When Chen Ping'an approached the stone arch bridge, he swallowed his saliva, and did not dare to continue to move forward, after a battle between heaven and man, he continued to go up along the stream, and reached the narrowest area where the stream was bound. Chen Ping'an didn't know that his detour happened to miss Ruan Xiu, the girl in Tsing Yi ran across the bridge with a pot of peach blossom spring burning, this time buying wine in the town, when the girl passed by the New Year's shop, she bowed her head and walked quickly, for fear of being seduced by those dazzling pastries, because she was going to start accumulating private money.

Chen Ping'an first went to Liu Xianyang's house, lit the oil lamp, carried the lamp, walked inside and outside the house, and after making sure that there were no missing large and small objects, he turned off the lights and locked the door and returned to Mud Bottle Lane. After the old mansion that collapsed into a hole, Chen Ping'an breathed a sigh of relief, the burden on his shoulders was still there, but it was much lighter than the previous trip out of Mud Bottle Lane, Chen Ping'an couldn't help but steal the joy, the feeling of having money in his pocket, not bad!

Chen Ping'an has only seen broken silver and heavy silver ingots in his life, and he has never seen a single thing, let alone gold as rare as a fairy.

Chen Ping'an returned to his ancestral house, opened the door, ran to determine whether the courtyard door was really fastened, and after returning to the house, he carefully lit the oil lamp, and the dim and yellow lights reflected the cold yellow mud walls. Chen Ping'an took out three money bags from the clay pot at the foot of the wall, the spring money, the offering money, and the winning money, which contained twenty-five gold and copper coins, twenty-six, and twenty-eight respectively.

Seventy-nine copper coins in total.

Regarding these copper coins with good origins, Ning Yao roughly explained that they are an extension of secular spending money, and the reason why they are priceless is that they are scarce and expensive, of course, the main reason is that outsiders need copper coins as tokens when they enter the town. As for the origin of this unwritten rule, it is very old, and Ning Yao is not from Dongbao Aquarius, so he naturally can't say that he is ugly.

Three kinds of copper coins, Chen Ping'an took out one respectively, put it on the table, the spring money was cast with the four words of "New Year's good luck", hollow openwork, auspicious clouds flowing, there is a god in armor beating the drum.

The front of the winning money is carved with five poisons, snakes and scorpions, centipedes, geckos and toads, and the back is not only cast with the words "warding off evil spirits in the sky", but also the pattern of turtles and snakes wrapped around swords.

The front of the offering money is the four characters of "sincerity is spiritual", and the back is "the gods are above", and there is no exquisite pattern, and the style is the most simple.

Chen Ping'an picked up a spring coin, watched repeatedly, it was really hard for the young man to imagine that such a small copper coin could buy the entire Zhenzhu Mountain, Chen Ping'an knew that the so-called small mountain bag in Master Ruan's mouth, the old man Yao took him into the mountain to find soil for the first time, and he went to the top of Zhenzhu Mountain.

In that inconspicuous Zhenzhu Mountain, the old man Yao stomped his feet at that time, and then bowed his head to Chen Ping'an who was picking up soil there and said a word, here is the most complete local taste, but unfortunately the place is too small, similar to people shrinking in the corner, stretching their heads to meet their heads, stretching their legs and knocking their feet, as the saying goes, this kind of place is called "snail shell".

Chen Ping'an gently put down the Spring Festival money and picked up the winning money, but he quickly put it down, and the young man's face was a little gloomy.

On the fifth day of the fifth month of May, the five poisons came out together. The boy happened to be on this birthday. Song Jixin next door even said that many places outside regard the child born on this day as ominous, and there is a custom of drowning the child directly in the river.

Chen Ping'an shook his head and picked up the last offering money, which was simply a positive and negative eight words.

Chen Ping'an suddenly remembered one thing, when he first saw Miss Ning and Fu Nanhua Cai Jinjian, he remembered that when they entered the gate of the town, each of them needed to hand over a bag of copper coins to the gatekeeper, so who did these copper coins end up into? Did they go into the private pocket of His Majesty the Emperor of the Great Li Dynasty?

Chen Ping'an sighed, didn't think about the problem that he couldn't figure out when he broke his head, and began to crackle in his heart and make a small calculation, Master Ruan said that the small hill of Zhenzhu Mountain only needs one Spring Festival coin, medium mountains such as Xuanli Mountain and Lotus Lantern Peak are about ten to fifteen copper coins, and large mountains including the Kuquan Mountain Range and Xiang Volcano need twenty-five to thirty coins.

Chen Ping'an actually pondered a little and understood the meaning of Master Ruan's words.

First of all, the Dali Dynasty has a lot of respect for Master Ruan, so they gave him three mountains for nothing, and secondly, since Master Ruan wants something to open a mountain and establish a faction, it is obvious that the three mountains are better connected together and adjacent to each other, otherwise it will definitely not be like a piece in the east and one in the west, this is probably also the smart place of the imperial court, knowing that it is impossible for Master Ruan to pick out the three most valuable mountains, so he pretended to be generous. In the end, of course, he Chen Ping'an needs to follow Master Ruan to choose the mountain, of course, Chen Ping'an feels that he is not impossible, choose one or two small and medium-sized mountains elsewhere, such as Zhenzhu Mountain, it is very suitable, no one cares about the small mountain bag, but Chen Ping'an cares very much, no matter how small the mountain is, it is also a whole ah, not to mention that it is only a copper coin, Chen Ping'an feels that he must take this small mountain bag into his bag and settle in the bag for safety!

Chen Ping'an is not uninterested in the dry spring mountain range, Shenxiu Mountain and Xiang Volcano mentioned by Master Ruan's words, this group of the most expensive mountains, he strives to buy a big mountain that is worse than them, but not much worse, it is expected to cost a bag of gold and copper coins at most, and then buy some small hills similar to Zhenzhu Mountain, and strive to spend about ten copper coins, and the rest are all used to follow Master Ruan to bet, where he picked three mountains, Chen Ping'an bought nearby, bought again, bought hard!

As for the unknown mountain with the Dragon Slaying Platform, Chen Ping'an has completely given up, and warned himself that he must not touch it, even if no one knows about it now, Chen Ping'an will never buy such a great opportunity in front of him. Now the visitors from all over the town are no longer the small Lizhu caves that were banned from the outside world at the beginning, hundreds of miles of mountain roads, even Chen Ping'an himself can walk down, and who can stop his footsteps in the future, not to mention those immortals flying around with long swords in the sky?

However, before paying for the mountain, Chen Ping'an planned to go into the mountain again.

Spending so much money at once, as a result, he didn't know what he bought in advance, even if he knew that it was a profitable and profitable business, Chen Ping'an still felt uncomfortable.

This is actually the habit of enduring hardships.

Chen Ping'an now has eight snake gallstones that have not faded in the slightest, and the rest are hidden in his own house and Liu Xianyang's snake gallstones, there are a lot of them, I don't know if it is from the creek early to get out of trouble and "escape" the reason, although the color and moistness have decreased to varying degrees, it is not as bright and comfortable as when it comes out of the water, but it is more or less with a little "aura", this indescribable feeling, just like Chen Ping'an saw Gu Cang in Mud Bottle Lane for the first time, or Li Baohua in Fulu Street, he felt that he must be a smart and clever child.

Chen Ping'an put away three bags of gold and copper coins and put them back in the clay pot. As soon as he thought of asking Master Ruan for leave to enter the mountain again, Chen Ping'an was a little big.

Old man Yao is like this, so is Master Ruan, Chen Ping'an doubts whether he has no elder relationship, especially no master relationship.

Chen Ping'an went to the corner and squatted next to the basket, staring at the dragon slaying platform inside, reaching out to touch the delicate texture of the black stone, it was slightly cool to start, he was very curious about how such an inconspicuous stone had something to do with the immortal who stepped on the sword like Miss Ning, and he couldn't think of how sharp the dragon slaying platform could sharpen a sword.

Chen Ping'an suddenly remembered something, and took out the five locust leaves, when the little girl in the red cotton jacket picked up eight from the old locust tree, and Chen Ping'an gave her three as payment. Chen Ping'an looked at the locust leaves carefully, it seemed to be slender, but in fact it was quite tough, but it was a pity that he lost the faint green light that flowed along the veins of the leaves, Chen Ping'an guessed that it was probably the so-called ancestral blessing, Only at some nodes, there will be a little bit of green residue stagnation.

Chen Ping'an carefully sandwiched the five locust leaves into the Shaking Mountain Boxing Book.

After Chen Ping'an did all this, he went out and started walking in the yard.

Neighbors on the left and right have moved out one after another.

Chen Ping'an quickly immersed himself in the fist pile and forgot himself.

A fist is like a stream flowing.

Miss Ning Yao said that practicing boxing a million times is the beginning of martial arts.

Where is Chen Ping'an willing to be lazy.

He inadvertently remembered the Zhu dot ink characters on the wooden man, those legendary holes and qi mansions that allowed air to flow in and out.

The whole body is comfortable, rolling and hot, the body seems to have a fire dragon swimming quickly, going downstream from the beginning, bumping and bumping, not smooth, those tricks are like dilapidated rough passes, the road between the passes, it is absolutely not called Yangguan Avenue, some wide but rugged, some narrow and steep, when the fire dragon passes, swaying and leisurely, such as pedestrians walking across the chain bridge.

In the end, this fire dragon shuttled back and forth in several qi mansions near the Xia Dantian, seemingly looking for the most suitable den for it to entrench in, as the Dragon Palace.

Ning Yao once said that the three realms of martial arts refining the body, the first realm of the mud embryo realm, when the peak is complete, he gives birth to a breath of qi, such as a mud bodhisattva sitting high in the shrine, the qi sinks in the dantian, not moving like a mountain, the body has a new atmosphere, and begins to feed back the flesh and bones, making the whole person like a dead wood in spring, and many impurities and silts will be discharged from the body little by little.

Chen Ping'an is walking on this road.

Without the guidance of a famous teacher, it cannot be regarded as a mistake.

Relying on diligence to make up for clumsiness, eight full years of going up and down the mountains and rivers, climbing mountains and mountains, and a kind of breathing and breathing that is inferior but has its method.

Eight years have not yet broken through the first realm of martial arts.

The secular dynasty and the world's rivers and lakes, except for Ning Yao's hometown, pay attention to a poor scholar and rich martial arts, fortunately, in the martial arts, there is no bad habit of competing for the speed of realm climbing, the more people who enter the house, the more highly accomplished grandmasters, the more they look at the down-to-earth of each step, and the degree of tamping of each layer of martial arts steps, but like Chen Ping'an is so slow, how to be embarrassed is not counted, after all, countless young people in the world are indeed blocked from the first threshold, and throughout their lives, they can't find the existence of that qi, but at present, Chen Ping'an must not be linked to martial arts geniuses。

Chen Ping'an suddenly "woke up" and exhaled softly.

He walked slowly in the yard, gradually relaxing his limbs.

Chen Ping'an looked down and saw the locust branch placed diagonally at the foot of the wall, and suddenly had a whimsical idea to cut out a wooden sword for himself.

When I was a child, after my father and mother left, Chen Ping'an watched his peers play from a distance every time he was on the side of the fairy tomb, most of the girls were flying paper kites, and the boys were using the wooden swords and bamboo swords made with their father's help.

Chen Ping'an squatted in front of the Huai Branch, thinking that it would be no problem to make a wooden sword, but if there were two, it would be more hanging.

Chen Ping'an first moved the Huaizhi outside the door of the house, and then went to get the firewood knife that entered the mountain to open the way, and prepared to make a wooden sword for himself.

It's just that when Chen Ping'an sat on the threshold with a firewood knife, he hesitated a little, thought about it and put the knife back, and felt that the old locust tree could not be regarded as just an old tree, after all, there was a conversation between Mr. Qi and the locust tree, so the locust branch in front of him made Chen Ping'an feel a little awkward.

Chen Ping'an put the locust branch back at the foot of the wall, and found that he was really not sleepy, so he left the yard, locked the door, and walked all the way out of Mud Bottle Alley.

He came to the vicinity of the stone arch bridge by mistake, thinking that he would not be able to jump over the river again and again in the future, gritted his teeth and walked onto the stone bridge, sat on the stone slab in the middle again, and hung his feet on the surface of the stream, Chen Ping'an was a little nervous, looked down at the secluded water, and muttered: "Whether you are a god or a monster, we should have no grievances, if you really have something to say to me, don't dream anymore, I am here now, you just tell me." ”

A stick of incense, a quarter of an hour, an hour.

Except for being a little cold, Chen Ping'an didn't notice anything unusual.

Chen Ping'an propped his hands on the stone slab, shook his feet, and looked into the distance, at a very young age, he was curious about where the end of the creek would be.

Chen Ping'an was stunned.

Liu Xianyang, Gu Cang, Miss Ning, Mr. Qi, and Old Man Yao are all gone.

Chen Ping'an has never been so wealthy.

But the teenager has never been so lonely.

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On the side of the stone bridge with the straw sandals boy facing back, a tall figure in snow-white clothes, like an immortal and a ghost, also supported the stone slab with both hands, his feet dangling in the air, looking up at the sky.

It's just this scene, not to mention Chen Ping'an, who started talking to himself, even Old Man Yang and Ruan Qiong couldn't notice it.