Sword comes

Chapter 292

The castle stands high among the green mountains and green waters. Above the gate, if you don't look carefully, you won't find a piece of quaint talisman in yellow paper on the left and right sides of the gate.Chen Ping's eyesight is good, and he observes subtle temperament. He saw these two inconspicuous talismans at once, and turned his head to look at Lu Tai. , Chen Pingan silently wrote down the talisman pattern.

There are tens of thousands of talismans in the world, and there are many schools of talismans. There are only three schools that are qualified to be called authentic talismans. The Tianshi Mansion on Longhu Mountain in Zhongtu Shenzhou is one of them. The piece of land under Chen Pingan's feet is the Tongye Sect of Tongyezhou.

The two uninvited guests, Chen Pingan and Lu Tai, were placed in a small courtyard east of Feiying Castle by the steward He Ya, and He Ya personally led them to the residence.

Brothers Huan Chang and Huan Shu bid farewell to them, and made an appointment to live in peace today and have a good rest. There will be a welcome banquet in the main building tomorrow night. I hope Chen Pingan and Lutai can attend the appointment on time.

The bluestone main road in the center of Feiyingbao leads directly to the main building, and the rest of the streets and alleys are criss-crossed. The alleys of yellow soil make Chen Pingan seem to have returned to the Niping Lane and Xinghua Lane in his hometown. The neighbors are Feiying who have lived here for generations. Fort boy, but compared to the mud bottle alley with chicken dung and shit, the alleys here are neat and tidy. Almost every household is planted with peaches, plums and apricot flowers. Children running around and playing, or holding small bamboo swords Wooden knives, competing with each other, or riding a bamboo stick horse, yelling and driving. When they saw the old steward He Ya, they were not afraid. They stopped, called Mr. He, and saluted in a decent manner. Just whistling away, the childish laughter echoed in the alley.

After leading Lu Tai and Chen Pingan to stay, the bookish old manager quickly went to the top floor of the main building and met Huan Yang, the owner of Flying Eagle Castle.

Huan Yang is a beautiful man with a face like a crown of jade. Although he is no longer young, his temples are slightly white, but it adds to Huan Yang's demeanor. In the final analysis, good looks, regardless of gender, are right. It doesn't look good, it's probably all sins.

Huan Yang sat on a quaint arhat couch, and stretched out his hand to signal He Ya to take a seat. The old steward looked down at the mud-covered boots, shook his head with a smile, and moved a chair to sit beside him.

Huan Yang frowned and said, "Uncle He, why did you bring two outsiders into Flying Eagle Castle? They are related to the fairy master on the west mountain?"

He Ya said helplessly: "Whether it matters or not, I can't say for the time being. When we arrived, there was no movement. It was probably the end of the war, and those immortals and monsters withdrew. I secretly left two people there to look for clues. , but nothing was found, it should be the winning side, who used the secret technique of the Xian family to cover up the secret."

Huan Yang smiled wryly and said: "If those two young people are really the legendary immortal masters, that would be fine. I entrusted my relationship to find someone to invite an expert from the outside world. It is almost a month late, so I let him know at that time. Someone sent a secret letter, asking why the master was so late. Just now, I received a reply letter from a friend in the capital. He reprimanded me in the letter, saying that the gods on the mountain high above, the gods and dragons will not see each other. At the end, even the generals and ministers in the capital are hard to meet. It is a great blessing for him to be able to deliver a letter, and finally let the immortal nod and agree to help. If he makes progress and annoys the immortal, be careful that a good thing will turn into a disaster."

Huan Yang looked worried, and asked softly: "Uncle He, you are an old Jianghu, you know some things about the mountains, how do you think this matter should be dealt with, have you just waited forever? Strange things have happened in the castle these years, if there are one or two more, It’s really going to be impossible to wrap the fire with paper. People will be panicked when the time comes, so what should I do?”

He Ya resolutely said: "Friends of the castle master, what you said is true. The fairy family on the mountain is dedicated to Taoism, and their temperament is unpredictable. We ordinary people can't guess at all, so we can only wait honestly."

Huan Yang sighed, grabbed a jug, took a sip of the sorghum brewed by Flying Eagle Fort, "Then just wait. But Flying Eagle Fort really can't afford it. If it wasn't for this, how could I I want you to go on an adventure in the mountains and take the initiative to ask to see that Qi trainer. I thought I was lucky, but I met a master who was good at fairy arts. He was a dead horse and a living horse doctor, and helped us solve the troubles in Feiying Castle. It's worth it to spend all your money."

He Ya hesitated for a moment, carefully choosing his words, and said cautiously: "The reason why I invited those two people into Flying Eagle Castle is because I think that although they are young, they may really be the children of the fairy family on a certain mountain. , to go out to practice. On the way here, I carefully observed their breathing, footsteps and faces. The young man in white robe with the sword on his back is probably a follower, and the remaining young man is not an ordinary master at first glance. His temperament is too good. It's so good."

Huan Yang stroked his beard and smiled and said: "No wonder Miss Shu wants to stick to him. It seems that she has caught her eye. Yes, she has a good eye. She is indeed my Huan Yang's daughter."

Because of the appearance of the young man in green shirt, the old man recalled many past events in the world, and said with a smile: "I used to travel with the old castle master, and I only met two or three people who can have such a similar appearance. Privy envoy, in the early years, he was just a dandy with a lot of wine and sex, but he clearly kept his essence introverted, and it was just a self-pollution method to deceive the outside world."

"Then there is Dou Zizhi, who showed her sharpness when she was just a fledgling. In fact, there were not many people who were optimistic about Dou Zizhi at that time. They were just ordinary geniuses, and they could not be regarded as outstanding. But the old castle owner believed at that time that in the future of Chenxiang Kingdom, Dou Zizhi would at least It has been romantic for 30 years. The old castle owner has a unique vision."

"The last person, I don't know the name and origin of that person. At that time, I climbed the mountain with the old castle owner to enjoy the sunrise. After climbing to the top, I found a man in white breathing there. When he found us, Smiled and nodded with me, and disappeared in a flash after getting up, without a trace, you must know that it is the top of a thousand-foot-high mountain, how else can you go down the mountain except for a god and a man to control the wind or a fairy to control the sword?"

The old man sighed, but he was also in high spirits.

It's just that in the end, it's still a little sad.

The rivers and lakes they are in are so big, there are many sects, the struggle between good and evil, life and death, honor and disgrace, the sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes, righteousness is at the forefront, all of which are in it.

In the end, is it just a small puddle in the eyes of some people

If they want to step over, it is a matter of them lifting their feet. If they are too lazy to lift their feet, if they step down, they may step on puddles and make the rivers and lakes turbulent.

Huan Yang heard it interestingly, and invisibly, his gloomy mood eased a little, and he asked with a smile: "Uncle He, why didn't you talk about this before?"

The old man laughed at himself and said: "What are you talking about? A hero doesn't mention his bravery. Besides, Uncle He, I have been useless in my life for a day and a half. The old castle master who smashed the statue of the Lingguan with a knife is a real hero. I I will carry the burden for the old castle master and lead the horse for you, and try to live a few more days in the future, and then arrange a wedding for the young castle master, and I will be content in this life."

Huan Yang said with emotion: "Can immortals really prove the Tao and live forever?"

The old man smiled and said, "When the fairy recommended by the castle master's friend arrives, you might as well ask."

Lu Tai was quite satisfied with this courtyard. It was located at the end of an alley, and the environment was quiet.

Then Lu Tai raised his head, smiled and waved to the distant eaves. On the other side of the roof, a student of Feiyingbao gasped heavily. If you stay any longer, I'm afraid you will be mistaken for malicious intentions, and you are very likely to stab someone.

Chen Pingan sat on the stone bench and said softly, "I think this place is a bit strange."

Lu Tai didn't take it seriously, and said casually: "Don't worry, I'm just looking for a comfortable place to recuperate, and I won't cause any trouble, as long as you don't mess with me, no matter what happens outside this yard, I'm too lazy to care about it."

Chen Pingan remembered the two ancient talismans on the gate of Flying Eagle Fort, stretched out a finger, drew a scoop on the gourd, and drew a talisman in the air, asking: "Do you know what talisman it is?"

Lu Tai went to the house to look for tea sets. Since he was living under the fence, he had to do as the Romans did. Both of them didn't carry any bags, so they couldn't just take out things out of thin air. There was no need to rummage through the boxes. Lu Tai just brought out a set of things, and then I was about to go out with a small bucket, and told Chen Pingan that I was going to carry water. I just passed a well, which was a bit interesting. Originally, the well water was the most inferior water for making tea, but the water quality of the well water over there was excellent. , maybe there will be surprises.

As for the talisman matter, Lu Tai put it bluntly, how can he know all the talisman styles in the world, the two on the gate, the context is unclear, it may be the handicraft of the Tongyezhou talisman sect, anyway, the rank of the talisman is not high. It's too popular, the aura has long since disappeared, and only the ignorant fools in Flying Eagle Fort are the only ones who are stupid. I enshrine it as a treasure, probably for peace of mind.

Chen Pingan always felt that there was a faint yin lingering in Feiyingbao, which could not go away, but it was nothing compared to the black smoke billowing after the evil monk broke the clay pot.

Lu Tai came back with the empty bucket.

Chen Pingan asked: "Why, the well water is not suitable for making tea"

Lu Tai curled his lips, "Flying Eagle Fort's geomantic omen has obviously been tampered with, the well water is particularly gloomy, not to mention making tea, but boiling water for cooking, ordinary masters who are not strong enough in yang will have troubles over time, but It’s not a big problem. I guess in the past 20 or [-] years, there must be a lot more girls than boys, and if it goes on for a long time, the yin will prosper and the yang will decline.”

Chen Ping frowned and remained silent.

Lu Tai smiled and asked, "Don't worry about it."

Chen Pingan glanced at him, "Don't mention the grievances and grievances of the Jianghu, we don't understand anything now, whether to help others or to harm others."

Lu Tai smiled and said, "Then I'm relieved, I'm afraid that if you are a hot-blooded person, you will draw your sword to help when you see injustice."

Chen Ping said angrily, "I don't have a knife."

Lu Tai threw the bucket aside, put his hands behind his back, looked at Chen Pingan playfully, and said, "Yo, Chen Pingan, it's ok, now he can tell jokes."

Chen Ping laughed it off.

Start to practice six-step walking piles in the yard.

Lu Tai sat on the steps, looked up at the sky, and gently waved the bamboo fan, "It's going to rain."

In the twilight, there will soon be a downpour, as promised.

Tick ​​tock, falling on the stone table in the yard, in the alley, between heaven and earth.

Chen Pingan was wearing golden robes, so he didn't need to worry about getting cold or even soaking his clothes, so he continued to practice boxing non-stop, and every time he punched, the feeling of suddenly shattering a ball of rainwater made Chen Pingan addicted to it.

In order to avoid the rain, Lu Tai was already sitting at the door of the house. Although the weather was cloudy due to the autumn wind and rain, he was still shaking his fan there, either in a daze, or occasionally glanced at Chen Pingan's boxing skills.

Lu Tai saw that Chen Ping'an had changed from practicing boxing to practicing swords, and he still held the long sword in a strange way.

Lu Tai smiled and said: "The ancients looked at rain as the union of heaven and earth, and the harmony of yin and yang. The ideas of the ancients are really interesting. I don't know how future generations will think of us."

Chen Pingan didn't say a word, Lu Tai was always so godlike, so don't pay attention.

That night, the lights in Lutai's room were turned off to sleep.

Chen Ping'an turned on the lamp to read at night as usual, flipping through the Shan Hai Zhi.

It was still raining heavily outside the window, such a heavy rain was rare.

Chen Ping's ears moved slightly, and he vaguely heard the sound of children chasing and playing in the alley outside the yard.

A moment later, just as Chen Pingan turned over a page of the book, he heard a soft female voice from outside again, weeping and complaining.

Chen Pingan was indifferent, and there was a series of coughing sounds from the old man, which gradually faded away.

You know, this yard is located at the end of the alley, which is a dead end road.

Chen Pingan closed the book in his hand, picked up the Yangjian gourd on the table, walked out of the house while drinking, and opened the door. Suddenly, it seemed that the rain between the sky and the earth was full of blood.

After the blink of an eye, it returned to normal. Except for the cold weather, the small courtyard was filled with moisture, and there was no abnormality.

Chen Pingan moved a chair and sat outside the threshold, showing off his aura a little bit, with a divine and introverted pure fist, flowing slowly all over his body, quietly blocking the oncoming rain a few feet away.

There was an aggressive knock on the courtyard door.

Chen Pingan just got up to open the door.

The knock on the door stopped suddenly.

After several times, Chen Pingan simply ignored it and started to practice sword furnace stakes.

After about a stick of incense, the heavy rain gradually stopped and turned into a continuous drizzle.

There was another penetrating sound of fingers scratching at the courtyard door.

Chen Pingan opened his eyes, sighed, and took out a pagoda-suppressing demon charm made of yellow paper from his sleeve, stood up, and walked slowly to the gate of the courtyard.

The yellow paper talisman at the fingertips was shining brightly, exuding golden light, tearing apart the night like a round of scorching sun.

Lu Tai suddenly opened the door, yawned and said, "Put it away quickly, or you will scare the ghost to death if you are not careful."

Chen Ping ignored the cold joke.

He was about to open the door, he didn't care about anything, and threw this talisman into the alley first before talking about anything else.

Lu Tai reminded: "Don't startle the snakes."

Chen Pingan thought for a while, and went straight to the courtyard door. After pulling out the latch, there was a gloomy air. The muddy alley outside the door was obviously empty, but there were whispering voices floating around, and there would be people on the ground. Footprints of different shades.

Chen Pingan turned around and posted the talisman on the gate.

Before entering the door, I turned my head and found that there were two people walking in the rain in the distance of the alley. They were both wearing plain white linen clothes. The child did not turn around, but "twisted" the whole head. He stared, opened his mouth, and laughed silently.