Sword comes

Chapter 485 The Old Story 2 Reunion

The Xianjia Ferry in Skeleton Beach is a hub in the southern part of Beiju Luzhou. It is bustling with prosperity and business. In Chen Pingan's view, it is all fairy money with long legs. It is inevitable that he looks forward to the future of his own Niujiaoshan Ferry.

The ferry slowly docked, and the impatient guests couldn't afford to wait any longer. They rushed down one after another. According to the rules, people boarding and disembarking at the ferry should walk on foot, regardless of their status or status. It's the same with Tongyezhou, as well as the upside-down mountain where fishes and dragons are mixed together, but it's different here. Even if they come according to the rules, they are scrambling to be the first, and more of them are chic and unrestrained swords that turn into a rainbow and go away, driving the magic weapon to fly into the sky Yes, those who traveled far away on fairy birds, jumped off directly, messy and noisy, the steward on the Pimazong ferry, and the other side of the ferry on the ground, saw these fucking unruly bastards, The two sides were cursing, and a sea-observing monk who was in charge of guarding the ferry got angry and shot directly, knocking a Qi trainer who was passing by the wind above his head to the ground.

Chen Pingan couldn't laugh or cry, this is still under the nose of Pi Mazong, if it is replaced by other places, what a mess it would be

Chen Pingan was not in a hurry to get off the boat, and the old shopkeeper was still talking about several places that he had to go to in the bone beach. He kindly introduced the scenic spots here. Although Chen Ping'an was curious about the scene of getting off the boat, he understood one thing when he was young. With a single eye, he retracted his gaze.

The old shopkeeper has been in the ferry shop business for 300 years, and when he greeted them, he developed a pair of piercing eyes, quickly ended the previous topic, and explained with a smile: "Our Beiju Luzhou looks chaotic, but we have been here for a long time. On the contrary, I feel that it is refreshing, and it is indeed easy to form an enmity without any reason, but there are many things that can be promised by chance, and dare to promise each other with life and death, I believe Mr. Chen will understand in the future."

When the old shopkeeper said this, his vicissitudes face, which was used to the wind and rain, was full of pride that could not be concealed.

Chen Pingan was no stranger to this, so his heart was wrenched and he felt a little sad.

There used to be people like this, proud of being born in Luzhou, Beiju, even though they were just Qi practitioners in the lower five realms, and they were just maidservants on the Jishan Ferry.

The old shopkeeper hesitated for a moment, remembering the private meeting between Dali Beiyue Zhengshen Wei Bo and himself, he said softly: "Mr. Chen, can you allow me to say something that is not very flattering?"

Chen Ping smiled and said, "Shopkeeper Huang, please tell me."

The old shopkeeper said slowly: "Beiju Luzhou is relatively xenophobic and likes internal strife, but when they are in harmony with each other, especially when they are in groups, they hate some kinds of foreigners. One is the Confucian disciples who have traveled here. They are very difficult to deal with. One is the sons of the immortal family of the wealthy clan in Biezhou, all of them have their eyes higher than the top. The last one is the sword cultivators from other places. They feel that this group of people do not know the heights of the heavens and the earth, and they have the courage to come to Luzhou, Beiju, to sharpen their swords."

The old man stretched out his hand on the railing, sighed, and said with emotion: "Among the three, the second one is the most annoying. In history, I don't know how many young people who called the wind and rain in their hometowns in other continents, relying on their family ancestors or It’s because the preacher’s status is prominent, so he doesn’t pay too much attention to what he does and what he says, but almost none of them can please them. Fleeing from Beiju Luzhou in disgrace, that’s not bad. They cut off their way of practice, and even died here directly. Among them, there is Huang Zigui from Longhushan Tianshi Mansion, direct disciples of various schools of thought, disciples of the Ascension Realm Patriarch who is the leader of Liuxiazhou Immortal Family, and the God of Wealth in Aiaizhou My brother, my brother, was beaten to death here at the beginning. There are many kinds of old bad debts, and there are many shocking disasters. Didn't figure it out."

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "I will remember the reminder from shopkeeper Huang."

The old shopkeeper recovered his smile, clasped his fists and said in a loud voice: "Some taboos, like a few hemp ropes in the market, can't restrain the real dragons in the world. Beiju Luzhou never rejects real heroes, so I'm here. Beiju Luzhou has successfully broken through the world."

Chen Pingan clasped his fists in return, "Then borrow the auspicious words from shopkeeper Huang."

Chen Pingan put on a bamboo hat, a green shirt with a sword on his back, and left the Pimazong ferry.

According to Huang Lao's shopkeeper, there are three places in the bone beach that must be visited, otherwise the bone beach will be worthless.

One is the low-ranking temple of the Yaohe River, which occupies a huge area. As the god of the river, the temple dedicated to the golden body is more magnificent than most of the water gods of the Wanli River in Luzhou, Beiju. .

There is also a huge city extending from the entrance at the foot of Pimazong Mountain to the depths of the ground. It is called the Mural City. There are eight high walls under the city. There is the great blessing of "regardless of cultivation, only of fate", waiting for someone who is destined to go, the eight fairies, who were once the remnants of female officials from a certain palace in the ancient heaven, if they fall in love with the reward of "under the skirt" Those who paint, they will walk out of the murals and serve them all their lives. They have different levels of cultivation. Now there are only three of the eight female officials in the fairyland, and the spirit energy of the other five murals has dissipated. The lowest level of cultivation in the Pujing realm is also the Jindan Earth Immortal, and on the murals, there are still magic weapons, which will be taken away by them. The Pima Sect once invited experts from all walks of life to try to use the method of exposing monuments from the immortal family , to obtain the magic weapon painted in the murals, but the murals are full of mysteries, and they have never been able to succeed.

In addition to the chance of only three murals left, there are many utensils and ghosts that ghost cultivators dream of selling in the city. Even ordinary fairy houses are willing to come here to bid for some well-trained heroic puppets, which can serve as shelters The alternative goalkeeper on the top of the mountain can also be used as a heavy defense weapon that does not hesitate to die for the master, walking hand in hand in the rivers and lakes.Moreover, there are many wild cultivators scattered in the mural painting city. When trading here, there are often treasures hidden in it. Now a young sword fairy who has rushed to the Great Wall of Sword Qi lost one and a half items from a wild cultivator. Immortal soldiers.

Finally, there is the "Ghost Valley" that most attracts swordsmen and pure warriors in the Bone Beach. The Pima Sect deliberately drives out and gathers the hard-to-refined ghosts in one place. After paying a toll, outsiders are responsible for life and death.

Chen Pingan planned to go to the nearest mural city first.

After Chen Ping left the ferry.

An old Pima Sect monk who is in charge of the cross-continental ferry, with restrained energy, and the spirit of the Qi Palace does not overflow. He is a Nascent Soul monk who has long been famous in the bone beach. Not willing to show up, and most disgusted by human relations, the old monk appeared next to Shopkeeper Huang at this moment, and said with a smile: "It's a pity that you are still a businessman. What you said is not flattering, it is obviously disgusting."

A young man who can make Dali Beiyue Zhengshen show his face, who monopolizes [-]% of Lizhu Dongtian, must be related to the shopkeeper's so-called three types of people, at least it should be one of them, a little bit young temper, maybe You have to treat it like a donkey with good intentions, thinking that the shopkeeper is trying to show off.

The old shopkeeper stroked his beard and smiled. Although the realm was much different from that of his old friend in the Nascent Soul Realm, he usually interacted very casually. , I just heard about the three places in Le Mural City, and I left the boat a long time ago, who would like to chatter with me for a long time with a bad old man, so I don’t need to say what I said.”

Old Yuan Ying said with a casual smile, "Knowing people, knowing faces, but not knowing one's heart."

The old shopkeeper laughed loudly, "Business is just a business. If you can save some favors, you just earn a point. So, Lao Su, you are not suitable for business. Pimazong entrusted this ferry boat to you to take care of it. Mountain. So many contacts that could have been wooed, are running around in front of your eyes, and you don't even catch them."

"It's a good thing for people who practice the Tao to have both ways and means."

The old Yuanying sneered: "Wouldn't it be more wasteful to change to another earth immortal who is expected to reach the fifth realm and waste his time."

The old shopkeeper pretended not to understand the implication, resting his elbows on the railing, overlooking the scenery of his homeland, the most indispensable thing for making a living on a cross-continental ferry is to enjoy the sights of the mountains and rivers along the way, but after seeing a lot, he still feels that he is at home. Water and soil are the best. Listening to the words of a Nascent Soul cultivator at this time, the old shopkeeper smiled and said: "Don't treat me like a basket, I don't accept complaints here."

The old Yuanying didn't take it seriously, remembered something, and asked with a frown: "What's the matter with the Yuguizong? How did you move the next sect to Baopingzhou? As for the falling of the tree and the scatter of the monkeys, as long as Xun Yuan gently moves the next sect to the north of the Tongye sect, and casually swings it, taking advantage of the illness to kill people, the Tongye sect is estimated to be completely finished within 300 years, why is it so white? Picking up cheap things, Xun Yuan will not choose the site of Aquarius Island for the next sect, no matter how great the potential is, it can be compared to eating more than half of Tongye Zong. It’s because the brain was pinched by the legs of a certain auntie.”

The shopkeeper of Xuhenfang surnamed Huang shook his head and said: "Anyone in Yu Guizong can be a fool, except Xun Yuan, even if he has never dealt with him, it is not easy just to see that this old man can tame Jiang Shangzhen. What is Jiang Shangzhen's temper? At the beginning, he was only a golden core cultivation base. He traveled alone in our Beiju Luzhou. As a result, he entrapped many mountains and fairies and finally wiped them all away. I have no worries in my life. Only my little teacher My aunt died in melancholy, and I still can't let go of my little aunt's protection and protection of the way. If it weren't for her care, I would have been three feet above the grave. This Jiang Shangzhen, who has suffered a thousand swords, misses my little aunt , What a wonderful woman, alas. Damn, when this guy is mentioned, I am both angry and convinced."

The old shopkeeper's usual conversation is actually quite elegant, unlike Beiju Luzhou monk, when he mentioned Jiang Shangzhen, he actually gritted his teeth.

The old monk Yuanying gloated and said, "My basket is full."

The old shopkeeper spit out a mouthful of saliva, as if he wanted to spit out his depression.

He asked curiously: "Looking at the posture, the Dali Song family seems to intend to raise the Niujiaoshan Ferry.

There is even the slightest attempt to expand the Changchun Palace Ferry, when the time comes, old Su, which local snake do you need to deal with? Is it the Dali military general, or is it a consecrated monk?"

The old Yuanying monk shook his head, "Da Li is the most taboo of outsiders spying on intelligence. Our ancestral hall has specially instructed us that many well-used methods are not allowed to be used in Da Li Beiyue, so as not to make enemies because of this, Da Li Now it’s not like it was back then, and I have the confidence to stop the Bone Beach ferry going south, so I don’t know the other party’s candidate, but it’s the same anyway, I’m not interested in messing with these things, as long as the two sides can get along.”

The old Yuan Ying said, "It's only been a few years since Dali's first fairy family ferry that can accept cross-continental ferries. After it was officially put into operation, the garrison monks and generals are considered to be the first-class leaders in Dali. Which one?" It's not a hot and powerful figure. Seeing us, they all smiled with regret. From the beginning to the end, their waists were not straight. You have seen it before, and now, there is a righteous god of Beiyue called Wei Bo, right? Did you bend over like that? No way. Feng Shui will take turns, and it will soon be replaced by us asking for others."

The heartstrings of the old Yuanying monk suddenly tensed, and he gave the shopkeeper a wink. The latter seemed to be facing an enemy, and the old monk shook his head, signaling that he should not be too nervous.

As long as it is in the Bone Beach, there will be no big troubles, and I will treat the mountain guard formation of the Mazong as a display

The two turned their heads and looked together. There was a middle-aged "guest" who boarded the boat against the current, wearing a purple gold crown on his head and a white jade belt around his waist. He was very coquettish. Finally, he appeared and stood not far behind the chatting two, looked at the old shopkeeper with a smile, and asked, "What's your little aunt's name, maybe I know her."

Everything else is negotiable, it involves personal privacy, especially the little aunt, the old shopkeeper is not good at talking, his face is gloomy, "Which onion is unearthed from where do you think, and where to shrink back?"

The man spoke fluent Beiju Luzhou elegant dialect, nodded and said: "Whether you want to change your name or sit or change your surname, in Xiachunchao Palace, Zhou Fei."

The old shopkeeper laughed angrily: "If it wasn't for Jiang Shangzhen, I would just get the hell out of here."

The middle-aged monk thought for a while, then smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll get out."

He turned around and went straight to the boat.

The old shopkeeper looked at the dignified Nascent Soul cultivator beside him, and asked doubtfully, "Could it be the Nascent Soul boss like you, old Su?"

The old Yuanying stretched out a finger and pointed upwards.

The old shopkeeper was not afraid, at least he didn't panic, rubbing his chin, "Otherwise, I'll go to your Patriarch Hall to hide for a month. If there is a real fight, I'm sure how much I should pay for the wear and tear of the Pai Ma Zong Patriarch Hall. Pay, but for the sake of our old friendship, we will get a [-]% discount."

The old Yuanying patted him on the shoulder, "The other party is not good at first glance, you, just ask for blessings. The man hasn't gone far, otherwise you go to pay him a gift and apologize and ask me to say You are a businessman, since you dare to say that I am not that material, why do you need such a little face."

The old shopkeeper snorted, "If that guy is really capable, he will beat me to death in front of Mr. Su."

The old Yuanying said that he didn't care about other things, but in an instant, this master of the Pima sect was shining brightly, and then put his fingers together, as if he wanted to grab something.

But still slow.

I saw a verdant willow leaf hovering over the heart of the old shopkeeper.

A voice sounded from the railing of the boat, "You've already used up that little bit of incense before, and if you keep talking about it, you'll be really heartbroken."

The willow leaves are gone in a flash.

After a while, the old Yuanying said, "It's gone far."

The old shopkeeper's eyes were complicated, he was silent for a long time, and asked: "If I spread this news, how much money can I earn?"

The old Yuan Ying said with a smile: "I advise you not to be impulsive, you have a life to earn, but you don't have a life to spend."

The old shopkeeper endured and endured, and slapped the railing heavily, wishing to yell at the top of his voice, that dastardly Jiang Shangzhen came to Beiju Luzhou to harm his little wife again.

At the entrance of the Mural City at the foot of Pimazong Mountain, it was overcrowded. After walking for half a stick of incense, Chen Pingan finally found a relatively secluded place. He took off his bamboo hat, sat on the side of the road and had a lunch, and was about to get up. When I checked out, I saw an acquaintance who did not know when he appeared, and had already offered to help pay for it.

Chen Pingan picked up the bamboo hat and asked, "Did you come here specially to block me?"

The man said with a smile: "Some things still require me to make a special trip here to explain them carefully, so as not to get frustrated and ruin the friendship between our two brothers."

Chen Pingan was taken aback for a moment.

Whether it is in Ouhua Blessed Land or Qinghu Palace in Tongyezhou, this person is not so familiar and courteous enough to be superficial.

Jiang Shangzhen laughed and said: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I stayed in Beiju Luzhou for a while before, and I revisited my old place, and I went to do as the Romans do. I can't help it, so I like to call people brothers and sisters."

The two walked towards the entrance of the Mural City together, and Jiang Shangzhen spoke to Chen Pingan with ripples in his heart.

Just walking to the entrance, Jiang Shangzhen finished speaking, and then left, saying that there was a lot of waste waiting to be done at Shujian Lake, and he needed to rush back.

After Jiang Shangzhen separated from Chen Ping'an, he went to the Pimazong ferry again, found the old treasurer, had a good "heart-to-heart talk", moved him emotionally, and made sure there was no sequelae. Take your own magic ferry and return to Aquarius Island.

Chen Ping walked along an almost imperceptible ten-mile slope into the underground mural city. On both sides of the road, there were secret lanterns made by the fairy family, reflecting the road around it as bright as day, and the light was soft and natural, just like winter The warm sunshine here.

Chen Ping silently thought about Jiang Shangzhen's words.

Walking two steps sideways, avoiding a hurried woman holding a porcelain vase in her arms, Chen Pingan was almost completely undistracted and continued walking.

Never thought that the woman behind her fell to the ground, crying loudly, and there were pieces of porcelain on the ground beside her.

Chen Ping leaned back slightly, walked backwards in an instant, came to the side of the woman, slapped her down, and hit the other person a little dazed, and slapped her down again, making her feel hot and painful.

The woman, who was supposed to hug the man's calf and then started to be proficient, did not dare to continue howling. She timidly looked at the four or five accomplices beside the road, feeling that the two slaps had been slapped in vain, and she couldn't just let it go At that time, everyone rushed up, asking the person to pay two snowflakes, it’s no longer a matter of course, but the "authentic Liuxia vase worth three Xiaoshu coins" that she said originally cost two taels of silver.

It's a pity that in the end, the woman only suffered another kick from a young and strong man, which made her head shake, and she said, you will pay for the three taels of silver later.

The woman complained endlessly, saying that it was not the capital of two taels of silver.

In the end, it was good not to speak, but when he opened his mouth, he was kicked in the face again, and the man laughed sinisterly, the travel expenses of the brothers are not worth a tael of silver

When the group of men left, they whispered, one of them had also ordered a bowl of wontons at the stall earlier, and it was he who thought that the young ranger wearing a bamboo hat was a good striker.

On the road, the woman didn't bother to wipe the blood from the corners of her mouth. After all, people coming and going hindered the real fairy master. The broken porcelain pieces left in a hurry.

Leaving the sloping entrance of the Mural City, we arrived at an alley, where some whitened door gods, couplets, and the word "spring" on the highest point were posted.

Rubbing her cheeks, straightening her clothes, and forcing a smile, she opened the door and entered. There were two children playing in the courtyard.

The woman closed the courtyard door and went to cook in the kitchen. Looking at the rice vat with only a thin layer at the bottom, the woman sighed softly.

Wait until she finishes cooking a poor meal.

Suddenly, a child ran happily, followed by a smaller one, and came to the kitchen together, holding two snow-white coins in his hands, the child's eyes lit up, and asked: "Mother, mother, There are two coins at the door, look and see, did they spit out from the mouth of the door god?"

The woman froze on the spot.

Where did the two snowflakes come from?

Rich people are not interested in teasing her family of three, she is not the least bit pretty, and her two children are even more ordinary, so what is going on

A young man wearing a bamboo hat walked out of the alley and said to himself: "Just this one time, I don't need to know the stories of these other people in the future."

He walked slowly, turned his head and saw two children who were still very young, running with all their strength, laughing and shouting to buy candied haws, there are candied haws to eat.

The blue-clothed swordsman also laughed, and helped his bamboo hat. These years, his eyes have always been quiet and quiet, and it is rare for him to be so warm, "Then I will know again later."

For some reason, after making up his mind to "disturb others" one more time, the young foreign swordsman striding forward suddenly felt that instead of being stagnant and dull in his heart, he only felt that the sky was big and the earth was big. can go.