Entering the entry city, Chen Ping'an was not in a hurry to travel with Pei Qian and Zhou Mili, first twisted out a yellow paper Yang Qi lantern talisman from his sleeve, and then made a sword trick with two fingers, and gently wiped it around the talisman, Chen Ping'an always observed the burning speed of the talisman, counted silently in his heart, and waited until a lantern talisman slowly burned out, and then said to Pei Qian: "The degree of aura is no different from the sea outside the ferry, but the speed of the passage of time seems to be slightly slower than that of the outside world." We try not to delay here for too long and leave this place within a month. ”

Pei Qian nodded, and understood that the ferry giant city under his feet was mostly a secret realm of broken mountains and rivers similar to a small cave, but it was refined by a master, just like Mrs. Qingzhong's Lushui puddle, which was already a small world.

Chen Ping'an

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the city is thin, and it is not a suitable cultivation ground for qi refining, of course, it does not rule out the possibility of Wan Yao Sect and the Three Mountains Blessed Land, someone or a certain place,. The whale swallowed half of the one, and even occupied more aura and luck, and finally made a small world, like the sea returning to ruins.

Pei Qian looked at the flow of people on the street, his gaze was a few points higher, and he looked farther, and the pavilions and pavilions were actually clearer and clearer the farther away, which was too contrary to common sense, as if as long as the visitors had a heart, they could see the ends of the world all the way.

Pei Qian's final gaze fell on a very distant high-rise corridor, there was a palace maid's appearance of a young woman's back, tiptoe in the bright moonlit night, stretched out her arms high, revealing a white jade lotus-like wrist, hung up a bamboo lantern, the palace maid suddenly looked back, beautiful posture, she smiled at Pei Qian, Pei Qian was not surprised by this, but slightly shifted his gaze, in the distance, between the two towering color buildings, there is a covered bridge, such as a hanging colorful rainbow hanging in the corner of the sky, in the middle of the corridor, there is a silver-eyed young man with antlers, his hands are intertwined, his hands are intertwined, his chest is crossed, and his big sleeves are dragged to the ground, just like the so-called emperor in the pavilion on a fairy book, is looking at Pei Qian.

Pei Qian's eyes turned again, a rich mansion built on a hill, Zhu Lou Bitile, carved beams and jade buildings, among which there was a woman with a dress and satin luster like moonlight, wearing a golden crown, leaning against the beauty, smearing rouge, lightly touching the lips, after discovering Pei Qian's gaze, it seemed to be frightened, the beauty immediately picked up a fan, but curious, so just with a delicate fan painted with dense flowers, covering half of her face, facing Pei Qian, only to see the woman's half bright red lips, half of the snow-white face, as if she recognized that Pei Qian's posture was not outstanding, she raised her eyebrows lightly, her eyebrows were lightly raised but not frivolous, just a little provocative。

Pei Qian immediately put away his gaze, rubbed his forehead, just looked at a few more glances in the distance, and was a little dizzy, Pei Qian refocused his eyes, selected those closer scenery and pedestrians, at the corner of the end of the street in front of him, a team of patrol cavalry appeared, the first to ride, immediately holding a halberd, people and mounts are wearing armor, and the generals are wearing iron armor, such as fish scales. The road was congested and overcrowded, and the armored generals occasionally lifted the halberd in their hands and gently pushed away those passers-by who accidentally collided with the cavalry.

Pei Qian first talked to Chen Ping'an about what he saw in his eyes, and then said softly: "Master, these people in the city are a bit similar to the so-called 'living immortals' in an ancient book of the Yu family, and they are not the same as the 'half-dead people' like the Fu Qi Beauty of the Fox Country, as well as the paper people in the white paper blessed land. ”

Fu puppets, the most inferior, are the finishing touches of the immortal family who rely on the courage of the talisman to give birth to spiritual wisdom, but in fact, there is no real physical soul that belongs to them.

Chen Ping'an heard of the "Living Immortal" for the first time, and was very curious, and asked in his heart: "Living Immortal?

Pei Qian was stunned for a moment, and glanced at the master, because she mistakenly thought that the master was testing her own knowledge, and waited until she was sure that the master really didn't know this statement, and then explained the record in the rare miscellaneous book. The most crucial sentence is that the soul of the living is detained in the water prison where the words are reflected, or in the prison mountain where the peaks are stacked. But the book doesn't say how to crack it.

Chen Ping'an nodded, that is, it is a bit similar to Pu Yu's natal flying sword, the transformation of virtual and real, only in one mind? It's just that in the world, apart from Cui Yun and Cui Dongshan, who can manifest so many thoughts? And how can it support so many residents in the city to "talk to themselves" and "think to themselves"? Or are all the local people in the city being used as a blank sheet of paper at the same time? It's a pity that Cui Dongshan is not around, otherwise it is estimated that this student, when he arrives in this city, he will only be like a fish in water?

Chen Ping'an traveled far away in his early years, whether he was walking with Lutai in Tongyezhou, or meeting the black-clothed scholar in Ghost Valley, he hoped that the younger generation of Luoluo Mountain in the future would not read much and suffer too much like himself. I hope that one day, I will go down the mountain to experience, rely on the collection of books on my own mountain, and be well-read and knowledgeable, so that I can take some opportunities in finding opportunities, and I can also have fewer unnecessary accidents.

Now it seems that it is the founding disciple that Chen Ping'an did not expect the most, and Pei Qian took the lead in doing this. But of course, this is inseparable from Pei Qian's memory is too good and he learns boxing too quickly.

It seems that on the road of life, there are more "originally thought" and "only discovered".

Pei Qian squatted down, Zhou Mili turned out the basket, the little girl in black went out this time, adhering to the purpose of not revealing the yellow and white, she didn't bring the golden little flat pole, just carried a green bamboo cane.

Chen Ping'an and Pei Qian guarded the millet grains in the middle, and walked into the bustling streets of the city together, pedestrians on the road, mixed words, or chatting about homely things, two of them came to meet each other, Chen Ping'an and they gave way to the road, the two were arguing about a sentence of Jiaguang to the sun, some people quoted scriptures, saying that it was only right to the moon, and the other person was red-faced, arguing, and coldly handed out an old fist, knocking the people around him to the ground. And when the man who fell to the ground got up, he was not angry, but went away to dispute the authenticity of the post after the rain.

Pei Qian said softly: "Master, everyone is talking about the Great Elegance of the Middle Earth Divine Continent. ”

Chen Ping'an nodded, "Watch more and listen more." ”

The team of horsemen rode their horses, all the men and horses were armoured, such as overcoming thorns, passers-by on the street avoided one after another, and the first rider lifted the halberd slightly, but the tip of the halberd still pointed to the ground, so it did not seem too condescending, domineering, the rider said in a deep voice: "Who is coming, report the name." ”

Chen Ping'an clenched his fists and smiled: "Cao Mo." ”

Pei Qian replied, "Zheng Qian." ”

Millet grains learned the same way and said, "Zhou is dumb." ”

The rider nodded, reminding: "There are no provocations and fights in the city, no forced buying and selling, no unauthorized lifting, and there are no other taboos. ”

After some inquiry, there was no conflict, and the cavalry turned their horses' heads and continued to patrol the streets. Went to a nearby bookstore, Chen Ping'an found that the books sold, most of them are well-engraved local chronicles, turned over more than a dozen, are the old books of the ancient dynasty of Haoran world, the "Tanzhou Mansion Chronicles" in his hand, according to the territory, ceremonies, eunuchs, loyalty, Wenyuan, martial arts, etc., are screened and listed by dynasties, and they are extremely detailed. Many local chronicles are also attached to the family, the table, the water conservancy, the school, the tomb, etc. Chen Ping'an gently rubbed the paper with his fingers, sighed, just buy books, it will be a waste of money, because all books and papers are the manifestation of some kind of supernatural Taoism, not substance, otherwise as long as the price is fair, Chen Ping'an really doesn't mind scavenging and buying it to Luoluo Mountain to enrich the library.

Chen Ping'an kept taking the book and putting it down, but he couldn't find any of the government chronicles about the Dali and Daduan dynasties in the bookstore.

Just look at it and don't buy it, it's definitely not a guest that any store in the world will like, but Chen Ping'an is ready to be driven out of the house, and he has to roughly judge the age of the ferry through this matter.

The shopkeeper of the bookstore is an elegant old man with a polite manner, who is flipping through the books, but he doesn't mind Chen Ping'an rummaging through and picking up the bad books, after about a stick of incense, the patient old man finally smiled and asked, "Where do the guests come from?"

As soon as Zhou Mili heard the question and remembered the reminder of the good man mountain master before, the little girl immediately felt like a great enemy, and quickly covered her mouth with her hands.

Chen Ping'an rubbed the head of the millet grain, and replied with a smile with the shopkeeper: "From outside the city." ”

"It's good to say that it's always been somewhere. The old shopkeeper shook his head and muttered to himself, as if he was too disappointed with Chen Ping'an's answer, so he stopped talking.

Chen Ping'an smiled and asked, "Shopkeeper, how many places are there to sell books in the city?"

The old shopkeeper said helplessly: "Where can you know this, the guests will tell jokes." ”

A thin scribe in a Confucian shirt laughed and walked into the threshold of the bookstore, with beautiful hair, and did not look at Chen Ping'an and his party, but walked to the counter and laughed loudly with the old man in charge: "That group of peaks must have stood thousands of years ago, because of the great water in the valley, the sand and soil were all stripped away, and only the boulders remained, so they stood up to the peaks. ”

The shopkeeper's eyes lit up, "Shen Xiaokan is knowledgeable, and his whimsical ideas are like heaven, so there is no doubt that he is right." ”

The old shopkeeper immediately stooped down and took out the pen and ink from the cabinet, then took out a narrow note from the drawer, wrote down the words, gently inked, and finally turned around and pulled out a book, and sandwiched the note in it.

The old shopkeeper closed the book on the counter and handed it to the old patron surnamed Shen, who put it in his sleeve, laughed and left, approached the threshold, suddenly turned his head, stroked his beard and asked: "Can the boy know that the gap accumulation technique will be round, hindering the grid, and the void can accept the sound?"

Chen Ping'an shook his head with a smile: "I don't know." ”

In fact, Chen Ping'an knew some fur, otherwise he would not have borrowed those books from Liu Mao when he was in Huanghuaguan in Mirage City. It's just in this entry city, I don't know why.

"Young people nowadays, what the hell is going on, they don't know anything. ”

The beautiful bearded scribe who was called "Shen Xiaokan" by the shopkeeper was a little regretful, his expression was full of loss, and he changed his beard to pull his beard, as if he was in pain, shook his head and sighed, and left quickly.

Chen Ping'an left the bookstore with Pei Qian and millet grains.

Pei Qian said softly: "Master, that Master Shen, and the book presented by the shopkeeper behind it, it seems that they are all ...... It's true. ”

Chen Ping'an raised his finger and signaled to silence him, don't talk about this matter more.

I didn't think that the beautiful bearded scribe had turned around and walked over, and he took out the book that the old shopkeeper had given him, and asked, "Young man, how many years has it been since the Great Yan Calendar?" If you know, I will give you this book. ”

Chen Ping'an smiled and took out a small summer coin from the nearby things, which was a long-cherished thing, his right hand was raised, his palm was spread out, and the fairy money was written on one side, "Chang envy the world Zhuo Yulang".

That Shen Xiaokan's face changed slightly, Chen Ping'an picked up the little summer money with his left hand, and was about to turn it over, as soon as the bearded scribe caught a glimpse of the word "Su" on the opposite side, he was worried, turned his head, waved his hand again and again, and said: "The thief is cunning, I'm afraid of you." Go, go, let's say goodbye, don't say goodbye. ”

Chen Ping'an put away the fairy money again, and Pei Qian blinked, "Master, is it really the person who likes to carve 'envoys here' everywhere?"

Chen Ping'an nodded and said, "It's just that I don't know why, I will stay here." It's just that I thought that this old master would be angry and smash me in the face with that book. ”

Zhou Mili sighed: "It's really unpredictable, and the rivers and lakes are sinister. ”

Chen Ping'an patted the head of the millet grains and said with a smile: "The ups and downs of the Huan Sea, the clouds are treacherous, and the rivers and lakes are indeed sinister. ”

There is a fortune-telling stall on the street, the old Taoist is skinny and skinny, in front of the stall he drew a semicircle with charcoal, shaped like a half-round moon, just caged the stall, there are a lot of market children who are familiar with the stall, chasing and playing over there, frolicking and playing, the old Taoist stretched out his hand and slapped the stall heavily, scolded and scolded, the children immediately dispersed, the old Taoist saw Chen Ping'an passing by, and immediately straightened a crooked banner around him, and wrote a sentence on it, "If you want to take the recipe for longevity, first pass this fairy altar", suddenly opened his throat and shouted:" Ten thousand taels of gold are not sold, and the streets of the market will give you ......"

I never thought that the three people walked straight through the stall, ignored it, and deliberately turned a blind eye, and finally walked into a weapons shop adjacent to the stall. ”

Fortune teller stall aside, there is a small stall, cotton cloth on the side, put some old bottles and cans, there are men sick and sick head hanging low dozing, the old Taoist of the neighbor shouted loudly, failed to wake him up, wait until the old Taoist turned his head, suddenly said "stupid, business is coming, wake up", the man suddenly looked up, found that there was no one in front of the stall, and continued to doze, the old Taoist priest was a little unable to see the laziness of this man, and sneered: "In the past, Brother Jing, what a heroic spirit, now it has become a burden that can not earn money from being abducted and cheated." ”

The man just closed his eyes and recuperated, the old Taoist stood up from the bench, kicked down a nearby gilded vat, the size of a palm, the old Taoist sneered: "You said that it flowed out of the palace, maybe there are fools who believe a few points, you say that this thing is the sea, you can raise dragons, who believes? Hey, hey, it's gilded, it's not golden, it's not golden, look, the sins and sins have all faded." ”

The man was also a very good-tempered man, so he just bent down silently, grabbed the small water tank that had faded to kick, and set it up again.

The old Taoist kicked over the small vat again.

The man put the object in place again, but put it in a corner of the cotton cloth farther away from the Taoist priest, and said sullenly: "The world only knows that the ancestor rides a green ox, who knows you? You're not the same drinking the northwest wind here every day. ”

The old Taoist sat back on the bench and sighed. In fact, many of the old neighborhoods in the city, similar to the old people, have gradually disappeared.

And their pair of stall neighbors, no matter what, can still stay here, one once rode a green ox, traveled the world, and wanted a picture of the true ancestor of Wuyue. A young and lame donkey once rode a weak, lame old donkey, swaying around, and on the back of the donkey, there was a bearded swordsman and a big bow. The three-foot sword and the six-foot arc can both enter the water to kill Jiao.

Chen Ping'an entered the shop, picked up a scabbard, drew the knife out of the sheath, the knife seedlings are narrow, extremely sharp, the inscription "small eyebrows", Chen Ping'an bent his fingers, the knife body trembled but was silent, only the knife light rippled like water ripples, Chen Ping'an shook his head, the knife is a good knife, and it is the only "real knife" in this shop, Chen Ping'an is just a pity that the words of the old Taoist priest and the man with the burden of Zhai are blurred and can't be heard. This world is too weird.

The shopkeeper was a burly man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and said with a smile: "Obviously a man with a sword on his back, but he wants to come to the shop to pick up a knife, which is not like words." ”

An old man in a green shirt was begging bitterly, "The calligraphy on my ancestor really can't be seen by outsiders, so if it's good, sell it to me." ”

The man glanced at the old man, but he didn't bother to talk.

There was a commotion on the street, Chen Ping'an put the knife back into its sheath, put it back in its place, and asked the shopkeeper, "How do you sell this knife?"

The man smiled: "If you want to buy a knife, you can, it's not expensive." You only need to take a bowl of Chuzhou sour plum soup, half a catty of Tongling white ginger, and a little seasonal tender lotus root from Tangshan in exchange. ”

[520] Chen Ping'an smiled and asked, "Dare to ask where are these three things?"

The man replied, "Elsewhere in the city." ”

There was a commotion in the street, and then there was a burst of horses' hooves, it was the cavalry who had patrolled the city before, escorting a man to the outside of the armory shop, and he was a personable scholar.

The scholar walked into the shop, holding a wooden box in his hand, and after seeing Chen Ping'an and his party, he was obviously a little surprised, but he didn't speak, put the wooden box on the counter, and after opening it, it happened to be a bowl of sour plum soup, half a catty of white ginger and a few snow-white tender lotus roots.

After the man saw it, he actually had some tears in his eyes, and without saying a word, he bypassed the counter, said sorry to Chen Ping'an, picked up the long knife named "Xiaomei", and threw it to the scholar.

The old man who had asked the shopkeeper for a notebook before said sourly: "Lord Shao, you have come to us to search for land again, and you can wander around the three cities casually, this is a bit of a fake public and private, right?"

The scholar directly hung the knife on his waist, and then smiled with the old man: "Even if it is me, it is not easy to go in and out of the city." ”

The scholar surnamed Shao thought for a while, and said to the shopkeeper: "Take out the wordless post, I'll make up for it." ”

The shopkeeper narrowed his eyes, "Shao Baojuan, you can think about it, be careful of losing your hard-won position as the city lord." ”

The scholar smiled and didn't speak, and the man took out a calligraphy, no words, but it was smoky, and he saw that the treasure of the palace was sealed.

Chen Ping'an clasped his hands in his sleeves and stood aside to watch the excitement.

Shao Baojuan, the lord of the city elsewhere.

The sour plum soup of the city, the white ginger of Tongling and the tender lotus root of Tangshan.

This means that there are at least three cities on the ferry.

The scholar smiled and glanced at Chen Ping'an.

Chen Ping'an immediately smiled and nodded in apology and turned around.

Shao Baojuan stretched out a finger and pasted "writing" on the wordless, the shopkeeper nodded with a smile, put away the flowery calligraphy, and then took out another calligraphy, opening with "Son is endowed with obtuseness" and ending with "Begging to go". The man gave this calligraphy to the scholar and said, "Congratulations to the lord of Shao City, you have another treasure." ”

Shao Baojuan handed the calligraphy to the old man, and lightly recited the word "C", and the calligraphy was actually burning.

The old man was shocked at first, and then ecstatic, and took the burning calligraphy with both hands, as if he had finally fulfilled a wish, and when the calligraphy was burned out, he burst into tears on the spot, and he couldn't afford to make a gesture to the young city lord.

The scholar only said that he had admired your ancestors for a long time, and he should do so.

The old man lowered his head to wipe his tears, then took out a small bag from his sleeve, embroidered the word "E Green", and a fiber rope with a length of more than a foot, which was seriously worn.

The old man laughed softly: "This bag of snails is just weighing five hundreds." Coupled with this rope, the lord of Shao City lacks the embroidered shoes, and he can see Mrs. Kongtong. ”

Shao Bao rolled up and thanked him, without pretending to be polite, and put the bag and rope straight into his sleeve.

The old man's face was full of joy and he left in a hurry.

The scholar glanced at Chen Ping'an and the others, and then at Pei Qian and Zhou Mili's hiking sticks, and suddenly said, "Juluzhou, mural city, swaying river." ”

Chen Ping'an thought for a while, "Turn off the electricity, Ghost Valley, Jixiao Mountain." ”

Shao Baojuan smiled knowingly, "It's really you." ”

Chen Ping'an smiled: "It turned out to be you." ”

When Chen Ping'an crossed the swaying river for the first time, he pretended to be stupid and refused an opportunity to be a fairy family.

On the side of the mural city behind him, among them, the goddess of the inkstone, who was the best at fighting, soon took the initiative to recognize the master with a traveler from a foreign country. It was only later that Chen Ping'an learned about a secret record file of the Phi Ma Sect through the worship of Luoluo Mountain, Du Wensi, the Yuanying monk of the Phi Ma Sect, and learned that the Thunder Pool on the Jixiao Mountain in the Ghost Valley was once a broken sword washing pool of the Dou Patriarch's Yuan, one of the three divisions of the Ancient Thunder Ministry. Later, the two masters and servants who visited Muyi Mountain, the foreigner from Liuxiazhou, together with the goddess who hung the ancient inkstone on his waist to "turn on the electricity", won the fairy fate together. In fact, before those two, Chen Ping'an was the first to encounter the Jixiao Mountain Thunder Pool, but he couldn't move it, and only dug up some "golden bamboo whips".

Shao Baojuan said goodbye and left.

Chen Ping'an nodded in acknowledgment.

Out of the shop, Chen Ping'an found the old Taoist and asked loudly: "Then in the next life, there are thousands of cold plums in my hometown, but is there a tree full of flowers?"

Shao Baojuan glanced at Chen Ping'an, who was silent, turned around and smiled: "Tens of millions of trees bloom every year, nothing unusual." ”

The old Taoist laughed, got up on tiptoe, and picked up the gilded small water tank to Shao Baojuan, the scholar took it in his hand, and the man who was squatting on the ground and napping only didn't know, and he didn't care that his stall was missing a treasure.

Pei Qian was confused, and asked in a low voice, "Master, that old Taoist leader, is this asking you?"

How do you feel that the city lord Shao Baojuan is here to search for treasures everywhere in the city?

Chen Ping'an nodded, squinted and smiled: "Don't worry." ”

Pei Qian turned his head and found that Shao Baojuan had already walked into the distance, standing beside an old woman who sold cakes, neither buying cakes nor leaving, as if he was waiting for someone over there.

Soon a monk who carried the burden appeared, quite vigorous, his steps were extremely fast, and he said angrily: "I am a monk, I have learned the majesty of Buddhism for thousands of eons, and I have not yet become a Buddha. Sweep its caves and destroy its kind to repay the Buddha's kindness!"

Chen Ping'an stopped and looked solemn.

Passing by the old woman, the monk put down his burden, apparently planning to buy bread.

The old woman pointed to the burden on the ground where the monk was resting, and was about to ask, but Shao Baojuan had already preemptively asked, "What kind of text is this?"

The monk was about to answer.

Chen Ping'an frowned when he saw that Shao Baojuan was about to speak again, and said to the scholar in his heart: "This is a Buddhist case, what are you involved in." ”

Shao Baojuan smiled slightly, turned his head, seemed to be waiting for Chen Ping'an's words, and immediately asked in his heart: "How is it from the West?

"Oh?"

The old Taoist priest who set up the stall seemed to hear the voices of both sides, and immediately got up, but only stared at Chen Ping'an.

Chen Ping'an smiled, just looked at the scholar, "Step by step, interlocking, it's really calculating." ”