Taihui Sword Sect, Pianran Peak.

Of the cultivators here, there is only one white head left.

Because Bai Shou was already a sword cultivator in the Jindan Realm, and Liu Jinglong was the sect master, he moved to the ancestral mountain, so the Taihui Sword Sect held a simple peak opening ceremony, and Pian Ran Peak became Bai Shou's cultivation place.

As long as Bai Shou is willing, he can actually start accepting disciples.

It's just that Bai Shou has been listless every day, and every time he has leisure time to practice swords, he sits on a bamboo chair in a daze.

He actually doesn't like to drink, he can't get used to it. So every time I carry a flask, I can't finish it every time.

Before, I went down the mountain with several sect sword cultivators to practice, went to Lanfang Country, and fought at a border called Tiezhuguan, and there was a small number of demon monks in the barbarian world who were wandering over there to commit crimes, and a siege and killing, because the realm of those barbarian monks was not high, and there was no suspense about the outcome of the battle. The monks of several sects, including the Taihui Sword Sect, were almost not damaged, and they were not injured much.

It's just that there is another narrow road encounter that is unexpected for both the enemy and me, it is a Jindan realm demon clan monk, or a ghost cultivator who is good at concealment, somehow, he failed to escape back to the wild world through the sea to return to the ruins, but slipped to Beiju Luzhou, and was silent for a few years, just to break through the realm and become a Yuanying, it was a direct disaster to dozens of people from a small sect in the rivers and lakes, the means were vicious and hidden, and they were all refined into walking corpses, if it wasn't for Bai Shou's keen sense of smell that was born as an assassin at that time, he noticed a clue, maybe he would have missed this demon clan。

In a dangerous battle, Bai Shou contributed the most, and it was he who killed the enemy with one blow, successfully killed the enemy, cut off his head, and smashed the golden pill of the ghost cultivator with a flying sword, but a nephew of the sect's other peaks, the sword cultivator of the Longmen Realm, although his rank was a generation lower than Bai Shou, but he was actually much older than Bai Shou, but he was seriously injured in the battle, and was hit in the heart by a spell from the demon monk, and the sword cultivation that was originally expected to be an immortal was completely hopeless.

After Bai Shou returned to Pianran Peak, he was already silent, and he became more and more silent.

Even if the surname Liu, as well as the nephew, all came to the mountain to persuade him, but Bai Shou's heart was unhappy, especially when the nephew took the initiative to come to Pianran Peak and find Bai Shou's uncle to drink, saying that it was really fine, and Uncle Bai didn't have to care.

When he said these words, Jian Xiu, who had fallen into the realm, had sincere eyes and a smile on his face, and finally said, if you really want to be unhappy, then help count his realm together, if you don't have a jade realm in the future, then you can't say it, and then he will come to Pianranfeng every day to block the door and scold the street.

At this moment, Bai Shou hugged the back of his head with both hands and sat on a small bamboo chair, how could he not care? How could he be fine?

The wine is not good.

It's even more uncomfortable.

And that sword cultivation's open-mindedness actually made Bai Shou the most uncomfortable.

After fighting on the side of the Great Wall of Sword Qi for many years, he has never fallen into the realm, how did he return to his hometown, in such a small place, but he fell into the realm.

And right under his white head, the other party is just a beast at the bottleneck of the Jindan realm, and he is in the same realm as him, and my white head is still a sword cultivator!

The previous trip down the mountain to kill demons, on the way to Tiezhuguan, one day the sword cultivator was at the dinner table, and heard Bai Shou say that he and Chen Ping'an were brothers, and he didn't believe it, saying that unless the next time the hidden official is a guest at Pianran Peak, you can really help introduce one or two, and let him say a word to the young hidden official, just believe it. At that time, Bai Shou patted his chest and packed the ticket, which was a trivial matter.

The one surnamed Liu was even more excessive, the second time he came to Pianran Peak, he split his head and covered his face, and directly reprimanded himself, saying that if you can't even understand this truth, it means that you are not a real disciple of Taihui Sword Sect, and you are not considered a sword cultivator.

The surnamed Liu left after saying the bastard.

Bai Shou didn't say anything, he was reasonable or something, where could he talk about that nerdy master.

Bai Shou rubbed his face vigorously, sighed heavily, got up from his chair, and began to punch indiscriminately.

Suddenly, one stood still, put his fingers together, pointed forward, imagined that there was a black charcoal standing not far away, and laughed, "Bah! That black charcoal, listen obediently, if you don't give up, the uncle will punch!"

Bai Shou changed his fingers into palms and shook from side to side, as if he was slapping him, "Reason with you well, don't you listen, right?

In the air, which was only a mile away from the peak, a group of people hovered against the wind, but someone used a trick.

The white-haired boy looked full of admiration on his face, and exclaimed sincerely: "This is a man! I will have to toast this hero with a glass of wine later." ”

The premise is that the guy can still drink.

Liu Jinglong couldn't cry or laugh, but he didn't make a sound to remind the disciple.

Pei Qian was expressionless and pulled the corners of his mouth.

Millet scratched his face, and looked at Pei Qian cautiously, it seemed that he had a chance to redeem it.

Chen Ping'an nodded and smiled: "Sure enough, it's a good boxing technique." ”

Bai Shou twisted his waist and spun in the air, kicking out a leg that he thought was extremely chic, and after landing on the ground, he clapped his palms, "Don't send it." ”

Then a group of people appeared on the ground.

Bai Shou closed his eyes, opened his eyes again, closed them again and opened them again, okay, Lao Tzu can run away.

Without saying a word, with a stroke of his fingers, the long sword on the wall in the room was unsheathed, and Bai Shou stepped on the long sword, and hurriedly left the Soaring Peak.

Pei Qian glanced at Master.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Reminisce about the past." ”

Pei Qian glanced at Liu Jinglong again, and the latter smiled: "Just pay attention to proportion." ”

Pei Qian took off the bookcase, handed the hiking staff to the millet grain, and his figure disappeared in a flash, as fast as thunder, and instantly caught up with the white head of the sword.

Bai Shou was full of strength, and the girl next to him was always calm and relaxed, following aside, Bai Shou had to laugh dryly: "What a coincidence." Come and be a guest. ”

Pei Qian just walked side by side with Bai Shou, and didn't speak, smiling so golden, and then glanced at it obliquely.

Bai Shou, who is not afraid of heaven and earth, is most afraid of Pei Qian's expression in this life.

Bai Shou began to break the jar and break, "I won't fight back." ”

Pei Qian is a punch in the head.

Bai Shou, along with the long sword under his feet, fell straight to the ground.

The corners of his mouth twitched, his whole body trembled, most of his body was in the dirt in the mountains, he didn't pass out, he just ate pain, it was really better to sleep, and then wake up, the ruthless black charcoal had already left Pianran Peak.

Pei Qian stood aside and asked, "What do you say next?" Do you want to ask me about the three moves?"

Bai Shou said in a trembling voice: "One move is enough!"

Pei Qian raised his palm and then turned his wrist, pulled the white head out of the ground and pushed it back two steps.

The white head swayed, a little dizzy.

Load, continue loading.

Pei Qian's previous punch was skillful, and it didn't make Bai Shou so drunk at all.

She stomped her foot slightly, and the long sword jumped out in an instant, Pei Qian waved his hand again, and the long sword instantly swept back to the thatched house of Pian Ran Peak, and returned to the scabbard in an arc.

Bai Shou seemed to wake up instantly, and said with a smile: "Pei Qian, why don't you come to Pianranfeng without saying hello." ”

Pei Qian smiled and said, "I'm afraid of being beaten." ”

Bai Shou complained: "What are you talking about, who is with whom, a lifetime." ”

Pei Qian asked, "Let's go back to the wind together?"

Bai Shou said, "Let me be slow." ”

I have lost too much face today, and if I go back now, I will definitely be laughed at by Brother Chen. It's best to wait until you return there, Chen Ping'an has already drunk with the surname Liu.

The two hiked to Pianran Peak.

Pei Qian was silent for a moment and said, "I heard about the affairs of Tiezhuguan and Lanfangguo. ”

Bai Shou just hummed, and then fell silent.

Pei Qian continued: "There are some things that cannot be remedied, in fact, the only thing you can do in the future is to practice your sword well, so that you try not to make the same mistakes." If you are willing to feel guilty, you will continue to feel guilty, and it is not a bad thing, it is better than having no heart and lungs, and it is not appropriate to turn your head, but don't delay your sword practice. Whether it is practicing martial arts or practicing swords, as long as the heart falls, everything will stop. ”

Bai Shou still hummed, but the eyes of the young sword cultivator regained some of their former brilliance.

Pei Qian said: "It's just a golden pill, I'm embarrassed to be Mr. Liu's big disciple, and I have a lifetime?

In fact, Bai Shou can already become a Jindan sword cultivator at this age, even in Beiju Luzhou, where sword cultivation is the most common, he can be regarded as a well-deserved genius.

Bai Shou walked sideways, and said with a hippie smile: "Yo, Grandmaster Pei's tone is not small." ”

Pei Qian just looked ahead and said softly: "I have a few pounds of boxing skills, so I will say a few pounds of words." If you don't like it, don't listen to it. ”

Mr. Liu is one of Master's best friends, and Bai Shou is Mr. Liu's founding disciple, so Pei Qian hopes that Bai Shou can climb the heights on the way of the sword, the higher the better, and one day, he can also stand by the side of Master and Mr. Liu.

Otherwise, if it was an outsider, Pei Qian would definitely not say more.

Bai Shou looked at the somewhat unfamiliar Pei Qian in front of him in a daze, he turned around and nodded, "That's the case." ”

Pei Qian suddenly said: "You slapped me eight times before, just because you still owe me seven punches." ”

Bai Shou wailed: "Pei Qian, when can you change the stinky problem of liking bookkeeping?"

Pei Qian sneered: "Okay." Eight punches. ”

Bai Shou was desperate.

Pei Qian hesitated, but still said: "Bai Shou, you can't let Mr. Liu down, because not anyone can be like you and me, you can be so lucky and meet such a good master." ”

Bai Shou smiled: "I know, I know, okay, there is one more person around me who likes to be reasonable." ”

Pei Qian nodded, "Nine fists." ”

Bai Shou planned to return to Pianran Peak, so he carved an eight-word motto on the table, and the disaster came out of his mouth, and he was cautious in his words and deeds.

When I arrived at the thatched hut of Pianran Peak, Bai Shou couldn't stand it anymore, the surname Liu and Brother Chen, what's the matter, they were very shy.

Chen Ping'an, can you do it, Xu Xingjiu and Liu Zhiqing used to be guests here, and the surname Liu would not drink so much.

Bai Shou said bitterly: "Master, you are the previous master of Pian Ran Peak, and you are not good at hospitality, accompany Chen ...... The mountain lord drinks more, I have enough wine here, and I am blind to such a good amount of wine. ”

Chen Ping'an waved his hand, "Don't drink much, wait a while, we will go to your ancestral hall to worship incense." ”

Taihui Sword Sect, the previous sect leader Han Huaizi, and the previous head of the law Huang Tong.

There are also all the sword cultivators of the sect who traveled far away and did not return to their hometowns in history.

Thirty-six of them had previously died in the two battlefields of the Great Wall of Sword Qi and the Aquarius Continent.

There are many more sword cultivators, even if they return to the sect alive, they will no longer be able to practice qi, let alone sword cultivation.

Moreover, the sword cultivation of the Taihui Sword Sect has never been ambiguous, and it is the one with the highest realm and the greatest lethality within the sect!

Therefore, the Taihui Sword Sect was greatly injured.

The No. 1 Sword Sect in Beiju Luzhou now has only one Jade Pu Realm Sword Cultivator.

Liu Jinglong, white head.

Chen Ping'an, Ning Yao.

Today, there are only four sword cultivators who have entered the ancestral hall of the Taihui Sword Sect.

Different from other sects and Xianjia Mountain, in this hall, not only the hanging statues of the ancestors of the past dynasties, but also all the sword cultivators who died on the battlefield have hanging statues.

Liu Jinglong, Chen Ping'an and Ning Yao each handed over three sticks of incense, and said with a smile: "I believe that my master and Uncle Huang, as well as all the sword cultivators who hang statues, will be very happy to meet the two." ”

A last hidden official of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and a sword cultivator of the Ascension Realm of the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Chen Ping'an held incense in both hands and said in a deep voice: "Luoluo Mountain, Chen Ping'an." I would like to pay tribute to all the sages. ”

Ning Yao stood aside and said with a solemn expression: "The Great Wall of Sword Qi, Ning Yao." Sincerely, all of you. ”

There was no complicated etiquette, and the two strangers entered this ancestral hall, just saluting three incense sticks and saying a word.

Chen Ping'an walked to the gate of the Patriarch Hall, crossed the threshold, glanced back, and after retracting his gaze, he didn't go until the railing of the square outside, and then he put his hands on his sleeves and leaned his back against the railing, "Why didn't you participate in the proceedings of the Confucian Temple?"

Liu Jinglong shook his head and said indifferently: "I can't die anymore, it's not that I don't dare, I really can't." I'm afraid that if I go to the Temple of Literature, I won't be able to hold back. ”

Chen Ping'an was silent for a moment, and then asked, "I heard that some people have the audacity to speak out, and they think that the Taihui Sword Sect is an empty shelf?"

Liu Jinglong smiled bitterly: "Human nature. ”

Chen Ping'an said: "You can bear it, I can't." ”

Liu Jinglong raised his head slightly, looked into the distance, and said softly: "It's just that the contemporary sect master of the Taihui Sword Sect can endure it, but in fact, the sword cultivator Liu Jinglong can't bear it either." ”

Chen Ping'an turned his head to Ning Yao.

Ning Yao nodded and said, "We'll wait here." ”

Between Chen Ping'an and Ning Yao, at critical moments, it is often like this, and there is never half a superfluous word.

Chen Ping'an stretched out his sleeve and grabbed Liu Jinglong, "Let's go!"

Lao Tzu's face was covered with a face, who the hell knows who?

The atmosphere of Beiju Luzhou is so good, if you don't have this awareness, you still mix with the rivers and lakes, and go down the mountain.

On the other hand, there are a lot of Chen Ping'an, it is a must-have thing for going out and walking the rivers and lakes, young and middle-aged people, even women, and there is more than one.

I heard that the sect with few sword cultivators had been to the Great Wall of Sword Qi once in history, and then it had not been there for hundreds of years, because an old ancestor in the sect had passed on the sword cultivation, and just after the inverted hanging mountain, he had a quarrel with the local sword cultivator, and they broke up unhappily, since the city head did not go, let alone talk about killing demons.

Especially in the last hundred years, the entire Beiju Luzhou's far-traveling sword cultivators and qi cultivators are all dead, and this sect seems to have a higher status on the mountain in his hometown.

There is not only an old ancestor of the Immortal Realm who has been in retreat, but also the contemporary sect master of the Jade Pu Realm, and the guest of the Nine Realms martial arts.

However, compared to Zhengyang Mountain, where the leaders of a continent and sword cultivators gather, it seems that it is still almost hot.

I just used it to practice my hands first.

Liu Jinglong began to discuss the details with Chen Ping'an.

In the end, the two of them traveled far away with their swords.

Bai Shou was an eye-opener today, the surname Liu was really abducted by Chen Ping'an, and he asked the sword together?

He didn't think of the sword sacrifice between Master and Chen Ping'an on the top of the mountain in Fuyuan Country.

It seems that some people, as long as they meet, will naturally become friends?

Bai Shou suddenly glanced at Pei Qian not far away, why is your surname Liu like this, but my Uncle Bai is like this?!

The white-haired boy sighed in surprise and said, "The friends of the Hidden Official Ancestor are not simple. ”

The Liu Zhiqing of the Golden Crow Palace, among the Jade Pu Realm, is not in much suspense, as for whether he can be an immortal in the future, depending on the creation, there is some hope.

And this young sect master of the Taihui Sword Sect seems to be only a hundred years old, right?

Within a hundred years, the immortals will start, and within a thousand years, there is hope for ascension.

It's slow? That's the sword cultivation of the Immortal Realm and the Ascension Realm.

As for the young Taoist priest lying on the ground peak, the white-haired boy didn't bother to say anything. What Zhang Shanfeng lacks now is a tough enough physique, a territory that can carry that Dao fist intent.

Ning Yao said again: "There are a lot of friends who are not simple, in fact, there are more simple friends, Chen Ping'an." ”

The white-haired boy had no objection to this.

Ning Yao looked at the disappearance of the green shirt in the distance and said, "If Sect Master Liu can enter the Flying Ascension Realm, he will be very offensive and defensive. ”

Offensive and defensive. In particular, there is the word "very".

This sentence was said by Ning Yao, but also by a sword cultivator who had already ascended to the realm.

In her opinion, Liu Jinglong's current Jade Pur Realm is not at all inferior to the strongest Jade Pur Realm sword cultivators in the history of the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

In today's Flying Ascension City, some people have begun to check the old yellow calendar, and one of the things is about the selection of the "Top Ten Sword Immortals in the Jade Pu Realm".

For example, there is Wu Chengpei among them, but the selection of this sword cultivator is not due to the ability to catch and fight, but mainly due to Wu Chengpei's first-class flying sword, which is the most suitable for war, so the ranking is extremely low.

In addition, the hidden official Chen Ping'an was naturally selected without any suspense. At the wine table in Feisheng City, there was a lot of noise for this, not to quarrel whether Chen Ping'an could be on the list, but to rank high and low, the hidden official, the criminal officer, and the three-vein sword cultivator of Quanfu had their own opinions.

The white-haired boy asked curiously, "Why does the Hidden Official Ancestor have to take Liu Jinglong to travel to Middle-earth?"

Ning Yao really hadn't thought about this question before, but now she thought about it and said with a smile: "Maybe it's that by Sect Master Liu's side, he can be too lazy to think about things?"

Chen Ping'an's long journeys are not easy.

Either he is worried about the impermanence of the world, or he needs to be careful to protect others.

But if there is a Liu Jinglong by his side, Chen Ping'an will be very relieved, and he can just punch with a sword?

Ning Yao planned to wait for Chen Ping'an to come back and discuss something with him, to see if it was feasible.

She wanted to take the initiative to serve as the registered guest of the Taihui Sword Sect, but this involved the rules and taboos on the mountain in the world, and he decided to throw the problem to him.

Heh, someone claims to be the head of the family.

Ning Yao remembered something, turned her head and smiled with Pei Qian: "Although Guo Zhujiu didn't say anything, it can be seen that she misses you very much. That little bamboo box you lent her, she wipes it down often. ”

On Pei Qian's side, her master spread out her arms, hanging a little girl in black on one side, a white-haired boy on the other, two dwarf winter melons were competing and paddling, and her legs were hanging in the air.

After Pei Qian heard the name Guo Zhujiu, he looked a little strange, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

When he grew up, Pei Qian would often think of Guo Zhujiu, the titular little sister, during his travels, but every time he thought about it, in addition to being distressed, he would also have a headache.

When Pei Qian was a child, he followed the big white goose and went to the Great Wall of Sword Qi to find the master, but a girl who claimed to be a little junior sister fell from the sky, and when the master asked people about boxing, she would beat gongs and drums on the wall, and when she talked to herself, she would often deliberately bend her knees and bend her legs, and Pei Qian's head was level, otherwise she would be empathetic, senior sister, why don't we go to the steps to talk, I always talk to you like this, squatting in a pit, not a lady......

Pei Qian couldn't quarrel with Guo Zhujiu when he quarreled, and he couldn't keep up with Guo Zhujiu's whimsical ideas and reasoning.

Pei Qian is an exception except for the master's side, and the rest is with anyone, she is not a happy or a loser when she is a child, until she meets Guo Zhujiu.

Even now, Pei Qian still feels that he is really right.

But Pei Qian was very happy, in the war that year, Guo Zhujiu did not go back.

When Bai Shou found Pei Qian's strange appearance, he was very curious about where this Guo Zhujiu was sacred.

The white-haired boy let go of his hand, stood still, looked at Bai Shou, put his hands behind his back, paced slowly, and said with a smile: "Your name is Bai Shou?"

Bai Shou touched his head, smiled and nodded, as if to say that your name is Bai Shou, little girl.

The white-haired boy looked old-fashioned, nodded and said: "A good name has a good meaning, the white head returns to plant ten thousand pines, and the light rain is like a crisp fall." ”

Bai Shou was surprised

said: "The little girl's family is not too old to ask questions about college." ”

The white-haired boy pouted, and when he turned around, he borrowed a blank account book from Millet Grain.

Pei Qian carried a bamboo box on his back, held a walking stick in his arms, stood on the side of the railing, raised his eyes and looked into the distance, looking at the blue sky in the high place and the white clouds in the distance.

I remember that when Grandpa Cui taught boxing in the last game of the bamboo building, he once said, your bullshit master, martial arts qualifications are scarce, and he dares to practice boxing slack, and he is distracted to practice Shilaozi's swordsmanship, the old man's martial arts, only rely on Chen Ping'an to carry it forward, most of them are not top-notch, and they are very hanging, so you, who are his apprentices, don't be idle, you can't be lazy, martial arts practice boxing and learning are common, very simple, but just talk about "three days are diligent", yesterday today and tomorrow! So after you Pei Qian left the bamboo building, you have to mention a small breath of heart, and you will teach Haoran martial arts in the future, and you will know what it is...... The world punches out of the Luoluo Mountain!

When I met Master, her life was like a cold winter, and someone brought spring from the sky.

Ning Yao walked to Pei Qian's side, isolated a small world with sword qi, and asked softly, "Since you have become a sword cultivator, this is a good thing, why don't you tell your master?"

Pei Qian was embarrassed, and said with a weak heart: "Master always says that greed can't chew too much, and I don't think I have any talent for sword training." ”

So over the years, Pei Qian has not practiced swords, and has always abided by the agreement between himself and Grandpa Cui, and he has been diligent for three days, and he can't be distracted from practicing boxing. After all, that crazy demon swordsmanship was just a joke when I was a child, and it shouldn't be true.

Ning Yao smiled: "Then I won't tell your master about it first." ”

Pei Qian nodded vigorously.

Ning Yao asked, "Have you chosen a good name for your natal flying sword?"

Pei Qian's face turned red, he shook his head, but with a thought, he took out a flying sword, hovering between her and Ning Yao, about three inches long, and his edge was exposed.

In fact, the name is there, but Pei Qian is not embarrassed to tell the teacher.

Under the traction of Pei Qian's mind, the previous natal flying sword was divided into seven swords in an instant, but it was more slender and had different colors.

Ning Yao looked at it intently, nodded approvingly, and said, "It is completely possible to rank first in the summer palace." ”

Ning Yao reminded: "In the future, when you are against others, don't sacrifice this flying sword lightly. ”

Pei Qian nodded and agreed.

Then Pei Qian hesitated.

Ning Yao was puzzled: "If you have something to say, just say it." ”

Pei Qian plucked up his courage and asked, "Master, when will you hold a banquet?"

Ning Yao blinked, "You said Liu Xianyang and Yu Qianyue, I don't know the specific time, you ask your master to go." ”

Pei Qian smiled: "Okay, I'll ask the master to go!"

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A Confucian temple meeting ended, and the monks scattered.

On the cross-continent ferry boat of the Liu family in the Bright Continent, there was an outsider, and the old puppet king of Beiju Luzhou went to Yu, and he had a fight with Wu Zhen, the martial saint of Tongyezhou, and it was a tie.

Wang Fuyu felt that he had no face to go back to Beiju Luzhou, so Wang Fuchu went to Caijiaozhou with the pair of masters and apprentices in Lei Gongmiao, anyway, Liu Caishen's cross-continent ferry, eat and drink without worry, and do not need to spend money.

Fuck our Jianghu people in Beiju Luzhou, go out by money, only rely on friends!

Besides, on the side of this weak Ah Xiang girl, Wang Fuyu won the battle.

Don't say anything else, just say that Liu Suiyu's face and figure are also pleasing to the eye.

If he is a few hundred years younger, where is his appearance worse than Pei Axiang, he will only be better and more manly, and he will not be able to take his eyes off the little girl who is still more than Liu Suiyu.

After Wang Fuyu boarded the ship, he didn't have a good face, he was really aggrieved, and he asked Wu Zhen for a fight, but there were few weighty spectators.

Compared with the "Qingbai Dispute" from Gongdelin to Confucian Temple Square and then to the canopy, "Cao Chen Dispute".

There is no comparison.

As soon as the discussion at the Temple of Literature was over, many of the monks had already left, and the two sides fought late, and the location was not as frantic as the two young men.

Moreover, Wang Fuyu and Wu Zhen, the two martial artists, are older than Cao Ci and Chen Ping'an, who are only in their early forties now.

The three people in the room were all pure martial artists, and Wang Fusu was indignant, "Even if Lao Tzu beats Wu Zhen to death, he doesn't have Chen Ping'an just beat Cao Ci in the swollen face, and he has a greater reputation, and he is angry with the old man! ”

When Liu Suiyu was drinking, he crossed Erlang's legs, and his toes were crossed with the half-taken embroidered shoes, and he said with a smile: "Is it that the junior is blind, or the senior is confused, isn't it that Wu Zhen almost beat you to death?"

Wang Fuyu patted the handle of the chair, blew his beard and glared at his eyes, "If you really want to work hard, both of them will die." ”

The old man's words are not bragging.

Pei Axiang poured herself a bowl of wine before, but she didn't drink it, she just took a piece of snow-white silk and wiped the green bamboo flute.

The bamboo flute material is the green bamboo of Qingshen Mountain. In his early years, he was still a martial artist in the Nine Realms, and he was fortunate to participate in the Qingshen Mountain wine banquet with his friends, but a group of people were miserable by Ah Liang, and after a misunderstanding, the temple of Zhuhai Dongtian blessed the old woman and gave him a piece of precious fine bamboo. Later, Ah Liang was so worried, and said Ah Xiang, you are so miserable, you have been seen through the details, and you have been insulted, I can't bear it.

Pei Axiang didn't understand the deep meaning, but thought that Ah Liang was pouring ecstasy soup again, and didn't care.

When I returned to the Lei Gong Temple in Mahu Mansion, I figured out the meaning, and I couldn't cry or laugh.

There is a yellowing bead on the bamboo flute tassel, which is just an ordinary pearl, and it will be yellowed after a long time, and it is worthless.

A handsome martial artist who can suppress a continent of martial arts for many years, how can he not have his own stories of the rivers and lakes?

The white-robed jade belt is not a green flute, and Pei Axiang of Lei Gong Temple, if you are willing to go out and walk the rivers and lakes, it is easy to be recognized by the monks on the mountain at a glance.

Pei Axiang glanced at the chair handle on Wang Fu's side, cracked like a net, "The ferry is Liu's, you remember to lose money." ”

Wang Fuyu said: "It's no problem to lose money, you lend me some money first." ”

Looking at the posture of this old horseman, it seems that borrowing money from someone is giving the other party.

Wang Fuyu complained: "Over there in the Temple of Literature, things are not cool, the two juniors ask about boxing so much, and they don't say hello to us, we are well-known martial arts masters, otherwise the old man can give a point or two for the two juniors and pick out a few flaws in boxing." ”

Liu Suiyu suddenly stood up, hugged his fists and said, "Master, I won't go back to the Bright Continent." ”

The eyes of the old man in Beiju Luzhou really made her feel crooked.

Pei Axiang nodded and smiled: "Actually, I've been waiting for your words, go, strive to go early and return early, and make a good foundation." If you have the chance, meet on the battlefield over there. ”

Wang Fuyu, Pei Axiang, and Wu Zhen, including Wu Zhen, their great martial arts masters are a lot worse than Pei Cup and Zhang Tiaoxia, so they need to cooperate with the dispatch of the dynasties of various continents to rush to the wilderness.

Liu Suiyu got up and left, jumped off the ferry, and went south against the wind, as fast as thunder.

Only then did Wang Fuyu glance at the woman's back from the corner of his eyes, and when he was sure that Liu Suiyu had left the ferry, Wang Fuyu drank a bowl of wine, quenched his thirst with wine, changed his sitting posture, and touched his crotch, "These two buttocks are shaking so much that I have to panic." ”

Pei Axiang said helplessly: "You are a senior, don't be so old and improper." ”

Wang Fuyu sneered and said, "Lao Tzu just looked, did you touch it?"

Pei Axiang was too lazy to dwell on this kind of issue, and Zhengse asked, "Why did you go crazy back then?"

Wang Fuxuan's expression was calm, "Why? Naturally, he couldn't punch out, so he had to drive himself crazy." ”

Pei Ah Xiang sighed.

Wang Fuyu lowered his voice and asked, "Ah Xiang, do you think I am not a good match with Liu Suiyu, is there any drama? You have to seize the opportunity, you can be a good thing in my life in vain." ”

Pei Axiang was helpless and waved her hand, "What a mess, I advise you not to think about it." ”

Wang Fuyu rubbed his chin, "Really?"

Pei Axiang looked strange, and said helplessly: "My disciple only likes women. ”

Wang was still unrelenting, "Only?"

Pei Axiang nodded.

Wang Fuyu still didn't give up, and asked tentatively: "Can't she be a girl when I am?"

Pei Axiang endured this old man for a long time, but she couldn't bear it anymore, and scolded angrily: "Stinky and shameless old thing, disgusting or not, you won't fucking look in the mirror by yourself?"

Miss Ah Xiang is so ungentlemanly even if she scolds.

Wang Fuyu laughed, "Teasing you, look at your anxious eyes,"

Wang Fuyu suddenly restrained his smile and raised his eyebrows at Pei Axiang, "You said it was a coincidence, she likes women." I ......"

Pei Axiang got goosebumps,

Wang Fuyu rolled his eyes and shook his head, this girl with fine skin and tender flesh Ah Xiang was really unteasing, leaning back on the back of the chair, pouring a large sip of wine, and sighed: "I saw Cao Ci, Chen Ping'an is such a young man, his mother is really unreasonable, and there is no Wang Fa, younger than Li Er and Song Changjing, think about your hundreds of years of time, except for those years in prison, you have not slacked off your fists and feet for a moment, I really don't think it is interesting to practice boxing." ”

Pei Axiang was still angry, listening to something that didn't matter, "Then don't practice." ”

Wang Fuyu threw the wine jug into the ferry boat casually, and said with a smile: "I practice boxing when I am young, in order to seek an invincible opponent, and when I am old and practice martial arts, I have no more energy, just because I will die if I don't practice." But now that you can only wait for death, it's not happy!"

There was silence in the room, and the only sound was drinking.

Wang Fuyu asked coldly: "You really can't touch it?" Liu Suiyu is your disciple, not your daughter-in-law, why are you stopping it from wishful thinking. ”

Pei Axiang slapped the chair handle, "Get out of your ball!"

Wang Fuyu said aggrievedly: "Am I really leaving?

"If you don't want to stay, then I'm really not leaving. ”

"I've got to drink somewhere else. ”

Wang Fuyu just got up.

Pei Axiang had already smashed the chair that Liu Suiyu had sat on with one palm.

Wang Fuyu sat back in his position, shaking the wine jug, "There is one more regret in life." ”

Pei Axiang suddenly turned her head, looking at this grumpy and disrespectful old man.

Wang Fuyu nodded, wrapped his arms around his chest, and turned his head to look at the sea of clouds outside the house, "The last punch in my life, Lao Tzu wants to hand it out in the wilderness." ”

Beiju Luzhou shouldn't only have sword cultivation and handing swords.

At the very least, I have to have my king's fist fall on the mountains and rivers over there, and Han Huaizi, the sword light of the past years of sword cultivation, so that he will not be lonely.

Outside the ferry house, there are white clouds passing by.

Baiyun life, the past is over.

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On the same ferry, probably the richest family in the world, is settling an account.

Because Chen Ping'an took the initiative to ask to serve as the anonymous guest secretary of the Liu family in Caizhou.

The salary and salary of the worship of Keqing are usually paid once every ten years by the Liu family, because of the different ranks, the fairy money is very different.

Jade Pu Realm Sword Cultivation. Takeo Stop. Hidden Officer. One of the ten young people in the world.

The closed disciple of the Wensheng lineage, the junior brother of the left and right, the junior brother of Liu Sixteen, and the master of Pei Qian.

The sect master of Luoluo Mountain won three games in a row, including Yun Qi, Jiang Longxiang, and Ma Huangxian, and Cao Ci's nose and face were swollen......

This is Liu Youzhou's reckoning.

The woman was very pleased, and her son's abacus was very shrewd.

Since the daughter-in-law and son all felt that they should do this, Liu Jubao had no objection, this God of Wealth had a soft voice, and asked with a smile: "How much did it cost to eat in Parrot Island this time?"

The woman looked confused, "Huh?"

What does she remember this. Isn't it a shame for you?

Liu Jubao cocked his thumb and pressed his forehead, "It doesn't matter how much money you spend, but you still need this kind of thing like rough accounting." ”

Suddenly, in the woman's beautiful and moist eyes, there was immediately a grudge, sorry, aggrieved, complaining, sad, regretful, you were wrong......

Like that landscape painting, the layers of colors, and finally add them together, as if they are a silent sentence: I shouldn't marry you, you should say a few good words and listen.

Liu Jubao can't stand such a scenery in his life.

After looking at it for a while, Liu Jubao smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll talk about it next time." ”

The woman nodded, turned her head, and began to chat with her son.

Liu Jubao doesn't care.

It's like a cloud gathering in the eyes.

It's not a view, what is?

The reason why he asked this question was that he wanted to see this scene.

Liu Youzhou has long been accustomed to this, and his father and mother are always like this, very tired.

Even on the mountain, Liu Youzhou's appearance can be regarded as a typical late arrival. So it's really a thousand favors.

When Liu Youzhou was a teenager, he had an open and honest conversation with his father.

It's really in the family, there are too many things like that, every family, there is no money and no money embarrassment, and there is money and money noisy.

Therefore, in the ancestral hall of the Liu family, there are often women crying and crying looking for death and life, and there will be a man who kneels there without saying a word or doesn't care at all.

"Dad, are you outside?"

"Huh?"

"Is there a golden house to hide Jiaojiao? ”

"Nothing. ”

"Is there once, not now, and then there is no guarantee that there will be no in the future?"

"None of them. ”

"What will happen in the future, can you say it now?"

"Of course. When your mother first married me, I told her, don't worry, we'll be rich. Your mother just smiled at the time, maybe she didn't take it too seriously. ”

"When my mother married you, our old Liu family was already very rich, right?"

"The family is rich, but I don't have it, I'm from a partial house, forgot?"

The woman got up and left, and let the father and son continue to chat, and she went to their side on her ferry, along with a few friends from the mountains who could not even afford a cross-continent ferry, and as for some words, she really did not know the hypocrisy hidden in them? Of course she did, she just liked to hear them. And she especially likes two of them, hiding and tucking on her man's side, scratching her head and making gestures in a different way, but she is not a bunch of vulgar powder? You can see it, she can't eat, she is not angry? She still has this confidence in her own man.

It wasn't long before the woman left.

A cross-continent ferry that even the Ascension Realm Sword Cultivator might not be able to cut through with a single sword shattered, so that except for Liu Jubao, no one survived. Even the two martial artists of Nawang Fuyu and Pei Axiang died on the spot.

is like a great monk of the Ascension Realm, who first took advantage of the right time and place, and then chose to die with Liu Jubao in a close place.

It's a pity that Liu Jubao, who was dressed in a delicate robe, was still sitting on the chair unharmed, looking calm, just took out a golden lotus flower from his sleeve and picked one of the petals casually.

Moments later, the ferry was back to normal. It's not just about reversing the flow of time.

After several times, the ferry exploded again and again, Liu Jubao picked the lotus again and again, and the last time, the woman got up again, Liu Jubao's eyes were gentle, and he helped her comb her sideburns and hair, and said let's go together.

This time when he went out, Liu Jubao solved the identity of the immortal realm monk who was worshiped by his own family, and the hands and feet of this person on the ferry, this person has been in charge of this cross-continent ferry for many years, and he is still a famous formation master, as for why he did this, so that he didn't even want his life, Liu Jubao couldn't ask why.

After Liu Jubao returned to the house, Liu Youzhou was still unaware.

Liu Jubao didn't plan to mention this matter to Liu Youzhou, a man protecting his wife and children is a matter of course, and it is not worth saying anything.

After Liu Jubao sat down again, he just drank silently, planning to talk to Liu Youzhou's son.

Drinking and moistening his throat, Liu Jubao was just about to speak, Liu Youzhou immediately said: "Dad, don't give money to magic weapons anymore, it's actually quite stupid for a person to carry so many close things." ”

Liu Jubao said helplessly: "Dad just told you something. ”

Liu Youzhou smiled: "Then whatever." ”

"Youzhou, treat people and make friends, you can be generous, because you are Liu Jubao's son, and you are destined to have no shortage of money for the rest of your life. But remember one thing, except that you can't spend money and make people fools. ”

"When you go out, it is convenient to be with others everywhere, and it is convenient for yourself. When encountering emergencies in the rivers and lakes, you can't be stingy. ”

"But at home, you have to have rules, you have to talk about proximity, distance and proximity. The bigger a family, the more stable the rules, of course, stability is not blindly strict. But there is no strictness, and there is no stability. Therefore, in our Liu family, the most capable of beating people is not the father of the family, nor the old men who sit in the front two rows of the ancestral hall, but the masters and gentlemen who were invited to the family school by their father with a lot of money. When you get big and go out, you have to endure hardships, and the key is that you will feel that you are right after suffering hardships. ”

"So even if there are certain times when the gentlemen fight unreasonably, or fight hard, Dad doesn't care. Whoever dares to persuade and dare to stop, which mother-in-law is distressed and complains non-stop, the father will let their men, first leave the master and the child, and then slap the girl in front of me, and beat it lightly, and then beat it again. Mr. Teaching, no matter how heavy the shot is, if you fall down with a slap, how many days can the child hurt? In exchange for the truth that 'the children of the Liu family will also be beaten and will be beaten at home', in fact, there is a greater reason, which means that I earned the first money for the children of the Liu family early. ”

And this invisible money is one of the foundations of all the children of the Liu family in the future. How many fathers and mothers don't feel sorry for their children? But the world outside the door is not distressed. ”

Liu Youzhou listened carefully, but he was inevitably puzzled, endured it for a long time, and couldn't help but say: "I have already understood these truths, not to mention that you also know that I know." ”

Liu Jubao was a little aggrieved, his father was not a person who could be reasonable in addition to money, these words could only be said after a long draft, so he pretended not to know.

Liu Jubao had to sacrifice a killer feature, and asked with a smile: "Dad asks you, why did our Liu family secretly spend so much money to give it to the vassals of the major dynasties under the mountain for nothing, and open a school, so that the teaching gentlemen in the Bright Continent are not short of money and their lives are not embarrassed?"

In the past 100 years, the countries under the mountain of Aojiazhou have been very careful in opening schools. However, it is hidden in many measures similar to the establishment of Yizhuang in various places, so it is not conspicuous.

Because before the embroidered tiger became the national teacher of Da Li, he once approached Liu Jubao and said that if a country, most of the teaching gentlemen, are only poor and sour, or a more shrewd than a philistine, then there is no hope for this country. The strong will go to the weak, and the weak will always be weak.

Is it difficult for you to regain the word "north" from Kuluzhou? In another thousand years, it can't compare to that place where the sword cultivation is like a cloud.

Is it really that difficult? Actually, it is not difficult, just on a desk, at most three to five hundred years, you can win it back.

If there is really such a day, the scholars under the mountain, all of them are scholars and high-spirited, then the mountains and mountains of Caijiaozhou will be full of hope.

Liu Jubao, you are rich, very rich. Why not?

Embroidered Tiger Cui Yun's words are like teaching Liu's God of Wealth how to make money by spending money.

Liu Youzhou listened to his father's question and said, "No, it's just for."

Relying on bit by bit to change customs, help Caihaozhou snatch back the northern character from Juluzhou?"

Liu Jubao couldn't speak for a long time, so he had to nod his head, pretending to be profound: "Yes, yes, it's better to think about it shallowly, and I need to think more about this matter in the future." ”

Liu Youzhou said casually: "Yes, I don't need to practice much, and I don't have to think about how to make money, I just think about it every day." ”

Liu Jubao is very pleased, a good son, with lofty ambitions.

As for this God of Wealth of the Bright Continent, who rarely fights with people, the opportunity for the future fourteen realms to join forces is in things.

It was snowflakes that day.

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A Liuxia boat, with clouds everywhere as a ferry, suddenly appeared in the clouds again and again, as if the immortals had exerted the magic power of shrinking mountains and rivers again and again, and did not consume any spiritual energy.

Therefore, although the cost of the Liuxia boat was extremely high, the Confucian Temple still included this kind of ferry on the list, and during the discussion, the monks did not have any objection to it.

The owner of the ferry boat is a loose man on the mountain who did not participate in the discussion, one of the ancestors of the top sect of Middle-earth, the Great Sword Immortal Liuzhou.

There are no tables, chairs and beds in the house, and there is an embroidered tiger calligraphy hanging on the wall, which is not a facsimile, but Cui Yun's handwriting.

On the corner of the wall, put a fairy bonsai, equipped with a pocket mountain and river, a white cloud hangs in the air, lightning thunders, golden light flashes, rumbling, you can vaguely see a few golden, white slender silk threads scurrying in the clouds, and soon a rainstorm fell, worthy of the name of the dragon cloth rain.

Monk Liuzhou, with a black hosta pinned to his head, wears a purple robe, and sits on an emerald green futon.

This big sword immortal who is recognized as having a strange temperament, his face is like a crown of jade, more than a hundred years ago, this kendo genius who is expected to be among the ascending realms, put aside a good swordsmanship and do not practice, Liu Zhou actually turned to play chess, which was an extremely sensational thing in the world at that time, in those years, the mountains and rivers of the Middle Earth Shenzhou newspaper, there were many discussions, if it were not for the prestige of Qixian Mountain and Liu Jianxian, it is estimated that Liu Zhou would have to directly say whether Liu Zhou was crazy.

Sitting opposite him at this moment is a young woman sword cultivator, hanging a hand-copying inkstone around her waist, which was given by Liuzhou in the early years, and this sword fairy also carved a sword poem with his own hands, which is an expectation for anonymous disciples.

The woman is the wish of the Meishan Sword Sect, she is also an anonymous disciple of Liuzhou, every ten years, the wish is qualified to go to the fairy mountain, to ask Liuzhou for advice on swordsmanship.

Jin Dan Sword Cultivator, who is less than 100 years old, is actually very good in sword dao, and she also has three extremely rare flying swords, and the time spent refining the sword far exceeds that of ordinary sword cultivation, delaying the ascent of the realm.

I made a wish and told Liu Zhou about what I had seen and heard about this trip one by one.

Liu Zhou occasionally asked a few words, but they were all wishes, and he didn't care about the personnel at that time.

For some reason, Liu Zhou didn't seem to be very interested in the young hidden official who was born out of nowhere, and asked her more about the Little White Emperor Fu Si.

Wishing a glimpse of the calligraphy, he couldn't help but ask a question that he had been curious about for decades, "Master Liu, that flying sword golden spike in your early years, really lost to Xiuhu in chess?"

Even if Cui Yun is dead, when he mentions this person now, he is still willing to call him Xiuhu, and he doesn't dare or want to call him by his name.

Liu Zhou smiled and nodded, "It's just that I lost to Cui Yun in chess, and I didn't compete with him in swordsmanship, so there's nothing to be embarrassed about." ”

The reason why he was so concerned about that Fu was because Liuzhou once had a close friend of his master, who could be said to be both a teacher and a friend, and he preached a lot to Liuzhou in swordsmanship.

In his previous life, this person was known as a master of both worlds with Gu Qingsong, and he used to be a mountaintop monk who liked and quarreled very much, and he was even more daring, even if he was as outspoken as Zheng Juzhong in the White Emperor City, and even openly declared to the outside world that any Shanshui Mansion newspaper in Middle Earth could talk about this matter casually, and he scolded Zheng Juzhong.

A person in the Demon Dao still has that face, his name is in the middle, and his word is immortal?

In his opinion, it is enough for Zheng Juzhong to leave only a surname.

The White Emperor City ignored this, and finally he made a special trip to the Dragon Gate of the Yellow River Xiaodongtian, because the city between the colorful clouds could not go, so he went to the Yellow River Xiaodongtian, at the top of the waterfall, and the White Emperor City confronted him from afar, saying that he wanted to ask Zheng Juzhong, of course Zheng Juzhong did not show up, he talked to himself, biting one thing to death, only one truth. You Zheng Juzhong is a person in the Demon Dao.

Ascension? You're the Adversary. Created the White Emperor City, a demonic sect, can stand tall in the Middle Earth Divine Continent?

In the matter of chess, Feng Rao is the first in the world? Many times for the mountain and the wilderness, and the monk on the top of the mountain? Are you Zheng Juzhong still a demon monk?

In this life, this person is Fu Xu.

Because the final fate is that the bottleneck of the avenue cannot be broken, and it cannot enter the Flying Ascension Realm, when the army is solved, the soul is all collected and put into a pair of immortal relics.

The sect ban of Qixian Mountain, the formation of the peak secret realm, and the sword of his friend Liu Zhou could not change this ending.

Zheng Juzhong is in the fairy mountain, like entering a no-man's land. Finally, at the military dismissal place, Zheng Juzhong moved a chair and sat down, held up a messy monk's soul in his palm, and said with a smile: "I reasoned with you, not because you are unreasonable. ”

A natal flying sword and golden spike, Liu Zhou, who was stripped of his soul at will by that person, was covered with blood at that time, his back was against the wall, and he could only maintain a line of clarity by holding on to himself, so that he would not faint, and said angrily: "How can the city lord of Zheng reason with him for half a sentence, this is not to teach and to be punished!"

"The truth is in action, not words, how can a cultivator on the mountain do it with only ears and no eyes. It doesn't matter, he didn't bring eyes to reincarnate in this life, and I'll give him a pair in the next life. ”

Zheng Juzhong put the soul of a sword immortal in his sleeve, got up and smiled with Liu Zhou: "I'm the devil." ”

In the end, Zheng Juzhong also reminded Liu Zhou not to talk too much about this matter, otherwise he must be careful that he will be dumb in the next life.

So the former Great Sword Immortal of Qixian Mountain became Fu Xi of White Emperor City.

The little white emperor Fu was silent.

Silence.

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At night, a ferry boat is speeding in a sea of clouds, and a bright moon in the sky seems to accompany the escort.

Chai Bofu, as a monk of the Eight Classics of the White Emperor City, is now not the ancestor of the ancestral hall, nor is he the personal inheritance of Han Qiaose and others, don't look at him being pitted by Liu Chicheng again and again, in fact, on weekdays in the White Emperor City, there is still a lot of pomp, every time he appears, he is either Liu Chicheng or Gu Can, so almost no one dares to provoke a new face in this realm.

But Chai Bofu has been fortunate to see Zheng Juzhong many times in the past 20 years, but he has never had any verbal communication, Chai Bofu feels that this is reasonable, and he only thinks about the day when he enters the Yupu realm, maybe he can chat with this city lord, and it is not too late to fall into the realm when the time comes.

I never thought that on the way out of the Confucian Temple this time, I would actually talk to the city lord.

On the ferry, Gu Can found Chai Bofu and said that the master invited him to sit in the house.

Chai Bofu had no choice but to suspend his cultivation and withdraw from his mind from the small world. Hearing this, Chai Bofu was not the slightest joyful, but seemed to hear bad news and suffered a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

I didn't do anything to deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors, where do I need the city lord to clean the portal by himself?

Following behind Gu Can, walking in the corridor, Chai Bofu didn't think about anything, it was useless anyway, all the way was muddy, and came to Zheng Juzhong's door, Gu Can knocked on the door lightly and then pushed the door, sideways to get out of the way, Chai Bofu raised his feet alone and crossed the threshold, like a fish and shrimp breaking into Longtan.

Gu Can gently closed the door and returned to his room to continue refining qi and cultivating a secret ghost cultivation technique passed down by White Emperor City.

Zheng Juzhong put down the book in his hand, raised his head, stretched out a palm to this old man who had ups and downs in his life, and said with a smile: "Sit." ”

Chai Bofu, who was not willing to give up, obeyed the order, and subconsciously sat down, but when his butt was next to the chair, he immediately lifted it up again and slowly fell down.

It seems that in the face of this "pedantic celestial, wise like a demon, acting in a foreign way, and demeanor like a god", it is wrong to do anything by yourself, and it is also a mistake not to do anything.

Chai Bofu sweated like rain, just sitting on the chair, he became a soup chicken.

So much so that this guy with the name Longbo didn't even notice that there was a Han Qiaose sitting in the room.

Zheng Juzhong said: "Chai Bofu, don't feel at a loss at the moment, losing ground is a gaffe. There is no sense of awe, and when Ye Xiu dies quickly. ”

Chai Bo Fu looked blank and just nodded.

Zheng Juzhong smiled and asked, "Haven't you worked hard to practice in White Emperor City all these years?"

At such an instant, Chai Bofu was so aggrieved that he almost burst into tears, can he not be bitter?

It's just that he knows that it's useless to shout grievances, and this old young man who used to be a powerful man in the mountains and rivers of a continent can only grit his teeth and endure it.

However, Chai Bofu just nodded at the moment, and still didn't dare to say a word.

To be honest, sitting here, Chai Bofu felt that even if he said a word, he was an offense to Mr. Zheng.

Zheng Juzhong said: "Han Qiaose, Liu Daool, Fu Shu, and a few of them, they may all think that Gu Can is a natural descendant of the White Emperor City, as for you, you are not very worthy of it." ”

Chai Bofu could only nod. This kind of thing, there is nothing to be embarrassed about, compared to Gu Can, the little devil, he really can't compare. That little rabbit cub has too many eyes, and the key is to learn things too quickly.

Zheng Juzhong poured a cup of tea, gently pushed it on the table, and slid to the edge of the table in front of Chai Bofu, and said with a smile: "Drink when you think about people, drink tea when you think about things." ”

Chai Bofu was flattered, immediately leaned forward, picked up the teacup with both hands, trembled, and lowered his head to take a sip.

Zheng Juzhong said: "Buddhists say that this world is a world. A person is not afraid of hardship, but he is afraid that he does not know why he suffers. It's like the market under the mountain, you can't make money, you can't just complain about the hot and cold world, and others look down on people. The layman under the mountain is at a loss, and the bitterness and happiness are not enough, and the people of my generation who cultivate the Tao in the mountain have no such Taoist heart, and it is difficult to prove the avenue, and they cannot be immortal. ”

"Of course, when the manpower is exhausted, you will find that there is some money that you can't really earn, and some things that you can't really do. But only at this moment will you be qualified to say that it is destined, and the number of days dictates. Do you understand what I'm talking about?"

Let's talk about it.

The world's No. 1 demonic monk with the word "Huaixian" is like a school master with an excellent temper, preaching with a student who is worthy of teaching and solving doubts.

Chai Bofu nodded, shook his head again, and finally said the first sentence, and said sincerely: "The junior doesn't know what he understands, whether the city lord wants me to understand." ”

In fact, the truth could not be simpler, how could it be simple for a god like Zheng Juzhong to speak, do things, and practice? No matter how the words returned to the truth, Chai Bofu always firmly believed that the city lord would never say something that he could understand.

In the years of cultivation in White Emperor City, Chai Bofu really understood a truth.

People who are lucky are easy to learn - people who are lucky seem to be right to learn no matter how they go. It's hard for a stupid person to learn from a smart person.

Zheng Juzhong looked at the center of the eyebrows of the Chai Bo Fu, and poked with two fingers from afar, and Chai Bo Fu seemed to be an idiot, and he returned to the Yuan Infant Realm in an instant, naturally, it was a matter of course.

In the eyes of Han Qiaose on the side of the house, what she saw was Gu Can knocking on the door, standing outside the door, sideways to get out of the way, and then the senior brother asked Gu Can and Chai Bofu to enter the house together, and then asked some Chai Bofu about some of the cruxes of his cultivation, and answered them one by one. So Han Qiaose was a little surprised, I don't know why Senior Brother is willing to talk so nonsense with this waste, no, Chai Bofu is indeed an out-and-out waste, but Senior Brother never talks nonsense. Could it be that the stones of other mountains can attack jade, but in fact, they are taking the opportunity to instruct their disciples Gu Can's Taoism?

After Gu Can pushed the door open, only Master Zheng Juzhong was playing music alone in the room, and there was no Aunt Han Qiaose, when he closed the door, he saw Chai Bofu just crossed the threshold, his feet were weak, and he fell to the ground, and for some reason he began to fall to the ground, crying bitterly.

And the real Zheng Juzhong, standing at the window, let the "Zheng Juzhong" sit down, teaching Chai Bofu. In fact, Chai Bofu and "Zheng Juzhong" have had such a conversation more than a dozen times, but Zheng Juzhong was not very satisfied with a certain result, and failed to meet the expectations in his heart, so he took away Chai Bofu's memories. Puyu needs to be pondered repeatedly before it becomes a beautiful jade.

The moon was shining outside the ferry window.

The real Zheng Juzhong, with his hands behind his back, holding a book.

Among those juniors and sisters, Zheng Juzhong no longer has much interest in cultivation. For the monks of White Emperor City, including Fu Xu, the city lord Zheng Juzhong did not show his face, and rarely preached with anyone. But in fact, even if it is just a monk with the worst qualifications in the White Emperor City, Zheng Juzhong has nothing to do, he will personally ponder and carve one by one, and most of them will be smoothed out by Zheng Juzhong one by one, or feel satisfied, so he will leave a few monks with their own unconsciously mental veins, which will not only help pave the way and build bridges, but also seem to be a small road is actually expected to gradually ascend, and will also interrupt some of the roads that seem to be Yangguan Avenue but are actually cut off, and it is better to teach people to fish than to teach people to fish, Zheng Juzhong has always felt that the mountaineering road of cultivators is not only at the feet, but also in the heart.

It's just because Zheng Juzhong's methods are too unaware that the city lord is like a celestial man living in seclusion among the clouds, and it is not easy to see.

The disciple of the mountain, Fu Su practiced swordsmanship, and his swordsmanship was getting closer and closer to his ancestor who slain the dragon.

The closed disciple, Gu Can's cultivation, is to cultivate Chen Ping'an's respect for heaven and earth and follow the customs of the villagers, but also Wu Shuang's divine "military solution to all things, turn it into his own use", or the meticulous "millions of old bookworms, three food fairy words".

Bright moon night.

Open the window under the moon, do you flip through the book or read the book, or does the moonlight borrow you to read?

One of Zheng Juzhong's doppelgangers, once in that Chanjuan Cave Heaven, had a question with Cui Yun, who recognized his roots.

Cui Qi asked an excellent question at the time, the bright moon and the mirror, who is who when I look up and see the moon, is the person in the mirror still me?

Zheng Juzhong likes to talk to such smart people, it is not difficult, and even if it is just a few small talks, it can benefit himself a few points.

He once found three paths for himself to enter the Fourteen Realms, all of them, but the difficulty is different, there are some differences, Zheng Juzhong's biggest concern is how to ascend to the sky after entering the Fourteen Realms, and which avenue will achieve higher achievements in the end, which one needs to be continuously deduced.

In that year, in that Chanjuan Cave, Cui Yun broke through one of Zheng Juzhong's clones, which was regarded as the second meeting between the two sides after the Caiyun Bureau in the early years, Cui Yun was open and honest, and put forward the idea of dividing the soul into two, first striving to become two, three or even more people, and then striving to return to the same person. Not only gave all the details of the steps in detail, Cui Yun also said that he was willing to let Zheng Juzhong take the opportunity to watch the Tao.

In fact, the name of Cui Dongshan was taken by Zheng Juzhong for Cui Yun at that time, saying that it was a good omen.

Probably this coincides, because it is divided into two, which is actually one of the three paths that Zheng Juzhong wants to take.

And Cui Qi is not as free as Zheng Juzhong, once the future situation of the world is out of his own control, he has no choice but to choose another path of no return that is destined to change the color of the world and change the world.

Cui Yun finally made a categorical decision and persuaded Zheng Juzhong, saying that he would take this road first, as long as he relied on this to merge with the Fourteen Realms, there would be more possibilities after that, otherwise only taking one road to heaven would mean that the remaining two roads must be cut off, wouldn't it be boring?

After that separation, Cui Qi soon went to his hometown Aquarius to serve as the national teacher of Da Li, planning for a hundred years, during which it was divided into two, and there was an extra Cui Dongshan in the world.

It's a pity that there is no embroidered tiger in the world.

The last person Cui Qi saw in the world was not Yasheng, but Zheng Juzhong, who rushed to the Great Wall of Sword Qi from the wild world, and there was only a very simple question and answer.

"Why?"

"I really don't want to make my husband sad and disappointed. Thankfully, it wasn't. ”

"What do you want?"

"I hope that Mr. Zheng can take care of my little junior brother in the future, not in the Dao Fa, only in the Dao heart, not too much, not too little. ”

Zheng Juzhong agreed at that time.

Therefore, in Panshui County, an exception will be made for Chen Ping'an.

At this moment, Zheng Juzhong sighed, Han Qiaose and Chai Bofu in the house had their own thoughts, and they had their own fun tonight, and they left together.

Zheng Juzhong raised his hand and gently tapped the window with the scroll, and the "Zheng Juzhong" clone who was sitting dissipated and turned into moonlight, like a robe, which was worn by Zheng Juzhong.

The cultivators in the world have refined the Yin God and Yang God, which can be regarded as the first time to attain the Dao, and it is not a subtle and mysterious realm. Because almost without exception, once separated, separated from the true body, as short as a moment, as many as a few days, to most months and years, in fact, it will be "two people", and with the passage of time, the same person will become more and more different, unless it is the return of the Yin God and the return of the Yang God, and the respective memories will be cast into a furnace, and the Dao Heart needs to be divided into a priority before it can be regarded as a new person.

Therefore, the opportunity of the Fourteen Realms of the White Emperor City Lord to merge with the Dao was that exception.

There are two Zheng in the middle of the world.

Exactly the same, not the same. Even if they have been separated for thousands of years, they have met thousands of different things and thousands of people, and a certain Dao heart is always the same.

Therefore, Zheng Juzhong is not only the Fourteenth Realm.

is still one person, two Fourteen Realm Great Monks.

One is on this Haoran ferry, and the other is in the wild world of Jincui City.

Since Zheng Juzhong is a disciple of the dragon slayer and likes to play chess, it is better to use the wild world Tuoyue Mountain as the dragon that was slain on the chessboard.

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The previous meeting of the Patriarch Hall in Chunlupu had a solemn atmosphere that could be heard.

Lin Saga, the old woman, seemed to be out of the way, and there was only a smile on her face.

But in fact, the old woman was the one who sent the letter to Luoluo Mountain back then, and the wording of the letter even seemed extremely aggressive, but it seemed that as long as she saw the young sword fairy, the old woman felt that there was nothing wrong with her.

Song Lanqiao and Tang Xi glanced at each other, feeling that the situation was quite tricky, after all, it was difficult to save and disperse the favor on the mountain, but the two of them were relieved in their hearts.

Because the mountain owner talked about the mausoleum, he said that she would leave immediately and go to Luoluo Mountain in person.

Gao Song, who was in charge of money in the Spring Dew Garden, but the outside world only regarded Tang Xi as the God of Wealth, said that he wanted to walk with the mountain owner, but Tan Ling did not agree.

The Patriarch of Zhanglu asked the mountain master why he didn't chase after Chen Jianxian, why he took a long detour.

Song Lanqiao and Tang Xi looked at each other again and smiled, pig brains. In the previous discussions of the Patriarch Hall, this Zhanglu and Gao Song were actually on Song Lanqiao's master's side.

Tan Ling seemed to be a little tired, waved his hand, signaled the end of the discussion, and left Lin Saga alone, and asked the old woman about some small talk with the old woman.

Tan Ling took Song Lanqiao's ferry, went to the Bone Beach, and waited for the cross-continent ferry of the Phi Ma Sect, this female patriarch was inevitably worried, and he didn't know if he could save the situation when he arrived at the Niujiaoshan ferry and waited for the young sect master.

And the two people who traveled far away and asked the sword sect together, near the mountain, Chen Ping'an took out two pieces of dough, covered his face, handed one to Liu Jinglong, and said that there were only two on his body, and they would be used.

Liu Jinglong glanced at it and didn't stretch out his hand. Because it's a woman's skin.

Chen Ping'an was still persuading, more energetic than persuading wine, and said: "Isn't it hypocritical? ”

Liu Jinglong just used a trick to cover his eyes and didn't wear a dough, Chen Ping'an sighed, saying that he forgot that there was any remaining dough, and handed over another one.

So the two sword cultivators, one old and one young, walked to the foot of the sect mountain in the bright moon of the pale white apricot blossoms.