Chen Ping'an's trip to Qingxia Island came and went in a hurry.

In fact, Gu Can's departure or stay has nothing to do with the overall situation, in fact, Chen Ping'an can't change much now, there are some things behind the scenes, whether it is the measures of Da Li Su Gaoshan, the change of the sky in Shujian Lake, or the plan of the monks of the palace Liudao, as long as Chen Ping'an is not willing to leave the middle of Aquarius, Gu Can will be the same wherever he is.

But Gu Can's own willingness to stay on Qingxia Island and guard the Spring Court Mansion is the best.

Chen Ping'an propped the boat away.

Landing in Lutong City, before the ferry passed through the Furong Mountain, where the ancestral hall had been demolished, when the fire dragon appeared, the arrogance was soaring, not inferior to the loach of the river and pouring water, the realm of Shujian Lake was high enough, and they all mistakenly thought that it would be the enemy of Gu Can's avenue, and when they showed up, a battle between water and fire would break out, but they didn't expect that the outsiders who were rumored to be Da Li sticky rod lang chose to stop and leave.

But after that, it didn't make people look less lively, the woman in Tsing Yi who was cloudy and misty and aroused suspicion, and a strange young man with a mole on his eyebrows, teamed up to kill the Nine Realms Sword Cultivator of the Zhu Ying Dynasty, it is said that not only the physical body was reduced to food, but even the Yuan Ying was detained, which means that the two "old monks" who are "like young girls and boys" have left a lot of strength in the process of chasing and killing, which is also even more fearful.

There is a world of difference between defeating an Earth Immortal and killing an Earth Immortal.

After Chen Ping'an landed on the shore, he retrieved the horse from the inn, and went to the alley shop to buy a few meat buns with thin skin and filling, and had a full meal, and then hurried to the southeast border of Shihao Country bordering the Meihua Country The strategists of the Han clan, also said to be the most powerful Yuanying sword cultivator in the history of the Zhu Ying Dynasty, disheartened, unable to realize here, and finally still unable to rank among the sword immortals of the Five Realms, writing the word "stay" on the cliff with a sharp sword spirit, and regretting the military solution, which makes the sword cultivation in the middle of the Aquarius Continent, as well as many swordsmen in the rivers and lakes, regard the small pass of this vassal country as a holy place in their hearts, and they will go on a trip to admire the style of the word "stay" on the cliff.

Before the autumn began, Chen Ping'an rushed to Liuguan and met with Zeng Ye and Ma Duyi, who had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing the familiar figure of Mr. Chen riding alone, Ma Duyi and Zeng Ye were obviously relieved.

At the beginning, the two of them didn't have Chen Ping'an by their side, and they felt very comfortable, Zeng Ye and the bamboo box were carrying the prison Yama Palace, at the critical moment, they could reluctantly invite out a few of Chen Ping'an's "hand-picked" ghost things in the cave realm, walking the rivers and lakes of Shihao country, as long as they don't swagger through the city, how can it be enough, so Zeng Ye and Ma Duyi were unscrupulous and unrestrained at first, just walking and walking, there was some rumour, even if they just saw the big Li scouts wandering in the four fields, they had to be stunned, at that time, they knew whether there was Mr. Chen around, it was very different.

With Mr. Chen here, the rules are indeed there, but there is one person and one ghost, so I can rest assured.

That feeling, Zeng Ye and Ma Duyi also talked about it in private, but they couldn't talk about it, they just felt that it was not just Mr. Chen's cultivation.

At the scenic spot in Liuguan, they looked up together at the big characters on a cliff like a knife, and the two of them also keenly noticed that Mr. Chen went to Shujian Lake alone, and after returning, he became more and more worried.

Chen Ping'an also noticed this, and after thinking about it, he retracted his gaze and said frankly to them: "Before coming here, I took two jade plaques and wanted to see Dali Su Gaoshan, but I couldn't see them. ”

Zeng Ye didn't think deeply, but just felt a little lost for Mr. Chen.

But Ma Duyi knows that the clouds and waves are treacherous, and there must be hidden dangers.

Chen Ping'an tried his best to use a calm and breezy tone, and said with a smile: "A lot of things, if you don't move it over there, you will never know the answer." As long as you make a choice, there will be good and bad, and now it will be the bad result. Not only did I not see Su Gaoshan, maybe I couldn't talk about startling the snake, but I would definitely be worried about this Dali master, so we must be more careful next, if Meixuguo is this way, any of you who inadvertently finds Dali's military monks, just pretend not to see it, rest assured, we won't have that life worry. ”

Although Zeng Ye nodded, he was inevitably worried.

Ma Duyi is a heart as wide as the world, and said with a smile: "As long as I don't get caught up in the rabbit by Da Li's iron ride, I don't care, I can watch it if I like it, and we can't run away with a copper coin." ”

Chen Ping'an said helplessly: "You two temperaments, just complement each other." ”

Ma Duyi glared, "Mr. Chen, don't mess with the mandarin duck score, I don't look down on Zeng Ye." ”

Zeng Ye smiled innocently, he didn't dare to say that he didn't look down on Ma Duyi.

Under the cliff, sparsely scattered, most of them are some of the Shihao country and plum glaze country merchants who need to pass the customs, and most of them are not very old, hoping to return to their hometowns, as a capital to show off, as for the elderly businessmen and old rivers and lakes, the word "stay" on the cliff has been seen countless times, and they really can't be left.

As soon as Chen Ping'an's three horsemen turned their horses, a group of swordsmen from the rivers and lakes rushed over, dismounted one after another, took off their swords, and bowed to the word cliff.

Among them, the old man, the rest of the young sons of the horse team, spoke aloud about the historical origin of the monuments here, and was impassioned, and of course had to say a few kind words for the man who wielded the sword for them. The young men and women listened to each other's spirits and emotions.

Most of them are a sect of rivers and lakes that left the division and came to the rivers and lakes to practice.

Chen Ping'an can naturally see the depth of the old man, he is a martial artist of the Five Realms with a good foundation, in a vassal land with a small territory like Mei Glaze Country, it should be regarded as a well-known place in the rivers and lakes, but the old swordsman in addition to encountering a big adventure, otherwise the Six Realms in this life are hopeless, because of the exhaustion of qi and blood, it seems that he has also fallen into the root of the disease, and his soul is shaking, making the bottleneck of the Five Realms more and more indestructible.

When encountering by chance in the rivers and lakes, most of them pass by, and the three riders go away.

The old man turned his head and looked at the back of the three horsemen, a slender girl with slightly open eyebrows and eyes, and asked: "Master, the one who wears a green shirt, wears a sword and hangs a sword, at first glance, is he a hidden master?"

The old man smiled: "It's not a green shirt fighting a sword, it must be a sword fairy." ”

They mounted their horses one after another and continued to rush through the customs.

Mei Glaze Country is still stable, but the neighboring Shihao country has become a pot of porridge, and there was a friend of Shihao Country who has a friendship with his own sect, and sent a secret letter, saying that it was a powerful eunuch in Shihao Country, who wanted to cut him down and implicate the innocent. The innocent and loyal minister who is as famous as the "Wen Dan Imperial History" in the temple of Shihao State said frankly in the letter that he is willing to stay in the capital and die for the country, so as to teach the great Li barbarian to know that there are still a few scholars in Shihao who are not afraid of death, but I hope that these friends in the rivers and lakes can escort the children of the local family to take refuge in the Meiwei country, so he can go on the road with peace of mind.

After passing the Liuguan Pass, the place where the horse's hooves stepped on it was the territory of Shihao Country.

The official had a sentence on the letter, and the handwriting was extremely heavy, so that when this old martial artist and his brothers circulated it, they were all emotional, so he took his disciples to risk their lives this time, and they did not hesitate.

"Han's mellow, the sons of heaven in the past dynasties are heavy writers, and they have been raising scholars for two hundred years, and they have never treated scholars badly, and our generation of scholars cannot be ashamed of Han. ”

The old man sat on horseback, sighing in his heart, Dali Iron Cavalry is now also pressing the army of Meihua Country, the world is big, find a place for the common people, and find a place of peace of mind for the readers, is it so difficult?

This old Jianghu, who is accustomed to seeing bloody wind and rain, ups and downs, deep down, has an ulterior thought, it would be good for the Da Li barbarians to defeat the Zhu Ying Dynasty as soon as possible, after the chaos, maybe there will be an opportunity to rule the world, no matter what, it is better than the few iron horses of Da Li, it seems that a few knives for Zhu Ying's vassal country have been there to cut flesh with blunt knives, cut back and forth, and those who suffer are not ordinary people? Not to mention anything else, the Dali barbarians treated the borders of the countries within the reach of the horses' hooves, showed no mercy on the battlefield, and killed them quickly, but they really wanted to move their eyes to the north, in the past few years, in the north of the Aquarius Continent where the smoke of gunpowder has gradually dissipated, countless people who fled have returned to their hometowns one after another, returned to their homeland, and the civil officials of Dali stationed in various places have done a lot of personal things.

It's just this kind of bastard that is destined to be wrong as soon as he says it, so the old man can only use a sip of old wine and pour it on himself.

Over there, three horsemen galloped.

is still helping the ghosts and ghosts to fulfill all kinds of wishes, and then Zeng Ye and Ma Duyi are in charge of the porridge shop and the pharmacy, but Mei Glaze is still stable and has not done much.

The world is in turmoil, the world is not good, and the people are ignorant, panicked, but helpless.

Chen Ping'an and they encountered a strange thing next to a stream in a barren countryside, a group of strongmen who cut the grass as a coward, and they were worried about a middle-aged Taoist lying on a boulder in the water.

The middle-aged Taoist with skin and bones, born in the Taoist side door of the Zhu Ying Dynasty, is now a cultivator in the realm of Dongfu, originally felt that the world was in chaos, as a Taoist, he should go down the mountain to relieve the common people, he never thought that he met a Mai warlock who was proficient in physiognomy, he was indeed a master, and he gave him a look, saying that he was a poor man who died early and starved and cold all his life, and the middle-aged Taoist priest was sad and began to wait for death.

The gang of horse thieves who had entered the country from Shihao had just made a deal, and had obtained a lot of silver, and stopped their horses by the stream, and saw such a strange man who was about to die, and almost solved the middle-aged Taoist with a knife, but the Taoist was very happy, and begged the man to make the knife faster, but the young horse thief muttered in his heart, and did not dare to get the knife. The Taoist was bent on death, and taught the gang of strongmen who were used to robbing homes and houses a lesson, and said something about retribution for fortune and misfortune, after all, he was an immortal in the eyes of the people under the mountain, and he was a spectrum immortal, and he still had knowledge and eloquence.

So Chen Ping'an bumped into such a scene.

The horse thieves no longer had the intention of killing people and overselling goods at this time, not to mention that they didn't think that the three horsemen were easy to bully, so they deliberately turned a blind eye.

Chen Ping'an's side doesn't matter, just stop the horse and wash the horse's nose, start the stove to cook rice, and do whatever you have to do.

The middle-aged Taoist saw that the horse thief killed him and did not kill himself, and the physique of the cave realm, he would die for a while and a half, so he just cared about lying on the stone and waiting for death.

If the horse thieves are interested in the three people seeing wealth, of course the middle-aged Taoist will stop them, just before they die, accumulate a small yin virtue, and reincarnate in the next life, at least live longer, and continue to cultivate.

Chen Ping'an squatted by the river with a rice bowl, and there was almost a group to eat.

A grumpy young horse thief caught a glimpse of Chen Ping'an's gaze, glared at Chen Ping'an, and said, "Look, haven't you seen a hero eat?!"

A horse thief leader, kindly went to the stone side, handed a bowl of rice to the middle-aged Taoist, said that it is not a matter of waiting for death like this, it is better to eat enough, one day there is thunder, go to the top of the mountain or under the tree to stay, try to see if there is a possibility of being struck by lightning, then it is a hundred, clean. When the middle-aged Taoist heard this, it seemed to be reasonable, so he wondered if he should go to the market to buy a big iron chain, but he still didn't take the bowl of rice, said that he was not hungry, and began to chatter again, persuading the horse thief, with this kindness, why not just be a good person, don't be a horse thief, now that the mountain is in chaos, it is not better to be a dart master.

The leader of the horse thieves was a little moved, and with his rice bowl, he left the boulder in the river and went back to gather with his brothers.

Chen Ping'an found it interesting.

After picking up the rice in the bowl, Chen Ping'an tiptoed a little, floated towards the boulder, wore a green shirt, his sleeves fluttered, and fell so chic beside the middle-aged Taoist.

The young horse thief almost didn't squirt out a mouthful of rice, and as a result, he slapped the horse thief leader on the head, "Look, haven't you seen the heroes and heroes on the rivers and lakes?!"

Chen Ping'an sat cross-legged on the boulder and said with a smile: "This Taoist leader, why is he looking for death?"

The middle-aged Taoist was actually a kind person, closed his eyes and said softly: "Fate should be damned, the avenue is hopeless, what is the point of not dying." ”

Chen Ping'an said with a smile: "Do you know that the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism are highly respected as a 'canon', well, it is the ancient book that is known as the head of the group of scriptures, there is a saying that the Great Dao is fifty, Tianyan is forty-nine, and people escape one of them?"

The middle-aged Taoist nodded, "The number of Dayan is fifty, and there are nine out of forty, so we say that one is born, two is born, and all things are derived." ”

Chen Ping'an said: "As soon as the demon obstacle comes, the cultivators are particularly difficult, even if they have millions of male soldiers, it is difficult to retreat from the enemy. ”

The middle-aged Taoist sat up and sighed, "I understand the truth, but I am just a mediocre Dongfu realm, how dare I hope that the avenue is in me, I am really trembling, thinking about it, I can never break through the barrier of happiness, I can only hope for the next life." ”

Chen Ping'an glanced at the horse thief in the mountain over there, nodded and said, "Indeed, it is easy to break the mountain thief, but it is difficult to break the heart." It's all the same. ”

The middle-aged Taoist forced a smile, "I understand your kindness." ”

A skinny middle-aged Taoist and a haggard young man meet in the mountains and rivers.

The two sides said goodbye to each other, and there was no more verbal exchange.

The thieves were relieved, especially the young thief, who felt that he had just gone around the Ghost Gate.

Zeng Ye couldn't understand the middle-aged Taoist's thoughts, and when he was far away, he asked softly, "Mr. Chen, are there still people in the world who are really willing to wait for death?"

Chen Ping'an nodded and said, "On the road of cultivation, there are thousands of strange things. That Taoist, if it is according to the Buddhist saying, only if you are the first to do it, you will have the opportunity to drink it, otherwise you are a great monk and a great monk to knock it down, and you will not be able to knock out a Buddha on the spot, and it will only make people feel like they are in pain. Well, you two, have you ever heard of a Buddhist case? A high-ranking monk said that the heart is like a mirror, and you should always wipe it diligently, so as not to cause dust. The other said, "There is nothing in the first place, and there is no place for dust." Do you think there is a difference between these two guys?"

Zeng Ye shook his head and said, "I don't understand this." ”

Ma Duyi smiled: "Of course, the latter is higher." ”

Chen Ping'an sighed softly: "Buddhism's intention, maybe the latter is higher, but the former is the world's obsessed Han people can sit on the ferry, when the person who crosses, put down the bamboo artemisia in his hand, get up and land, and finally walk out of the step of getting off the boat, it can be said that he has realized the latter, gradual realization is the foundation of epiphany, the order here, in fact, there is still there." Life in the world, the heart mirror is dusty, if you don't wipe it, it will accumulate dirt, dull, how can there be a Buddha who is born to go straight to the other side. ”

Chen Ping'an smiled and added: "The two of them are good, both are right, the reason why I am chatting with you about this is because I traveled to Qingluan Country before, and I heard the scholar talk about Buddhism on the way, and I was very disdainful of the former, and only admired the latter, plus a few miscellaneous books similar to literati pen notes, I also like to hide derogatory connotations for the former, I think it's just a little bad." ”

Ma Duyi said with a smile: "I rarely heard Mr. Chen talk about Buddhism before, but I have already dabbled in it, and Mr. Chen is really well-read, which makes me admire it very ......much."

Ma Duyi grimaced, "No, I can't even say it myself." ”

Chen Ping'an smiled: "This shows that your sycophant kung fu is not hot enough." ”

After three rides, I have seen a place of interest with fairy spirit, it is a deep pool without an owner, in autumn, it has been cold like a cold season, the stone wall is engraved with a sentence of the vermilion cliff carving of the local county chronicle without evidence, "the ancient wall is colored and the gold is pasted to the tail, the rain worker rides into the autumn pool water", the three of them looked up, there are indeed some traces of painting on the wall, the posture of the dragon can be seen vaguely, and the water of the pond at the foot is turquoise, and there are no fish and shrimp.

Chen Ping'an retracted his gaze, stretched out his hand into the pool, and felt cold, and for no reason remembered that the Ruan family shop built on the bank of the river in his hometown was in love with the gloomy water transportation in the Longxu River. Chen Ping'an suddenly quickly withdrew his hand, it turned out that the cold air in the water was not pure, mixed with a lot of yin and filthy gas, like a mess, although it would not immediately hurt the human body, but it was a little far away from the word "pure", no wonder, this is a taboo for monks to refine swords.

Presumably, there are stories here in the early years.

Probably like the Flying Eagle Fort and the upper balcony of Tongye Island.

After Chen Ping'an, he traveled to the country of Meihua, walking through the countryside and the county town, there will be children who are not used to seeing horses, and go into the depths of the reeds. You can also encounter seemingly ordinary travels and wild repairs from time to time, as well as the lively marriage team beating gongs and drums on the streets of the county. Thousands of miles away, trekking through mountains and rivers, Chen Ping'an and they also inadvertently encountered a barren mound ruins overgrown with weeds, and found an ancient sword that was not in the tombstone, only the hilt of the sword, I don't know that thousands of years later, it is still a sword spirit, at a glance it is a good spiritual weapon, that is, the years are long, it has not been warmed, it has reached the edge of collapse, Ma Duyi wants to go along, anyway, it is an ownerless thing, sharpen and repair, maybe it can be sold at a good price. It's just that Chen Ping'an didn't agree, saying that this is a magic weapon for Taoist priests to suppress the feng shui here, so that they can suppress the yin and evil spirits, and will not scatter in all directions and become a scourge.

Ma Duyi, as a yin thing, couldn't see it, but he didn't care, so he smiled and said: "Then pull out the ancient sword, there are really demons in the barren mound to show up to make trouble, let's just subdue the demons and eliminate the demons, get the spiritual weapon, and save merit, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds?"

Chen Ping'an shook his head and said: "Old accounts, confused, how do you know that there are no hardships and twists and turns." ”

Ma Duyi complained a little, "Mr. Chen is good at everything, but he is too unhappy to do things." ”

Chen Ping'an said with a smile: "If a childish boy is not strong, he can smash the rice bowl porcelain, which can be regarded as a kind of coolness." Zeng Ye can, that horse thief, Zeng Ye is different, you can kill it, you can do it, of course it's easier for me. ”

Chen Ping'an sighed: "The convergence of people's hearts is a very terrible thing. The ancient temple is lonely, a person walks into it, burns incense and worships the Buddha, will feel awe, but if it is noisy and crowded, it may not be afraid, and then it is extreme, it is not allowed to cut gold leaf on the Buddha's body. ”

Riding through the mass grave, Chen Ping'an suddenly looked back, and there was no one or ghost around.

Once stopped by the deep mountain lake to rest, once picked up the stones to float, Ma Duyi chose a secluded place alone, took off his boots, stretched into the cool water, stretched his waist, full of smiles, just a dragonfly wandered, flying on the jade scratching his head.

Ma Duyi stopped, wanting it to stay a little longer.

In the distance, there was a young woodcutter carrying a bundle of firewood on his shoulder, who inadvertently passed by, stopped, and looked at her infatuatedly, mistaking it for a fairy.

Ma Duyi stretched out his hand to chase away the dragonfly, turned his head, and reached out to twist the fox skin at his sideburns, intending to uncover it suddenly, scaring and scaring the dumbfounded country boy.

As a result, Chen Ping'an threw a pebble and flicked off her finger.

Ma Duyi turned around angrily, his legs swaying, and countless splashes were made.

The boy hurried away.

He didn't plan to tell his peers in the village that he had seen such a beautiful fairy sister by the lake, and he just remembered it silently in his heart.

In a prosperous county, even Chen Ping'an, who was not strange, felt eye-opening.

There was a drunken and crazy scholar, unclothed, bare-chested and breast-exposed, with a shaky step, very heroic, let the scholar carry a bucket full of ink, and the reader used his head as a pen to "write" on the street.

There are also servants in the streets, surrounded by buckets full of well water, just waiting for their master to finish his madness, so that they can clean up the mess and clean their faces.

It's not tiring, but every time they suffer from the white eyes, they really dare to be angry with that bookish man,

When I asked the people, he turned out to be a county lieutenant with a meritorious name and a more official body.

Chen Ping'an led his horse to stop on the side of the street, only to see the county lieutenant sitting on the road exhausted, turning his head to look, the young man covered in alcohol, covered with wine and ink stains, the smell was extremely strange, I saw him slapping the street with his palm, laughing loudly: "I respect the gods with calligraphy, dare to ask the gods if they have the courage, and give me some pointers......?"

The young man suddenly wailed, "I saw the princess fighting with the bearer in the capital, and occasionally got the true meaning of calligraphy, and then saw the princess in the temple and made flowers, and got the calligraphy divine will, Your Royal Highness the princess, you can take a look at the words I wrote for you." ”

Zeng Ye was stunned and said: "Mr. Chen, I can't recognize a single word of what this guy wrote." ”

Chen Ping'an couldn't help laughing, pointed to the street, and said softly: "It's in crazy cursive writing, writing resentment poems, as for the content of cursive writing, just finished writing that sentence, it is the window screen and the bright moon, the autumn waves are delicate, and you drink wine with you." Well, probably imagining a love poem written for himself in the tone of the woman he likes. But these words, the writing is really good, so good that it can't be better, I have never seen such a good cursive, regular script, I have seen the master of everyone, this realm of cursive, or the first time. ”

In the end, Chen Ping'an said: "Don't think that the county lieutenant is talking big words, his words really have divine will, that is, the aura of this place is weak, and the door gods and ghosts cannot last forever, otherwise you really have to show up and bow down to him." ”

Chen Ping'an suddenly laughed, led the horse and strode forward, walking towards the drunken bookworm and infatuated man who was drunk on the street and had hazy teary eyes, "Go, go with him to buy a notebook, how much can you buy! This deal, you will not lose money! It is countless better than your hard work to pick up leaks! But the premise is that we can live for a hundred years and hundreds of years." ”

Zeng Ye and Ma Duyi glanced at each other and felt that Mr. Chen should have lost his mind and gone crazy.

Chen Ping'an came to the scholar who was lying on his back, and asked with a smile: "I have a wine that is not inferior to the mellow wine of the immortals, can I buy some words with you?"

The man's eyes were drunk and he shook his head, "Please?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and nodded, "Please." ”

The man suddenly cried out in sorrow, "You are not Her Royal Highness the Princess, what do you ask me to do? What do I want you to ask me to do? Let's go, I won't sell you a word, not a word." ”

Chen Ping'an turned his head to look at Ma Duyi's side, and when everyone's eyes shifted, he shook his wrist, took out a pot of water well immortal brew from Beeweidu from the nearby things, loosened the horse's reins, opened the mud seal, squatted down, and handed the wine jug to the reader, "Sell it or not, if you drink my wine, you still don't want to drink it, just when I respect this cursive script you wrote on the street." ”

The man sat up, took the wine jug, raised his head and poured wine, drank it in one go, threw the empty wine jug casually, staggered to his feet, and grabbed Chen Ping'an's arm, "But there is still wine?"

Chen Ping'an smiled: "There are still others, but there is not much left." ”

The man said happily: "Let's go, go to the tattered government office, I'll write to you, you can have as much as you want, as long as you have enough wine!"

Ma Duyi rolled his eyes.

What about the backbone of the reader?

Zeng Ye was a little happy, it was rare to see Mr. Chen who was in such a comfortable mood.

When he arrived at the government office, the scholar pushed away the messy books on the desk, asked the scholar to take the rice paper and spread it out, grinding the ink on the side, and Chen Ping'an put down a pot of wine in the reader's hand.

On the walls, there is a frenzy of cursive writing that even the sobering readers themselves can't recognize.

After drinking, the scholar burped and asked, "Tell me, what do you want me to write as a madman? Forget it, I don't want to know, what you want to write, it doesn't count, you can write whatever you want." ”

The paper is full of clouds and smoke, and the hall is full of storms.

Readers really write whatever they want, and often write no numbers in one stroke, and Zeng Ye always feels that this transaction is a loss.

In the end, the reader, who had a good amount of alcohol and was not very good at drinking, wrote more than a dozen notebooks of different sizes, and was completely drunk to death and fell to the ground.

Chen Ping'an spent a total of five pots of Shuijing Immortal Brew, Laolongcheng Osmanthus Brew and Shujian Lake Wuti Wine.

The reason why I can drink so much is not that the reader is really massive, but that he drank a small half of the pot, spilled most of the pot, and fell in the eyes of the distressed Ma Duyi, which was really a violent thing.

Chen Ping'an put away the notes and left the office.

The three of them led the horses away, and Ma Duyi couldn't help but ask: "The words are good, I can see it, but is it really that good?" These immortal brews are worth a lot of snowflake money, converted into silver, and a pair of cursive calligraphy can really be worth thousands of taels of silver?"

Chen Ping'an got the copy, and he was very happy, as if he had drunk too much wine, and said conclusively: "Don't you believe it? Then wait, one day in the future, when you come here again, this street will definitely be famous in all directions, thousands of years later, even if the scholar dies, but the entire county will follow and be remembered by future generations." ”

The three horsemen slowly left this small county town, at this time, the common people of the county still only regarded the bookish county lieutenant as a joke, but they didn't know how envious the calligraphers of later generations, countless literati and ink writers, would be envious of them to be lucky enough to see that person's demeanor.

In this year's Mid-Autumn Festival, Mei Glaze Country is still a family, and relatives are reunited.

It's just that Shihao is on the side, it's hard to say.

In the Mid-Autumn Festival next year, Meihua Country may be the bleak situation of Shihao Country today.

There are many spirits in the mountains.

Another year autumn goes to winter.

When Chen Ping'an was about to finish the Meiwei Country, and when it was time to return to Shujian Lake, one day in a sparsely populated deep mountain, with outstanding eyesight, when he saw a high cliff, there was a rag old ape hanging upside down, wrapped in iron chains, sensing Chen Ping'an's sight, the old ape was hideous, grinning teeth, although he did not roar and roar, but the violent atmosphere was thrilling.

Near the old ape, there is also a grotto dug out artificially, when Chen Ping'an looked, someone stood up there, looked at Chen Ping'an, it was a young monk with a withered face, the monk folded his hands to Chen Ping'an, and saluted silently.

Chen Ping'an also learned from the monks to bow their heads and fold their heads and return the salute gently.

Ma Duyi asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

Chen Ping'an shook his head and did not speak.

It wasn't until he walked out of that mountain range that Chen Ping'an said: "There is a high-ranking monk with great perseverance who surrenders over there a rebellious ape whose inner demons have manifested. ”

Ma Duyi was amazed: "He can actually manifest his inner demons, isn't this monk an earth immortal?"

Chen Ping'an nodded, "It's a worldly master." ”

On the other side of the grotto, the young monk sat cross-legged back on the futon, stood up again, stepped out of the grotto, walked against the wind, and looked at the old ape who had gradually quieted down, and the latter's eyes were so complicated, with such indignation, hatred, pleading, pity, ridicule, and so on.

The monk turned his head to look at him, as if he was puzzled.

Why is my heart ape so strange today?

It had met the Edgeworth or the Earth Immortal Monk who had passed by the wind, and it had never looked at it before.

The young monk smiled, bowed his head again, chanted, and returned to the cave to continue his sitting.

An elderly monk with an indifferent expression and a lonely look appeared in the mass grave where the ancient sword was nailed into the tombstone, underground, the yin qi was soaring, even if he noticed that he was very likely to be a yang earth immortal, those powerful ghosts and yin things hiding in the roots of the mountain, still difficult to move, the evil qi gathered, trying to rush out of the ground, but whenever a powerful ghost floated, there was immediately a sword qi falling like rain, underground, wailing.

Of course, the old monk was not afraid of these feminine things, but he frowned and said to himself, "It's strange. I'm not afraid of the Jindan aura that I deliberately exude, but I'm afraid of a young man who doesn't look like him?"

It's rare to stay at a fairy inn.

Ma Duyi leaned back on the soft futon, his face was intoxicated, he could endure hardship, and he would also enjoy happiness.

Zeng Ye didn't feel anything, and practiced alone in the house.

Chen Ping'an and the Xianjia Inn asked for a newspaper of the Xianjia Mansion, and the court of Meihua Kingdom also began to quarrel, but the quarrel was not whether to block the Dali barbarians, but how to defend the territory.

You must know that this is still a decision made by the monarchs and ministers of Meihua Kingdom under the precipitous situation that the capital of Shihao Kingdom has long been broken.

And the chaotic Shihao court finally ushered in a new emperor, His Majesty, it is the vassal king Han Jingling, who has the reputation of "virtuous king", the father of the Yellow Crane, the border general who did not lose a soldier on the battlefield, and became the head of the Shihao country in one fell swoop.

Shihao went to the capital of the country, and there was an endless stream of civil officials and military generals who were going to die calmly, even if it was just a trivial matter like posting the gods of other countries at the door of their homes, they were still unwilling to do it.

Some of them did not want to be killed by their own masters, and secretly pasted the portraits of the door gods of the ancestors surnamed Dali and Yuan Cao, and some of them were ruthless, so they simply tied up the head of the family, so as not to run to tear off the door gods, and scolded them for being unworthy descendants and ashamed of the ancestors.

All living beings are in a variety of ways, and they know their own bitterness.

In this wonderful fairy mansion newspaper, those trivial things that were written as after-dinner chatter, really fell on those portals, which were life and death events, and tragic events of breaking families and migrating.

Compared with an inconspicuous Shihao country, Shujian Lake is more earth-shaking and more moving.

At the beginning of autumn this year, Su Gaoshan began to "settle accounts after autumn".

The mountains of Shujian Lake, led by the islands of Lisu Island, Huangli Island, and Qingzuka Tianmu, have surrendered to the Dali Song family, willing to hand over half of the family foundation, as well as the significant ancestral hall pedigree.

Su Gaoshan set up a banquet in the Fan Mansion in Chishui City, but only in his name, he sent a military general who was only from the third rank, as well as several military monks drawn from various places, to show up to entertain the heroes.

Su Gaoshan was not even willing to give those obediently attached Shujian Lake head snakes to this face.

Chen Ping'an was not surprised at all.

Previously, he submitted a "name post" to the Dali Iron Cavalry with the Qingxia Island enshrinement card and the Taiping Nothing Affair card, saying that he wanted to see the main general, and finally Su Gaoshan sent back the reply, which was very simple, and when he heard it, it was the general's own words, just two words, "Get out".

Not to mention annoyance or grievance, Chen Ping'an was just a little helpless.

As for Qingxia Island, which lost Liu Zhimao's seat, it was not far behind, and the forces led by Sulin Shimada Hujun and Jindan Yu Hui, and several Jindan monks who were enough to call for wind and rain in Shujian Lake, were also seated in the Fan Mansion in Chishui City at that banquet, but the position was not the highest, and it was not even as good as Tianmu Island.

This is the mountain and wild cultivation of Shujian Lake.

Dare to work hard, can admit cowardice. The situation is very good, he deserves to be the ancestor, the situation is not good, and he has done the grandson.

Chen Ping'an guessed that there were also some island monks who were unwilling to give half of their family business with their hands like this, but there should be no need for Dali Tieqi and the monks accompanying the army to take action, and the forces including Tan Yuanyi on Lisu Island and the pair of Jindan Daoists on Huangli Island would help Su Gaoshan settle all the "little troubles".

But Su Gaoshan's knife cutting tofu in Shujian Lake, the key reason, in addition to his own outstanding military exploits, as well as Shujian Lake Yexiu's appearance and good at seeing the wind and rudder, in fact, another Dali main general Cao Yuan's momentum is also very important, of course, the most important thing is that it is rumored that Song Changjing, the king of the Dali Domain, will personally accompany a Song prince to inspect the border line where the iron cavalry under Cao Yu confronts the Zhu Ying Dynasty.

Chen Ping'an put down the newspaper.

With his hands folded, he fell into deep thought.

There is no definite news about Liu Zhimao's life and death.

From a common sense point of view, Su Gaoshan will still win over a great monk like Liu Zhimao who knows how to judge the situation, and Liu Zhimao is still the first half of his own family to take refuge in Dali.

The problem lies in the group of foreign monks on Gongliu Island who were said by Liu Laocheng to be "unpleasant", and their identities are still not clear.

It seems that this group of people decided Liu Zhimao's life and death, and even Liu Laocheng could only pinch his nose and admit it, so that Su Gaoshan could not add icing on the cake to his own merit book and win a low-hanging fruit for Da Liduo.

That's a big deal.

Chen Ping'an rubbed his eyebrows.

Could it be the Tongye Sect whose vitality was greatly damaged?

However, this requires too much cost, and the monks can move to other continents in a mighty way, but the mountains and rivers that have been operating for thousands of years in the territory of the Tongye Sect cannot be taken away.

When it comes to the great migration of the land of the two continents, except for the aura of the blessed land, it can be said otherwise, and the rest is not imagined.

And such a big movement, the Tongye Sect is already disheartened, during the migration process, the tiger and wolf look around, they will definitely bite the fat, involving the Great Dao, even if it is a sect like the Taiping Mountain Fuping Sect that does not lack righteousness, as long as it decides to make a move, it will not be merciful.

Moreover, the monk of the Tongye Sect, whose eyes are above the top, is used to being the bull-eared person of the Dazhou Immortal Family, and he is really willing to run to the small Aquarius Continent to take root, and may also give the Song clan of a secular dynasty to send people under the fence?

If it is a Fu Ping sect, it seems more reasonable.

However, the monks made a move against Liu Zhimao, especially the "small calculations" that harbored evil intentions against themselves, which was unreasonable.

Chen Ping'an stood up and came to the window, this Xianjia inn was built on the bank of the river, with a wide field of vision, the scene outside the window, the river is surging, the boats come and go, and it falls in the field of vision, as small as corn.

The water network of the plum glaze country is intertwined, and the rivers are widely spread, which is probably one of the reasons for the courage to fight to the death in the temple.

On the surface of the river, there are a long number of warships slowly going upstream, but the water surface is vast, even if the flag is full of thousands of people, it is still a giant ship that is a dime light.

Chen Ping'an was lying on the windowsill.

Zeng Ye and Ma Duyi came together, saying that they wanted to go to the water temple of the Chunhua River to see, and it is said that the wish is particularly effective, and the water god also likes to tease ordinary masters.

Chen Ping'an didn't have this interest, so he let them visit the ancestral temple by themselves, but reminded Ma Duyi that after entering the realm of the ancestral temple, after all, it was a ghost wearing fox skin, so he still had to confess his guilt first, and take the lead in expressing his intention with the water temple, otherwise it would be an offense to collide with a landscape god and a conflict, how could you not take care of it, and then he could only apologize and apologize, and destroy the fortune and eliminate the disaster, anyway, the fairy money, Ma Duyi and Zeng Ye came out by themselves, and it could not be counted on his Chen Ping'an's head. Ma Duyi smiled and said I know, after walking so far in the rivers and lakes, Mr. Chen still has to talk about this rule.

Chen Ping'an couldn't cry or laugh.

You and Zeng Ye have only now walked through the territory of two vassal states.

However, Chen Ping'an didn't say this, waved his hand, and motioned for them to go out to play. Otherwise, it is indispensable to give Ma Duyi a few more words.

It's just that when Zeng Ye closed the door, Chen Ping'an took off the sword raising glove and threw it to Zeng Ye, saying that it was just in case.

Zeng Ye was naturally happy, but as soon as he closed the door, he took it away from Ma Duyi and hung her on her waist.

Zeng Ye didn't have a rut.

Chen Ping'an smiled at this.

Isn't it a matter of course for men to let some women and the strong to give to the weak, and at the same time not to be the kind of condescending gesture of charity?

In this way, the world will be slow and error-free, slow and good.

All kinds of truth and learning need to fall back into order.

One more walk, and so far.

If you think about it, you think about it so much.

Chen Ping'an, who was a little tired and a little relaxed, just lay on the windowsill, closed his eyes, and took a nap.

My heart is my hometown.

Where in my country I can't sleep.

Dozens of miles away in the Chunhua River Water God Temple, an old man lying on the beam of the ancestral temple hall gnawing chicken legs, hairpin apricot blossoms, wearing embroidered clothes, very funny, suddenly, he hit a spirit, almost did not throw the greasy chicken legs to the heads of the pilgrims in the hall, this water monster was born, when he was lucky to get lucky, was handpicked by a gentleman of Guanhu Academy, only to be able to shape the golden body, Became the river god who enjoyed the incense in the world, one rose into the air, the body turned into nothing, through the roof of the main hall, the old water god looked around, very panicked, bowed to the Quartet, trembling and said: "Which saint is coming, the little god is frightened, frightened." ”

And that "chief culprit".

I'm busy taking a nap.

Morality is the body, all evils are easy to dispel, and the gods give way.