The woman with a graceful appearance and unknown origin had a praising look in her eyes and smiled: "I have a good memory." ”

It's just that I listened to a voice in the covered bridge back then, and after many years, I still just listened to her words here, and I can be sure that it was the old person back then, who heard the voice.

So is it a teenager who misses the old days, or does he hold grudges?

Chen Ping'an's face was expressionless, and he carefully looked at the woman who was previously called "Aunt Feng".

She is a tall woman, stepping on a pair of green shoes, without hanging any waist cards that can indicate the identity of landscape officialdom, round-necked brocade clothes, and the clothes are actually the encroachment of the old small group dragon.

With light makeup and a peach face, his face is full of flowers, and after drinking wine, his lips are dizzy with wine.

Chen Ping'an once saw it in a literati penbook, which was the old palace of ancient Shu, called Yichun face makeup.

Her hands are like soft and easy, as if she is mashing and dyeing her nails with cicadas and impatiens, extremely red and cute, and was called a grub palm in ancient times.

Tie a green silk with a colored knot, and the green silk hangs on the chest, like a blue waterfall pouring between the peaks.

Chen Ping'an took a closer look at the knot and found that the knot, which was no more than the size of a copper coin, was actually made of nearly 100 slender silk threads, and they were of different colors.

It seems that the colors of the world are all in this colored rope.

The most mysterious and mysterious thing is that this Aunt Feng does not have any aura ripples on her body, and she does not use any immortal methods, but her whole person is always spotless.

It's like she's not in the world at all, but a tourist in the long river of time, just deliberately letting people see her.

As for the rest of the young monks on the roof, Chen Ping'an was of course concerned, but he was not too distracted, anyway, he only looked at it from the corner of his eye, and he already had an unobstructed view.

The six young people carefully cultivated by Da Li are worthy of being dead soldiers who have been fighting for a long time, and at the moment when Chen Ping'an appeared, none of the six cultivators with their own waist card codes showed the slightest loss of mind, which shows the tenacity of their Taoist hearts.

The young woman who carved the word "noon" on the waist card, no need to step on the gang, no need to recite the mantra, just set up a small world of its own, protect seven people, on the roof, like the appearance of a pocket mirage, manifest a fairy palace, the mountains and soil are red, the rocks are continuous, the shape is like a cloud, the purple gas rises in the Lingzhen cave house, the Qiongtai jade room, the Xuan Ting is bright, the rows are one after another, the treasure light is everywhere, which resounds the Lingbao singing praise, the sky is ethereal, like a leading Zhuyue's ancient mansion, the immortal rule.

The little girl hanging the "戌" character waist card, her hands are full of treasures, covered with moire talismans, a bit similar to the means of a sewing man.

On her slender shoulders, a statue resembling a dharma-like existence, her body was extremely small, her figure was no more than an inch high, and she was a young man, with a sword, wearing a vermilion robe, wearing a hibiscus crown, and decorating her clothes with snow-white dragon balls.

The little monk wearing a plain yarn Zen robe, hanging the "Chen" word waist card, open one eye and close one eye, close the eyes, there is a whirlpool of lightning and thunder, there is a flat mirror water surface under the feet, among the bright light of the stars, there are constantly lotus flowers pumping up, swaying, flowers bloom and fall, withering and falling water, and then slim and jade and flowers bloom, and the cycle repeats.

At noon, the Fu Array Master refined an entire Ancient Cave Heaven with the Great Dao Fragmented. Xu, a soldier monk, may be because of his young age and his physique is not yet ready for the fire, and he only has two arms to use sewing methods for the time being, but he can rely on a certain kind of military supernatural power with extraordinary talent to break the rules and order the ghost of an ancient sword immortal. Chen, with a kind of Buddhist meditation and meditation supernatural powers.

The other three, the sword cultivator "Mao", the Confucian qi practitioner "You", and the Taoist monk "Wei", all had a very good hidden atmosphere and did not rush to use their means.

Aunt Feng looked around and said with a smile: "I'm just here to catch up with half of my fellow villagers, you don't have to be so nervous, put away all the means to scare people." ”

The six were indifferent, obviously not following her orders. Aunt Feng is not annoyed, there is no way, she is just an anonymous preacher, she is lazy, so many years of teaching Taoism and magical powers, it is a typical work without contribution, if it is not for someone in the past to supervise, plus every once in a while will inspect the results, she can just throw out a few brochures and give up, learn to succeed, each with the understanding of the law, what does it have to do with her. Just like now, the six children are disobedient, and Aunt Feng will put up a battle with them, anyway, it is not her who wastes her energy, she continues to look at Chen Ping'an, and asks with a smile: "You don't blame me for persuading you to stop back then, right?"

Chen Ping'an clasped his hands in his sleeves, and seven people, including Aunt Feng, showed his sincerity, and said with a smile: "How dare you blame your seniors." ”

Aunt Feng smiled, Yo, we will meet again tonight, looking at the pleasant face, a mouthful of seniors and juniors, but listening to the tone, there are words in the words, and the sword fairy temperament is not small.

Chen Ping'an asked in his heart: "The seniors are very familiar with Mr. Qi?"

Aunt Feng thought it was interesting and didn't give an answer, so she asked with a smile: "Since you have become a closed disciple of Lao Xiucai, Qi Jingchun is your senior brother, why do you still call Mr. Qi now?"

Chen Ping'an clasped his hands in his sleeves, his hands and ten fingers interlaced, his body was slightly rickety, and he said with a smile: "I am willing, I can call it whatever I like." Even if the predecessors are in charge of the heavens and the earth, they really can't care about this matter. ”

Aunt Feng sighed: "In the end, I have grown up, and my temper has grown." I remember when you were a kid, you were very talkative. ”

Chen Ping'an smiled: "Don't hide it from my predecessors, I'm actually very good at talking now." ”

Aunt Feng raised one hand, gently twisted the colored knot with two fingers, and smiled without saying a word.

Chen Ping'an followed and did not speak.

The atmosphere was a little cold for a while.

At that time, on the covered bridge road, there were five openings, and the old man Yang of the pharmacy was the last one, and he was also the only one who could determine Chen Ping'an's identity at that time.

This Aunt Feng is the first person to speak when Chen Ping'an is moving forward step by step, she whispers softly, naturally demagoguery, and advises the young man to kneel, so that he can be lucky.

In her words back then, putting aside the most familiar old man Yang, compared to the tone of the other four, she was the most arrogant, just like ...... A spring resentful woman who lives in seclusion in the mountains, has nothing to do to pick up the flower curtain, and when she sees the flowers swaying in the wind in the courtyard, she dispelled her laziness a little, mentioned a little interest, and said casually, don't be in a hurry to leave the branches.

The second one who spoke was quite polite, and called Chen Ping'an an an ordinary man, and knelt down quickly.

The third person, with a flat tone, seemed to be saying a natural truth, and the fourth person, with a vicissitudes of voice and an old-fashioned attitude, finally warned Chen Ping'an that Tianyu would not take it but take the blame.

However, the gods of the immortal family are unpredictable, thoughtful, and often implicated for hundreds of years and thousands of years, so those who speak fiercely may not be malicious, and those who are gentle and drizzly may not be kind.

The murderer is vicious, even if the voice is laughing, it is a murderous intention. Ji people are peaceful, even if they dream of their souls, they are just as harmonious.

In short, including Old Man Yang, there is no one who hopes that he will continue to move forward. There may not be anyone who thinks that a mud leg in Mud Bottle Lane with a broken Changsheng Bridge is qualified, capable, and blessed to bear the cause and effect of that avenue.

Except for Mr. Qi.

Chen Ping'an suddenly turned his head to look at the woman in the formation.

She immediately put away a natal supernatural power, not daring to look at this person's state of mind.

Just now, she could only vaguely see a well between the world and the heart.

When a green shirt standing on the side of the eaves cast his gaze, in his heart, at the mouth of the well, it was like a pair of mighty golden eyes, even more pure than the gold and copper coins, and even anti-guest, examining the heart of her, a snooper.

She knew that this was Chen Ping'an reminding herself not to watch what she shouldn't see.

When she looks at people, she can vaguely see a vague mental appearance, which is innate, and the cultivation of the day after tomorrow is just a matter of course.

Just like whether a person can climb the mountain and practice, it depends on whether God is willing to reward this bowl of immortal rice.

In addition to sword cultivation, Fu Qi and Wangqi are more difficult to learn, and they rely more on the innate qualifications of qi practitioners.

The so-called inquest qualifications of the Qintian Supervisor Qi Shi can be seen as all kinds of innate root bones.

After all the children are born, the natal porcelain is fired, and a grain of essence blood is dropped, which is a means of inquest to judge the level of a person's future achievements, and the error is extremely small.

Lizhu Dongtian has existed for 3,000 years, Dali has only been established for a few hundred years, and it was a vassal vassal of the Lu Dynasty at the earliest, so who gave the ownership of Lizhu Dongtian to the Dali Song family? Who taught this key technique to help Dali rise rapidly in the north of a continent? No written record has been left for large and small historical puzzles, and the senior brother Cui Yun and student Cui Dongshan seem to be abiding by some kind of contract, as long as it is all the old yellow calendar related to Lizhu Dongtian, they don't mention a word.

The hometown town is not big, a small cave, a thousand miles away, but a few thousand people.

Cui Dongshan once ridiculed Lizhu Cave Heaven, which is the only shallow king in the world, and the temple is small and demonic. Just after saying this, Cui Dongshan immediately clasped his hands together, held them high above his head, shook them vigorously, and read the words.

The female formation master of the "noon" brand said to a colleague in her heart: "It is roughly certain that Chen Ping'an has no malicious or murderous intentions towards us. But I can't guarantee that this will be the truth. ”

The sword cultivator "Mao" and the little girl who was born as a soldier monk asked, "What are the odds?"

The little girl said, "Chop melons and vegetables." ”

Then he added a word, "be." ”

In fact, this seemingly innocent girl is the brains of the six.

The other five people are not in Dali Capital, which is another small hill.

Jian Xiu asked the young Taoist priest again, "What is the result of the divination?"

The Taoist said with a smile: "It's like hitting the wall, fortunately, this sword immortal doesn't care about anything, otherwise I have to spit out the wine I drank in my stomach and fill a pot, no problem." ”

Jian Xiu pondered for a moment and said, "Then remove the formation." ”

He is obviously the leader of the group, he is not yet the age of the weak crown, and the cultivation realm is not the highest, but he is the real backbone.

When the sword cultivator was so decisive, the female formation master, the little girl from the soldier family, and the little monk all did not hesitate to put away their respective magical spells.

Chen Ping'an took the opportunity to look at the young sword cultivator, his eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to someone, not surprisingly, his surname was Song, and his surname was Guo.

That sword cultivator was the only one sitting on the roof, and after glancing at Chen Ping'an, he remained silent, as if he didn't know any Luoluo Mountain Lord at all.

Chen Ping'an stepped out, left the eaves located at the highest place, his figure fell on the ridge of the roof, and he looked at the Aunt Feng at eye level, and continued to ask in his heart: "Before the predecessors came to the Dali Capital, they had been living in the Lizhu Cave for a long time to comprehend the Heavenly Dao?"

Aunt Feng shook her head and smiled: "It is not appropriate or dare not live for a long time, you are young at that time, you have never climbed the mountain, you may not know very well, Qi Jingchun's temper is just good to you, and we are much stricter with our unrighteous relics, criminals, and thieves, so I stay more on the side of Zhenwu Mountain, and occasionally visit the door, before Qi Jingchun took over the cave, the saints of the past dynasties were still relatively relaxed, I will either take people out of the Lizhu cave, such as Cao Xin, Yuan Lian, or occasionally bring outsiders into the cave, such as Gu Can's father." But don't worry, I have nothing to do with that Ma Kuxuan in Xinghua Lane. No good feelings, no bad feelings, no good or bad. Of course, this is just my perception, and the rest of the people have their own eyes. ”

Chen Ping'an believes that what she said is not only intuition, but also that there are enough veins and clues to support this feeling.

For example, Ma Kuxuan, the proud son of the sky, is like a son of a wealthy lord who is very arrogant in the local officialdom, and has the trend of separating the feudal town, but he will definitely not be able to mobilize a Shangshu in Beijing.

Aunt Feng smiled and asked, "Chen Ping'an, you already know my identity?"

Chen Ping'an didn't hide it, nodded and said: "If you just hear the title of 'Aunt Feng', you don't dare to be so sure, but when the juniors see the knot with their own eyes, there is nothing to doubt." ”

At such an age, of course you have to call your seniors.

She smiled and said, "I have a good memory, and my eyesight is not bad." No wonder you were so polite to me. ”

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "I implore my seniors to answer my previous question." ”

She asked, "Is it important to be familiar with Qi Jingchun or not?"

Chen Ping'an nodded and said, "For me, it's actually okay, but for my seniors, it may be very important." ”

She stretched out her hand and patted her heart, her face full of resentment, pretending to be frightened, "What should I do if I am threatened and intimidated? What should a forty-year-old young junior do to scare a senior who is a few years older?" ”

Chen Ping'an and this Aunt Feng's heartfelt words, the other six people are not in a high realm, so naturally they can't listen to it, so they can only watch the play on the wall, and try to seek the truth through the subtle changes in the eyes and faces of both parties.

Chen Ping'an said with a smile: "This is the predecessor who wronged people." ”

How can it be said that it is a threat, there is a thing to say.

The Aunt Feng in front of her is the god of the wind, to be precise, one of them.

That's why it seems so independent and clean, the reason couldn't be simpler, the flow of the wind in the world must obey her.

As for the twenty-four flower trade winds and the like, it is naturally within her jurisdiction.

Chen Ping'an served as a hidden official and entered the summer palace, so he saw a few proofreading entries about "Aunt Feng", which roughly explained her roots.

Aunt Feng smiled and said, "A sword cultivator in the Jade Pu Realm, there is a Daoist in the Ascension Realm, and he is tough when he speaks. ”

Chen Ping'an nodded and smiled: "The wind passes through the world, the flags are not erected, and the green trees still exist, and they are indeed not as tough as their predecessors." ”

This Aunt Feng took the initiative to appear here, and the greatest possibility was to stand up for the Dali Song family, which was equivalent to an invisible provocation.

Chen Ping'an didn't think that her arrival was an unexpected thing for her.

If it is said that the appearance of Dong Hu, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites, is a gesture of goodwill. Then Aunt Feng's appearance is indeed a very tough style.

It's like telling yourself that the Dali Song family and the essence of this capital, you Chen Ping'an are not clear at all, don't think about running rampant here.

Although this aunt Feng did not take advantage of the situation to become one of the twelve high-ranking gods before 10,000 years, she recorded an old past in an ancient military book called "Taigong Yin Fu" in the Summer Palace, but it was just a long-lost "strange age" to tell the past. Legend has it that there were once seven high-ranking gods with prominent powers, each of whom led his subordinates to help the human race cut down the sky, and most of them fell in the war.

It's just that the so-called high-ranking god monarch in the book does not clearly indicate his identity, and it is even more difficult to say whether he belongs to the earliest twelve high-ranking positions.

Assuming that the general court of the Middle Earth soldiers is the gate of a big mansion, then the ancestral court of the Yizhou soldiers such as Zhenwu Mountain and Fengxue Temple is the side door that has been opened up, and these ancient gods can also enter and exit it.

In addition, an ancient anthology similar to the gods and immortals records in detail the largest catastrophe in the history of the Hundred Flowers Blessed Land, the catastrophe. It is the visit of this "Aunt Fengjia" to the blessed land, and she is called the "Fengjia maid" by the god of flowers in the blessed land, and she is a guest, walking through the mountains and rivers of the blessed land, and everywhere she goes, the wind is raging, the anger is screaming, and the flowers are withering. Therefore, on the top of that ancient book, there is also a strong text at the end, which wants to fight to the death for the world's hundred flowers and Aunt Feng.

At that time, whenever Chen Ping'an was in the summer palace during the war, he would have a pot of wine and a plate of peanuts, and use these dusty old yellow calendars as wine and dishes.

Like the Chronicles of Mountains and Seas and the Supplemental Chronicles, as well as the many literati notes in the world, there is no record of Aunt Feng.

There are clear written records of the secret files, in addition to the merit forest of the Middle Earth Confucian Temple, in other places in the world, any library, even if it is the thousand-year-old lord of the sect on the mountain and the human dynasty, can never find a book, the children of later generations want to know, can only be through the oral transmission of the ancestors, but also to ensure that it is not listened to by the Confucian Academy of Confucianism, otherwise even if it is the head of a sect and the head of a family, they need to go to the Confucian Temple to play chess and drink.

And among the supporters of this female wind god, there are many majestic emperors and monarchs in history, such as a city lord of a night sailing ship, and the chief of the Surabaya Pavilion who once cut the white snake.

Aunt Feng suddenly said, "I almost forgot that you were the last hidden official of the Great Wall of Sword Qi." ”

In fact, the decades before the Lizhu Cave was shattered and fell to the ground in the past, for an ancient existence like her with a long history, if it is not at a critical juncture, when it encounters a critical node, it is not very willing to take a few more looks, it may just be swept away, for each current spiritual being, ensure that you have a rough idea in your heart, and then at most you have your own bet, it may be due to interest, it may be a competition of vision, and who to compete with.

Chen Ping'an smiled, the cliché was not successful, both sides were like

is pounding the paste, maybe it is because the drinking has not arrived, you can ask Aunt Feng's predecessors to go to the inn to drink and catch up.

Aunt Feng remembered something, and seemed a little surprised by Chen Ping'an's patience, "I don't ask the rest of the old immortals who spoke back then, what are their origins and what are their requests?"

Chen Ping'an shook his head and smiled: "If the seniors are willing to say, of course the juniors are grateful." If the seniors are unwilling to say it, the younger generations will naturally be unable to ask for it. ”

She stretched out her fingers together, tapped her cheeks lightly, and squinted and smiled, as if hesitating to break the ground.

Ma Kuxuan in Xinghua Lane, Song Jixin in Mud Bottle Lane, Zhao Miao in Fulu Street, Xie Ling in Taoye Lane...... This is just the youngest generation of Lizhu Dongtian, and then up, in fact, there are still their own bets, some are pure boredom, and when they see someone who has the right eye, they will do it and support it, and some are plotting to be thousands of miles away. For example, one of the old guys is the contemporary ancestor of the dragon breeder in the world, and the ancestor of the family has a meritorious role in the dragon, and this person hid his identity back then, and rushed all the way from the Middle Earth Divine Continent to the Aquarius Continent, isolated from the heavens, and hid in the group of dragon slaying practitioners.

Aunt Feng suddenly held back a smile and said for no reason, "It's really not tiring to walk a long way with a favorite girl on your back." At that time, he was very bold, why is it that now that the realm is high, he is timid. I'm going to be anxious for you. ”

Chen Ping'an's face changed slightly.

When Aunt Feng saw the green-shirted swordsman at this moment, she finally felt a little familiar, and finally had a little bit of the appearance of a young boy back then.

Yo, I'm still weak and blushing.

It's weird, don't they all say that Chen Yinguan of the Great Wall of Sword Qi can defend the city for another 10,000 years just by his face?

Chen Ping'an no longer deliberately bent his body, took a deep breath, hugged his fists and saluted, and smiled brightly, "Thank you seniors for taking care of you." ”

Aunt Feng nodded, she was indeed a smart person who was as careful as a hair, and she had been away from her hometown for many years at a young age, so she maintained that early wisdom very well, Qi Jingchun's vision was really good.

In the Lizhu Cave Heaven, there are some scenes and time scrolls, and when Qi Jingchun makes that decision, it is destined not to be seen by anyone who wants to see it.

As she said before, Qi Jingchun's temper is really not too good.

After Qi Jingchun took the boy to the corridor bridge, he made a rule with everyone, keep their eyes in order, and don't look at the boy in Mud Bottle Lane again.

One of the old guys, who broke the rules, was once cleaned up by Qi Jingchun and almost wanted to take the initiative to be reincarnated.

She is the only exception.

It's not that she is optimistic about Chen Ping'an, and she has any bets, but the allusion to the "burning dragon woman's forehead with wormwood" in her early years, because she once had a lot of protection for the real dragons in the world.

Aunt Feng nodded, stopped talking in her heart, and said softly: "Here in the capital, I have a place to stay on the side of the Fire God Temple. ”

Chen Ping'an hugged his fists and said: "If you turn back, but you have a private matter, you must go over there to meet your seniors." ”

She reminded: "Before you come, remember to say hello, there is someone who has long wanted to see you, it is not easy for him to go out every time, and he has to report to the Ministry of Rites." ”

Chen Ping'an actually has a few candidates in mind, such as the shopkeeper Yang of the pharmacy in his hometown, and Su Gaoshan, the general who accompanied the emperor's temple.

It's just that on the side of the seniors, I won't shake these little cleverness, anyway, I'll meet sooner or later.

Aunt Feng had some extremely humane eyes and gentleness, and sighed, "In just a few decades, it is really not easy to come to this point." Let's go, don't delay you to get down to business. ”

Chen Ping'an is dressed.

Dressed in a green shirt, he saluted.

In the past, there was a lot of spring breeze in my hometown.

There was a year when spring went very late and summer came very late.

Aunt Feng dealt with it calmly.

helped Qi Jingchun so much, but he was thanked by his little junior brother, and he didn't have a single snowflake money.

Before leaving, Aunt Feng and this young man who had never disappointed Qi Jingchun reminded in their hearts: "Except for me, you have to be careful." By the way, one of them is in the capital. ”

Chen Ping'an straightened up and said with a smile: "Juniors have always been very careful, so they should be careful as well. ”

Aunt Feng nodded, like a rabbit falling like a falcon, flying all the way, not fast, not slow, not galloping at all.

Chen Ping'an sighed with emotion, it turned out that his predecessor was also an expert who was proficient in falling and liked to hide clumsiness.

In the last scene on the roof, Chen Ping'an and Aunt Feng surprised these young geniuses.

I thought that such a Luoluo Mountain sect master who made a big fuss in Zhengyang Mountain would make a fuss when he arrived in Dali Capital.

As a result, when I saw Aunt Feng, I was so respectful, and in my words, I always insisted on the junior ceremony, and I still had to do this great gift?

In fact, among all the preachers, this woman spent the longest time with the eleven people, but she did not teach any clever Taoism, but only taught a few retreats with the eleven of them.

The little girl's eyes widened, dripping and turning, and she quickly stretched her neck, smiled and beckoned and shouted: "Aunt Feng, Aunt Feng, please go back and drink good wine, the immortal wine of Changchun Palace is expensive to die and expensive to die." ”

The little monk clasped his hands together, nodded towards the figure of Aunt Feng who was far away, and said, "The monks don't speak, tonight's Aunt Feng is so beautiful." ”

Jian Xiu stretched out his finger and pressed it against his eyebrows, spreading out so many like-minded colleagues, without eyes or ears.

But as long as you are not a fool, you should understand one thing later, everyone before definitely underestimated the realm and identity of that Aunt Feng.

Chen Ping'an is about to leave, and there is nothing to talk about with these few cultivators, nothing more than a single-plank bridge Yangguan Road.

As long as the Dali Song clan is not crazy, they will not let this group of promising young geniuses come to find trouble for themselves.

I never thought that the sword cultivator hugged his fist and said: "The people of the capital, the sword cultivator Song Xu, I have seen the master of Chen Mountain." ”

Chen Ping'an had no choice but to stop, nodded with a smile: "Jin Dan Sword Cultivator, who is less than twenty years old, is terrifying in the future. ”

Song Xu looked awkward.

Since Song Xu, who is the leading brother, has signed up for his own number, the other five people will learn from each other, after all, the opportunity is rare, and a few more words with this famous hidden official is earned.

The Confucian qi practitioner called out to Mr. Chen, claiming to be a scholar of the old mountain cliff academy in Dali, who did not go to Dasui to continue his studies, and had served as a military monk for several years.

The young formation master, the woman's name is Han Dayjin, and she said that she came from the Qingtan blessed land under the jurisdiction of the Divine Decree Sect.

The little girl's surname is Yu, not surprisingly, this Tianlu Pavilion is her family's territory.

The Taoist priest has a public identity, serving as the Jingshi Daolu, and is the Jurong clan in the southeast of Aquarius, named Ge Ling.

The little monk wearing a plain yarn Zen robe claimed to be a little novice from the Translation Bureau.

The little girl seemed to be in a mood, and said a few more words with a smile, "Grandmaster Chen, I heard that your old man had a fight with Cao Ci in Gongdelin, and it was earth-shattering, and the face of Cao Ci, who I heard that he was very handsome and punched very chic, was swollen, are you still honorable even though you are defeated?"

Chen Ping'an has never seen such a little girl who can't chat, and she scolded and scolded the two? Do you think you are Gu Jianlong?

Besides, the small talk before these guys sat in the village was not very polite, if I remember correctly, it was this little girl who looked at her big grin, and threatened to meet herself for a while, and she couldn't miss it when she passed by! Listening to that Ge Ling's words again, it seemed that she had been in the capital and asked Pei Qian about boxing, but for a full month afterwards, she yelled that her liver hurt her liver every day. When Han Tianjin said a fair word and said, "Our hidden official, the appearance is not bad", the little girl began to thimble again, and said Sister Han, what kind of eyes do you have, it is obviously average.

So Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "People in the rivers and lakes, disaster comes from the mouth, and if you say too much, you will lose." ”

This is still not familiar, otherwise if it is replaced by his own great disciple, he often squats outside the shop of the Dragon Riding Lane, holds down the mouth of a dog head lying on the ground, and teaches the left protector of the Dragon Lane a lesson, so that it will go from door to door in the future, don't shout, be careful when you speak, I know a lot of friends in the rivers and lakes who kill pigs and dogs and open butcher shops, and when they go down, they will lie on the chopping board, ah, you are talking, you don't put a fart, don't accept it......

As for why Chen Ping'an was able to know everything about the conversation here, of course, it was because of the flying sword in the well.

This natal flying sword can be transformed into a very large number of swords, and the number depends on the level of Chen Ping'an's realm.

After Chen Ping'an entered the capital, he sacrificed several flying swords turned into the moon in the well, and flew secretly.

Han Rijin glanced at the moonlight on the branches of an ancient cypress not far away, and said with a needle hidden in his words, and quipped: "Mr. Chen is a sword immortal in the Upper Five Realms, so it's not appropriate to act like this, right?"

"The heart of defense is indispensable, and you must be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years. ”

Chen Ping'an looked calm, raised his sleeve, waved his hand casually, and put a sword light into his sleeve.

The sword light seemed to have blended with the moonlight, so there was no trace.

Song Xu was impressed. He is a sword cultivator, so he knows the weight of Chen Ping'an's hand best.

The flying sword turns into nothingness and hides somewhere, as long as it is a sword cultivator, anyone will.

However, the aura between heaven and earth is not static, it is uncertain, if the refining talisman is into the sword and the sword intent is melted, it is just that this kind of immortal magic is superimposed, there are pros and cons, the advantage is that it is difficult to find traces, and the trajectory of the flying sword is more hidden, and the disadvantage is that it damages the "purity" of the flying sword and affects the killing power.

And Chen Ping'an's sword light is like a long river of time, with fish swimming in the water.

Like a fish swimming in the clouds.

Yin Guan just shook his hand, and let Song Xu know where the gap was.

In short, if Chen Ping'an really wants to commit murder tonight, as Yu Yu said before, he can kill at will, just like Yu Yu said before.

Of course, they didn't have some "unreasonable" back-ups, but against this hidden official of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, it was true that they had no chance of winning.

There's nothing to be embarrassed to admit, anyway, the five sword immortal embryos of Jia Shen Account are the top geniuses of the whole wilderness world, and they have failed to succeed in a well-planned ambush.

And the six of them, after all, are just the so-called top-notch of a continent of mountains and rivers.

Chen Ping'an thought that he had changed his familiar face with them and planned to leave, after all, Dong Hu was still waiting at the mouth of the alley, and Chen Ping'an was willing to miss the old man who had met when he was a teenager.

Ge Ling shouted Chen Jianxian.

Chen Ping'an was puzzled: "Is there anything else?"

Ge Ling pointed to one place, and said helplessly: "Xiaodao is this shallow Dao, what can happen, it's just that Chen Jianxian's other flying sword, can you put it away, Xiaodao's back is cold, and I always feel panicked." ”

Chen Ping'an nodded and praised: "Little Immortal Jun's eyes are like torches, like opening the eyes of heaven." ”

Ge Ling clasped his hands into fists on his chest, shook it slightly, and said with a smile: "Chen Jianxian praised it falsely, and he didn't dare to be it." However, you can borrow Chen Jianxian's auspicious words to promote Immortal Jun as soon as possible. ”

"It's easy to say, if it's fate, I have a basket of good words here. ”

Chen Ping'an smiled and beckoned again, and a sword light returned into his sleeve, and then one after another.

Front, back, back, a total of six sword lights. There are six people on the roof, and everyone has a share.

Ge Ling and Han Dayjin, who was a formation master, glanced at each other and smiled bitterly.

The two of them, among the six people, are already the monks who are the best at surveying the spiritual qi of heaven and earth and looking for clues.

The little girl turned her head, this time she had learned to be obedient, knowing to look away, and muttered again: "It's really insidious and indecent." It's all sword immortals, and they bully a few of us little earth immortals like this. ”

Chen Ping'an stretched out a finger, tapped his ear, and said with a smile: "This girl, I'd rather beat people than scold people, and don't be listened to when I scold, it's still the old rule of walking the rivers and lakes." ”

The little girl and the chick pecked the rice, "Although I don't know why Chen Jianxian is so nagging, but I think it's reasonable." ”

Chen Ping'an smiled: "Excellent, excellent." can accept good words and good words, such as the city people accumulate baht, become a rich man, and have thousands of dollars. ”

She loves to hear this, and she suddenly became much more pleasing to this green-shirted swordsman.

Ge Ling said with a smile: "Chen Jianxian actually passed by Xiaoguan before, and Xiaodao was temporarily practicing there, and there was still tea for hospitality. ”

It is said that the small Taoist temple under the jurisdiction of the Chongxu Bureau is in charge of the affairs of the Jingshi Daomen.

Chen Ping'an didn't have any polite words, he said forget it, he didn't stay here anymore, and his figure on the roof of Tianlu Pavilion flashed away.

As soon as Chen Ping'an left, he was still silent, and after a while, the young Taoist priest put away a magical power and said that he should really leave, and the little girl sighed, looked at the Confucian qi practitioner, and said I pulled Chen Ping'an to talk so much, how many words did he say, or not?

The latter shook his head and said all the words, not moving.

As a result, another flash of sword light flashed.

The little monk clasped his hands together, "The Buddha bless you tonight, and I will go to the merit box to donate incense money tomorrow." ”

Yu Yu stomped her feet, "It's not annoying, my aunt finally understands why Jia Shen's account will suffer." has reached a high level, and it is still so unpopular to do things. ”

Song Xu reminded with a smile: "When he was ambushed on the side of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, Mr. Chen's cultivation realm was actually not high. ”

The group of them didn't bother to change places, so they sat down on the rooftops, drinking and practicing.

According to the plan of the national teacher Cui Yun, in the next hundred years, in the southern border of Aquarius, a sect will suddenly appear, eleven qi practitioners, at least the Yupu realm, plus a martial artist. Establish a sect and create a sect. Everyone present, plus the other five, will be the founding patriarch.

Every sect master must be a disciple of the Confucian Academy, and at least a gentleman.

What you are embarrassed to do in the Temple of Literature, my Dali Dynasty will start first and try to see the effect.

The strategy given by Wen Hai Zhou Mi back then, Haoran World does not need to deny it all.

Because people are wasted, it is contrary to the knowledge of deeds.

Han Tianjin lay on his back and muttered, "The hidden official is really good-looking." ”

Yu Yu sat cross-legged and rolled her eyes.

The last sword light quietly disappeared.

It seems that such a sincere and unintentional words from the female formation master scared off a flying sword of the young hidden official.

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Dong Hu was left aside by the young mountain lord before, the old waiter felt helpless, but he didn't get angry, what he talked about with the mountain lord tonight was very important, not to mention waiting for a moment and a half, even Chen Ping'an would never return, so he waited until dawn, and the old man didn't complain.

Dong Hu glanced at the alley not far away, the old Yuanying named Liu Jiao in the Ministry of Rites was standing in place with his eyes closed and recuperating, practicing and practicing, why don't you get a flying up.

As for the young man of the Tianshui Zhao family, he squatted on the ground and ate a large handful of peanuts, saw the sight of the old waiter, and stretched out his hand, Dong Hu smiled and waved his hand. Eat, eat, eat, your grandfather and your father are all fat.

It seems that although the old waiter has no complaints, he is a little resentful.

I really don't know what the national teacher thought back then, and found such an old antique janitor who only knows how to practice behind closed doors. is a person who doesn't enter oil and salt, and never takes half a step out of the alley all year round, but what about Zhao Duanming, a kid, who doesn't talk to this preacher about the outside?

The young man said with a hippie smile: "Grandpa Dong, don't look at me, you don't know, every time I go out, I only look for Cao drunkards to eat and drink, chat and fart, and don't talk about business.

Dong Hu, an old waiter, according to the rules of officialdom, although he has a good relationship with the Tianshui Zhao family, he cannot be regarded as the Tianshui Zhao family's voice in the temple. Because Tianshui Zhao's officialdom plate in Dali is mainly the two pieces of the household department and the Ministry of Industry, and none of them are sharp, and no one is the chief official.

However, Ma Zheng of the Dali Imperial Court has always been firmly controlled by the Tianshui Zhao family, so the relationship with the border army can be imagined.

For Zhao Duanming, who clearly gave up the identity of the future Tianshui family master, the old waiter is naturally no stranger, over there in Yichi Lane, every New Year's holiday, going door-to-door, will take care of the face, this child is very stubborn, he is a special master who can make when he is young, when he was a child, he often led a group of peers in Yichi Lane, and he killed the past, and fought with the seed brother who was about the same age on Chi'er Street.

These two streets and alleys with the longest history in Dali have each generation of children.

There are not many children, who have not had a blue nose and swollen face when they were young, and they will have their own dog-headed military advisors, who are responsible for reading the military books and helping to arrange the troops, but if they really want to fight, they will not talk about the rules and regulations.

For example, those who are a generation older than Zhao Duanming, Cao Gengxin, and Liu Xunmei are also in the same situation.

However, Cao Gengxin is the most insidious, and he specializes in having a relationship with the girls in the two streets and alleys

Before the fight, they would report to them, and ask for money from those of them who were sisters and sisters, saying that he could take someone to secretly protect so-and-so, and that he could ensure that whoever would be punched less would at least be able to go home standing up. This guy is also business-minded, he knows how to hire people to make wooden knives and bamboo knives at a young age, and every time he fanns the flames and provokes a fight, he begins to distribute weapons, of course, it is a lease, and he has to give money, and if he is interrupted in the middle of a fight, he will lose money.

Because of the children born in Yichi Lane, the bigger the official hat of their ancestors in the officialdom, they are often beaten by the siege of Chi'er Street, and they are beaten to death when they are caught.

As for Yuan Zhengding, who is about the same age as Cao Gengxin, he didn't like to get involved in these messy things when he was a child, which is extremely special.

Earlier, there were also the patrol envoys Cao Yu's gang, and when the old man Guan was alive, he liked to watch these fights and troubles the most, and the most damaged thing was that the old man was at the back door of the Guan family, stacking a pile of abandoned bricks all year round, and he didn't charge money, just take them.

Dong Hu himself came over like this, several sons, and now his grandson, and even a few granddaughters, regardless of whether they like to fight or not, there is no shortage of beaters and being beaten. Therefore, there has always been a saying in Dali officialdom that those who have not borrowed the bricks of the Guan family will generally not have a big future.

Dong Hu felt that such a big Li capital was very good.

In the two streets and alleys, there are both childish voices reading books and shouts of fights and brawls.

After all, Dong Hu is old, and he is not in the court anyway, so he squatted on the side of the road with his back against the corner.

Liu Jia opened his eyes and said with a smile: "A big official like a squire will also squat on the ground, which is insulting and unseemly." ”

The old monk is not blind or deaf, and he doesn't pay attention to the outside world, or some gossip from friends.

I only heard that this old waiter who has given half his life to the Yamen of the Ministry of Rites, in the officialdom, his knees are not too hard, and his reputation is average, and he is a waiter who has worked hard.

Of course, he is a layman in these officialdom matters, and he will not really think that this big official, who never says tough words, must be a coward.

After all, there are too many ruthless people in Dali officialdom, especially in the temples in the capital, and there are many people who don't say cruel things but do ruthless things.

Dong Hu said angrily: "Lao Tzu is not a god who doesn't need to eat, you have to every day, you don't squat, you stand and pull, ah?"

Tonight, His Majesty the Emperor urgently summoned him to the palace to discuss matters, and then put on such a chore, the longer the old waiter waited, the mood gradually deteriorated, especially the peach blossom eyes of the Queen Mother at that time, which were squinting and penetrating.

But in fact, Dong Hu's impression of the young mountain owner of Luoluo Mountain is not bad at all, and even Dong Hu has always felt that the old Lizhu Cave Heaven is really good feng shui.

In order to produce such talents.

The Ministry of Rites is in charge of a country's landscapes, and he is a squire, and he knows a lot about the inside story or something.

Even if it is the unruly and unruly Ma Kuxuan, but in the midst of the big battles, how can he ever slack off?

In addition, there is Zhao Xuan, who is already a Beijing official, and Lin Shouyi, who is now in the capital, which is not a genius among geniuses?

Liu Jia smiled and said, "Then Lord Shilang will continue to squat and drink the northwest wind." ”

Dong Hu turned his head and exhaled: "Duanming, let's have some peanuts." ”

Zhao Duanming shook his wrist, got up and clapped his hands, "It's gone." ”

Liu Jia stroked his beard and smiled, a good apprentice, with the master.

In fact, Chen Ping'an had already returned to the vicinity of the alley, but he didn't show up in a hurry, not deliberately putting on a show, but just wanting to see more of the patience of this old waiter.

The conscience is in the night when the air is clear.

The young officials endured the surging of wine, and said goodbye to the seniors of the public with bigger official hats, and when they were far away, they immediately reached out to cover their mouths, and ran all the way to the river, squatting and vomiting, vomiting on their stomachs, retching so much that tears came out.

Drinking is uncomfortable, and the heart is even more uncomfortable.

After studying hard for 20 years, he finally became an official, but he had to smile with people at the wine table like this.

The old man, who was from his country, crouched to the side and gently patted the young man on the back.

This young man is known as "the article is like snow" by Dali Shilin.

If the young people don't feel wrong, then the old people don't need to lead the way for the young people.

The young man raised the back of his hand, wiped the corners of his eyes, smiled bitterly on his face, and said in a trembling voice: "Master, even if I only drink once a month, I can't stand it." When will it be big?"

The old man smiled: "When you become a big official, when it is someone else's turn to invite you to drink, you can drink less, and if you are in a good mood and have good drinks, drink more." ”

The young man turned his head and retched again, pulled the river water, lowered his head to rinse his mouth, and sat down on the ground again, unable to vomit anymore, and finally felt better.

The old man sat on the steps on the side and said with a smile: "People can't help but be rich and noble, but it is forbidden for people to be idle, in the officialdom, of course, it will only be more idle, just get used to it." However, there is a sentence, it used to be my imperial examination master who told me that after today's drinking party, his old man said, no matter how much you read, if you still don't know how to get close to people and observe things, then don't be an official at all, because scholars should read to understand the world. ”

Speaking of this, after a pause, the old man stroked his beard and smiled, "So you kid, you have to pay back." ”

The young man, who was already blushing, became more and more embarrassed, and said softly: "Master, the wine money can only be owed first." ”

The old man smiled and said: "Don't worry, I'll pay it back when I have money, my body is still strong, your little money, just save it first, daughter-in-law." It is not easy to live in the capital, and if you want to marry a local beautiful girl, it costs more money. ”

Seeing that the young man was still a little embarrassed, the old man smiled and said: "A gentleman is a business, and poverty is not ashamed." ”

The young official staggered to his feet, saluted, and thanked the old man silently.

There are still grievances left in the previous stomach, but there are not so many.

The old man and the young walked together on the street, and it was late at night, and it was still lively.

Another drinking game also ended.

The man smiled and asked, "How?"

The two fairies smiled. It was indeed they who misunderstood this elder. But I can't complain that they think about it too much, not to mention how bad it is to spread the matter of only talking about accompanying wine.

The scholar who was a member of the First Division of the Criminal Department was indeed a righteous gentleman. The things they talked about at the previous banquet were mostly about the customs of their hometowns, and of course they also said some things about the scenes in the officialdom, such as hoping that their sect and the immortal masters could go down the mountain more, and in addition to the red dust experience, they should also benefit the township and protect the people in a place.

In the river, there is a Tsing Yi god hovering in the water, looking up at the lights of the restaurant on the bank of the entire Calamus River.

He, the water god of the Calamus River, because the river section is not long, the rank of the landscape is not high, and the six grades are still because of the feet of the Son of Heaven, otherwise he will manage such a little water area that is laughingly called "a few buckets of water" by his colleagues, and put it on the place, and hang a river that can be found to be an official product.

A mansion descendant beside him hurriedly stretched out his hand to disperse the few streams of meat and fishy water, so as not to dirty the official robe of his own water god master, and then rubbed his hands and smiled: "Master, this street is really not good, it is so noisy every night long, I can't bear it." Sure enough, the old man is still big, and the prime minister can support the boat in his belly, if the lord goes to the court to be an official, he can pay it back, at least a court official starts. ”

The river god smiled and said, "Didn't you drink too much wine and talk some drunken words?"

He has been staying here for hundreds of years, anyway, since the first day of the founding of Da Li, he is the water god of this calamus river, so he has seen almost all the emperors, generals, ministers, ministers, and military generals, and there have been arrogant and arrogant, poor and extravagant people, and the fierce generals of the feudal towns have entered Beijing, and they are even more in groups.

This calamus river god, the most memorable, is more strange, not someone, what feats he has done, or who has become the rebel thief who tried to usurp the country and was ruined, but in the last hundred years, those old official robes and official boots that are seriously worn out, and those cheap jade pendants with poor materials and unsightly carving are hung around their waists.

Even today, especially in Yichi Lane and Qi'er Street, many officials who participated in the court meeting would change their official robes and boots, but the jade pendant still did not change.

This seems to be an unwritten rule of Dali officialdom.

I heard that there was a court meeting, a stunned young man who was born in a high family and entered the officialdom, and one day exchanged for a priceless jade pendant.

As a result, the old man Guan had many sharp eyes, and the first thing he found was that he called friends and friends, and a large group of central ministers surrounded the young official to watch the excitement, envy one by one, ask the price, and praise the carving, which made the young official embarrassed.

Later, in the middle of the night, the young man first came here, borrowing wine to drown his sorrows, and then seeing that there was no one around, he was so aggrieved that he cried aggrieved, saying that these old foxes had joined forces to disgust people, bully people, clean up their family wealth, and bought jade pendants, why can't they hang them.

Later, this once young, and then no longer young official of the Dali Military Department, was still a civilian official, and died in a battle to defend the city.

At a court meeting in the capital, a few old people who were dying of old age, after retreating, these old guys who had laughed at the stunned young man walked out together, and then stood somewhere outside the palace gate together.

Those old people who were already dazzled, deaf, and loosened their teeth, and couldn't laugh out loud anymore, didn't say anything, as if they heard the sonorous sound of broken jade.

Therefore, this calamus river god sincerely feels that only this century-old Dali capital city is really as intoxicating as alcohol.

It seems that generations of young people, how much wine they have drunk, how much arrogance Dali will have in the temple and on the battlefield.

A subtle sword light flashed away.

In this brightly lit place, the gods could not expect this sword light.

Like the iris water god, he didn't notice it.

Chen Ping'an sat on a wall not far from the alley, gathered the sword light into his sleeve, supported his cheek with one hand, and smiled a little.

Standing up, his figure floated down the street, and went to see the old waiter Dong Hu.

Inside the Dali Imperial Palace.

His Majesty the Emperor, the Empress Dowager, sat opposite each other in a small room, and beside Song He, there was also a young woman with a young face, named Yu Mian, who was the Empress of Da Li, and was born in the Yu clan of the Pillar Kingdom.

There was no civil and military official to accompany the discussion, it was like just a family chatter.

Yu Mian held a fan in his hand, his body tilted slightly, leaning on the flowers, helping His Majesty the Emperor to fan the wind gently, because the room was not big, and the windows were not opened tonight, the heat was not small.

The Yu family is the one that is relatively far away from the officialdom among all the surnames of Shangzhuguo, and now nominally, it is only in charge of all the official silk and tea affairs of Dali in the local area.

Compared with the "mother-in-law" next to her, Yu Mian, the daughter-in-law of the Song family, is really not famous, and even in the imperial court, there is no "virtuous" statement.

At most, they attend the ritual sacrifice or chat with the women who have entered the palace.

Song He asked softly, "Queen Mother, can't you hand over that piece of broken porcelain?"

Do not confuse family affairs with state affairs. And what the Dali Song family wants is already in the bag, so why bother to make a mess for such a trivial matter.

What are you going to do with it? It's useless.

In fact, Qin Tianjian came with news at that time, and he took a landscape painting scroll sent into the palace of the Zhengyang Mountain Cloud Tower Inn, copied it, and then handed it to him, His Majesty the Emperor.

As soon as Song He saw the actions that Chen Ping'an made at that time, he knew that this matter would definitely be a big trouble.

The woman suddenly said angrily: "When is the family affairs of the Son of Heaven's house no longer a state affair?! The king of a country, the honor of the Ninety-Five, this simple truth, I want to teach you?"

She stretched out a palm and pressed the case, "He Chen Ping'an, as a citizen of Dali, from a mud leg back then, hit the luck, got a few bags of gold and copper coins, bought Luoluo Mountain, and later established the sect, for so many years, when did he give a good face to the Dali court, he even deliberately turned a blind eye to the place of Longzhou, from the yamen of the Supervision Bureau, to the state capital, the county guard, and the county order, did he have any contacts?"

"Luoluo Mountain established a sect, and even without going through my Dali Imperial Court, it will cause our Dali Song clan to lose their faces in the Zhongtu Confucian Temple!

"Heh, you can drink tea with the Bamboo Emperor in the first-line peak ancestor hall, Luoluo Mountain has only been a few years, so you dare to be so presumptuous, in a few years, are you going to come here to drink tea?" Your Majesty, are you going to let me help him serve tea and water?"

The emperor could only smile bitterly.

And Queen Da Li has always lowered her eyebrows and is pleasing to her eyes, and her attitude is weak.

She put down the fan, put it down gently, silently, picked up a citrus from the porcelain basin, her five fingers were like green onions, cut the yellow orange with her hand, and then gently handed it to His Majesty the Emperor.

In fact, the woman doesn't like this daughter-in-law very much, too well-behaved and sensible, too submissive, too sharp and introverted, in short, too much like the woman when she was young.

But this marriage was personally arranged by the first emperor and handled by the national teacher, how could she dare to say nothing?

The more the woman spoke, the more angry she became, and she slapped the table, "Song He, don't forget, I'm a great Li Chongwu, and I'm the foundation of the country!"

She turned her head to look at Yu Mian, "You go down." ”

The queen immediately got up, said goodbye, and picked up the fan again, Song He frowned slightly, and was about to take her hand, the woman's fingers moved slightly, and shook quietly.

Song He smiled knowingly and stopped her from leaving.

The woman pretended not to see her daughter-in-law's little action, but sneered in her heart, "Fox!

As soon as Yu Mian left, the woman immediately stopped looking annoyed, and said with a gloomy face: "Don't forget the word harmony, this Chen Ping'an knows about this, and do you think he is closer to you who has never met before, or is he closer to 'Song Mu', who has been a neighbor for many years?!

The emperor was silent.

The woman smiled and said, "Your Majesty, don't worry about it, I know how to deal with Chen Ping'an." ”

Yu Mian, the queen of Dali, walked slowly in the corridor, and several palace maids who followed her not far behind her, their steps were light and orderly, but no one looked like walking on thin ice.

Yu Mian occasionally asks some interesting stories about the Lizhu Cave, and His Majesty the Emperor will only pick and say, one of them, she remembers deeply, I heard that the young mountain lord who grew up eating a hundred family meals, after making a fortune, Luoluo Mountain and Qilong Lane Shop, will still take care of those former neighbors. Whenever a woodcutter rests at the gate of Luoluo Mountain, there will be a little girl in black who is in charge of the doorkeeper to bring out tea, and set up a table on the side of the road during the day, and only take it back at night.

So in fact, she has a good impression of that Luoluo Mountain. Because I feel that it is very similar to my mother's family, the family style.

But that's what she thought, so what? It doesn't matter what she thinks.

She turned her head to look at the night, the moon was in the sky, and she didn't know if it was cloudy or sunny or stormy.

She only knows one truth.

The rich and noble door, often with poor relatives to come and go, never returned empty-handed, is the home of loyalty.

Passing through the high gate, the people will not avoid disasters, and deliberately walk quickly, which is the gate of goodness.

Outside the alley on the other side of the building.

Chen Ping'an hugged his fists and smiled: "Let Dong Shilang wait for a long time." ”

Dong Hu saw a green shirt on the street, so he immediately got up, and when he heard such a sentence, his heartstrings were even tighter.

And this young man with a lot of identity, the second sentence made Dong Hu feel complicated, and he didn't know whether to be happy or worried.

Because Chen Ping'an said with a smile, "I am tired of Dong Shilang going back to the palace to report, I really want to talk, let that woman come here to talk in person, otherwise I will go to her house as a guest." ”

Dong Hu asked softly, "Do you really want to do that?"

Chen Ping'an turned his head, looked at the elderly coachman who seemed to be napping, and asked, "Don't you like it?"

Dong Hu is one head and two big, and the coachman didn't look at you Chen Ping'an from beginning to end.

The old coachman opened his eyes and said indifferently: "What is it, what is it?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Sure enough, it was the second senior to open his mouth back then." ”

The old coachman tugged at the corners of his mouth, "Practice?"

Chen Ping'an was just about to speak, when he suddenly raised his head, only to see a whirlpool suddenly appear in the sky above the entire Aquarius Continent, and then a sword light went straight down, pointing directly at the capital of Dali.

Chen Ping'an knew that it was right to take the initiative to leave the inn at that time, otherwise he would definitely be the one who was beaten.

Because the person who made the sword was Ning Yao, who was lying on the table and became more and more annoyed the more he thought about it, and as a result, he saw this coachman who relied on the old and sold the old.