The three saints, Lisheng, Yasheng, Lao Xiucai, and the three saints returned to the Temple of Literature to participate in the deliberations, which made the atmosphere that had been gradually relaxed a little more solemn again in an instant, so that some monks who wanted to go out to drink and chat all stayed in the rules and regulations.

Lao Xiucai was sitting in a precarious position, waiting for a long time, and he couldn't hear a word of congratulations, a little confused, they all said that people go to tea and cool, only to see that people are warm and cold, the world is hot and cold, how to restart the cold stove, these big and small people, and none of them have expressed it?

When the old master saw that the old Xiucai was taking care of his own virtues, he smiled and explained to the old Xiucai the general changes in the previous Confucian Temple, Yun Bian, Lantai, Hu Lian, Chun Peng and Tong Li, a total of five academies, these mountain chiefs all lost their titles and made a fuss, among which the youngest Chun Xuan Mountain Chief also openly questioned the rite of the saint, and finally was sent out by Ah Liangli. Therefore, everyone's voice is more cautious at this time.

Lao Xiucai exclaimed, the tiger father has no dogs.

Yasheng took out a copy from the large stack of booklets on the bookcase, and looked at the position that had just been replaced by the young hidden official, a little helpless, was he so homeless?

The golden light flashed, and Jingsheng Xiping at the gate stretched out his hand to catch it, it was a page, and he got a handwritten secret letter from the sage who accompanied the sage of the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Lisheng put down a geography book in his hand that had just been sent from elsewhere, and said, "Ah Liang and Qing Mi have already arrived at the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and it seems that the two of them will join forces and go all the way south first. ”

After saying this, Lisheng smiled and said, "You continue to deliberate. ”

Yasheng frowned slightly.

Lisheng said to Yasheng in his heart: "Ah Liang took Feng Xuetao and went to the 100,000 Mountains first, set up a stove there, and said that it was hot pot and wine, and I have it in the world." ”

Yasheng reached out to his forehead.

After Lu Zhi heard this, he asked: "This Ye Xiu Qingmi, who hides his head and tail, was just slashed a few swords left and right, and he immediately turned his sex to become a hero?"

Qi Tingji said with a smile: "It must have been driven by Ah Liang to put the duck on the shelf, so I can't help but not agree." ”

Left and right said: "This Qing Secret, the escape method is good, the combat power is higher than that of Jing Hao, and with Ah Liang leading the way, it is difficult for them to fall into the encirclement in the wild world." ”

Killing Ah Liang is the most troublesome.

This is already the consensus of the vast world and the wild world.

Catch and fight, can't fight, but really have to partner to chase and intercept, even if a siege and killing situation is finally formed, Ah Liang likes it the most, maybe he will be singled out by a group.

However, Ah Liang's trip is clearly to take Qingmi as a servant and kill through the wild world in one go, and danger is inevitable during the period.

Chen Ping'an said: "Ah Liang wants to use his own strength to disturb the situation on the top of the wild mountain and catch a few really big fish that are hidden very deep for the Temple of Literature. ”

If you want to really stop Ah Liang, the wild world must come up with a strong man who can exchange swords with Ah Liang, such as a peak existence like Liu Cha.

On the table of the wild world, there are only two fourteen realms whose identities are made public, for the time being, among which Xiao Xuan, even if he is against Ah Liang, the two sides will definitely not be able to fight, and they will only drink.

Whether it is Xiao Xuan, the two sword immortals of the old hidden official lineage, Zhu'an and Luo Shan, plus the great sword immortal Zhang Lu, who used to watch the door in the inverted hanging mountain, have an excellent relationship with Ah Liang.

As for that wild cultivation secret, even if it is the Ascension Realm, this time he was pulled by Ah Liang to travel south, and it is estimated that it will be difficult to cultivate his mind well for a few times.

Lu Zhi sneered: "If he can come back alive, it won't matter if he touches his legs a few times." ”

Qi Tingji, left and right, Chen Ping'an, three men who are very clean and self-conscious in the matter of love between men and women, are all knowledgeable and do not speak.

Qi Tingji's mountain Taoist couple, from beginning to end, there is only one, and after his wife passed away, there is no idea of continuing the string in this life. In fact, there are quite a few female cultivators in the wild world who love this handsome old sword immortal, and all of them are in the upper five realms. It seems that as long as Qi Tingji nods and gives a name casually, they are willing to betray the wilderness.

As for the left and right, there is no need to say much.

And Chen Ping'an is in the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and he is even more famous for not squinting, as if there is only one woman in the world, Ning Yao.

Chen Ping'an flipped through the book, and on the top of the booklet was the summary results of Mr. Li's room, and at the same time asked Jingsheng Xiping about the knowledge of breaking the word order.

On the side of the night sailing ship, it is very likely that the word-breaking order is the way to get off the ship, and it can become an existence similar to the customs clearance document, and if there is a chance to board the ship in the future, there is no need to open the way with a sword and forcibly disembark.

Chen Ping'an has far-reaching plans for this uncertain ferry, and if it is determined that the sequelae are not big, Chen Ping'an even wants to take the initiative to be the lord of a city on the night sailing boat.

Xiping said that he went back and brought Chen Ping'an a few books from the temple collection, but the books could not bring out the merit forest, and they needed to be returned after reading. Because of these books, the Confucian Temple is usually only allowed to read by the sages and the head of the academy, but since it is the permission of the sage himself, it can naturally be considered at his discretion, but it should not be too violated. Chen Ping'an had doubts, but he didn't ask more.

Xiping seemed to guess Chen Ping'an's thoughts, and took the initiative to explain that if he wanted to cultivate the Confucian magic power of breaking words, he needed to learn the borrowing method of the gentlemen and sages of the academy first.

After Chen Ping'an heard it, he first thanked this scholar Xiping, and then cheekily asked him for a set of manuscript scriptures, saying that he begged for his student Cao Qinglang, because he missed this student's crown ceremony, if he could make up for it with the secret copy of the stone scripture, Cao Qinglang would definitely cherish it again.

Xi Ping said with a smile: "I do have two sets of manuscript scriptures here, and they have been in good condition for a long time, but it is not easy for readers to copy books." ”

Chen Ping'an immediately said: "According to the market price of the books copied by the scholars of the Confucian Temple today, the most expensive kind will be doubled." ”

Xiping, who was at the gate, turned his head and looked at the young hidden official with a sincere face, smiled and did not speak, neither nodding in agreement nor shaking his head in refusal.

I heard that on the side of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, no one can make money from Chen Ping'an's side?

A piece of Xiping stone scriptures, after being erected at the door of the Confucian Temple, later generations copied books, as a way to make a living, most of them have not yet had the imperial examination fame in the Han people's children, generally can not earn a few money, rely on this to study here, earn the return to the hometown to entangle the road fee, even if someone writes a hand extremely beautiful, extremely skillful Xiaokai, that is, with people asking for more than a dozen taels of silver.

So if the price doubles again, where can it go?

A set of hand-copied secret books of Xiping scriptures by Jingsheng Xiping, and the hidden official was bought for thirty taels of silver?

Xiping suddenly laughed, "Okay, sell one set and get two sets free, the total price is one snowflake for you." It is not easy to earn a few hundred taels of silver from Lord Yinguan. ”

Chen Ping'an asked tentatively: "At least one set, is it written by Mr. Xiping himself?"

Xiping nodded, turned around and left, and went to copy the book.

The fire dragon real person was amazed and said: "Chen Ping'an, you have done business on the head of Jingsheng Xiping? Yes, then you should also know that Shanfeng is also a person who likes to read, huh?"

Chen Ping'an said bitterly: "Why didn't the seniors say it earlier, otherwise even if the juniors splashed and rolled, they would have to open their mouths with Mr. Xiping to buy two sets." ”

Huolong Zhenren immediately got up and went to find Jingsheng Xiping, seeing that Chen Ping'an was frightened, he didn't dare to stop him.

Huolong Zhenren walked out of the Confucian Temple, quickly followed Xiping, hooked his shoulders and back, and said that Chen Ping'an's kid temporarily repented, and felt that the opportunity was rare, one set was not enough, good boy, the lion opened his mouth, and asked you for three sets of hand-copied scriptures in one breath, at first it was five sets, it was a poor way to talk badly, and persuaded that kid to be content, not too much trouble Mr. Xiping.

Jingsheng Xiping gently brushed away the old man's hand and said with a smile: "Then I will copy two more sets, the price negotiated before is still the same, but the extra two sets have to be counted as a small summer money." ”

Huolong Zhenren stroked his beard and smiled, strode back to the Confucian Temple, and when he reached the side of the steps, he immediately slowed down, crossed the threshold after settling down, and said to Chen Ping'an: "It's settled, discuss this matter with Mr. Xiping, the poor road can be said to be sold out of old faces, so I will help you ask for one more set." ”

Chen Ping'an smiled awkwardly, what else could he do, just nodded and thanked him.

Huolong Zhenren seemed to remember something, and said: "But the extra set, you have to count a Gu Yu money, at first glance, the price seems to be a little more expensive, but you kid must know, the Temple of Literature, Mr. Xiping, but never socialize with anyone, how many Confucian Temple sages, the same begging, so I have never heard of any set of 'Xiping real works' in the world, a Gu Yu money, you make a lot of money." If you are not willing to pay this money, then the poor road will help you out?"

Chen Ping'an said: "No, no, although I just spent a lot of money on the Parrot Island Baggage Zhai, and bought a ferry boat with the Xuanmi Dynasty, not to mention spending all my savings, I still owe a lot of debts, but a Gu Yu money, this money is still affordable for the younger generations to grit their teeth." ”

Huolong Zhenren raised his eyebrows, "Ferry, cross-continent ferry, isn't it the wind kite that has been missing for hundreds of years on the poor road and lying on the ground peak but can't afford it?"

Chen Ping'an stubbornly said: "Mr. Yu didn't say the name of the ferry. ”

Huolong Zhenren nodded, "It's a good thing, what is the relationship between Lying Peak and Luoluo Mountain, it's your ferry, it's equivalent to a poor road, in the future, your kid will make your business bigger, and you can do it at the gate of Lying Peak, and then help build a fairy ferry, and the poor road will be better off a ferry expense." It's easy to say, it's all a trivial matter, I'll say hello to Yu Xiaofat when I turn around, all the expenses of the wind kite from Middle-earth to Aquarius are not yours, a huge mystical dynasty, Yu Xiaofat is famous for his waist, and you are down-and-out of the mountains to worry about this little drizzle, like what to say. ”

It's just that Yu Panshui, who traveled out of the body and participated in the deliberations in the Temple of Literature with his real body, felt that things were not good for no reason, and sure enough, in the heart lake, the hearty laughter of the fire dragon real person sounded, "Brother Yu." ”

Yu Panshui smiled dryly: "Brother Fire Dragon, is there something wrong?"

Huolong Zhenren complained: "Brother Yu, you are not particular, you used to be poor and misguided, and you would be regarded as a good brother of Yi Bo Yuntian." ”

Yu Panshui raised his hand and wiped the fine sweat that he forced out of his forehead, "Brother Huolong, what do you say, if the little brother has done something wrong, I can change it, change it immediately." ”

Good brother, pull it down, before this Confucian Temple meeting, we hadn't met before.

Huolong Zhenren chatted with the emperor of the Xuanmi Dynasty for a few heart-wrenching fair words.

Yu Panshui chicks peck rice, listen to the teachings, and encourage them if they change them.

In the end, the fire dragon real person stroked his beard and smiled, turned his head and said to Chen Ping'an that the matter was done, Yu Panshui, although it was the first time to meet and chat, was surprisingly easy to talk and very reasonable.

It's good that the old man didn't turn his head, but when he turned his head, Yu Panshui became more and more sure of the guess in his heart, the old fat man was very sad in his heart, his eyes were dull, and he looked at Chen Ping'an in a daze.

What a hidden official who is not deceived and trades fairly, good, very good, the best. At this moment, the Xuanmi Dynasty had to help send the repaired wind kite ferry all the way to the Niujiao Mountain ferry in Luoluo Mountain. You just catch our mystery and my old Yu, and work hard to get the wool, but it's hard to get it. In the future, I will take the initiative to talk about business again, and Lao Tzu will have your surname.

Chen Ping'an didn't dare to defend anything with Yu Panshui's heart.

sighed, what should I do, wait until Lao Zhenren is no longer around, and then explain it clearly to this Yu family head.

Mrs. Lushuikeng suddenly took the initiative to find Chen Ping'an and asked softly: "I heard that Bai Ye's fairy sword is too white, and one of the tips of the sword fell into your hand?"

Chen Ping'an didn't hide anything from the new co-owner of land and water transportation in the world, turned sideways slightly, faced the woman, and nodded: "Senior Qingzhong, it's true. ”

Mrs. Tang hesitated for a moment, and then said straight to the point: "Can you let me see me?"

The monks on the top of Haoran Mountain actually know what is written on the gate of the Lushui Pit. Everyone knows that this fat woman with a bloated figure admires Bai Ye, the most proud person in the world. Otherwise, she would not have intercepted two words from Bai Ye's poems, and finally took a "Qingzhong" road number.

Chen Ping'an politely refused: "The tip of the Taibai sword has been refined into the long sword behind the junior." ”

The implication is that as a sword cultivator, you can't always pull your sword out of its sheath, just to let others take a few looks.

When he remembered that in Luoluo Mountain's own treasury, those mountains of puddles and pearls, shining with treasure light, filled the house with brilliant brilliance, Chen Ping'an hurriedly added another sentence, and said: "In the future, if you are fortunate enough to be on the battlefield with Qingzhong's seniors, the juniors will definitely come out with swords." ”

Mrs. Qingzhong was a little unhappy in her heart, a big man, she was not happy.

Chen Ping'an just didn't notice the displeasure of this Mrs. Tang.

Left and right suddenly said: "Have an opinion?"

Qi Tingji smiled: "It seems to be a little." ”

Lu Zhi just one word: "Oh?"

Mrs. Qingzhong said categorically: "Back to Mr. Zuo's words, absolutely not!"

Again.

First of all, there are three old Taoist priests, including the fire dragon real person, you and I scare people one by one.

Now there are three sword immortals on the left and right.

Always bullied me as a lonely and self-conscious girl, what the hell are you doing?

If you really have the ability, go to Xiao Xuan, the sword cultivator of the Fourteen Realms in the wild world, Mrs. Tang Tang thought about it again, it seemed that the person who had the most trouble with Xiao Chu in the world was the Mr. Zuo in front of her, so she smiled stupidly.

Ignoring the lady who was not low in status and was not very bold, Lu Zhi asked, "How long is the Temple of Literature going to open in this meeting?"

Qi Tingji said: "When it will end, we don't count." If you really can't wait, go outside the door to drink a pot of wine first, and then go back to Nanpo Saozhou, and I'll explain it to the Confucian Temple afterwards. ”

Chen Ping'an said with a smile: "Mr. Lu ran away halfway, it's fine, but Lu had better not travel far away at the gate of the Confucian Temple, as troublesome as possible, first go to meet with the eighteen swordsmen of the Dragon Elephant Sword Sect, and then return to Nanpo Suo Zhou together." ”

Qi Tingji nodded.

After all, he and Lu Zhi are not ordinary people like Ah Liang who come to the Temple of Literature and eat. There should be a number of courtesies on the face, and it still has to be given to the Temple of Literature.

Lu Zhi thought it was feasible, so he slipped away after a drink, walked a few more steps and then ran away, which was actually no different from the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Lu Zhi pretended, asked Chen Ping'an for a pot of wine, carried it in his hand, and walked to the gate.

Crossing the threshold, this woman with a thin face and a slender figure sat alone on the steps drinking wine, never thinking that someone would follow her soon and sit down next to Lu Zhi.

It was the lady of Qingshen Mountain, she smiled and handed over a pot of mellow and authentic Qingshan God Liquor with Lu Zhi, and called Mr. Lu.

Lu Zhi quickly raised his head and drank a pot of wine, put the wine jug into his sleeve, and then took the pot of wine from Mrs. Qingshenshan's hand, lifted the mud seal, sniffed it, and said, "It smells more fragrant." ”

Lady Qingshenshan asked, "I heard that Mr. Lu is from the Middle-earth clan?"

Lu Zhi said indifferently: "You think so, anyway, I don't think so." ”

Lu Zhi put the wine jug in his hand on the steps.

The woman around her is good-looking, but she can't speak.

Mrs. Qingshenshan said with a smile: "I have a descendant disciple, named Chunqing, who is a young girl who wants to learn swordsmanship from Mr. Lu, I don't know if Mr. Lu is willing to agree." ”

Lu Zhi said: "Do you dare to go to the wild world to kill demons and practice swords?"

Mrs. Qingshenshan nodded and said, "Dare." ”

Lu Zhi picked up the pot of wine at his feet and asked, "What is Chunqing's qualifications, I can't teach it if it's too bad." ”

Mrs. Qingshenshan thought for a while, "No matter what you learn, Chunqing's qualifications can be considered very good." ”

Lu Zhi asked, "How is it better than our hidden official?"

Mrs. Qingshenshan said helplessly: "Mr. Lu asked so, how can you talk." ”

Lu Zhi said: "I can promise to accept apprentices, as a reward, it's very simple, I heard that the bamboo in your Qingshen Mountain is good, and Mrs. will go back and send a few trees to Luoluo Mountain." I heard Chen Ping'an say that there is a place called Piyun Mountain near his hometown, and there is a mountain gentleman surnamed Wei, who likes to grow bamboo the most. ”

Mrs. Qingshenshan agreed, and said with a smile: "The surname is Wei Mingbai,"

only said that Chen Ping'an "helped" Zhuhai Dongtian to sell wine on the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and she was actually willing to give away a few green bamboos for nothing.

It's just that the young hidden official herself has not spoken, and she can't go up

Pole delivery thing.

Lu Zhi said: "Madam, don't think about it, I don't have a leg with Chen Ping'an." It's just that when I left the Inverted Hanging Mountain and slashed the demon at sea, Chen Ping'an gave me half of the credit. Since it was not used as an offering to Luoluo Mountain, it has always been owed this account. It just so happened that Mrs. herself sent it to the door, and I taught the sword, and by the way, I returned the favor. ”

Mrs. Qingshenshan nodded, looked at Lu Zhi carefully, and said with a smile: "No wonder that person thinks Mr. Lu is good-looking." That's how I feel now. ”

Lu Zhi laughed, "Who is that person?" Qi Tingji, left and right, it can't be Chen Ping'an." ”

Mrs. Qingshenshan shook her head and said softly, "It's really difficult to chat with Mr. Lu. ”

Lu Zhi took a big sip of wine and glanced at the beautiful woman beside him, "I think it's more difficult to pretend that you don't like someone." ”

Mrs. Qingshenshan asked, "What about Mr. Lu?"

Lu Zhi shook his head, "No, it's not easy to practice swords, so why make it even more difficult and ask for hardship." ”

In her hometown, there are too many men and women, because of the parting, the surviving party is so sad that they can't relieve themselves for the rest of their lives.

Because of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, there is almost never any parting between life and death, as long as someone leaves, they are destined to never see each other again.

Mrs. Qingshenshan said: "I wish Mr. Lu to break the bottleneck as soon as possible and enter the Flying Ascension Realm. ”

Lu Zhi said: "Then I'm not welcome, Zhuhai Dongtian will lend me another amount of Gu Yu money, and it costs money to practice swords and refine swords, which is a headache." ”

Chen Ping'an walked out of the gate of the Confucian Temple, hesitated for a long time, and saw Mrs. Qingshenshan walking outside, Chen Ping'an felt that the opportunity was rare, so he still mustered up the courage, and planned to talk to the lady of Qingshenshan to see if he could buy a few bamboos from Zhuhai Dongtian, naturally he had no face to owe credit to Qingshenshan, after all, the two sides had no incense to speak of before, so find someone to borrow, and the Nen Dao people, with Liu Daool, and Mrs. Yan Yan to borrow, with whom to borrow is not to borrow.

Chen Ping'an hugged his fists and said: "Junior Chen Ping'an, I have seen Mrs. Qingshen." ”

Lu Zhi and Mrs. Qingshenshan both stood up, and the latter asked with a smile, "Mr. Chen has something to do with me?"

Chen Ping'an was a little embarrassed, "The younger generation wants to buy a few Qingshen mangosteen with his wife, but he is shy and doesn't dare to slap his swollen face and become fat, so he must ask his wife about the price first." ”

The bamboo in Zhuhai Dongtian is generally given away, and it is rare to buy and sell, so there is no market price. But if it is according to the market of the vast world outside the Zhuhai Cave Sky, Chen Ping'an really has no confidence to move one or two green bamboos back to Luoshan Mountain, after all, a Zhuhai Cave Sky, thousands of green bamboos, and the rank is also divided into three, six, nine and so on, Chen Ping'an said that it is Qingshen Mountain bamboo, of course, it will only be valuable. Chen Ping'an still thought that with Lu Zhi and Ah Liang not there, it would be better to discuss with Mrs. Qingshenshan.

Mrs. Qingshenshan glanced at Lu Zhi, and Lu Zhi smiled and said, "If the hidden official wants to buy it, then sell it." ”

Chen Ping'an rarely had such a politeness with Lu Zhi, and hugged his fists and said, "Thank you, Mr. Lu." ”

Lu Zhi smiled and said, "Don't thank me, you have to spend money to buy it." ”

Chen Ping'an asked the price of all kinds of green bamboo, and what he belonged to in his heart were the two Lianli bamboos, one Wenqi bamboo, and one Wuyun bamboo.

Two of them were given to Wei Yan's Phiyun Mountain, and the remaining two were kept by their own families, and they were given to Xiao Nuanshu and Pei Qian respectively, and as long as the soil and water were suitable, they would be planted in their yards.

Of course, it's not the ancestral bamboos of Zhuhai Cave Heaven, you don't have to think about it, but these green bamboos that have grown on Qingshen Mountain and have been five or six thousand years old are not low in Zhuhai Cave Heaven, so the price given by Mrs. Qingshen Mountain, Chen Ping'an felt that he was very afraid to slap his swollen face and become fat.

Looking at the young hidden official in front of him who didn't say a word, dumb?

She was deliberately silent for a moment, and said with a smile: "Luoluo Mountain can be credited, but it has to be calculated as interest." ”

But Chen Ping'an still didn't dare to agree, a bamboo tree is hundreds of fairy money, Gu Yu Qian Gu Yu Qian, it's not really raining in the sky, it can really become money if it falls in your hands.

Especially as soon as he heard that there was interest, Chen Ping'an was particularly weak-hearted, this trip out, the cost of Parrot Island was not small, and then he and Xuanmi bought a ferry boat wind kite, if he bought these bamboos again, Chen Ping'an would be worried that Wei Wenlong, the God of Wealth, would rebel.

Why, when you are the owner of the mountain, you finally don't like to shake your hands and shopkeepers, and then when you go out, you start to spend lavishly?

Mrs. Qingshenshan said with a smile: "The interest can be calculated on someone's head, he already owes Zhuhai Dongtian a lot of wine money. I believe that Mr. Chen knows a lot about these bamboos, and the bamboo transplanted from the Qingshan God, as long as the immortal master on the mountain plants and manages it properly, every bamboo will be a cash cow, and it is not too much to say that it is a small cornucopia. ”

Chen Ping'an immediately straightened his waist, "Junior, no problem." Bought it!"

It's just on credit, and you don't want interest, what are you afraid of.

It's a big deal that he didn't mention it to Wei Wenlong on the side of Luoluo Mountain, when did he earn some private money by relying on his baggage and repay his debts. When I can't hide it one day, I will pull out Cui Dongshan.

She smiled: "When I turn around, I will send people to Luoluo Mountain." ”

Chen Ping'an said: "Don't dare to bother Mrs. so much, you can send it directly to the Yu clan of the Xuanmi Dynasty, and then there will be a ferry across the continent to the mountain of the younger generation." ”

Lady Qingshenshan is about to return to the Temple of Literature.

I didn't think that Chen Ping'an continued to ask: "By the way, madam, there are also the driving mangosteen and Jiquan bamboo, Zifu Shengyun bamboo, and Dao hairpin fishing wine bamboo, what is the difference?"

She stopped and said with a smile: "Mr. Chen's business experience is indeed very powerful, why don't you just owe the entire Zhuhai Cave Heaven on credit? ”

Chen Ping'an immediately clenched his fists and apologized: "Then the junior will not delay the lady's deliberations." ”

are all poor, otherwise when he meets this fairy Mrs. Qingshenshan, Chen Ping'an will only stay away, talking about money is too vulgar, and there is nothing to talk about if he doesn't talk about money.

She suddenly changed her mind and sat back on the steps, Chen Ping'an had to sit aside, and there were a few Lu Zhi between the two portraits.

She looked into the distance and asked softly, "Chen Ping'an, what is the place of the Great Wall of Sword Qi?"

Chen Ping'an thought for a while and replied: "According to Lin Junbi, it is a place where people can forget about their lives. ”

She asked, "I want to know what you're thinking." ”

The young people around him, who were all scholars, were all outsiders of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, but they could all be regarded as hometown by the sword cultivators over there.

Chen Ping'an scratched his head and didn't speak, but he just saw that Mrs. Qingshenshan didn't seem to leave without waiting for an answer, so he borrowed Xu Yuanxia's statement.

It is not a place of filth and filth, but a land of revenge.

Anyway, this is also Chen Ping'an's heart.

As for the other answer that Chen Ping'an didn't say, there is nothing to say to outsiders.

I and my beloved woman were both teenagers and girls.

Ning Yao came to him from the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

He went to the Great Wall of Sword Qi to see Ning Yao.

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Aquarius, at night.

The egret crossing in Zhengyang Mountain, the drizzle, the road is soft, and the night breeze is cool.

Two people when they came, three people when they went.

A scholar in a green shirt, a young man in white with a mole on his eyebrows,

There was a girl with sharp eyes beside her, Tingting was curling, and she was helping the white-clothed young man hold an umbrella at the moment.

Occasionally, her eyes would flash a look of pain.

At this time, the young man in white would gently hold on to the handle of the umbrella.

Then the girl's eyes will immediately return to clarity, a pair of moist eyes, occasional emotions, like spring grass in a pond, clear and shallow, at a glance.

This is the end of Tian Wan and Cui Dongshan's bet.

The bet is that he doesn't need Tian Wan and Chief Zhou to pull the red line, he only needs to let him travel through her heart, before that, he will give her a few days of hard work, close the door with her, set up heavy heart barriers, in the small world of the human body, the major acupoints and qi mansions, create layers of prohibitions, Cui Dongshan's only request is that sedan chair, don't move. If the oath is broken, then there will be no more Tian Wan in the world.

Jiang Shangzhen sighed with emotion: "Peanuts, peanuts, good names." Brother Cui is really the true legend of the mountain master. ”

Cui Dongshan said seriously: "Of course, the name is interesting, but it doesn't even have half of my husband's skills." ”

The girl's eyes were resentful, and she didn't think that this name was so good, rustic.

She only knew that she had amnesia, she couldn't remember anything, and the biggest headache was that she forgot all about yesterday every once in a while.

As for the two around her, one is her brother, and the other is her fiancé who is married by her father's mother...... 's dad.

That's right, the man in the green shirt looks young, but he has frost and snow on his sideburns, and his real age is definitely not young, but he doesn't look old. Thinking about it again, if his fiancé looks a little bit like his father, it is estimated that it will not be too bad.

The two of them came to Zhengyang Mountain to ask an old immortal for a panacea, just to cure her lost soul, they never wanted to eat at the foot of the mountain, and they didn't even see the faces of the immortals on the mountain, they wasted a lot of money in vain, and their family funds were about to be emptied.

Jiang Shang asked sincerely: "When did you create a porcelain figure again? Even me and your husband have to hide it?"

Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "Didn't you toss a senior brother before, so I thought about finding him a companion, this is not a coincidence, it just came in handy." If I didn't meet Tian Wan, I almost forgot about this stubble. ”

Jiang Shangzhen turned his head, slowed down, unprecedented, with a serious look on his face, and wanted to seek a definite answer with Cui Dongshan.

Cui Dongshan sighed and nodded, "I know the severity, since Mr. is back, there will be Mr. in front in the future, so naturally I don't need to do this." ”

Jiang Shangzhen was relieved, laughed, and said, "That's good." Otherwise, I will give up the chief position, and I will stay away from Luoluo Mountain. ”

Cui Dongshan patted Jiang Shangzhen on the shoulder, "It's not a long-lost brother, I can't say such heart-warming words at all!"

Jiang Shangzhen smiled: "Which of our brothers is with whom." ”

Cui Dongshan turned his head and said: "Peanut, when you go to Luoluo Mountain in the future, you will do miscellaneous work for a few years, and when the time is ripe in the future, you will be responsible for collecting and summarizing intelligence, and in the future, you may have to manage the Shanshui Mansion newspaper and the mirror flower and water, the responsibility is heavy, and you are very competent, what about your boss, just one, of course, me, your half-brother." ”

The girl nodded and asked, "My surname is Cui too?"

Cui Dongshan's eyes were kind, and he touched the girl's head, "Can you guess this?" ”

Jiang Shangzhen squinted and nodded, "Yes." ”

Cui Dongshan shook his head and flipped his palm, "Miles, miles." ”

The girl was a little embarrassed, and felt that the two men around her were talking like this, which made people sound weird.

It's a shame that I walk at night and can't meet anyone.

So she began to change the topic, "Brother, is that a Jianghu sect?"

"Well, it's a must, it's the most beautiful place in the world, and after you go, you'll definitely like it. ”

"I don't know about intelligence or something. ”

"If you don't know how to learn, Luoluo Mountain doesn't raise idlers, and if you can't learn, you will have to sell pastries on the side of Qilong Lane for the rest of your life. But you're my sister, how stupid you can be, you'll definitely learn it as soon as you learn it. ”

She still wanted to talk, but in fact, she thought it was good to sell pastries.

Cui Dongshan knocked a chestnut and taught, "Don't always interrupt." ”

"Also, remember to remember, in the future, if there is an old girl named Changshou on the mountain, who wants to ask you for information, you can also follow her a little, just look at it, that sister, she is old, has a bad temper, and is in charge of our family's money bags, our two brothers and sisters, don't be like her. ”

She nodded vigorously, "Got it." ”

Cui Dongshan smiled and touched her head.

Luoluo Mountain has a long life, and in the future, peanuts, as well as the little mute picked up by Pei Qian, will be her right-hand man.

One is ruthless, the other is spicy.

It will be two shadows hiding in the shade of the trees in Luoluo Mountain, working hard and complaining, only doing dirty work.

The premise is, of course, that the gentleman is willing to agree to the matter.

This is an unwritten rule of Luoluo Mountain, no one has to disobey their will, everything is easy to discuss.

Cui Dongshan hopes that this rule can last for hundreds of years, thousands of years, thousands of years, and thousands of years on Luoluo Mountain.

"When there is a break, chaos arises. When you don't kill or not, the thief is the hair. ”

Jiang Shang smiled sincerely: "In this matter, I will help you talk to Chen Ping'an, once it doesn't make sense, just say it a few more times, until he is annoyed." ”

When this Chief Zhou called Chen Ping'an by his name, he must have been talking about things very seriously.

For example, in the treatment of the lotus flower blessed land and the fox country, the general direction of Luoluo Mountain is correct, but there are many flaws.

It's just that at that time, I didn't have the chair of the chief enshrinement, so I was not in a hurry to check and fill in the gaps. What's more, there are some small truths, it is better to talk about them early than later, because they can be more targeted, talk about things on the facts, and change small mistakes into big ones.

The three of them walked to the ferry and waited for the ferry, and at night, there were few monks on the shore, and most of them glanced at the three men, and then they did not look any more.

Cui Dongshan blinked his eyes and asked with a smile: "Chief Zhou, such a beautiful friend and beauty, you are amazingly talented, so you don't have any poetry? Maybe I'll be a little inspired." ”

Jiang Shangzhen coughed, paced slowly with an umbrella at the ferry, muttered for a while, his eyes lit up, and there was, "I saw a swing outside the wall, reverberating with a thin waist and limbs, slender and cloudy." Giggles and laughs on his back, calling his nickname outside the wall. ”

Cui Dongshan gave a thumbs up, "It's overwhelming." ”

The girl suddenly raised her hand and pressed the back of her hand against her forehead.

For no reason, I remembered a series of past events.

Her family was born in a small feudal country of the local county, her father was full of poetry and books, her mother was a beautiful lady, and she was the envy of others. It's just that Huan Hai was up and down, framed by his colleagues, lost his official position and returned to his hometown, and served as the head lecturer of the academy in his hometown of Fenyang Mansion.

I never thought that my father was ranked in the center of the officialdom again, and he pressed the local government, and was so excluded that he couldn't even stay in the academy, and ended up depressed, so the family fell into the middle of the road, and the year was not as good as the year. So much so that even his brother couldn't participate in the imperial examination, so he had to take refuge away from his hometown and find a mountain to rely on. got a letter from home, as soon as I heard that she had lost soul, I immediately worked hard, went home to find her, and then relied on the future husband and his father's way, the three of them traveled thousands of miles together, and finally walked to this immortal mountain of a continent with bull ears, to find a respected old immortal master with the name "Ancestor of Moving Mountains" on the mountain......

The girl couldn't cry, turned her head and said in a trembling voice: "Brother." ”

Cui Dongshan rolled his eyes and said: "Shut up, don't always bother me, the frozen finch must be silent." ”

The girl was suddenly silent.

Cui Dongshan squatted on the shore, as long as the girl bent down to hold an umbrella, she heard this brother who depended on each other, as if she was reciting a poem to herself.

The emperor's residence is in the earthquake, and Long Desi is spring. Immortals travel to Changchun Palace, and do not ride a white dragon in a cloud car. It is easy to find immortals in the East Mountain, but it is really difficult to find it in the North Sea.

Mending the sky and repairing the moon people go, and they want to be romantic for eternity. But it grows green with the South China Sea to brew longevity wine. I wish Mr. looked at it frequently, and asked Xuan Xuan outside.

Jiang Shangzhen sighed: "Brother Cui's poems and essays are full of fairy energy, and a mortal master like me has to kneel and listen." ”

Cui Dongshan clapped his palms, stood up, took a step back, and then kicked Jiang Shangzhen at the knee socket behind him.

The two of them began to push and shove, frolicking, shouting and shouting, punching and kicking, unhappy and not heavy.

Seeing that the girl only thinks this scene, it seems to be quite ...... Warm. She didn't seem to be so afraid of that Luoluo Mountain for a while.

Jiang Shangzhen looked up at the night, and after the drizzle stopped, the clouds opened and the moon gradually came. Thank you for your mercy, I can't bear to be round tonight.

Meet, miss, miss, are all good signs, just on the mountain, not down the mountain.

The man with white temples, holding an umbrella and looking at the dark night, his eyes were gentle, and he muttered: "Life is not enough, I already have Qing, and I still want to live forever." ”

The girl felt that the man's words were much better than the previous limerick poem, so she looked at the young man in white timidly and shouted softly: "Brother." ”

Cui Dongshan smiled: "Don't care, he is a well-known infatuated lover." ”

It seems that in the northern Luzhou, many mountain fairies and women in the rivers and lakes have never paid their bodies wrongly, but they have already paid their hearts wrongly.

The ferry docked. From the size of a grain of mustard in the sky, it became

The behemoth in front of him, the girl Peanut was stunned, it turned out that this was the fairy ferry.

She looked back at the Qingwu Peak of Zhengyang Mountain, and the girl remembered that her brother had trekked through mountains and rivers in order to treat herself, endured all the hardships, exhausted her money, and still couldn't go up the mountain, she couldn't help but be indignant, what was the Zhengyang Mountain of the leader of the immortal family of a continent, and what was the ancestor of the mountain moving who was invincible all over the continent.

Cui Dongshan waved his hand, "Go home!"

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Near the Temple of Literature, at this day, a middle-aged Taoist priest with a child who left his hometown, stayed here last night, called the child from the tent, and then one big and one small, sat by the water together, the child was confused, dozing off, and the Taoist priest was not in a hurry to let the child learn to do his own homework, in fact, the child just sat aside, which was practice.

This Taoist priest from Jingwei Temple, with his hands folded on his abdomen, asked with a soft smile: "Jingxiao, have you ever heard a sentence that you should not drink wine and get drunk to the point of drunkenness?"

Among the Taoist cheats of Bai Yujing in the Qingyin world, there is a "Gaozhen Book", called "Jingxiao Da Lei Lang Book".

The child named Wu Jingxiao reached out and patted his mouth, "I haven't heard of it." I don't even know what time it is. ”

This made many of the Taoist priests' typed drafts useless.

His name is Zhao Wenmin, the Taoist Songxue Daoist, the Heavenly Monarch of the Middle Earth Daomen, Zhao Wenmin's master, and one of the six descendants of Fu Yu Xuan.

Zhao Wenmin before going up the mountain, generations of Confucianism, he is a young prodigy, the imperial examination is proud, not yet the age of the weak crown, he served as the editor of the Hanlin Academy, and later met a lame old Taoist who claimed to be a dirt Taoist in the market, and then later, he encountered several immortal opportunities, and finally entered the longitude and latitude view, the practice of Taoism, the years are long, three hundred years ago, the master resigned from his secular position, concentrated on practice, and he succeeded to the position of the master, presiding over the overall situation. Later, it was Zhao Wenmin who mistakenly thought that the master was in retreat in the back mountain, but it was not until a news came back to the Taoist temple that he knew that the master had died in Nanposuozhou.

Jingwei Guan is a first-class sect in the Middle Earth Divine Continent, although it is not the top, but it is not comparable to ordinary sects.

Zhao Wenmin breathed slowly, if there was a Qi practitioner of the Upper Five Realms beside him, he would find that every breath and breath of this Songxue Daoist was actually a rapid refining of water transportation, but whenever a wisp of water transportation was condensed, it would be returned to the river one by one, as if the cultivation of this Taoist priest was just the process of refining, not the result.

Zhao Wenmin said: "Jing Xiao, we Daomen cultivators, when we do morning classes, most of them are in the middle of the day, because at this moment, the yang energy is rising, the yin energy is not moving, the diet is not entered, and the qi and blood are not chaotic. ”

It doesn't matter if the chicken and the duck will talk about it, there is some truth, maybe the elders say too much, and the child will be exposed to it, silently remember it in his heart, just waiting for one day to open up.

The child was very sleepy and said, "Do you have homework, I don't know this? When I became a Taoist priest, I still have schoolwork. ”

Zhao Wenmin nodded with a smile and said: "Those who do their homework, teach their own skills, understand the nature of the true self, and cultivate their own way, of course, it is important, and they must not be lazy, and cultivating their minds and cultivating their nature is the gateway for all of us in the Dao Sect to practice and seek the truth." But you don't have to worry, it's not too late to go up the mountain to practice. ”

The child listens more sleepily.

Zhao Wenmin smiled and said: "But it's not my turn to play the board, you are now my little teacher...... Junior. ”

didn't tell the truth, in fact, according to the genealogy, he was his little uncle. The master of the Taoist temple of Jingwei is afraid of scaring the child.

Don't look at this kid who often snorts and snorts, in fact, he is a ghost.

The child wiped his nose with the back of his hand, "What? You are a lot older, you must be at least forty or fifty years old, is this my senior brother? ”

Zhao Wenmin smiled and didn't speak. Monks don't say their names, and they don't say longevity.

The child's father and mother got the secret instruction of the official over there of the county government, so they didn't say too much to the child about the concept of longitude and latitude, and what is the head of the sect.

The child smiled and became happy, "It's okay, the sect is small, there are not many people, the reading rules will not be so strict, and I can lie in bed in the future." ”

"Schoolwork or something, senior brother is right, don't worry, don't be in a hurry when you get to the mountain. ”

"Senior brother, you tell the truth, how much money did you secretly give my father and mother? I must be so happy to sell my cubs, it must be a lot, but when I first went out, it made me sad. ”

The Taoist priest smiled dumbly, so he had to comfort: "On your father's side, there is some silver, but not much." The reason why they are happy is that they trust their senior brother's sect and don't worry too much about your cultivation on the mountain. ”

The child sighed and asked, "Senior brother, can we marry a daughter-in-law in our sect?"

"Yes. ”

"Then when I go up the mountain for a few years, I will go down the mountain to marry the stupid girl from the neighbor's house, she is very stupid in reading, and her writing is crooked, and she always climbs out of the lattice, and the gentleman sighs when he looks at it. ”

If by then she doesn't look as good as she was when she was a child, let's talk about it.

The child's little abacus crackled.

He cheered up and asked softly, "What kind of senior brother, why don't you come and be my master?"

is still a little abacus, this guy next to him looks like a good-tempered person, as a senior brother, no matter what happens, if he does something wrong in the future, he will be scolded and beaten, and he can't protect himself, but if he becomes his own master, hehe. That's right, senior brother, I think you are a good person, with a good temper, and you listen to what you say, very good, my master, it will be you in the future, let's take a hook and swear an oath......"

Zhao Wenmin had a headache, and Master Zu's vision of picking disciples was as good as ever...... It's tricky.

In fact, he was able to go up the mountain to practice back then, because the ancestor helped his descendant disciple to collect and pass it on.

Does this time count as paying off the debt?

A purple-clothed old man with a wine pot hanging from his waist suddenly appeared aside, Zhao Wenmin was about to quickly get up and make a joke, the old man waved his hand, his head was empty, and it was annoying.

Yu Xuan and the Temple of Literature found an excuse to come out to relax.

This discussion took too long, and it was really grinding.

Now that I finally received a new heirloom, I always have to come over and take a few more looks.

Yu Xuan thought about it, coughed, and rarely straightened his face and put on the shelf of the old fairy on the mountain.

Zhao Wenmin reminded in a low voice: "Your master is here." ”

The child raised his head and saw that the old face that was extremely difficult to talk to was the difference between the master who could hit him with charcoal with his eyes closed.

The child wrinkled his face and was so aggrieved that he wanted to cry, this time it was not acting, he was really afraid. The child's idea is very simple: how can the school run when it is close to home, and when it reaches the mountains? How much food must be eaten so that he can run home in one breath and not be hungry?

Yu Xuan hurriedly squatted down, glared fiercely at the little uncle who couldn't do such a trivial thing, and then comforted the child: "Jingxiao, I'm the master." ”

The child was stunned, how could he seem to be the old liar who couldn't even afford sugar gourds?

He grinded, took out a handful of copper coins, almost all the belongings, only left the money to buy sugar gourds, and handed the rest to the senior brother, "That's it, you give it to him, I'm going home, take more money to you, you wait for me here, I know the way, I don't need to send ......"

Slapped the copper coin on the Taoist priest's hand, and the child ran away.

The Taoist priest was dumbfounded and cautiously glanced at the old ancestor.

Yu Xuan smiled and shook his head, signaling that there was no need to stop him, just waiting here.

The child walked backwards, turned around again, did not move quickly, looked back a few times, and then ran wildly.

Just running out of the distance, the child stopped, panting, and turned his head to look at the middle-aged Taoist priest.

The child scratched his head, as if he was a little reluctant to go, and stopped talking, but finally he was timid, turned his head and ran.

Two Taoist priests of different generations stood side by side by the water.

Zhao Wenmin asked in a low voice: "Ancestor, why don't I hide my body and escort Uncle Xiao home for a trip?"

Yu Xuan said angrily: "Who is his master? It is your turn to get you? A cultivator must have a strong backbone, and he must have a beard and a horse, or not!"

Finally had the opportunity to have a regular Taoist head with the ancestor master, Zhao Wenmin got up and said: "I almost forgot the teachings of the ancestor, the virtue of a person is the spirit of the Fu Ling, and the sincerity in the heart is the root of the Tao." ”

Yu Xuan squinted and smiled: "Wen Min, I helped me take in a disciple this time, I need to take a credit for you, and go back to receive a reward from your uncle who is in charge of money. You tell him, that's not what I meant, he can do it himself. As for who your uncle said to go, anyway, I'm going to go to the Extraterrestrial Galaxy soon, so I can't care about your chirps. ”

Zhao Wenmin made a joke.

His view of longitude and latitude is the most shabby one of the patriarch's several veins. Therefore, there is a saying that "the most good at complaining about hardships and shouting about poverty".

Listening to the meaning of the ancestor, is it to let his uncle go to the ancestral mountain and give full play to the ability of the longitude and latitude view to watch the house? Then this is to act according to the will of the ancestor, and the voice of the uncle on the side of the ancestor hall will not be small.

Yu Xuan asked: "Wen Min, although it is now a peaceful and prosperous era in our world, are you willing to go down the mountain to kill thieves?"

Zhao Wenmin said with a smile: "Master, originally the disciple wanted to return to the Jingwei Temple, and then write a letter with the ancestral mountain, no matter whether the other side nodded or not, the disciple will go to the wild world, and several uncles and uncles in the ancestral mountain will not be able to arrest me back to the Jingwei Temple." As for the position of contemplator, the disciples have a suitable candidate in their hearts, and they will not delay the inheritance. Since I told my ancestor about this today, I can return to Jingwei Guan this time, and I can send letters less. ”

Yu Xuan nodded, "Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable." ”

The old Taoist glanced at Zhao Wenmin, who was standing still, and said, "What are you doing in a daze, why don't you go and protect your little uncle, Jing Xiao is such a child, you can rest assured that you are a nephew, ah?!"

Zhao Wenmin said goodbye with a smile and left.

Yu Xuan looked up at the sky.

Taking off the vermilion gourd on his waist, the old Taoist priest took a sip of wine.

Forget about things and me, refine the galaxy, and suddenly enter the township.

Yu Xuan retracted his gaze, damn it, those old thrones in the wild world, they like to be beaten, right, they all stretch their necks and wait, sooner or later there will be a galaxy smashed on top of their heads.

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One after another, people began to leave the Temple of Literature, this time it was no longer to go out to drink to relieve boredom, but their deliberations had ended.

Among them is Chao Pu, the national teacher of the Shao Yuan Dynasty, with a proud student Lin Junbi.

Chao Pu said: "Your Majesty, there is no problem with you taking over as the national teacher. All the other big and small problems, both in the open and in the dark, will have to be solved by yourself. ”

In fact, it should have been twenty or thirty years late, and it would have been safe to pave more roads for the disciples, but time was running out and it couldn't be delayed. What's more, Lin Junbi can sharpen more.

Chao Pu himself needs to rush to another continent immediately to serve as the head of a sect, purely as a mountain monk, to plan a continent.

I have to admit that it is to take the old road that the embroidered tiger Cui Han has walked.

As for the final height, do your best to obey the destiny of heaven.

Lin Junbi nodded and said, "Try not to disappoint Mr." ”

Chao Pu reminded: "You can learn more from Chen Ping'an, but don't become the second Chen Ping'an, in fact, you should learn from him the most." ”

Lin Junbi knew in his heart, "Yes." ”

The fire dragon real person went out of the gate and never left.

Almost all people passing by will take the initiative to greet this old man and say a few polite words.

When the lady of the Lushui Pit with the name of Qingzhong walked out with the flower owner of the Hundred Flowers Blessed Land, and saw the back of the fire dragon real person, she immediately had to take a long detour down the steps.

I never thought that the old man turned his head, looked at the bloated woman, and said with a smile: "Mrs. Tang's steps are steady, and she can hear it when she covers her ears." ”

Mrs. Tang tugged on the sleeve of the flower lord and came to see the real person of the fire dragon.

The old man had a look of regret on his face, sighed, and said: "Poor Dao has not been to the Lushui Puddle for a while, and Mrs. Tang has never been to the Lying Peak as a guest, this is a big regret in the heart of Poor Dao." ”

Mrs. Tang understands, so she can destroy the wealth and eliminate the disaster. The sum of money that was given to the Temple of Literature, her private money, in fact, is still a little.

Wei Ying and Song Changjing walked out together.

Yuguizong and the Dali Song clan concluded an alliance.

There are no vows, and there is no need for any paper deeds.

It's just a verbal agreement between the two.

For example, the sticky pole lang of the Da Li Punishment Department will send no less than ten first-class cultivator embryos to the Shujian Lake True Realm Sect every ten years, and once he is among the earth immortals, he will serve as the worship of the Da Li Punishment Department for a period of one jiazi, and undertake all kinds of secret tasks that are not visible.

And the True Realm Sect also sent the Earth Immortal Sword Cultivator to serve as a military monk in the Dali Border Army, each of whom had at least thirty years of training in the army, and no True Realm Sect Earth Immortal Monk could shirk it.

Yasheng stood at the top of the steps outside the gate of the Temple of Literature, looking out at a certain place in the sky.

Jingsheng Xiping stood aside and asked with a smile: "Since you are not at ease, why don't you let him know?"

Yasheng said: "He is not the age of a child, what do you do when you say this. ”

Xi Ping smiled and asked: "I'm very curious, I should ask if I don't want to ask, over there in the city, Cui Yun didn't scold?"

Yasheng shook his head, "No. It is only said that if he had been born one or two hundred years earlier, there would have been fewer deaths in the world. It's a pity that he was born too late, only more than 100 years of planning, and he must be in a hurry, and it is inevitable that he will be overstretched. ”

Xiping couldn't cry or laugh, embroidered tiger, are you still stretched?

Asheng remembered the last scene at the head of the city.

After the two sides sat down and discussed, Cui Han raised his palm and put it in his ear, as if listening to something.

It was as if when the sky was falling, the wind blew away all the whimpering sounds in the world, both vast and wild.

On the side of Aotou Mountain, Nanguang was suddenly a little upset, so he calculated a hexagram for himself.

The gentleman asks about disasters and does not ask about blessings, which is the exquisiteness of the Confucian children, as for the rich and poor, there are many students, life is short, and life is fixed. Nanguang doesn't believe in this either.

After seeing the hexagram, Nan Guangguang was sweating profusely, dazed, and his heartstrings tightened, and he made up his mind to go into retreat. Even if the Temple of Literature asked him to rush to the battlefield, he would have to find an excuse to delay for a few years.

The blessed land flower owner of the Hundred Flowers Blessed Land returned to the collapsed place, spread out the colored paper on the bookcase, picked up the pen but didn't know what to write, and his arm was lazy and pressed his arm rest.

She sighed faintly, after all, she couldn't see the man who had been missing for many years.

He glanced down at his arm rest, and there were four lines of text engraved on the grass seal.

Dissolve amber blue silk ride, bright pearl red pink makeup.

The sour wind on the bridge shoots the eyes, and the gourd surface is raw with sesame grass.

The last two lines of the inscription, each with only two words, are the two names he carved, such as the Taoist couple on the mountain, leaning on each other.

At that time, she was just an ordinary flower god in the blessed land of flowers, and her rank was not high, and her flower name was "Xiang Xiu" at that time.

The name Xiang Xiu, he has been away for a few years, and he has abandoned it for many years.

She put down the pen and gently opened her armrest, and there were four small characters engraved on it, "Clear your mind and nourish your energy". The writing is so dragon and snake fly away, and the spirit of the words is just like that person.

Even if she knew that there was little chance of meeting him in this Confucian Temple meeting, she was thinking about what if.

What if it's 10,000.

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Temple of Literature Meritorious Forest.

Wensheng is in the same vein.

Old Xiucai.

Left and right, Liu Sixteen, Chen Ping'an.

Li Bao Vase, Li Bao Vase, and the little spirit that was brought to the vast world by Liu Sixteen from Yuhuafu.

and Mao Xiaodong.

Lao Xiucai drank very fiercely, and soon his eyes were drunk and hazy, and he muttered, "Is it true?"

After getting drunk, the dream came true, which made this old man a little incredulous.

Lao Xiucai suddenly slapped the table, "Don't roar when you drink, you don't have a taste." Who's going to say two?"

All the sights, without exception, were lost to Chen Ping'an, who was a student, a junior brother, and a junior uncle.

Chen Ping'an was just with a horizontal sword in his knee before, drinking wine in small sips, thinking about someone.

Drunken township, the world is small, the universe is narrow, and the ancient and modern are short.

Smiled and stroked Qingping, with a three-foot sword in his hand, he had never lost his life.