Liu Xianyang really just went back to his hometown to see it, and after reading it, he took the dragon boat ferry called "Turning Ink" in Luoluo Mountain, which could not go directly to the old Dragon City, and needed to transit at the Xianjia ferry near a comb water country in the middle of Aquarius, and go south along the dragon road.

All the ancestral monks on Zhuhai Island have already moved from Shujian Lake to Cherayback, which can be regarded as the first immortal power to conclude an alliance with Luoluo Mountain.

Her Royal Highness the eldest princess, who listened to the government in the past, and now the owner of the island, Liu Chongrun, personally temporarily served as the steward of the ferry, and it was difficult to reassure people after all that there was no earth immortal monk in a ferry.

Ruan Xiu was at the Niujiaoshan ferry to see off Liu Xianyang.

The dragon boat is huge, it is a mountain of gold and silver, Liu Xianyang is very emotional, in the early years, the three of them, the most wanted to make money, in fact, it was not Gu Can, it was Chen Ping'an. However, unlike Gu Can, who wants to make money and thinks about how to spend it early, Chen Ping'an is poor and afraid, only if he can earn money every day, no matter how much, even if his family has just one more copper coin than yesterday, can he make the unstable days become stable and make the stable days more stable.

This time back to his hometown, Liu Xianyang is mostly going door-to-door, and those neighbors who have stayed in the town for more than one year, the old people are going less and less every year, and the children who wear open crotch pants are growing up year by year, each has a marriage, and he may not know Liu Xianyang when he sees him, those peers in the past are busy doing business in the state city, so Liu Xianyang can really talk to people There are not many opportunities, and they are destined to be fewer and fewer in the future.

Now chatting with the old man, Xinghua Lane has become the horse Kuxuan of the mountain gods, Chen Ping'an, a big landlord who bought many mountains in his hometown, Song Jixin, who has inexplicably become the son of a dragon and a grandson, and Dong Shuijing, who is doing a big deal with the officials and lords in the state city, are the most talked about topics by the people in the town.

And these old people who have endured hard life seem to like to praise the feng shui of Xinghua Lane and Mud Bottle Lane, saying that it is no worse than Na Fulu Street and Taoye Lane.

Liu Xianyang likes to listen to the old people talk about these parents, especially some old people who are not familiar with the mud bottle lane earlier, talking about Chen Ping'an, it seems that he is watching his own juniors who grow up every day, so that Liu Xianyang listens very happily, indeed, in terms of dealing with people, especially dealing with elders, Chen Ping'an has been good at it since he was a child, usually he doesn't talk much, but when he sees someone on the road, he will take the initiative to greet him, and he will never mess up the generation, even if the other party ignores it and doesn't give it with squint eyes, the next time they meet, the boy in Mud Bottle Lane will still call him in a proper manner。

Some of them have made a fortune and suddenly become rich, but they rely on their fate and cannot be envious. But some things are accumulated, and it seems that you can learn them casually, but you can't seem to learn them.

Liu Xianyang waited for the dragon boat ferry to dock, and also needed to unload and load, and now the dragon boat business is related to the Phi Ma Sect and the Spring Dew Garden in Beiju Luzhou, which is a matter that many small town people can't imagine.

Liu Xianyang suddenly smiled and asked, "The kid named Xie Ling on the mountain looks quite strange. ”

There are words in the words, and it has always been a small-town custom.

Ruan Xiu snorted and said, "It's just a child." ”

Liu Xianyang gloated a little.

Ruan Xiu said: "You can't control Gu Can." ”

Liu Xianyang nodded and said: "If I die, I will beat him, Gu Can will not fight back, and he will not be able to change the fundamental heart of the little slug, I have known this for a long time, so I didn't think about how to care about him." This little bastard finally has a little conscience left, and knows who is really good for him. ”

Ruan Xiu and Liu Xianyang are old acquaintances, Liu Xianyang actually entered the sword-casting shop on the bank of the Longxu River earlier than Chen Ping'an, and served as an apprentice, not the kind of short-term labor that Chen Ping'an helped later. Whether it is firing porcelain, casting swords or iron, it seems that Liu Xianyang has to follow the customs of the countryside faster than Chen Ping'an, Liu Xianyang is like paving the road, there is a way to go, he likes to pull Chen Ping'an behind him.

On the road of life, many people want their friends to live well, but they may not want their friends to live better than themselves, especially much better.

Liu Xianyang is not like this, nor is Chen Ping'an, this is probably why two people with very different temperaments can become real friends, and after the earth-shaking changes in the lives of both parties, they are even more friends.

Ruan Xiu held an embroidered handkerchief in one hand, twisted a piece of peach blossom cake, and asked, "Didn't you go to Mud Bottle Lane to say hello to her and have a few words?"

Liu Xianyang said with emotion: "The love of my youth is Xinxin, and when I look back, it is a beautiful nostalgia." ”

By the time Liu Xianyang finished sighing, Ruan Xiu had already finished eating a piece of pastry, twisted up a piece of almond cake, and said, "What did you talk about with my father, my father seems to be very happy." ”

Liu Xianyang smiled and said, "Master Ruan drinks, and I scold Chen Ping'an." ”

Ruan Xiu sighed.

Liu Xianyang is not a liar, but there is still a serious matter, and it is not good to talk to Ruan Xiu. Chen Chun'an went to sea that year, and after returning, he found Liu Xianyang and asked him to return to his hometown and help him send a message to the Song family of Dali in Aquarius. Liu Xianyang felt that it was more appropriate to let Ruan Qiong, the chief worshipper of Dali and his future master, go to fight with the young emperor. That incident is not small, it is about the Alcohol Confucianism Chen Clan will support the Great Sui Mountain Cliff Academy and return to the list of the Seventy-two Academies, but the Linlu Academy built by Da Li in Phiyun Mountain, the Alcohol Confucianism Chen Clan is not familiar with it, and will not say a word more on the side of the Confucian Temple.

Liu Xianyang was a little puzzled at the time, so he asked calmly, why did the mellow Confucian Chen family, who didn't know the Yasheng lineage, do this thing, didn't he worry about the criticism within the Yasheng lineage?

Liu Xianyang's hidden worries are not unreasonable, a deputy sect leader of the Zhongtu Confucian Temple, whether it is the realm or the generation, is on par with Chen Chun'an, in short, Chen Chun'an is a mellow Confucianism who moves the world, and he is the pillar of the Yasheng lineage, but Chen Chun'an still has a lot of constraints in his words and deeds in the cultural context of the Yasheng lineage.

Chen Chun'an seemed to be in a good mood at the time, and told Liu Xianyang that this was a scholar's deal between himself and Chen Ping'an, if Chen Ping'an only relied on the identity of a closed disciple of Wensheng, and dared to talk big and empty to him Chen Chun'an, it would be a little unkind. Finally, at the foot of the surging stone cliff of the river, Chen Chunan patted Liu Xianyang's shoulder, the old gentleman and the young man said a fresh word, saying that we, the scholars, do not have to be ashamed to talk about interests, the heart retreat should be lofty, the pragmatism at hand should be heavy, and the readers should go out of the study, walk beside the people, and talk about some truths that people who have not read can understand.

Liu Xianyang blurted out a sentence at that time, saying that our fellow scholars should not just be scholars.

The old man was greatly pleased, stroked his beard and smiled, saying that our mellow Chen's family style and style of study are still quite good.

Ruan Xiu said suddenly: "I don't have to worry too much about it, so why don't you take that underground river? ”

Liu Xianyang rubbed his cheeks with his hands and said: "Back then, the town was so big, the good-looking girl in Taoye Lane, Fulu Street, didn't dare to think about anything, she was different, she was Chen Ping'an's neighbor, she lived in Mud Bottle Lane, even my ancestral house was not as good, she was still Song Song's maidservant who moved firewood, and she did the work of carrying water and cooking every day, so she felt that she was worthy of her, if you really said how much she liked, well, there were, I still liked it very much, but it didn't reach the part of the sleepy convincing and scratching the liver, everything was fate, and I was not together, what could I do." ”

Ruan Xiu asked, "What kind of place is the Great Wall of Sword Qi?"

Liu Xianyang thought for a while, "It's a place where there is little and there is a lot of sword cultivation, cultivation, life and death, on the side of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, it doesn't seem to be a big deal." So over there, there are also many drunkards, and both Jian Xiu and Jian Xian like to drink after all. It can even be said that in my impression, the Great Wall of Sword Qi is a place outside my hometown where the masters are the least like the masters. ”

Ruan Xiu nodded.

Liu Xianyang's face was awkward, he hesitated for a long time, and finally couldn't help but say: "Ruan Xiu, I have known you for a long time, right? We have a good relationship, right? It's just that there are some words, I really don't want to say much, Chen Ping'an, you are all my friends, so I can only say something about something, try not to say those words that you might want to hear." ”

Ruan Xiu raised her head, looked at Liu Xianyang, and shook her head, "I don't want to listen to those words that you think I want to hear, such as what Ruan Xiu is better than Ning Yao, you and I are better friends than Ning Yao." ”

Liu Xianyang was relieved and laughed, "Miss Ruan is Miss Ruan after all." ”

Ruan Xiu said: "I just asked this, in addition to being curious about what the Great Wall of Sword Qi looks like now, I also want to know if he is doing over there, if he is doing well because of Ning Yao's presence, I am friends with him, of course I will be very happy." ”

Liu Xianyang was just about to follow Ruan Xiu's words and say a few more words, saying how Chen Ping'an's kid was like a fish in water on the Great Wall of Sword Qi, Liu Xianyang suddenly stopped, and silently warned himself in his heart not to talk too much.

Liu Xianyang will return to his hometown in a few years, and the next time he returns to his hometown, he will justifiably become the ancestor of the Longquan Sword Sect, about this matter, after Liu Xianyang climbed the mountain, Ruan Qiong and the descendants and the registered disciples have made it clear, but Liu Xianyang's ranking on the ancestral hall pedigree is after Dong Gu, the great disciple of the mountain, or directly after Xie Ling, Ruan Qiong did not say, Liu Xianyang did not ask, it has become a funny talk after tea and dinner for many named disciples of the Longquan Sword Sect, and the whole sect is now familiar with the temper of the sect master, as long as the sword is sincere, there are not many taboos, and there are many speculations about Liu Xianyang's cultivation realm。 After all, the Confucian disciples of the Eight Classics do not have many sword cultivations.

Ruan Xiu asked curiously, "Why are you still willing to come back here and practice sword cultivation in the Longquan Sword Sect?" My father actually can't teach you anything. ”

Liu Xianyang said helplessly: "Chen Ping'an is too good at taking care of others, not very good at taking care of himself, I am far away, I am not at ease." ”

"'I don't worry about Chen Ping'an. ”

Ruan Xiu whispered a sentence of Liu Xianyang's heartfelt words, she laughed, put away the embroidered handkerchief and put it in her sleeve, her fingers stained with some pastry crumbs, and gently twisted the corners of her cuffs, "Liu Xianyang, not everyone is qualified to say this kind of thing, it may be fine before, but it will be difficult in the future." ”

Liu Xianyang smiled and said, "I don't worry about Chen Ping'an. ”

Ruan Xiuxiao narrowed her eyes and pretended to be stupid.

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The mansion of the old dragon city feudal king, study.

On the bookcase, there are some orthodox history books of different dynasties, poetry collections of writers, calligraphy and painting albums, and no fairy household objects are placed as decorations.

There are four screens behind the bookcase, a map of the old Dali, a map of Aquarius, and the remaining two, respectively, with the distribution map of the Xianjia sects in Tongyezhou and Beiju Luzhou.

Song Jixin, who had just returned to the southern domain from his northern hometown, sat alone in the study, moved the direction of the chair, and sat facing the four screens.

Song Jixin wrapped his hands around a small and delicate heart-nourishing pot, and gently rotated it, and the small pot was the word "mandrill".

Song Jixin gently twisted the small pot in his hand, this thing was lost and recovered, it was regarded as the return of the object to its original owner, but the means were not very glorious, but Song Jixin didn't care what Fu Nanhua would think.

When Fu Nanhua entered the Lizhu Cave, with a bag of gold and copper coins and an old dragon cloth rain pendant, he bought this small pot from Song Jixin's hand, this deal, in fact, is fair, of course, Fu Nanhua still picked up a big leak with his ability, unlike many magic weapons on the mountain, there is no rank, but it is a chicken rib thing for the earth immortal monks, this heart lake is a rare magic weapon with a very high rank, and it is the most suitable for the earth immortal to cultivate the Dao heart, Moisten the air house, not only that, there is a small hole in the pot, it is still a square inch thing, so after Fu Nanhua succeeded, please ask the master to inspect it, overjoyed, very cherished.

Yesterday, Fu Nanhua and the young vassal king "reminisced", Song Jixin mentioned this small pot, and today Fu Nanhua asked someone to send it.

Song Jixin is not really greedy for a heart-nourishing pot, but this trip back to his hometown, so that the young vassal king who has always seemed to be diligent in politics and actually got by, from a mud bottle lane that does not seek merit but seeks no fault, Song Jixin unconsciously raised a heart, and finally began to regard himself as the king of the Dali domain "Song Mu", so this small pot that fell into his hand again, Song Jixin let go of his hand and weighed it gently, this is the weight of the power under the mountain.

Since ancient times, the immortal family has been a light prince.

But today's Dali Dynasty is different, it has already suppressed, restricted, and deterred all the mountain forces on a continent, and it is impossible to breathe, let you be a behemoth like the Divine Sect and the True Realm Sect, which is not only the head of the sect, but also the big backer of other continents, when it comes to the small court meeting of the imperial study of the Dali Emperor "Song He", he still has to regard himself as half a courtier, and he needs to look at people's faces, sit down obediently, and get up obediently.

Song Jixin casually threw the priceless small pot and took turns to catch it with both hands.

There are two secret files on the table behind him, both of which are the information collected by Song Jixin asking the bronze man to hold the terrace, Song Jixin can't trust the spies of the Green Wave Pavilion at all, because the earliest owner of the Green Wave Pavilion, after all, is the big Li Niangniang, the current Queen Mother, and Song Jixin's biological mother, although now the Green Wave Pavilion and the Niuma Fence belong to the National Teacher, but Song Jixin is very clear, many old people in the Green Wave Pavilion who have not been eliminated know how to do it, between the emperor Song He, the Queen Mother, and the weak vassal king Song Mu, how to choose, fools are clear.

However, the terrace is a unique espionage agency of the Dali military, and it will only obey the orders of the emperor's uncle Song Changjing, and even the national teacher Cui Yun will not interfere all the time.

Song Jixin turned his head and glanced at the two files, one was the list of monks of the Five Realms in Beiju Luzhou, which was very detailed, and the other was the file about "Young Cui Dongshan", which was very brief.

Lying on the ground peak fire dragon real person, Li Yu of the Taixia vein has passed away, referring to Xuanfeng Yuan Ling Palace, in addition to the two veins of Baiyun Taoshan, fortunately one of them is only the Yuan Infant Realm, otherwise the vein of the fire dragon real person is really terrible.

Thank you.

The Bone Beach Phi Ma Sect, the sect leader Zhu Quan, and the two old ancestors.

Ghost Valley Jingguan City, Gao Cheng.

There are Taoist temples and temples in the peach forest, and there are hidden treasures, and the specific background is unknown for the time being.

Duckweed Sword Lake, women's sword fairy Li Cai. has traveled far away to the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Taihui Sword Sect, Sect Master Han Huaizi, Old Patriarch Huang Tong, New Jade Pujing Realm Sword Immortal Liu Jinglong. Han Huaizi has also been in the Great Wall of Sword Qi for many years.

The first sword fairy in the north, Xu Xuan's mentor.

Ape Cry Mountain Ji Yue, who had died in battle, exchanged his life with Gu You, a martial artist of the Ten Realms, which was a great loss for the entire Beiju Luzhou.

Water Dragon Sect, Sun Jie of the Northern Sect, Shao Jingzhi of the Southern Sect.

Sect Master of the Qionglin Sect.

The Dayuan Dynasty Chongxuan Department Yunxiao Palace, the head of the Yang family.

Cool Zonghe Xiaoliang.

For the time being, I don't know the life and death of the immortal realm Ye Xiu, Huang actually is.

In addition, there are many existences similar to the Taolin Taoist Temple and temples, as well as those who are not many in the world and quietly live in seclusion, and it is difficult for the spy reports of the Dali Dynasty to really penetrate into the hinterland of Beiju Luzhou to explore the truth that has been sealed for a long time. There are also some secret histories, which are the trip to the Great Wall of Sword Qi for all living and dead sword immortals.

As for Cui Dongshan, he only gave a blank piece of paper to hold the terrace.

However, there are two pieces of paper that were transferred from the Criminal Department to the study here, and one briefly explains where this person has appeared, stayed, and behaved. The girl who changed her name to thank you was brought to the Great Sui Academy together, where she had a conflict with the Gao clan of the Great Sui to worship Cai Jingshen, and there was an incomparably gorgeous magic weapon rain in the capital, and later with Ruan Xiu to hunt down a Yuan Ying Dynasty Bottleneck Sword Cultivator, and successfully killed it on the border of the Zhu Ying Dynasty.

The end of the first page of the Criminal Department's file is that this person broke through the realm extremely quickly, had a lot of magic weapons, and had an extremely strange temperament.

The second page of paper, densely packed, is full of introductions to those magic weapons.

Song Jixin retracted his gaze, turned his head and continued to stare at the four screens, and now the cultivators on the mountain who entered and exited the mansion of the vassal king, there were many hidden identities, and the other party did not take the initiative to tell the truth, Song Jixin couldn't guess when he broke his head, there was the secret worship of the ancestor hall of the Tongye Sect that had been lurking in the Aquarius for many years, and the business manager of the Qionglin Sect of the North Juluzhou in the Aquarius.

Song Jixin was like a fool at first, and he could only try to say some decent words, but after reviewing it later, Song Jixin suddenly found that the words that he thought were decent were the most inappropriate, and it was estimated that many people who did not hesitate to reveal their identities would feel that chatting with him, a young vassal king, was simply playing the piano to the cow.

Because Song Jixin has always been thinking about what he wants.

Song Jixin is not interested, or Song Jixin is afraid of repeating the mistakes of the past, but anyone who has read a few history books knows that the brothers of the emperor's family will die a lot. Whether it is today's son or the queen mother, after all, they are all his closest relatives. Song Jixin found that his life seemed to have been so muddy, it was difficult to love anyone, and it was not thorough to hate anyone, and in the end, he repaid his debts one by one, supervising the official Song Yuzhang, neighbor Chen Ping'an, and the maidservant Zhigui......

It can't go on like this.

Song Jixin clenched the heart-nourishing pot in his hand and got up suddenly.

Zhigui, who was at the door of the study, actually stood quietly for a long time, and then said, "Childe, someone has asked to see him, and he has been waiting for a long time. It is the daughter of the Yunlin Jiang family, Fu Nanhua's nominal wife, well, the woman looks a little rich. It's just that the master has used a trick to deceive his eyes, and his true appearance is okay. ”

Song Jixin smiled and walked to the door.

When walking side by side with her, Song Jixin asked softly, "Snake gallstone, gold essence and copper coins, how much do you need?"

Zhigui's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile: "Childe, of course, it is the same as the silver taels in the early years, the more the merrier, but now these materials are strictly managed by the imperial court, and the imperial treasury of the capital will not take them out casually." ”

Song Jixin smiled: "Don't worry, just find a small thing." I can make a deal with Nanyue Shanjun, and use that Fan Junmao as a guise to try to intercept half of it and give it to you. ”

Zhigui seemed to be surprised, and secretly glanced at Song Jixin, and the son is a little different now.

She continued to wander her gaze, but she didn't reveal the secrets.

Now there are only a handful of characters in Aquarius who can make her jealous, and there happens to be one over there, and she is the most reluctant to provoke.

After Song Jixin stayed away from the study.

From behind the four screens, a young man in white came out, and there was a wooden child squatting in the corner of the wall who didn't need to breathe from beginning to end.

Cui Dongshan held a folding fan in one hand, gently tapped his back, flipped his wrist with the other, conjured a brush, and drew in a circle on a screen.

After writing it, I was quite satisfied.

beckoned and asked Brother Gao to come to his side, Cui Dongshan bent down and painted on the child's face.

Then he didn't raise his head, and said with a smile: "Ma Kuxuan, enjoy the good of not following the rules, one day, you will suffer a lot." ”

Ma Kuxuan appeared and leaned against the door of the study, "How much suffering? But don't you know that I'm least afraid of this?"

Cui Dongshan still painted a turtle on Brother Gao's face, "On the way here, I saw a righteous and awe-inspiring scholar, looking at people's hearts and the general trend, he still has some skills, facing the swords and guns of a team of big Li iron horsemen, pretending to die generously, willing to die for this, and really almost deceived him of a clear reputation." I asked the knife to be put into the sheath, and only smashed one of the fingers of the scholar with the hilt of the knife, and only said a few words to the official master. As long as he survives the pain of ten fingers, just rest assured, I will keep him in that small vassal country in this life, be the leader of the literary world during his lifetime, and be called Wenzhen after his death. And guess what?"

Ma Kuxuan frowned.

After Cui Dongshan finished painting, he nodded, and the stroke of genius everywhere was worthy of the manifestation of his life's work, so he turned his head and smiled: "You said that you are not afraid of death, I believe it, but you don't even understand the great entanglement of cause and effect, the frog at the bottom of the well, where does the qualification come from to tell me whether you are afraid? Only talk about Ma Lanhua, whose arrangement is it? It's not that I scare you, just relying on the high realm is the great ability, how many people can kill me? Even if you have the realm of Tongtian in the future, I will still let you worry about it for thousands of years, just do it." So, be smart and let me save some snacks. Otherwise, when the day comes when you are really afraid, what good will it do to me? One of the fundamental purposes of the doctrine of merit is to try not to make people stupid, and to make sure that those who seek benefits can get benefits. ”

Ma Kuxuan nodded, "That makes sense." ”

Cui Dongshan sat on the chair, rotated the folding fan in his hand, and said with a smile: "If you don't get beaten for a few days, you will beat a poor beggar, you say it's fun." ”

Ma Kuxuan said with a smile: "If you can beat a poor beggar today, maybe you can beat a rich man tomorrow, people have to have a little thought about life, otherwise they will simply be a beggar for the rest of their lives." ”

Cui Dongshan suddenly nodded vigorously and said, "It makes sense." ”

Ma Kuxuan hugged his fists and said: "I hope I can listen to the teachings of the national teacher in the future." ”

After Cui Dongshan left, he shook the folding fan, leisurely, and there were four big books written on the fan to convince people with virtue.

Cui Dongshan stretched out a finger and casually compared it, it should be writing, and said complacently: "Three inches vertically, a thousand feet high." A line of flying white, Changhong picks up the air......"

Cui Dongshan turned his head and looked at the child who was standing silently next to the bookcase, "Which child, so handsome." ”

The child, whose whole face was painted by a ghost, suddenly said, "Sir, I want to learn chess." ”

Cui Dongshan rolled his eyes and said: "Teach boxing and walking, starve the master, teach you to play chess, what good do I have?"

The child said, "You can play chess with Mr." ”

Cui Dongshan shook his head and didn't give an answer, but just said a strange thing that was incomprehensible: "The old hairpin sword will eventually return." ”

It is not an idiot to carve a boat to ask for a sword, and it is ridiculous to be worried.

Cui Dongshan began to close his eyes and recuperate.

The child begins to be in a daze.

Half an hour later, Song Jixin returned to the study alone, and Zhigui said that he wanted to go out of the city for a walk.

After Song Jixin saw the white-clothed young man who occupied the magpie's nest, he stopped, then continued to walk, picked a chair and sat down, and said with a smile: "Mr. Cui is really out of sight." ”

Old Dragon City is not a place where cultivators can feel like they are in a no-man's land.

Cui Dongshan opened his eyes and asked, "Do you know who I am?"

Song Jixin nodded and said, "There are some guesses." ”

Cui Dongshan knocked on his shoulder with a folding fan, "Brother Gao, tell him who I am, I'm afraid he will guess wrong." ”

The child opened his mouth and said, "My husband is Dongshan." ”

Cui Dongshan put away the folding fan, burst into laughter, and staggered the whole chair.

Cui Dongshan suddenly retracted his expression and stood up.

Shocked by the momentum and invisibly involved, Song Ji couldn't help himself and immediately stood up.

Cui Dongshan said in a deep voice: "Now that I am not messing with you, my name is Cui Dongshan, and Cui Yun is my most unsuccessful named apprentice." ”

Song Jixin bent down and said softly: "Why is the national teacher mean to himself. ”

Cui Dongshan made a fan with his hands, and the breeze was blowing on his face, "How to solve your worries, you can only laugh at yourself." ”

The three pages on the table were all turned to ashes and dissipated with the wind.

Cui Dongshan bypassed the table, walked to the windowsill near Song Jixin, and said softly: "Qi Jingchun has high expectations for you, why haven't you paid attention all these years?"

Song Jixin was silent.

Cui Dongshan sighed, "Song Jixin, Song Jixin, do you know that your life is in a lot of romances, and you are the first to appear at the beginning, or the one that appears at the end of the ending." Why don't you fight for yourself? Don't you have a bright brain? Look at that Ma Kuxuan in Xinghua Lane, you have a cat by your side, you are even more amazing, before you go out, you brought a Wang Zhu, for example, plus Xie Ling in Peach Leaf Lane, your ancestors can come out of the first few pages of the spectrum, you are people like you, you are all the little gods who are destined to return!"

Song Jixin's face was ugly, what is this?

The young man in white raised his head and put on a silent tearful face, as if he felt that the atmosphere was not enough, so he snapped his fingers.

The old brother Gao understood and began to sing that little song, which was a cheerful story about the deliciousness of stinky tofu.

In Cui Dongshan's view, there are two good ways for a person to live, one is that God appreciates food, has small worries, has no big worries, opens and closes his eyes, and is comfortable every day. One is that the ancestor appreciates the food, with a skill, there is no need to worry about the wind and rain, and there is money, so you can eat sugar gourd, you can eat stinky tofu, you can also have a string of hands, a sugar gourd, a piece of stinky tofu.

Poor young vassal king, standing where he was, did not know what to think.

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On the square outside the gate of the Patriarch Hall of Ji Sefeng, a huge martial arts conference was held, and in order to show importance, a table and four benches were placed, and the table was full of melons and fruit cakes.

Of course, the door of the ancestral hall is not opened casually, and you can't move things out casually, so the tables and stools are specially moved from the ancestral mountain of Luoluo Mountain.

All of you here are now the bosses of the Donghua Mountain Branch under the helmsman of Longquan County.

Pei Qian, the helmsman of the division, sat on the main seat, with his back to the gate of the Patriarch Hall, his arms around his chest, and a wooden plaque was placed on the table in front of her, which was the token of the alliance leader of the helm of Longquan County, and the sister of the Aquarius was handed over to Pei Qian for safekeeping for many years.

Zhou Mili, the right protector of Luoluo Mountain, who had just been promoted to the deputy helmsman of the rudder, was enshrined in Chen Nuanshu to attend this meeting, and Chen Lingjun was absent, and he had been recorded once in the account book by the helmsman Pei Qian.

The girl in the pink skirt who was in charge of all the door keys in Luoluo Mountain, and the little girl in black who was holding a small golden flat shoulder and a green bamboo hiking stick, sat side by side on the bench.

Li Huai, the small helmsman of a school under the helm, and the members included Liu Guan and Ma Lian, students of Mountain Cliff Academy, and the three of them were crowded on a bench. Liu Guan and Ma Lian and Li Huai are not only classmates of the Great Sui Mountain Cliff Academy, but also friends of a school, Liu Guan is a child of the Han family, Ma Lian is a wealthy lord of the Great Sui, the Ma family and the Gao family of the Great Sui Geyang are still in-laws, Liu Guan and Ma Lian are both the seeds of the Great Sui study that are highly anticipated by the masters of the academy.

There is also the right protector of Rongsheng Dragon Lane, the original Mantou Mountain, and the incense villain of the Chenghuang Pavilion of Houlongzhou, because he is the smallest, he was allowed to sit on the table by the helmsman, and he was fortunate to be able to face to face with the helmsman.

The left protector of Dragon Lane is lying under the bench.

As the chief helmsman of the martial arts alliance, Li Baohua. The honorary helmsman of the rudder, Cui Dongshan, the big white goose, and the two were absent from the meeting.

Pei Qian coughed, his eyes swept over everyone, and said, "I summoned you today because there are three things to discuss, not child's play...... Zhou rice grains, put the melon seeds back first. Liu Guan, sitting in a sitting position. ”

The little girl silently put down the handful of melon seeds she was holding in her hand. Liu Guan sat down stupidly.

Lord Helmsman, he is really selfless and emotional.

Pei Qian said three things, the first thing, the promulgation of several rules for the rudder, are the fundamental purpose of walking the rivers and lakes, all of which are excerpted by Pei Qian from the romance of the rivers and lakes, mainly around the master's teachings. For example, having a skill is the foundation of the Jianghu people's life, and the chivalrous and righteous deeds are the martial arts of the Jianghu people.

Then there is the reason for a series of job changes and promotions at the helm. He focused on commending Zhou Mili and the incense villain for their punctuality, as well as severely criticizing the lazy and lazy work of the left protector of Dragon Lane.

The last thing, she is about to go to Beiju Luzhou with Li Huai, this is the first time that the rudder has traveled down the mountain, so she needs to work together and talk more about her own experience in walking the rivers and lakes.

After chatting about business, Pei Qian waved his hand, "Eat melon seeds!"

On the Ji color peak, it is happy.

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All the way with the wind in the sky and the birds as the companion, the cross-continent ferry boat in the sea of clouds dragged by the heroic spirit of the Phi Ma Sect smoothly docked at the Bone Beach Ferry, and the Phi Ma Sect has two Luoluo Mountain named worship, and the sect master Zhu Quan is stationed in the Qinglu Town of the Ghost Snake Valley Yuan Infant Monk Du Wensi, and the Muyi Mountain Patriarch Hall descended the sword to repair Pang Lanxi. Chen Lingjun walked off the ferry with a walking stick in his hand and a bamboo box on his back, and many monks who went south to Aquarius and finally returned to their hometowns flew off the ferry, babbling and dumplings, and had a dispute with many ferry monks. This is going to be stranded in the Niujiao Mountain ferry at home, how many people have to be beaten down by the Longquan Sword Sect and the Great Li Monks?

Chen Lingjun first went to the increasingly deserted mural city, and bought a set of corridor to fill in the picture of the goddess, which was regarded as a gift to the Phi Ma Sect, these expenses, Luoluo Mountain Patriarch Hall advanced a sum of fairy money to Chen Lingjun early, but Chen Lingjun did not use a snowflake money in the small treasury, just kidding, Uncle Chen would lack this money? If it was in the early years of the Yujiang jurisdiction, walking in the rivers and lakes in his pocket, the fairy money bumped into each other, similar to thunder, but after arriving in Longquan County, Uncle Chen was a little kind to others, otherwise he would have a fiery temper...... Earlier, his mother punched someone to death.

Sometimes, Chen Lingjun, who likes to think crankily alone, always feels that all the qi practitioners in the world should live in a small town for a period of time and humbly ask for some experience in the rivers and lakes with himself.

In the weather-strong Phi Ma Sect, the sect master Zhu Quan did not show up, the two ancestors were not on the mountain, one had traveled far away for many years, as for the other ancestor Yan Su, who had been busy with the old man of the Middle Earth Sect who came to the Phi Ma Sect all these years, he had been busy with the old man of the Middle Earth Sect who came to the Phi Ma Sect, and he had to strengthen the mountain protection array, Pang Lanxi was in retreat, Du Wensi was still competing with the skeletons in Qinglu Town, Chen Lingjun did not see any acquaintances, and while slandering his own master's face was not big enough, he did not even have the sect master to take over in person, and held a banquet for himself, while working hard to maintain his posture of seeing the world, he also had to look around carefully, in the early years at the blacksmith shop in the town, he had a trick with Ruan Qiong, and almost fell into the road, A saint of the Fengxue Temple is dressed up in a similar manner, is this unclear whether he is deliberately tricking people? So this time when he went out, Chen Lingjun felt that it was safer for him to take it easy.

Chen Lingjun gave a gift, and the person who received Chen Lingjun and the person receiving the gift was a man named Wei Yusong, who was kind and angry, claiming to be a bookkeeper who was angry every day and spoke the most uselessly, Chen Lingjun felt that he had encountered a difficult brother, but he kept reminding himself that when he went out this time, he should not easily call himself a brother and sister. Chen Lingjun has not turned many books along the way, but most of them are the precautions of those steep places. On the hill of incense, Chen Lingjun didn't take a closer look, at this time he felt that Wei Yusong was quite a match, and he was a good candidate to cut the head of the chicken and burn the yellow paper, Chen Lingjun hurriedly crammed the Buddha's feet, found an opportunity, secretly took out a booklet of his master, and turned to the Phi Ma Sect, and sure enough, he found this Wei Yusong, the master specially mentioned a few strokes on the book, saying that he was a senior who was very good at doing business, and he was regarded as the God of Wealth of the Phi Ma Sect, and reminded Chen Lingjun that he would see it in the future, and he must respect a few points and say a few words less.

Since he learned that the other party was a big man in charge of money in a sect, Chen Lingjun immediately knew in his heart, a mountain of immortals, three kinds of people can't be provoked, those who manage the rules of the sect must have hard fists, those who manage money, not to mention fuel-efficient lamps, must have a black heart, and the last one is the very young ancestor hall.

Saying goodbye to that Wei Yusong, politely refused the other party's retention, and did not dare to drive the other party to the mountain gate, when Chen Lingjun went down the mountain alone, he met a mediocre woman halfway, as if his eyes were not quite right, Chen Lingjun was a little awkward, and Lao Tzu was not that Wei Yan, look at it. The woman didn't have the strength to see, so she sneakily followed Chen Lingjun all the way, and when she arrived at the gate of the mountain, Chen Lingjun was a little stunned, so she planned to change her mind, climb the mountain again, and live in the Phi Ma Sect for a few days, so that it was not too late to get rid of the woman and then leave.

At the gate of the mountain, when the woman with the knife at her waist called herself Zhu Quan, Chen Lingjun's knees weakened, his body shook, and he finally stabilized.

Zhu Quan said with a smile: "Wei Yan has already sent a flying sword to Muyi Mountain, if there is some trouble in going to the river in the future, you can report the name of Zhu Quan of the Phi Ma Sect, which may not be able to save your life, but it will definitely help you take revenge." Of course, no hassle is best. But it's going to be difficult, traveling through the rivers and lakes in our Beiju Luzhou, and not getting entangled in a bunch of troubles, what kind of experience. ”

Chen Lingjun trembled and thanked him. Zhu Quan waved his hand, Chen Lingjun said goodbye, and Zhu Quan suddenly asked, "When will Chen Ping'an return from the Great Wall of Sword Qi?"

Chen Lingjun shook his head and said: "I don't know, every time my lord goes out to travel, when he will go home, there is no accurate number." ”

Zhu Quan glanced at Chen Lingjun's bamboo box and hiking sticks, and laughed: "You Luoluo Mountain, are you all walking the rivers and lakes like this?"

Chen Lingjun nodded vigorously.

Zhu Quan suddenly sighed: "I envy that guy's ...... Freely. ”

Chen Lingjun couldn't understand the strange words of these mountaintop figures hidden in the clouds and mist, but he could finally hear that this female sect master who was famous in a continent still had a very good impression of his master. Otherwise, there was no need for her to make a special trip back to Muyi Mountain from Ghost Snake Valley. Ordinary mountain immortals, the most particular about sitting on an equal footing, treating people and things, and having complicated rules, in fact, there is a Wei Yusong who saw him Chen Lingjun, which has made Chen Lingjun very satisfied.

The master of a sect went to the five realms, and he dared to die and knock the ghost valley for so many years, such a woman is really heroic, and she actually appeared in person, so after Chen Lingjun left Muyi Mountain, he walked a little floating.

According to the established route, Chen Lingjun took a Chunlupu ferry to the east of Jidu's estuary, the ferry steward was the Jindan monk Song Lanqiao, and now there is a chair in the Chunlupu Patriarch Hall, after Chen Lingjun visited, Song Lanqiao was a little too polite, and directly arranged Chen Lingjun in the Tianzi guest room, not to say, personally accompanied Chen Lingjun to chat for a long time, in the words, for Chen Ping'an and Luoluo Mountain, in addition to the heartfelt enthusiasm, respectful and humble to make Chen Lingjun more uncomfortable.

Now Luoluo Mountain, Phiyun Mountain, Phi Ma Sect, Chun Lu Pu, Quartet Alliance, among which Wei Yusong of Phi Ma Sect and Tang Xi of Chun Lu Pu are all in charge of specific affairs, Song Lanqiao and Tang Xi are allies, and they can become members of the Ancestor Hall of Chunlu Garden, all thanks to the young Chen Jianxian, not to mention that the latter and Song Lanqiao's missionary teacher, it is even more fate, Song Lanqiao has almost never seen his master, so he never forgets an outsider, it is no longer a relationship between a sword immortal and a sword immortal.

The farther Chen Lingjun is from home, the more homesick he becomes.

Everyone misses it, even the old blind Taoist who practiced in Huanghu Mountain, will often think of it.

On the occasion of parting on the ferry, Wei Yan said something about cultivating people, saying that it is not too difficult for cultivators to go out, kill people with art, and oppress people with power, but it is difficult to win the hearts of others.

For the first time, Chen Lingjun carefully flipped through the contents of the booklet that had been omitted before, and then went to the observation deck, lying on the railing in a daze, the bright moon hung high in the sky, and the semicircle was hidden in the sea of clouds, far and near, as if the ferry boat had to change its route slightly, and it could hit it headlong, just like a tourist passing through an arch.

The old man is not in Luoluo Mountain, it is different, this point, Chen Lingjun has long felt it.

It's just that if you don't leave Luoluo Mountain, if you don't go through this experience, it's hard to understand why it's different and where it's different.

When getting along with the lord day and night, it seems that it is easy to ignore what realm and identity the lord has, and when Chen Lingjun walks on the landscape road that the lord has walked, he finds that the young man in Mud Bottle Lane, who he reluctantly followed, seems to have really become very powerful.

Chen Lingjun gathered his thoughts, packed his luggage and packages, went to say hello to Song Lanqiao, and then left the ferry halfway, went to the Suijia City, and went straight to the Fire God Temple.

Under the secret planning of the Longgong Lake Junjun of Cangyun Lake, the fire temple that had been reduced to ruins was rebuilt, and the local government spent a lot of money to reshape a painted statue, the incense was prosperous, Chen Lingjun picked a late night, knocked on the door respectfully to visit, and saw the man who looked at the realm was not too high, Chen Lingjun took out a lot of immortal wine, and the man who showed his true body was very happy, but about Chen Ping'an's current affairs, the man didn't ask a word.

Chen Lingjun felt that this old brother had a very good appetite for himself, and he was the most charismatic!

So both sides drink alcohol, and there is no need to persuade them.

The old man not only wrote it in the book and booklet, but also specially verbally told Chen Lingjun, this local deity, who was his friend of Chen Ping'an, owed a meal of wine.

On the side of the Dragon Palace of Cangyun Lake, after receiving the blessing of the Fire God Temple, the Marquis of the Lake Monarch Yin immediately came late at night, without any henchmen to follow, eight hundred miles away, for a Lake Monarch whose entire driving city is within the jurisdiction, it is just a few more steps to wander around his own yard.

Seeing the boy in Tsing Yi who was full of wine red and was shaking the mountains with his hands and feet, Hujun Yin Hou was stunned, that Chen Jianxian, how could he have such a friend?

It's just a drink, and it's all enjoyable.

However, the man in the Fire God Temple, after Yin Hou came, just treated each other politely, and was not enthusiastic, but drank happily with Chen Lingjun.

In the early morning, Chen Lingjun left the Fire God Temple and went to the Golden Crow Palace to visit the Jindan bottleneck sword cultivator, Liu Zhiqing.

The same was ceremoniously entertained, and he was sent to the peak of the Liuqing retreat.

Chen Lingjun saw Liu Zhiqing.

The fairy appearance of the handsome young man, the golden hairpin on his head, and the snow-white robe, the straight people feel as if the famous mountains and rivers under the world are waiting for the blessing of this kind of cultivator.

Liu Zhiqing smiled and asked if he wanted to drink tea, Chen Lingjun said no, Liu Zhiqing did not force it, in fact, the two sides have nothing to talk about, Liu Zhiqing is not the kind of mountain monk who is good at socializing, the host and guest are mostly kind words, when Chen Lingjun has nothing to say, Liu Zhiqing will not stay, Chen Lingjun got up and said goodbye, Liu Zhiqing wants to be sent to the foot of the mountain, Chen Lingjun knew that this person was in retreat, and hurriedly refused, rushed down the mountain, and left the Jinwu Palace, thank you and make an appointment next time, in one go, Chen Lingjun is becoming more and more familiar.

After that, I went to the Spring Dew Garden, and then did not take the Xianjia ferry.

In the end, it is natural to be close to the water, Chen Lingjun picked an ordinary boat, and in the picture scroll of the boat, in the sound of apes on both sides of the strait, the light boat was a guest on Wanzhong Mountain.

When he arrived at the boundary of Chunlupu, Chen Lingjun did not rush to find Song Lanqiao, who was already an old acquaintance, but according to the atlas, he first visited the mountains and rivers on both sides of the estuary, then went to Chunlupu, visited Yuying Cliff, and then went to the grasshopper shop founded by his own master to stay.

In the night of this day, suddenly a continent sacrificed swords.

The entire Spring Dew Garden was brightly lit up in an instant, Chen Lingjun hurriedly opened the shop, and looked up, the street was bustling, and it was said that a sword immortal had fallen on the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Chen Lingjun, who was thousands of miles away from his hometown, thought of the old man who was farther away from his hometown than himself, so he sat on the threshold, his hands on his cheeks, and his expression was gloomy.

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On the battlefield south of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, the golden river appeared for the third time.

A young man carried a sword box filled with borrowed sword swords.

Chen Ping'an stood on the top of the city, looking at the battlefield for a moment, stepped out, his body fell sharply to the earth, in the process of falling, his hands had rolled up his sleeves, and when he was about to land, his knees were slightly bent, stepping on the void, but the whole person suddenly rushed forward, and on the ground behind him, a big pit suddenly collapsed, and deep underground, thunder shook.

Not against the sword, but against the wind.

Like an arrow more than a hundred feet away from the city wall in an instant, he pressed the heads of the two demon monks with both hands, and with a gentle push, the two corpses with sparse heads were thrown out.

When Chen Ping'an floated to the ground, all the sword cultivators around the battlefield subconsciously stayed away from here, automatically making way for the young hidden official who went out of the city to fight for the third time.

Today's Great Wall of Sword Qi no longer has the slightest resentment, because the young hidden official turned out to be a sword cultivator, and he was more capable of killing.

A soldier demon monk was wearing heavy armor, holding a halberd, stabbing straight forward, the young hidden official went straight forward, casually smashed the halberd with his head, and shook the opponent's body with a punch.

Within more than ten zhang of the surrounding battlefield with Chen Ping'an as the center, the flood of fist intent poured wantonly, not only that, but the second larger fist circle rose again in the distance, stirring, a layer of boxing and a layer of divine will, and the circle was like a layer of moon halo.

Martial arts in the center, like the sun in the sky.