Chapter 881: Practice hand

Taihui Jianzong, Pianranfeng.
The cultivator here is now only the white head.
Because Bai Shou is already a sword repairer in the Golden Core Realm, and Liu Jinglong is also the suzerain, he moved to the Zushan side, so Taihui Jianzong held a simple peak opening ceremony, and Pianran Peak became Baishou's cultivation. place.
As long as the white head is willing, he can actually start accepting disciples.
It's just that the white head has been listless every day. Every time he practiced his sword, he sat in a daze on the bamboo chair.
He actually doesn't like to drink, and is not used to it. So every time I carry a hip flask, I can't finish it every time.
Previously, I went down the mountain to practice with a few Zongmen Jianxiu, went to Lanfang Country, and fought a fight at a border called Tiezhuguan. A small group of wild monster monks flew there to commit crimes. Siege, because the realm of the savage monks is not high, there is no suspense about the outcome. The few monks of the sect, including Taihui Jianzong, had almost no damage and few injuries.
It’s just that there was another encounter on a narrow road that was unexpected for both the enemy and us. It was a golden core monster monk who was also good at hiding. Somehow, he failed to escape back to the barren world through the sea, but gave it to him. I slipped to Luzhou in Beiju and stayed silent for a few years, just to break the border and become the Nascent Soul. It actually directly harmed dozens of people of a small sect of Jianghu. The methods were vicious and concealed, and they were all refined into walking dead, if not Relying on the keen sense of the assassin's birth, Bai Shou was aware of a clue, maybe he would miss this monster race.
In a dangerous fight, the white head made the most effort, and it was he who killed the enemy with a single blow, successfully killed the enemy, cut off the head, and flew the sword to shatter the golden core that was repaired by the ghost, but a nephew of the other peak of the Zongmen, Although the Dragon Gate Swordsman was a generation lower than the Baishou, he was actually much older than the Baishou, but he was seriously injured in the battle. He was hit by a magic trick by the monster cultivator. The hopeful sword repair of the immortal, completely hopeless.
After Bai Shou returned to Pian Ran Peak, he, who was already taciturn, became more silent.
Even if the surname Liu, and the nephew of the teacher have come to the mountain to persuade, but Bai Shou's heart is not good, especially when the nephew of the teacher, he took the initiative to come to Pianran Peak, to find the teacher uncle Bai Shou to drink, to be honest It's okay, Uncle Bai doesn't have to worry about it.
When he said these words, Jian Xiu who fell into the realm had sincere eyes and a smile on his face. At the end, he said, if you really want to feel sorry, then help count his realm together. If you are all white in the future, If there is no Yupu state, then it is impossible to say, when he comes to Pianranfeng every day to block the door and curse the street.
At this moment, Baishou embraces the back of his head with his hands and sits on the small bamboo chair. How can he not care? How can it be okay?
The wine is not good.
My heart is more uncomfortable.
And the open-mindedness of that sword repair made Bai Shou the most uncomfortable.
Having fought on the Great Wall of Jianqi for many years, I have never fallen into a state. Why did he return to his hometown, being in such a small place, it happened.
And just under his white head's eyelids, the opponent is just a beast with a bottleneck in the Golden Core Realm, and he is in the same realm with him, and my white head is still a sword repairer!
On the previous trip down the mountain to kill the demon, on the way to Tiezhuguan, one day the sword repair was at the dinner table. Hearing Bai Shou said that he and Chen Ping’an were brothers and brothers, he killed him and said that unless the hermit visits Pianranfeng next time , You can really help introduce one or two, let him talk to the young hermit, just believe it. At that time, Baishou patted his chest and packed the ticket, which was a trivial matter.
The surname Liu was even more excessive. The second time I came to Pianranfeng, the guy who split his head and covered his face directly gave himself a serious sentence, saying that if you don’t even understand this, it means that you are not the real Taihui Sword Sect. Disciple, not a sword repair.
The surnamed Liu left after speaking assholes.
The white head didn't say anything, reasoned or something, how could he say that nerd master.
Bai Shou rubbed his face vigorously, sighed heavily, got up from the chair, and began to punch randomly.
Suddenly stood still, with close together, pointed forward, imagined that there was a black charcoal standing not far away, and laughed, "Hey! The black charcoal, listen carefully, if you don't hold back, the uncle will be out Fist!"
Baishou changed his fingers to his palms, swaying from side to side, as if slapped in the face, "Be reasonable with you, don’t you? You are suffering now, right? Remember it later, and meet your uncle Baishou, show respect. !"
In the air just one mile away from Pianran Peak, a group of people hovered in the wind, but someone used a blindfold.
The white-haired boy looked admiringly on his face and exclaimed sincerely: "It's a man! I'll wait a moment, I have to toast this hero with a glass of wine."
The premise is that this guy can still drink.
Liu Jinglong couldn't laugh or cry, but he didn't remind the disciple.
Pei Qian was expressionless and twitched at the corner of his mouth.
Millet grain scratched his face and looked at Pei Qian carefully. It seemed that he had a chance to save it.
Chen Pingan nodded and smiled: "It really is a good boxing technique."
The white head twisted his waist and drove into the air. He thought he kicked out a leg extremely chicly. After landing, he patted his palms, "Don't send it."
Then a group of people floated to the ground and appeared.
The white head closed his eyes, opened his eyes again, closed and opened again, OK, I can run away.
Without a word, with a touch of his finger, the long sword on the wall inside the house suddenly unsheathed, the white head stepped on the long sword, and the sword hurriedly left Pianran Peak.
Pei Qian glanced at Master.
Chen Pingan smiled and said, "Remember the past."
Pei Qian glanced at Liu Jinglong again, and the latter smiled and said, "Just pay attention to your measure."
Pei Qian took off the bookcase and handed the hiking stick to the millet grains. His figure disappeared in a flash, as fast as thunder, and he immediately caught up with Yujian's white head.
Bai Shou Mao was full of strong swords, and the lady next to him was always calm, and followed by. Bai Shou had no choice but to smile and say, "What a coincidence. Come as a guest."
Pei Qian was just standing side by side with the white head, without speaking, with a smile on his face like a golden sign, and then glanced sideways.
The white head, who is not afraid of the sky, is the most afraid of Pei Qian's expression in this life.
The white head began to break the jar, "I won't fight back."
Pei Qian is a punch.
The white head and the long sword at his feet landed straight together.
The corners of his mouth twitched and the whole body was trembling. Most of his body was in the mud in the mountains. He didn't faint, but it hurts. It's better to sleep, and then wake up. The cruel black coal has left Pianran Peak.
Pei Qian stood aside and asked, "What should I do next? Do you want to ask me three strokes?"
Bai Shou trembled: "One move is enough!"
Pei Qian raised his palm and then turned his wrist, pulling the whole white head out of the ground and pushing it back two steps.
The white head shook, and his head was dizzy.
Install, continue to install.
Pei Qian's previous punch, with skillful energy, did not make Bai Shou so drunk.
She stomped gently, the long sword jumped out in an instant, Pei Qian waved her hand again, the long sword instantly swept back to the Pianran Peak thatched house, and returned to the scabbard in an arc.
The white head seemed to wake up from alcohol in an instant, and he laughed and said, "Pei Qian, why did you come to Pianran Peak without saying hello."
Pei Qian laughed and said, "I'm afraid of being beaten."
The white head complained: "What annoyance we say, whoever is with whom we are in the same generation."
Pei Qian asked, "Go back with Yufeng?"
The white head said: "Let me take it easy."
I have lost a lot of face today, and now I will be laughed at by Brother Chen. It's best to wait until he gets back there, Chen Pingan has already drunk with the surnamed Liu.
The two walked towards Pianran Peak.
Pei Qian was silent for a moment and said, "I heard about the Tiezhuguan and Lanfangguo side."
Bai Shou just hummed, and then remained silent.
Pei Qian continued: "There are some things that cannot be remedied. In fact, the only thing you can do in the future is to practice the sword well and try not to make the same mistakes. If you are willing to feel guilty, continue to feel guilty. It is not a bad thing. It is better than nothing. Don’t take it seriously when you turn your head, but don’t delay practicing swords. Whether it’s martial arts or swordsmanship, as long as your heart falls, everything will stop."
The white head still hummed, but in the eyes of the young Jianxiu, some of the former look was restored.
Pei Qian said: "It's just a golden pill. I'm ashamed to be Mr. Liu's disciple, and still have a whole generation? Who will be like you?"
In fact, at this age, the white head has already become the golden core sword repair, even in the northern Ju Luzhou where sword repair is the most common, he is considered a well-deserved genius.
Bai Shou walked sideways, and said with a smile on his hippie face: "Yo, Grandmaster Pei has a good tone."
Pei Qian just looked ahead and whispered: "I have a few pounds of punches, so I'll speak a few pounds of words. If you don't like to listen, don't listen."
Mr. Liu is one of Master’s best friends, and Bai Shou is also Mr. Liu’s pioneering disciple. Therefore, Pei Qian hopes that Bai Shou can ascend on the way of kendo. The higher the better, one day he can stand between Master and Mr. Liu. Around.
Otherwise, if he was an outsider, Pei Qian would never say a word.
Bai Shou stared at the strange Pei Qian in front of him in a daze. He turned around and nodded, "It must be so."
Pei Qian said suddenly: "You slapped eight times before, just as you owed me seven punches."
The white head wailed: "Bai Qian! When can you correct the stinky problem of bookkeeping?"
Pei Qian sneered: "Okay. Eight punches."
The white head was desperate.
Pei Qian hesitated for a moment, and still said, "Bai Shou, you can't let Mr. Liu down, because not anyone can be like you and me, so lucky to meet such a good master."
Bai Shou smiled and said: "I know, I know, well, there is one more person around me who likes to reason."
Pei Qian nodded, "Nine punches."
Bai Shou planned to return to Pian Ran Peak, so he engraved the eight-character motto on the table.
When I arrived at the Pianran Peak thatched cottage, Bai Shou couldn't stand it anymore. The brothers Liu and Chen drank shyly.
Chen Ping An, can you do it? Xu Xingjiu and Liu Zhiqing used to be here as guests, and the surname Liu would not drink so much.
Bai Shou said with sorrow, "Master, you are the incumbent master of Pianran Peak anyway, and you are not serving guests well, accompany Chen... the mountain lord drink more, I have enough drinking water pipes here, and Bai is so good."
Chen Ping'an waved his hand, "Don't drink too much, wait a moment, we are going to your Patriarch's Hall to respect the incense."
Taihui Jianzong, took the post of Sovereign Han Huaizi, took charge of Huangtong.
There are also all the sword repairs of the Zongmen who traveled far away with swords in history and did not return home.
Thirty-six of them had previously died on the battlefields of the Great Wall of Jianqi and Baopingzhou.
There are more sword repairs, even if they return to the sect alive, they are no longer able to practice Qishi, let alone sword repair.
Moreover, the sword repairs of Taihui Jianzong Jianxiu have never been ambiguous, they are all within the sect, the highest realm, the most powerful one!
Therefore, Taihui Jianzong was greatly injured.
The first sword sect in Beiju Luzhou, now there is only one sword repairman in the Yupu realm.
Liu Jinglong, white head.
Chen Pingan, Ning Yao.
Today there are only four sword repairmen who walked into the Patriarch Hall of Taihui Sword Sect.
Unlike other sects and Xianjia hills, in this lobby, not only hanging statues of the ancestors of the past, but also all the sword repairs who died on the battlefield have hanging statues.
Liu Jinglong, Chen Ping'an and Ning Yao respectively handed three sticks of incense, and smiled: "I believe that my Master and Huang Shishu, and all the sword repairmen with hanging statues, will be very happy to meet both of them."
A last hidden official of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and a sword repairman of the ascending realm of the Great Wall of Sword Qi.
Chen Pingan held the incense in both hands and said in a deep voice, "Luoposhan, Chen Pingan. I would like to pay tribute to the sages."
Ning Yao stood by with a solemn expression: "The Great Wall of Sword Qi, Ning Yao. Respect everyone."
There is no complicated etiquette, two foreigners entered this Patriarch Hall, just to respect the three incense, just a word.
Chen Ping’an walked to the entrance of the Patriarch Hall, crossed the threshold, looked back, and after retracting his gaze, he closed his sleeves with his arms around the railing of the square outside, leaning against the railing,
Why didn’t he participate in the Confucian Temple discussion?

Liu Jinglong shook his head and said indifferently: "You can't die anymore. I don't dare, but I really can't. I'm afraid I will go to the Confucian Temple.
Chen Ping'an was silent for a moment, and asked, "I heard that some people have the courage to speak out, and think that Taihui Sword Sect is empty?"
Liu Jinglong smiled bitterly and said, "Human emotions."
Chen Pingan said, "You can bear it, but I can't."
Liu Jinglong raised his head slightly, looked into the distance, and said softly: "It's just that the contemporary lord of the Taihui Sword Sect can tolerate it. In fact, the sword repairer Liu Jinglong can't tolerate it."
Chen Pingan turned to Ning Yao.
Ning Yao nodded and said, "We are waiting here."
Between Chen Ping An and Ning Yao, it was often the case at critical moments, and there was never a word of extra.
Chen Pingan stretched out his sleeves and grabbed Liu Jinglong, "Go! Ask the sword!"
Lao Tzu covered his face, who the knew who? So what if I don't admit it.
The atmosphere in Beiju Luzhou is so good. If you don't have this awareness, you will still be mixed up with the rivers and lakes and go down the mountain.
Chen Ping’an has a lot of anti-frontal skins. It is a must-have item for walking around the world. There are young, middle-aged and elderly people, even women, and more than one.
I heard that the sect with few sword repairs has been to the Great Wall of Sword Qi once in history, and has never been there again for hundreds of years, because an old ancestor in the sect passed on sword repair, just passed the Daoxuan Mountain , I had a fight with the local sword repairman, and broke up. Since the city has not gone, let alone killing monsters.
Especially in the last hundred years, all the long-distance sword repairers and Qi-trainers in Luzhou, North Ju, are all dead. This sect seems to have a higher status on the mountain in the hometown.
There is an old ancestor of the fairyland who has been in retreat, the contemporary lord of the Yupu realm, and the guest of the nine realms of martial arts.
However, compared to Zhengyang Mountain where the leaders and sword repairmen of a continent are gathered, it seems that it is still a bit worse.
It happens to be used to practice hands first.
Liu Jinglong began to discuss details with Chen Pingan.
In the end, the two men Yu Jianhua Hong Yuanyou.
Bai Shou was an eye-opener today, and the surnamed Liu Zhen was abducted by Chen Pingan, and asked the sword together?
For no reason, he remembered the sword sacrifice of Master and Chen Ping'an on the summit of Fuyu Country.
It seems that some people will naturally become friends as long as they meet?
Bai Shou suddenly glanced at Pei Qian not far away. Why is your surname Liu like this, but my uncle Bai is like this? !
The white-haired boy said in amazement: "The friends of the ancestors of the hidden officials are not simple."
The Liu Zhiqing of the Golden Crow Palace is in the Jade Realm, and there is little suspense. As for whether he can be an immortal in the future, depending on good luck, there is some hope.
And this young master of the Taihui Sword Sect, seems to be only a hundred years old, right? It was already an extremely stable bottleneck in the Jade Pu Realm.
Within a hundred years, the immortals will start, and within a thousand years, they will rise.
very slow? That is the sword repair of the fairyland and the ascension realm.
As for the young Taoist priest on the mountain, the white-haired boy was too lazy to say anything. What Zhang Shanfeng lacks now is a strong enough physique, a place that can carry that Dao Fist.
Ning Yao added: "There are many friends who are not simple, but in fact, there are more simple friends, Chen Ping An."
The white-haired boy has no objection.
Ning Yao looked at the disappearance of the blue shirt in the distance, and said: "If Sect Master Liu can enter the Ascendant Realm, he will be both offensive and defensive."
Both offensive and defensive. Especially there is a "very" character.
This sentence was spoken by Ning Yao and even a Jian Xiu who had already ascended to the realm.
In her opinion, Liu Jinglong's current Jade Purity Realm does not lose the strongest sword cultivators in the Great Wall's history.
Today's Feisheng City, some people have begun to review the old calendar, one of which is about the selection of the "Ten Great Sword Immortals in Jade Pu Realm".
For example, there is Wu Chengpei among them, but the selection of this sword repairman is not the ability to catch and fight, mainly due to Wu Chengpei's most suitable for warfare flying sword, so the ranking is extremely low.
In addition, the hermit Chen Pingan was naturally selected without any suspense. Feishengcheng’s wine table made a lot of noise about this, not arguing about whether Chen Ping’an could be included in the list, but for ranking high and low. The hidden officials, criminal officials, and Quan Mansion’s three-line sword repairs held their own opinions.
The white-haired boy asked curiously: "Why the hidden official ancestor must take Liu Jinglong to travel through China?
Ning Yao hadn't really thought about this problem before. At this moment, she thought about it, and smiled: "Maybe it's with Sect Master Liu, so he can be too lazy to think about things?"
Chen Pingan's long trips did not go easily.
Either he is worried about the impermanence of the world, or he needs to be careful to protect others.
But if there is Liu Jinglong by his side, Chen Ping'an will feel at ease, so he can just use his sword and punch?
Ning Yao planned to wait for Chen Ping An to come back and discuss with him whether it was feasible.
She wants to take the initiative to serve as the honorable guest of the Taihui Sword Sect, but this involves the Haoran's mountain rules and taboos, and he will leave the question to him, and he will decide.
Oh, someone claims to be the head of the family.
Ning Yao remembered something, turned his head and smiled with Pei Qian: "Although Guo Zhujiu didn't say anything, she can see that she missed you, the big sister. The little bamboo box you lent her, she often wipe."
On Pei Qian's side, she spread out her arms as her master, hanging a black girl while hanging a white-haired boy, two short winter melons are competing in the water, legs hanging in the air.
When Pei Qian heard the name Guo Zhujiu, he looked a little weird and didn't know what to say for a while.
When he grows up, Pei Qian will often think of Guo Zhujiu, the nominal little junior sister, during his travels, but every time he thinks about it, in addition to distress, he also has a headache.
When Pei Qian was a child, he followed the big white goose to the Great Wall of Jianqi to find his master. As a result, a girl who claimed to be a little junior fell from the sky. When the master asked people about fist, when he beat gongs and drums on the wall and talked to himself, She would often bend her knees and legs on purpose to be level with Pei Qian’s head, otherwise she would just say something empathetic, Sister, why don’t we go to the steps to talk, I always cocked my to talk to you, squatting like a pit, not a lady Ugh……
At that time, Pei Qian couldn't quarrel with Guo Zhujiu, nor could he keep up with Guo Zhujiu's wild ideas and rationale.
With the exception of Pei Qian on the Master’s side, as with anyone, she was not a happy child, nor a master who would suffer until she met Guo Zhujiu.
Even now, Pei Qian still feels that he is really wrong.
But Pei Qian was very happy, and Guo Zhujiu never went away in the war that year.
The strangeness of Bai Xian Pei Qian made me wonder how sacred this Guo Zhu wine was.
The white-haired boy released his hand, landed and stood still, looking at the white head, with his hands folded, he paced slowly, and said with a smile: "Your name is white head?"
Bai Shou touched his head and nodded with a smile, just like saying that girl, your name is Bai Shou.
The white-haired boy was old-fashioned, and nodded: "A good name has a meaning. When the white head returns to plant Wansong, it will be harvested in a light rain."
White head surprised
Said: "The little girl's family, don't you ask whether you are young or not in college."
The white-haired boy pouted his lips, and then borrowed a blank account book from Xiaomi Li.
Pei Qian carried a bamboo box and a trekking pole in his arms. Standing on the railing, he raised his eyes and looked at the white clouds in the blue sky.
I remember when Grandpa Cui taught boxing in the last session of the bamboo building, he once said that your master, who has poor martial arts qualifications, dared to slack off in martial arts, and was distracted to practice Shilaozi's swordsmanship. Relying on Chen Ping’an to carry forward, most of them are not up to the task, they are very hung up, so you who are his apprentice, don’t be idle, you can’t be lazy, martial arts fist and academic research are very simple, but just say "three days All diligent", yesterday, today and tomorrow! So after you Pei Qian leaves the bamboo building, you have to take a small breath, and in the future you have to teach Haoran Takeshi, know what it means...the world fists out of Luopo Mountain!
Meeting Master, her life is like a cold winter, some people carry spring from the sky.
Ning Yao walked to Pei Qian's side, isolated a small world with his sword aura, and asked softly: "Since I have become a sword repairman, this is a good thing, why not tell your master?"
Pei Qian Yanyan said with a guilty conscience: "Master always said that greed is too much to chew, and I don't think I have any talent for practicing swords."
Therefore, in recent years, Pei Qian has not been practicing swordsmanship, always abiding by the agreement he made with Grandpa Cui. He has been diligent for three days and can't be distracted when practicing boxing. After all, that madness sword technique was just a joke when I was young, so I couldn't take it seriously.
Ning Yao smiled and said, "Then I won't tell your master about this for now."
Pei Qian nodded vigorously.
Ning Yao asked, "Have you named your natal flying sword?"
Pei Qian flushed and shook his head, but with a thought, he sacrificed a flying sword, hovering between her and Ning Yao, about three inches long, with a sharp edge.
In fact, there are names, but Pei Qian didn't have the embarrassment to tell her Madam.
Under the guidance of Pei Qian's mind, the previous natal flying sword was instantly divided into seven swords, but they were more slender and different in color.
Ning Yao looked at it intently, nodded in approval and said: "It is absolutely possible to rank first in the summer palace."
Ning Yao reminded: "In the future, when you confront others, don't sacrifice this flying sword lightly."
Pei Qian nodded and agreed.
Then Pei Qian hesitated.
Ning Yao doubted: "Say what you have."
Pei Qianzhuang courageously asked, "Madam, when is the banquet?"
Ning Yao blinked, "You said Liu Xianyang and Yu Qianyue, don't know the specific time, you ask your master to go."
Pei Qian smiled and said, "Okay, I ask Master to go!"
After a discussion in the Confucian Temple was over, the monks dispersed.
There was an outsider on the transcontinental ferry of Liu's family in Aiaizhou. The old king of Luzhou in Beiju went to Yan, and had a fight with Wu Tan, the martial sage of Tongyezhou, which was a tie.
Wang Fuxuan felt that he had no face to return to Beiju Luzhou. Wang Fuxuan went to Aiaizhou with the pair of masters and disciples from Leigong Temple. Anyway, Liu Caishen’s transcontinental ferry made it easy to eat and drink without spending money.
Damn, we are from the rivers and lakes of Luzhou, North Ju, go out on money? Just rely on friends!
Besides, on the side of this weak girl Axiang, Wang Fu was sure of winning.
Nothing else, only Liu Suiyu's face and figure are also pleasing to the eye.
If you were a few hundred years younger, your appearance would be worse than Pei Axiang, it would only be better and more masculine, I guess that little girl Liu Suiyu would not be able to take her eyes off.
After Wang Fuxuan boarded the ship, he didn't have a good face, and he was really aggrieved. He asked Wu Pan for a fist, but there were not many significant spectators.
Compared to the "Cao and Chen fight" from the Gongde Lin to the Confucian Temple Square and then to the sky.
It's incomparable.
As soon as the Confucian Temple discussion was over, many monks had already left. The two sides played late, and the selection of locations was not as frantic as the two young men.
Furthermore, Wang Fuxuan and Wu Tan, the two end-of-life martial artists, are a bit older than Cao Ci and Chen Ping An, who are now in their early 40s.
The three people in the house were all pure martial arts, and Wang Fu was furious. "Even if I killed Wu Tan, Chen Ping'an didn't just slap Cao Ci on the cheek. He became even more famous. I was so angry! Gong Delin, had a fist with that kid."
When Liu Suiyu was drinking, he raised Erlang's legs and tiptoes the half-taken embroidered shoes. He smiled and said, "Is the younger man blind, or the older man's brain confused. Isn't it that Wu Tan nearly killed you? "
Wang Fu slapped the handle of the chair, blowing his beard and staring at him, "I'm really desperate. Both are dead."
The old man's words didn't brag.
Pei Axiang had poured himself a bowl of wine before, but didn't drink, just wiped the green bamboo flute with a piece of white silk.
The bamboo flute is made of green bamboo. In his early years, he was still a martial artist of nine realms, and was fortunate to attend the Qingshenshan banquet with friends. As a result, all of them were miserable by Aliang Keng. After a misunderstanding, the temple in Zhuhai Dongtian gave a piece of precious fine bamboo to the old woman. Later, Aliang was very worried and said that Axiang, you are so miserable. He was insulted if he was seen through, and I couldn't bear it.
Pei Axiang couldn't understand the meaning, only that it was A Liang who was drinking the ecstasy soup again, and didn't care about it.
After returning to the Leigong Temple in Mahu Mansion, he figured out what it meant, and was dumbfounded.
There is a yellowed pearl in the bamboo flute ear, which is just an ordinary pearl. It turns yellow over time and is worthless.
A handsome-looking martial artist who has been able to beat a Continent of martial arts for many years, would he not have his own quack story?
The white robe jade belt is not the green flute, and the Leigong Temple Pei Axiang. If you are willing to go out and walk the rivers and lakes, you will be easily recognized by the monks on the mountain.
Pei Axiang glanced at the handle of the chair on Wang Fuyun's side, cracked like a net, "The ferry is Liu's, you remember to lose money."
Wang Fuxin said: "It's okay to lose money, you lend me some money first."
Looking at this old man's posture, it seems that borrowing money from someone is for the right person.
Wang Fu complained: "On the side of the Confucian Temple, things are not easy to do. The two juniors asked about fist so much, and they didn't say hello to us. At any rate, we are the great masters of martial arts, otherwise the old man can give the two juniors some pointers. , Pick out a few flaws in the boxing technique."
Liu Suiyu stood up suddenly, clasped his fists and said, "Master, I won't go back to Aiaizhou."
The look in the eyes of the old man from Luzhou in Beiju really made her feel crooked.
Pei Axiang nodded and smiled: "Actually, I've been waiting for you to say this. Go ahead, try to go early and return early, and make a good end. If you have a chance, meet on the battlefield over there."
Wang Fuyan, Pei Axiang, and Wu Tan, among them, the great masters of martial arts are far behind Pei Cup and Zhang Tiaoxia. Therefore, they need to cooperate with the dynasties of each continent to rush to the wild. Scheduling.
Liu Suiyu got up and left, jumped off the ferry, Yufeng went south, as fast as thunder.
Just now, Wang Fuyun glanced at the woman's back from the corner of his eyes, and when he was sure that Liu Suiyu had left the ferry, Wang Fuyun drank a bowl of wine, quenched his thirst with the wine, changed his sitting position, and touched the crotch. Both hips and petals dangled so much that I panicked."
Pei Axiang said helplessly: "You are a senior at any rate, don't be so old and rude."
Wang Fu sneered and said, "I just looked, did you touch it?"
Pei Axiang didn't bother to struggle with this kind of problem, and asked sternly: "Why did you get into trouble back then?"
Wang Fuxuan looked calm, "Why? Naturally, he couldn't get a punch, so he had to drive himself crazy."
Pei Axiang sighed.
Wang Fuyan lowered his voice and asked, "Axiang, do you think I and Liu Suiyu are not a good match, are there any dramas? You have to seize the opportunity to raise the good deeds of my generation for nothing."
Pei Axiang waved his hand helplessly, "What's the mess, I advise you not to think about it."
Wang Fu rubbed his chin in shock, "Is it true?"
Pei Axiang looked strange, and said helplessly: "My disciple, I only like women."
Wang Fu was still not giving up, "Only?"
Pei Axiang nodded.
Without giving up, Wang Fu asked tentatively: "Can't she treat me as a wife?"
Pei Axiang endured this old man for a long time. He couldn't bear it. He cursed, "Smelly shameless old thing, disgusting, not disgusting. You don't look in the mirror by yourself?"
Girl Axiang is so unkind even if she scolds others.
Wang Fu laughed loudly, "I am teasing you, it makes you anxious,"
Wang Fuxuan suddenly reduced his smile, and Chao Pei Axiang raised his brows, "You said it's a coincidence, she likes women. I..."
Pei Axiang got goose bumps,
Wang Fuzhen rolled his eyes and shook his head. This thin-skinned Axiang girl, with her back leaning back on her chair, took a sip of wine and exclaimed, "I saw Cao Ci, Chen Pingan. These young people are really unreasonable, and there is no Wang Fa. They are younger than Li Er and Song Changjing. Think about my own time for hundreds of years, except for those who have been in prison. I didn’t slack off for a moment in my boxing and kicking skills. I really feel that practicing boxing is meaningless."
Pei Axiang was still angry, and what was unpleasant, "Then don't practice."
Wang Fuxin threw the hip flask out of the ferry, and smiled: "Young people practice martial arts for an invincible hand. Old people practice martial arts, and the spirit is no longer, because if you don't practice, you will die. But now you can only wait. Die, it's not so happy!"
The room was silent, and thereafter only the sound of drinking.
Wang Fu bluntly asked, "I can't touch it? Liu Suiyu is your disciple, not your wife. Why do you stop it as a matter of wishful thinking."
Pei Axiang slapped the handle of the chair, "Get your eggs out!"
Wang Fu was aggrieved: "Am I really gone?
"You don't want to stay? Then I really won't leave."
"I have to change my position to drink."
Wang Fu just got up.
Pei Axiang had already smashed the chair where Liu Suiyu had been seated.
Wang Fushu sat back in his seat and shook his hip flask. "There is another pity in life."
Pei Axiang suddenly turned his head, looked serious, and looked at the grumpy and disrespectful old man.
Wang Fu nodded in shock, arms crossed his chest, and turned his head to look at the sea of ​​clouds outside the house, "I will give the last punch in my life."
Beiju Luzhou should not only have sword repairing and handing swords.
At least the fist of my Wang Fuluo fell on the mountains and rivers over there, and it was not lonely to be accompanied by the swordsmanship of Han Huaizi in the past.
Outside the ferry house, white clouds passed by.
Baiyun's life is over.
On the same ferry, it may be Haoran's richest family in the world, and they are working on an account.
Because Chen Ping'an took the initiative to ask to serve as the secret guest of the Liu family of Ai Aizhou.
The salaries and salaries of Keqing are given to the Liu family as a rule once every ten years. Because of the different ranks, the immortal money is very different.
Yupu realm sword repair. Ending Takeo. Hermit. One of the ten young people in the world.
The closed disciple of Wensheng's line, the left and right juniors, Liu Shilu's junior, and Pei Qian's master.
The lord of Luopo Mountain won three consecutive games with Yunyao, Jiang Longxiang, and Ma Zhuxian. Cao Ci's nose and face were swollen...
This is Liu Youzhou's settlement.
The woman is very pleased, and the son's abacus is very shrewd.
Since the daughter-in-law and son felt that this should be done, Liu Jubao had no objection. The God of Wealth had a soft voice and smiled and asked, "How much did it cost to pack the fast in Parrot Island this time?"
The woman looked confused, "Huh?"
She remembers what this does. Isn't it embarrassing to you?
Liu Jubao raised his thumb and pressed his forehead, "It doesn't matter how much you spend, but rough bookkeeping is still necessary."
Suddenly, in the woman's delicate and hydrated eyes, there was immediately grievances, sorry, grievances, complaints, sadness, regrets, you were wrong...
Like that landscape painting, the layers of colors are added together at the end, as if it is a silent sentence: You shouldn't marry you, please say a few nice things.
Liu Jubao couldn't bear such scenery the most in his life.
After watching for a while, Liu Jubao smiled and said, "Okay, let's talk about it next time."
The woman nodded, turned her head, and chatted with her son, how she looked like before.
Liu Jubao doesn't matter.
As if a piece of colorful clouds gathered in the eyes.
This is not beautiful, what is it?
The reason why he asked this was because he wanted to see this scene.
Liu Youzhou has long been accustomed to this, and his parents are always like this, very tired and crooked.
Even in the mountains, the appearance of Liu Youzhou is a typical late arrival. So it's really a favorite.
When Liu Youzhou was a teenager, he had an open and honest man conversation with his father.
It's really in the family that there are too many things like that. Every family has the embarrassment of no money and no money, and rich and rich noises.
Therefore, in Liu's ancestral hall, there are often women crying and crying for life, and there will be a man kneeling over there without saying a word or not paying attention.
"Father, are you outside?"
"Ok?"
"Is there any Jinwu Zangjiao?"
"Nothing."
"Is it used to be, now there is none, and there is no guarantee that there will be no later?"
"nothing."
"What's next, can you say it right now?"
"Of course. When your mother just married me, I told her, making money, don’t worry, we will be rich. Your mother just smiled at the time, maybe she didn’t take it seriously. Right."
"When my mother married you, our old Liu family was already rich, right?"
"There is money in the family, but I don't have it. I'm from a concubine, forgot?"
The woman got up and left, and let the father and son continue to chat. She was on her own ferry, and some friends on the mountain who could not even afford an intercontinental ferry, went to them and chatted. As for some words, she took it seriously. Don't know the falsehood hidden in it? Of course, she just likes to listen. And she especially likes two of them. They hide and tuck in the side of her man, and change their heads and poses. Isn't it a bunch of vulgar fans? Can you see, can't eat, or are you angry? She still has this confidence in her own man.
It didn't take long until the woman left.
A transcontinental ferry that could not even be slashed by the Ascension Realm Swordsman was broken, so that no one survived except Liu Jubao. Even Wang Fuxuan and Pei Axiang's two boundless martial artists died on the spot.
Just like a great monk in the ascension realm, he first took full advantage of the time and place, and then he chose to die with Liu Jubao in a close proximity.
It's a pity that Liu Jubao, in a slender robe, still sat on the chair unscathed, with a calm expression. He just took a golden lotus from his sleeve and picked off one of the petals.
After a while, the ferry was restored. It's not just as simple as turning time back.
After several times, the ferry slammed again and again, and Liu Jubao took off the lotus again and again. For the last time, the woman got up again. Liu Jubao's eyes were gentle and he helped her straighten her sideburns and said to go together.
On this trip, Liu Jubao solved the fairyland monk who was worshipped by his own family, and the hands and feet of this person on the ferry. This person has been in charge of this intercontinental ferry for many years, and he is still a famous battle master. As for why he did so. , So much so that he didn't even want his life, Liu Jubao just couldn't ask why.
After Liu Jubao returned to the house, Liu Youzhou remained unaware.
Liu Jubao didn't intend to mention this to Liu Youzhou either. A man protecting his wife and children was justified and not worth talking about.
After Liu Jubao took his seat again, he just drank silently, intending to talk to Liu Youzhou, his son.
Drinking to moisturize his throat, Liu Jubao was about to speak, and Liu Youzhou immediately said: "Father, don't give money to magic weapons anymore. It's actually quite stupid to carry so many things on your body."
Liu Jubao said helplessly: "Father is just telling you something."
Liu Youzhou smiled and said, "That's it."
"Youzhou, you can be generous in dealing with people and friends, because you are Liu Jubao's son, and you are destined to not be short of money in your life. But remember one thing, but you can't spend money and be a fool."
"When you go out, it's convenient to be with others. Everywhere is convenient with others. It is convenient with yourself. You can't be stingy when you are in emergency."
"But at home, there must be rules, and you have to talk about being close and close. The bigger a family, the more stable the rules. Of course, stability is not blindly strict. But there is no strictness, and there is no security. So in our Liu family, The one who can beat people most is not the Patriarch, nor the old men sitting in the front two rows in the ancestral hall, but the masters and gentlemen who were invited to the school by his father heavily. When he was a child, when he kept the rules, he didn’t eat. A few beats. When you get up and go out, you will have to endure hardship. The key is that you will feel right after suffering."
"So even if at some point, the gentlemen are playing irrationally or playing hard, Dad doesn’t care. Who dares to persuade them to stop, which woman feels distressed and complains constantly, Dad will let their men first Putting aside the master and the child, and then in front of me, I slapped the girl severely and slapped it. If the hit was light, then hit it again. Teacher, no matter how hard the shot was, how many days would the child hurt if he fell with a slap? There is an even bigger reason to say that the children of the Liu family will also be beaten, and they will be beaten at home. In fact, there is a bigger truth, which means that I made the first money for the children of the Liu family early."
"And this invisible money is one of the foundations of all Liu's children in the future. How many parents don't care for their children? But the world outside the door does not feel distressed."
Liu Youzhou listened carefully, but it was inevitable that he was puzzled. After enduring it for a long time, he couldn't help but said: "I have understood these truths a long time ago, let alone you know that I know."
Liu Jubao was a little bit frustrated. His father was outside of money, and he was not a reasonable person. These words could only be said after a long period of time. He was a little bit frustrated and pretended not to know.
Liu Jubao had to offer an assassin, and smiled and asked: "Father ask you, why we Liu family spend so much money secretly and give it to the vassals of the major dynasties under the mountain to set up schools and let the teachers of Aiaizhou, Everyone is not short of money, and life is not embarrassing?"
In the past 100 years or so, the countries under the Aieizhou Mountain have been very diligent in setting up schools. However, it is hidden in many measures similar to the establishment of righteous villages in various places, and it is not obvious.
Because that embroidered tiger once approached Liu Jubao before he became a teacher of the country, and said that if most teachers in a country are only poor, or smarter than a marketer, then this country is There is no hope. The strong will lead to the weak, and the weak will always be weak.
Is it difficult for you Ai Aizhou to recapture the "North" from Juluzhou? Difficult to climb to the sky. Ai Aizhou will be no better than the place where the sword is repaired like a cloud in a thousand years.
Is it really that hard? In fact, it's not difficult. You can win back at most three to five hundred years with only one desk.
If there is such a day, the scholars under the mountain, all scholars are vigorous and vigorous, then there will be hope everywhere on the mountains of Aieizhou.
Liu Jubao, you are rich and rich. Why not?
Embroidered tiger Cui Yang's words are like teaching Liu's God of Wealth how to make money by spending money.
Liu Youzhou listened to his father’s question and said,
Isn’t it just for
Relying on bit by bit of changing customs and changing customs, helped Ai Aizhou grab the northern character from Juluzhou? "
Liu Jubao couldn't speak for a long time, so he nodded, pretending to be profound, and said: "Yes, it's right, I still think more shallowly, I need to think more about this in the future."
Liu Youzhou casually said: "It's necessary, I don't need to practice how to practice, and I don't have to think about how to make money. I'm just thinking about everything every day."
Liu Jubao is very pleased, a good son, with high ambitions.
As for this God of Wealth, Ai Aizhou, who rarely fights with others, the opportunity for the future 14 realms of harmony is in the material.
It was the snowflake money that day.
A Liuxia boat, with clouds everywhere as a ferry, appeared in the clouds again and again, as if the immortal had used the magical powers of Shudi Mountain and River again and again, and did not consume a little spiritual energy.
Therefore, even though Liu Xiazhou had a high cost of construction, the Confucian Temple still included this ferry on the list, and during the discussion, the monks had no objection to this.
The owner of the ferry is a hillside man who did not participate in the discussion, one of the ancestors of the top sect of Middle-Earth, the Great Sword Immortal Liuzhou.
There are no tables, chairs or beds in the house, and there is an embroidered tiger copybook hanging on the wall. It is not a copy, but an original handwriting by Cui Yang.
On the flower table in the corner, there is a fairy family bonsai, equipped with a pocket mountain river, a white cloud hanging in the air, lightning and thunder, golden light flickering, rumbling, faintly visible a few gold and white color filaments chaotic in the cloud Soon, there was a torrential rain, a veritable dragon and rain.
Monk Liuzhou, wearing a purple robe, sits on an emerald futon with a black hosta on his head.
This big sword immortal with an eccentric temperament is recognized as a crown jade. More than a hundred years ago, this genius of swordsmanship who was expected to rise to the ascendant realm, put his swordsmanship to good use without practicing, and Liu Zhou turned to chess. It was an extremely sensational event in Haoran. In the past few years, Zhongtu Shenzhou's Landscape Mansion reported a lot of discussions. If it weren't for the reputation of Xianxian Mountain and Liu Jianxian, it is estimated that Liuzhou would be frustrated and crazy.
Sitting opposite him at this moment is a young woman Jian Xiu, with a hand-written inkstone hanging from her waist, which was given by Liuzhou in his early years. The sword fairy also personally engraved a poem about swords, which is considered to be for an anonymous disciple. A kind of expectation.
The woman is the wish of Jianzong Meishan, and she is also an anonymous disciple of Liuzhou. Every ten years, she is eligible to go to Xianshan and ask Liuzhou for kendo.
The Golden Core Swordsman who was less than a hundred years old actually had very good kendo aptitude, and she also possessed three extremely rare flying swords. The time spent on refining swords far exceeded that of ordinary swordsmanship, delaying the advancement of her realm.
Xu Xinwang and Liuzhou talked about the experience of this trip one by one.
Liu Zhou asked a few occasionally, it was just a few wishes that he didn't care about the personnel more seriously.
For some reason, even if Liu Zhou was not interested in the young hermit who was born out of the sky, he was more interested in asking little Baidi Fu Su about her.
Xu Xinyi caught a glimpse of the copybook and couldn't help but ask a question that had been curious for decades, "Master Liu, did you really lose to Xiuhu with the flying sword Jinsui in your early years?"
Even if Cui Yang is dead, he is still willing to call him Xiuhu when he makes a wish when he mentions him now, but he dare not call him by name.
Liu Zhou smiled and nodded, "It's just that I lost to Cui Yang in chess, and I didn't compete with him in swordsmanship. There is nothing to be embarrassed about."
The reason why he was so concerned about Fu Su was because Liuzhou once had a close friend of the teacher, who was also a teacher and a friend.
In his previous life, this person was the same as Gu Qingsong. He was once a mountain monk who liked and quarreled very much. He was more courageous. Even if he was as outspoken as Zheng Zhongzhong from the Baidi City, he was even more open to the outside world. He claimed that any Shanshui Dibao in Zhongtu could talk about the matter casually, and he scolded Zheng Juzhong.
A man in the magic way still has that face, his name is in the middle, and his word is immortal?
From his point of view, Zheng Juzhong only left a surname.
Baidi City didn’t pay any attention to this. Finally, he made a special trip to the Dragon Gate of the Yellow River Xiaodongtian. Because the city among the colorful clouds could not be visited, he went to the Yellow River Xiaodongtian, at the top of the waterfall, with Baidi Cheng Yaoyao confronted him and said he wanted to have a question with Zheng Juzhong. Of course, Zheng Juzhong didn't show up. He talked to himself, killed one thing, and only talked about one truth. You Zheng Juzhong is a man in the magic way.
Ascension? You are the devil. Created Baidi City, a demon sect, can it stand tall in the Divine Continent of the Middle Earth? Not the devil?
In the matter of chess and Dao, Feng Rao the world first? Many times for Yamazawa Yexiu, fought against the mountain monks? Are you Zheng Juzhong still a demon monk?
This person is Fu Su in this life.
Because the final fate was that the bottleneck of the avenue could not be broken through, and it could not be ascended to the ascendant realm. When the soldiers were dismantled, the souls were all gathered and put into a pair of immortal remains.
The ban on the sect of the Banxian Mountain, the formation of the secret realm of the peak, and the fight of his friend Liuzhou's sword can not change this ending.
Zheng Juzhong is in the mountain of exile, as if he were in a land of no one. In the end, Zheng Juzhong moved a chair and took a seat, holding a mess of the monk's soul in his palms, and smiling: "I am reasonable with you, not the reason why you are unreasonable."
A natal flying sword, Jin Sui, was stripped of Liuzhou's soul at will by that person. At that time, his face was bloodstained, his back was against the wall, and he could maintain a line of clarity, so that he would not faint, and said angrily: "Where did the Lord Zheng I'm just arguing with him, it's not being taught!"
"The truth is not in words. A monk on the mountain can do anything with only ears and no eyes. It doesn't matter, he was reborn in this life without eyes. I will give him a pair in the next life."
Zheng Juzhong put the soul of a sword fairy in his sleeve, stood up and smiled with Liu Zhou: "I am the devil."
In the end, Zheng Juzhong reminded Liu Zhou not to talk too much about this, otherwise he must be careful that he will be dumb in his next life.
Therefore, the former Great Sword Immortal of the Banxian Mountain became Fu Su of Baidi City.
Xiaobaidi Fu Su.
Quietly silent.
In the night, a ferry drove in the sea of ​​clouds, and a bright moon in the sky seemed to guard the road.
Chai Bofu, as the genealogical monk of the Eight Classics of Zhenger of Baidi City, is not passed down by the ancestors of the ancestor, nor is it passed down by Han Qiaose and others. Don’t look at him being pitted by Liu Chicheng time and time again. There was still a lot of ostentation everywhere in Baidi City. Every time he showed up, it was not Liu Chicheng or Gu Can beside him, so almost no one dared to provoke this new face with erratic realm.
But Chai Bofu has been fortunate to see Zheng Juzhong many times in the past 20 years, but he has never communicated with any words. Chai Bofu thinks this is reasonable. He only thinks about the day he enters the Yupu realm, maybe he will be able to communicate with this city lord. Let’s talk, it’s not too late to fall.
Never imagined that on the way to leave the Confucian Temple this time, I had a conversation with the city lord.
On the ferry, Gu Can just found Chai Bofu and said that the master asked him to sit in the house.
Chai Bofu had to suspend his practice and withdraw his mind from his childhood. Hearing this, Chai Bofu was not at all overjoyed, on the contrary, it seemed that he had heard bad news and suffered a bolt from the blue.
I didn't do anything to deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors. Where does the city lord need to clean the door himself?
Following Gu Can, walking in the corridor, Chai Bofu thought nothing, it was useless anyway, and came to the door of Zheng Juzhong. Gu Can knocked on the door lightly and pushed the door, leaving the road sideways, Chai Bo Fu raised his foot alone and crossed the threshold, as if Yuxia broke into Longtan.
Gu Can gently closed the door and returned to his room to continue to refine the Qi and practice a secret ghost cultivation technique in Baidi City.
Zheng Juzhong put down the books in his hand, raised his head, and stretched out a palm toward the ups and downs of his life, and smiled: "Sit."
Chai Bo Talisman, who was not alive, obeyed his orders and took his seat subconsciously. He just waited until his buttocks touched the chair, then immediately raised it again and then slowly fell.
It seems that facing this "learned heaven and human, great wisdom like a demon, acting out of the ordinary, demeanor like a god", what he does is wrong, and what he doesn't do is also a mistake.
Chai Bofu was sweating like rain, just sitting on a chair, he became a rookie.
So much so that the guy named Long Bo didn't even notice that there was a pretty girl sitting in the house.
Zheng Juzhong said: "Chai Bofu, don't feel at a loss what to do at this moment. It's a gaffe to advance and retreat. Without a sense of awe, he will die quickly."
Chai Bo Fu looked dumb, just nodded.
Zheng Juzhong smiled and asked, "Is it hard to practice in Baidi City these years?"
In such a moment, Chai Bofu almost burst into tears because of his grievances. Could it be painful? As if a bitter gall was broken time and time again, it was so miserable that it had to be dumbfounded.
It's just that knowing that it's useless to scream and complain, this old Yuan Ying, who was once a master in the world, can only hold back his teeth.
However, Chai Bofu just nodded at the moment, still not daring to say a word.
To be honest, sitting here, Chai Bofu felt that even if he said something, he was offending Mr. Zheng.
Zheng Juzhong said: "Han Qiaose, Liu Daochun, Fu Su, and the others, may all think that Gu Can is a natural descendant of the city of Baidi. As for you, you are not very much looked down upon."
Chai Bofu could only nod his head. There is nothing to be embarrassed about this kind of thing. Compared to the little demon Gu Can, he is really incomparable. That little has too many eyes, the key is to learn things too fast.
Zheng Juzhong poured a cup of tea, pushed it gently on the table, and slid to the edge of the table in front of Chai Bofu, smiling: "Drink when you think about people, and drink tea when you think about things."
Chai Bofu was flattered and immediately leaned forward, picked up the tea cup with both hands, trembling, bowed his head and took a sip.
Zheng Juzhong said: "The Buddhists say that this world is a whirling world. A person is not afraid of suffering, and he is afraid of not knowing why he suffers. Just like the market in the mountains, you can't earn money. You can't just complain about the world's coldness. Others look down on people. At a loss, pain and happiness are no better than Jiazi. Those of my generation who practiced Taoism in the mountains have no such heart, and it is difficult to prove the Tao, and they cannot live forever."
"Of course, when the manpower is exhausted, you will find that there are some money that you really can't earn, and some things that you really can't do. But only at this moment, you have the right to say one thing, it is destined, the number of days. I am so. Speak, understand?"
Whispered.
The number one monk in the world with the word "Huaixian" is like a schoolmaster with a very good temper, preaching to a student who is worthy of teaching.
Chai Bofu nodded, shook his head again, and finally spoke the first sentence, saying sincerely: "The juniors don't know what they understand, is it what the city lord wants me to understand."
The truth can’t be simpler. How could it be simple for people like Zheng Juzhong to talk, do things, and practice? No matter how the words return to the basics, Chai Bofu always firmly believes that the city lord will never say something that he understands.
In the years of practice in Baidi City, Chai Bofu really understood a truth.
It’s easy for people with good luck to learn-people with good luck seem to be right. It's hard for a dumb person to learn from a smart person.
Zheng Juzhong pointed towards the center of the eyebrows of the Chai Bo Fu, with from a distance, and the Chai Bo Fu seemed to be fascinated, and instantly returned to the Yuan Ying state.
In Han Qiaose’s eyes on the side of the house, what she saw was Gu Can knocking on the door, standing outside the door, giving way to the road, and then the brother asked Gu Can to enter the house with Chai Bofu, and then asked about Chai Bofu for some practice. The crux of the pass on the upper hand is answered one by one. So Han Qiaose was a little surprised. I don't know why the brother is willing to talk nonsense with this waste. No, Chai Bofu is indeed a real waste, but the brother never talks nonsense. Could it be that the stones of other mountains can be used to hack jade, but it is actually taking the opportunity to instruct disciple Gu Can on the Dao Fa?
After Gu Can opened the door at that time, only the master Zheng Juzhong was playing music alone in the room, and there was no teacher-aunt Han Qiaose. When he closed the door, he saw Chai Bofu just crossed the threshold, and his feet fell on his knees. On the ground, I don't know why I can't afford it, crying bitterly.
The real Zheng Juzhong, standing by the window, let the "Zheng Juzhong" sit down, preaching and teaching for Chai Bofu. In fact, Chai Bofu has had such dialogues with "Zheng Juzhong" more than a dozen times, but Zheng Juzhong was not satisfied with a certain result. He failed to meet his expectations, so he took away Chai Bofu's Those memories. Uncut jade needs to be pondered over and over to become beautiful jade.
The moon was bright outside the ferry window.
The real Zheng Juzhong, holding a book with his hands folded.
Among those juniors and younger sisters, Zheng Juzhong no longer has much interest in cultivation. For the monks in the Baidi City including Fu Su, the lord Zheng Juzhong didn't show up very much, and he rarely preached with anyone. But in fact, even if it’s just a genealogy monk with the worst qualifications in Baidi City, Zheng Juzhong will always study the carvings one by one when he has nothing to do. Most of them will be smoothed out by Zheng Juzhong, or if he is satisfied, he will stay. Several monks’ unknowingly mindsets will not only help pave the way and build bridges, but they are expected to gradually climb higher, and they will also cut off some seemingly Yangguan Avenues, and interrupt them early. It is better to teach people to fish. People like fishing, Zheng Juzhong has always felt that the mountaineering path of the cultivator is not only under his feet, but also in his heart.
It was only because Zheng Juzhong's methods were too unaware of ghosts that the city lord seemed like a heavenly man living in seclusion among the colorful clouds, not easy to see.
The disciple of Kaishan, Fu Su practiced swords, and his swordsmanship was getting closer and closer to the ancestor of his dragon slayer.
The disciple of the closed door, Gu Can cultivated Taoism. He cultivated Chen Ping'an to respect the heaven and the earth and follow the customs. It was also Wu Shuangjiang's superb "Solidify all things and turn them into his own use", or the meticulous "Millions of old bookworms, three immortal characters".
In the moonlit night.
When the window opens under the moon, do you turn the book or read you, or moonlight borrows you to read?
One of Zheng Juzhong's avatars once asked Cui Yang, who had identified his roots and feet, once in that Chanjuan Cave.
Cui Yang asked a great question at the time, Jiaojiao Mingyue shining on the mirror, looking up to see who is the moon, is the person in the mirror still me?
Zheng Juzhong likes to talk to such smart people. It doesn't take much effort. Even just a few small chats can benefit his own way.
He once found three ways for himself to enter the fourteenth realm, all of which are fine, but the difficulty is different, and there are some differences. Zheng Juzhong’s biggest concern is how to climb into the sky after entering the fourteenth realm, and which road in the end. Achievement is higher and requires continuous deduction.
In that Chanjuan Cave, Cui Yang broke one of Zheng Juzhong’s avatars. It was considered that the two sides met again after the Caiyun game in the early years. Cui Yang frankly put forward the idea of ​​the soul divided into two, first striving to become two and three. One or more people, and then fight for the same person again. Not only did he give out all the steps in detail, Cui Yang also said that he was willing to let Zheng Juzhong take the opportunity to observe the road.
In fact, the name of Cui Dongshan later was picked up by Zheng Juzhong for Cui Yang at the time, saying that he was a good sign.
Probably this is a coincidence, because one is divided into two, which is actually one of the three paths Zheng Juzhong will follow.
And Cui Yang is not as free as Zheng Zhongzhong. Once the future situation of the world becomes uncontrollable and compelling, Cui Yang will have to choose another path of no return that is destined to change the color of the world and the world.
Cui Yang finally made a decisive decision and persuaded Zheng Juzhong to take this road first. As long as it relies on the fourteen realms of the Dao, there will be more possibilities thereafter. Otherwise, if you only take one road to the sky, you must cut off the other two roads. , Isn't it boring?
After that separation, Cui Yang soon went to his hometown of Baopingzhou and served as the teacher of the Great Li State, planning for a hundred years, during which he was divided into two, and Cui Dongshan appeared in the world.
Unfortunately, there is no more embroidered tiger in the world.
The last person Cui Yang saw in the world was not Yasheng, but Zheng Juzhong, who rushed to the Great Wall of Sword Qi from the wild world. There was only a very simple question and answer.
"how so?"
"I really don't want to make my husband sad and disappointed anymore. Fortunately, this has never been the case."
"What do you want?"
"I hope Mr. Zheng, I can take care of my little brother in the future, not in Dao Fa, only in Dao Xin, not too much, not too little."
Zheng Juzhong agreed at the time.
Therefore, in Panshui County, Chen Pingan will make an exception.
At this moment, Zheng Juzhong sighed, Han Qiao Se and Chai Bofu in the house had their own thoughts, and they had their own interest tonight, and they left together.
Zheng Juzhong raised his hand and tapped the window lightly with the scroll. The sitting "Zheng Juzhong" clone disappeared and turned into a moonlight, like a robe, worn by Zheng Jizhong.
People who cultivate Taoism in the world have cultivated the Yin and Yang Gods, which can be regarded as the first time they have gained the Tao, and they are not considered to be a realm of subtle and mysterious. Because almost without exception, once separated, separated from the real body, the mind will be separated from the real body for a short period of time, as long as a few days, to most months and several years, in fact, there will be "two people". It is becoming more and more different, unless it is the return of the Yin God to the Aperture and the Yang God to the place, and the respective memories are melted into a furnace, and the Dao Xin needs to be distinguished before it can be considered a new person.
Therefore, the fourteen realms of the Baidi City Lord’s opportunity for harmony is the exception.
There are two Zheng Juzhong in the world.
It's exactly the same, not bad at all. Even if they are separated for thousands of years, they will meet different people with different things, and a certain Taoism will be consistent.
So Zheng Juzhong is not only the fourteenth realm.
There are still two fourteen realm great monks one person.
One is on this Haoran ferry, and the other is in the wild Jin Cui city.
Since Zheng Juzhong is a disciple of the dragon slayer and he likes to play chess, it is better to set the barren world to Tuo Yue Mountain as the slayed dragon on the chessboard.
Chunlupu's previous meeting in the Patriarch's Hall was so solemn that the needle could be heard.
The old woman Lin Chane seemed to be out of the way, with only a smile on her face.
But in fact, the old woman was the one who sent the letter to Luopo Mountain back then, and the wording of the letter even seemed extremely aggressive, but it seemed that as long as she saw the young sword fairy, the old woman felt that there was nothing wrong with her.
Song Lanqiao and Tang Xi looked at each other, and felt that the situation was quite tricky. After all, the mountain was difficult to collect and disperse, but the two of them felt relieved.
Because the owner of the mountain, Tan Ling, said that she would leave immediately and walk to Luopo Mountain in person.
Gao Song, who was in charge of the money in Chunlu Garden, but the outside world only regarded Tang Xi as the God of Wealth, said he wanted to walk with the mountain lord, but Tan Ling did not agree.
The Patriarch Zhanglu asked why the mountain lord didn't go after Chen Jianxian, why bother to take a long way.
Song Lanqiao and Tang Xi smiled at each other again, pig brains. In the previous meetings of the Patriarch's Hall, both Zhang Li and Gao Song were in fact fighting on the side of Song Lanqiao's master.
Tan Ling seemed to be a little tired, waved his hand to signal the end of the discussion, leaving Lin Sie alone, and asked the old woman about chatting with the Lord Chen.
When Tan Ling took the ferry of Song Lanqiao to the bone beach and waited for the intercontinental ferry of Phi Ma Zong, this woman, the ancestor of Yuan Ying, was unavoidably worried. I don’t know if I arrived at the Niujiaoshan ferry, and waited until the young lord, whether he was Can save the situation.
And the two people who traveled together and asked the sword a sect, approaching the mountain, Chen Ping'an took out two pieces of cheeks, covered his face, and handed one to Liu Jinglong, saying that there were only two on his body, and he would use it. .
Liu Jinglong glanced, did not reach out. Because it is a woman's face.
Chen Pingan was still persuading, more vigorous than persuading wine, and said: "Isn't it hypocritical? My generation of swordsman is upright and cares about what a piece of skin does."
Liu Jinglong just used a blindfold and didn't wear the dough. Chen Ping An wailed and said that he had forgotten that there was a leftover dough, and then he passed another one.
So two sword repairmen, one old and one young, walked to the foot of the Zongmen Mountain in the pale apricot blossom and bright moon.