Sword comes

Chapter 833

Ning Yao asked the innkeeper for some snacks, and asked for an extra room by the way. The innkeeper glanced at Chen Pingan, but Chen Pingan remained silent.

Look at what I do, the conscience of heaven and earth, we have no collusion.Besides, what can I say, I opened the inn?

The disciple of the closed door squinted at his husband, and the husband squinted at the street outside the shop, the night was dark, and he was traveling in a foreign land, a little lonely.

Sitting down at the other side of the room, Chen Pingan poured a bowl of wine for her husband, then looked at Ning Yao, she shook her head, and Chen Pingan only poured a bowl for herself.

In the most difficult part of my life, Zeng Ye, a young man from Shujian Lake, and Su Xinzhai, a female ghost, accompanied Chen Pingan through that journey of mountains and rivers.

The old scholar probably felt that the atmosphere was a bit silent, so he picked up the wine bowl, bumped lightly with Chen Pingan, and then opened his mouth first, as if a master was examining the academic studies of a school student: "There is a sentence in the "Uncovering" chapter. Ping An?"

Just as Chen Pingan took a sip of his wine, his husband mentioned "Uncovering". The answer is actually easy to guess. He quickly put down his wine bowl and said, "Mr.

The old scholar smiled and asked: "Then you don't know why Mr. Sir would advise the world like this back then?"

Chen Pingan said: "I guess Mr. was poor back then and couldn't afford to drink alcohol, so he hated those who bought alcohol and paid for it without blinking an eye?"

The old scholar clapped his hands on the table and laughed loudly: "What is a proud student? This is it!"

It's not like left and right, when you were stupid, you liked to block yourself with such words, so why don't you allow your husband to slap yourself in the face?Mr. has written so many sages and sages’ doctrines in the book, it can’t fit in several big baskets, and he can really do it all.

The one who is the most caring and the smallest padded jacket is indeed a closed disciple.

The old scholar drank a bowl of wine. As soon as the wine bowl fell, Chen Ping'an had already filled it up. The old scholar stroked his beard and said with emotion: "At that time, I was greedy. The most uncomfortable thing was turning up the lamp at night and hearing some drunkards in the alley. Spit in the mouth, sir, wish to sew their mouths shut, waste the drink and waste money! Back then, sir, I made a big ambition, safe?"

Chen Pingan said: "If you become an imperial official or a Confucian sage in the coming year, you must make a rule that you are not allowed to vomit while drinking."

The old scholar nodded, "Yes, yes."

Ning Yao changed his mind and poured himself a bowl of wine.

Chen Pingan roughly talked about Shujian Lake and Su Xinzhai, and also talked about the old country woman who lived the difficult life calmly.

The old scholar smashed a dried salted peanut shell with two fingers, put it in his mouth, nodded and said: "The only knowledge of a hero in the world is nothing more than the word calm. A villain reverses the world and straightens it with his backhand, which is calm. If I feel powerless, then It doesn't help, and being able to take care of yourself is still calm."

In fact, all three people present here are well aware that the inn, the girl, and the large vase are all arranged by Cui Chan.

A Lake of Books and Slips made Chen Pingan hit the wall for many years, and his whole body was skinny and skinny, but as long as he survived it, it seemed that besides discomfort, there was nothing left but discomfort.

Cui Chan never gave much, especially not giving Chen Pingan any practical benefits, whether it was the last landscape painting in Tongyezhou, or the girl in the inn tonight, Cui Chan seemed to only give Chen Pingan's heart. , put a light in the distance, if you don't go to that step by yourself, or choose to avoid detours, then you will miss it for the rest of your life.What Cui Chan did seems to be telling Chen Pingan a very cruel truth. Despair is what you ask for, so hope is what you ask for.

Ning Yao asked: "Since we are lucky enough to reunite with her in this life, what are we going to do next?"

From Ning Yao's point of view, in Su Xinzhai's life, the young girl can barely be regarded as having some cultivation qualifications, so she can naturally be taken to Luopo Mountain to practice. Don't forget that what Chen Pingan is best at is actually not settling accounts, or even practicing, but for others berm.

But Ning Yao didn't think it would be the best choice for the girl to go up to the mountain to practice immediately.

Chen Pingan said: "I have to talk to her a little bit more when I turn back."

In fact, on the way here, Chen Pingan had been thinking about this matter, being attentive and careful.

Generally speaking, only by practicing, the inn girl who still doesn't know her name in this life can have a chance to get enlightened, remember the past life, renew the fate in this life, and fulfill the long-cherished wish of the previous life.

Just like many ordinary people, on the road of life, you can always meet some "familiar faces", but most of them don't think much about it, just glance at it for a few times, and then pass by.

But remembering what happened in the previous life, it must be the last thought of Su Xinzhai in the previous life, what does the girl want in this life now?

The old scholar smiled and said: "You can do whatever is good for the little girl. As for what is really good, there is no need to worry. Many times we have to admit that not everything can be planned for a rainy day. Really, only things can come. Only then can we solve it. Ping An, you especially forget one thing, to a girl, she is just her, but in your eyes, she is Su Xinzhai of Shujian Lake and Huangli Mountain."

If you don't go up the mountain, for example, in Dalijing City, you can live a stable life in the market below the mountain, but the years are shorter, marrying a wife, taking care of your husband and raising your children, so it's not a good thing.The little girl wants to go up the mountain one day, and it won't be too late to practice again.Luopo Mountain still has some family background, there is no shortage of preachers, and there is no shortage of fairy money.

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "You must first understand this truth before you can do the following things well."

From the beginning to the end, Chen Ping'an seemed very calm, but in just a few words, he had already drank several sips of wine.

Drinking in a hurry is a big taboo at the wine table, no matter how much you drink, it is easy to capsize in the wine tank, and then most of them will run under the wine table and claim to be invincible and I am not drunk.

Chen Pingan said: "Why did you suddenly go to imitate Bai Yujing and talk to others?"

The old scholar raised his legs, took a sip of his wine, and said with a smile: "I have been cultivating in Gongdelin for many years, and I have accumulated a lot of little complaints. I have studied there for many years, and I have made some progress. If I really want to talk about the reason, it is Mouth itches, it’s almost like being greedy for alcohol without money in your pocket.”

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Mr. this time, although I regret that I didn't see it with my own eyes and ears, I know that Mr.'s opponent's knowledge is as high as the sky just by the vision of heaven and earth that swept half of the room. Sir, can't this one go?"

The old scholar stepped on the bench with one leg, lifted the wine bowl, bumped it lightly, nodded vigorously and said: "The old master is indeed very knowledgeable, and he is the most righteous and water-loving sage in the world. There is nothing like it. He is very powerful. "

The old scholar and Chen Pingan finished drinking a bowl of wine each. Chen Ping turned over the wine bowl with a smile to show that there was no wine left. The old scholar glanced at his wine bowl and took another sip resentfully. The wine bowl, say it's full, continue to be full.The old scholar thought to himself that if you drink like this, you won't be really drunk in the end.Tomorrow, I will only get up at three poles in the sun, and I will complain to my husband again, and Zuo Junqian is not by my side, so my husband,

Chen Pingan poured the wine again, took off his boots, sat cross-legged, and said with emotion: "Sir, you are alone in harmony with others, and you are going to fight against the right time and place."

The old scholar sighed endlessly, "It's a loss, it's difficult."

Ning Yao found out that the two disciples did not talk about winning or losing, neither asked about the result, they just flattered the old master here.

The more knowledgeable the old master is, the more the gentleman wins, naturally the more knowledgeable.

The old scholar turned his head and said with a smile: "Girl Ning, everyone knows about this long journey with the sword. From now on, I will say hello to Ah Liang and the left and right, and give up their respective titles as soon as they have the best sword intent and sword skills."

Ning Yao said: "I won't come to Haoran often in the future, don't worry about the Confucian Temple."

If it wasn't for Mr. Wen Sheng, she wouldn't bother to explain anything like this.

The old scholar smiled and shook his head, "Worrying about what to do, the Confucian Temple still has this kind of tolerance, and now Li Sheng is in charge of things in person, and the atmosphere is quite different from before. If you don't come here often, girl Ning, I'm worried. What I am really worried about is that you will not be free from now on."

Look at the patriarchs of the Three Religions, who would visit another house?

As No.1 in the colorful world, Ningyao's situation in the future is of course much better than that of Chen Qingdu who has spent ten thousand years in the city, but in the end there is the same... pain.

Ning Yao said: "One world, free to come and go, is enough."

The old scholar sighed and shook his head, "It's too early to say that."

Ning Yao felt a little helpless, but she just listened to Master Wen Sheng's words.

She remembered something and told Chen Pingan about it.The old coachman had promised her that Chen Pingan could ask him three questions that would not violate his oath.

Chen Ping smiled and nodded.

The old scholar seemed to express his feelings. After drinking, he smiled and said: "Some bastards who have made some famous names can't be taught, and they won't be changed. You really can only wait for them to come out one by one. Rotten, rotten."

As for who the old scholar is scolding, it may be some old idiot who doesn't do shit in the officialdom and is the only one who is the best at stumbling, maybe it's some old sword fairy in Zhengyang Mountain, maybe it's some Haorantian The old guy whose life-saving skill is higher than the realm, the old scholar didn't name him, who knows.

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "Remember it."

The three of them noticed a strange aura almost at the same time.

It's not in the capital city of Dali, but far away in the land of Gyeonggi, which is a yin and yin road that yang people avoid.

The old Xiucai relied on the connection between the sage and the heaven and the earth, Ning Yao relied on the cultivation of the Ascension Realm, and Chen Pingan relied on the ripples of the Dao Heart that overwhelmed him.

Chen Ping got up and said, "I'll go outside and have a look."

Ning Yao is about to leave the inn with Chen Pingan.

The old scholar smiled and said, "Girl Ning, you don't have to follow. The Dali court has already done a good job in opening the way. You are too strong with swordsmanship, so you can't help. It's nothing, just some precautions for the colorful world, anyway I figured it out on my own, and it’s not counted as selfishness, so let’s chat with you.”

A pure swordsman, outside of the battlefield, his killing power is endless, and his ability to kill is the first, not necessarily for living people.

Ning Yao sat down again, Chen Ping shrank from the mountains and rivers, and his figure in a green shirt dispersed and gathered together. He came to the top of the capital wall in one step, and looked into the distance. meandering river.

On the mountain-water road specially selected from the deserted countryside, the yin energy is too heavy, because there are few living people, and the yang energy is thin. Ordinary qi practitioners, even earth immortals, who are good at getting close may have to wear down their Taoism. If you look closely with the Qi Watching technique, you can find that the trees on the road, even if they are not stepped on at all, in fact have no contact with the undead, but the green color has already revealed some unusual deadness, as if His face was livid.

A group of big Li Qi fighters outside the capital city were responsible for guarding this section of the city. One of the old priests and the blue-clothed swordsman who suddenly appeared asked, "Who is here?"

Chen Pingan took out the Punishment Department's No Matter card from his sleeve, and hung it on his waist. Since he was from his own family, after the old priest checked the authenticity of the No Matter card, he just clasped his fists and didn't ask any more questions.

Chen Ping was silent for a moment, and asked, "Old man, the number of people seems to be extraordinarily high this time? It looks like there are about [-]?"

The old priest nodded, "Because it's the second-to-last call, so the number will be more."

In fact, the old priest didn't want to talk much at first, but the uninvited guest said the word "number" instead of wording such as dead souls and ghosts, which made the old man willing to talk.

In the northern territory of Dali, in the land of Longxing of the Song family, there is a water and land ceremony held by the abbot of the Jingcheng Translation Bureau all year round, and a Zhoutian Dajiao in charge of the Chongxu Bureau to extradite the ghosts and souls on the battlefield sites to return to the north. The hometown has been held for many years, day and night, and it still hasn't ended. It is true that too many people died in the battle of the Dali border army. In recent years, the Dali court has been issued by the emperor, and the Ministry of Rites has taken the lead in preparing for this matter. The Ministry paid for it, and the Ministry of War sent people to guard it. Just for the mighty Yin soldiers to cross the border, they opened up three costly mountain and river routes.

Every time on the way, there are thousands or even more than ten thousand battlefield undead wandering souls who stop in the daytime to prevent the remaining souls from being exposed to the sun, and inhabit the landscape formations set up along the way by the Dali Qi Practitioners. Traveling in the middle of the night, there are great virtuous monks chanting scriptures all the way, holding tin to lead the way, and Taoist real people recite Taoist formulas silently and ring bells to guide them. There are also Qintian supervisors and Dali iron riders riding on both sides of the road to prevent wandering spirits from wandering away. , coupled with the cooperation of the gods of mountains and rivers, city gods, and Wenwu Temple, made this matter never have any major mistakes, and did not disturb the people of the world.

It is rumored that a servant from the frontier army in the capital's military department once publicly threatened the officials of the household department not to discuss any difficulties with me. There is no need to discuss this matter. The dead souls of the Dali Frontier Army will not linger in the battlefield site for too long, so that their souls will be scattered.For this reason, the Ministry of War specially dispatched five or six people to stay in the government office of the Ministry of Households every day as a temporary "errand" to supervise and monitor the progress of this matter, and quarrels were common.

In addition to the monks dedicated to Dali, the gentlemen and sages of the Confucian Academy, and the masters of Buddhism and Taoism who lead the way all the way, there are also Qin Tianjian Dishi, Jingshi Wenwu Temple Heroes, Duchenghuang Temple, and Dudi Temple, each performing its duties and responsible for each. At the landscape ferry to attract the dead.

Chen Pingan stood on the top of the city, watching the night tour from afar.

The family and the country are safe, where are the old friends, the mountains and rivers are far away, and the clouds and smoke are vast.

These mountains and rivers meet each other, but it is already a difference between life and death, and the separation of yin and yang.

Indeed, how can there be so many love at first sight, ready to laugh.

Chen Ping turned his head and saw Song Xu's group of young monks walking away from the wind in the distance. They were probably busy on their way and went to the dark road as soon as possible. Stepping on a sword, dragging out an extremely long golden line, the master Han Zhoujin seemed to be walking, every time he took a step, the mountains and rivers were miles away, and there were circles of spiritual ripples under his feet, like flowers blooming at night, In addition, Daolu Geling, Yu Yu, a military monk, Lu Hui, a Confucian scholar, and Houjue, a young novice, also performed supernatural powers and traveled far away in a hurry.

Chen Pingan's figure turned into eighteen sword lights, and the side of the city was like a flower blooming suddenly. Ten miles away, Chen Pingan staggered to the ground. Standing still, using several kinds of talismans including snow and mud talismans to help him conceal his aura, he squatted on a tree branch on the top of a wild mountain, overlooking the road down the mountain.

Lu Hui, Hou Jue, and Ge Ling, who come from the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism, are obviously familiar with the matter of leading the way. The warriors took the lead in walking together, and the little military girl from the Yu family of Shangzhu State was not far behind, and walked side by side with a group of martial arts heroes from the capital and capital.

A mountain and river road to extradite the undead is extremely wide, and four camps are vaguely divided. Behind Yu Yu and the heroes of Wumiao, there are the largest number, accounting for nearly half of the camps.

Song Xu and Han Zhoujin found a young man standing in the rear. This man was riding a horse in the Great Li Iron Cavalry Army. He was a Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator who was less than a hundred years old.

Seeing the two, the cavalier just nodded, Han Zhoujin took out two armored horse talismans, and rode forward with Song Xu, Han Zhoujin and a woman who had a good relationship asked in his heart: "What's going on?" ?”

Because earlier Han Zhoujin found out that the great virtuous monks and Taoist masters who were leading tonight were all unfamiliar faces, and looked haggard, as if they were seriously injured, especially the heroes of the martial arts temple. She could even see them when they were walking forward. His golden body was worn to such an extent that it was visible to the naked eye, and the stars were scattered in the night.

The fellow female cultivator couldn't hide her exhausted expression, and said: "First of all, the number of tractors this time is really too much, and moreover, the Ministry of Rites issued another death order earlier. Dao, too much spiritual energy was consumed along the way, and it has disturbed the atmosphere of the mountains and rivers by at least [-]% more than expected. It is obvious that we are not doing things well. I am worried that there will be accidents in the last night tour. Master Shangshu has spoken, what else can we do? , I can only bite the bullet and ignore the loss of Taoism. Otherwise, no one will be able to eat and walk around in the next evaluation of the Rites and Punishments."

Song Xu asked: "Huajing, is there anyone making trouble along the way?"

The Nascent Soul Realm Sword Cultivator said indifferently, "Turn back and read the spy information yourself."

Song Xu was used to this, and this Yuan Huajing was nicknamed Yelang.He is the leader of five Qi practitioners on another hill.

The temperament of the two parties is at odds, and they have not always dealt with each other.Only on the battlefield will they cooperate seamlessly.

Yuan Huajing frowned slightly, and found that there were dozens of battlefield dead souls on the road ahead, showing signs of dissipating souls, and said in a deep voice, "Du Jian, are you blind?"

Behind him was a young man with a pale face and dry, chapped lips. He was dressed as a cavalryman. He was already exhausted. He was sitting on the horseback while taking a nap and warming up his spiritual energy. He was really exhausted, but After hearing Yuan Huajing's words, he got up without hesitation, pointed his toes, and swept forward, raised his palm high, twisted his wrist, and soft silk threads appeared between his five fingers. When he lifted them slightly, the silk threads gathered in an orderly manner When the formation was formed, the golden light shone like a precious compass, and the light fell on the ground where the ghosts and ghosts were walking.

Just like this, the young cavalry guarded against the wind, while holding the compass in one hand... holding the compass in one hand, protecting one side, as long as there is a slight sign of the soul of the dead, there will be a precious light shining on it.

Song Xu reminded: "It's too late."

Yuan Huajing said indifferently: "It seems that it is not your turn to be a golden core to point fingers."

There are five people in Yuan Huajing's group. Apart from him, the Nascent Soul Realm Sword Cultivator, there is also a Ghost Cultivator and a Qi Practitioner from the Onmyoji Family. The other two were former field cultivators.

They were obviously more murderous than Song Xu and the other six.

Song Xu didn't take it seriously, instead he took the initiative to tell Yuan Huajing about the young hermit's entry into Beijing, and after meeting him, he talked about the weirdness of the preacher Aunt Feng.

Yuan Huajing nodded, "I saw all the sword lights from Ning Yao earlier."

Song Xu hesitated for a moment, but still reminded: "Public and private are clearly distinguished."

The cavalry commander beside him was born in the Yuan family of Shangzhu Kingdom, and Yuan Huajing's younger brother was the concubine of the Yuan family who married the daughter of the Xu family in Qingfeng City.

Yuan Huajing sneered and said, "Because His Royal Highness' surname is Song, can you be so lenient?"

Song Xu choked for a while, and suddenly laughed, "You really should have a good chat with that official Chen Yin."

It was rare for Yuan Huajing to take the initiative to speak, "Is it still difficult for the six of you to join forces?"

Song Xu nodded: "Yu Yu said that he would only be chopped melons and vegetables. There was a review afterwards, and Lu Hui said that relying on those words spoken by Chen Pingan was of no benefit to the battle situation and could be ignored .”

Yuan Huajing said: "Zhao Yao from the Ministry of Punishment still hasn't found a suitable candidate? If it's that Zhou Haijing, I don't think the weight is enough."

Song Xu shook his head and said, "It's not that you don't know what Zheng Qian's identity is. Zhao Shilang can only take the next best thing, and determine his aptitude through Yuhong's questioning with her."

Yuan Huajing frowned and said, "I don't like Zhou Haijing, a woman warrior."

Song Xu said helplessly: "Otherwise, where can we find a young martial artist in the mountain top realm, and he must be expected to enter the tenth realm? In terms of martial arts, we are only worse than the Central Earth Divine Continent. That embroiderer has no ambitions, besides, in my opinion, she is similar to Zhou Haijing, and she is from Beiju Luzhou after all, so it is not suitable."

There was actually a suitable candidate for the vacancy of a pure martial artist in the early years, but he died in Shujian Lake.

Otherwise, once the twelve terrestrial branches are filled, according to the careful deduction of the Ministry of Punishment and the Qin Tianjian, twelve Qi trainers and pure martial artists who are less than a hundred years old can work together to kill a monk in the fairyland other than swordsman.

The most important thing is that they have endless and interlocking methods to ensure that no one on their side will die, or even their realm will not fall.

It's a pity that the real killer is the pure martial artist who has been pending.

Otherwise, in the previous battle with the capital, they would definitely not have killed only two monks from the Jade Raw Realm.

The two monster heads happened to be chopped off by Yuan Huajing with a flying sword.

The 11 of them are all night tourists, and they are destined to remain undistinguished until they found a sect in the coming year.

Yuan Huajing suddenly turned his head to look at a mountain, and said, "Chen Ping'an, why do you deliberately hide? You just like to hide and watch plays so much?"

When Chen Pingan heard the words, he just glanced at the young Nascent Soul Realm Sword Cultivator, ignoring the other party's provocation.

When he came here, Chen Pingan began to operate the five key natal qi houses and the aura of the major princes.

Yuan Huajing sneered and said, "Since you have chosen to stand by and watch, please go farther away and stop trying to harass people here."

The mountain and water gods who guarded the road along the way consumed the essence of incense and even the wear and tear of their golden bodies.

As for Qi practitioners, in addition to the depletion of accumulated spiritual energy, they will even wear down their morality, especially if they make a careless move, they will also damage their ancestral shadow and yin virtue.

Even a sword cultivator like Yuan Huajing seems to have nothing to do, but in fact he still needs to use sword energy to protect the road for this big Li iron cavalry, which is always wasted.

Therefore, this errand of traveling the dark road at night is a thankless chore for anyone. Afterwards, the yamen of the Dali court will of course make up for it, but if you really want to care about it, it is still profit and loss. obvious.

But even so, it is still the case, but it is the simplest responsibility.

The woman driving side by side with Han Zhoujin was the ghost monk, and she asked in her heart, "I have seen that young hermit official, how does he look like?"

Han Zhoujin smiled and said: "Excellent, personable, and a sword fairy."

The female ghost curled her lips, "But since he's here all the time, I'm just watching from a distance, so I don't admire him as much as before."

Han Zhoujin explained with a smile: "He is a sword fairy, even if he is a master of martial arts with a mastery of boxing, what can he do?"

The female ghost nodded, deeply convinced, "That's right! Makes sense!"

It's just unavoidable regret in my heart.

What's the matter, the female ghost can't think of spring, a young man from the same town, for the sake of his beloved woman, has been alone in the city for many years, and she is not allowed to admire him a little bit.

With her temper, when they meet each other in the future, she'll be like a hungry tiger jumping on a sheep without saying a word, how much money can my old lady take.

Chen Ping was on the top of the mountain, and finally took a close look at the specific situation of the [-] Yin spirits on the battlefield.

The next moment, a bright sword light pierced the night.

Shining on the road of the earth, it is as bright as day, and every detail is visible, but the most unusual thing is that the sword energy is so majestic and upright, all the ghosts and ghosts on the road of Yinming are not afraid, but even those The ghost, which had already been mentally and mentally muddy, added a bit of clear eyes unreasonably.

In the far distance, suddenly there is a phantom of a mountain, like the monk's golden body, standing upright on the road.

At the feet of the heroes of the Wenwu Temple, Yu Yu, and the little monk Houjue, who are the leaders of the passers-by, there are ripples, sparkling under the moonlit night, as if... there is an extra smooth waterway like a mirror.

It is a great pattern in which mountains and rivers depend on each other, the mountains are full of Taoism, and the waterways are full of aura.

Not only that, but the little monk Houjue suddenly lowered his head and turned his head again. He was surprised to find the ghost team stretching for several miles behind him, and a golden scripture appeared under his feet.

All ghosts and ghosts, when they walk on this road, there are golden lotus flowers blooming under their feet at every step, swaying and swaying.

Lu Hui, a Confucian scholar, stepped on the road, followed by Yin Ling, and under his feet were snow-white characters refined from frontier poems. Words are connected into sentences, sentences into poems, and poems into roads.

Under the feet of Daolu Ge Ling and several Daoist masters, there are mysterious and mysterious formulas, which make a road appear colorful and glazed.

And Yu Yu was horrified to find that on the road in front of her, in the water, there appeared a number of virtual flying swords as big as boats, paving the way.

The vision didn't stop there. When the blue shirt in the far distance began to climb the mountain slowly, golden threads bloomed from his body in an instant, drifting away, killing more than 3 heroic spirits who died in battle, Pull one by one.

Climbing alone, dragging forward.

With the loss of his own merits, he refined countless long lines of cause and effect, which were drawn to the [-] Yin spirits behind him, and Qingshan led the way.

After that, the back of the mountain climber in the green shirt, walked faster and faster, and finally sailed against the wind, like an empty boat, a ferry, one person led [-] heroic spirits, wading through mountains and rivers together, darting forward, surpassing As fast as I imagined, I rushed to the Water and Land Ceremony and the Zhoutian Dajiao.

All the gods of mountains and rivers and Qi practitioners from all walks of life seemed to have nothing to do at the moment.

Just follow.

Rao's Dao heart was as strong as a sword cultivating Yuan Huajing, but he was also stunned and speechless.

Song Xu smiled knowingly, Chen Yinguan did know how to "chat".

Song Xu, the prince of the Great Li Song Clan, put away his thoughts, and saluted that figure from afar, fascinated by it.

The female ghost was speechless, and after a long time, she murmured: "So many merits, don't you want to give up all of them? Such a loss-making business, even an outsider, I feel distressed."

Han Zhoujin's eyes were shining brightly, and he said with a smile, "He's a secret official, he doesn't do anything unusual."

Wearing the green shirt, when he approached the destination, he just turned around and clasped fists with those heroes on the battlefield, and then left with his sword Guang Huahong.

Maybe among the night tour team tonight, there are those frontier cavalry soldiers on the wind and snow road, or their battlefield robes.

A carriage hung on the tail of the team. Because the right servant of the Ministry of Rites in the carriage is not a monk on the mountain, it should not be too close. The right servant of the Ministry of Rites called for a fellow general of the frontier army. After the two sides discussed, Including Song Xu and Yuan Huajing, all gods and monks have received an order that no one should disclose what happened tonight for the time being, and have to wait for the news from the Ministry of Rites.

On the top of a quiet mountain in the border of Gyeonggi, Chen Ping'an fell down, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and began to sit cross-legged, calming the chaotic atmosphere in the small world in his body.

The old scholar came quietly, and said with a smile: "I have worked so hard to save up some money, so if I don't want it, I don't want it?"

The disciple of the closed door was very intentional in doing this. He not only helped lead the way, but also used a method. Before doing things, he was sincere and confessed to the world that he was a Confucian monk, so he could only give up merit and not earn any merit.

Chen Pingan immediately opened his eyes and said with a smile: "From heaven and earth, to return to heaven and earth is a matter of course. It's like earning money through hard work, and it's not just spending money casually. Besides, you can earn it again in the future."

The old scholar squatted aside, let Chen Ping rest for a while, and said with emotion for no reason: "I feel sorry for the plum blossom and moon, and I can't bear to sleep all night."

Chen Pingan echoed: "I can't bear to sleep all night, Yuehuamei has pity on me."

The old scholar clapped his hands together, "Wonderful."

Chen Pingan said: "After all, he is the disciple of the master."

The old scholar smiled and said: "Boy, there is no outsider at the moment, it's a waste, isn't it?"

Chen Pingan simply stopped breathing, took out two pots of glutinous rice wine from his hometown, and shared a pot with his husband.

The old scholar smiled and asked: "This swordsmanship and evasion method are still not mastered? Why don't you ask Ning girl for advice?"

Chen Pingan said honestly: "Sir, I really don't have the shame to learn this swordsmanship from Ning Yao. With my skin, I don't need to learn from anyone, let alone Ning Yao. Besides, when I practiced boxing back then, I was the first to learn it. I still spread out the boxing manual on the table, the words I learned from Ning Yao, and the boxing ideas I learned. But I don’t want Ning Yao to think too much, such as making her feel that she practiced the sword too easily and smoothly, but when it comes to me, she just suffers. In fact, there is no suffering, to be honest, practicing sword is much easier than learning boxing."

The old scholar said: "It's just that in comparison, it's actually not easy."

Then the old scholar stroked his beard and smiled, and couldn't help admiring: "This is old and kind."

Only talking about love between men and women, but talking about Huigen, especially the ability to apply what you have learned. I am afraid that several of my direct disciples, Cui Chan, Zuo Zuo, Jun Qian, and Xiao Qi, taken together, are not as good as this closed disciple beside me.

Chen Pingan suddenly felt guilty: "It seems that I always make my husband so busy, and I am the last one to let my husband worry and effort."

The old scholar took a sip of his wine and said with a soft smile: "Just say something stupid, don't say it in the future, or the master will be angry."

When I get angry, I can't help but want to scold Zuoyou and Junqian. Now that these two are not around, one is at the Jianqi Great Wall site, and the other has gone to Qingming Tianxia to see Baiye. It is even more uncomfortable not to scold.

The old scholar rolled his eyes, coughed, and said in a low voice: "Peace, girl Ning has spoken for some reason, let us go to your senior brother's house to catch up on the old days."

Chen Pingan turned his head, eyes sad and said: "Sir, what's going on? No matter how hard you work for your disciples, you can't do this."

The old scholar was even more worried with his beard, and lifted the flagon resentfully, "Go one, go one."

Chen Pingan complained: "Go with a hammer, sir, drink it yourself."

The old scholar let out a hello, and suddenly said: "By the way, it's safe, sir, I was at the inn just now, and I gave you the letter of appointment, and Ning girl accepted it, but Ning girl also said that the wedding banquet must be held in Feisheng city first." Do it side by side."

Chen Ping's eyes lit up, "Sir, let's go one by one."

The old scholar shook his arms, complaining to himself: "Go with a hammer, sir, drink it yourself."

Chen Pingan must bump into the flagon with his husband, "Mr. has worked hard and made great achievements, so I can't do it!"

After drinking the wine, the old scholar said: "By the way, Ning girl still needs to go to the Confucian Temple with me. There are some things that Li Sheng wants to say. Since it's a matter of business, it's in accordance with the rules of etiquette at the Gongde Forest. Peace, don't worry, they're all members of our own family, and they won't embarrass girl Ning if they make things difficult for them. This round trip doesn't need to take too much time."

Chen Ping nodded lightly without any objection.

Mr. and his disciples drank wine at the top of the mountain here, and returned to the alley in the capital together. As for the inn, forget it.

The old Yuanying monk blocked the way again, frowned and said: "Chen Pingan, let's forget about you and Ning Yao, and bringing an outsider is against the rules."

Zhao Duanming didn't dare to speak for Brother Chen whom he had just met in this kind of matter.

The old scholar looked at the young man, smiled and asked, "This handsome young man, has he been struck by lightning several times?"

Zhao Duanming nodded and said: "A good man doesn't mention his bravery, less than ten times."

Chen Pingan explained with a smile: "It's my husband, not an outsider."

Liu Jia asked suspiciously, "Which sir?"

The old scholar tugged on his skirt and shook his sleeves.

Chen Pingan continued: "It is the gentleman of the younger generation, that is, the husband of Senior Brother Cui and Mr. Qi."

The old monk had a face full of disbelief, and was embarrassed for a while, so he dared not speak.

Even if the statue of Wen Sheng has been moved out of the Confucian Temple of Zhongtu Confucianism long ago, and he has not been able to eat cold pork head meat for many years, but for a mountain monk like Liu Jia, a Confucian saint who once stood side by side with Li Sheng and Ya Sheng, a Confucian saint who can teach The Confucian saints who came out of the embroidered tiger Cui Chan, Jian Xian Zuo Zuo, and Mr. Qi, when an existence that was originally far away in the sky, was really close at hand, they didn't dare to say a word except for embarrassment, and really had no other choice.

Zhao Duanming asked in his heart: "Brother Chen, are you really a literary sage?"

Chen Pingan nodded and smiled, "Otherwise?"

Zhao Duanming immediately saluted and said, "Dali Tianshui Zhao's disciple, Zhao Duanming, pay homage to Master Wensheng!"

The old scholar smiled and said: "Master Liu Xian, Duan Ming, there is no need to be so polite."

Liu Jia clasped his fists and said in a trembling voice, "Liu Jia has seen Wen Sheng."

The old scholar waved his hand and walked with Chen Pingan in the alley. When they reached the gate of the courtyard, Chen Pingan pushed the door open because it was not locked. Turning his head, he found that Mr. Chen was standing outside the door and hadn't crossed the threshold for a long time.

Chen Ping stopped and waited quietly for Mr.

The old scholar looked inside the door, didn't move for a long time, and muttered to himself: "Since you are so unlucky and became my first apprentice, then sir, don't say that you have worked hard. There are some things that you did wrong."

Old people inside the door, old people outside the door, and sages and sages have been lonely since ancient times.

In the end, the old scholar didn't go into the Yiyun building, but sat on the stone bench in the courtyard outside the study building. Chen Pingan moved some books from the study building on the table, and the old scholar slowly flipped through the books while drinking.

In fact, they are all the works of old scholars who have not yet become literary sages, so most of them are the first editions, but the engravings are poor and not sophisticated enough, but the pages are very neat, like new books, and each book's title page does not have any The book collection seal of a later generation book flipper, and there is no narration commentary.

Chen Pingan was sitting on the threshold of the study building, breathed out, closed his eyes and meditated, only the sound of his husband flipping through the books could be heard in his ears.

Finally, the old scholar turned to a page, which happened to be the content of the unmasking chapter. The old scholar closed the book and put this book in his sleeve.

There is nothing to say all night, only the bright moon drifts away, the sun rises, and the world shines brightly.