burned out, the old tears were on the spot, and he couldn't help the young city master.
Scholars only say that they have long admired your sages, so they should do it.
The old man wiped his tears with his head down, then took out a small bag from his sleeve, embroidered the word "E green", and a length of extra length of fiber rope, which was badly worn.
The old man laughed softly: "This bag of snails and dais, just weighs five pounds. With this rope, Shao Chengzhu lacks that embroidered shoe and can see Mrs. Kongtong."
Shao Bao curled his thanks and, without pretending to be polite, put the bag and fiber rope straight into his sleeves.
The old man rejoiced and left in a hurry.
The scholar looked at Chen Ping'an and then Pei Qian and Zhou Mijing's hiking stick, and suddenly said, "Juluzhou, Mural City, Shaohe River."
Chen Ping'an thought for a while, "Switch on electricity, Ghost Valley, Jixiao Mountain."
Shao Baojuan smiled, "It really is you."
Chen Pingan smiled: "It turns out to be you."
When he first visited Luju in Beiju that year, when Chen Ping'an crossed the swaying river, he pretended to be an idiot and refused a fairy chance.
Behind the mural city, the goddess of hanging inkstones, is the best at fighting, and soon took the initiative to identify with a foreign traveler. It was very later that Chen Ping'an was enshrined through Luobei Mountain, and Du Si, a monk of Pimazong Yuanying, learned of a secret record of Pimazhuang, and learned that the mine pond on the Jixiao Mountain in Ghost Valley was once a broken one. The Doushuyuan Sword Sink Pond is from one of the three departments of the ancient Thunder Department, one house, two houses and three departments. Later, I visited the two masters and servants of Muyishan, the foreigner from Liuxiazhou, together with the goddess of the "Dian Dian" who hung the ancient inkstone, and won the fairy fate. In fact, before those two, Chen Ping'an first encountered the Leichi of Jixiao Mountain, but he couldn't move away, only digging up some "golden bamboo whips."
Shao Baojuan left.
Chen Pingan nodded.
Out of the shop, Chen Ping'an found the old Taoist and asked aloud, "After that, the hometown of Hanmei is ten million, can there be a tree with flowers?"
Shao Baojuan looked at Chen Ping, who was silent, and turned to smile: "Every year, thousands of trees bloom, no surprise."
The old man laughed loudly, got up with his toes, picked up the gilt water tank towards Shao Baojuan, and the scholar took it, and the man who was napping on the ground was unknowingly.
Pei Qian was confused, and asked in a low voice: "Master, that old master, is this asking you?"
How do you feel that the city owner Shao Baojuan came to this item in the city, looking for treasure everywhere?
Chen Pingan nodded and squinted with a smile: "Don't worry."
Pei Qian turned his head and found that Shao Baojuan had walked far away, standing next to an old lady selling cakes, neither buying nor leaving, as if waiting for someone over there.
Soon a monk carrying a burden appeared, quite brisk, and his pace was very fast, and he said angrily: "I am a monk, I learn a thousand robbers from a thousand robbers, and a ten thousand robbers from a buddha, but I can’t become a buddha. The devil dared to point directly at the human heart, saying what it means to become a Buddha. When he sweeps its caves and destroys its types, in order to reward the Buddha!"
Chen Ping'an stopped and looked dignified.
Passing by the old lady, the monk put down his burden and seemed to be planning to buy a cake.
The old lady pointed to the load that the monk was laying on the ground and was about to ask. Shao Baojuan had already asked, "What is this word?"
The monk was about to answer.
Seeing that Shao Baojuan wanted to speak again, Chen Pingan frowned, and said with his heart to this scholar: "This is the Buddhism case, what do you blend in."
Shao Baojuan smiled slightly, turned his head, and seemed to be waiting for Chen Ping's sentence, and immediately asked with his heart: "How is it from the West? Does the Taoist prince leak?"
"Oh?"
The old Taoist priest seemed to hear the voices of both parties and got up immediately, but only stared at Chen Ping'an.
Chen Pingan smiled, just looking at the scholar, "It's really a good idea to do everything step by step, interlocking."