Ning Yao asked the innkeeper for a few snacks, and by the way, he asked for an extra room, and the shopkeeper glanced at Chen Ping'an, who was silent.

Look at what I'm doing, conscience of heaven and earth, we didn't collude with anything. Besides, what can I say, I opened the inn?

The closed disciple squinted at his own husband, and the gentleman squinted at the street outside the store, the night was dark, and he was in a foreign land, slightly lonely.

Sitting down on the other side of the house, Chen Ping'an poured a bowl of wine for Mr. Chen, and then looked at Ning Yao, she shook her head, and Chen Ping'an only poured a bowl for herself.

In the most difficult place in his life, it was the young man Zeng Ye of Shujian Lake, and the female ghost Su Xinzhai and a few of them, who accompanied Chen Ping'an through that section of the landscape.

Lao Xiucai probably felt that the atmosphere was a little silent, so he picked up the wine bowl, bumped it lightly with Chen Ping'an, and then took the lead in speaking, like Mr. Examining the school's disciples: "There is a sentence in the chapter "Unmasking". Peace?"

Chen Ping'an just took a sip of wine, and Mr. mentioned "Unmasking", the answer was actually very easy to guess, and he hurriedly put down the wine bowl and said: "Mr. once said that wine is chaotic. ”

Lao Xiucai asked with a smile: "Then don't you know, why did Mr. admonish the world so much back then?"

Chen Ping'an said: "I guess Mr. was poor and couldn't afford to drink wine, so he sour those who bought wine and paid for it without blinking?"

Lao Xiucai slapped his hands on the table and laughed: "What is a proud student?

What kind of thing is like that, when I was stupid, I liked to use this to block myself, so I didn't allow Mr. to slap himself in the face? Mr. wrote so many sage truths in the book, and he couldn't fit in a few big baskets, so he could really do it one by one.

The most intimate and smallest padded jacket is really a closed disciple.

Lao Xiucai drank a bowl of wine, as soon as the wine bowl fell, Chen Ping'an had already filled it, Lao Xiucai stroked his beard and sighed: "At that time, I was greedy, the most uncomfortable thing was to pick up the lamp and turn the book at night, and I heard some drunkards vomiting in the alley, and Mr. couldn't wait to sew their mouths shut, and waste money by trampling the wine!

Chen Ping'an said: "If you become a court official or a Confucian saint in the coming year, you must set a rule that you are not allowed to vomit when you drink. ”

Lao Xiucai nodded, "Yes, yes." ”

Ning Yao changed his mind and poured himself a bowl of wine.

Chen Ping'an roughly talked about things related to Shujian Lake and Su Xinzhai, and also talked about the old woman in the countryside who lived a difficult life very calmly.

Lao Xiucai twisted a salted and dried peanut shell with two fingers, put it in his mouth, and nodded: "The only knowledge of heroes in the world is nothing more than the word calm." The villain turns the world upside down, corrects the backhand, and is calm. If I have a weak heart, I can't help anything, and I can be alone, or calm. ”

In fact, the three people here all know that the inn, the girl, and the big vase are all arranged by Cui Yun.

A Shujian Lake has made Chen Ping'an's ghost hit the wall for many years, and the whole person is skinny and skinny, but as long as he gets through it, it seems that in addition to being uncomfortable, there is only discomfort left.

Cui Qian never gave much more, especially not to Chen Ping'an's benefit, whether it was the last landscape painting scroll in Tongyezhou, or the inn girl tonight, Cui Qi was like only giving his junior brother Chen Ping'an's heart road, and put a light in the distance, if you don't go to that step yourself, or choose to avoid the detour, then you will miss it for the rest of your life. Cui Yun's actions seem to be telling Chen Ping'an a very cruel truth, despair, you asked for it, so hope, you have to find it.

Ning Yao asked, "Since you are fortunate to meet her again in this life, what are you going to do next?"

In Ning Yao's opinion, in Su Xinzhai's life, the girl can barely be regarded as having some cultivation qualifications, so naturally she can be taken to Luoluo Mountain to practice, don't forget that what Chen Ping'an is best at is not settling accounts, or even practicing, but protecting others.

But Ning Yao didn't think that the girl would immediately go up the mountain to practice, it must be the best choice.

Chen Ping'an said: "I have to talk to her more first." ”

In fact, on the way here, Chen Ping'an has been thinking about this matter, attentively and carefully.

Generally speaking, only by practicing, the inn girl who does not know the name of this life can have the opportunity to open her mind, remember the events of her past life again, renew her fate in this life, and fulfill her long-cherished wish of her predecessor.

Just like many ordinary masters, on the road of life, you can always see some "familiar" people, but most of them don't think much about it, just look at it a few times, and then pass by.

But remembering the events of the previous life, it must be the last thought of Su Xinzhai in the previous life, and what the girl in this life wants now?

Lao Xiucai smiled: "You can come as well as you want to be good to the little girl." As for how to be really good, in fact, there is no need to worry, many times we have to admit that not everything can be prepared for a rainy day, and it can only be solved when things come. Ping'an, you especially don't forget one thing, for the girl, she is just her, but in your eyes, she is Su Xinzhai of Shujian Lake and Huangli Mountain. ”

If you don't go up the mountain, for example, in this Dali capital, live a stable life in the market under the mountain, that is, the years are shorter, marrying a wife, husband and children, firewood, rice, oil and salt, how is it not a good thing. The little girl is willing to go up the mountain one day, and it is not too late to come back to practice. Luoluo Mountain still has a bit of a family background, there is no shortage of preachers, and there is no shortage of fairy money.

Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "You must understand this truth before you can do the next thing." ”

From beginning to end, Chen Ping'an seemed very calm, but in just a few words, he had already drunk several sips of wine.

Drinking in a hurry is a taboo at the wine table, no matter how good the amount of alcohol is, it is easy to capsize in the wine tank, and then most of them run under the wine table and claim that they are invincible and I am not drunk.

Chen Ping'an said: "Why did Mr. suddenly go to imitate Bai Yujing to talk to people?"

Lao Xiucai cocked Erlang's legs, took a sip of wine, and said with a smile: "I have been cultivating myself in Gongdelin for many years, and I have saved a little grumble, knowledge, I have studied there for many years, and I have also made a little progress, if I really want to say the reason, it is that my mouth is itchy, which is similar to having no money in my pocket and being hungry for wine." ”

Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "Mr. This time, although the disciple regrets that he did not see and hear it with his own eyes, but just by the vision of heaven and earth that swept half of the vast seats, he knows that the knowledge of Mr. Wang's opponent can be described as high as the sky." Sir, this must not be taken?"

Lao Xiucai stepped on the bench with one leg, lifted the wine bowl, bumped it lightly, and nodded vigorously: "The old master is indeed extremely knowledgeable, and he is the most water-friendly heaven and earth saint in the world, there is nothing about it, it is very powerful." ”

Lao Xiucai and Chen Ping'an, each drank a bowl of wine, Chen Ping'an flipped the wine bowl with a smile to show that he had no wine left, Lao Xiucai glanced at his wine bowl, and took a small sip of it, then turned over the empty wine bowl, said full, continue to be full. Lao Xiucai thought to himself, you kid drink like this, don't really get drunk in the end. Ming'er got up on the third pole of the day, and complained about Mr.

Chen Ping'an poured the wine again, simply took off his boots, sat cross-legged, and said with emotion: "Sir, this is the only one, and the time and place are right to go to war." ”

Lao Xiucai sighed, "It's a loss, it's difficult." ”

Ning Yao found that these two gentlemen and disciples, one didn't say whether they won or lost, and the other didn't ask about the result, they just touted the old master here.

The higher the old master's knowledge, the more the gentleman wins, and naturally the higher the knowledge.

Lao Xiucai turned his head and smiled: "Ning girl, this sword travel is known to the world." In the future, I will say hello to Ah Lianghe left and right, and whatever sword intent and swordsmanship are the highest, they will quickly give up their respective titles. ”

Ning Yao said: "I won't come to Haoran often in the future, don't worry about the Temple of Literature." ”

If it weren't for Mr. Wen Sheng, she wouldn't have bothered to explain anything like this.

Lao Xiucai shook his head with a smile, "What are you worried about this, the Temple of Literature still has this kind of bearing, and now it is Lisheng himself in charge, and the atmosphere is very different from the past." Ning girl, if you don't come often, I'm worried. What worries me really is that you will not be free from now on. ”

Look at the patriarchs of the three sects, who will go to other homes?

As the first person in the colorful world, Ning Yao's future situation is of course much better than Chen Qingdu's withered city head for 10,000 years, but after all, there is a difference...... Bitter.

Ning Yao said: "A world, come and go freely, it is enough. ”

Lao Xiucai sighed and shook his head, "It's too early to say this." ”

Ning Yao was a little helpless, but Master Wen Sheng said this, she just listened to it.

She remembered something and told Chen Ping'an. The old coachman had promised her that Chen Ping'an could ask him three questions about not breaking his oath.

Chen Ping'an smiled and nodded.

Lao Xiucai seemed to have a feeling, drank the wine, and said with a smile: "There are some famous bastards, they can't be taught, and they won't be changed, you can really only wait for them to rot one by one, rotten." ”

As for who Lao Xiucai is scolding, it may be the old oilman who doesn't do any in the officialdom and is the only one in stumbling kung fu, maybe it is some old sword immortals in Zhengyang Mountain, and it may be some old guys in Haoran who have a higher life-saving kung fu than the realm, Lao Xiucai didn't name him, who knows.

Chen Ping'an nodded and said, "Write it down." ”

Almost simultaneously, the three of them noticed a strange aura.

Not in the capital of Dali, but far away in the land of Gyeonggi, it is a yin and underworld path that Yang people avoid.

Lao Xiucai relied on the celestial and human induction between the saint and heaven and earth, Ning Yao relied on the cultivation of the Flying Ascension Realm, and Chen Ping'an relied on the Dao heart ripples that the Great Dao overwhelmed.

Chen Ping'an got up and said, "I'll go outside and have a look." ”

Ning Yao was about to leave the inn with Chen Ping'an.

Lao Xiucai smiled and said: "Ning girl, you don't have to follow, the matter of opening the way, the Dali Imperial Court has done a good job." Your sword intent is too strong to help. It's okay, there are just some precautions in the colorful world, anyway, I figured it out myself, it's not a fake public and private, let's talk to you. ”

Pure sword cultivation, outside the battlefield, the killing power is endless, the ability to kill people is the first, and the living may not be.

Ning Yao sat down again, Chen Ping'an shrunk the mountains and rivers, wearing a green shirt and his body was ethereal and gathered, and he came to the vicinity of the wall of the capital in one step, and looked into the distance, only to see hundreds of miles away, the yin qi rushed to the sky, converging into a winding river.

On the mountain and water road that specially selects people to go to the wilderness, the yin qi is too heavy, because there are few living people, and the yang qi is thin, ordinary qi practitioners, even if the earth immortals and the like, are good at approaching, they may have to consume the road, if you look closely at the qi technique, you can find that the trees on the road, even if they are not stepped on in the slightest, in fact, there is no contact with the undead, but the verdant color has already revealed a bit of unusual death, such as a person's face is blue.

A group of Dali Qi Practitioners at the head of the city outside the capital were responsible for guarding this section of the city, and one of the old worshippers and the green-shirted swordsman who suddenly appeared, asked, "Who is coming?"

Chen Ping'an took out the piece of the criminal department from his sleeve and hung it on his waist, since it was his own family, after the old worshipper inspected the authenticity of the nothingness card, he just hugged his fists and didn't ask anymore.

Chen Ping'an was silent for a moment and asked, "Old man, it seems that there are a lot of people this time?"

The old worshipper nodded, "Because it's the penultimate dial, there will be more of them."

”

In fact, the old worshipper was originally reluctant to talk more, but it was the uninvited guest who said the word "number of people", not some words such as ghosts and ghosts, so that the old man was willing to talk.

In the north of Da Li, in the land of Longxing of the Song family, there is a water and land festival of the abbot of the Beijing Translation Bureau all the year round, and a Zhou Tian Da Jiao who is responsible for the Chongxu Bureau, and the extradition of the ghosts and undead on the battlefield site to return to their hometown in the north, has been held for many years, day and night, and still has not ended, it is really the Da Li border army in a foreign land There are too many people who died in the war, these years the Dali court, promulgated by the emperor, the Ministry of Rites took the lead in preparing for this matter, the household department paid money, and the military department sent people to guard, just for the vast Yin soldiers to cross the border, it opened up three innumerable landscape roads。

Every time I rush, there are thousands or even more than 10,000 battlefield undead spirits, stop in the daytime, to prevent the remnants of the soul from being exposed to the sun, inhabit the landscape formation set up along the way by the Dali Qi practitioners, only travel far away in the night, there are both great monks chanting all the way, holding tin to lead the way, there are also Taoist real people silently reciting the Tao, rattle traction, and there are more Qintian supervising qi warriors and Dali iron riding on both sides of the road to prevent the wandering spirits from wandering away, plus the gods of mountains and rivers around the world, The cooperation of the city god and the Wenwu Temple has made this matter never have a major flaw and does not disturb the people in the yang world.

It is rumored that a squire from the border army in the capital military department once openly threatened the household officials, don't talk about any difficulties with Lao Tzu, this matter is not negotiable, even if your household department smashes the pot and sells iron, and dismantles the housing materials of the government office for money, you must ensure that all the souls of the Dali border army will not stay in the battlefield site for too long, so that the soul is scattered. For this reason, the military department specially dispatched five or six people to stay at the household department office every day to temporarily "work on errands" to specifically supervise and supervise the progress of this matter, and quarrels were common.

In addition to the monks enshrined in Dali, the gentlemen and sages of the Confucian Academy, and the masters of Buddhism and Taoism, there are also Qintianjian Earth Masters, Jingshi Wenwu Temple Yingling, Ducheng God's Temple, and Dudi Temple, each performing its own duties and being responsible for attracting the dead at various mountain and water ferries.

Chen Ping'an stood at the head of the city, watching the scene of the night tour from afar.

The family and country are safe, where are the people, the mountains and rivers are far away, and the clouds and smoke are vast.

These mountains and rivers have met, but they are already different from life and death, separated by yin and yang.

Indeed, how can there be so many smiles at first sight.

Chen Ping'an turned his head and saw Song Xu's group of young monks in the distance, probably busy on the road, going to the underworld road as soon as possible, everyone was galloping, there was no deliberate concealment of traces, sword cultivation Song Xu stepped on a sword, dragging out an extremely long golden line, the formation master Han Dayjin seemed to be walking, every time he stepped out, in an instant, the mountains and rivers were rippling in a circle, like a night blooming flowers, in addition to Daolu Geling, the soldier monk Yu Yu, the Confucian scholar Lu Hui, and the little novice Houjue, also performed their own magical spells, and traveled in a hurry.

Chen Ping'an's body turned into eighteen sword lights, the city side seemed to bloom suddenly, more than ten miles away, Chen Ping'an's footsteps staggered to the ground, and once again hurried with the unskilled sword escape method, and finally hovered in a high air, with several talismans including slush charms, to help himself hide his qi, squatting on the branches of trees on the top of a wild mountain, overlooking the road down the mountain.

Lu Hui, Hou Jue, and Ge Ling, who are respectively from the three sects of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, have obviously been familiar with leading the way for a long time, and have fallen at the forefront of the Yin and Netherworld roads where the Yin soldiers have crossed, and they take the lead in walking with the Dali Qi Practitioners of their respective Dao lineages, as well as the little girl from the Yu clan of Shangzhu Kingdom, who is not far behind, and a group of martial arts temple heroes from Jingshi and Gyeonggi, walking side by side.

A landscape road for the extradition of the undead is extremely wide, and there are four camps vaguely divided, and behind Yu Yu and Wumiao Yingling, the number is the largest, accounting for nearly half.

Song Xu and Han Dayjin found a young man in the rear who was in the rear of the formation, this person was in the Dali Iron Cavalry Army, riding a horse, and he was a Yuan Infant Realm sword cultivator who was less than a hundred years old.

Seeing the two of them, the rider just nodded, Han Tianjin took out two armor horse talismans, and rode forward with Song Xu, Han Dayjin and a woman who had a good relationship asked in their hearts, "What's the matter?"

Because Han Tianjin found that the great virtuous monks and Daomen real people who led the night tonight were all fresh faces, and they looked haggard, as if they were not lightly injured, especially those martial temple heroes, when they moved forward, she could even see their golden bodies worn out, which was actually visible to the naked eye, and the starlight was dotted, and it dissipated in the night.

The colleague female cultivator couldn't hide her tired look, and said: "First, the number of tractions this time is too much, and the Yamen of the Ministry of Rites has issued a death order before, which is a handwritten official document from Lord Shangshu, with strict wording, saying that this Yin and Netherworld official road, the spiritual energy consumption along the way is too much, and it has disturbed the number of mountains and rivers more than expected. Otherwise, in the next evaluation of the two departments of rites and punishments, no one will be able to eat and walk around. ”

Song Xu asked, "Huajing, is there anyone making trouble along the way?"

That Yuan Infant Realm Sword Cultivator said indifferently: "Go back and look at the spy report yourself." ”

Song Xu is accustomed to this, this Yuan Huajing, nicknamed Yelang. It was the leader of the five qi practitioners on another hill.

The two sides have discordant temperaments and usually don't deal with each other very well. Only on the battlefield will there be seamless cooperation.

Yuan Huajing frowned slightly, and found that there were more than a dozen battlefield souls on the road ahead, and there were signs of soul dissipation, and said in a deep voice: "Du Yan, blind?"

A man in the rear, with a pale face, The young man with chapped lips and bleeding, dressed as a horseman, he was already exhausted, he was originally sitting on the back of a horse while napping, while warming up his aura a little, he was really exhausted, but after hearing Yuan Huajing's words, he did not hesitate to get up, tiptoe a little, swept forward, raised a palm high, twisted his wrist, and a soft silk thread appeared between his five fingers, slightly raised, and in an instant, the silk thread gathered in an orderly manner, and the golden light was shining, it was actually a compass with a precious glow, and the light sprinkled on the walking land of those yin spirits and ghosts。

In this way, the young horseman resisted the wind on the one hand, and held the compass in his hand, sheltering one side, and as long as there was the slightest sign of the soul of the dead scattering, there would be a treasure light to shine.

Song Xu reminded: "It's too much. ”

Yuan Huajing said indifferently: "It seems that it is not your turn to have a golden pill to point fingers." ”

Yuan Huajing's group of people, a total of five people, in addition to him, the Yuanying Realm sword cultivator, there is also a ghost cultivator, a Yin and Yang family qi practitioner, and the other two were all from wild cultivation.

They are obviously more murderous than Song Xu's six small hills.

Song Xu didn't care, but took the initiative to tell Yuan Huajing about the young hidden official's entry into Beijing, and after taking a look, he talked about the strangeness of the preacher Feng's aunt.

Yuan Huajing nodded, "I saw a few sword lights from Ning Yao before. ”

Song Xu hesitated for a moment, but still reminded: "There is a clear distinction between public and private. ”

The cavalry general next to him was born in the Yuan family of the Pillar Kingdom, and Yuan Huajing's younger brother was the concubine of the Yuan family who married the daughter of the Xu family in Qingfeng City.

Yuan Huajing sneered: "Because His Royal Highness the Prince's surname is Song, can he manage it so widely?"

Song Xu choked for a moment, and suddenly laughed, "You really should have a good chat with that Chen Yinguan." ”

Yuan Huajing rarely took the initiative to speak, "The six of you join forces, is it still difficult to deal with?"

Song Xu nodded: "Yu Yu said that he would only be chopped and chopped vegetables." There was a review afterwards, and Lu Hui said that relying on the words spoken by Chen Ping'an was of no benefit to the battle situation, and it was completely negligible. ”

Yuan Huajing said: "On the side of Zhao Xuan of the Criminal Department, I still haven't found a suitable candidate? If it's that Zhou Haijing, I don't think it's enough." ”

Song Xu shook his head and said, "What is the identity of that Zheng Qian, you don't know it." Zhao Shilang could only retreat to the next best thing and determine his qualifications through Yuhong and her questioning. ”

Yuan Huajing frowned and said, "I'm not optimistic about Zhou Haijing, a female martial artist. ”

Song Xu said helplessly: "Otherwise, where can I find a young mountain peak realm martial artist, and he must be expected to be among the ten realms? The embroidery girl recruited by the Criminal Department before is not here, and in my opinion, she is similar to Zhou Haijing, and after all, she is from Beiju Luzhou, which is not suitable. ”

The vacancy of a pure martial artist actually had a suitable candidate in the early years, but he died in Shujian Lake.

Otherwise, once the twelve earthly branches are complete, according to the careful deduction of the Criminal Department and Qin Tianjian, the twelve Qi practitioners and pure martial artists who are less than 100 years old can work together to kill an Immortal Realm cultivator other than sword cultivation.

The most critical place is that they have endless and interlocking means to ensure that one of them does not die, and even the realm does not fall.

It's a pity that the real killer is the pure martial artist who has been hanging in the balance.

Otherwise, in the previous battle to accompany the capital, they would never have killed only the two monks of the Demon Clan of the Military Tent in the Jade Pu Realm.

Those two demon clan heads happened to be cut off by Yuan Huajing with a flying sword.

The eleven of them are all night tourists, and they are destined to remain unrequited until they start the sect in the coming year.

Yuan Huajing suddenly turned his head to look at a mountain range and said, "Chen Ping'an, why do you deliberately hide it?

Hearing this, Chen Ping'an just glanced at the young Yuanying Realm Sword Cultivator, ignoring the other party's provocation.

When he came here, Chen Ping'an began to operate the aura of the five key natal qi mansions and the major princes' mountains.

Yuan Huajing sneered: "Since you have chosen to stand by and watch, go farther, and don't respond to people here." ”

The gods of the mountains and rivers who guarded the road along the way consumed the essence of the incense that they had worked so hard to accumulate, and even the wear and tear of the golden body.

As for qi practitioners, in addition to the depletion of accumulated spiritual energy, they will even wear out the Tao, especially if they are not careful, they will also damage the ancestral shade and yin virtue in the underworld.

Even if it is a sword cultivator like Yuan Huajing, it seems that there is nothing to do, but in fact, it is not the case, it is also necessary to use the sword qi to protect the road of this great Li iron horseman, and it is consumed all the time.

Therefore, this errand of traveling to the underworld road at night is a thankless task for anyone, and several yamen in the Dali court will of course make up for it afterwards, but if you really want to think about it, it is still obvious profit and loss.

But even so, it is still the same, but it is only the simplest duty.

The woman who was walking side by side with Han Tianjin was the ghost monk, and she asked in her heart, "How do you look when you see that young hidden official?"

Han Dayjin said with a smile: "Excellent, personable, sword immortal." ”

The female ghost pouted, "But since he has come all the time, just from a distance, I don't admire him as much as before." ”

Han Yanjin explained with a smile: "He is a sword immortal, even if he is still a martial arts master who has entered the gods, what can he do." ”

The female ghost nodded, thinking deeply, "That's right!

It's just that I can't avoid regrets in my heart.

What's the matter, the female ghost can't think of spring, a young man from the same township, for the sake of his beloved woman, has been alone in the city for many years, and she is not allowed to admire a few points.

That's all she is

temper, when we meet in the future, I don't say anything about a hungry tiger pounceing on a sheep, and the old lady can rub a few taels of oil.

Chen Ping'an was on the branch on the top of the mountain, and finally carefully looked at the specific situation of the 30,000 battlefield yin spirits.

The next moment, a brilliant sword light broke through the night.

Shining on the road of the earth, it was as bright as day, and it was delicate, but the most unusual thing was that the sword qi was so vast and magnificent, and all the yin spirit ghosts on the yin and underworld path were actually fearless, but even those ghost things that were already cloudy in their minds were unreasonably added a bit of clarity to their eyes.

In the distance, there was suddenly a virtual appearance of a mountain, such as the golden body of the monk, standing up on the road.

Under the feet of the heroes of Wenwu Temple, Yu Yu and Xiao Shami, who are the leaders of the passers-by, ripples and sparkling under the moonlit night, just like ...... There is an extra mirror-like waterway.

It is a good pattern of mountains and rivers interdependent, the mountains are full of energy, and the waterways are full of aura.

Not only that, but Xiao Shami suddenly lowered his head and turned his head, and was surprised to find that a golden scripture appeared under his feet in the procession of ghosts that stretched for miles behind him.

All the yin spirits and ghosts, when they walk on this road, there are golden lotus flowers blooming under their feet one by one, swaying and swaying.

The road under the feet of the Confucian scholar Lu Hui, the yin spirit following behind him, under the feet is a snow-white text refined from a piece of poems, the words are connected into sentences, sentences become poems, and poems become roads.

At the feet of Daolu Geling and several Daomen real people, there are mysterious and mysterious Taoist tips, which make a road show colorful glazed colors.

And Yu Yu was shocked to find that on the road in front of him, in the light of the water, a virtual flying sword as big as a boat appeared, paved into the road.

The vision didn't stop there, when the green shirt in the extreme distance began to slowly climb the mountain, and in an instant, golden silk threads bloomed from his body, drifting away, pulling the more than 30,000 heroic souls who died on the battlefield one by one.

One person climbs the mountain and drags forward.

With the loss of his own merits, he refined countless long lines of cause and effect, and the 30,000 yin spirits behind him pulled each other, and the green shirt took the lead.

After that, the back of the mountaineering in the green shirt, the pace became faster and faster, and finally walked against the wind, like a virtual boat, a ferry, one person led 30,000 heroic spirits, trekking through mountains and rivers together, flying forward, with an unimaginable speed, rushed to the water and land puja and Zhou Tian Dajiao.

A group of mountain and water gods and qi practitioners from all walks of life seem to have nothing to do at the moment.

Just follow.

Rao is Dao heart is as strong as a sword cultivator Yuan Hua realm, and he was also speechless.

Song Xu smiled knowingly, Chen Yinguan would indeed "chat".

His Royal Highness Song Xu, the prince of the Song family, put away his thoughts, and saluted with the back figure from afar, fascinated by it.

The female ghost was speechless, and after a long time, she muttered: "Don't you give up all the merits? ”

Han Tianjin's eyes were shining, and he said with a smile: "He is a hidden official, and it is not unusual to do anything." ”

The green shirt, after approaching the destination, just turned around and clenched his fists with those battlefield heroes, and then the sword turned into a rainbow and left.

Maybe among the night parade tonight, there are the border guards on the snowy road back then, or their battlefield robes.

A carriage hanging on the tail of the team, because the right attendant of the Ministry of Rites in the carriage is not a cultivator on the mountain, it is not appropriate to get too close, this right attendant of the Ministry of Rites called a fellow border general, after the two sides discussed, Song Xu and Yuan Huajing, all the gods and monks have received an order, tonight's matter, no one can leak it out for the time being, and they have to wait for the news from the Ministry of Rites.

On the top of a silent mountain range on the border of Gyeonggi, Chen Ping'an's figure fell, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and began to sit cross-legged, stabilizing the chaotic atmosphere of the small world in his body.

Lao Xiucai came quietly and said with a smile: "I have worked hard to save some money, and I don't want it if I don't want it?"

The closed disciple's move was very heartfelt, not only to help lead the way, but also to use a method, before doing things, be sincere, first explain his identity as a Confucian monk to heaven and earth, so that he can only give merit and not earn any merit.

Chen Ping'an immediately opened his eyes and said with a smile: "It is a matter of course to come from heaven and earth and return it to heaven and earth. It's like working hard to make money, but it's not like spending money at will. Besides, you can earn it again in the future. ”

Lao Xiucai squatted aside, hummed, let Chen Ping'an rest for a while, and sighed for no reason: "I pity Meihuayue, and I can't bear to sleep all night." ”

Chen Ping'an echoed: "I can't bear to sleep all night, Yuehuamei takes pity on me." ”

Lao Xiucai high-fived him with a boxer, "Wonderful." ”

Chen Ping'an said: "In the end, he is a disciple of Mr. ”

Lao Xiucai smiled: "Stinky boy, there is no outsider here at this time, isn't it a waste." ”

Chen Ping'an simply stopped breathing and breathing, took out two pots of glutinous rice wine from his hometown, and one pot with his husband.

Lao Xiucai smiled and asked, "This swordsmanship is still not good at learning, why don't you ask Ning Yatou for advice?"

Chen Ping'an said honestly: "Sir, it's really not that I don't have the face to learn this swordsmanship from Ning Yao, just my cheek, who to learn from is not to learn, and there is no need to be hypocritical with Ning Yao, besides, when I practiced boxing, I first spread out the boxing book on the table, learned the words from Ning Yao, and solved the boxing thoughts." But I don't want Ning Yao to think too much, for example, let her feel that she feels that her sword practice is too easy and smooth, but when she comes to my side, it is to endure hardship, in fact, there is no hardship, to be honest, practicing sword is much easier than learning boxing. ”

Lao Xiucai said: "It's just that in comparison, it's not easy. ”

Then Lao Xiucai stroked his beard and smiled, and couldn't help but praise: "This is old good." ”

Only about the love between men and women, but also about Huigen, especially the ability to apply what he has learned, several of his own disciples, Cui Yun, left and right, Jun Qian, Xiao Qi, I am afraid that all together, they are not as good as the closed disciple around him.

Chen Ping'an suddenly felt guilty and said: "It seems that Mr. always works so hard, and I don't want Mr. to save worry and effort." ”

Lao Xiucai took a sip of wine and laughed softly: "Say something stupid, don't say it in the future, otherwise Mr. will be angry." ”

When I was angry, I couldn't help but want to scold Zuo and Jun Qian, but now these two are not around, one is at the site of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and the other is running to see Bai Ye in the Qing Ming World, and it is even more uncomfortable to scold.

Lao Xiucai rolled his eyes, coughed, and whispered: "Peace, Ning Yatou didn't know why, she spoke, let the two of us go to your senior brother's house to catch up." ”

Chen Ping'an turned his head and said with a sad look in his eyes: "Sir, what the hell is going on." No matter how hard you work for your disciples, you can't do this. ”

Lao Xiucai was even more worried, and raised the wine jug stupidly, "Go one, go one." ”

Chen Ping'an complained: "Go with a hammer, Mr. will drink it himself." ”

Lao Xiucai sighed, and suddenly said: "By the way, peace, Mr. was at the inn and helped you give the letter of appointment, and Ning Yatou accepted it, but Ning Yatou also said that the wedding banquet had to be held in Feisheng City first." ”

Chen Ping'an's eyes lit up, "Sir, go one by one." ”

Lao Xiucai shook his arms and said to himself: "Go with a hammer, Mr. drink it himself." ”

Chen Ping'an must bump the wine pot with Mr., "Mr. has worked hard and has made great achievements, so he can't do it!"

Lao Xiucai drank the wine and said: "By the way, Ning Yatou still needs to go to the Confucian Temple with me, there are some things, Lisheng wants to say, it's not that Lisheng has a big shelf, and he doesn't want to go to Aquarius in person, but since it belongs to talking about business, it is in line with the etiquette system on the side of Gongdelin." Peace, you can rest assured, they are all their own family, whoever is embarrassed by the salute will not be embarrassed Ning girl, this round trip, it does not take too much time. ”

Chen Ping'an nodded lightly without any objections.

The gentleman and disciples drank wine at the top of the mountain here, and returned to the alley of the capital together, as for the inn, forget it.

The old Yuanying monk blocked the road again, frowned, and said, "Chen Ping'an, forget about you and Ning Yao, it is not in accordance with the rules to bring another outsider." ”

Zhao Duanming didn't dare to speak for Brother Chen, who he had just recognized, in this kind of matter.

Lao Xiucai looked at the young man and asked with a smile: "This young man Junyan has been struck by lightning several times?"

Zhao Duanming nodded and said: "The hero doesn't mention the courage of the year, less than ten times." ”

Chen Ping'an explained with a smile: "It's my husband, not an outsider." ”

Liu Jia was puzzled: "Which gentleman?"

Lao Xiucai pulled the placket and shook his sleeves.

Chen Ping'an continued: "It is the gentleman of the younger generation, that is, the gentleman of Senior Brother Cui and Mr. Qi. ”

The old monk's face was full of disbelief, and he was so nervous for a while that he didn't dare to speak.

Even if the statue of the Holy Saint of Wen has long been moved out of the Middle Earth Temple of Literature and has not been able to eat cold pig's head meat for many years, for a mountain monk like Liu Jia, a Confucian saint who was once able to stand side by side with Lisheng and Yasheng, a Confucian saint who can teach the embroidered tiger Cui Yun, the sword immortal and Mr. Qi, and when the original existence of a distant existence in the sky is really close at hand, except for being cramped and uneasy, he doesn't dare to say a word, and he really has no other choice.

Zhao Duanming asked in his heart: "Brother Chen, is it really a Wen Sheng?"

Chen Ping'an nodded and smiled: "Otherwise?"

Zhao Duanming immediately saluted and said, "Da Li Tianshui Zhao family disciple, Zhao Duanming, meet Master Wensheng!"

Lao Xiucai smiled and said, "Immortal Master Liu, Duanming, you can't be so polite." ”

Liu Jia hugged his fists and said in a trembling voice: "Liu Jia has seen Wen Sheng. ”

Lao Xiucai waved his hand, walked in the alley with Chen Ping'an, and arrived at the gate of the courtyard, because the door was not locked, Chen Ping'an pushed the door open, turned his head, and found that Mr. was standing outside the door and had not crossed the threshold for a long time.

Chen Ping'an stopped and waited quietly for Mr.

Lao Xiucai looked inside the door, didn't move for a long time, and muttered to himself: "Since your luck is so bad and you have become my first apprentice, then Mr. will not say that you have worked hard." There are some things that the gentleman did not do correctly. ”

The old people inside the door, the old people outside the door, and the sages have been lonely since ancient times.

In the end, Lao Xiucai did not walk into the crowd Yiyun Building, but sat on the stone bench in the courtyard outside the library, Chen Ping'an moved some books from the library on the table, and Lao Xiucai drank wine and slowly flipped through the books to read.

In fact, they are all the works of the old Xiucai who have not yet become the literary saints, so most of them are the first editions and first engravings, but they seem to be poorly engraved and not sophisticated enough, but the pages are unusually neat, like new books, and the title pages of each book do not have any book seals of later generations of booksellers, let alone any narration annotations.

Chen Ping'an sat on the threshold of the study building, breathing, closing his eyes and recuperating, only the sound of Mr. turning a book in his ears.

In the end, Lao Xiucai turned to a page, which happened to be the content of the unmasking chapter, and Lao Xiucai closed the book and only put the book in his sleeve.

There was nothing to do and nothing to say all night, only the bright moon was gone, the sun was rising, and the world was bright.