Sword comes

Chapter 475

After Chen Ping laughed, he cupped his fists and said, "Mr. Hong, we meet again."

The old man is just like back then, with a bright spirit and a cultivator. After a few years, his appearance has not faded noticeably in the blink of a finger.

Seeing the blue-clothed swordsman who took off his bamboo hat, the old man of Qinghefang named Hong Yangbo, he became more and more puzzled. The business of Qinghefang is the only one at the fairy family ferry in Dilongshan, and there are many people coming and going. It's normal, but the fairy money is more circulated on the first floor. There are not many customers who go up to the second floor, and even fewer people sit down and do business. The young man in the costume of a ranger in front of him is really unfamiliar, but why is he so invisible?

It’s just that the visitor was a guest, and he called himself an old man again. Hong Yangbo sat down and clasped his fists in return, then stretched out his hand to signal him to sit down, and asked with a smile: “I don’t know if the guest wants to buy or sell?”

Chen Pingan moved an antique red chair and sat down. These were supposed to be the jobs of the women who lead the way in Qinghefang. Of course, they served tea and water, and threaded needles. Things would not be in vain. After the business was closed, there would be a commission.Especially after turning customers into repeat customers, Qingfufang has another bounty.Chen Pingan remembered that the woman's name was Cuiying back then, but this time Chen Pingan had no intention of buying or selling things, otherwise she would ask if Cuiying was there downstairs. Well, the three of them are very happy with this Qinghefang, and it is a happy meeting at the door, which is regarded as a kind of incense.Practitioners believe in this.

Just as Chen Pingan was about to take his seat, he wanted to close the door. The old man waved his hand and said, "There is no need to close the door."

Chen Ping hesitated for a moment, and still followed the old man's instructions, sat back in his seat, and said with a smile: "I came to Longshan Ferry this time, and I just stopped by to see Mr. Hong. The old man may not remember. Back then, I, and A bearded man, a young Taoist priest, the three of them sold a few things in the old man's shop."

The old man patted the table and said with a smile: "Remember, those pair of bamboo chopsticks are the good ones you sold to this old man. You can be regarded as the fulfillment of a big wish of this old man in the early years. You usually take them out to play with them when you have nothing to do, and touch them. That pair of bamboo chopsticks is like touching Mrs. Qingshen Shanzhu's black hair."

The old man didn't continue talking, probably feeling that he was a little too out of touch.

Zhang Shanfeng sold a pair of bamboo chopsticks from Qingshen Mountain here back then, which he bought at a high price for the old man. Since he was a favorite of the old man, he got a lot of premium.

The old man was very happy, remembered something, got up and shouted: "Qingcai, hurry up and serve good tea!"

Soon, a woman in a gorgeous palace brocade dress came slowly from the corridor covered with colorful lichens, and handed them a cup of hot tea. The graceful woman left After leaving the house, he didn't go far away, but waited at the door.

The old man is an old man in Qinghefang, and he has been here for half a century. If he meets a customer who has no affinities, he often has a bad face. He likes to buy or sell, but he has an open-minded personality when he is pleasing to the eye. He was warm and friendly, otherwise he wouldn't have talked to the end back then, and even made a small bet with Xu Yuanxia.

The old man smiled and asked: "What about that bearded man with a unique vision? Why didn't he come to the bet he made back then? I lost it. I bought your ancient Yu Kingdom's Five Sacred Mountains bowl that time, which caused Qingfufang to lose money." Money, but these are not important. There are inevitably profits and losses in doing business. Besides, the old man is good at appraising bronzes, calligraphy and painting, and beautiful wood. You can’t always be in debt, what is a boss? I don’t like to owe people. It’s more or less a small concern in my heart. Why don’t I invite you to find a good place outside Qingfufang, and pay it back after a drink.”

Chen Pingan shook his head and smiled, "I'd better wait for my friend to ask Mr. Hong for this wine."

The old man was a little helpless, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "The last time you were in this shop, you just sold it. In fact, some old men usually don't want to show others the pretty goods, the door-opening goods. If you want to satisfy your eyesight, you don't have to buy them. This old man is not that kind of person." , It’s rare to meet acquaintances who are willing to deal with, show off, and let the babies breathe, and it’s not a golden house, it’s shameful.”

Before Chen Pingan could say anything, the old man got up and began to search around, and quickly put three brocade boxes of different sizes on the table.

After the old man carefully opened it, he found a piece of imperial pine smoke ink, a clay figurine of a girl wearing a fence, and a cursive copybook.

The old man was full of complacency, "These three items are also rare items on the second floor of Qingfufang. It is given to the Confucian students of Guanhu Academy, so you don’t have to think it is light.”

The old man pointed to the pine smoke ink with his finger, "This piece of pine smoke ink made by Shenshui Kingdom is not only taken from a thousand-year-old pine, but also has a great background. It was named Mr. Mu Gong by the imperial court. There is an allusion passed down from generation to generation. After a great writer was drunk in the mountains and forests, he met someone blocking the way, so he pushed the pine tree with his hand and said that he was not drunk. Unfortunately, after the Shenshui Kingdom was destroyed, the ancient pine tree was also destroyed, so this piece of pine smoke and ink is very likely to be an orphan in the world. tasted."

The old man pointed at the clay figurine, and his eyes were even hotter, "This old man bought it from a down-and-out wild repairman in his early years. Only after being appraised by a senior, did I know that this clay figurine used to be a set of twelve statues in total. It was made by an astonishingly talented god of the upper five realms in the Baidi City of Zhongtu. The wonderful thing is that the power fence itself is a small and exquisite magic weapon. Only by triggering the mechanism can the true face be seen. It is a pity that the old man has not yet figured out a way to crack it, and cannot fully verify the identity of the clay figurine. All of them can become the treasures of the entire Qingfufang, and the well-deserved treasures of the town shop need to be collected in the world, and it is the most difficult to find completeness, so it is also the most fond of completeness."

Finally, the old man pointed to the copybook and said regretfully: "Compared with the previous two, this item is not worth much. It is the calligraphy of a local sword fairy in the ancient Shu land before he practiced Taoism. , which is almost as good as the original work, is called Xizai Tie, which is derived from the first sentence of the copybook, which is Xizai Sword Art. This copybook has excellent calligraphy and excellent content, but it is a pity that it has been preserved for a long time in the early years, and a lot of aura has passed away. A hero's twilight, his dying years, really hit the nail on the head, what a pity."

Chen Ping'an was not interested in the piece of pine smoke ink made by the Shenshui Kingdom and the figurine of the Mili clay girl. He has always been very enthusiastic, but his own handwriting is similar to playing chess, without aura, well-behaved, and very dull.But the handwriting is not good, and Chen Pingan still has some vision when looking at other people's handwriting. This is due to the seal script of Mr. Qi's three-party seal, the many copybooks that Cui Dongshan wrote casually, and the special ones he bought during his travels. This ancient seal book, after 300 years in the Ouhua blessed land, I have seen many calligraphers who are high in the temple. Although it is a fleeting glimpse again and again, it generally means that Chen Ping'an has a deep memory.

Therefore, Chen Pingan, who had no plans to spend money in Qingfufang, was a little moved. Anyway, listening to Mr. Hong's tone, the imperial pine smoke ink and the clay figurines of the fence are full of aura, and they must not be cheap. Only this copybook should be Not too expensive.

Chen Pingan asked the price, and the old man stretched out his palm and shook it.

Five Xiaoshu coins.

That pair of Qingshen Mountain bamboo chopsticks back then was only at this price.

Chen Ping shook his head, "I can't afford it."

It's not that I don't like it, it's that I don't want to put five Xiaoshu money in the secular market, but it's only 50 taels of silver

Back then, in the county government office of Meiyang Country, I bought a large pile of cursive calligraphy from that crazy drunkard county captain, and it was only five pots of wine made by the immortals.

When it comes to buying and selling, I am afraid of comparing goods

If he hadn't had the experience of selling wine with the downcast county captain, Chen Ping might have just bought bamboo chopsticks just like the old man, and would have bought them as soon as he gritted his teeth.

The old man didn't force it, knowing that the other party had a problem with the price, no matter what, if this swordsman could really like this cursive script, it was not in vain for him to take out the copybook.

At this moment, the woman in colorful clothes outside the door said softly: "Mr. Hong, why don't you take out the most important thing in this room?"

The old man laughed angrily: "Qing Cai, you didn't bring me here, even if my house is sold, it doesn't matter to you for half a copper coin, why are you making fun of me?"

The woman obviously had a good relationship with the old man, and she joked: "It's good to have a few more glances at the baby under the patronage of the guests."

She said with a smile to Chen Pingan: "Young master, when you come to this room, you must take a look at Mr. Hong's high-end goods, if you don't look at it, don't look at it."

Chen Pingan didn't actually have this intention, but Hong Yangbo smiled, stretched out his finger, and nodded, "Turn your elbows out, quickly find a man to marry, so that you don't have to eat every day and cheat us old men in Qingfufang. That’s enough, I’ve already seen three good things anyway, and I’m not missing one of them.”

The old man finally took out a boxy brocade box wrapped in gold silk. When he opened it, there was a cool and cold air rushing towards his face, but there was no sense of evil, like heavy snow in midwinter, dignified and upright.

Chen Ping'an took a closer look and found that there were four Tianshi Slaying Ghost Back Spending Money inside, which were exactly the same.

The old man turned over the four big coins one by one, and said with a smile, "They are Lei Gong, Lightning Mother, Rain Master, and Fire Lord, each of whom hunts and subdues demons. Medium use. There was once a royal child of the Zhuying Dynasty who wanted to pay for it, but the price was slightly lower than the old man’s expectation. It was not possible to sell it, but that guy was too domineering. Seeing the pressure of the old man The hall, even if he is secretly happy in his heart, he still puts on a hypocritical look of pretending to be calm. The old man is upset when he looks at it. After losing the face of the Zhu Ying Dynasty, I found an excuse and didn't sell it."

The old man smiled and said, "Even if you don't buy it, you can still get it. It's not ordinary porcelain, so it won't break if you drop it."

Chen Ping picked up one of the coins to spend money, stared at the front and back carefully, and after closing his eyes, asked: "How to sell?"

The old man said: "A set of four, don't sell them separately."

The old man still raised one palm and shook it.

Of course it's not the five Xiaoshu coins, but the Grain Rain coins.

Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "There is no need to discuss it."

The old man shook his head, "Never bargain, or I'll be sorry for this set of precious money passed down from Aiai Island."

Chen Pingan asked: "Did the children of the royal family of the Zhuying Dynasty undercut the price to four Guyu coins?"

The old man smiled and nodded.

Chen Pingan said with a bitter face: "Then I seem to be no different from him."

He also wanted to bargain for four Gu Yu coins, and he couldn't put it down, he really wanted to get it in one go.

Money is dead, people are alive.

After Chen Pingan handed over the tung leaves to Wei Bo, before going down the mountain, he asked Wei Bo to take out two pieces of Grain Rain coins, one of which was five. It is enough to deal with some emergencies. As for the other one, it is sent to Shujian Lake and handed over to Gu Can to organize two Zhoutian Dajiao and Water and Land Dojo.

If he really encountered a multi-colored golden kitchen stove similar to that in the hands of Lu Yong in Qingyang Palace, which cost fifty Grain Rain coins, as long as it didn't involve the fundamentals of the Dao, Chen Ping'an would have nothing to do with him.

After all, it is all expenses and money now, except for the two market shops in Qilong Lane, which can earn dozens of taels of silver per month, and all the hills including Luopo Mountain, there is not a single fairy money in their account for the time being.

It is no longer possible to just spend money and not make money.

The old man smiled heartily: "It's still a little different. The old man thinks you are much more pleasing to the eye. You can just bargain casually, anyway, the old man won't agree."

In an instant, Chen Pingan had a tacit understanding, and asked tentatively: "May I ask how much Qingfufang pays Mr. Hong every year?"

Niujiaoshan Baobaozhai in Longquan County, people have left, but the buildings and stores that cost a lot of money to build are still there, and as Niujiaoshan with a fairy family ferry, it is the only one, and it is really suitable for business.

The woman at the door covered her mouth and laughed, but there was still laughter, which shows how ridiculous Chen Ping's question is.

If you bought the four magic treasures, the ghost-killing back and spent money, that's all. If you can't afford it, you dare to dig the foot of the wall of Dilongshan Qingfufang. It has been passed down for more than ten generations, and Baozhai has hit a wall here before, and finally did not choose a location to open a store.

Hong Yangbo was also amused, and waved his hand, "Don't mention this matter."

The old man was about to put away the brocade box of spiritual treasures wrapped with gold threads to cover the coldness of spending money. He never thought that Chen Ping'an would flip his wrist and put five Grain Rain coins on the table, "Mr. Hong, I bought it."

The old man was surprised and said: "If you really want to buy it, you will not regret leaving Qingfufang, but you will pay the money and the goods, and you will not be allowed to return it."

Chen Pingan nodded.

The old man stretched out a palm, and just touched a grain rain coin with one finger, and he released it as soon as he touched it. It was indeed a genuine mountain grain rain coin, full of aura, flowing in an orderly manner, and it could not be faked.

The old man asked again, "OK"

Chen Pingan glanced at the other three boxes that hadn't been put away, and asked with a smile, "Can I add something?"

The woman at the door couldn't help but chuckle and turned her head quickly.

The old man half-truthfully said: "If you help me pay back that tonic, that's fine, how about it?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said, "This is not acceptable. Buying and selling is business."

The old man shook his head and said, "Forget it then, a sale is a sale, with a fair price, there is no chance."

"Okay, if you don't add a head, you don't add a head. The water will flow, and we will talk about it later."

Chen Ping moved slightly, his back blocked his view from the door, and put the silk-wrapped brocade box within easy reach.

In the end, the old man personally sent Chen Pingan to the door of the house. It was not impossible to send it to the gate on the first floor of Qingfufang, but it was just a taboo, and it was easy to provoke unnecessary speculation and prying eyes.

The old man asked suddenly: "If you had agreed to drink earlier, which item would you choose as a prize?"

Chen Pingan shook his head, "It's the clay figurine."

The old man said with a smile: "I have a good eye, but it's not the best. The most valuable is actually the piece of pine smoke ink made by the Shenshui Kingdom. If you spend money on the magic weapon, it is as if you have bargained for four Grain Rain coins, then I can earn half a Grain Rain coin at most. Now, it is one and a half Grain Rain coins. It can be said that I will never worry about drinking in this life.”

Chen Pingan said with a smile: "Then next time my friend comes to Qingfufang, Mr. Hong remembers to treat him to a good drink, no matter how expensive it is."

The old man nodded, "It should be so."

After Chen Ping crossed the threshold, he told the woman that he didn't want to see him off, and then left with fists in his arms, "Mr. Hong, we will meet later."

The old man nodded his head, "I'm sorry to send you off, I hope we can do business often, carefully

The current is long. "

Chen Ping went downstairs and left, leading his horse slowly on the street outside Qingfufang.

That set cost money, and the reason why I bought it was to give it to Zhong Kui in Taiping Mountain.

There is no rush to make money, no wonder he, Chen Pingan.

But Chen Ping quickly turned his head to look, and found that the woman in the colorful skirt was walking quickly, holding a brocade box in her arms.

After Chen Ping stopped, the woman named Qingcai handed the brocade box to him, and said with a smile: "After all, Mr. Hong couldn't bear to let go of his love, so he gave this clay figurine to you as a gift. You don't know, I took the box It took me a long time to pull it out from the hands of the old man."

Chen Ping smiled and said that it was so embarrassing, but the movement of the hand was not vague at all, but the woman didn't let go immediately, Chen Ping pulled lightly, and then she succeeded.

The woman looked at the figure from behind and raised her palms, both of which were empty.

She smiled and shook her head, and returned to Qinghefang. Several women on the first floor saw her and bowed their heads.

When we arrived outside Hong Yangbo's room on the second floor, the old man stood respectfully at the door and said with a wry smile: "Master, I was shocked when I saw you serving tea in person earlier."

The woman smiled calmly, and said: "The customer wanted to poach you later, so I was even more shocked."

The old man smiled wryly.

The woman walked into the room, bent down and stretched out a finger, teasing the little men in green clothes standing on the branches of the ancient cypress, Hong Yangbo stood aside, wondering: "I don't know why the master wants me to send out the mud girl with a fence figurines"

The woman played with those cute boys in green clothes, "This person is most likely the young sword fairy who appeared in Jianshui Villa."

The old man had a puzzled look on his face, "No way, even if I can spend five Guyu coins in one go, I can buy that set of ghost-slaying money that has been eaten for hundreds of years, but I have seen this person back then, and he was at most three A pure martial artist in the world"

The woman said indifferently: "Aquarius Continent is so big, is there only one Zhenwu Mountain Ma Kuxuan?"

The old man was still skeptical, he didn't think that the young man was the green-clothed sword fairy who let Su Lang of Songxi Kingdom return home.

The woman suddenly said: "Don't forget, I am also a sword repairer."

The old man said with a smile: "My master is a genius from the sky. When I was young, I got the four-character prophecy of the earth immortal sword repairer. It is just a small way."

The woman straightened up and clapped her palms, "Just now this person climbed to the second floor of Qingfufang, I happened to be wiping the ancient sword in the cold room on the third floor, and my sword heart showed a slight instability, although it was fleeting, but Absolutely true."

The woman casually opened a brocade box on the table, spread out the cursive copybook, twisted her finger along the ink, and said slowly: "I guess that person has already figured out that I am not a maidservant of Qinghefang. I don't bother to hide the fact that he is carrying a square inch or a close thing. Not only that, just now when we parted on the street, I purposely glanced at the long sword behind his back, he was "

The woman raised her head and put her hands behind her back, "How should I put it? At that moment, he looked like a clay bodhisattva on a shrine. For such a person, Qingfufang sent a clay figurine with a few small sums of money, what is it?" If someone is willing to accept this favor from me, Qingfufang should burn incense."

Speaking of this, the woman stretched out a finger, and gently stroked it from top to bottom, thinking that the man treated her and Hong Yangbo carefully, and thought that they were really different people.

The old man wiped the sweat from his forehead. Didn't he almost miss a great fortune at that time? He had to have a drink for someone before he would be willing to add something.

The woman suddenly asked: "You said that man refused to allow you to drink. Is it because he is a sword fairy on the top of the mountain and he doesn't bother drinking at the same table with you, Hong Yangbo, or does he really want his friends to drink with you in person?"

The old man said without hesitation: "Of course it is the former."

The woman laughed, "That set of killing ghosts and backs costs a lot of money. Qingfufang will no longer have it today. Hong Yangbo, next time I invite someone to drink, I invite expensive ones, um, whatever the price."

The old man smiled and said, "It's a good feeling."

Chen Pingan led the horse. After paying the bill, it would take an hour, so he waited patiently at the ferry for the departure of the ferry. Looking up, the ferries were very busy.

This ferry seems to be more profitable than it was back then.If Niujiaoshan can be half busy in the future, it must be able to make a lot of money every day.

Whether it is gold and silver in the world, or the money of the gods, I am afraid that we will not move our nests. Money is a thing that has been moving rather than static since ancient times.

This is an unintentional remark of Cui Dongshan's back then. It used to sound innocuous, but now Chen Pingan has chewed out some aftertaste, which has an endless aftertaste.

Cui Dongshan left the letter and met his grandfather Cui Cheng. After leaving Lupo Mountain, there was no news of him, like a cow in the sea.

In addition to flattering words, which can be ignored, the letter also talked about three major events, one of which was about the general situation of Aquarius Continent, which involved refining the five-color soil of the new mountain as the natal object.

One is about Li Xisheng and the Li family on Fulu Street. Cui Dongshan hopes that Mr. Chen Ping'an can still care about the little treasure bottle, so that he doesn't need to feel too much indebted to the Li family. It is best to maintain the relationship between the two parties as a nodding acquaintance Come on, don't make any more icing on the cake.

The last thing is to talk about it without beginning or end, just mention it in one stroke, and just say that Mr. Wait, to shake the big and destroy the strong, the only way to do it slowly.

Chen Pingan knew what Cui Dongshan was talking about.

It's his natal porcelain.

Chen Ping's thoughts drifted away. At the end of autumn, the sad wind lingered around the trees, and the world was desolate.

Suddenly, someone walked quickly from behind and almost bumped into Chen Pingan. Chen Pingan moved away without showing any signs.

Chen Pingan didn't pursue it either, he must have given that woman a brocade box in full view after leaving Qingfufang, which aroused the covetousness of others.

Yexiu seeks money, but he doesn't care about the morals of the world.

In the mountains south of Shujian Lake, Chen Ping killed more evil cultivators and ghost cultivators in the fifth realm than he could count on his hands. In the end, he exchanged injuries with a Jindan wild cultivator who did not have any mortal feud. However, after that, the two sides lived in peace. Chen Pingan neither came to seek revenge, nor was the other party relentless.

Chen Ping turned his head and looked, and there were two gray and thin boys and girls, both short and sallow, standing timidly not far away, looking up at Chen Ping, who was leading the horse, with eyes full of hope.The two children held open wooden boxes in their hands, and sold some small objects on the mountain like porcelain vases, small bronze statues and pictures. It is not a spiritual idea, but it is not bad to be used as a study for miscellaneous confessions by wealthy people. Mostly it costs one or two snowflakes, but it is quite expensive compared to the price of the market store. This is probably the smallest package in the world. Mostly just asking for food and clothing.

Chen Pingan carefully selected a few small things, and after some bargaining, he finally bought three small things with twelve snowflakes, one of which was a "Forever Blessed" tile inkstone, a pair of old pit yellow frozen seals, and vermilion The color is more pleasing, a shallow bowl of red material with a moist color.She planned to go back to Luopo Mountain and give it to Pei Qian. Anyway, this girl doesn't care much about the price of an item, she just wants as much as possible.

Chen Pingan took out the snowflake money from his sleeve, and put three things into his sleeve.

After the two children thanked them, they turned around and ran away, probably because they were afraid that the wronged person would repent.

The steps are light and joyful, and when they reach a distance, they slow down and whisper.

Looking at the immature faces of the two children from afar, they were full of hope.

Chen Pingan smiled knowingly.

Back then in Lizhu Dongtian, every time I made an extra trip and sent out a letter, I could get an extra copper coin from Zheng Dafeng. The two children are still in a hurry.

Taking a look at the sky, Chen Pingan went to a wine shop near the ferry to order a pot of Longjin wine. Instead of going inside, he just sat on the side of the road. Compared with the old Longcheng sweet-scented osmanthus wine and Shujian Lake Wuti wine, it was inferior There are many, and of course the price is also low. It is said that the water for brewing wine comes from a famous spring on the mountainside of Dilong Mountain. A piece of dragon tendon cut off by the Great Sword Immortal melted into the mountains, and the aura of the mountains and waters gushed out like a spring.

It was rare for Chen Pingan to drink wine so leisurely. This time he went south to revisit his old place, but he was actually on his way, and counting the time for his return journey. In fact, he was rarely in such a leisurely state of mind.

Even though the horse was not restrained by the bridle, it still stayed in place obediently, occasionally raising its hoof and tapping the stone slab lightly.

In fact, Chen Pingan has been paying attention and will not give it any chance to cause trouble.

He took it to Luopi Mountain so that he could keep company with the steed that he named Qu Huang.

Pedestrians on the side of the ferry, except those who practiced, are often either rich or noble. Chen Pingan drank wine and silently watched their words and deeds, but his eyes were fleeting.

The time is long.

Chen Pingan put down the wine bowl and led the horse to the ferry.

After boarding the ship and setting up the horses, Chen Pingan began to practice the six-step walking pile in the cabin, and he could not lose to Zhao Shuxia who had taught him boxing.

It seemed that every time I took the ferry, it was punch after punch.

In the dead of night, Chen Pingan came to the bow of the ferry and sat on the railing under the full moon.It is said in the book that the moon is the brightness of the hometown, but the book of Haoran Tianxia does not seem to say that in another world, above the top of the city, when you look up, it is the strange scene of March hanging in the sky. Outsiders only need to take a look at it , can be remembered for a lifetime.

Not far away, a pair of young men and women in brocade clothes walked up, chatting with each other.

Chen Pingan took off the Yangjian gourd and took a sip of wine. Now that he drank, he no longer had the same feeling as he did in the early days. He drank it with worry and without worry, but he didn't have any addictions. It was natural, just like drinking water when he was young.

The young couple, thin-skinned, did not expect that there would be such a big lantern hanging on the railing in the middle of the night, so they had to detour and go to a farther place, telling their hearts, the man kept making small movements, and the woman was shy , blushed, glanced at the obtrusive lantern from time to time, and saw that the man seemed unaware, so he was relieved and let his lover do the work. It is rare to have this opportunity to be alone. They made an appointment early and sneaked out of the house.

Chen Ping simply lay down on his back, crossed his legs, and held the Yangjian gourd in both hands.

Out of the corner of Chen Ping's eyes, he caught a glimpse of a young man standing in the distance. His appearance was ordinary, and he was indeed not as good as the man who was rubbing hands with the woman.

Chen Pingan didn't look any further.

After the frustrated man left, an angry old woman walked out from the side of the boat, and the couple immediately separated.

The bold man took a step back and lowered his head, but the shy woman took a step forward instead, and she looked directly at the elders of the division.

The old woman reprimanded her severely, waved her sleeves and left.

The woman covered her face and wept, and the man comforted her with words of comfort.

Based on the old woman's few words, Chen Pingan knew that this group of monks from the Songxi Country's Immortal Family was going to Yunxia Mountain to observe the ceremony. There, someone had just become a Jindan Earth Immortal.As the elder of the Patriarch Hall of the Mountain Gate, the old woman was so angry that she was not allowed to climb the mountain, and was only allowed to wait at the foot of Yunxia Mountain. In her words, the old woman mostly favored the man.If there was not another outsider present, I believe the old woman would have just cursed "Hu Meizi" and it would have ended.

As soon as the old woman left, the man could talk, and the woman would soon laugh through tears. The smiling face of the woman's pear blossoms after the rain was like the sky after the rain, the most infatuated and moving.

Chen Pingan sighed softly, never shifting his gaze, just looking at the moon-star-sparse sky.

After the men and women returned to their respective houses, another person came to the railing of the ship, lost his mind. After he secretly complained to the elders of the master, he didn't know whether he was guilty or guilty, and lay on the railing, staring at the night sky in a daze.

The man turned his head suddenly, "I advise you not to talk too much."

The river of time is endless, and there are many passers-by in life.

Chen Pingan ignored the threat of the young immortal master at all.

The man was furious, "Are you deaf?"

Chen Ping nodded lightly, "Yes, I am deaf."

The man was stunned for a moment, and said sternly, "You're courting death!"

Chen Pingan slowly said: "You are chatting with a deaf man, are you stupid?"

The man was so angry that he strode forward, but halfway there, he stopped suddenly. Thinking of the teachings of his master and the rumors in the world, this young man still gave up his impulsiveness.

It's just that in this way, it seems that he is too harsh and indifferent, the young monk is undecided, he doesn't know whether to continue provoking with words, or just leave, out of sight and out of mind.

Chen Pingan asked: "If you really succeeded in breaking up the pair of mandarin ducks, do you think you can win the hearts of the beauties, or do you think it is enough to take a step back and embrace the beauties?"

The young monk was silent.

Chen Pingan sat up, turned his head and smiled and said, "She is your senior sister, so the man your senior sister likes, and the man who likes her, don't seem to be good things. If you say that such a woman is miserable, or you can wait , Waiting for the day when your senior sister is let down and heartbroken, you can take advantage of the emptiness and get it, and then abandon it as your revenge."

The young monk clenched his fists tightly, his veins bulging.

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "It's really boring to study people's hearts carefully. No wonder you monks on the mountain have to ask yourself frequently. In the fields of your heart, if there are no crops, weeds will grow."

The eyes of the young monk changed slightly.

Listen, this person is not a monk

That's just a quack swordsman

Then he just glanced at that person, and for a moment, it was as if a basin of cold water was poured on his head, which was extremely weird.

The young monk left in a hurry, not caring about his face, anyway, this time we parted, and we were destined to never see each other again.

Chen Pingan took a deep breath. After Shujian Lake, the cracking method he came up with was still of little use.At that time, Cui Cheng made it clear that there is no distinction between good and evil, which is the most terrifying place. In Cui Cheng's words, it is because Chen Ping'an has a good memory and is too used to scrutinizing details. , How cheap you got before, how much you will have to suffer in the future.

Water blocking is not as good as sparse.

I really want to go to Beiju Luzhou earlier.