After Chen Ping'an laughed, he hugged his fists and said, "Mr. Hong, we meet again." ”

The old man is just as he was back then, his spirit is bright, and he is a cultivator, and in a few years, it is indeed a flick of his fingers, and his face has not decayed significantly.

Seeing the green-shirted swordsman who took off his hat, the old man named Hong Yangbo, he became more and more puzzled, the business of Qingfufang, in the Xianjia ferry port of Dilongshan, is a unique good, people come and go, it is normal, but the fairy money is more on the first floor, there are not many guests on the second floor, and even fewer people who sit down to do business, if it is a distinguished guest handled by the old man, he should remember, but looking at the young man in front of him, he is really angry, but why is he so invisible?

It's just that the visitor is a guest, and he called himself an old gentleman, Hong Yangbo sat down and hugged his fists to return the salute, and then stretched out his hand to signal himself to sit down, and asked with a smile: "I don't know if the guest wants to buy or sell?"

Chen Ping'an moved an antique jujube red chair and sat down, these should have been the work of the women who led the way in Qingfufang, of course, they served tea and water, threaded needles and threads, and things would not be in vain, and after the business was completed, there would be a commission. Especially after making the guests into repeat customers, there is another bounty for Frog Fang. Chen Ping'an remembered that the woman's name was Cui Ying, but this time Chen Ping'an had no plans to buy and sell objects, otherwise he would ask Cui Ying downstairs if she was not there, and it was fate to meet, not to mention that looking back, the business of the year, the three of them and this green worm workshop were all happy, and they were happy to open the door, which was considered an incense love. Those who practice believe in this.

Chen Ping'an was just about to sit down, and he wanted to close the door, but the old man waved his hand and said, "There is no need to close the door." ”

Chen Ping'an hesitated for a moment, still followed the old man's instructions, sat back in his position, and said with a smile: "I came to Dilongshan Ferry this time to come to see Mr. Hong." The old gentleman may not remember, back then, there was a big bearded man, a young Taoist priest, and the three of them sold a few things in the old gentleman's shop......"

The old man slapped the table and said with a smile: "I remember, those pair of bamboo chopsticks were sold by you to the old man! Usually I take it out and play with it when I have nothing to do, and I touched the pair of bamboo chopsticks, just like touching the green silk of Mrs. Qingshen Mangosteen......"

The old man didn't continue, probably feeling that he was a little too invisible.

Zhang Shanfeng sold a pair of bamboo chopsticks from Qingshen Mountain here, and gave the old man a high price.

The old man was overjoyed, remembered something, got up and shouted, "Affection, hurry up and serve good tea!"

Soon a woman dressed in a colorful palace brocade dress came from the corridor covered with colorful lichens, and handed the two a cup of hot tea, and the graceful woman left the house, and was not far away, just waiting at the door.

The old man is the old man of Qingfufang, half a hundred years have been explained here, if you meet a guest who has no eyes, he often does not have a good face, he loves to buy or not to sell, but for the person who is pleasing to his eyes, he is open-minded and enthusiastic, otherwise he would not have talked to the end, and he made a small bet with Xu Yuanxia.

The old man smiled and asked: "What about the big-haired man with a unique vision, why didn't he come? The bet I made back then, it was the old man who lost, and that time I bought your Wuyue bowl of the ancient Yu Kingdom, which caused Qingfufang to lose some money, but these are not important, it is inevitable that there will be profits and losses in business, besides, the old man is good at identifying bronzes, calligraphy and paintings, and beautiful wood and good wood. It's just that I owe the man a drink, you can't always owe it, what is a big man? The old man doesn't like to owe people, how much is a little worry in his heart, why don't the old man ask you to find a good place outside the green worm shop and have a drink?

Chen Ping'an shook his head and smiled: "This wine, let's wait for my friend to ask Mr. Hong for it in the future." ”

The old man was a little helpless, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Last time you were in this shop, just selling, in fact, some old men usually don't want to take out the pretty goods and open door goods, do you want to have a good time? ”

Without waiting for Chen Ping'an to say anything, the old man had already gotten up, began to look around, and quickly put three brocade boxes of different sizes on the table.

After the old man carefully opened it, there was a piece of imperial pine smoke ink, a clay figurine statue wearing a power fence, and a cursive calligraphy.

The old man's face was full of pride, "These three things, on the second floor of the Qingfu Fang, are also rare things, full of aura, not to mention the clay figurines, the other two are still heavy, not to mention the dignitaries who are gifted to the secular dynasty, or to the Confucian students of Guanhu Academy, they don't need to feel light!"

The old man pointed to the pine smoke ink, "This piece of Shenshui Imperial Pine Smoke Ink, not only taken from a thousand-year-old pine, but also has a great origin, was named 'Mr. Mu Gong' by the imperial court, ancient pine is also known as 'not drunk pine', there was an allusion handed down, after the great writer drunk in the mountains and forests, he met 'someone' blocking the road, so he pushed the pine words with his hand and was not drunk, but unfortunately after the fall of the Shenshui country, the ancient pine was also destroyed, so this piece of pine smoke and ink is very likely to be the only product in the world. ”

The old man pointed to the clay figurines, and his eyes were even hot, "This is the old man who bought it from a down-and-out field cultivator in his early years, it belonged to picking up a big leak, and it only cost two hundred snowflakes at that time, but after the appraisal of a senior on the third floor, I knew that this clay figurine had been a set, a total of twelve, from the hands of a brilliant Upper Five Realm Immortal in the White Emperor City of Middle Earth, and was praised by later generations as ' Twelve stunning 'fairy figurines, wonderful in that power fence, itself is a small and exquisite magic weapon, only the trigger mechanism, can see the true face, but it is a pity that the old man has not yet come up with a way to crack it, can not fully verify the identity of the clay figurines, otherwise this thing, can become the entire green worm fang of the pressure of the hall, well-deserved town shop treasure! ”

Finally, the old man pointed to the calligraphy, and said regretfully: "Compared with the first two, this thing is not valuable, it is the calligraphy of a local sword immortal in the ancient Shu realm before the cultivation, although it is a copy, but it is like the remains of the autumn cicada, almost not losing the real handiwork, called "Regret Zai Post", which originates from the first sentence of the character post is 'Regret Zai Swordsmanship'. This calligraphy, the calligraphy is wonderful, the content is excellent, but it is a pity that the years are long, the early years are not well preserved, and the aura passes a lot, such as the twilight of the hero, the wind and candle are in the last years, it is really a word, a pity. ”

Chen Ping'an is generally interested in the piece of Shenshui Imperial Pine Smoke Ink and the Mi Fence Clay Figurines, and he has seen it, but in the end, this copy of the cursive script, carefully examined, for the text or calligraphy, Chen Ping'an has always been extremely enthusiastic, but the words he wrote by himself are similar to playing chess, there is no aura, decent, very dull. But the handwriting is not good, looking at how other people's words are written, Chen Ping'an still has some vision, thanks to the seal text of Mr. Qi's tripartite seal, Cui Dongshan's many handwritten calligraphy, and on the way to buy a book of ancient seals, and then in the lotus flower blessed land for three hundred years, I have seen many calligraphy in the temple of the calligraphy of the master's calligraphy, although it is a glimpse of the light again and again, a glimpse, but roughly meaning, Chen Ping'an has a deep memory.

So Chen Ping'an, who didn't plan to spend money in Qingfufang, was a little moved, anyway, listening to Mr. Hong's tone, the imperial pine smoke ink and the clay figurines of the power fence are full of aura, and they are definitely not cheap, but this calligraphy should not be too expensive.

Chen Ping'an asked the price, and the old man stretched out his palm and shook it.

Five small summer coins.

The pair of Qingshen mountain bamboo chopsticks back then was also at this price.

Chen Ping'an shook his head, "I can't afford it." ”

It's not that I don't like it, it's that I don't want to give up five small summer coins and put them in the secular market, but it's 500,000 taels of silver!

Back then, in the county office of Meihua Country, I bought a large stack of cursive calligraphy with the crazy drunkard county lieutenant, and it was only five pots of Xianjia wine.

When it comes to buying and selling, I'm afraid to shop around!

If he hadn't had the experience of sticking to the down-and-out county lieutenant with wine, Chen Ping'an might have been like the old gentleman who met bamboo chopsticks, and he would have bought them as soon as he gritted his teeth.

The old man didn't force it, knowing that the other party was making a mistake in the price, no matter what, this sword-carrying ranger could really like this cursive script, and it was not in vain that he took out the calligraphy.

At this moment, the woman in colorful clothes outside the door said softly: "Mr. Hong, why don't you take out the most pressing object at the bottom of this room?"

The old man smiled angrily: "Sentiment, the person was not brought by you, even if I sold something in this house, I don't have half a copper coin from you, what kind of coaxing!"

The woman obviously had a good relationship with the old man, and joked: "It's good to dip the light of the guests and take a few more glances at the baby." ”

She smiled at Chen Ping'an and said, "This son, when you come to this room, you must take a look at Mr. Hong's pressing goods, and don't look at it in vain." ”

Chen Ping'an actually didn't have this intention, but Hong Yangbo smiled and stretched out his finger and nodded, "Turn your elbow outward, hurry up and find a man to marry, save yourself from eating enough every day, and pit us old men in Qingfufang." Okay, anyway, I've seen three good things, and it's not bad for one of them. ”

The old man finally took out a boxy gold-wrapped brocade box, and after opening it, there was a cool and cold air rushing to his face, but there was no sense of gloom, like heavy snow in the middle of winter, dignified.

Chen Ping'an fixed his eyes and saw that there were four Heavenly Master Demon Slaying Ghost Slaying Dollars inside, which were exactly the same.

The old man turned over the four big coins one by one, and said with a smile: "They are Lei Gong, Electric Mother, Rain Master, and Fire Monarch, each of them catching demons and subduing demons." This is a set of rare magic weapons that cost money to win, which is good-looking and useful. There was once a royal child of the Zhu Ying Dynasty who wanted to pay for it, but the bid was slightly lower than the old man's expectations, and it was not possible to sell it, but the guy was too domineering, and when he saw the old man's pressing goods, even if he was happy in his heart, he also put on a hypocritical appearance of pretending to be calm, and the old man was upset when he saw it.

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The old man smiled: "Even if you don't buy it, you can get started, and it's not an ordinary porcelain, and it can't be broken." ”

Chen Ping'an picked up one of the money, stared at the front and back carefully, and after closing his gaze, he asked, "How to sell it?"

The old man said, "A set of four pieces, don't split and sell." ”

The old man still raised one palm and shook it.

Of course, it's not five small summer money, but that Gu Yu money.

Chen Ping'an smiled and asked, "No negotiable?"

The old man shook his head, "Don't bargain, otherwise you won't be able to pay this precious set of money that has been passed down from the Bright Continent." ”

Chen Ping'an asked: "Did the royal son of the Zhu Ying Dynasty lower the price to four Gu Yu money?"

The old man smiled and nodded.

Chen Ping'an said with a bitter face: "Then I seem to be no different from him." ”

He also wanted to bargain for four Gu Yu money, but he couldn't put it down, and he really wanted to get it in one go.

Money is dead, people are alive.

After Chen Ping'an handed over the Tong Ye to Wei Yan, before going down the mountain, he asked Wei Bai to take out two Gu Yu money, one was five, Chen Ping'an carried it with him, thinking about traveling down the mountain, how could five Gu Yu money be enough to deal with some emergencies, as for the other one, it was sent to Shujian Lake and handed over to Gu Can to prepare two Zhou Tian Jiao and water and land dojos.

If he really encounters a multi-colored-golden stove similar to the one in Lu Yong's hand of Qingyang Palace, and he can easily get fifty Gu Yu money, as long as it does not involve the root of the Great Dao, Chen Ping'an will have nothing to do with him.

After all, it is all expenses now, except for the two market shops in Qilong Lane, which can earn dozens of taels of silver every month, and all the mountains, including Luoluo Mountain, do not have a single fairy money in the account for the time being.

We really can't just spend money and not earn money anymore.

The old man smiled heartily: "It's still a little different, the old man looks at you kid much more pleasing to the eye." You just have to bargain casually, and the old man won't agree anyway. ”

Chen Ping'an had a clear heart in an instant, and asked tentatively: "Dare to ask how much is the annual salary of Mr. Hong from Qingfufang?"

Longquan County's Niujiao Mountain is burdened, people are gone, but the buildings and storefronts that cost a lot of money to build are still there, and as Niujiao Mountain with a fairy ferry, this is the only one, which is indeed suitable for trading.

The woman at the door of the house covered her mouth and smiled, but there was still laughter, which shows how funny Chen Ping'an's question is.

If you buy those four magic weapons and spend money on the back of the ghost slasher, it's just that, you can't afford it, and you dare to dig the foot of the wall of the Qingjiafang in Dilongshan? Do you know that the Qingjiafang, as the head snake of the Xianjia ferry in Dilongshan, has been passed down for more than ten generations, and Baozhai has encountered a wall here, and in the end he still did not choose a location to open a store.

Hong Yangbo was also amused and waved his hand, "This matter is not mentioned." ”

The old man was about to put away the spirit brocade box that was wrapped with gold wire to cover the cold of the money, but he didn't think that Chen Ping'an's wrist was flipped, and he had already put five Gu Yu coins on the table, "Mr. Hong, I bought it." ”

The old man was surprised: "Do you really want to buy it? Don't regret it? Out of the Green Worm Workshop, you can clear the money and goods, and you are not allowed to return it." ”

Chen Ping'an nodded.

The old man stretched out a palm, just one finger against a Gu Yu money, and let go when he touched it, it was indeed a genuine mountain Gu Yu money, full of aura, orderly circulation, and could not be faked.

The old man asked again, "Are you sure?"

Chen Ping'an glanced at the remaining three boxes that had not yet been put away, and asked with a smile, "Can you have an addition?"

The woman at the door of the house couldn't help but sneer and quickly turned her head.

The old man said half-truthfully: "If you can help me return that meal, how about it?"

Chen Ping'an shook his head and said, "This won't work." Buying and selling is buying and selling. ”

The old man shook his head and said: "Then forget it, buying and selling is buying and selling, fair price, no luck." ”

"Okay, if you don't add a head, you don't add a head, the water will flow for a long time, and I'll talk about it later. ”

Chen Ping'an moved slightly, his back covered the line of sight on the other side of the door, and put the silk brocade box in his reach.

In the end, the old man personally sent Chen Ping'an to the door of the house, not that he could not be sent to the gate on the first floor of the Qingfufang, but it was a taboo, and it was easy to provoke unnecessary speculation and prying eyes.

The old man suddenly asked, "If you had promised to drink before, what kind of thing would you choose as the color head?"

Chen Ping'an shook his head, "It's the clay figurines of the power fence." ”

The old man smiled: "The vision is good, but it is not the best, the most valuable thing is actually the piece of Shenshui Imperial Pine Smoke Ink, the market price is nine small summer money, according to this calculation, you originally only had to agree to drink, in fact, a set of magic weapons cost money, it should be considered as a bargain for you to four Gu Yu money, then I can earn at most half Gu Yu money." Now, it's just a half-grain rain money, even if the commission of the green worm workshop is deducted, I don't have to worry about drinking in my life. ”

Chen Ping'an said with a smile: "Then the next time my friend comes to Qingfufang, Mr. Hong remembers to invite him to a good drink, how expensive it is." ”

The old man nodded, "That's how it should be." ”

After Chen Ping'an crossed the threshold, he said to the woman that there was no need to send him off, and then hugged his fists and said goodbye, "Mr. Hong, there will be a period later." ”

The old man nodded, "I don't want to send it far, I hope we can do business often, and the trickle will be long." ”

Chen Ping'an went downstairs and left, leading the horse slowly on the street outside the Qingfufang.

The reason why I bought that set of money was to give it to Zhong Kui in Taiping Mountain.

The matter of making money is not in a hurry, no wonder he Chen Ping'an.

It's just that Chen Ping'an quickly turned his head to look and found that the woman in the colorful skirt walked briskly, holding a brocade box in her arms.

After Chen Ping'an stopped, the woman named Qingcai handed him the brocade box and said with a smile: "Mr. Hong is not happy after all, so he can't bear to cut his love and give this clay figurine to his son." Childe didn't know, when I took the box, it took me a long time to pull it out of the old gentleman's hand. ”

Chen Ping'an smiled and said how embarrassed he was, but the movements in his hands were not ambiguous, and the woman did not let go immediately, Chen Ping'an pulled lightly, and then he succeeded.

The woman looked at the back, raised her palms, and her hands were empty.

She smiled and shook her head, and returned to the Green Worm Workshop, where several women on the first floor saw her and bowed their heads.

When I arrived outside Hong Yangbo's house on the second floor, the old man stood at the door respectfully, and said with a wry smile: "Owner, I was startled when I saw you come to serve tea in person before. ”

The woman smiled calmly and said, "Later, that guest wanted to dig you, and he was even more shocked, right?"

The old man smiled wryly.

The woman walked into the room, bent down and stretched out a finger, teasing the green-clothed villains standing on the branches of the ancient cypress, Hong Yangbo stood aside, puzzled: "I don't know why the owner wants me to send that clay figurine?"

The woman played with the cute green-clothed boys, "This person is most likely the young sword immortal who appeared in the Sword Water Villa." ”

The old man looked incredulous, "Wouldn't it, wouldn't it?" Even if I could take out five Gu Yu money in one go, and buy that set of ghost slaying backs that have eaten ashes for a hundred years, but I had seen this person back then, and at that time he was still a pure martial artist of at most three realms......

The woman said indifferently: "Aquarius is so big, is there only one True Martial Mountain Horse Kuxuan?"

The old man was still skeptical, and he didn't think that the young man was the green-shirted sword fairy who made Su Lang return from Songxi Country.

The woman suddenly said, "Don't forget, I'm also a sword cultivator. ”

The old man said with a smile: "The owner is a genius of Tianzhong, and when he was young, he got the four-character proverb of 'Earth Immortal Sword Cultivation', the art of businessmen, and the small way. ”

The woman straightened up and clapped her palms, "Just now this person climbed to the second floor of the Green Worm Workshop, I happened to wipe the ancient sword in the 'cold air' room on the third floor, and my sword heart appeared a trace of instability, although it was fleeting, but it was true." ”

The woman opened a brocade box on the table at random, spread out the cursive calligraphy, twisted her fingers along the ink, and said slowly: "I guess that person has already seen that I am not a maid in the green worm workshop." That's why he didn't bother to hide the fact that he was carrying something in his arms or something close at hand. Not only that, but when we were parting on the street, I deliberately glanced at the long sword behind his back, and he was ...... at the time."

The woman raised her head and put her hands behind her back, "How can I say it, at that moment, he was like a mud bodhisattva on the shrine." For such a person, what is it for the Green Worm Workshop to give away a clay girl figurine with a few small summer dollars? People are willing to accept it, and if they receive my favor, the Green Worm Workshop should burn high incense. ”

Speaking of this, the woman stretched out a finger and gently swiped it from top to bottom, thinking that the person was really like two people to her and Hong Yangbo.

The old man wiped the sweat from his forehead, didn't he almost miss a great fortune at that time?

The woman suddenly asked, "You said that the person didn't allow you to drink, is it because as a mountain top sword immortal, he disdains to drink at the same table with you Hong Yangbo, or does he really want his friend to drink with you personally?"

The old man said without hesitation: "Naturally, it's the former." ”

The woman laughed, "That set of slashing ghosts and spending money on their backs, Qingfufang won't want it today, Hong Yangbo, next time you invite someone to drink, please be expensive, well, 'how expensive is it'." ”

The old man smiled, "This feeling is good!"

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Chen Ping'an led the horse, after paying the bill, it still took an hour, so he waited patiently at the ferry for the ferry to leave, looking up, the ferries rose and fell, and they were very busy.

This ferry port seems to be even more abundant than it was back then. If Niujiaoshan can be half busy in the future, it will surely be able to make money every day.

Whether it is gold and silver in the world, or fairy money, I am afraid that I will not move the nest, and money and this thing have been happy and quiet since ancient times.

This is Cui Dongshan's unintentional words back then, I used to feel nothing, but Chen Ping'an has only now chewed out some aftertaste, and the aftertaste is endless.

Cui Dongshan left the letter, met his grandfather Cui Cheng, and after leaving Luoluo Mountain, he died

There is no news, and the mud cow is like entering the sea.

In addition to the words of the whiskers and horses, the letter can be ignored, and it also talks about three major events, one of which is about the general trend of the pattern of Aquarius, which involves refining the five-colored soil of the new mountain as a natal object.

One is about Li Xisheng and the Li family on Fulu Street, Cui Dongshan hopes that Mr. Chen Ping'an can still care for the little treasure bottle, so there is no need to feel too indebted to the Li family, and it is best to maintain the relationship between the two parties for the sake of a nodding friend, and not to add to the icing on the cake.

The last one is to say that there is no beginning or end, and it is only said that Mr. will wait a little longer, and the only way to do it is to slowly figure it out.

Chen Ping'an knew what Cui Dongshan was talking about.

It's his natal porcelain.

Chen Ping'an's thoughts drifted away, and at the end of autumn, the sad wind surrounded the trees, and the world was depressed.

Suddenly, someone walked briskly from behind, almost bumped into Chen Ping'an, and gave Chen Ping'an a trace to move away from it, the other party seemed to be a little caught off guard, paused, walked forward quickly, and didn't look back.

Chen Ping'an didn't pursue it, it must have been after leaving the Qingfufang that he gave the woman a brocade box in full view of everyone, which aroused the covetousness of others.

Ye Xiu seeks wealth, but he doesn't care about the slightest morality.

Chen Ping'an was in the mountains south of Shujian Lake, and the evil cultivators and ghost cultivators in the five realms were killed, and they couldn't count them with one hand, and finally exchanged injuries with a Jin Danye cultivator who was not a mortal enemy, and after that, the two sides were at peace with each other.

Chen Ping'an turned his head to look, there were two gray boys and girls, yellow and thin, both short, standing timidly not far away, looking up at Chen Ping'an who was leading the horse, his eyes were full of hope. The two children each held an open wooden box, peddling some small objects similar to porcelain bottles, small bronze statues and pictures on the mountain, not to mention any aura, in fact, it was used by the rich and noble people as a miscellaneous confession in the study, which was not bad, mostly one or two snowflake money, but compared to the price of the market store, it was also quite expensive, this is probably the smallest burden in the world, but most of these children are entrenched behind a local force, and the children are mostly asking for food and clothing.

Chen Ping'an carefully selected a few small things, bargained, and finally bought three small things with twelve snowflakes, one side of the "eternal Jiafu" Wadang inkstone, a pair of old pit yellow frozen old seals, the vermilion color is more gratifying, and a shallow bowl of red material with a smooth color. I plan to go back to Luoluo Mountain, so I will give Pei Qian, anyway, this girl doesn't care too much about the price of a thing, she just wants the more.

Chen Ping'an took out the snowflake money from his sleeve and put three more things into his sleeve.

After thanking the two children, they turned around and ran away, probably because they were afraid that the wronged man would regret it.

The pace was light and joyful, and when he reached the distance, he slowed down and whispered.

Yaoyao looked at the immature side faces of the two children, full of hope.

Chen Ping'an smiled.

Back then, in Lizhu Cave Heaven, every time he ran and sent out an extra letter, he could get an extra copper coin from Zheng Dafeng's side, presumably at that time, his footsteps in Fulu Street and Taoye Lane would only be more hurried than these two children.

Glancing at the sky, Chen Ping'an went to the wine shop near the ferry to ask for a pot of dragon tendon wine, did not go to the house, just sat on the side of the road, compared to the old Dragon City osmanthus brew and Shujian Lake Wu Qi wine, are much inferior, of course, the price is also low, it is said that the water of winemaking, from a famous spring on the mountainside of Dilong Mountain, and the source of the aura of the entire Dilong Mountain, it is rumored that the real dragon appeared in the underground dragon road after breaking the ground, to a big sword fairy cut off a piece of dragon tendon, after integrating into the mountain range, the aura of the mountains and rivers is like a spring.

Chen Ping'an drank the wine one by one, it was rare to be so good, this time he went south to revisit his hometown, in fact, he was in a hurry, and he counted the time of the return journey with his fingers, in fact, he rarely had such an idle state of mind.

Even without the reins, the horse remained where it was, occasionally lifting its hooves and tapping lightly on the slate.

Chen Ping'an has actually been paying attention to it and will not give it any chance to get into trouble.

He took him to Luoluo Mountain, so that he could be the companion of the horse that he had named Qu Huang.

Chen Ping'an drank wine and silently watched their words and deeds, but the dragonfly dotted the water, and his eyes flashed.

Time flies.

Chen Ping'an put down the wine bowl and led the horse to the ferry.

After boarding the ship and setting up the horses, Chen Ping'an began to practice the six-step pile walking in the cabin house, and he couldn't lose to Zhao Shuxia, who taught him boxing.

It seems that every time I take the ferry, it is a fist after a fist.

Chen Ping'an came to the bow of the ferry in the dead of night and sat on the railing, with the full moon in the sky. The book says that the moon is the hometown of Ming, but the book of the vast world does not seem to say that in another world, above the city, looking up, is the strange scene of March hanging in the sky, and the stranger only needs to see it once, and he can remember it for a lifetime.

Not far away, a pair of young men and women in brocade clothes walked in.

Chen Ping'an took off the sword gourd and took a sip of wine, now he drinks wine, he no longer has the feeling he had in the earliest days, he can drink when he is worried, he can drink without worrying, but he is not addicted, naturally, just like drinking water when he was young.

The young couple, thin-skinned, did not expect that in the middle of the night, there would be such a big lantern hanging on the railing, had to detour, went to a farther place, told the heart, the man kept small movements in his hands, the woman was ashamed, blushed, from time to time glanced at the unsightly lantern, saw that the person seemed to be unconscious, then relieved, by the lover up and down, after all, this time the division went down the mountain to travel, mostly two people in the same room, rare to have this chance to be alone, they made an appointment early, sneaked out of the house.

Chen Ping'an simply lay down on his back, crossed Erlang's legs, and held the sword raising gourd with both hands.

Out of the corner of Chen Ping'an's eyes, he caught a glimpse of a lonely young man standing in the distance, with a mediocre appearance, indeed inferior to the man who was grinding with the woman's ears and temples.

Chen Ping'an didn't look at it anymore.

After the frustrated man left, soon an angry old woman walked out of the boat, and the couple immediately separated.

The bold man took a step back and lowered his head, but the shy woman took a step forward instead, and she looked directly at the elders of the sect.

The old woman reprimanded her fiercely and waved her sleeves away.

The woman covered her face and sobbed, and the man comforted her with kind words.

According to the old woman's words, Chen Ping'an knew that this group of Songxi Immortal Family monks was going to Yunxia Mountain to watch the ceremony, and over there, someone had just become a Jindan Earth Immortal. As the elder of the Patriarch Hall of the Mountain Gate, the old woman was angry and asked the woman not to climb the mountain, only allowing her to wait at the foot of Yunxia Mountain. If it weren't for the presence of an outsider, I believe that the old woman would not be over with the scolding sentence "fox girl".

As soon as the old woman left, the man was a talker, and the woman quickly burst into tears, and the woman's smiling face after the rain was like rain over the sky, the most infatuated and moving.

Chen Ping'an sighed softly, never looking away, just looking at the starry sky.

After the men and women returned to their respective houses, another person came to the vicinity of the boat railing, lost his soul, and after he secretly complained to the elders of the master's family, he did not know whether he was guilty or weak-hearted, and lay on the side of the railing, staring at the night sky in a daze.

The man suddenly turned his head, "I advise you not to talk too much." ”

Time is long, the river is endless, and life is more than a guest.

Chen Ping'an simply ignored the young immortal master's threat.

The man was furious, "Are you deaf?!"

Chen Ping'an nodded lightly, "Yes, I'm deaf." ”

The man was stunned for a moment, and said sharply: "You are looking for death?!"

Chen Ping'an said slowly: "Are you stupid talking to a deaf person?"

The man was so angry that he strode forward, but halfway through, he suddenly stopped, and when he thought of those teachings and rumors, the young man still gave up his will.

It's just that in this way, it seems that he is too lustful and inward-looking, and the young monk is undecided, not knowing whether to continue to provoke with words, or to leave, out of sight and out of mind.

Chen Ping'an asked: "If you really succeed in breaking up that pair of mandarin ducks, do you think you will be able to win the hearts of beauties? Or do you think that even if you take a step back, it is enough to hold the beauties?"

The young monk was silent.

Chen Ping'an sat up, turned his head and said with a smile: "She's your senior sister, right? Then the man your senior sister likes, and the man who likes her, don't seem to be a good thing, do you say such a woman, is it miserable? Or can you wait, wait for the day when your senior sister is let down, and you can take advantage of the weakness?

The young monk clenched his fists, and his muscles bulged.

Chen Ping'an smiled: "Under the careful study of people's hearts, it is really boring. No wonder you monks on the mountains should always ask yourself that weeds grow between the fields of your heart if there are no crops growing in your heart. ”

The young monk's eyes changed slightly.

Listen to the tone, this person is not a monk?

That's just a swordsman?

Then he just glanced at the man, and for a moment it was like a basin of cold water poured on his head, which was extremely strange.

The young monk left in a hurry, not caring about any face, anyway, this time goodbye, destined to never meet again.

Chen Ping'an took a deep breath, after reading Jianhu, the method he came up with was still of little use. At that time, Cui Cheng said that the most terrible place is the most terrible place, in Cui Cheng's words, that is, he Chen Ping'an has a good memory, and he is too accustomed to scrutinizing the details.

Water blockage is better than thinning.

I really want to go to Beiju Luzhou early.

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