Chapter 843: Slash the wild

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The night was heavy, and A Liang was nowhere to be seen in an instant. Only the sword light shone everywhere.
When a single person shoots a sword, there is the atmosphere of many gods and methods in the ancient battlefield.
Together with Shou Chen, she is responsible for running the new makeup of the Great Array. As the direct disciple of the great ancestor of Tuoyue Mountain, Senior Sister Lizhen, she quickly looked around and displayed a magical power, her eyes gleaming, precious light flowing, even the long river of time and There are clues in the path of Yin and Ming, but Xin Zhuang still can't find the trace of the man.
It's no wonder that in the early years, he was able to slip away in that dangerous scene of big monsters.
Shouchen had drawn an unsheathed long sword from the sword box, clamped the blade with his two fingers, and swiped it swiftly towards the tip of the sword, as if peeling off a layer of immortal relics, the sword light turned into a thunder light, and hit the bright electric light. Together, at the same time, the heart voice reminded: "Don't look for it, you and I only care about the formation of the abbot, and lead the sword with peace of mind."
Xinzhuang immediately converged her mind when she heard the words, offering an inconspicuous bag, shook it gently, and the clouds rose and filled quickly, as if they had borrowed a wind and rain with the ancient Fengshen Rain Master to envelop her in it, and the clouds and mist were shaking. It seems that it is not the land of the abbot, but in fact there is a cave, a vast expanse of wind and rain, thousands of miles away, like an alternative mustard supernatural power, helping Xinzhuang hide in a huge lake, even if Aliang can cut open the landscape of Xiaotiandi with a single sword. Prohibition can not cut her real body.
The wild great monsters who besieged Aliang this time, it seemed that if anyone didn't have one or two fairy soldiers in their hands, they would not have the face to go out and show up here on the battlefield.
Xinzhuang was in a worry-free situation for the time being, so she took a few more glances at the sword box that Shouchen was carrying. On the teacher's inheritance, in a wild world, the only person who could compete with Tuoyue Mountain was actually Wen Hai Zhou Mi's line.
I saw Shouchen scratching the sword body again and again, constantly peeling off layers of ancient sword intent, to contend with the thunderous atmosphere of Aliang's sword.
The same is the ascension realm sword repair, and the gap is huge. Not only is the current realm of Shouchen not completely stabilized, but also the level of kendo.
Shouchen had to admit that if he wanted to approach the current height of Aliang's kendo, there was only one possibility. The opponent had a short life, and he had a long life, and then a little bit of water milling kung fu and follow-up opportunities would have hope.
The sword box carried by Shouchen is painted with a picture of three mountains, four seas, five sacred mountains and ten blasphemy, which is very different from the true form of Taoist talisman which is widely spread in later generations.
Because of the previous involvement of Aliang's sword intent, the sword box blindness has faded, revealing the long-lost true form of the three mountains, with unobstructed views. They are like gods sitting on corpses, mountains and wild monkeys walking, and clouds hidden by dragons flying.
The responsibility of the three mountains is to hold the yin and yang for good fortune, the belonging of the five elements, determine the period of life and death, the length of the matter, the main astrological division, and the destiny of the fish and dragons of water descendants.
The sword box itself is a great treasure array of great immortal ranks. It is rumored that the ancient spirits are true to human beings. Holding this picture, crossing three mountains and five sacred mountains, reading through the rivers and seas, the spirits of a hundred gods are respected and welcomed.
It is an ancient formation, but unfortunately the craftsman who cast this object is unknown, but he is used to be called Mr. Sanshan Jiuhou by the mountain monks, and then carefully refined by his teacher Zhou Mi into a raised sword named "Sword Tomb". The place, known as the master of sword-cultivation in the world, can cultivate up to nine long swords, and can nurture a certain kind of magical power similar to the natal flying sword. Once the trainer obtains this treasure, it is not a sword repair that is better than a sword repair.
Inheritance from the mountain is so important, and the immortal species also pays attention to an apprenticeship, such as reincarnation.
As for the ancestor Zhu Fei, who was the ancestor of the world moving mountains, stepped on the long sword "Dingshan", and the avenue became a small mountain world. Zhu Fei held a long stick and showed his true body. The long stick expanded at the same time, and one stick smashed it down, hitting the head of the fire dragon, and smashed it. The flames were everywhere, the mountains and rivers were thousands of miles away, and the fire was torrential.
I never thought that the fire dragon with its broken head would evolve into thousands of slender fire dragons on its own, winding like a mountain, resembling the dragon veins of the earth, in order to provoke Zhu Wei, the ancestor who moved mountains, who liked to move mountains. Then just move.
Zhu Wei turned into a double-handed stick, a huge body, spinning non-stop, and laughed loudly: "A Liang of the dog, although you and I are in the opposing camp, but you are a man, I look back in my wild mountains and rivers for you. Set up a monument. Grandpa, I will personally write an epitaph for you. How about keeping the grave piled up like a mountain every year?!"
With the long stick again and again, Zhu Wei displayed the natal magic power of the mountain-moving genus. It is the masterpiece that draws the river into the land. On the devastated and full of swordsmanship on the earth, he pushes away the awe-inspiring swords that are like giant lakes. It means that this unreasonable method of dividing water is far better than the method of water and soil on the mountains of the future generations. It can separate the rivers and seas at will, and the water will come out, divide the mountains and rivers, and leak out of the land. It is simply a kind of vulgar. Changes in the vicissitudes of life.
Zhu Wei crashed to the ground again, stepping on the exposed roots of the earth, his body suddenly soared by 50%, swept with a stick, and angrily said: "Don't get out of here, obediently kowtow to Grandpa!"
The new makeup who watched the battle from a distance frowned slightly, really disliked Zhu Wei's fighting style, yelling and screaming, really noisy.
But Xinzhuang knows his roots and knows all these things. Don’t look at Zhu Wei, the old ancestor who moved the mountain every time on the battlefield. He likes to swear words and speak inconspicuous rhetoric, knocking on the mountain all the way in the vast world. Sui Yue's methods were tyrannical and rampant. In fact, every time Zhu Wei encountered a strong opponent, he would have a sense of measure. The methods were insidious, and they were the same as Sichen. If Zhu Wei were to be regarded as a monster with only brute force, he would end up miserably.
The golden-armored knight beside Xinzhuang has taken out a meteor hammer from his waist, twisted his wrist, and the golden light circulates and spins rapidly, condensing into a flawless golden circle, and finally a swiftly thrown at the one that seems to be trying to break the ground. Comet falling from the sky.
His two pocket meteor hammers were originally designed to intercept two unusual meteors from the sky, and then spent countless treasures of heaven, material and earth, and carefully refined them. For thousands of years, most of the sages of the Confucian Confucian Temple have been worshipped. Following the ritual saints stationed in the sky, often fighting against the gods, coupled with the early years of the ritual saints, the ancestors of the philosophers of the hundred families, and the dragon and tiger mountain celestial masters and other mountain monks' joint travels, the sacred battles in the sky, never stopped, during this period It has created a lot of human visions. For example, it once caused the wild world to appear in two taboo places, one in the towering northwest, and the southeast boundary, which seems to be collapsed. The former often rains and falls. Falling to the earth, the latter rains torrentially all year round, continuous, heavy rain pouring down the earth, almost all year round without seeing the sun.
It was in one of the places that the Old Throne Great Demon Fei Fei found Yu Si who later became the sword repairman of the Jiashen Tent.
Before Al-Liang took the shot, Xiao Deng had already reminded: "Zhang Lu, when the fight really starts later, Al-Liang will not stop you, otherwise he is looking for death, so be careful and give people a toast. Better than being offered wine."
In his early years as a hidden official at the Great Wall of Jianqi, Xiao Xun was notoriously heartless. She made friends and asked for it. Whoever thinks Haoran is not pleasing to the eye, Xiao Xun will fall in love with.
In this matter, Aliang is another exception.
Probably because this Confucian son who is a descendant of the sage of the Confucian Temple is really not like a scholar.
Coupled with Aliang's sword repair status and his ability to stay in the Great Wall of Jianqi without moving for a hundred years, Xiao Deng actually has a very good relationship with him.
Back in those days, there would be a sloppy guy on the front side of the city during the heavy snow season, holding the little girl's two croissant braids in both hands, and he called it "writing with a pen."
Maybe this is just like what Aliang himself said. Every sad story at the end has a warm beginning. Every year, the snow and winter come from the warm spring flowers.
Zhang Lu got up and smiled: "I'm not a kid anymore, I know the severity. Today's battlefield is only sword repair, not friends."
This great sword fairy who once became a gatekeeper at the Great Wall of Jianqi possesses two natal flying swords, one is "Reflection" and the other is "Fang Li".
Xiao Xing stood up, made a jump, did not display the golden body technique, and faced the sword intent with her true body. She jumped into the green river where the kendo was manifested, stretched her two slender arms, and punched wantonly , Crush Jianyi.
In addition to the fight with the left and right from the Haoran world to the sky.
During his years as a hidden official of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, Xiao Deng not only never sacrificed his life flying sword, nor even a long sword to take advantage of him. Every time he rushed to the battlefield, he didn't even bother to use the standard sword of the sword workshop.
Not today.
Because left and right will definitely come to the battlefield.
The old ancestor was just ascending, indicating that Feiran was not in a hurry. The old monk held the crutches and jabbed the ground several times. Each time the crutches squatted on the ground, it was an exercise of supreme magical powers. The great road was good fortune, free of charge, pot of heaven, gas, nightmare prayer……
Liu Bai sighed quietly, trapped in such an encirclement that can completely kill fourteen-level cultivators, even if you are Aliang, can you really support it to the left and right?
In the next moment, Al-Liang, who had disappeared, finally appeared on the battlefield.
Instead of looking for new makeup, Jian Guang went straight to the back of Zhu Wei's head, "Your grandma, you like to spray manure with your mouth, right? Today I have to teach you how to brag about drafts!"
Before Zhu Wei could withdraw his true body, he offered a secret method to replace the true body with the image. Even if he stepped on the roots of the mountain, he still did not dare to show his true body anymore, and instantly retracted to the ground.
I saw that Zhu Wei's Faxiang head was chopped off by a sword on the spot, and when it bounced a little bit, it was cut to pieces by the next sword light.
Xinzhuang's eyes widened, and Shouchen said solemnly: "I'm looking for you!"
Sure enough, a sword light is not a straight line, but a curve that just fits the yin and yang fish formation, breaking the formation with one sword.
A Liang stepped out with his sword and broke into the clouded world, with a sword intent like an iron cavalry chiseling formation, ignoring the new makeup's second formation restriction.
Fortunately, Xinzhuang didn't support it, so he immediately chose to run the big formation, and the Yin and Yang were reversed. They exchanged positions with Shouchen.
The sword box behind Shouchen fell off by itself and turned into an ancient formation. This ascending realm sword repairman appeared with a three-headed six-armed golden body, each holding a sword.
A Liang, who only had two swords in his hands, had no sword skills at all, just hacking.
Compared with Shouchen's image, Aliang's mustard figure is completely negligible, handing the sword again and again, the sword light draws arcs, dazzled, criss-crossed, and the Shouchen's law is cut back again and again after leading the sword.
The last time he took the sword, his figure disappeared, and he went straight to the new makeup. As soon as the new makeup started the formation again, Shou Chen sighed, and it was too late to remind. A Liang returned to the spot, and the sword fell straight. The makeup was shocked, and she had no power to fight back. She had to put a robe on her body to help her die. The robe was suddenly as big as a sea of ​​clouds, and eventually it was broken like flowers, but no new makeup was seen.
A Liang had no expression on his face, twisted his wrist, holding a long sword that was about to break upside down, and the tip of the sword casually poked into the void of the earth. The long sword disappeared like an immortal.
In the next moment, the long sword pierced through the newly-makeup vest and tilted its body. At the same time, a long sword just shattered, and the newly-makeup body looked like a flying flight. Sword rainstorm.
Fighting with Jian Xiu, that's it, never procrastinating, often in a blink of an eye, the winning streak is divided into life and death.
Aliang had had countless dealings with the great monk on the top of the mountain, and saw a lot of messy magical powers. After Yijian injured the root of Xinzhuang Avenue, almost at the same time, he shattered the second long sword in his hand. There were countless broken swords. Sword energy is soaring, gathering on the new makeup side is equivalent to temporarily setting up a sword formation, trapping the world around the new makeup. Who of you has the ability to reverse the long river of time, casual, anyway, you can’t let the new makeup go back along the river. .
Fortunately, the ancestor of the rising star held his palm against the crutches and said silently in his heart. I don’t know how to sacrifice. He actually protected Xinzhuang’s life and allowed Xinzhuang to temporarily maintain the realm of immortals while dispelling Aliang’s sword energy. The remnant, smoothly patched up the yin and yang fish array that could not be gathered.
A Liang had already anticipated this, and had long been accustomed to it. One person surrounded a group of people, and it was nothing to lose.
Holding the hilts of the two sabers at his waist with both hands, Aliang once again disappeared from the place.
Liu Bai was shocked to see, this is Aliang who really let go of his hands and feet and fight with others?
A sky curtain in the wild world, the vortex turned over, the wind was surging, and finally a breath of suffocating avenue appeared, slowly landing on the world.
There is no trace of the flying sword, but it is an undoubted natal flying sword.
In the north of the wild world, there is still a sword of light going south at an incredible speed.
A Liang left and right, vertical and horizontal, kendo swordsmanship, slashing the wilds.

At the Fire Temple in the capital, the old master Yu Hong stopped looking at the young woman. The old man swallowed a mouthful of blood and finally settled down. He strode out of the snails dojo, his original small figure grew bigger and he was in the eyes of everyone. After returning to his normal height, the old man finally stood still, held his fists in salute, and immediately won numerous cheers.
The first-class consecration of this great criminal department, even if he does not rely on the pinnacle of martial arts who has moved the capital, he can only rely on this consecration status to walk across the continent. After this battle, Yuhong's prestige in the mountains and rivers and lakes has improved even further.
Among the crowd, some people clasped their fists silently, or quietly gave Yuhong a gift.
They were all survivors of the old Zhuying dynasty. Later, they were appointed as officials in the Dali court, or sought a living in the capital, and they were in a similar situation to that of Zhongyue Mountain.
They came here today, naturally, they have more complicated thoughts than the average spectator. As the strongest existence in central Aquarius, the Zhu Ying dynasty is no different from the many big Li vass whose territory is like a tofu block, so Zhu Ying The Dugu family is destined to be hopeless.
As for whether this action will be a taboo, these people are quite indifferent. The Song court of Dali still has such a belly, and the support for this tolerance is, in the final analysis, national strength. Back then, the Dali cavalry went all the way from north to south, like a broken bamboo, and horseshoes resounded through the coast of the South China Sea. The mountains and rivers of all countries became hometowns. It was chilling and terrifying. In the end, the Dali dynasty protected a continent of mountains and rivers from falling apart. Won a respect.
Zhou Haijing, who is also a martial artist at the top of the mountain, does not have this kind of official body for the time being. She had previously joked with Qingzhu Jianxian and asked Su Lang to help introduce one or two from the two sides of the ritual and punishment department, and match up with that Dong Hu and Zhao You. The two important central officials said a few good things.
However, Su Lang knew well that this was just Zhou Haijing’s usual speech style. It’s not true. After this questioning, Zhou Haijing only lost slightly. So a first-class worship status must be something in her pocket, maybe Without waiting for Zhou Haijing to return to the collapsed area of ​​the capital, the Department of Military Election of the Ministry of War or the Memorial of the Ministry of Rites to pay homage to the officials of the Qing dynasty, officials will take the initiative to find Zhou Haijing.
When I think of the place Zhou Haijing chose, it’s said that I’m in the capital, and I’m going all the way to pick the treasures of Fengshui. Su Lang feels helpless about it. It’s too shabby. Su Lang can’t imagine that there are so many places in Dali Capital. Chicken shit, dog shit, and even the pigsty on the side of the road. Before I went to Zhou Haijing, Su Lang had even walked through the door of a dark prostitute kiln for the first time in his life. Anyway, it was a narrow alley with dark light on both sides, so I couldn't hide. When he found Zhou Haijing at that time, she burst into laughter. The first sentence was to compensate Qingzhu Jianxian for a pair of boots.
Su Lang asked softly: "Miss Zhou, are you okay?"
"Not so good, Old Piff is thief."
Zhou Haijing stretched his hand around to the back of the waistcoat, rubbed the area where Yuhong was hit by an elbow, complaining, "I don't know the least bit of Lianxiang Xiyu."
Asking for a boxing, her face has exquisite makeup, and she has become a big face. As for the hair accessories that have been piled up in the mountains earlier, they have been beaten to the Yuhong Quangang. It is a pity that they are all money. If you can keep it The next few items can make a small profit.
She angrily said: "Next time I ask you to find a place back, there are not so many people watching the game. Watching my old lady, I will go straight to Xia San Road, and then I will ask you to eat egg fried rice."
Su Lang was speechless. This female great master, who was a similar age but was above a realm, hadn't seen him for many years, and his words... remained humorous.
Zhou Haijing got into the carriage, took out a napkin, vomited a big mouthful of blood, and put it in her sleeve. She didn't care about the injury at all. She dipped her finger in saliva and twisted a few bills, all of which she had previously gambled in Beijing. Zhuang's bet.
On the roof, Chen Pingan asked, "I'm going to meet an old friend, do you want to join me?"
Ning Yao glanced at the carriage in the street in the distance, "That coachman?"
Chen Ping'an nodded and explained: "His name is Su Lang, who has the nickname of "Green Bamboo Sword Fairy". The people from the rivers and lakes of Songxi State are half of the neighbors of Senior Song."
Now that Su Lang has an official status, he has also entered the Far Traveling Realm. Even if he can’t make it to the Mountain Realm in the end, as long as Su Lang does not suffer a catastrophe, he still has a life span of at least a hundred years, so I will definitely follow that one in the future. The mountain shrine, I have been dealing with Song Fengshan and Liu Qian for a long time.
At that time Su Lang had just broken through the border and became a martial artist in the seven realms. It was at the time when Song Yu burned the golden basin to wash his hands and withdrew from the rivers and lakes. As a junior, Su Lang had actually won his fame and was still aggressive. Chen Ping'an gave Su Lang a punch. He fought back to the small town, but later he cooperated with Su Lang, who took the initiative to come to the door, and acted in a play. He gave the other party a step down and gave Su Langluo a big copy of the reputation of "Swordsmanship below the mountain is not lost to the sword fairy on the mountain".
The older generation's social rules and human relations are mostly like this.
In the same arena, as long as there is no feud, I will say a few more sweet words on the wine table. In the narrow part of the same road, leave a step and pedestrians to walk the single-plank bridge into a Yangguan Avenue.
Ning Yao looked at Chen Ping An.
Chen Ping'an immediately understood, shook his head and smiled: "I don't have so many weird things, I just go to Su Lang to talk about the past."
It's like walking in the rivers and lakes, not showing yellow and white when going out. Under normal circumstances, Chen Ping'an would not easily open the basket and reveal that "family property". In a more popular way, it means beating people but not face.
Ning Yao said, "Then I won't go."
Chen Pingan smiled and said, "Then I will go back on the way and buy some food for the capital master."
Ning Yao nodded, and disappeared in a flash, silently.
She actually knew that Chen Ping'an was still concerned about the war, and she wanted to find something to do. Distraction was a relief.
So let him go alone to meet the so-called Jianghu friends.
Amidst the gazes of the various government officials, the people left the scene in an orderly manner. In a secluded alley, the carriage slowly stopped, Su Lang frowned slightly, and there was a monk in front of him, blocking the way, young Taoists, young monks, They are all raw faces.
The young Taoist priest from his registration number took out a piece of Daozhengyuan genealogy symbolizing his identity. "The Taoist Academy in the capital, Ge Ling, has something to discuss with Miss Zhou. I implore Miss Zhou to get off the carriage first, and then follow the poor road to Taoism. ."
The little monk folded his hands together, "The little monk is a little novice monk from the Translation Bureau."
Su Lang narrowed his eyes, a Taoist official under the Chongxu Bureau of Dayi?
Under the Jingcheng Road, there are six divisions of genealogy, litigation, Qingci, palm seal, geography, and Qinggui. This young Taoist who calls himself Ge Ling is in charge of the first division of genealogy.
Daolu’s boss is Daozheng of the capital, in charge of the issuance, promotion and relegation of the Taoist priests in the capital, but he can’t control himself as a pure martial artist. If Daozheng comes in person, Su Lang might be willing to be polite, even though the official rank is not high. In the end, it still holds real power. As for the Taoist record of a chief official, the Zhima official does not say that it is different from the yamen of the penal department. It is really a second-class worship status issued by the penal department. It is a false title. ?
Su Lang donated a green bamboo to his waist, and hung an accident card with colored thread. Second-class, not low. Pure Takeo, only at the top of the mountain can you have the opportunity to wear the first-class accidental card.
The second-class enshrines of Dayi are mostly Jindan Jianxiu, Wufu in the Far-Wandering Realm, and Yuan Ying Qi Shi. Unless the military skill is extremely great, the Golden Core Realm Qi practitioner who is not a sword repairer can only be classified as the third class.
Su Lang said indifferently: "If you have something to say, let it go if there is nothing."
Ge Ling smiled and said, "It's the Green Bamboo Sword Immortal of Songxi Country. Poor Dao has long admired his name, but today I have something to discuss with Miss Zhou. It is not suitable for outsiders to listen. Su Jianxian, forgive me."
The little monk asked softly: "Sword Fairy?"
Now when the little monk heard of a sword fairy, he had a bald head and two big ones.
In just a few days, I have donated sesame oil money to the Buddha twice.
This time Zhou Haijing was invited to discuss matters because of Song Xu's intention. After Wenquan was over, she would be formally invited to enter the earthly branch.
In fact, Yuan Huajing visited her once before, but the two sides didn’t talk about it. Yuan Huajing didn’t reveal his identity. Furthermore, the meaning of the Ministry of Rites and the Criminal Ministry also needed the help of Yuhong to try Zhou Haijing’s martial arts. fill a vacancy.
As for this suave chariot-driving martial artist, the little monk really didn't know him, only the innocent card.
Earthly branch monks, eleven qi practitioners, everyone is the proud son of the heavens born in Aquarius Island, taking advantage of the trend, most of the monks are not natives of Dali, the Dali court has high hopes for them, Tilting countless financial and material resources towards them, and also spent a lot of incense on the mountain. The biggest reliance is that in addition to their respective monk realm and talented magical powers, there is also a continent of air transport. The only flaw is the fight against each other, which is too dependent on the integrity of the number of people.
This time I met with Zhou Haijing, not only the little monk was anxious, but also the female ghosts who changed their beauty and worked hard. They were all worried and worried. In the end, Yu Yu helped to express the voice of everyone, "Can make up for the last person," The strength skyrocketing is true, but the old saying is good, but there are only three things, let's not go to the trouble of the Hermit Lord?"
Song Xu joked at the time: "Yuan Huajing and I definitely don't have this idea anymore. If you are unhappy and unwilling, you must fight again. I can bite the bullet and convince Yuan Huajing."
At this moment Su Lang looked unhappy and said: "I don't care what you Chongxu Bureau Translation Bureau, give me way!"
Relying on a bit of official status, dare to pretend to be a ghost on your side?
Ge Ling was a little embarrassed. In fact, the most suitable person to invite Zhou Haijing here was Song Xu. After all, he had the status of the second prince, or Yuan Huajing, the highest realm, but the latter began to retreat.
Zhou Haijing heard the movement outside, and turned a mouthful of pure innocence, which made her face pale a little. Then she opened the corner of the curtain and smiled charmingly, "Are you colleagues of Yuan Jianxian? What's the matter, all like sneaky Isn’t your identity so shameless? Isn’t it the secret service of the Ministry of Justice, doing some pickling work under the countertop, I know, it’s like an assassin on the rivers and lakes who collects money to kill people and eliminate disasters. Seeing people, when I first entered the rivers and lakes, I was in this business, and it was so mixed up."
Zhou Haijing said to herself: "It's a pity that I am in the realm of martial arts, and it is difficult to get into the eyes of the masters on the mountain. I don't dare to expect the first-class offerings. But if you want to say second-class offerings, there is still a chance. Besides, I can't trust you. , In case it is the habitual offender who abducts and sells the good girl, I have suffered a great loss when I look back, you all the snakes, I am a helpless woman from the country, who can I go to complain?"
Su Lang waited until Zhou Haijing finished speaking, and would continue to drive. Since he didn't give way, he would stop if he had the ability.
Anyway, experience in the arena, gods and Taoists, lack a common adversity, a rare opportunity today.
What's more, in this capital city, Su Lang is really not afraid of conflicts with the Qi-trainers of these three religions. His greatest reliance is not even the Nothing Card of the Criminal Ministry, but the status of Dali's army monk.
Ge Ling sighed. It seems that only a few more people can be called to get this girl Zhou to drive.
The little novice monk said earnestly and earnestly: "Mr. Chen has said that everything is courteous and respectful, and you should not be arrogant."
A warm voice sounded behind the little monk, "No, I haven't said it."
The little novice monk immediately turned sideways, folded his hands together, and bowed his head and said: "Mr. Chen is best at giving good words to people. I haven't said it for the time being. I will say it later."
Ge Ling turned around and struck a doorstep with the visitor, with a respectful look, "I have seen Mr. Chen."
Chen Ping'an clasped his fists in return, and said with a smile: "I'm here to find friends to talk about the past. You are busy doing business."
Su Lang immediately stopped the carriage and dared not rush forward.
Because I recognized the identity of the other party.
Zhou Haijing was about to put down the curtain and stopped his movements. A pair of moist peach eyes narrowed into a line in an instant, looking at the man in blue shirt standing beside the little bald head. The little monk was too short, making the man especially slender.
The double intuition of the woman and the mountain-top swordsman made her realize that this unexpected guest floating down from the height of the alley in front of her is definitely not easy to mess with.
Great Martial God Song Changjing, Fengxue Temple Great Sword Immortal Wei and Jin Dynasty, and Wei Ying, the supreme lord of Zhenjingzong...all wrong.
It's weird, how sacred, can you feel completely overwhelmed, can't you do it?
Chen Ping'an nodded secretly. This Master Zhou was indeed a fellow, diligent and thrifty, and he was not willing to spend money on the matter.
Su Lang's expression changed slightly, his mood was extremely complex, he quickly converged his mind, gathered the sound into a line, and reminded Zhou Haijing: "Miss Zhou, be careful of this person, he is Chen Pingan who asked Jian Zhengyangshan!"
Su Lang certainly did not miss the grand Zhengyang Mountain celebration.
He is in the same awkward situation as Mengwu Mountain, but compared to the latter, the sword fairy is a little bit better. The storm near Jianshui Villa back then could barely be considered a good deal for both parties.
After Zhou Haijing heard the name "Chen Pingan", she looked so bright, she couldn't help but look at the most prestigious young sword fairy in Aquarius Island. It is very likely that he is still the youngest lord of the sect in the world. I almost heard that my ears were cocooned, and I couldn't provoke it. A sword repairer who could make Yuan Zhenye punch his body like a tickling, provoke him, and only lose money.
She immediately lowered the curtain, packed up the small and large objects in the carriage, slung a large package, bent down and walked out of the carriage, she would jump out of the carriage, "Then I will go with Zhenren Ge, Mr. Su, please help me take care The carriage is out."
The rivers and lakes are deep, drowning the daring, and the wind on the mountain is strong, blowing away the fairy tales.
Ge Ling smiled and said, "I'll just help drive the car."
Su Lang hesitated and got out of the carriage.
Chen Ping'an turned sideways and stood at the root of the wall, giving way to the carriage.
Zhou Haijing sat back in his place, then lifted the curtain on the side of the driving wall, and asked with a smile: "Chen Jianxian, let me ask a bit more, make sure, we have nothing to complain, right?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and nodded and said: "I have never veiled my face, no grievances or grudges. On the contrary, I watched the battle from afar and learned a few fist moves with Mr. Zhou, which benefited a lot.
Zhou Haijing squinted and smiled, naturally charming, raised his arm and gently wiped the remaining powder on his cheeks, "It's just that my appearance is a bit ugly right now, which made Chen Jianxian laugh."
Chen Pingan shook his head and said, "No."
Zhou Haijing is suspicious, sir? I am a woman, so it is not appropriate to call a mother-in-law like that.
These monks on the mountain are really weird.
It's just that I can't show my timidity. The old lady is from a small place and hasn't read a book. What's wrong with her, she looks good, just a book, and men will only rush to flip the book.
It is believed that the young sword immortal is mostly from a family of great powers. Heh, Clan A child, it's annoying to watch.
The carriage slowly drove out of the alley, and the sound of the wheels of the carriage gradually faded away.
Chen Pingan turned around and smiled: "Congratulations to Su Jianxian for breaking through."
Su Lang immediately clasped his fist and said, "Dali enshrines Su Lang and is fortunate to meet Sect Master Chen again."
Listening to Su Lang's self-introduction, Chen Ping'an laughed dumbly, and he was not blind, so he could see such a big sign of the Ministry of Justice.
Of course Su Lang was extremely nervous, but he had no affiliation with Song Yushao over the years, and logically speaking, Chen Ping'an shouldn't bother him.
It's just that this kind of sword fairy who occasionally goes down the mountain to play in the world is really unpredictable and illusory. Every time he takes a shot, he only depends on his mood, regardless of right or wrong, and often the sword light falls straight and his head rolls.
Fortunately in the misfortune, today's Aquarius Island has a lot of restraint on these lawless and arrogant monks. Moreover, after Su Lang was recruited by the Dali Department of Penalty, he did a few secret acts, targeting several groups of forbidden monks who thought they acted in secret.
But what hurts the most right now, Zhou Haijing just hangs herself here, woman.
Chen Ping'an drew out an innocent card from his sleeve, "Coincidentally, it's half a walk with Su Jianxian."
Su Lang glanced at the innocence card, which was actually a third-class enshrinement innocence card...It was only slightly higher than the alternate enshrinement card.
Su Lang will inevitably be a little embarrassed.
Chen Ping'an didn't want to take the opportunity to tease Su Lang, but just let him not think too much, don't learn from the fairy Yun Ye in the Jiuzhen Immortal Pavilion.
The two walked side by side in the alley. Chen Ping'an asked with a smile: "I have traveled to a foreign land for many years, and I have not been in Aquarius for a long time. I just returned, how about the Jianshui Villa of Senior Song?"
Su Lang carefully scratched his belly and said: "When I was goodbye, I never visited Senior Song’s villa. I only heard that the Zuye Villa was relinquished and moved to the border of Sushui Country.
If you didn’t participate in a few great blasphemy wars, and later retreat, and then came to the capital, you should actually go to congratulate Mrs. Liu’s mountain shrine. I heard from friends in the rivers and lakes that Senior Song has been over the years. The body is still strong, and I have traveled a few times and often go out to relax. This is a good thing. When I am free, I should make up the gift when I return home next time. "
Chen Ping’an always looked happy, just like two old friends from the rivers and lakes reunited after a long time, only a pot of good wine for each, nodded and smiled: "It should be so, Su Jianxian has the intention. Good thing."
Su Lang's originally tight heartstring slackened a bit.
"By the way, Songxi Nation is close to both Sushui Nation and Caiyi Nation. Has Su Jianxian ever heard of the Liu family from Caiyi Nation's Yanzhi County?"
"Does Sect Master Chen mean the old Liu Shangshu, or Liu Gaohua and Liu Gaoxin brother and sister?"
Liu Gaoxin was originally a disciple of the divine sect, but her luck was poor. She was extremely injured in the battle and the road was hopeless. After that, she did not return to the sect, but just practiced at home. Liu Gaohua is an ordinary master, but in the eyes of Su Lang, he should not be underestimated because he has the status of an official who accompanied the capital.
Chen Ping'an said: "We are all good friends."
Su Lang understood immediately.
As if remembering something, Chen Ping'an took out a pot of Hundred Flower Stuffed Rice and handed it to Su Lang, "Thank you, Su Jianxian, help transfer this thing to Master Liu Xian, I won't say any kind words of thanks to Su Jianxian."
Su Lang took the pot of fairy brew from the mountain that he had never seen before with both hands, and said with a smile: "It's a trivial matter. It's a little effort. Sect Master Chen doesn't need to thank you."
Su Lang already knew that when he returned to his hometown in the future, he would drop by to visit Song Yushao in the country of Sushui and Liu's family in the country of Caiyi. In the future, it's also simple. If you don't need to communicate frequently, then you will fall behind, just give a few points to both sides in secret.
Chen Ping'an and Su Lang walked to the side of the alley, stopped first, and said, "Don't pass by."
Su Lang clasped his fists to bid farewell, and suddenly couldn't hold back one, and asked, "Dare to ask how old Sect Master Chen is now?"
Chen Pingan smiled and said, "Less than one hundred."
Su Lang sighed: "Sect Master Chen is really a genius of kendo. In the eyes of the younger generation, he does not lose the wind and snow temple Wei Dajianxian."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said nothing. No wonder this green bamboo sword fairy could join Zhou Haijing, one without looking at the mirror and the other without looking at the Shanshui Dibao.
On the side of the carriage, Zhou Haijing jokingly said, "Ge Daolu, are you enshrined in the palace? Is it possible that your majesty wants to see the girl?"
The little novice monk sitting on his side by Ge Ling hung his legs in the air, and quickly sang the Buddha.
The powdery aroma of a carriage oozes out from the purple bamboo curtain, making the little monk almost confused.
Ge Ling was skilled in driving a car. His father was a general of logic, and he knew how to bow horses when he was young. He smiled and said, "Zong Master Zhou said and laughed."
The little novice monk was envious, "Zong Master Zhou and Mr. Chen will be able to be respected by Mr. Chen if they meet together today. It really makes the little monk very envious."
Zhou Haijing joked: "A monk also counts such false names?"
The little novice monk immediately shook his head vigorously and said, "I can't be called a'monk'. The little monk hasn't received the ordination yet."
Ning Yao returned to the inn, but saw two unexpected people, and smiled and asked, "Why are you here?"
Pei Qian, holding a hiking stick. Cao Qingqing wore a Confucian shirt.
Pei Qian said with a smile: "I received Master’s Feijian letter, saying that he would stay here for about half a month. The younger brother asked Cao Sunny to come here for a wedding banquet, saying that Master was not suitable for showing up, and Cao Sunny’s identity is more suitable. , I’ll follow to see Master and Madam here."
Cao Qingqing said: "Student Cao Qingjing, I have met the teacher."
He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, Pei Qian finally knelt down and banged his head without a word.
Straightening up, Cao Sunny explained: "Pei Qian accompanied me to Beijing on this trip. It was the younger brother in order to prevent some unnecessary accidents. Then I need to formally resign from the Hanlin Academy."
Leaving Aquarius, go south to Tongyezhou and choose Xiazong,
Originally, according to the meaning of the younger brother, it was to retain the identity of the Hanlin editor, saying that the younger brother had his own means.
However, Cao Qingqing didn't agree. He just led the salary and didn't do anything, and didn't go to the office. If you want to be honest, you must be sincere. As a scholar of Wensheng's line, you need to use the word "yicheng" as the criterion of action.
Ning Yao nodded, "Your master wants to meet a friend from the rivers and lakes, and you won't be able to come back later."
She and the old shopkeeper borrowed two benches. After sitting down, Ning Yao immediately asked, "Why didn't you go and see the question boxing at the Fire God Temple?"
Pei Qian Yanyan replied, "It's important to wait for Master here."
Cao Qingqing sat on the other bench and remained silent.
A young girl jumping on the street came, approaching the inn, and immediately calmed down.
The girl was not polite with Master Ning. She sat down beside Ning Yao and asked in doubt, "Master Ning, didn't you go to the Fire Temple to watch people fight? It's really enjoyable, and the fight really compares favorably to Chixiang and Chi'er Street. It’s much more beautiful for the children on both sides to clap bricks and scratch their faces."
Ning Yao smiled and said, "I went, because there were too many people, plus I went too late, and I didn't get a good place, so I can't really see it."
The girl said guiltily, "Blame me and blame me. I went out early in the morning. I was worried that my dad would stop me, so I didn't call Master Ning. I have a great place with a few friends from the rivers and lakes!"
She sat next to Ning Yao and kept twittering.
"That Woman Xia Zhou is so pretty!"
"The old of fish is really well-deserved. It is simply the kind of peerless expert in the book who casually gave out cheats or a Jiazi internal strength. Master Ning had seen it before. He flew all the way from the sky and stopped at the ring. , That master demeanor, simply!"
"I really don't know how Pei Qian, who is ranked higher than them, is so bullish, she must be able to make the opponents with her eyes burst into tears on the spot, scaring internal injuries!"
"I heard that Woman Xia Pei is young, she is a martial arts wizard who has never seen her in a century. She has already been superb and righteous. Master Ning, you are also a female Xia Xia traversing the rivers and lakes. Is there such an honor to see Woman Xia Pei from afar? A glance?"
Ning Yao held back a smile, "What do you think?"
The girl thought for a while, and comforted: "It's okay, I haven't seen it either."
Pei Qian sat on the other side of Ning Yao with a blank face, his brain hurting.
Fortunately, the master is not there.
Fortunately, Xiaomi Mi Li, who works part-time in Ear Reporting God and Chuan Microphone, didn't come to Beijing with him, otherwise he would return to Luopo Mountain and would not be laughed at by the old chef and Chen Lingjun.
Cao Qingqing always sat on another bench, clenched his fists with both hands and gently put his knees, looking ahead.
A gentle smile, a modest gentleman, calm, but so.
Ning Yao turned his head and smiled at Pei Qian: "Your master wanted to accept Ms. Liu as a disciple, but Ms. Liu didn't agree."
Pei Qian leaned forward and smiled at the girl.
The girl blinked and glanced at the weapon leaning on the bench beside Pei Qian, confident enough to fight!
Why, fight the injustice for your master? Then let us follow the rules of the rivers and lakes, let Master Ning give up our seats, just sit here and join hands. We will agree in advance, and we will stop when we click. Don't hurt anyone. Whoever leaves the bench will lose.
Pei Qian smiled silently, as if he only said two words, not dare.
Do you understand me?
Don't understand.
The two sides just made eye contact, and both sides could see clearly.
Pei Qian was a little curious, where she was so naive, after thinking about it, she quickly glanced at the girl's state of mind, froze, and Pei Qian immediately put away and looked at it.
The little girl in the girl's mind is completely different from the cheerful and lively the surface.
After Chen Ping'an and Su Lang parted, they returned to the inn soon, and saw the disciple of the Kaishan and the proud student, which was also very surprised.
Pei Qian and Cao Sunny got up at the same time.
Chen Ping'an walked quickly and waved at the two with a smile.
In this scene, the girl nodded secretly. Most of it was a serious sect. It was a bit regular. This foreigner named Chen Ping’an seemed to be quite prestigious in her sect, but she didn’t know who their head was. , Is not very old, is not high in boxing skills, and can not beat the masters of the nearby martial arts centers.
And look at that young man, a scholar, who has caught up with the seeds of reading in Yichi Lane.
She was even more certain that Master Ning's school was not a wild way.
Chen Pingan sat next to Cao Qingqing and asked, "Why are you here?"
Pei Qian pursed his mouth and dared not laugh.
Master and Madam are exactly the same opening remarks.
Cao Sunny explained it again to her husband.
Chen Ping'an thought for a while and asked, "Have Cui Dongshan ever said before, why is it recommended that you keep your status as the editor and repair officer of the Hanlin Academy."
Cao Sunny shook his head and said, "Little brother didn't say that, because he saw me insisting on resigning, he withdrew his words."
Chen Ping'an turned his head and said, "Then don't worry about resigning, Pei Qian, then Feijian will send a letter and ask Cui Dongshan for the details."
Cao Sunny heard what he meant, and asked softly: "Mr. is the same as the younger brother, and I hope that I will keep the official status?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Nonsense, we are from the Wensheng line. Although Zhao Yao is now the highest official in the court, he is a servant of the criminal ministry, but he is not a clear one, and the road is not right. He belongs to the court. You are different if you are a talented person. If you resign from office, if you resign, you will lose half of your skills."
Cao Qingqing was speechless.
Chen Ping’an stretched out a hand and patted Cao Sunny’s shoulder, saying:
When I didn’t come to the capital, I didn’t think there was anything, but it turned out to be here, especially after visiting the government office in Nanxunfang. Finding that you didn't get the No. 1 pick in the exam and failed to win the world, Mr. is still a bit disappointed."
Lin Junbi's boy is now the national teacher of the Shaoyuan Dynasty.
It's okay, my own student will soon become the youngest master of the Haoran Jiuzhou sect. It is hard to say that there is no one who has come after. It is destined to be unprecedented.
Earlier, Chen Ping'an and her husband had talked specifically about this matter, and they felt that it was not appropriate to make an exception, because Cao Qingqing was too early to enter the Yupu realm, so he would be given the status of acting suzerain of the Fallen Mountain Sect.
Cao Sunny became more and more helpless, "Students can't take the exam again. Moreover, it may be good to say that they can try the ranking, but no one dares to say that they will win the championship."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "I've seen that Xunqu, you two have a good vision of making friends."
Cao Qingqing was a little worried, but was relieved soon.
The worry is that Xunqu will be involved in the officialdom of the Dali court, but if the husband does things, what to worry about, even if it is a bad thing, can turn into a good thing.
Ning Yao asked heartily, "Still don't worry about the wild world?"
Chen Ping'an gave a hum, with his hands in his sleeves, his figure buckled, and his expression helplessly said: "It's hard to rest assured."
Ning Yao asked: "Then we take a trip to the Great Wall of Jianqi?"
Chen Ping'an was puzzled: "This side of the capital?"
In fact, he went to the Great Wall of Jianqi, and he couldn't help much. If he really wanted to blend in, it would only help.
But even if you take a closer look, whether it is the site of the Great Wall of Jianqi, or the Four Guiding Ruins named Tianmu, Tattoo, Shenxiang and Sunchan by the Confucian Temple, or the three ferry crossings of Bingzhu, Zouma, and Dimai created by Haoran World , All casually.
Ning Yao said, "What do you want to do so much? You make an agreement with that short winter melon for a ten-year period, and the big deal is to ask Pei Qian to give the imperial palace a sentence, saying that when you are not in the capital, that ten-year time will not be counted. Even if she doesn’t agree, it’s up to you."
Chen Ping'an's eyes lit up, it's feasible.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Ning Yao got up, he took his seat again, "Forget it, you are too slow on your way, maybe you are still halfway, and Shanshuidi will report the result."
Chen Pingan was dumbfounded and rubbed his chin. Could it be that he waited for his husband to come back and asked him to ask for a holy prayer? If you ask for it yourself, it's not appropriate, you still have to let your husband go.
Suddenly, two scholars appeared at the entrance of the inn, both of them came from the Confucian Temple across the continent. One is old and the other is middle-aged. The latter smiled and said, "Too slow? Not necessarily. Go ahead. Where do you want to go."