Wearing a green shirt, he went upriver along the road into the sea, and did not deliberately walk along the riverside, listening to the sound of the water and seeing the water, after all, he needed to carefully investigate the customs and customs along the way, the big and small mountains and the gods of various mountains and rivers, so he needed to make a detour often, and he didn't go too fast.

When he made up his mind to do something, he never did so, he worked hard and didn't think it was hard, but the people around him could rest assured, if he was not old, he would even be in the blessing and not knowing the blessing.

Probably growing up in the relationship at the bottom of the market, Chen Ping'an has excellent patience and resilience.

On the way, Chen Ping'an encountered a landscape experience that triggered deep thought.

Once Chen Christmas night stay in a certain county city god temple near the inn, at night, there was a burst of gongs and drums that only monks and ghosts can hear, the yin and underworld barriers suddenly broke open, under the guidance of the ghosts and officials from all walks of life, the ghosts near the county town entered the city in turn, in an orderly manner, it is said that the city god night court meeting twice a month, known as the city god night trial, the city god will judge the merits and demerits of the yin ghosts in the jurisdiction at night.

Chen Ping'an quietly left the inn and came to the gate of the county god temple, serving as the door god, to prevent ghosts and ghosts from noisy two gods of day and night, looked at it, and immediately bowed and saluted, not to call any immortal master, but to call the master, with a very respectful expression.

After Chen Ping'an returned the salute with his fists, he asked if he could observe the night trial of the city god.

One of them, the Sun Wandering God, immediately turned around and went to report, and after obtaining the joint permission of the three chief and auxiliary officials of the Chenghuang Lord, the Wen Judge, and the Yin and Yang Division, he immediately invited this foreign monk to enter.

In the lobby, after the city god sat on the big case, the civil and military judges and the chief officials of the city god temple were lined up in turn, in an orderly manner, and punished many ghosts and ghosts, if anyone was not satisfied, and it was not those who were guilty of great treachery and evil, they were allowed to appeal to the neighboring Dayue Mountain Monarch and the Water God Mansion Monarch, and then the Mountain Monarch and the Mansion Monarch would send the Yin Yin Officials to review the case.

Chen Ping'an did not sit on the chair that Chenghuang specially ordered someone to move, but placed the chair behind a vermilion lacquer pillar and sat there, keeping his eyes closed and recuperating.

When a yin creature shouted loudly and refused to accept the verdict, Chen Ping'an opened his eyes and listened to the rebuttal of the county god.

It turned out that the yin was a Confucian boy with no official fame before his death, and he had inadvertently excavated a large number of bones outside the county town, and he took them out one by one, so that he could bury them. Yin Wu felt that he was a great merit, questioning why many old men in the City God Temple turned a blind eye, and could not use this to offset their own sins, this is a great injustice, he must appeal to the water god Fujun, if the government does not pay attention to it, and the officials protect each other, he will fight to lose the opportunity to reincarnate and reincarnate, and also sound the drum of injustice, and then appeal to Yue Shanjun in the Fuhui Kingdom, and ask the mountain monarch to preside over justice for himself, and severely punish the dereliction of duty of the county city god.

The City God rebuked angrily: "The City God of the world surveys all living beings in the yang world, you act in your lifetime, all of you have the intention to do good although the good is not rewarded, and if you have no intention to do evil, although the evil is not punished!

The yin sat on the ground.

At the end of the day, the rooster is about to crow.

The night trial of the city god has come to an end.

Chen Ping'an got up at this time, bypassed the beams and pillars, stood under the hall, thanked the city god who had only black and white official robes and complements, and then said goodbye and left.

Lord Chenghuang personally sent it to the gate of the Chenghuang Temple.

When he arrived at the door, Lord Chenghuang hesitated for a moment, then stopped and asked, "Is it in Qujiang County, in order to quietly dig a road down the mountain for the servant who entered the deep mountains and mountains to mine the imperial wood?"

Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "I did have this move, but when I saw that the road was rugged and full of miasma, I was a little unbearable." ”

Lord Chenghuang sighed and said: "Two of them should have died on the way to deliver the wood, one was crushed to death by the giant tree, and the other fell off the cliff and fell to his death, so the master's move is equivalent to saving two lives, so can the master know whether this move has accumulated more merit or is it more contaminated with cause and effect?"

Chen Ping'an said with a smile: "Since the City God Lord said it, it must be the latter. ”

Lord Chenghuang looked at this cultivator, and after a moment, he smiled and said, "The reason why the master is the master, the little god understands a little. ”

The gods look at the world, not only to see things, but also to look at the heart.

Lord Chenghuang sighed, "The people of the world act like the water that accumulates into a river, the river water can irrigate the fields and benefit the people, but it will also accidentally flood, and if a dam bursts and floods, it will drown countless people, and in an instant, the merits and demerits will be transformed, and people will be caught off guard." Since the Master has gone up the mountain to practice, he still needs to pay more attention. Of course, the little god is humble and can't talk about any vision, and I hope that the master will not be disturbed by the words of the little god, otherwise the little god will be very sinful. ”

Chen Ping'an thanked him again.

Chen Ping'an returned to the inn, lit the lamp on the table, and copied the Buddhist scriptures on that page to meditate.

When you stop writing, put away the pen and paper and the page of the scriptures.

The sky is slightly bright.

Chen Ping'an blew out the lights and stood at the window.

If you study the rules of the Great Dao of the gods of mountains and rivers carefully, you will find that there are many deviations from the rules set by Confucianism, and they are not absolutely in line with the worldly sense of good, bad, good and evil.

Gradually ascending on the mountain, becoming more and more like a cultivator, this is the path that must be taken.

It's like everybody will grow up.

Chen Ping'an is actually in a good mood.

I have walked through so many mountains and rivers, accumulated so many large and small objects, and my belongings are full.

In the future, Chen Ping'an is full of expectations.

A lone branch is not spring, the garden is full of flowers, that is the beautiful scene that Chen Ping'an hopes to see the most.

Chen Ping'an left the county town and continued to walk on the territory of Fuhui Kingdom.

There is no hosta, no hat, just carrying a bamboo box, a green shirt and a bamboo cane, and traveling alone.

On this day in a waterside ancestral temple, after Chen Ping'an entered the temple to worship incense, he saw a thousand-year-old cypress in the apse of the ancestral temple, it takes seven or eight young and strong men to hug it together, covering half of the square, there is a stone tablet standing next to the tree, it is the content written by the writer of the Fuhui country, and the local government has hired a famous craftsman to engrave it, although it is a new monument, but it is very ancient. After reading the inscription, I knew that this ancient cypress has gone through many military incidents, and the years are long, and it is still standing.

Chen Ping'an liked the text content of the inscription, so he took off the green bamboo bookbox, took out the paper, pen and inkstone, and used the bamboo box as a bookcase, and copied the inscription word by word.

The inscription has a lot of content, and Chen Ping'an copied it meticulously, and before he knew it, it was already night.

The ancestral temple has a night ban, the temple Zhu not only did not drive people, but brought two stools with the ancestral temple boys, put them on the left and right of the ancient monument, lit the lamp, and helped illuminate the ancient monument in the temple.

After Chen Ping'an saw this scene, he quickly stopped his pen and got up to thank him.

The old temple Zhu smiled and waved his hand, signaling the guests to just copy the inscription, and said that the ancestral temple had a house for pilgrims to stay overnight.

The old man commanded the boy, who took the key in his hand and squatted down to doze off.

The boy was really bored, so he watched behind the man and copied the inscription, the words, not good, not bad, but copied carefully, written properly, I really can't see how good it is. He once went to other ancestral temples to play, compared to his own ancestral temple, it is more beautiful, there are many Shilin literati inscription wall, that is called one more elegant, especially a writer drunk holding a cup, wrote a wall of cursive, really make people see the heart swaying, although it is a cursive inscription wall, but by the Fuhui country literary circle praised as an old Jiaobu rain map.

The words of the young Confucian in the green shirt in front of him are not good, they are very ordinary.

After Chen Ping'an copied the inscription, he packed up the bamboo box, re-carried it, and went to the guest house to check in.

The child yawns constantly, and he is about to feel that he has crawled into the sleepy worm in his ears, but he will not complain that the guest is too rubbing, the ancestral temple has many stone carvings and inscription walls, so there are often readers here to copy books, the young childhood is not big, but the experience is old, the temple wishes grandfather has a strange temper, and has always respected and preferential treatment for readers, listening to a few senior brothers in the temple said, in the life of the temple grandfather, I don't know how many people who have received the entrance examination in Beijing or visiting the landscape, but unfortunately the temple is flat, so many years have passed, and there is no scholar with the title of the gold list, becoming a high-ranking official of the Furui country, other ancestral temples, which has not produced one or two scholars who have a smooth career for the ancestral temple to become famous for the reading master。

Chen Ping'an walked into the corridor, stopped, and looked back.

The leaves of the thousand-year-old cypress tree are swaying.

Chen Ping'an smiled and muttered: "The breeze and the bright moon branches move, it is suspected that it is the sword light of the Sword Immortal Treasure." ”

The boy was stunned for a moment, "Good poetry." In which book did Childe read it?"

Chen Ping'an smiled: "I forgot the source." ”

The child said regretfully: "If the son himself feels it, it would be good, and I will ask the temple to wish Grandpa to find a good handwriting, catch a knife and write on the wall, so as to add some incense to our ancestral temple." ”

Chen Ping'an looked at the ancient cypress and shook his head.

Xiao Tong thought that this foreigner boy who was on a study tour was saying that the poem was not inspired by him, so he said softly: "Son, let's go, take you to the guest house, and rest early." The guest house is not big, but it is clean, rest assured, I take care of it, and I guarantee that there is no half an ant. ”

Speaking of this, Xiao Tong said softly: "If you accidentally bump into it, don't tell Grandpa Miaozhu." ”

Chen Ping'an smiled and nodded, mumbled, and followed the child to the guest house.

Over there, the ancient cypress is full of branches and leaves.

The ancient wood spirit who was about to transform into a human form almost shed tears of grievance, and he couldn't wait to hold down the elm head of the temple boy and wake him up with a chestnut.

You idiot little boy, why are you so unenlightened, do you know how much fortune the ancestral temple has missed?

If you ask the sword fairy to inscribe that poem on the wall of the ancestral temple, it is impossible to say that it will be able to ascend to the sky in one step! As for the incense and feng shui of the ancestral temple, the natural tide rises and rises innumerably.

Ten Zhu Zi Gongqing in the temple of Fuhui Kingdom, can they compare to an essay and ink treasure of this person?

It was only when the immortal shook his head at it that it did not dare to speak to itself, so as not to annoy the transiting immortal, but it was not beautiful.

Late that night, Chen Ping'an was still practicing the six-step pile, and at the same time cooperating with the sword furnace pile and the Qianqiu sleeping pile.

Half-asleep and half-awake, fist intent flowed all over the body.

In the small world of the human body, there are different kinds of cultivation.

Self-cultivation and self-cultivation are not wrong.

Chen Ping'an's heart moved slightly, but he didn't open his eyes, continued to immerse himself, and continued to walk the pile.

On this day, the old man of the temple saw a man in green clothes in a dream, carrying an ancient cypress branch, like a ranger carrying a sword, this person frankly said that his identity was the incarnation of the general cypress in the apse of the ancestral temple, and he prayed that the temple would leave a piece of ink treasure to the guest in the green shirt, and in any case, he must implore the passing immortal master who stayed in the ancestral temple at night, and then continued to hurry after completing this matter. The words were earnest, and the man in Tsing Yi almost cried.

After the old man of the temple woke up suddenly, he sighed, and seemed to be unwilling to make it difficult for the strong man, and it was difficult to ask for words from the young scholar who did not know the immortal in front of the real person, but after thinking about it for a long time, he remembered that the ancient cypress and the ancestral temple had been accompanied by thousands of years, and there were indeed many spiritual deeds in history that were passed down by word of mouth, so the old man still wore boots and clothes, and left the house at night, but when he arrived at the guest house, he lingered for a long time, and the old man still did not knock on the door, turned to the ancient cypress, and said softly: "Bai Xian, I'm sorry." I didn't follow my words to ask for help. Since the other party is unwilling to take the initiative to leave the ink treasure, it must be because the merit of the ancestral temple is not enough, and the fortune is not full. ”

Gu Bai was silent, only a sigh, and he did not force the old man to change his mind.

It wasn't until this moment that Chen Ping'an stopped his fist and smiled.

Chen Ping'an has always believed that the feng shui of a place is right and wrong, the root is still in the people, not in the fairy, you have to talk about the order, the so-called green mountains in the world are not worried about no firewood.

The so-called green mountains are still in the hearts of the people.

Therefore, a green shirt fluttered in the ancestral temple like the wind, and in an instant, he came to the temple and said with a smile: "Raise your hands." ”

Gu Bai, who has not yet obtained a complete human form after thousands of years of cultivation, appeared in the appearance of a man in Tsing Yi, his body was still ethereal, and he knelt on the ground and kowtowed, "Thank you for the grace of the immortals." ”

The old man was also a little apprehensive

If you are afraid, you will bend down and thank you.

But Chen Ping'an calmly accepted the ancient wood spirit's kneeling.

But the old man's bow and thanks, but Chen Ping'an stretched out his hand to stop him.

This is not because Mu Mei is not human, so it is inferior.

But on the avenue, by the grace of heaven and earth, the grass and trees are thanked, in fact, it is the hard-won opportunity of the avenue.

After watching the night trial of the city god before, Chen Ping'an was like seeing the bright moon through the clouds and mist, and completely understood one thing.

If a cultivator wants to have a clear mind, he also needs to be pure from his roots.

Chen Ping'an asked the old man of the temple to wait for a while, went to the guest house, took out a piece of golden rune paper, sat upright, held his breath and condensed for a while, and then wrote the poem one stroke at a time, carried the bamboo box and returned to the ancient cypress in the apse, handed it to the man in Tsing Yi, and said: "You can bury this talisman in the root of the tree and the root of the mountain, and then slowly refine it." On the avenue, blessings and misfortunes are uncertain, all in the heart. In the future, practice for yourself, and be good and good. ”

The man in Tsing Yi held the golden talisman in both hands, thanked him again, and was grateful, crying silently.

Chen Ping'an no longer stayed in the ancestral temple, said goodbye and left, the moon stars were scarce, and the bright moon was also in the bamboo box on his shoulder.

Looking back, the old man of Miaozhu and Tsing Yi Mu Mei were still there to see him leave, Chen Ping'an waved his hand and continued to travel.

Okay, I've saved a lot of money on sesame oil.

No loss.

Chen Ping'an smiled and continued to hurry, in the dead of night, walking slowly with six steps.

Day and night, no taboos.

The world is like this, and each has its own fixed number of chances.

When the ancestral temple here met him Chen Ping'an, it may have become a so-called blessing.

But even if the feng shui of the ancestral temple elsewhere is very different from this, if you meet other cultivators with other temperaments and eyes, it may be just the right chance, and when you meet him Chen Ping'an, you will pass by.

On the avenue, there are tens of millions of roads, all of which are ascending.

That's why people in the same way are so rare and difficult to meet.

Then Chen Ping'an stopped on the bank of the Dadu water at the boundary of Zhongyue in Fuhui Country, and fished next to an old man, who was clearly a qi practitioner, but the realm was not high, the sea view, the battle was very large, and there were many maids and girls around him, a long row of cyan fishing rods, and the bait was prepared countless times, a large pot after a large pot, and it was estimated that the big water could be fed and fed. The fisherman saw that the young man in the green shirt should be a pure martial artist from the four or five realms, and a person who liked to fish, so he ordered a maidservant to bring a large pot of bait. The maid smiled and said that the son did not need to be polite, and his master had always been generous to the fishing friends who met in Pingshui, and he also said that he would not fight a big nest and it would be difficult to catch a big fish. When the maidservant girl put down the big basin and talked to Chen Ping'an about these words, Chen Ping'an nodded vigorously, saying that this is the reason, and the old gentleman must be a master of the world. At first, Chen Ping'an was still a little uneasy in conscience, and after receiving such a large pot of immortal bait, he asked the old immortal master's Taoist number loudly.

The old man laughed and said: "Friends on the mountain, they all like to call Lao Yu a real person in reclamation!"

Chen Ping'an glanced at the big basin silently, thinking that whether it was mixed in the rivers and lakes, or in the mountains, it was really only the wrong name for his father and mother, and there was absolutely no wrong nickname.

The old man kept catching fish, but he couldn't catch a big desecration fish in his mind.

At dusk, there is a huge building boat passing by the bank of the great desecration, the building boat has a man in armor standing solemnly, the building boat breaks the water and goes retrograde, the movement is very great, the big wave hits the shore, the green bamboo fishing rod on the shore is upside down.

The old man began to scold, full of anger.

Out of the building boat came a burly military general wearing manna armor, holding an iron gun, domineering, staring at the old angler on the shore.

A servant girl cautiously reminded: "Master, it seems to be the general of the Furao Kingdom, wearing a very rare god Cheng Lu armor. ”

"It's Gao Ling, the general of the Furao Kingdom!"

The old man looked at it, stomped his foot, and said angrily: "Damn, I stepped on a piece of shit that is as hard as iron, I heard that this guy has a bad temper, let's close the rod and retreat!"

On the other side of the boat, there was an extra woman beside the general of the Protector of the Furao Kingdom, Gao Ling lowered his head and whispered to him, the latter nodded, jumped slightly, and stood on the railing of the bow of the ship, ready to go.

Chen Ping'an slowly retracted.

On the ship, the conversation between the burly military general and a woman was clear to the ear.

A rich and noble woman dressed in brocade silk, I heard that the old fisherman is a real person who has cultivated in the mountains and fields of another country, and has a loose nature, and is an old monk of the Longmen Realm who has an empty realm but has a scarce combat power. She asked the military general Gao Ling to take a lesson, no need to kill, just teach a lesson, such as beating half to death, and then find a chance to see if she can be accepted as a guest in her house.

The military general hesitated for a moment, saying that this person might not be willing, and had already rejected several invitations from the Emperor of Qingyu Kingdom to serve as an offering.

The woman sighed.

The generals understood.

The country itself is not very powerful, but the backer is surprisingly large, and the woman beside her who has both a rich identity and a fairy atmosphere is one of the tractions of the country and the backer.

Although Gao Ling looks like he is not in the age of standing, he is actually the year of the sixtieth year, and the official position is not the highest among the generals of the Fuhui Kingdom, from the third grade, but his fist must be the hardest.

With one punch today, maybe you can change from three products to three products.

So Gao Ling laughed loudly: "I don't think I'll run away, you might as well come to the boat for a glass of wine!"

The armor-clad general's toes were a little heavier, the building boat suddenly tilted, and a large piece of iron armor rattled, and those armor soldiers didn't care about the etiquette one by one, and quickly reached out and firmly grasped the railing.

Gao Ling landed on the surface of the great desecrated water and tread water on the shore.

A shot was handed out.

The cultivator of the Sea Realm is not a spectrum immortal master, but a mountain and wild cultivator, if he is interested, he should be soft, and it is better if he is not interested, just let himself exert his fists and kicks in front of the woman's eyes.

It's just that he didn't wait for Gao Ling to land, and his eyes were full of flowers, and then he felt that his chest was clouded.

The figure fell all the way back to the side of the building boat.

It turned out to be a green shirt out of nowhere, and in an instant he came to Gao Ling, a palm slapped on his nectar armor, Gao Ling came as fast as thunder, castration was even more galloping, and his ears were whistling into the wind.

The man clapped his hands lightly, and Gao Ling's figure floated up, landing on the bow of the ferry, and staggered to gain a foothold.

After the green shirt was slapped with a palm, it took advantage of the momentum to sweep out a few feet, a big sleeve flipped, the figure turned rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it returned to the shore and stood still.

Gao Ling's face was gloomy, and he hesitated to hit the swollen face and become fat, and don't think about winning this fight. Otherwise, it makes her feel that she has lost face, and it is his Gaoling who is not in a good position, which is the most embarrassing situation, and it is not pleasing to both ends.

The woman's eyes were shining, and she smiled: "It's okay, don't care, let alone pursue it." Master once said that the bottom of the mountain should not be underestimated, and between the mountains and rivers, there are often high-ranking people. It was not in vain that I got off the boat at the head ferry of the Green Oriole Country, and deliberately took this long way to the waterway, and finally gave me a glimpse of the so-called strange people in the world, and after seeing it, I earned it. ”

Gao Ling breathed a sigh of relief.

Shore.

The man clenched his fists, as if apologizing to Lou Chuan's side.

Gao Ling was stunned for a moment, and also smiled and returned the salute with a fist.

The woman became more and more radiant, and said to herself, "Good fellow, what a funny thing." Gao Ling, I will take credit for you!"

The boat slowly left.

The old monk of the Dragon Gate Realm just wanted to make friends, but suddenly the figure of the green-shirted guest disappeared.

What to do?

The old monk rubbed his chin, and then gave the order to start moving the position, and instructed the maid and the boy to move all the large basins to another position, which was the fishing place of the green-shirted immortal, which must be a treasure of feng shui.

As soon as he sat down, he immediately felt refreshed, and sure enough, it was the place where the immortal looked at him, and it was clear that the river breeze was a little sweet.

Distance.

Chen Ping'an continued to travel.

Take a slight detour and walk in a plain with a wide view.

Chen Ping'an suddenly stopped, put away the bamboo box and put it into the objects at hand.

But after a while, I frowned and thought deeply, is it an illusion?

Chen Ping'an walked forward slowly.

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Sprinkle the mountain villa, it is the holy place in the hearts of the people of the rivers and lakes of Wuling Kingdom.

There are all kinds of rumors about this Zhuangzi in the martial arts.

It is said that the reason why Wang Yu's predecessors have never married a wife in his life is that he traveled to the north when he was young, suffered emotional injuries, and fell in love with the woman who later became the queen mother of Jingnan Kingdom.

It is also said that the thin plum wine brewed by Zhuangzi is actually a wine-making recipe left by the immortals, and the martial artist can increase his strength for several years after drinking a jar. That's why the disciples taught by Wang Yu's predecessors will be outstanding one by one, because they are all brewed in the wine vat of thin plum wine.

There are also rumors that there is a heavily guarded and heavily forbidden place in the Sprinkle Sweep Villa, where a martial arts secret book written by Wang Yu himself is placed, and anyone who gets one can become a first-rate master on the rivers and lakes.

These, of course, are all fake, making outsiders spit around, but making others cry and laugh.

One of Wang Yu's descendants, Lu Zhuo was very helpless about this, but the master never seemed to care about this.

Lu Zhuo is one of the most unqualified among the same teachers, learning everything is very slow, swordsmanship, knife skills, boxing, not only slow, but also the bottleneck is as big as a mountain, there is no hope of breaking, a trace of dawn can not be seen, although the master often comforts him, but in fact the master is not in a rut, in the end Lu Zhuo also accepted his fate, now the old housekeeper is old, the senior sister is married, the talented senior brother Wang Jingshan, these years have to provoke the general affairs of the villa, really delayed the practice, in fact, Lu Zhuo is more anxious than Wang Jingshan, always feel that Wang Jingshan should have been in the rivers and lakes a long time ago, sharpening the blade of the sword, so Lu Zhuo began to intentionally or unintentionally come into contact with the many worldly chores in the villa, and planned to help the old steward and Senior Brother Wang in the future, and he would shoulder two burdens.

When I got up, walked the pile, or practiced the sword or practiced the sword to the morning, after breakfast, I began to go to the old housekeeper's side, read the accounts, keep accounts, sprinkle and sweep the correspondence of the villa, the business conditions of many industries, and the expenses of many disciples and protégés in the house, all need to consult with the old housekeeper one by one.

There were many disciples and miscellaneous servants in the villa, so the villa opened a family school.

The masters and gentlemen who studied in the early years of the school were all very knowledgeable, but they couldn't keep them.

Some of them resigned and retired, they were really old, and some were Yeyi literati who had no official status but were quite prestigious in Shilin, and finally the master simply hired a hopeless person for the imperial examination, and never changed Mr. When someone has something to do and the villa is on leave, Lu Zhuo will serve as the teacher of the school.

In the afternoon, Lu Zhuo will also teach a group of fellow disciples the sword and fist technique, after all, the brothers and sisters of the same generation as Lu Zhuo also need to practice by themselves, so Lu Zhuo has become the best person to call, but Lu Zhuo is not a little troubled about this, but feels that he can help a little, and he is very happy.

Lu Zhuo's day now, is so trivial, bits and pieces, as if a few blinks of an eye, will change from the dawn azure as white as a fish's belly, to the twilight time when the sunken birds return to the nest, only after the end of the day, the sky and the earth are dark, everything is hazy, Lu Zhuo has the opportunity to do something of his own, such as reading a little miscellaneous books, or flipping through the Shanshui Mansion newspaper purchased by the master, to learn about some strange things about the gods and goddesses on the mountain.

Lu Zhuo personally held a lantern on this day, patrolled the villa at night, and acted according to the routine, although there were many rumors in the rivers and lakes, but in fact, there were never people who would break into the villa without following the rules.

The little junior brother on the back mountain is still practicing his sword diligently.

Lu Zhuo didn't make a sound to disturb, and walked away silently, quietly walking along the way,

is a beginner boxing pile that has been going for many years, and senior sister Fu Loutai and senior brother Wang Jingshan like to make a joke about him.

Because the boxing pile was not taught by the king of the Sweeping Villa himself, but a shoddy boxing book obtained by chance when he was young. Master Wang Zhuo didn't mind Lu Zhuo's practice of this boxing, because Wang Zhuo had read the boxing book and felt that the practice was harmless, but it didn't make much sense, anyway, Lu Zhuo liked it, so Lu Zhuo practiced boxing according to the score, and it turned out that Wang Zhuo and his senior brothers and sisters were right. However, Lu Zhuo himself didn't feel that his efforts were in vain.

On the way down the mountain, I saw the old butler, who was clumsy, standing at the bottom of the steps, as if waiting for him.

Lu Zhuo walked down the mountain quickly.

The old housekeeper was clear-looking, thin, and wore a green shirt and long coat, but the old man often coughed, as if he had fallen ill in the early years, and he had not recovered.

One of the old man's legs was slightly lame, but it was not noticeable.

The old man's surname is Wu, and his name is Fengjia, which is a relatively less common name. In addition to Lu Zhuo's generation, the younger generations of young people and children no longer know the name of the old man, from Fu Loutai, the eldest disciple of Wang Zhuo, to Lu Zhuo and the younger junior brother, they all like to call the old man Grandpa Wu. When Lu Zhuo entered Zhuangzi on the first day when he was young, the old housekeeper was already on an errand in the Sweep Villa, and it is said that how old Zhuangzi was, how many years the old housekeeper stayed in the Villa.

Lu Zhuo said softly: "Grandpa Wu, the wind is strong and the night is cool, and I will do the night patrol of the villa." ”

The old man waved his hand, continued to patrol the night with Lu Zhuo, and said with a smile: "Lu Zhuo, I will tell you two things, you may be ...... Disappointed, well, will be disappointed. ”

Lu Zhuo felt a little strange, it seemed that the old steward tonight was a little different. In the past, the old man gave people the feeling that it was twilight, like the wind and candle in his last years, and his life was short. This actually made Lu Zhuo very worried. Lu Zhuoxing may have a relationship with the hopelessness of martial arts to reach the top, so he will think about some things other than martial arts, such as the situation of the old people in the villa in their later years, whether the children have the opportunity to participate in the imperial examination, and whether the villa's New Year's flavor will be a little stronger this year.

The old man said slowly: "Lu Zhuo, you actually have the qualifications to cultivate, and if you are lucky in your early years and can meet the preacher, your future will not be small. It's a pity that I met your master Wang Blunt and turned to martial arts, and he ruined the heavens. ”

Lu Zhuo smiled, and was about to speak, when the old man waved his hand and interrupted Lu Zhuo's words, "It's okay not to say anything first, that's because you Lu Zhuo has never seen the demeanor of the gods on the mountain with your own eyes, a Qi Jinglong, of course, the realm is not low, he and you are just friends who meet by chance in the rivers and lakes, that Qi Jinglong is not a scholar but a mellow little freak, so you don't really know about the mountain cultivation." ”

Lu Zhuo was speechless.

The old man continued: "Then there is your Lu Zhuo's talent for martial arts, which is really average, very ordinary. So your martial arts bottlenecks are real barriers, you can't get through it now, and you may not be able to get through it for the rest of your life. ”

Lu Zhuo sighed, a little sad, "Grandpa Wu, I know it best in my own heart. ”

The old man was also a little sad for no reason, "There are so many children in the villa, I am actually the most optimistic about your heart, so I let you get that boxing book unintentionally." But many things in the world are so helpless, it's not that you Lu Zhuo is a good person, you can have a smooth life, when you are young, you can't compare to your senior sister and brother, and when you become an adult, you can only watch your junior brothers and sisters go away together, and when you are old enough to die, you can't even connect their disciples, your junior nephews, you still can't compare. So whether you are disappointed or not, I am very disappointed, not in the hearts of the people, but in the world. ”

Lu Zhuo was a little shocked.

The old man turned his head and looked at Lu Zhuo, "Lu Zhuo, one last question for you, do you mind doing nothing all your life, being a villa manager, year after year in the future, the scenery everywhere has little to do with you?"

Lu Zhuo thought about it carefully and said with a smile: "It really doesn't matter, I'll be a villa housekeeper." ”

The old man nodded, "Very good." Don't underestimate yourself, with people like you, doing little things, there will be greater hope in the world, and there will be feats. Therefore, my previous disappointment is not worth mentioning, and one by one is the hope of this world. This kind of big talk, a bad old man who sweeps the villa, Qiu Fengjia seems to be very shameless when he says it, right?"

Lu Zhuo smiled, neither wanting to say anything against his heart, nor wanting to hurt the old man's heart, so he had to compromise and say, "It's okay." ”

The old man laughed heartily, at this moment, how could there be a little decay and old age.

The eagle stands like sleep, and the tiger walks like a disease, which is exactly the way he grabs and devours people.

"Since you have passed my heart test, it is time for you to change your path and ascend, and you should not waste your heart in trivialities!"

The old man said, "I will leave the villa tonight, and I will hide for many years, and I should make a decision." I left two letters in the account room, a mountain heavy weapon, and a fairy family secret. If you hand over one letter to Wang Yu, you will say that you, a disciple, have been delayed for many years, and it is time to let go. You take a letter with you, go to Qi Jinglong, and go to practice in the future, and become an immortal on the mountain! A Lu Zhuo who is willing to be the housekeeper of the mountain villa for a lifetime can make the world more hopeful, so a Lu Zhuo who climbs the mountain and cultivates the Tao and practices swords is naturally more beneficial to the world. ”

Lu Zhuo's face was stunned.

The old man grabbed Lu Zhuo's head with one hand and smashed it into Lu Zhuo's chest with a punch, causing Lu Zhuo to be seriously injured on the spot, and his spirit was agitated, but he was speechless and in great pain.

"Everything else is good, it's this twisting and pinching temper, I don't like it the most, you Lu Zhuo don't fight for a place on the top of the mountain, do you want to give way to those qi practitioners who are worse than bastards?!"

The old man stared at Lu Zhuo, who was almost dying, and said in a deep voice: "But if you want to embark on the path of cultivation, you can only break the Immortal Bridge first! Remember, grit your teeth and get through, and there will be hope for everything." can't get through it, just enough to be a villa housekeeper with peace of mind. ”

When the old man let go of his hand, Lu Zhuo fell to the ground, and the lantern in his hand fell to the ground.

Lu Zhuo vomited blood.

The old man squatted down and said with a smile: "Of course I don't call Wu Fengjia, it's just the name of a dead knight who walked the rivers and lakes when I was young." He died on the spot in order to save a little beggar on the side of the road who was run over by a wheel. That little cripple, who has been practicing boxing all his life, just wants to prove one thing to this life-saving benefactor, a martial artist from the Four Realms took his own life in order to save an orphan covered in pus, this matter is worth it!"

Lu Zhuo only felt that the true qi of pure martial arts gradually dissipated, and the pain was unbearable, but he still gritted his teeth, trying to listen carefully to every word of the old man.

The old man smiled and said: "I understand a set of shoddy boxing techniques, in the end in the eyes of ordinary people with mediocre qualifications, not a genius, now looking back, the boxing method contained in the boxing book, boxing pile boxing, is indeed rare, so to bury his head in boxing, until he is in his forties, can he be a one-man force, openly declare to the immortal mansion of the person who holds the bull's ear in a country, everyone laughs at me for shaking the tree, not self-sufficient! Very good, the fist intention of my set of boxing methods is fundamentally that the grasshopper moves the mountain into the sea! It's a pity that you Lu Zhuo, who has practiced boxing for many years, has never been able to get started, and has never been able to get started, and has no fist intent on the body, it doesn't matter, there are so many roads in the world, you Lu Zhuo is a good person, whether it is my descendant disciple or not, it doesn't matter much. ”

In the end, the old man bent his fingers together, and gently knocked on Lu Zhuo's forehead to make him fall asleep, after all, Lu Zhuo no longer needed to continue to learn martial arts, and it was meaningless to eat or not to eat this bit of physical suffering, and the stirring between the spirits and souls did not stop, which was the key to going up the mountain to cultivate in the future.

The old man in the green shirt and long coat stood up and muttered to himself: "The old man's real name, his surname is Gu Mingyou." ”

The old man smiled: "Before you die with the person surnamed Ji in Ape Mountain, it seems that you should go to meet that young man for a while." If you die, you will be considered to have returned my Shaking Mountain Fist Book, if you are not dead...... Hehe, it seems to be difficult. ”

The old man pondered for a moment and sneered: "I don't bully people, since you are fighting for the strongest pure martial arts in the Six Realms, then I will press the realm, just ...... The martial arts of the Nine Realms are ready to punch. ”

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Above the plains.

Chen Ping'an felt that something was more and more wrong.

A huge sense of crisis enveloped the world.

There is no escape, there is no escape.

This is the second time I have traveled to Beiju Luzhou.

The first time was at the foot of Zhengrong Peak, where I encountered Ji Yue, the sword immortal of Ape Mountain.

Chen Ping'an didn't have any panic, but his heart stopped in an instant.

Outside the limit of Chen Ping'an's eyesight, there was an old man wearing a green shirt and long coat, standing in place, closing his eyes and recuperating for a long time.

When he opened his eyes, he stepped out.

Silently.

But in an instant, the earth was like a spring thunder on the ground.

Above the line.

Chen Ping'an narrowed his eyes.

The double-sleeved talisman, the robe, the golden liquor, the two flying swords, even if it is a sword immortal, at this moment, it is a pure martial arts body, and it is destined to be of no benefit.

Chen Ping'an trusts his instincts.

The other party is at least a mountaintop realm martial artist!

The condensation of the fist is strong and incredible.

Chen Ping'an began to run straight forward.

As soon as you retreat and avoid, your fist intent will be reduced by one point, and your chances of survival will be reduced by one point.

As soon as the fist intent decreases, it is to admit defeat.

Walking the rivers and lakes, admitting defeat is often death.

A punch swap.

Chen Ping'an suddenly flew out upside down for dozens of feet, and suddenly landed, still unable to stop the backward trend, and the boots on his feet directly polished all the soles.

The whole body almost fell apart.

This is the first time Chen Ping'an has used the god-man drum style, but he will break it when he hands it out!

The man didn't move at all, strolling leisurely, as if he let Chen Ping'an directly change into a breath of pure true qi, followed flutteringly, and handed out another punch.

In fact, Chen Ping'an, who had blurred vision, was punched in the head again.

Fly out upside down.

There is no way to fight back.

The green shirt and gown had already jumped into the air and smashed it down with a punch.

This punch hit Chen Ping'an's heart.

A large pit appeared on the earth.

Chen Ping'an was covered in blood and fell to the ground.

Flesh and blood meridians, hundreds of limbs, and qi points.

are on the verge of collapse.

The old man, who was at least a martial artist at the top of the mountain, just stood on the edge of the top of the big pit, put his hands behind his back, didn't say a word, no longer punched, just looked down at the bloody man in the pit.

I saw that the young man, who had actually completely lost consciousness, first moved a finger of his left hand slightly, and then tried to touch his elbow against the ground and struggled to get up.

The old man in Tsing Yi just looked indifferent, looking at the young martial artist's subconscious subtle struggles.

The young man went from raising his elbows again and again, raising his back above the ground, falling to the ground again and again, to being able to support the ground with both hands, and then to staggering to stand up, and he consumed half a stick of incense.

The old man sneered: "I'm standing here, as long as you can come up and throw a punch at me, you can live." ”

The young man, who had actually lost consciousness and only had a little bit of natal aura left, bowed his head and bent over, his arms swaying, and staggered forward.

The 20 or so steps out of the slope of the big pit are like a child carrying a huge basket on his back, exposed to the scorching sun, climbing the mountain to collect medicine.

Step by step, the bloodied young man had just raised an arm.

The old man said indifferently: "I'm sorry, you still have to die." ”

With one hand raised and one fist opened, the old man in the green shirt and long coat and cloth shoes punched the young man in front of him back to the bottom of the pit.

The old man walked down the pit step by step, and sneered: "The older you are, the higher your realm, the more afraid you are of death? No wonder after the short-lived appearance of the strongest three realms, the four realms and the five realms have not been able to compete for the word strongest! ”

The half-dead man, silent.

The old man frowned, then lowered his head to see the man's fingers move slightly.

The old man smiled.

Very good!

It can be said that he is dead, but his fist is still alive.

It's a little funny.

It's the most unpretentious meaning in the world!

The old man laughed loudly.

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