This building ship to Qingluan Country, built by the Mo family master who made a living from it, is not surprising among the many ferries in the old Dragon City, carrying more than 100 people each time, and more of them are rare goods from the north of Aquarius and the south of Tongye Continent, but the goods in the hands of this ferry merchant are the result of the five major surnames of the old Dragon City after being screened layer by layer, and the color is naturally average, occasionally picking up a few things, and earning an extra few snowflakes, it is already worth celebrating.

Qingluan country in the southeast of Aquarius is famous, with Taoist temples, many temples are famous, all walks of life Taoist gods and great virtue monks, often in the imperial court funding, here to hold water and land dojo and Luo Tian Jiao, plus Qingluan country's Qingtan rice paper is very prestigious, exported to several continents, so that the emperors of Qingluan country among the richest kings in the southeast territory of Aquarius, and Aquarius Buddhism is not prosperous, the number of temples in Qingluan is the largest continent, Sanskrit sound, a wall is full of sages, writers, The beautiful writings of the poets and immortals have attracted countless literati and visitors to travel to Qingluan Country.

In a bright wing room on the top floor of the ferry, Chen Ping'an was flipping through a book of literati notes about the landscape of Qingluan Kingdom, which was purchased from the Old Dragon City Bookstore and specially asked Zhu Yong to help collect it.

Chen Ping'an reads books, and Pei Qian copies books.

The difficult things in the world are difficult at the beginning, and over time, habits become natural, and it is not easy to talk about them. Pei Qian is like this, reading and copying books has become a daily habit, even if Chen Ping'an does not supervise, he will insist on it every day. It's just that Chen Ping'an also knows that if he is not by her side for a long time, if he copies books, Pei Qian will be wasted, and at most he will feel guilty for two or three days, and then he will go crazy.

Chen Ping'an divided the pot of Yuanying Lao Jiao Jindan's small alchemy wine into five parts, and gave one to all four people in the picture scroll, which was one of the few lucky things that a pure martial artist could rely on external materials to cultivate. The right side of Sui is now the cultivation of the seventh realm golden body realm, and there is a magic sword in his hand, and the killing power is actually not small, especially the kind of qi practitioner who catches and fights, and the earth immortal, once she is close to her, he may not be her enemy. Zhu Yong's bottleneck was loosened, the signs were clear, and after Sui's right, the second one set foot in the three realms of martial arts refining gods, which was close at hand.

Wei Xian and Lu Baixiang had no possibility of breaking through the realm for the time being, but after Zheng Dafeng's fist feeding and the death battle outside the Old Dragon City, they raised the peak of the Six Realms a little higher.

The four people in the picture scroll are not ordinary martial arts seven realms and six realms.

Walking north to Aquarius this time, as long as you don't meet a monk of the Upper Five Realms who is crazy, even if it is a Yuan Infant Earth Immortal who is not a sword cultivator, I dare not say that I will retreat unscathed, and the strength of a battle will definitely not be lacking, as long as Wei Xian and the four of them do not hesitate to die, maybe Chen Ping'an's side can still win miserably.

After the battle of the old dragon city, Chen Ping'an's most regrettable thing was that the cyan sword talisman was written by Zhong Kui in a small snow cone and given to Zheng Dafeng, the trapped sword, it was the half-immortal soldier "Sword Immortal" that Chen Ping'an was carrying behind him at the moment, because the old dragon city lord Fu Qi was not a sword cultivator, and this sword was not a refining natal object, so on the dragon platform, Zheng Dafeng detained this sword with a sword talisman, even if it couldn't last too long, Fu Qi calmly admitted defeat.

If he is carrying a sword talisman, he will encounter a murderous sword cultivator, Chen Ping'an not only does not have to be too afraid, but can attack him unprepared and catch the other party off guard.

But these gains and losses are not enough to make Chen Ping'an so haunting and difficult to let go.

What really made Chen Ping'an feel lost was this talisman, which was one of the last two talismans that Zhong Kui wrote in the world as a gentleman and a man in the yang world.

Compared with the transcontinental ferries that Chen Ping'an has taken and seen, the ferry at his feet is really petite and compact, and he can only stand at the window to enjoy the scenery, and there is no viewing platform.

After Pei Qian finished writing, Chen Ping'an carefully checked it and found that there was no sloppiness to deal with the text that needed to be rewritten, so he began to take her to practice the six-step pile walking together, at least two hours a day.

In the past, Chen Ping'an didn't think that practicing walking piles was a boring and laborious thing, but it wasn't until Pei Qian practiced that he realized that in fact, this boxing pile of shaking the mountain boxing is really simple, but it is not easy to practice a million times, both physically and mentally. Even if Chen Ping'an would pay attention to Pei Qian's rapid breathing and surplus physical strength, Pei Qian would be tired and sweaty every time, his forehead hair was muddy, and his face was pale, although he didn't dare to complain, but Chen Ping'an watched the little dark face without a smile, or when he walked step by step, his emaciated body trembled involuntarily, although Chen Ping'an was always expressionless, he looked a little distressed.

On the first day, Pei Qian relied on the excitement of the newborn calf to hold up the pile for two hours, but in the end, Chen Ping'an carried it to the next room, and the next day was only an hour, he fell to the ground, cramped, and the spirit of the whole person was gone, Chen Ping'an did not force two hours, and the next few days were to ensure that the boxing for an hour continued, and each time there was a little more moment.

Pei Qian gritted his teeth and persevered.

At first, Zhu Yong sneered beside her, and Xiao Heitan still had the strength to stare at her, but then she really didn't have the heart to fight for justice with Zhu Yong.

Ten years later, after surviving the most difficult journey, Pei Qian had a little more smile on his face, and when he walked, he began to swagger with Pei Qian's golden signboard again, or he was bouncing and jumping, and Zhu Yong said something again, "Son, the old slave privately thinks that Pei Qian's martial arts qualifications are excellent, and when he is boiling his physique, his muscles and bones will suffer more, and his qi and blood can be vigorous, so he might as well walk for two hours a day", Pei Qian can already continue to stare at him.

On this day, after practicing the pile, one big and one small, open the window, practice the sword furnace pile, Pei Qian is short, can only face the wall and think, after Chen Ping'an agreed, she stepped on a chair, just enough to look at the sea of clouds outside the window with Chen Ping'an.

Chen Ping'an said softly: "I have to believe that it will be bittersweet." ”

Pei Qian is now practicing the sword furnace pile, just making a show, and the effect is very small, Chen Ping'an is also a little strange about this, and after asking them on the right side of Sui, he couldn't ask why.

After another day of hard work, Pei Qianzheng was secretly happy in his heart, remembered something, turned his head and said with a longing on his face: "I will go to the rivers and lakes in the future, can I also have a sword?" It is better to be like Xiaobai, hanging a knife from my waist, I must have a lot of strength at that time, not too much, not too heavy." ”

Chen Ping'an nodded with a smile and said: "As long as you don't be lazy, one day you go to walk the rivers and lakes alone, I can promise now, and I will definitely give you a sword and a knife in the future." ”

Pei Qian was a little embarrassed, and whispered: "I actually thought about it, if I have my own sword in the future, I will hang it on the same side of my waist, this posture of hanging the sword and hanging the knife, I even have a good name, Master, do you want to hear it?"

Chen Ping'an smiled: "Let's talk about it." ”

When it comes to choosing a name, I, Chen Ping'an, have indeed been very good at it.

For example, on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, such as subduing demons and eliminating demons.

Pei Qian whispered: "It's called 'wrong sword', because it hangs on the waist by staggering, Master, what do you think?"

Chen Ping'an smiled: "It's good." ”

Pei Qian's eyes narrowed into a crescent moon with a smile, stretched out two fingers, and glued them together, "I'm very happy to have this sword on my master's back so lost." ”

Chen Ping'an leaned on the window, turned his head and said with a smile: "Turn back and dock the ferry, we still have the old rules, travel through Qingluan country on foot, and when we see the bamboo forest on the roadside, I will pick some older bamboos and help you make two bamboo knives and bamboo swords, if you don't dislike it, you can hang it first." ”

Pei Qian said in a loud voice: "Make it lighter, smaller, and it's not heavy to hang on your body." ”

Chen Ping'an agreed with a smile, looked at the sea of clouds, and asked casually, "Then what about that walking stick?"

Pei Qian said without hesitation: "It is the number one fierce general under my command, alas, it has accompanied me for such a long way, but I am reluctant to lose it casually, I will allow it to return to the field, tease Sun, and ask Lao Wei again when I go back, what kind of official title should I reward it......"

I dropped a big bag of sour tooth bookbags.

It's just that Chen Ping'an nodded in approval and said softly: "That's right." ”

Old Dragon City, over there in the dust pharmacy, Zheng Dafeng actually didn't have anything to clean up, except for some changes of clothes, only the old cigarette stick needed to be brought with him.

It seems that this sloppy man, whether he was watching the wooden fence breaking down the door in Lizhu Cave back then, or coming here, has always been like this in his life, there are no things that must be picked up, and there is nothing that cannot be put down.

Tomorrow will take the Fujia ferry, return to Longquan County of the Dali Dynasty, on the last day, Zheng Dafeng took a bench and sat under the old locust tree.

The old man surnamed Xun had already left, saying that he was going to meet a friend from the Invincible Divine Fist Gang.

Yesterday Li Er returned to the old dragon city, Fu Qi with his eldest son Fu Donghai came quickly, Fu Qi's meaning is very clear, Fu Donghai is good at making claims, causing this disaster, as long as Zheng Dafeng said a word, you can let Mr. Li Er punch to break Fu Donghai's Changsheng Bridge, and from then on, the Fu family should raise a waste person to raise Fu Donghai.

Zheng Dafeng asked Fu Qi with a smile, why didn't he just bring Fu Donghai, who had broken the Changsheng Bridge, to the pharmacy, wouldn't it be more sincere.

Fu Qi was speechless.

Fu Donghai's bones are also hard, not only did he not beg for mercy, but he made a few provocative words, and he felt uncomfortable if Li Er didn't punch him.

Zheng Dafeng looked tired at the time, sitting in the yard and smoking dry cigarettes.

The old man had obviously made a deal with the Dali Dynasty and the Fan family.

That Fan Junmao, when he stepped on the coast of the South China Sea in the old Dragon City with the hooves of the Song Clan's iron horse, became the second mountain god of the Dali Dynasty after the Beiyue Zhengshen Wei Bai.

And the price paid by the old man here is nothing more than Zheng Dafeng's Nine Realms cultivation.

Zheng Dafeng knew that the matter was over.

Zheng Dafeng thought for a while and said that this is it, the coming day is long, and the water will flow for a long time.

Fu Qi breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to take Fu Donghai back home, but Li Eryi punched Fu Donghai in the heart.

The Changsheng Bridge was not only broken, but also shattered to the point that it was difficult to save the immortals.

Li Er didn't look at Fu Donghai, and stared at Fu Qi with an indifferent expression, "I think as a father, I should stand up for my son." ”

Fu Qi picked up the eldest son Fu Donghai, who fell to the ground, without a trace of anger on his face, and said with a smile: "Finally let Mr. Li Er get out of this bad breath, it's worth the trip, just like Mr. Zheng said, the coming day is long, and the water is long." ”

"Oh?"

Li Er smiled and asked, "Otherwise, you will show me a way by the way and take a trip to the Fu Family Ancestor Hall?"

Fu Qi, who was not bad at cultivating qi, instantly turned pale.

Zheng Dafeng said: "Li Er, it's okay." ”

After Fu Qi took Fu Donghai away, Li Er quickly left the Old Dragon City.

Today, under the locust tree, Zheng Dafeng basks alone in the warm sun of early spring, wearing a comfortable cotton jacket that Pei Qian and they helped buy.

The girl who hadn't seen her for a long time, probably ate well during the New Year, and seemed to have more "plump" cheeks and posture, not like before, just strolling around in front of Zheng Dafeng's eyes, this time she approached Zheng Dafeng with the courage to ask, "Zheng Shopkeeper, is the shop recruiting?"

Zheng Dafeng shook his head with a smile, "Don't recruit me, I'll go back to my hometown tomorrow, it's too difficult to eat in your old Dragon City." ”

Although this girl is ridiculously fat, her soft voice is particularly pleasant, and her face is full of loss, "Are you coming back?"

Zheng Dafeng shook his head, "Don't go back." ”

She was surprised: "Don't you say it's the old house that your ancestors purchased, what about the shop?"

Zheng Dafeng couldn't help but laugh and said, "It's empty." Dust pharmacy, it's not normal to eat ashes. ”

She blushed slightly, "Otherwise, give me the key, I'll help you clean it, the house is not popular, it's easy to break fast, what a pity." ”

Zheng Dafeng waved his hand and said, "No, no, really no, thank you, girl." ”

Zheng Dafeng glanced at the sky, the sun was shining, but said that it was not early, and he had to go back to pack his luggage. The girl bit her lip, looked at the rickety man who was carrying the bench and running away, and suddenly asked, "Shopkeeper Zheng, don't you even ask me what my surname is?"

Zheng Dafeng didn't have the cheekiness to pretend to be deaf, so he had to stop and turn his head, "Dare to ask what is the girl's surname?"

The girl smiled, "I love ginger, so my surname is ginger!"

Zheng Dafeng was stunned.

How should this be answered?

Just look at the previous time and again walking around but not speaking, I know that this girl is a gentle temperament who understands etiquette and does not entangle, and today is no exception. ”

Zheng Dafeng smiled and waved his hand to say goodbye to her.

She's a good girl.

On this night, in the northern suburbs outside the old dragon city.

A small brand new grave with a few pieces of bright red hanging paper pressed with small stones on the small grave bag.

The rickety man squatted in front of the grave, burned a book, and then laid out ten small oil lamps in front of the grave, which were painted black and emitted a wisp of gloomy atmosphere, but there was no wick.

How does this light up?

A yin god appeared out of thin air, flicked his fingers at those oil lamps again and again, ten oil lamps lit up in turn, and under closer inspection, the wick more than an inch high was extremely strange and terrifying, it was actually a wisp of green smoke in the shape of a human form, and his face was hideous and distorted, as if he was suffering from the great pain of burning his soul and melting his muscles into lamp oil.

The wicks of the ten lamps are the three souls and seven spirits of a certain person.

The flesh is still there.

The souls have been detained one by one by this Yin God with evil magic techniques.

The man was indifferent to this, just squatted over there, and whispered to the grave: "I'm afraid that you will be afraid when you look at it and feel infiltrated, so I'll wait for the lights to go out before leaving." ”

In the night, on the side of Sun's ancestral house, Sun Jiashu was alone, walking alone along the riverbank.

Even if the ancestor of the Sun family is already a primordial immortal, he still sighs and regrets these days.

On the contrary, it was Sun Jiashu who comforted the ancestors, this kind of blessing, I am fortunate to have it, and I have lost my life, so I just think that the Sun family does not have this kind of partial fortune.

A young boy with a face like a crown of jade appeared beside Sun Jiashu, silently, even if the ancestor of the Sun family and the three golden pills were worshipped, they did not notice the slightest ripple of qi.

When Sun Jiashu saw the master who had helped him untie his heart knot, he immediately said, "Meet Mr. Fan." ”

In the design of Chen Ping'an, Sun Jiashu not only almost became an enemy with Chen Ping'an, but also almost lost Liu Baqiao, a close friend.

It was this unknown age of several hundred years and a thousand years old who found the lost soul of Sun Jiashu, said some words, pointed out the maze, and made Sun Jiashu's cottage open.

"Walking on the road, you are quite accomplished, but you just tripped over a certain stone, fell hard, and suffered hardship, which means that you are on the wrong path?"

"Chen Ping'an's road is very good, it can show that the road you Sun Jiashu has taken, is it not good?

"No matter how good other people's road is, it is also someone else's road, you might as well bury your head in work, but ask about the hard work and don't ask about the harvest, occasionally look up, and look left and right at the scenery of other people, it's enough. ”

Golden and jade good words, it is difficult to buy a thousand gold.

The "master" who looked younger than Sun Jiashu only said that his surname was Fan, but he had almost nothing to do with the Fan family of Old Dragon City.

Sun Jiashu, with his intuition, was convinced of this.

This person smiled and said: "There are actually only three families in the old Dragon City, Fu Qi, or that Wang Zhu's Fu family, Fan Junmao, can also be said to be the Fan family of the old god monarch, the last one, your Sun family accounts for half, and the rest of Ding Fanghou together account for roughly half." This time to the north, there is a long way to go, and we will make persistent efforts. ”

Sun Jiashu nodded and said, "My Sun family will definitely not miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity." ”

The man smiled, "Once in a lifetime? ”

Sun Jiashu was a little stunned, in addition to chewing on the deep meaning of this sentence, he also thought of secretly seeing off Chen Ping'an that day.

The young man in the white robe and carrying the long sword on his back seemed to see himself from behind the crowd after the ferry took off.

Instead of turning a blind eye, he clenched his fists and said goodbye, and finally raised his arm high and stretched out his thumb.

Sun Jiashu smiled slightly.

So it was then, and so it was now.

Inside the palace of a rising dynasty.

A handsome young man in white walked between two tall walls, stretching out his fingers and smearing them across the walls.

The woman next to him is tall, but it doesn't give people the slightest sense of incongruity and bulkiness.

Between walks, she has no breath.

There is no pure spiritual atmosphere of the unity of heaven and man like a qi practitioner, there is no grandmaster momentum of pure martial arts, and there is not even the breath of ordinary people.

The tall woman who had been hanging her sword at her waist but had no scabbard had just found a seemingly ordinary green bamboo scabbard for her saber that had been sharpened in the Thunder Pool of the Inverted Hanging Mountain a few days ago.

It was a servant beside her who had worked hard to find it from Aquarius.

The young man, who looked like a fairy from afar or up close, smiled and asked, "Master, did you buy it or rob it?"

The woman said indifferently: "I heard that I bought it." ”

The young man sighed and said, "That's a forced purchase." ”

The woman smiled, "If you think this is wrong, you can fight him." ”

The young man said helplessly: "I, Cao Ci, am now a martial artist of the Five Realms, alas, how can I fight him?"

The woman stopped, "The word strongest is missing." ”

Cao Ci thought for a while, wiped the ground with his toes, drew two short lines at the left and right ends, raised his toes, and pointed to the line on the left, "Just say the Five Realms, the world's ordinary genius martial artists, here." ”

The toe moved to the right, "I'm Cao Ci here." ”

Then he nodded in the middle of the two, "Aside from me, the most outstanding Five Realm geniuses in the Middle Earth Divine Continent are probably here. ”

The tall woman didn't think that her disciple was young and arrogant, and she underestimated the martial artists of her peers, in fact, she felt that Cao Ci was still too polite.

Cao Ci suddenly squatted down, stretched out a finger, clicked on the middle line, and moved slightly towards his own line, "I think that guy, after I break through the realm, his fifth realm, can go here." ”

The woman looked down at the position that Cao Ci had drawn with her fingers, nodded in approval, and said, "It should be about the same." ”

When the pair of masters and apprentices stood and squatted, chatting and chatting about martial arts.

In the distance, the first eunuch of this great dynasty, a eunuch who is expected to be among the immortals, is walking towards this side with a group of bright red python suits in the Great Mink Temple, and after seeing the two of them, they all stopped, standing solemnly, and everyone did not dare to breathe.

The ferry arrived at the ferry port on the border of Qingluan Country, Chen Ping'an and his party walked on the bustling street of the ferry, for some reason, whether it was a qi practitioner or a pure martial artist, they would take the initiative to give way to detour, the higher the realm, the better the eyesight, and the more experienced the three realms of qi refining martial arts masters, the more clearly they felt an invisible pressure.

A woman with a sword in a stunning appearance, a tall man with a narrow sword hanging from his waist, a bad old man with a rickety smile, and a short wooden man in hardcover.

It's not easy.

But for some reason, a Jindan monk who had a hidden aura hidden in the flow of people would feel that the momentum of these four people together seemed to be inferior to the young man who was clearly injured and carrying a sword on his back.

The stars arch over the moon.