Chapter 844: Return to the Great Wall of Jianqi

The gentleman who returned from the Middle-earth Confucian Temple really brought the saints to Aquarius.
Chen Ping'an and the others all got up immediately, and Cao Sunny and his husband made a bow together. Pei Qian saw his wife holding a fist in a bow, and he would behave like this, otherwise he would be awkward.
Only the girl in the inn was a little embarrassed, so she had to follow her up, looking from left to right, and finally chose to hold a fist with Master Ning. They were all informal children.
She was wondering just now, what kind of martial arts sect is this, and the words are silent, is it the long-lost sound transmission in the rivers and lakes?
The young girl wondered whether Master's gang was actually a nest of super masters?
I never thought that a scholar ran out again at this moment, and she suddenly lost her mind. Whether Master Ning came from a sect of Jianghu who was hiding in the corner of the corner, it was uncertain.
Ning Yao touched the girl's head and smiled: "You go back to the inn first, and promise not to steal your bench."
The girl hummed, and it didn’t make much sense to stay here. She crossed the threshold alone, and leaned over the counter when she entered the inn. She whispered to her father:
Father, there is a new scholar who doesn’t know him. He is quite tall. Looks quite bookish, it can't be said that he is a senior scholar who is a high official."
The old shopkeeper was flipping through the book while drinking at the side dish. He didn't bother to turn his head and look outside, and smiled: "Are there fewer scholars in Yichi Lane?"
Outside the inn, the Saint of Li smiled to Cao Sunny and said, "It's rare."
Cao Qingqing made another move.
The old scholars and the disciples of the closed door can only assume that they have not heard the implication of Li Sheng.
Except for Cao Sunny, who is a rare seed for reading.
Wen Sheng's line is difficult to find a scholar who is not like Wen Sheng's line.
Li Sheng turned his head to look at Pei Qian and said, "It's okay to take a look."
Pei Qian shook his head.
How dare she just look at the mood of Li Sheng.
Li Sheng finally said to Ning Yao: "As long as you are still the first person in Wucai Tianxia, ​​then there are some unwritten rules, at least in Haoran Tianxia, ​​you must abide by it. When you return to Wucai Tianxia, ​​even if the sky falls, I don’t care, because I, like the Confucian Temple, need to abide by certain rules. Ning Yao, remember that any mountain powerhouse does whatever he wants, no matter whether the starting point is good or bad, there is a world in which we live. A huge impact, many invisible effects, may last for thousands of years."
There is no emphasis on words, no stern words, or even the meaning of beating. The saint of rites just speaks a common truth in a normal tone.
Ning Yao was silent.
The old scholar coughed slightly, and Chen Ping'an immediately asked, "Mr. Li Sheng, why don't you go to my brother's house and sit for a while?"
Li Sheng nodded and said: "Okay."
As the group went to that alley, Li Sheng looked at the streets of Dali Capital City all the way, and indeed he hadn't set foot on Aquarius Island for many years.
Chen Pingan asked: "Mr. Lisheng, can you not send me and Ning Yao to the wild world, and only help me and Ning Yao return to the Haoran World from a certain place."
The same is only to let the saint of rites take one shot.
"Some place? Isn't it Tuoyue Mountain?"
Li Sheng smiled and said: "Relying on those three mountain charms, crossing two worlds, as you can imagine, the injury has not been fully healed. If you do this, it will only worsen the situation. He intends to sleep in Tuoyue Mountain for a few days first, so that Ning Yao Discuss with the big demon guarding the gate of Tuoyue Mountain. After you rest well, you and Ning Yao will demolish the Patriarch’s Hall? It’s such a good thing. I can go to Tuoyue Mountain by myself. They waited two or three days and gave me half of the incense kung fu."
Chen Ping'an nodded, and gave up the idea without hesitation, "Understood."
In fact, Chen Pingan had already had a rough estimate in his mind when Ning Yao proposed to take a trip to the Great Wall of Sword Qi before. The sequelae of the world, and the underestimation of the Tuoyue Mountain prohibition, since the saint of rites gave this final result, Chen Ping’an can go back and verify the effect of the Sanshan Talisman, and even roughly calculate the road that the two worlds now pass. The degree of connection between the gate and the passage to the market.
Li Sheng walked slowly on the street, and continued: "Don’t go to the hospital in a hurry, take 10,000 steps and say, even if Tuo Yue Shan is really broken by you, you still need to do whatever you want on the battlefield where A Liang is. Don't underestimate the mental abilities of the great demon in the wild world."
"I'm not denying your merits as a hidden official. It's just a matter of fact. Back then, all the affairs of the summer residence of your abbot, and the line of the hidden official issuing orders, was able to flow so unimpeded. To a large extent, it was because you got the boss sword immortal everywhere. Asylum, the boss Jianxian gave you the last hermit of his ten thousand years of truth. Replaced by the Shanxia Chaotang, even in the Confucian Temple, no matter who supports you, you will never repeat this matter. ."
"Besides, have you ever thought that Tuo Yueshan might be the person who is really waiting, besides A Liang, it is also you, or even Ning Yao?"
Chen Ping'an just listened carefully.
The old scholar stroked his beard and smiled.
Although the saints of rituals are never the kind of stingy words, in fact, as long as the saints of rituals are reasonable with others, there are a lot of words, but our saints generally do not speak easily.
The old scholar and Ning Yao said in their hearts: "Ning girl, don’t be angry, don’t make it, the saints have always been like this, and they are very rigid. In someone’s words, what is freedom is that we go out on a rainy day with an umbrella in hand. The only thing that is not free is to hold the umbrella and don't get out of the umbrella."
Ning Yao said.
Li Sheng said: "We will talk about the water suspension situation when we get to the house."
At the entrance of the alley, the old monk Liu Jia and the young Zhao Duanming immediately appeared.
Chen Ping An pointed to Pei Qian and Cao Sunny, and explained: "My disciples and students are not outsiders."
Liu Jia moved two steps horizontally, stood in the middle of the alley, pointed at the middle-aged Confucian scholar, and asked Chen Ping An, "Wait a minute, where's this one?"
You kid pretend to be garlic with me and want to make a paste? There is no way to get through.
Chen Ping'an was a little embarrassed. It's okay for my senior to find such an unselfish janitor. Doesn't he really understand the slightest official rules and the sophistication?
Take the lead and lead the way first, and the husband walks side by side with the saint of ceremony behind, and then Ning Yao, Pei Qian and Cao Qingqing are behind.
It's all in this posture, you Liu Jia still can't see the severity?
Li Sheng didn't mind, and smiled and introduced himself: "My name is Yu Ke and I come from the China-Tu Confucian Temple."
Liu Jia thought for a while, shook his head and said, "No matter who you are, don’t blame me for being unkind. If you think I’m inferior to others, I’m up to you. Anyway, I have the rules here, except for Mr. Cui’s article. The scholars in the veins, or the people doing business in the Dali court, don't even want to enter this alley except for the two."
The Middle-earth Confucian Temple is amazing, there are not many good birds.
In the early years, Cui Guoshi sadly returned to his hometown and returned to his hometown of Aquarius, and eventually became Dali Guoshi. In the final analysis, isn't it just for your Confucian Temple?
Chen Ping’an feels weak, but in fact, he deliberately gave this old teacher Liu a chance to be close to the ritual Shengpan, just ask a few words, Liu Jia is good, and he is addicted to blocking people?
The young Zhao Duanming leaned against the wall, eating peanuts to watch the fun.
It turns out that his brother Chen winked vigorously at him over there, secretly pointed his finger at the man in Confucian shirt, and then pointed at Mr. Wensheng.
Zhao Duanming is worthy of being a son of the Zhao family in Tianshui. He immediately recovered, his teeth trembled, and he said to his master: "Master, he seems to be... the saint of rites. The saint of literary temple rites!"
Without the presence of Mr. Wen Sheng, and the hint of Brother Chen, the boy would not be recognized even if he was killed. Who can believe that the saint of rites will really come to him? If I ran back to my house and vowed to say that I had seen the saint of ceremony, my grandfather wouldn't have to laugh, hehe, did the silly boy thunder again?
As a child of the Shangzhu Kingdom surname, especially a man, there is no lack of respect for Confucian temples. It is normal not to recognize the master of Wensheng. It is a bit far from the appearance of the real person, and the deity of Wensheng The hanging statues have been removed for more than a hundred years, but the rituals are different. They are hung in various Confucian temples year after year, and they just accompany the Holy Master.
The old monk sullen his face, waved his big hand, moved several steps horizontally, and gave way.
When the group of people stepped into the alley and almost walked to the door of the house, the young man was willing to turn his head and retract his gaze, and found that his master had been facing the street and his eyes were dull, that was sweating.
In the end, the master and apprentice squatted together in the alley. The old monk even made an exception and offered the young man a pot of wine, and then drank silently together.
"Master."
"What are you doing?"
"Don't tell me, your old man is really a man. I used to think you were bragging. You were not young and handsome. There were countless female heroines and fairies who admired you, but you were hard-hearted, so that the teachers of the country could take a high look. It’s true. If you talk about those old almanacs in the future, I won’t be deaf to my ears.

"Shut up and drink your wine."
"Master, I think it's going to be like the current situation. Next time the person who stops us should be the Holy Master, right?"
"go away!"
"Master, what are you doing with me anxiously? Fortunately, I remind him that he is a saint."
"Some salted peanuts."
Outside the Renyun Yiyun Building, the small courtyard is quiet, with ordinary bluestone slabs. On both sides of the yard, there are a few green plantains and a lonely old thin plum tree. It is straight and shapeless.
The four people sat around the stone table, and the youngest generations, Cao Sunny and Pei Qian, stood there.
Cao Sunny stood behind his husband, and Pei Qian stood beside his wife.
Chen Pingan took out a jar of Hundred Flower Stuffed Rice and four Flower God Cups.
Li Sheng smiled and said, "It turned out to be Hundred Flower Stuffed Rice. I haven't drank it for many years."
The old scholar stood up and said: "Peace, you just sit, just sit, I'll pour wine for the saint of ceremony."
"Sir, I can do this kind of thing."
"No need, you finally went back to your hometown. You still have to worry about it every day. You don't have any leisure at all. It's not for guarding the gate of Taiping Mountain. There was a conflict with people. Even the immortals are provoked. I cleared the door with Zhengyang Mountain, changed my atmosphere, and visited the Confucian Temple without mentioning anything else. I just had a face-to-face meeting, and I entered the eyes of Old Master Li. How did the old antique look higher than the top? Speaking prickly, to be honest, even I stunned him, and now you are here again in this big city to help sort out the veins, check the omissions and fill in the vacancies as much as you can, and the result is not bad, if you avenge your grievances, don’t you have a moment of peace of mind, sir. I feel distressed, if I don’t do any trivial things for you, Mr., will not be strong in his heart!"
Li Sheng looked at the two quarreling two, smiled and said: "Why don't I pour the wine?"
As for the yin and yang weirdness and innuendo of old scholars, just get used to it. In the early days of the Confucian Temple, the old scholar did not say anything less. Anyway, he was alone in the context of a context, and he spits casually, without any concerns about accidental injury.
The old scholar sat back angrily, and the disciples who closed the door poured the wine, followed by the guest saints, his husband, Ning girl, and Chen Ping An himself.
Before drinking, Li Sheng said: "Wait a moment, go back twice."
The old scholar hurriedly said: "Why is the saint of rites like this."
It was just between the sparks and flints, the old scholar only sighed and said nothing.
Blocking a fart, just such a blink of an eye, the saint of rituals actually "go back" has been completed, and finally returned to the "present".
Going back in time, tracing the origin and following it, the road is hindered and long, which is called "return".
Along the long river of time, in the same direction, swimming along the water and passing the flowing water quickly is to "go."
Li Sheng smiled and said: "There is no danger, you are very careful."
Since I was talking about the purely divine Chen Ping'an, of course, it meant that Chen Ping'an was in front of him, but it was actually no different.
Chen Ping'an stood up and thanked him: "You have worked so hard to pay tribute to Mr. Sheng."
The old scholar cautiously asked, "Holy of rites, how far have you gone?"
This is no small matter!
Li Sheng said: "Don't worry, it's not far."
The old scholar began to show off a fame and skill that even the closed disciples hadn't learned, and played a rogue, "Don't tell me these vain things, just say, how far have you gone!"
Li Sheng turned his head to look at Chen Ping An, his eyes asked, as if the answer was on Chen Ping An's side.
Chen Pingan couldn't pretend to be stupid, so he had to bite the bullet and give the answer in his heart: "Zen has something to say, saying that it's just like nothing."
Just as there is an old saying in Chen Ping’an’s hometown, you can’t talk to outsiders when you make a wish with a bodhisattva.
The old scholar raised his wine glass with both hands, with a smile on his face, "Then I will mention one first, the saint of ceremonies, it is meaningless to drink alone. It's better to let my brothers go one first, you are free, I can't even go three."
A good meal of wine that no one would persuade to drink, was to toss the old scholar with a wave of recklessness.
The saint was really casual, just toasted and took a sip of wine, the old scholar craned his neck, waited, forget it, the saint of ceremony is not enough, so don’t be polite and take a sip. The wine that the disciples finally earned after closing the door, drank it leisurely, and turned back to the few pots of Hundred Flower Stuff that he had to give away.
Chen Ping'an asked a big question: "I was at the inn earlier, has he seen the saint of ceremony?"
Li Sheng nodded.
Chen Pingan was completely speechless.
How can this sort of thing count the order?
According to Master Xu's explanation of words, the upper and lower sides are called the universe, and the universe has been called the universe throughout the ages. Buddhism has the saying that the ten directions are boundless and boundless.
Taoist ancestors once said that things are mixed together, born innately, and cannot be described. The strong word is Tao. Lu Chen said directly that he was drowning in ants, weeds, and dung.
After taking a sip of wine, Li Sheng said coldly: "If you want to be among the fifteenth realms, you need to completely transcend all the great imprisonment caused by words."
The old scholar spit out a drink.
Chen Pingan became more and more dumbfounded.
Ning Yao thoughtfully.
Cao Sunny and Pei Qian looked at each other, one with a worried face and the other with pride. The former shook his head slightly, and the latter glared at him.
Li Sheng was about to get up and leave Baopingzhou and Chen Ping'an and Ning Yao to the Jianqi Great Wall site.
The sequelae of the "Solid Dissolution" of the Great Ancestor of the Wilderness was too great, and he needed him to break the cocoon little by little.
The old scholar hurriedly wiped his mouth and took the other party’s arm, "I just drank a glass of wine and left without giving face? Let’s talk again, just a few more words, nothing will be delayed, let’s talk about it, my protagonist will be passed on again. Well, how much to save me some face."
Chen Ping'an immediately poured a glass of wine for Li Sheng, because there were still many doubts in his heart, he wanted to take the opportunity to ask Li Sheng.
Ning Yao, Pei Qian, and Cao Sunny were all silent.
Most people really want face, they wouldn't speak like this.
Li Sheng had to re-seat.
Chen Pingan asked heartily: "Sir, the real name and surname of the saint of rites, the surname Yu, the one who abides by it? Or is it the guest of the guest?
Regarding the name of Li Sheng, there is no record in the book, and Chen Pingan has never heard of it before.
Li Sheng said: "It's the latter."
Chen Pingan was a little embarrassed. On the side of the saint of rituals, those who are silent are really meaningless.
Li Sheng smiled and said: "Abide by the rules? Actually, it doesn't count. I am only responsible for making etiquette."
Chen Pingan took a sip of wine.
Similar words, probably like Aliang said I brag? Ning Yao said that the sword needs to be practiced? The real fire dragon said that he knew something about Dao Fa. The eldest Jianxian said that he was in the Great Wall of Jianqi, and said he didn't count anything.
After pouring a glass of wine for her husband, Chen Ping'an asked, "Is the tomb created by the ascending ghost in the sea the "hanging mound" recorded in ancient books?"
Such tombs often belonged to ancient emperors alone, with numerous institutions inside, neither feathering up, nor entering the darkness of the Yellow Springs, just like a kind of alternative "immortality", which is immortal, and is not restricted by any road. It's just that in the Haoran world, there have always been written records, and there has not been a physical object for thousands of years, so that even the monks on the mountain have regarded it as a kind of strange and mysterious nonsense.
Li Sheng nodded and said: "It is true."
Chen Pingan raised his head and glanced at the sky.
That Wen Hai's thoroughness is just so lingering.
The ascending ghost that was found by Ning Yao must be a deeply buried chess piece in the barren world. For example, when Haoran was aggressively attacking the barren world, it suddenly smashed a route to the market, monks, and ferry. In addition to the damage to the soldiers and horses, this is a nearly fatal blow to the hearts of the people in the world, and any gas trainer will feel anxious.
On the battlefield of the wild world, the monks on the mountain and the soldiers of the various dynasties will worry about retreat, and those who have not yet rushed to the battlefield have to worry about it. Whether they can live to see the scenery of the wild world, it seems impossible to say.
It’s just the most terrifying thing, or the
in case
. Even if this result has been reached long ago, it’s even more terrifying than the most terrifying. Naturally, Wen Hai deliberately did it deliberately, not hesitating to squander the life of an Ascending Realm ghost, and let Haoran go into the wild The world is safer, more stable, and more at ease, and I feel that there is no more scruples and hidden worries.
On Ning Yao's side, Chen Ping'an has always had something to say, so this worry is straightforward and straight to Ning Yao.
Ning Yao’s answer couldn’t be simpler. I’m only responsible for making swords on the unpleasant personnel. I can’t control the rest. If you want to think about it, think about it. If you don’t want to, just say hello to the Confucian Temple and make them want to go. .
Chen Ping An agreed with a smile at the time, saying that he could think about it, no matter how much he could, he would not think about it.
Probably because only this kind of Ning Yao can make Chen Ping'an talk about his thoughts, thoughts, and no taboos.
All the thoughts in the world cannot just be kept, otherwise everyone who thinks a lot and thinks well may be a bitter face.
Chen Pingan asked: "Does the Confucian Temple have similar arrangements?"
Li Sheng smiled and said, "Of course, it's not impolite to come and go."
Finally, Chen Ping’an asked a question that had been hidden in his heart for many years,
In the 13th battle of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, did the Lu family of the Yin-Yang family of Middle-earth harbor evil intentions?

The wild world and the Great Wall of Jianqi each sent thirteen people to catch each other and fight.
Xiao Deng, Lu Zhi, Ning Yao's parents, Yue Qing, Mi Hu, Zhang Lu, Yao Chongdao, Li Tuimi...
The lists of both sides are fixed and clear. The paper strengths of both sides are roughly the same, and the key depends on the order.
Regarding the ranking arrangement, it was finally proved that the sword repair that was extremely unfavorable to the Great Wall of Sword Qi was simply a trap of falling into the wild world step by step.
For example, Ning Yao's parents and Zhang Lu lost to Shouchen, if it weren't for Aliang to play at the bottom, the sword would be a soaring demon, the Great Wall of Sword Qi would lose all the games.
An ancestor of the Lu family used to specialize in secret secrets, and for this reason he lost his Dao cultivation level, and he was not even a proclaimed fairyland, but a genuine ascendant monk.
Li Sheng shook his head and said, "The opponent is better. The Confucian Temple learned afterwards that it was the savage rising from the outside world, that is, the old man who appeared in Tuoyueshan with Xiao Xun during the last discussion. The ancient gods secretly used the method of shifting stars and changing battles together to calculate the Lu family of the Yin and Yang family. If there is no accident, the first rise to do this is a careful secret instruction, and it can be counted by this."
Let Haoran lose an ascending realm of Yin-Yang family monk.
Damage part of the top combat power of the Great Wall of Sword Qi.
In the eyes of ordinary monks who are not on the top of the mountain, one city of sword repair can win a war. Such a wild world, even if it hits the world, what storms can be created.
Since he didn't understand the strategy of the military, he would only fight brute force, and the top combat power was still so unhelpful. By the time Haoran, he was just shut down and beaten up.
Li Sheng asked: "If it weren't for this answer, what would you do?"
Cao Sunny, who had been standing, held his breath and clenched his fists.
Pei Qian narrowed his eyes.
The old scholar is there instead.
Chen Pingan replied truthfully: "The Lu family of the Yin and Yang family will be the next Zhengyang Mountain, and it may be even worse."
Li Sheng smiled and said: "I have seen some grievances on the mountain."
The old scholar helped to add, "No, I don't care."
Chen Pingan hesitated to speak but stopped.
Li Sheng gave an example, "Man and grasshopper."
None of them asked anything, but one gave an inexplicable answer.
Chen Pingan nodded and understood.
Ning Yao was too lazy to think, and finally started to toast and drink. Cao Sunny was puzzled, Pei Qian looked blank and confused.
With a broken leg, the grasshopper can still jump alive.
And as a person with the strength of spiritual beings, leaving aside the cultivator, he can't have this powerful vitality.
As soon as Chen Pingan heard this metaphor, he immediately thought of the Xianjia ferry. In Chen Pingan’s earlier imagination, a ferry that shuttles through the sea of ​​clouds is logically interlocking and extremely sophisticated. But in fact, one The construction and composition of the Xianjia ferry, except for the secret key formation center, in addition to everything, is actually far more... rough than Chen Ping's imagination.
So in the same way, the whole world and the world need a certain degree of gap and distance. The same is true for the Master of Heaven and Earth that my husband proposed. It is not blindly close, it is a good thing.
If Li Sheng had strict control over Haoran’s affairs, then Haoran World would definitely not be what Haoran World is today. As for whether it might be better or worse, no one knows the result except Li Sheng himself. . The final fact is that the ritual still chooses to close one eye to many things. Why? Is it intentional to raise all kinds of people with the same rice? Is it tolerant of certain errors, or does it feel that making a mistake itself is a kind of human nature, and is keeping a distance from the divine, and that is why people are humans?
Cui Dongshan once put forward an extremely weird argument. Someone becomes a Confucian saint with full merit, or becomes a Buddha, or becomes a real person of Bai Yujing. It is actually a good thing, so if one day, everyone is really good. Is he a saint without fault? Assuming everyone is a literary saint and a sub-sage, what scene? Tens of millions of people are one? Is it a great blessing, or will we, ordinary masters who have not cultivated enough, feel a little bit lingering today?
Chen Ping'an thought more and more far, and he didn't realize it. When he picked up the wine glass and drank a sip, he recovered and immediately curbed the complicated thoughts of wandering thousands of miles.
Li Sheng said: "Where are you going after you think about it?"
Chen Pingan said: "The Great Wall of Sword Qi."
The old scholar was sneaky and started winking at the saint of ceremony.
Li Sheng shook his head, meaningless things have proved that you, a closed disciple, have no possibility of shaping the outer body of the Yin and Yang God.
The old scholar still doesn't give up, try again.
The saint still shook his head.
The old scholar lifted his chin and squinted in the direction that imitated Bai Yujing. I had a fight anyway, and I also quarreled the old master who disliked the Confucian Temple.
Li Sheng ignored him and stood up. The old scholar had already come to Li Sheng's side and stretched out his hands.
Li Sheng had no choice but to say to Chen Ping'an: "This trip to the Great Wall of Sword Qi, your situation will be similar to that of the Confucian Temple, similar to Yinshen traveling far away from the body."
Chen Ping An nodded, then stretched out a hand, holding the long sword Yeyou in his hand.
Just so, there happened to be something big or small in the capital, which made Chen Ping'an more careful. If he can really use the stones from other mountains to tap jade, he can verify what he thinks, and maybe he can answer the student Cui Dongshan’s proposal. The final answer to the question may still be wrong, but at any rate it is an answer from the husband to the students.
In the next moment, it was like only Ning Yao disappeared out of thin air, and Chen Ping'an who was left behind, except for the Yeyou Sword in his hand.
Li Sheng walked to the courtyard gate, and both Lao Xiucai and Chen Pingan followed.
Chen Ping'an turned his head and smiled at the two student disciples: "You can go to the library to find books, and you can take the ones you like. You are welcome."
Cao Qingqing and Pei Qian entered the bookstore. Pei Qian didn't plan to borrow books, but saw that Cao Qingqing was similar to a bandit, and they were no thieves. In the blink of an eye, he took several copies.
Pei Qian said in a bad mood: "You almost get it."
Cao Sunny ignored her, and soon changed from holding a pile of books in his hand to holding a pile of books, looking at the posture, it was the kind of borrowed money.
Pei Qian had nothing to do with him, and felt that he was still the self he was when he was a child, and he had already kicked it.
Cao Sunny said for no reason: "Do you have a booklet to record Mr. chestnut?"
Pei Qian said angrily: "How did you know?!"
Neither Sister Nuanshu nor Millet knew about this.
She did treasure a book secretly, more hidden than all the account books, and was secretly named "Chestnut Collection" by her...
The chestnuts that Master struck each time, the time and place, and the specific reasons are recorded in detail.
Cao Sunny turned his head and said with a look of surprise: "Is there really any? No, I have to tell my husband to go."
Guess casually.
Pei Qian laughed, fingers interlaced, you guys want to sue, then don't blame me for not reciting fellowship.
Cao Yingqing smiled and said: "Just kidding. By the way, do you know that, in fact, your husband is very worried about you now, too much like him."
Pei Qian was stunned for a moment and frowned: "I learned from Master to walk the rivers and lakes, but I don't always learn like it. Besides, if I learn like this one day, it will be my own way."
After a moment of silence, Pei Qian seemed to mutter to himself, "Master, don't worry about this."
Cao Sunny asked: "Say these words to Master by yourself."
Pei Qian sat on the threshold with his back facing so many books, and said, "I dare not."
Cao Qingqing faced the bookshelf and turned his back to the door, and said to himself: "If you dare not say anything, Master will always worry about you. Only if you say it, Master will be true. Don't worry, because you will feel that you have really grown up."
Pei Qian did not speak for a long time.
Cao Sunny had been looking for and picking up books, and then said, "Then I will tell you something in my heart. I will never forgive the money when I was a kid. I may never forgive it in the future. On the Great Wall of Qi, I wanted to make my husband and younger brother relieved, so I lied. But the current master sister, I think it’s good."
Turning his back to Cao Sunny's Pei Qian, his eyes became red.
Because she actually knew that Cao Sunny didn't lie at all that time. The one who really lied was today.
Pei Qian sat on the threshold, bowed his head and hugged his knees.
Cao Qingqing turned his head and asked, "Pei Qian, I have taken too many books, lend me a square inch?"
Pei Qian said dullly: "Get out."
Cao Sunny smiled and said, "It's the interest."
Seeing that Pei Qian never reacted, Cao Sunny had to give up.
Near the gate of the house, Chen Ping'an suddenly stopped and turned to look at Renyun Yiyun Tower.
Back then, when I walked out of the rain alley with Cao Sunny under the umbrella, there was a black charcoal girl who stood alone at the door for a long time.
Li Sheng and Lao Xiu continued to move forward, and stopped until they reached the door.
Chen Ping An took a deep breath, turned his head, and walked quickly towards the door.
The Confucian Temple, or the saint of rites, was in fact the same predicament as his brother Cui Yong.
When Cui Yang visited Luopo Mountain, he had an open and honest dialogue with Chen Pingan.
Did anyone believe me? Even if some people believe it, will something good happen?
Maybe they knew the truth early, but more people chose to take the initiative to open the door to welcome guests. The advancement of the wild world became smoother, completely smashing Fuyaozhou and Tongyezhou, and taking Baopingzhou at the fastest speed. After that, many forces from Jinjiazhou, Liuxiazhou, Aieizhou, and the three continents fell directly without fighting. In the end, only Beiju Luzhou and South Posuozhou will accompany the Zhongtu Shenzhou negative corner to resist, and then fall one after another...
In Chen Ping'an's view, the three people who have worked hardest in the world for thousands of years are the saints of rituals who are in harmony with the awe-inspiring world, the elder sword immortal of the Great Wall of Jianqi and the old man in the backyard of the medicine shop.
The three of them seemed to be in prison for 10,000 years.
In Chen Ping'an's eyes, Grandpa Yang, regardless of whether he has long-term calculations, even if he knows the identity of the old man later, in his eyes, Grandpa Yang has always been a human, not a young boy Tianjun who is in charge of an ascending platform.
Li Sheng said: "Talk to Ning Yao, she still needs to go to the Confucian Temple."
Chen Ping An agreed.
It is not the Li Sheng and the Confucian Temple who are putting on airs, but the Confucian Temple's recognition of Ning Yao's identity.
Chen Ping'an made an effort, and did not get up for a long time.
The old Xiucai patted the closed disciple's arm lightly, and Chen Ping'an got up.
Looking at the young man's clear eyes, Li Sheng smiled and said, "It's nothing."
Many good reasons are empty, because the reasoning person has never felt the same way, and the reasoning person is not in sorrow and joy, and cannot really compare the heart.
Just like in the early years in the Rouge County of Caiyi Country, when the little girl Zhao Luan suffered a catastrophe, she was only naturally close to Chen Ping An, a stranger.
Because of the same suffering.
The beauty of people is in the eyes. Being silent for a moment is better than a thousand words.
Chen Ping'an had only been in the Great Wall of Sword Qi for so many years, and he was almost crazy, so he knew more about the efforts of the boss and the saint. The same reason, so the saint of rites will answer nothing.
Before Li Sheng left, he smiled and said: "Just talk about preaching and teaching karma to solve puzzles. It's the same as your husband, very good."
The old scholar stomped his feet and complained: "Sage of etiquette, this kind of sincere language, is not better to keep it when discussing matters in the Confucian Temple?!"
Li Sheng glanced diagonally at the old scholar.
The old scholar immediately turned to the wind and greeted the rudder, and smiled heartily: "Now that is also very good, you don't need too many ears to listen to good things."
After crossing the threshold, Li Sheng returned to Middle-earth in an instant.
The old scholar took Chen Ping'an into the alley, "Treasure girl Ning, except you, no one can make her feel so sullen."
Chen Ping'an was at a loss, wondering why his husband would say so.
It is rare for an old scholar to be on the side of this closed disciple. Wanting to get angry, he raised his hand subconsciously and immediately withdrew his hand. He almost regarded it as a silly and big one. In the end, he just smiled and said: "Smelly boy, this time it is not a pretense. Stupid, really stupid! Don’t pretend to be stupid when you should be stupid, and don’t open your mind when you shouldn’t be stupid, you didn’t find out, girl Ning’s this awe-inspiring trip, she is on your side, is she always active? Provoking the conversation just to make you say a few more words?"
Chen Pingan scratched his head, as if that was the case.
The old scholar caressed his beard and smiled. The man and woman love each other. As a husband, he still has some knowledge to teach his disciples.
Chen Ping'an said: "Sir, the order should not be chaotic. No matter how good the knowledge is, there is no foundation in front. They are all sky attic."
The old scholar thought for a while, helpless and relieved, and nodded and said, "Yes, too."
Suddenly hey, the old Xiucai said, "I miss my brother Bai Ye a little bit. I listened to the meaning of Li Sheng. He already has the first natal flying sword, but I don’t know the dozens of names I helped pick earlier Which one has it."
Chen Pingan said in shock: "Mr. Bai is already a sword repairman?"
The old scholar nodded, "No."
The old scholar touched his head, "What a perfect match."
Chen Ping'an was puzzled: "Sir, what's the point?"
The old Xiucai said, "Didn't Bai Ye become a child? He has to find himself wearing a tiger head hat, sir, I can't stop how I persuade him."
Chen Ping'an thought for a while, then echoed: "That's about the same as I can't stop Liu Jinglong from drinking."
In the back alley, the two students looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

The carriage stopped at the gate of a Taoist temple, and the little novice said, "Miss Zhou, we are here."
Zhou Haijing stepped down the carriage and looked at the door face, which was small enough to look like the woman with the Guazi face, and said, "Ge Daolu, is it possible that your Daozheng master is practising the Law of Longevity in such a small Taoist temple? After getting started, it is a fairy family mansion with a cave in a strange land.
Giant, a lot of fairy birds and beasts? "
Ge Ling explained with a smile: "It's not as mysterious as Miss Zhou said, and it's not too big inside. It's just an ordinary four-entry courtyard. The Taoist priests who live here all the year round, the six divisions of the Taoist Academy, and the three or four people in each division. There are only twenty Taoist priests, and half of them cannot live in a private room."
Zhou Haijing smiled and said, "The sparrow is small and has all five internal organs."
Zhou Haijing turned her head and asked the little bald head: "You are a little monk who comes to Taoism, don't you make a taboo?"
The little novice monk folded his hands and shook his head and said: "The world in the ten directions is pure land.
Zhou Haijing thought this little bald-headed speech was quite interesting, "When I was dangling on the rivers and lakes, I saw some monks who are known as Buddhist dragon elephants. They had the courage to call the Buddha and scold the ancestor. Do you dare?"
The little novice monk shook his head like a rattle, "Don't dare not, the little novice monk now knows the seven orifices of the Dharma, how can he be disrespectful to the Buddha."
Zhou Haijing asked casually: "The monk I saw, isn't it that... slander Buddha?"
The young novice monk patiently explained: "The level of the Dharma, regardless of whether the fighting skills are good or bad, has nothing to do with whether they are practitioners. Those who have attained the Tao, claiming to be the super-Buddha and the ancestor, have great Zen opportunities. It's not nonsense. It's just that they can say that, but the little novices can't learn this way now, or they will be like falling into a devil's cave..."
Alas, it's better to chat with Mr. Chen, save worry and effort.
Listening to the endless talk of the little monk, Zhou Haijing regretted mentioning it.
Fortunately, the Taoist temple is so big, and Ge Ling has taken them to a side house, which is where his Daolu master’s genealogy office is located. A chair and a bench for guests. Ge Ling moved the chair. The little novice monk sat on the bench, and Ge Ling poured two bowls of water for Zhou Haijing and the little novice monk. Zhou Haijing waved his hand and said with a smile: "I'm afraid you secretly took off the Mongolian sweat medicine and went out, especially for women. Be careful."
Ge Ling had to leave the bowl of water for himself, and never thought Zhou Haijing stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "Ge Daolu can't make a joke too much."
The little novice monk didn't rush to drink water, looked down at the water in the bowl, and looked carefully.
A pot of water in Buddha's view contains forty-eight thousand insects.
Zhou Haijing saw the scene of the little bald head out of the corner of her eyes, and she was stunned. Damn, could it be possible that this decent Ge Daolu could really do that kind of act?
Ge Ling really didn't know what kind of road the great master of Wuping took.
Song Xu hurried over, and Zhou Haijing deliberately waited until the footsteps were near the door of the house before looking up.
Yo, the master is here.
Song Xu crossed the threshold and saw that there was no place to sit. He signaled that Ge Ling and the young novice monk did not have to give up their seats, held fists with Zhou Haijing, and said straightforwardly: "My name is Song Mingxu, and I came from the Song family in Weixiang, Hua County. , Now a sword repairman, officially invited Master Zhou to join our earthly branch."
Zhou Haijing spouted water on the spot.
No matter how lonely and ignorant she is, she still knows where the Longxing land of the Song family of Dali is.
What's wrong, the old lady's mouth has been opened, even if the emperor's majesty hasn't looked at the beauty of the people, she will look at a royal child. Are you really ready to hide in the golden house?
Unknown Song Xu went inside and turned to look at Ge Ling.
Ge Ling smiled and said: "On the way here, Miss Zhou joked whether she would be chosen by her majesty and be selected into the palace."
Song Xu smiled and said, "Zong Master Zhou has thought about it too much, don't worry about this. Your Majesty will not act like this, and I have no such disrespect."
Zhou Haijing said solemnly: "Don't, why don't you be disrespectful, Ge Zhenren, can you give me a separate house and let me put on makeup first."
Song Xu and Ge Ling looked at each other. The little novice monk held the bowl in one hand, lowered his head to face a bowl of water, and recited Amitabha.
Ge Ling explained in detail: "Song Xu is our second prince of the Dayi Dynasty."
Zhou Haijing sighed, but it was a sword repairman.
Song Xu did not have any extra polite greetings, and roughly explained the origins of the Earthly Branches and the pros and cons of becoming a member of Zhou Haijing.
In fact, the so-called drawbacks are really nothing. At most, they cannot rely on their identity to kill innocent people. As long as they do not identify themselves with others, the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Justice will not even take care of any personal grievances, but the premise is that they cannot cause too much damage. The interests of the Li Dynasty. Then there is the opportunity for them to fight each other. It will not be too many. It is very likely that there will be no one in the entire 100 years. But as long as it is their turn, the opponents they will target must all start in the fairyland, Song He continued to speak without taboos, with great sincerity, and directly reported a series of imaginary enemies, the emperors of Weibo, Jinqing, Shenzong Qizhen, Yunlin Jiang Patriarch...maybe after a hundred years, the earthly branch The monks of the same line will break through their own borders. The enemy they need to face at that time, Yuan Huajing will ultimately be responsible for killing with a sword. It will be an unruly Honshu, or a foreign soaring realm passing by Aquarius Island. Great monk.
Zhou Haijing didn't interrupt from beginning to end. After Song Xu finished speaking, she smiled and shook her head and said, "I don't believe there is such a good thing in the world, so I refuse."
Song Xu poured himself a bowl of water, and after drinking it in one breath, he nodded and said, "There is such a good thing."
Zhou Haijing smiled and asked, "If I don't agree, will you buy and sell?"
Song Xu nodded and said, "Yes."
Zhou Haijing rolled his eyes, well, one of them accidentally entered the thief’s den, so the old lady couldn’t get on the thief boat by mistake.
Song Xu said, "Since we have chosen you, you cannot refuse."
The great master of martial arts, even if you look at the mountains and rivers of Aquarius Island, is still rare. On the previous list, there are only a few people. Yu Hong is limited by his martial arts qualifications and is old, and he is destined to be endless. As for the embroidered mother of Beiju Luzhou, who is also a female martial artist at the top of the mountain, the Dali Criminal Department has actually been in contact, and the advice given is to give up.
As for the more suitable Pei Qian...Forget it, no one wants to deal with that hermit now.
Zhou Haijing shook the water bowl, "What if I must refuse? Will I be unable to leave the capital?"
Song Xu nodded and said: "It's bad luck, that's it. If you are lucky, you can escape from the capital by your ability, then you are not allowed to step into the territory of Dali in this life. Once you find it, you will be determined."
Zhou Haijing tutted: "Hey, what I said, I finally believe that you are the second prince of the Song family."
Song Xu smiled and said, "I just said so much."
Zhou Haijing dropped the bowl of water on the table casually, stretched out his thumb, wiped his lips, and slowly said: "By the way, what does it mean to damage Dali's interests too much? Who can help explain."
Ge Ling took the initiative to say: "For example, a person who is in the Dali martial arts, or a certain upper five-level monk in Dali, except for wild repairs."
Zhou Haijing said, silent for a moment, and tentatively asked: "You can't be happy, unconstrained, lawless, kill whoever you want to kill? Don't you, Dali Frontier Army, have all the merits of battle? ?"
Song Xu shook his head and said, "No."
Ge Ling added, "If we really have feuds with these two kinds of people, we can report them in advance. As long as the two servants of the criminal and ritual department have passed, we can still take action, and we can guarantee that there will be no worries."
Zhou Haijing smiled and said: "I am a girl from a fisherman village girl who only dare to walk the rivers and lakes down the mountain, but I don't have the ability to provoke the floating gods on the mountain."
No one spoke up, she had to continue: "Listen to your tone, even if it is the official lords of the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Justice, they can't call you, so you still care about the rules and what to do? Does this count as a group of dragons without a leader? In that case, you do it. Why don't you choose a leading eldest brother yourself, I think His Royal Highness the second prince is very good, good-looking, kind, patient, and high level, much better than Yuan Jianxian who likes to stinks."
Ge Ling said: "The national division has made several untouchable rules, which must be followed."
Zhou Haijing curled his lips, "But the Master of the National Normal University who created the earthly branch by himself is no longer there."
Song Xu shook his head and said, "The real rules are in no one's place."
Zhou Haijing frowned, as if she didn't think this kind of thing would be said from a big prince.
Ge Ling smiled and said: "Miss Zhou, it doesn't matter if you say this here, just don't be heard by the previous Mr. Chen."
The little novice monk stretched out his hand to cover his mouth and whispered: "Maybe I have heard it."
Ge Ling nodded his head with deep approval, and glanced outside. He didn't feel that his Taoist temple's mountain and water restrictions could prevent Chen Ping's flying sword from sneaking in. This hidden official Chen Jianxian did a lot of things...savvy.
In short, they have experienced it personally, more than once, and the cost is more painful than ever.
Song Xu rubbed his eyebrows and looked at the woman who did not believe in evil. In fact, Song Xu was not worried that she would refuse this matter. Instead, he began to worry about whether she would involve the other ten after joining the Earthly Branch. One person.
Zhou Haijing got up and said, "I rented the carriage. Can you return it for me?"
Song Xu smiled and nodded: "Of course it's okay."
Zhou Haijing was very angry, "Do you not only know which store, but also how much money I spent, you can find out exactly what it is?"
Song Xu said: "As long as Zongshi Zhou agrees to be a member of our earthly branch, the criminal ministry will not investigate these privacy. This benefit will take effect immediately."
Zhou Haijing smiled and said, "I will think about such a big matter. I have to think about it before I give you an answer. By the way, can you lend me a non-event card to play around? What about a liar. The only thing you can do with the nothing card is to fake it, and no one dares to fake it."
Song Xu drew out a prepared first-class accidental card from his sleeve, and gently threw it to Zhou Haijing.
Zhou Haijing walked to the door, "Don't give it away, I can't run."
It turned out that no one sent her out, making her half to death.
After Zhou Haijing left the Taoist temple gate, she covered her face and immediately turned into an ordinary woman's appearance. She then wandered all the way and walked back to her residence in the capital.
It’s not a lie to choose a place as Su Lang said. When I first arrived in the capital and went to the temple fair, although she was covered in her face, she couldn’t hide her figure, her chest was bulging. With a thin waist, which man is not greedy when he sees it?
Soon, the two young thief were caught up. They were bold enough. One of them wanted to wipe their hands and feet, and the other was even more excessive and wanted to steal money.
The one who wanted to wipe the oil, seeing that her brows were pretty clean, pinched her cheek and turned it around. The pain made the teenager's face full of tears, as if half of his face was torn off by the woman.
As for the who dared to steal money, he just dislocated his hands and was kicked to the ground by her, rolling on the floor with pain, only to feel that a bitter gall was about to break, and she stepped on the side face. , Use an embroidered shoe to run repeatedly.
After that, she asked the two teenagers to lead the way, saying that she would help find a place to settle, and only one condition was that she did not need to spend money.
Then he found the place where he lived right now. Apart from the fact that it didn't cost any money, the green bamboo sword immortal knew the best way.
Within the city of Dali, there are not only wealthy families like Chi'er Street, who are interested in Chixiang, but also the grievances of frogs at the bottom of the well, and there are also places where cockroaches, dog pirates and horses grow thin.
After walking through a roadside pigsty, Zhou Haijing glanced inside. He was still a little thin. Even if he sneaked into his house in the middle of the night, it seemed that there was not a few catties of meat to stew.
What is the hardest thing to survive the new year?
Is it a poor man without money? Haha, wrong, it's actually a pig.
Zhou Haijing laughed to herself, funny and funny, and she was really funny. In the future, whoever will smoke from his ancestor’s grave and be lucky enough to marry himself will definitely not be bored every day, whether it’s on the bed or under the bed.
Walking in a dark alley, she suddenly stopped and sneered: "Chen Jianxian, as the master of a sect, is he not kind enough to act so sneakily?"
After a while, Zhou Haijing breathed a sigh of relief. Either he had thought about it more or he didn't swindle.
In fact, along the way, she was carefully investigating the surrounding air, but she never found any clues.
Zhou Haijing spit on the ground. These immortal, misty and dog-like cultivators are veritable mountain gods compared to the ordinary people at the bottom of the mountain. They are powerful and extraordinary, and they do things better than the people of the rivers and lakes. If you don't talk about the rules, you can't see it, so what else can you do besides only using force to violate the prohibition.
Along the way, passing by a few alleys with inferior powdery powder scent, chatting with some familiar sisters and sisters, some women persuaded her to pull her into the group, saying that it is easy to make money, Zhou Haijing answered, right? Earning money is fast. Several women laughed so beautifully together that it became harder to hide the wrinkles around their eyes.
Zhou Haijing returned to his residence. It was a secluded and shabby yard with two teenagers squatting at the door.
Zhou Haijing kicked one away, and said with a smile, a handsome young man like you must be careful when going out, maybe one day his will hurt.
She took out the key and opened the door, too lazy to close the door, so she went to the clothes rail to collect the clothes. She stood on her toes, stopped her waist, stretched her arms, and the two teenagers sitting outside the door twisted their necks together. Look at that graceful... shrew.
Zhou Hai's camera didn't turn, and he continued to collect clothes on the bamboo poles, and said with a smile: "Be careful, my old lady will kill you all."
Someone coughed in the alley not far from the courtyard.
Zhou Haijing became furious, "A good Chen Jianxian, you really have a face, why don't you just sit on the bamboo pole and wait for me?!"
Chen Ping'an walked to the door, and after stopping, he clasped his fists and apologized: "It's a crime to come uninvited. Something..."
Zhou Haijing threw out a piece of clothing directly, "Apologize, then die!"
Chen Ping An was facing a major enemy, and instantly avoided sideways, "Then I will come again next time."

On the head of the Jianqi Great Wall ruins, two figures appeared out of thin air, just beside the cliff.
Chen Ping'an looked at the opposite side. Many years ago, he had been standing on the opposite side of the cliff, looking at the gray robe on this side, adding a lizhen at most.
Withdrawing his gaze, Chen Pingan took Ning Yao to find Wei Jin and Cao Jun, swept away, and finally stood in the city head area between the two sword repairmen.
Wei Jin said: "Mr. Zuo has already gone south."
Chen Pingan nodded. Although he had guessed it, he was still worried when he heard the answer.
Sitting on the edge of the city head, looking into the distance.
Ning Yao stood by.
Chen Ping'an hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help asking the two in his heart: "Did my brother talk to you for help?"
Wei Jin said calmly: "Never."
Cao Jun didn't speak with a smile on his face, but just looked at the guy whose face gradually became gloomy. Did he take the wrong medicine? Can't it, a Zhengyang Mountain greeting ceremony, what a romantic sword fairy, people are more popular than others, I want to fight and kill in Aquarius Island and Tongye Island, and I have countless swords, and I haven't gained much fame.
Cao Jun was glanced at by Ning Yao.
Cao Jun had to say: "Here, in addition to teaching swordsmanship, Mr. Zuo has always been too lazy to talk nonsense with me."
Chen Ping An is so talkative, this girl is different.
After talking about this, Cao Jun was not angry, and said angrily: "Chen Ping An! Who said that Mr. Zuo invited me to practice swords here?"
Chen Pingan smiled and asked, "It's me, what's the matter?"
As long as the senior brother didn't let people help, even if this trip went south, the risk was still great, but at least it was not the worst idea Chen Ping'an had previously thought.
Cao Jun glanced at Ning Yao and endured.
Chen Pingan remained silent, just looking into the distance.
Ning Yao sat aside.
Cao Jun remembered something, and said: "Chen Dajianxian, there are many immortal masters who come here to play now, big and small, all of them eat and have nothing to do every day. No personal control, I guess it will happen right now."
Never thought that Chen Pingan was like a deaf man.
Cao Jun said nothing more.
After a long time, Chen Ping'an came back to his senses, turned around and asked, "What did you just say?"
Cao Jun couldn't laugh or cry, lazily raised his hand to hug the back of his head, and said, "It's okay."
Chen Ping'an did not look into the distance this time, but narrowed his eyes, looking at the vast ground beneath his feet.
For thousands of years, how many swordsmen have been repaired, the hometown and foreign land, are here, come like wind and rain, and go like dust.