(Hey, the accident is not an accident.) ）

The young swordsman in the green shirt with the sword on his back, this time he traveled to the country of Caiyi, he still walked through the familiar low mountains, compared to the time when he traveled with Zhang Shanfeng, it seemed to be a ghost land with no vitality, and now there is no trace of yin and evil atmosphere, not to mention what kind of landscape-shaped place with abundant spiritual energy, after all, the green mountains and green waters are far better than in the past. With the memory all the way forward, finally in the night, came to a familiar ancient house, there are still two stone lions sitting at the gate, and there are slight changes, now the Spring Festival couplets are hung, and the painted door gods are also posted.

After knocking, be patient.

An old woman bent over, holding a lantern, opened the door with some difficulty, and saw the young man with a bright smile on his hat, quite tall, but a little thin, and carrying a sword on his back, looking like a foreign ranger who had traveled far away.

The old woman's face was pale, and the big night was really scary.

She tried not to frighten the visitors, after all, now that the house had weathered the difficulties, and there was a blessing in disguise, there was no need to deliberately scare away the ordinary masters, lest they be implicated.

The old woman asked softly, "This son, but you want to spend the night?"

The young man said with a smile: "Not only do you have to spend the night, but you also have to beg for wine and drink, and use a big bowl of fried meat with winter bamboo shoots to make a sapult." ”

The old woman was stunned, and then suddenly burst into tears, and asked in a trembling voice, "But Chen Gongzi?"

The person who came was Chen Ping'an, who went south alone.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Is the old lady in good health now?"

The old woman hurriedly grabbed Chen Ping'an's hand, as if she was afraid that this great benefactor would leave when she saw her, the hand holding the lantern was gently raised, wiped her tears with the back of her dry hand, and said excitedly: "Why did it take so long to come, how many years have it been, my body bones, if Chen Gongzi doesn't come again, he really can't hold on, how can he cook and cook for his benefactor, wine, yes, all for Chen Gongzi, so many years have not come, every year, how to drink enough......"

Chen Ping'an put the hat under his armpit, gently held the old woman's hand with both hands, and said guiltily: "Old mama, I'm late." ”

The old woman hurriedly turned her head and shouted, "Master, madam, Chen Gongzi is here, really here." ”

Yang Huang, a man who did not hesitate to become a ghost in order to renew his wife's life, wore a Confucian shirt and hurried to the door with a woman with a radiant look.

The husband and wife, when they saw Chen Ping'an, were about to kneel and kowtow.

A thousand words can't repay the great kindness of the year.

Chen Ping'an wanted to stop the two, but the old lady clenched his arm, obviously Chen Ping'an had to accept this gift.

Chen Ping'an had no choice but to give up.

Yang Huang and his wife Yingying stood up.

Only then did the old lady let go of her hand.

Yang Huang and his wife looked at each other and smiled.

The former young man seemed to be kung fu in the blink of an eye, but now he is a young man, he just looks a little thin and haggard, but he is more like a veritable sword fairy, which is really good.

The group walked into the house, Chen Ping'an naturally helped the old woman close the door, Yang Huang and his wife smiled even more, and complained a little to the old woman who robbed her duty, saying that these rough jobs that don't cost a few taels of effort, where do you need to work hard for Chen Gongzi.

The old woman said that she would go to the stove room to make a fire and make a supper. Chen Ping'an said that it was too late, and he would talk about it tomorrow. The old woman didn't agree, and the woman said that she also wanted to fry a few side dishes by herself, so she regarded it as inconsiderate hospitality, and barely picked up the wind and washed the dust for Chen Gongzi.

Yang Huang took Chen Ping'an to the familiar hall and sat down, and talked about the scene after Chen Ping'an left that year.

It's all good things.

Yang Huang, who almost fell into the Demon Dao back then, is now able to return to the path of cultivation, although it is said that after the Great Dao is delayed, it is destined to have no bright future, but now compared to the previous ghosts who are not human and ghost, it is really the difference between heaven and earth. It is necessary to know that Yang Huang was originally in the Divine Sect, and was regarded as the future Jindan Earth Immortal, and was focused on cultivating by the sect.

As for the wife who was originally "detained" on the embroidery floor, she was able to recover her appearance, and on the way to practice, she was even luckier than her husband Yang Huang, and she also broke through a realm, so now she has been able to stay in the backyard embroidery building with her true body, and travel at night with the yin spirit, that is, the spring outing and autumn are no longer hindered, and the secular woman is no different, and she no longer has to suffer day and night by the wind of heaven and earth, and the torment of the soul agitation.

Yang Huang asked some young Taoist priest Zhang Shanfeng and bearded swordsman Xu Yuanxia about it, and Chen Ping'an said them one by one.

Chen Ping'an also asked about the recent situation of the Rouge County City Taishou and the official eunuch Liu Gaohua, and Yang Huang told everything he knew, saying that Liu Taishou was promoted a few years ago, went to Qingzhou, Caiyi Country, to serve as the assassin history, and became a feudal official, which can be described as a glorious lintel, and then his daughter, who is now a disciple of the Divine Decree Sect, Liu Junshou can be promoted to the assassin history, which may not have nothing to do with it.

As for Liu Gaohua, over the years, he also took the initiative to come to the house twice, compared to the previous prodigal, like to indulge in the landscape under the pretext of indulgence, unwilling to take the test for fame, and now he has accepted his temperament, but the results of the previous examination were not good, and he was just a person, so the second time he came to the house, he drank a lot of sorrowful wine, complained a lot, and said that his father had spoken, if he failed to pass the Jinshi, he would marry a daughter-in-law and go home.

Chen Ping'an also asked the cultivator Mr. Fisherman, Yang Huang said that it was a coincidence, this old gentleman had just returned from a trip to the capital, just in the Rouge County City, and I heard that he received a female disciple named Zhao Luan, with excellent qualifications, but blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, and the old gentleman is also a little troubled, it is said that there is a leader of the immortal master on the mountain in Caiyi Country, and he fell in love with Zhao Luan, hoping that the old gentleman can give up his disciples, promise heavy gifts, and are willing to invite Mr. Fisherman as a mountain gate to worship, but the old gentleman did not agree.

Chen Ping'an heard this quietly and asked, "This immortal master, how is the wind evaluation, and what is the realm?"

Although Yang Huang said that he had been a ghost for so many years, he had hurt his soul and the foundation of his cultivation, but after all, he was a proud son of heaven who came out of the Divine Sect, and now he no longer has the slightest burden, so when it comes to the immortal master of the Caiyi Country, he still can't talk about any fears, and said with a smile: "Probably because I entered the Longmen realm a few years ago, so I got a little carried away. ”

Chen Ping'an nodded, "Understood, I'll inquire more." ”

Yang Huang said with a smile: "My statements are based on hearsay, and I can't do it accurately." ”

Drinks and food are served.

The sake is homemade with a lot of thought, and the dishes are full of color, flavor, and flavor.

The woman and the old lady are seated, and this house is not so old-fashioned and elegant.

Maybe she was thinking that Chen Ping'an would drink more, and the old lady gave the old lady a special wine glass with colorful clothes, but she brought Chen Ping'an a big wine bowl.

Yang Huang got up respectfully and gave Chen Ping'an a toast, and his wife Yingying and the old lady got up together.

Chen Ping'an had to hold the wine bowl in his hand, followed and got up, and said helplessly: "If this is the case again, I really don't dare to come as a guest next time." ”

After Yang Huang drank it all, he joked: "I'll talk about it next time Engong comes." ”

Chen Ping'an drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp, and the old woman was anxious, afraid that he would drink too fast and hurt his body, so he hurriedly persuaded him: "Drink slowly, drink slowly, the wine can't run out of the bowl." ”

Chen Ping'an said with a smile: "Old mama, I don't drink a lot of alcohol at this time, I'm happy today, drink more, it's a big deal to get drunk, and fall asleep." ”

While pouring wine into Chen Ping'an's bowl, the old woman still muttered: "No matter how good the amount of wine is, you still have to drink slowly, drink slowly, you can drink more." ”

Chen Ping'an nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll drink slowly and listen to the old lady." ”

Chen Ping'an roughly talked about his travel journey, saying that he left Caiyi Country and went to Comb Water Country, and then took the Xianjia Ferry, along the Dragon Road, went to the Old Dragon City, and then took the cross-continent ferry, and went to the Inverted Hanging Mountain, not directly back to Aquarius, but first went to Tongye Zhou, then returned to the Old Dragon City, and went to Qingluan Country before returning to his hometown. Among them, the Great Wall of Sword Qi and Shujian Lake, after Chen Ping'an hesitated, he did not mention it. During this period, he selected some interesting anecdotes to tell them, and Yang Huang and the woman listened to them with relish, especially Yang Huang, who was born in the head of the Zongzi Mountain, and knew that it was not easy to travel across continents.

Chen Ping'an drank more than two catties of wine this night, not a small drink, and this time he slept in the room where he stayed last time.

The next day, Chen Ping'an mostly accompanied the old lady to bask in the sun and chat. Chen Ping'an, who was supposed to leave on the third day, tried his best to keep the old lady and stayed for one more day.

At dawn, the autumn rain continued.

Chen Ping'an put on a hat again and said goodbye to the three at the gate of the ancient mansion.

I can't help but say that the autumn rain looks small, but it actually hurts the body, Chen Ping'an must put on a green robe, Chen Ping'an had to put it on, as for the sword raising gourd that leaked the identity of the "sword fairy" back then, it was naturally filled with home-brewed water for the old woman.

Before parting, the old grandmother stood under the eaves again and held Chen Ping'an's hand, "Don't think the old grandmother is too talkative, and she doesn't want to come in the future." ”

Chen Ping'an said softly: "How come, I'm so drunk and greedy, old mamma, you don't know, how many times have I thought about the wine and food here over the years." ”

The old lady lowered her head and wiped her tears, "That's good, that's good." ”

Chen Ping'an helped the hat, said goodbye softly, and left slowly.

After walking some distance, the young swordsman suddenly turned around, walked backwards, and waved goodbye to the old lady and the couple.

The old lady shouted: "Young Master Chen, don't forget next time, remember to bring that Ning girl here as a guest!"

Chen Ping'an blushed slightly, and said loudly: "Okay!"

In the rain curtain, the bamboo hats, green clothes, and the backs of young people gradually faded away.

The old woman was very sad, Yang Huang was worried that she would not be able to endure the autumn rain and cold, so he asked the old woman to go back first, and the old woman waited until she couldn't see the young man's figure at all, and then returned to the house.

The woman's voice was soft, and she shouted softly: "Husband?"

Then she was a little ashamed, and did not continue, but apologized: "Husband, don't blame the warbler for being a cheesy philistine. ”

The thought in her heart immediately vanished, and she muttered: "Where is it good to distract Chen Gongzi from these trivial matters, my husband has done a good job, and I don't mention it at all." We really shouldn't be so unpopular. ”

Yang Huang held one of her hands and said with a smile: "You are also good for me." ”

The woman suddenly felt better and said with a smile: "Husband, a good person will definitely be rewarded, right?"

Yang Huang said: "I'm not sure about other good people, but I hope Chen Ping'an will be like this." ”

The woman Yingying smiled, "I suddenly felt that Chen Gongzi was just a guest at home to drink, and he was very happy." ”

Yang Huang snorted and said with emotion: "In autumn, it is like a spring breeze. ”

In the rain.

Chen Ping'an made a slight detour and came to a mountain temple that was newly included in the landscape spectrum of the court of the Caiyi Kingdom, and strode into it.

During the autumn harvest, early in the morning, there were no pilgrims in the mountain temple built on the ruins of an obscene shrine.

Chen Ping'an picked up the hat, shook the raindrops, and crossed the threshold.

No longer deliberately conceal the fist intent and qi.

The local mountain god immediately showed a golden body, a burly armored general, who walked out of the painted god statue, worried, clasped his fists and saluted: "The little god greets the immortal master." ”

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "There is a lot of trouble, I came here to ask, there are monks in the nearby Xianjia Mountain who covet the aura of that house." ”

It is neither the official language of Caiyi State, nor the elegant language of Aquarius, but the official language of Da Li.

Now that he is familiar with the official language of Da Li, it is a must for all the gods of the mountains and rivers in the middle of Aquarius, the mountain god smiled awkwardly, and was about to brew some decent wording, but he never thought that the young sword immortal with a terrifying atmosphere had put on the hat again, "Then there is the old man of the mountain god to take care of one or two." ”

This mountain god only felt that the ghost closed the door and turned around, and immediately said in a deep voice: "Don't dare to say anything, the immortal master just rest assured, the little god and Yang Huang and his wife can be described as neighbors, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, and the little god knows it in his heart." ”

Before Chen Ping'an hugged his fists and left, he reminded with a smile: "It's just that I haven't been here." ”

This new mountain god, who was legitimately enshrined by the court of Caiyi Country and was responsible for sitting in this feng shui treasure, nodded quickly, knowing it in his heart.

If you are not smart enough, you will not have the ability to compete for this piece of fragrant bread just by relying on your meritorious deeds before death and your yin virtue after death.

Chen Ping'an left the mountain temple.

The mountain god wandered slowly in the main hall, and finally made up his mind that the house would not be provoked in the future, and no matter how much aura he had, it was not something he could get a piece of.

Chen Ping'an went to Rouge County in Caiyi Country and handed over the pass at the city gate, which was a brand-new household registration genealogy that Wei Bai obtained, of course, it was still the family of Longquan County, Dali.

After asking all the way, I finally asked where Mr. Fisherman's house was.

It is a quiet alley with only the sound of rain.

Chen Ping'an knocked on the knocker.

Soon walked out of a tall and thin young man with a wooden expression, and after seeing Chen Ping'an, the young man hesitated, as if he was not sure of Chen Ping'an's identity.

Chen Ping'an greeted with a smile: "Zhao Shuxia." ”

The young man was pleasantly surprised: "Mr. Chen!"

Chen Ping'an nodded, and looked at the tall and thin young man, there was not much fist intent, but it was pure, it should be a martial artist of the Three Realms for the time being, but there was still a considerable distance from breaking the realm. Although it is not the kind of martial arts embryo that Cen Yuanji can see through at a glance, Chen Ping'an prefers Zhao Shuxia's "meaning", it seems that over the years, Zhao Shuxia's six-step pile of "stealing" has not been practiced.

The young man was the Zhao Shuxia who was holding a firewood knife to protect a little girl.

Zhao Shuxia closed the door and led Chen Ping'an into the backyard of the house together, Chen Ping'an asked with a smile: "I taught you that boxing pile back then, and I finished it 100,000 times?"

Zhao Shuxia was a little embarrassed, scratched his head and said: "According to what Mr. Chen said back then, one punch at a time, over the years, I didn't dare to be lazy, but I walked too slowly, and I only finished more than 163,000 punches." ”

Chen Ping'an asked, "Have you ever fought against the enemy?" or the guidance of a master. ”

Zhao Shuxia shook his head and said, "No." ”

Chen Ping'an was relieved, if Zhao Shuxia had many battles of life and death, his fist was skillful, and he was polished without edges and corners, his punches would be faster and faster, and after so many years, there should not be only 160,000 punches, but if not, it can only be a slow punch, dripping water through the stones, and it is naturally difficult for the fist pile to go fast. But this kind of slowness, Chen Ping'an is not worried, the fist intention is in the body, just like the bowl of wine handed over by the old grandmother, as long as it is served flat, the wine can't run away, bit by bit, the fist intent is all on the body. But if the mind is slack, the fist will be frivolous, the wine will splash, and it will be difficult to survive the big pass of the three realms in the future, and the martial artist will break the bottleneck of the three realms, from the three realms of refining the body to the three realms of refining qi, it is extremely difficult, Chen Ping'an has suffered a lot, Zhu Lu just couldn't survive it by himself, and he relied on the ointment of the Yang family's pharmacy to break through the realm, and the new female disciples of the old man Yang are all relying on themselves to get through, and then they are also female martial artists, but they have a different future in martial arts.

Zhao Shuxia took Chen Ping'an to the secluded backyard, where the old man in a Confucian shirt and a young girl with beautiful eyebrows and eyes stood side by side under the eaves.

Zhao Shuxia smiled and said, "Mr. Chen is here!"

Chen Ping'an took off his hat, hugged his fists and said with a smile: "I've seen Mr. Fisherman." ”

Then he looked at Zhao Luan, who was just a girl, "Luan Luan, long time no see." ”

The white-haired old Confucian didn't dare to recognize Chen Ping'an for a while.

The change is too great.

Although it is true that they have been separated for many years, it is still difficult for the old Confucian to overlap the image of the slender and elegant young man in front of him with the image of the young man in the bamboo box.

It was the "Luan Luan" back then, with tears on his face, crying and laughing, and his voice trembled slightly and shouted Mr. Chen.

For Chen Ping'an.

She can't be overgrateful and missed.

Over the years, she has been thinking about that person, thinking about all the boredom, tribulations, grievances, and happiness on the path of cultivation, she will think of that person back then.

Brother Zhao Shuxia always likes to joke with her, and as she gets older, she hides her thoughts more and more, saving her brother's ridicule from becoming more and more excessive.

Zhao Shuxia has a dull temperament, and it is only on Luanluan's side, who is tantamount to his own sister, that he will not hide it.

The four of them sat down together and met again at the ancient mansion, drinking wine and tea.

The tea is pregnant with wisps of aura, which is also for Zhao Luan's cultivation, the better the talent, the smoother the walking, the more food, clothing, housing and transportation, the more gold and silver mountains are consumed.

Mr. Fisherman, whose surname is Wu and his name is Shuowen, is an old Confucian monk. Chen Ping'an only had respect for him, otherwise he would not dare to entrust Zhao Shuxia and Luan Luan to the old man.

It can be seen that the old Confucian treats Luan Luan and Zhao Shuxia really live up to their trust.

And Chen Ping'an has also been a little reluctant to go over the years, as the experience of the rivers and lakes has become thicker and thicker, and he has become more and more aware of the sinister nature of people's hearts, the more he knows that the so-called good deeds of the year may actually bring a lot of trouble to the old Confucian scholars.

Just set foot in the mountains and practice.

It's the same as being involuntarily.

Not in the rivers and lakes, there are many less disputes and contests that are very likely to involve life and death, not on the mountain, that is, unfortunate, because a lifetime can not appreciate the path of immortality, that bizarre and wonderful picture, can not live a long life, but it is not a kind of stable luck.

Moreover, the better Zhao Luan's talent, the greater the burden on the old Confucian scholar's shoulders and heart, how can he not delay Zhao Luan's cultivation? How can he ask Zhao Luan for an immortal technique that matches his qualifications? How can he ensure that Zhao Luan cultivates with peace of mind and does not have to worry about the consumption of immortal money?

Before, Chen Ping'an couldn't think of these things at all.

Only by traveling thousands of miles and seeing hundreds of people and thousands of things can we truly know that it is not easy to be a "good person", and can we empathize more with the countless sufferings in the world.

So before entering the Caiyi Country, Chen Ping'an first went to the Ancient Yu Country and found the elm spirit charm who had already formed a mortal enemy, the national teacher of the Ancient Yu Kingdom.

Because I was worried that this high-ranking spirit would go to trouble the ancient mansion. The assassin sneak attack in the Comb Water Country back then made Chen Ping'an remember it deeply.

When he arrived at the important place in the capital of other people's territory, it was very simple, Chen Ping'an came to the door, met him, and knocked him down with three fists.

The opponent's injuries were not light, and at least thirty years of diligent cultivation were put into practice.

Ask him again if he wants to continue pestering, and have the courage to send assassins to hunt him down.

The national teacher of Gu Yuguo, who showed himself as a scholar, was already covered with blood at that time, and he fell to the ground, so he didn't dare.

After all, there were two flying swords at that time, one hovering at the center of his eyebrows, and the tip of the flying sword pointed straight at his heart.

Chen Ping'an left.

And deliberately at a tea stall outside the gate of the capital of Guyu Kingdom, Chen Ping'an sat there, waiting for the back hand of the national teacher.

But no.

Chen Ping'an went to Caiyi Country at this time.

Chen Ping'an took a sip of hot tea and said straight to the point: "Mr. Wu, I heard that the Caiyi state-owned monk wants to accept Luan Luan as a disciple?"

Wu Shuowen nodded, and said worriedly: "If that great immortal master really has the heart to teach Luan Luan the immortal method, I will not give up, and I will not spoil Luan Luan's chance, but the reason why this great immortal master insists on Luan Luan going up the mountain to cultivate is half because he values Luan Luan's qualifications, and half ...... Alas, it is the sister-in-law of the Great Immortal Master, a prodigal son with a very poor character, at a banquet in the capital of Caiyi Country, he saw Luan Luan, forget it, such a pickled matter, don't mention it. It's really not good, so I took Luan Luan and the tree and left the middle of the Aquarius Continent together, and there are more than a dozen countries including this colorful clothing country, and I won't stay. ”

Chen Ping'an asked, "What are the names of that Xianjia Mountain and the father and son, how far is it from Rouge County, and what is the approximate location?"

Although Wu Shuowen was puzzled, he still made it clear one by one, the hazy mountain, which is more than 1,200 miles away from Rouge County, is of course a landscape road on foot.

Chen Ping'an drank a bowl of tea, got up and said with a smile: "Then I'll go to the Misty Mountain Patriarch Hall first, and then talk about it when I come back, it won't take too long." ”

Wu Shuowen got up and shook his head and said: "Gongzi Chen, don't be impulsive, this matter still needs to be considered in the long run, the mountain protection array of the Hazy Mountain is good at attacking, and there is another Dragon Gate Realm immortal sitting in the ......"

Chen Ping'an looked calm and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I'm going to be reasonable, it doesn't make sense...... Let's just say something else. ”

There were some words that Chen Ping'an did not say.

The truth that can be talked about at the moment, a person can't always hold it back, and then talk about it. For example, Hazy Mountain. Those who can't talk about it for the time being, are left. For example, Zhengyang Mountain, Qingfeng City Xu's. One day, it will be like bringing a jar of old wine out of the ground.

As for how to be reasonable, he Chen Ping'an also has a fist and a sword.

went to the Immortal Patriarch Hall, but I didn't have to grind my mouth.

Previously, in Luoluo Mountain Bamboo Tower, I had seen Cui Cheng's so-called martial arts demeanor of the Ten Realms, and I had also heard a truth from the old man, just one sentence.

Drink alcohol with reasonable people, and punch fast to unreasonable people, this is the rivers and lakes that you Chen Ping'an should have, practicing boxing is not only used to fight in bed, it is to be used to compete with the whole world, it is to teach the mountain to kowtow to you when you encounter a fist!

Chen Ping'an deeply believes in the first half of the sentence, and feels that the second half of the sentence is open to discussion.

It's just that I didn't dare to say this in Zhulou at that time, for fear of being beaten, at that time, the old man was the momentum of the peak of the Ten Realms, and I was afraid that the old man would not be able to control his fist, and he would really be killed.

Wu Shuowen obviously still felt that it was inappropriate, even if the young man in front of him ...... Chen Ping'an, who is already a young man, behaved extremely calm and brilliant when Rouge County defended the city, but after all, the other party is an old immortal in the Longmen Realm, and he is the head of a sect.

On the rivers and lakes, most of them are afraid of boxing and less strong, but on the road of cultivation, this is not the case. To be able to become a great monk in the Dragon Gate Realm, apart from cultivation, which one is not an old fox?

Zhao Shuxia didn't worry too much, probably because he thought that Mr. Chen, who taught him boxing techniques, couldn't be too big in his ability.

And Zhao Luan was even more anxious than his master Wu Shuowen, he didn't care about his identity and etiquette, he quickly came to Chen Ping'an's side, grabbed the corner of his clothes, and said with red eyes: "Mr. Chen, don't go!"

Chen Ping'an looked at the old Confucian scholar, then at Zhao Luan, and smiled helplessly: "I'm not going to die, if I can't beat it, I'll run away." ”

Zhao Luan burst into tears all of a sudden, "Mr. Chen just said that he was reasonable. ”

Chen Ping'an was speechless, and gave Zhao Shuxia a look, wanting him to help comfort Zhao Luan, but he never thought that this stunned boy was also unenlightened, just hehe smiled, just stood and didn't move.

Chen Ping'an sighed, "Then sit down and drink tea again." ”

Zhao Luan's tears were even hazy than the perennial misty mountain at the moment, "Really?"

Chen Ping'an nodded, she let go of the corner of Chen Ping'an's clothes, and timidly walked back to her original position and sat down.

Wu Shuowen also sat down and persuaded: "Chen Gongzi, don't worry, I will take my two children to travel through the mountains and rivers." ”

Chen Ping'an asked, "What about Mr. Wu's family?"

Wu Shuowen said: "Presumably, a Longmen Realm cultivator is not so brazen. ”

Chen Ping'an looked at Wu Shuowen.

Wu Shuowen lowered his head and drank tea.

The old Confucian only sighed in his heart, how could he not know that the so-called long trip was just so that Luan Luan and the tree did not have to feel guilty.

Chen Ping'an gently put down the teacup in his hand.

Moment.

Chen Ping'an was no longer in the house.

Wu Shuowen held the teacup in his hand, dumbfounded.

Zhao Luan and Zhao Shuxia looked at each other.

I saw that the green shirt was already standing in the courtyard, the long sword behind his back had been unsheathed, turned into a golden rainbow, and went to the sky, the man toe a little, swept the long sword, broke the rain curtain, and the sword went north.

After the old Confucian came back to his senses, he hurriedly drank a sip of tea to suppress the shock, since he was destined to be unstoppable, he had no choice but to do so.

Zhao Luan's eyes were fascinated and radiant, she quickly wiped her tears, pear blossoms brought rain, it was really moving. It is no wonder that the young mountain master of Hazy Mountain fell in love with her at first sight when she was not very old.

Zhao Shuxia scratched his head and said with a smile: "Mr. Chen is really right, how can he go out to buy wine in a hurry when he goes to the ancestral hall." ”

On the top of a rainy Xianjia Mountain, at noon, the heavy rain poured down, making the world as heavy as late at night.

Therefore, the appearance of that long golden line from the end of the sky was extremely eye-catching, not to mention the sound of rumbling like thunder breaking through the air.

For the monks of the Misty Mountain, whether they are blind or deaf, they should all know that there is a sword immortal visiting the mountain.