Sword of Coming

The early bird gets the worm, and the horse gets fat without the night grass.

The reason for being a director is this: I feel sorry for the young Taoist priest who wakes up early and stays in the dark. Even if the fortune-telling stall opens earlier than his counterpart next door and leaves later, he still has nothing to eat, let alone gain weight.

Because now the people in the small town believe that the old Taoist with the fishtail crown is the real god, who can accurately tell fortunes, and will not come to eat and drink every chance he gets, and no matter who comes to ask for a fortune, no matter it is a young girl She is still a beautiful woman, she never looks sideways, she is full of righteousness, and she is not like a certain person who tries different ways to deceive children into eating cakes all day long.

When doing business, you are not afraid of comparing goods.

Therefore, the young Taoist has been experiencing a lot of human kindness in recent times. Not to mention getting rich, he is probably almost in trouble. Even the little girls who used to chat very speculatively not only don't read their palms, but also pretend to be fake every time they pass by the stall. do not know.

The young Taoist had no choice but to comfort himself. Even if these cute little girls, who smelled of the fragrance of countryside and grass, seemed very fond of him, they were just shy and embarrassed to say hello to him. In fact, they were full of love and affection. Otherwise, every time you pass by, you won’t be wearing the same beautiful new clothes every time? The young Taoist was unwilling to live up to the sentiments of these girls every time. With his sharp eyes, he would always say a few compliments by name and surname, how beautiful his hairpin is today and how the clothes fit him... Most of the girls were a bit hurried, Walk away quickly. As for some bold women, they either winked back or cursed, but it was a pity that no one took care of the business of the fortune-telling stall.

This made the young Taoist a little sad. He sat behind the stall every day, either wiping the bamboo sticks with his sleeves, breathing hot air into the bamboo sticks, or holding the back of his head and rocking back and forth, or simply lying on the table and looking sideways at the next door. The stalls are bustling and bustling, and each person is exasperating to the point of irritation.

Fortunately, the young Taoist was sitting on the bench all day long, but he did not get angry. From time to time, he would take the initiative to chat with the old Taoist. This made the old Taoist who was thinking about changing to a Feng Shui treasure place relax a little, and finally he even The old Taoist priests all felt a little bit unbearable, and felt a little sorry for such a thoughtless junior. Thinking that this trip to the small town had yielded a lot, which was almost enough for half a year's expenses, he wanted to give a few words, in case there is no business coming to his door. During the break, he waved to the Lotus Crown Taoist priest to come over and sit down. The young man ran over and sat on the bench, his face full of enthusiasm and expectation, "Why can the old immortal teach me? But he has a bag of tricks to teach me?"

The old Taoist picked up the small teapot at hand, took a sip of herbal tea, sighed, and asked straight to the point: "Have you just joined the industry?"

The young Taoist said with a sad face: "It's not bad, it's just that the business has not been as good as others."

Taoism is divided into three sects. The three disciples of Taoist ancestors are each the leader of a sect. They have the same origin but different currents. Not only do they spread branches in a certain world, they are as powerful as Confucianism alone in the world. Even if In this vast world where the Great Li Dynasty is located, the major sects derived from the three Taoist religions are also deeply rooted. There are many Taoist temples in the world and the incense is strong. There are Taoist masters, heavenly kings and real people in every continent occupying the blessed land of cave heaven.

The old Taoist nodded with his hand at the "junior" who had an unlucky look on his face, and then pointed at the top of his head, "Have you been in the industry for a long time? Then you are really lucky, and you haven't been arrested and sent to prison yet. ! The poor Taoist asked you, why are you wearing such a lotus crown? Do you know that there are only a handful of Taoist sects in Aquarius Island that are qualified to wear such a style of crown! The leader is Shen Gao Sect of Nanjian Kingdom, The real person in charge is none other than the Immortal Qi from Yizhou Taoist Master, who was promoted to Master Tianjun last year! Among the other Taoist temples, which one is not the first-class mansion of the local immortal family, and which one needs to go down the mountain to be a fortune teller, and then put them here A shabby place, dealing with a group of country folk and market women who smell like earth? What, is it possible that your boy is the Jade Order God of Shen Gao Sect, or a registered Taoist priest from one of those Taoist temples? "

The young Taoist waved his hands and said: "No, no."

Of course he couldn't be named Lu Chen.

The old Taoist was so angry that he was about to reprimand this reckless man when he suddenly let out a sigh and looked surprised. It turned out that there were two people, one old and one young, standing at the stall next door. Although the middle-aged man looked sick, he The momentum is quite strong, and he looks like an official, with official authority! The young man is dressed in white and has a jade belt, and his face is like a crown jewel. At first glance, he looks like a young man who was brought up in a wealthy family.

The two stood quietly at the stall, as if waiting patiently for the young Taoist.

The old Taoist's compassion was instantly wiped out, and when he looked at the young Taoist who had gotten so lucky, it became even more annoying.

The young Taoist smiled and said thank you and left, then walked back to his stall and sat behind him, "What, are you asking for a fortune or a fortune teller?"

The man sat on the stool, shook his head and said with a smile: "I don't draw lots or read fortunes. Anyway, the matter is over, there is no need."

The man looked at the young Taoist, hesitated for a moment, and then gave the first fist-holding ceremony in his life. He said calmly: "I am the king of the human world. According to the etiquette of the world, I don't have to kneel to any immortal. The Taoist Master is here to visit us. Li Longquan, I don't have to kneel down and kowtow, nor can I greet you with the Confucian salute. I just treat it as a chance encounter in the rivers and lakes at the foot of the mountain. I boldly welcome Master Lu in the way of people in the rivers and lakes, and hope that Master Lu won't be offended. "

Lu Chen smiled and asked: "It's strange, you are an emperor, why don't you call yourself me, or a widower?"

The man smiled bitterly and said, "I really don't dare to do it before the real person."

Lu Chen joked: "Pindao thought that Emperor Song of Dali was a heroic man who was not afraid of anything. When A Liang fought all the way to the White Jade Tower of your palace, you were very courageous, but you just didn't kneel down. Pindao." I was watching the show from a distance in Nanjian Country at that time, and I couldn't help but sweat for you."

Emperor Da Li laughed at himself: "With this kneeling, all the spiritual energy accumulated by the ancestors of the Song family in Da Li will collapse. How can I kneel down? So I can't kneel down even if I die."

Lu Chen nodded and suddenly smiled: "Are you here to beg for mercy because of the unauthorized imitation of Bai Jade Tower, or are you here to punish me because the Lu family's warlocks tricked you?"

Emperor Da Li smiled and said: "Of course not, one is unwilling and the other has no courage. I originally needed to show up in person to confer the title of Da Li Beiyue. In fact, on the way here, Xu Ruo of the Mo family did not hesitate to use his flying sword to convey the message. They advised me not to appear in front of the master, and the Imperial Master had the same idea. Both of them spoke very directly, without being polite at all, especially our Da Li Imperial Master, who knew my temper best and was afraid of me. If you break the jar and smash it, you will offend the master."

Lu Chen casually looked at the critically ill Emperor Dali and said, "I am very curious about something. Aliang's punch interrupted your Bridge of Immortality, which not only helped you get rid of the fate of being a puppet, but also made you die soon." Come on, are you grateful or resentful?"

Emperor Da Li said frankly: "Both, I can't even say whether I am more grateful or resentful. In the world of Haoran, there have been rules to restrain kings since ancient times. No Qi practitioners in the middle and fifth realms are allowed to serve as the leader of a country. Qi practitioners in the lower five realms, You cannot sit on the Dragon Throne for more than a month. In addition, people who are emperors are indeed not suitable for spiritual practice by nature. Therefore, I could not withstand the temptation at first and was seduced by Mr. Lu who helped build the White Jade Tower. I took a shortcut and practiced secretly. When I reached the tenth realm, it was actually a big mistake because I wanted so much to hear the sound of Da Li's horse hooves with my own ears, which sounded on the shore of the South China Sea outside Old Dragon City."

When Emperor Dali said this, he was as bright and energetic as an old patient returning to life, "If such a day comes, I believe it will be louder than the spring thunder in the sky!"

Lu Chen did not comment on this, "It is not easy for you to clean up the family in such a short period of time and still have the courage to reject the Lu family of the Middle Earth Divine Continent. Of course, this has something to do with the fact that the main branch of the Mo family suddenly chose your Great Li Dynasty. It has nothing to do with it, but no matter what, your role as emperor... has been full of ups and downs."

Emperor Da Li was not surprised. Although the immortals still had to abide by the complicated rules established by the sages when they came down, the young and handsome Taoist in front of him was not an immortal in the ordinary sense.

The reason why Da Li insisted on coming to the town this time was to see the "young" Taoist with his own eyes. He was filled with awe and admiration. It was the simplest and purest emotion.

The mountains stand tall and the scenery stops. Although I can't come, my heart longs for it.

If you can really walk up to it and see it with your own eyes, it will be a great blessing in life.

Emperor Dali suddenly showed a trace of luck and anxiety, "The Master is here, can I escape?"

Lu Chen shook his head with a smile, "Among the bright stars flowing in the world, you are one of the brighter ones. Of course, a poor person can extend your life. Let alone ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years is not difficult, but as long as a poor person If you try to change your destiny, I'm afraid you have to give up your ancestral business and follow the poor Taoist to other places in the world, so that you can really survive. Otherwise, the rules of your being a ceremonial saint are just decorations, and the statues in the Confucian Temple are all dead people?"

Emperor Dali sighed and was speechless for a long time.

Lu Chen squinted his eyes at the old-fashioned young man, and said with a smile: "Song Jixin, or should I call you Song Mu? It's such a coincidence that we meet again, so do you know that Qi Jingchun values ​​you very much? Did you inherit the cultural background and fragrance?" Do you have a share of the key person? It's not just Qi Jingchun's deceitful trick on Pindao. Otherwise, my bird will never take away the copper coin you threw. It's a pity that your life is good. Just a little bit of luck, just a throw away."

Lu Chen stretched out his bent thumb and index finger, leaving only a gap, and said sarcastically: "The few books Qi Jingchun gave you are the true source of literary destiny, but you are not willing to take away any of them. You have to know that the world There is righteousness, but the ethereal righteousness has its own spirituality. If you can't take what others give you with your own hands, you can't blame anyone."

Song Jixin was in a state of confusion and was sweating profusely.

Emperor Dali shouted softly: "Song Mu!"

Song Jixin finally regained some clarity, but he was still trembling and shaky.

Lu Chen continued to tease: "Boy, are you panicking now? Are you regretting your bowels? Song Jixin, have you ever thought about holding a good thing in both hands, can you afford the consequences? Li Zhudongtian, Why did Qi Jingchun die? Aside from your Mr. Qi's own wish for death, he did not want to hide in the cave left to him by the old scholar. Not to mention these, the most important thing is that the heavens counterattack. As long as you get a little bit involved, you will It means there will be no peace for a long time. Even if you become the Emperor of the Great Li, so what? Even if the hoofbeats of the Great Li cavalry trample the shore of the South China Sea to pieces, so what?"

Emperor Dali pressed his hand heavily on the young man's shoulder and said in a deep voice: "Don't think too much!"

Lu Chen stopped being aggressive and said lazily: "The world always likes to regret the good things that pass by, and is busy envying other people's fortunes and blessings. Haha, it's really funny and fun."

Emperor Da Li took back his palm, which was already covered with sweat, and his face became increasingly pale, "Master Lu, can you let Da Li Yima go?"

Lu Chen was stunned, slammed the table, and laughed loudly: "It's a prophecy!"

Lu Chen first looked around, then squinted at the heights, and said with a smile: "How is it? This is not something that a poor man can do to others. Don't worry, whatever happens in the future, it just depends on the word 'let nature take its course'. I don't have the time to do this." It's a waste of time, to put it bluntly, if it weren't for Qi Jingchun, I wouldn't be willing to live under someone else's roof in your territory."

The old Taoist in the stall next door was in a daze. Ever since the young Taoist sat down at his stall, the old Taoist had been sleepy and dozing, and there was no business coming, so the old Taoist just sat there alone. But the old Taoist himself didn't know. The lines on the palm of your hand change quietly, and your lifespan increases as the lines quietly extend. This is the blessing that you are unaware of.

Because the young Taoist's bad mood caused by the Lu family finally improved today, he casually showed mercy to him outside the law.

Emperor Da Li took Song Jixin and left. The man had mixed feelings and did not dare to look back.

Lu Shenmei sighed with emotion, "The creation of heaven and earth is so wonderful."

The saints of the three religions and various schools of thought, as well as the heroes and lords among the thousand-year-old lords, are actually very busy, making their own plans for the coming era of great strife.

All this, the spring breeze turns into rain, and the secular people bathe in it. Good and evil will be rewarded, and good and bad will come to themselves.

The young Taoist snapped his fingers, and the sky and the earth became clear. He turned his head and looked towards the mountains to the west, "Let's go, let's go. Everything from now on has nothing to do with you."

The old Taoist trembled, wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth, and looked around with a blank expression. He found nothing strange, so he lamented that he was getting older. He couldn't bear the cold wind of spring and his bones were frozen. Then the old Taoist found the young man sitting on the bench in front of the stall with a smile, looking like he was listening and wanted to be beaten. The old Taoist thought that a big business had been stolen by a dog, so how could he be willing to teach this young man gold and jade? Good advice, aren't you digging a hole for yourself? Who will you cry to if your business is taken away? He waved his sleeves impatiently and said, "Ganggun, you don't have much wisdom and understanding. I can't teach you. Get out of the way quickly. Don't delay." A poor businessman!"

Lu Chen held the stall tightly with both hands and said shamelessly: "Don't, the old immortal said, from now on, it's better to go to your own territory to shout."

The old Taoist frowned, then relaxed his brows and said with a smile: "A thousand dollars cannot buy an old man's words. Do you understand the rules?"

"ah?"

Lu Chen said in surprise, "Can I owe you first?"

Seeing that there was no one around, the old Taoist no longer cared about the immortal spirit and stared at him: "Get out!"

With a headache on his face, Lu Chen took out a piece of broken silver, just real silver, and put it on the table, "Old Immortal, you are so unworthy of immortality, why do you still smell like copper?"

The old Taoist grabbed it and put it in his sleeve, coughed, and began to talk endlessly about his experience in the world of martial arts. He only talked about falsehoods, and it was useless. He resolutely refused to speak the expert words that are really needed to travel in the martial arts world. It's just that the young junior across the table didn't seem to understand at all. He was surprised when he heard the old Taoist's rhetoric, but his face was filled with respect and deep understanding. From time to time, the young Taoist would suddenly slap his thigh, pretending to be enlightened and frightened the old Taoist.

Unknowingly, the old Taoist's altered palm lines returned to their original appearance, flawlessly.

Gains and losses in the world are invisible and unknowable.

During the Lantern Festival in the capital of the Sui Dynasty, the city was filled with lights, as bright as day.

Almost all the scholars at Shanya Academy went down the mountain to join in the fun that night, and the masters and gentlemen of the academy were not disgusted by this. Young people always stay in the study and shake their heads, and they lose their vitality. Without such preaching and teaching, if they are too rigid and rigid, the seeds of reading in the fertile fields will definitely not be able to grow into towering trees.

Li Huai wanted to go, but he kept shouting and shouting, and only Yu Lu was moved. Li Baoping said that he had visited every corner of the Sui capital. He was going down the mountain to look at lights, but he was clearly looking at people. It’s boring, and besides, she still owes her tutor several fine articles, so she has to stay up all night to work!

Lin Shouyi said that he would continue to go to the library to read, and Xie Xie was now Xie Lingyue, and he suddenly transformed into Cui Dongshan's disciple and grandson. His auspicious stars were shining brightly, and he had a lot of magic weapons that could only be used by gods. Li Huai kept pestering him, so Xie Xie took them out. After showing it to him, Li Huai felt that it was just like that and not as cute as his own painted puppet, so he was not envious at all. Thank you for saying that you wanted to practice spiritual practice that night, but you couldn't accompany Li Huai to the lantern festival.

In the end, only Yu Lu, who talked the most and had the least to do, followed Li Huai down the mountain.

As a result, they met Prince Gao Xuan of the Sui Dynasty at the foot of the mountain, and the three of them walked together. Gao Xuan had often come to the Cliff Academy to hang out and chat. Gao Xuan really couldn't keep up with the little girl in the red cotton jacket. Lin Shouyi was cold again. Xie Xie had a deserted temperament, and Xie Xie was often called around by the "ancestor of the Cai family", served tea and water, and did laundry and sweep the floor. It was not like the treatment that a spiritual genius should have, and was simply worse than a maid, so Gao Xuan followed him Yu Lu is the most familiar with him, and he will accompany Yu Lu fishing on the lake from time to time.

During the Lantern Festival of the Great Sui Dynasty, monarchs and ministers rejoiced together, and the whole world rejoiced.

Li Huai made a special trip to wear the ink jade hairpin engraved with "Huai Yin" on his hairpin. When he walked, he held his chest high and held his head high.

Yu Lu and Gao Xuan were guarding Li Huai on the left and right. They were not afraid that people would bully Li Huai now, but Li Huai, a little brat, seemed to be born with a strange and unique temperament. With good luck, for example, like now, he can be escorted by a former prince of the Lu family and a current prince of the Hong family of the Sui Dynasty.

Li Huai's lantern show is worth watching.

In the library of Shanya Academy, Lin Shouyi turned on the light and read at night. Suddenly he felt uneasy. He sighed, put down the book, walked to the window, and thought of a charming girl named Yangliu Yiyi.

Lin Shouyi silently told himself that he must study hard and practice hard, and in the future...

When he thought of some beautiful scenes, Lin Shouyi, who was usually stoic, had a warm smile on his face.

The handsome boy becomes more and more handsome.

The school where the little girl in the red cotton-padded jacket lived was also lighting up the lamp, but in addition to reading, she also needed to copy books. After dipping in ink, Li Baoping had a solemn face, raised the arm holding the pen high, and gave a light drink. Construction begins with lightning speed! Swish, swish, it's good enough to be able to write in regular script as fast as thunder. At first glance, he looks like a guy who is familiar with copying books. After writing a piece of paper, she will casually wipe it aside and recite silently. The words "leave you".

An old master who was responsible for inspecting the academy tonight stood at the window. When he saw this scene, he couldn't laugh or cry. He was helpless and distressed. The old master happened to be one of the little girl's mentors and quietly turned around and left without disturbing the little girl's great work of copying books. , but the old man was thinking whether he should let Xiaobaoping copy less books in the future?

Mao Xiaodong, deputy master of the academy, was silently playing music in his room. In fact, after so many years of wandering around, one of the things that the old man hated most about himself was that he couldn't bear to lose this hobby. I have given up my addiction to playing chess several times, but every time I accidentally see others playing chess, I can't move away. I watch the battle from the sidelines, and I often feel more and more uncomfortable watching it. I secretly complain that this move is really bad. I saw a good move. , I felt even more itchy. I couldn't help but review the overall situation as soon as I got back, and then continued to scold myself for not having the determination while playing chess happily. Some chess friends who have been playing chess for many years always like to joke about this and compare Mao Xiaodong's Quitting chess is jokingly called "retreating", and coming back is called "coming out of seclusion".

Mao Xiaodong refused His Majesty the Emperor's invitation tonight and did not rush to the palace to watch the lantern show, silently composing the music.

The old man was taught how to play chess by a certain bastard named Cui. What's even more annoying is that no matter how hard he worked, he searched for the best chess records, competed with national players on chess skills, and devoted himself to studying the chess theory of various schools, he did everything he could. However, the chess progress was still slow, and he could not win against Cui Han no matter what.

The old man put away the chess records and chess pieces, took off the ruler from his waist, and rubbed it carefully.

Cui Xuan of the Academy, who presented himself as a young man, had talked to him once before, then to Emperor Dali, and finally to the Eleventh Realm Qi Practitioner who was the storyteller. When he talked to Mao Xiaodong, The old man advised him not to have such wishful thinking. If he revealed his identity so early, he would be careful not to die in the capital city of the Sui Dynasty. Then the academy would be affected. Mao Xiaodong said it very directly. If the Sui Dynasty mistakenly believed that the Cliff Academy was involved, and then the two parties failed to reach an agreement, Then he, Mao Xiaodong, was the first to kill and strangled the Great Li Imperial Master within the borders of the Great Sui Kingdom.

Mao Xiaodong sighed: "Why did a scholar become a businessman?"

In a quiet courtyard, Cui Dongshan, a young man in white clothes, sat under the eaves, listening to the newly hung iron horses under the eaves, clanking in the quiet and peaceful spring night.

Cui Dongshan suddenly turned his head and looked at the girl kneeling beside him to thank him, "Do you have a grandfather?"

The girl was stunned, how to answer this question? Is there a hidden secret? Otherwise, who in the world would not have a grandfather?

She felt that it must be a trap to test her will. Just as the girl was carefully preparing her words, Cui Dongshan laughed and said, "So you have one too?"

Thank you a little bit speechless.

What a cold joke.

Finally, the two of them looked up at the night sky together.

The bright moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival can be seen by both rich and poor families.

Very comforting.

As the housewife of the Li family, the wife of the head of the family Li Hong, who is also the mother of Li Xisheng's three brothers and sisters, is not easy to talk to. However, she has clear rules on rewards and punishments and is very prestigious in the family. The ancestor of the Li family, who is already a ten-level immortal, has no respect for this housekeeper. A well-behaved daughter-in-law never puts on airs and cannot find fault.

In the wealthy and restrained Li family's mansion, there are many servants and maids, and there are children with various surnames. They have been relatives of the Li family for generations, and the heads of the Li family have always been very considerate of their servants. Previously, Zhu The father and daughter He Zhulu are an example, so much so that some old people in the family joked that Zhu Lu was born as a maid and the young lady's fate.

The head of the family, Li Hong, is a careless person. She likes to collect porcelain tiles and reading annotations. Apart from occasionally chatting with her eldest son Li Xisheng, she rarely shows up. As the head of the family, she has not read many books and is not literate. Because I need to check the accounts. There is a long-standing custom in the Li family, that is, whenever there is a festival, children as young as children must rotely memorize an idiom with a certain word. If the elders of the Li family ask about it when they see it, the children will be able to speak smoothly. If you answer the question, you can get a happy letter. Last year's New Year's Eve was with the character "Jia", and this year's Lantern Festival is with the character "peach".

On the Lantern Festival, the wife of the house asked her maid to bring a bunch of red envelopes to celebrate money. On the way, she met children who were "waiting for rabbits", and she would ask with a smile, and then she would have the answers that the children had prepared a long time ago. The childish voice is childish, crisp and sweet, making the graceful woman smile endlessly. For example, peaches and plums make their own way without saying anything, peaches are young, peach cheeks and almond faces, etc., are all very beautiful and touching sayings, even if you have a child, He blurted out an idiom "every peach and vulgar plum" that he heard from somewhere. It was a very derogatory idiom. The woman was not angry and just smiled and gave out the wedding money.

It's just that when the woman heard that a peach was reciprocated, her smile seemed a bit far-fetched. After hearing that Li Daitao was stiff, it was clear that it was a slightly complimentary speech. Although the meaning was not very happy, it was actually better than ordinary peaches and plums. Yes, but the woman's face was filled with anger, which frightened the child to a loss. After asking the child's surname in a stiff tone, the surname was Chen. Although the woman finally asked the maid to give the child a wedding gift, when she left, she His face was as cold as ice, which was unusual.

Everyone in the Li family knew that the head of the family, Li Hong, favored the youngest daughter Li Baoping the most. The emperor loved the eldest son, and the people loved the youngest son.

Regarding the eldest son Li Xisheng and the second son Li Baozhen, the servants did not see any obvious selfishness. Li Hong also read with Li Xisheng and drank with Li Baozhen when they were young. However, Li Hong's wife may be because Li Baozhen is the youngest son, and Li Baozhen is naturally lovable and knows both coldness and warmth towards everyone. On the other hand, Li Xisheng is much more silent and old-fashioned, and has not been very talkative since he was a child, so the wife follows Li Baozhen will be much closer.

Since Li Baozhen left home for a long trip to the capital, the woman often sent letters to the capital to ask when he would return home. Letters from home were exchanged frequently. Whenever Li Baozhen told interesting things about the capital, the woman would laugh out loud while holding the letters, but Whenever I put down the letter, I would feel melancholy and worried again, always worrying that my younger son would be wronged in such a big place as Lijing City. Letters sent home by the second son would be neatly stacked in a small red lacquer box. Li Hong even teased his wife about this. For a child as smart as Bao Zhen, he would never eat it even when he was away from home. It's not a loss, you should worry about others.

Today Li Xisheng returned from school and returned to his yard. He found his grandfather standing by the small pool, as if he had been waiting for a long time, and walked quickly away.

The old man walked into the house first and said, "Go to your study and talk."

When they arrived at the neatly decorated "Jielu" small study room, the old man motioned for Li Xisheng to sit down and talk with him, and said with a smile: "Baozhen has such a wild temper. He is so far away from his hometown and he is a young son. It is only natural for your mother to worry about him. Don't feel sad about her being partial."

Li Xisheng smiled and said, "Of course not."

The old man said slowly: "Then Xie Shi named three people, and you are among them. I'm not surprised. Your father doesn't know your talent. That's because he is blind. I even think you are no better than that Shen Gaozong He Xiaoliang. Oops, what happened to the beautiful girl from the Yizhou Dao Tradition? Isn’t that amazing? My grandson is not cultivated by the sect, otherwise you might be the golden boy, and when the time comes, you will become a couple of gods and immortals. Haha, this is not bad..."

At the end of the story, the old man himself became happy.

Li Xisheng was a little helpless. Grandpa's temperament that likes to compete with others cannot be changed. In order to become the first ten-level monk among the four major surnames and ten clans in Lizhudongtian, the process of breaking through the realm this time was actually quite dangerous, but no one tried to persuade him. Li Xisheng was also unable to persuade him. If he hadn't secretly divined fortunes, he calculated a Shangzhong hexagram. , Li Xisheng really didn't dare to let his grandfather run into it, and be put in a life-or-death situation.

The old man sneered and said: "As for that boy Ma Kuxuan, it's really not me who speaks ill of people behind their backs. His family is just a bunch of thieves and bad guys. Hmm, I don't think he has a big future. He is as good as water and strong and easy to break. Since ancient times, However, if you don’t know how to hide your weakness at all, you can show your sharpness and break through three realms in one year. If you have the ability to reach Guanhai realm, you can break through three realms again!"

Li Xisheng remained silent.

The old man suddenly asked: "Why did you give that 'Snowstorm Cone' and those talisman papers to Chen Pingan?"

The old man laughed angrily and said, "You should keep half of it for yourself! Do you believe it or not, that kid doesn't even know how valuable those pens and papers are?"

Li Xisheng smiled and said: "It seems that grandpa doesn't really care about Baoping."

The old man was frustrated and said angrily: "Who said that?! If I don't feel sorry for the small bottle, who will? Okay, just give it away. I just mentioned it casually. Do you think I will let you get it back?"

Li Xisheng smiled knowingly.

The old man saw the smile of his eldest grandson, stretched out his fingers and clicked twice in the air, "You can give away the family heirloom as soon as you want. Grandpa will not stop me, nor will I force you to regret it, but I will call you a prodigal son without delay."

Li Xisheng's mouth was full of smiles.

The old man put his hands on the handle of the chair, feeling a little tired, and said with emotion: "Grandpa only has so much ability. He risked his life to get to the tenth level, and there is no need to hope for the fifth level. I hope that in the future, grandpa There's nothing I can do for you. "

Li Xisheng quickly stood up and said softly: "Grandpa, don't think so. We can't do any better."

The old man stood up, walked around the table, and helped the eldest grandson straighten his clothes, "No matter whether you go to Juluzhou or not, no matter whether you will abandon Confucianism and follow Taoism in the future, you are still a good grandson of grandpa, and you will be a good person in the world. I can’t explain enough truths, but I believe that my grandson will be a very upright person and always will!"

Li Xisheng's eyes were a little dull, and he nodded vigorously, took two steps back, bowed to the end, and said loudly: "Teach by words and deeds, be sincere and upright, my Li family will not lose to anyone!"

The old man murmured: "Of course you are, and so is the little bottle."

Only Li Baozhen, who is recognized as the smartest, is missing.

Dali Changchun Palace is the only top sect in the Dali Dynasty with mostly female monks.

Therefore, the once powerful Empress Dali chose to practice cultivation here and live in seclusion, accompanied by the prince Song He.

The number of emperor Da Li's heirs is not surprising, with more than ten children, which is not too many, and there is no need to worry about incense. Since the death of Empress Da Li from illness, His Majesty the Emperor has been leaving the position of Empress vacant. The government and the public have no objections to this, especially the officials of the Ministry of Rites. They have made several private suggestions, but all of them were casually shelved on the desk by the Emperor. In recent years, the Dali frontier army has been invincible in the south and north, which has largely diverted the attention of the civil and military forces in the temple. Therefore, except for a few scattered remarks, there has never been a large-scale discussion in the court about the selection of the Dali Queen and the prince.

However, as the trend of going south has become a foregone conclusion, half of the Aquarius Continent is easily accessible to the civil and military forces of Da Li, but they are indeed qualified to think about it. So the selection of the queen and the crown prince will inevitably make people's hearts flutter. . This is not only a consideration for Da Li's country, but also a huge bet. Whoever has a more accurate vision and makes the right bet sooner will be able to occupy an important place in the future Da Li temple.

But nowadays, the household affairs of the Song family in Dali are so confusing that even the most shrewd and capable old temple foxes dare not take action easily.

The vassal king Song Changjing already had a high prestige in the military, but now he is openly "supervising the country". It is His Majesty's own wish. This is simply incredible.

Is it possible that His Majesty the Emperor intends to pass the throne to his younger brother without passing the throne to any other prince?

However, although His Majesty has not been very hands-on in everything over the years, he has been diligent in governing, and has been willing to decentralize power on many important government and military matters, he is definitely not a lazy and foolish king who is slacking off on government affairs. Anyone who dares to think so is either a madman or a fool. But in the Dali Chaotang where all the stars gathered, there really wasn’t a single crazy fool.

Then on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month when the New Year was still strong, on the night of the Lantern Festival, during the Jiaqing season when the streets were crowded and every household went out to catch the lantern festival, the capital city of Great Li ushered in an unexpected change. The palace city, the imperial city, In the inner city, in the outer city, in the entire Lijing City, outside the gates of some wealthy and gorgeous mansions, some inconspicuous ordinary people's homes, as well as many time-honored restaurants, shops and Taoist temples, groups of big names emerged almost at the same time. Li's elite soldiers, the high-level Wu Secretary Lang who is good at close combat, the dead soldiers secretly raised by the Rites Yamen, and many Qi practitioners including Qin Tianjian, all appear together at every place and force their way in. If anyone dares to stop them, they will be killed. If there is no pardon, the execution will be executed. If no one shows up, under the guidance of the Qintian Prison officials, they will begin to remove various objects, such as the tall archway, the peach charms hanging outside the door, the stone lions at the door, and the plaques and memorial tablets in the ancestral hall. , etc., all kinds of things, everything.

That night, the vassal king Song Changjing, from nightfall to dawn, personally sat on the horse path in the outer city, placed a chair, and Da Ma Jin Dao sat there with his eyes closed and meditative.

Next to Song Changjing stood the Mo family tycoon who had left the Baiyu Tower.

The only time Song Changjing made a move that night was to intercept a streak of rainbow light trying to escape. The King of the Li clan smashed the white rainbow away with one punch.

After that, Song Changjing and the figure fought fiercely in the northwest outer city area. Their fists were magnificent, and bursts of precious light appeared everywhere, shining through the night. It was even brighter than thousands of lights put together. After the battle, the houses and buildings were destroyed. Going to more than a thousand buildings, nearly ten thousand people were killed and injured, and the whole place was wailing.

After this earth-shattering battle, His Majesty the Emperor has gone to the capital city of Da Li in Piyun Mountain. The atmosphere has become extremely subtle. I am afraid that even if the vassal king suddenly sends someone to announce to the whole city that day, I, Song Changjing, will be the new emperor of Da Li from now on. Not many central officials will be shocked.

Everyone in the capital is in danger.

In the Changchun Palace, which is not far from the capital of Great Li, one after another great Qi practitioners with the seniority of the ancestors returned to the gate from the capital. Although they smelled of blood and evil aura, everyone looked calm, so the Changchun Palace was generally still peaceful. As before. In a hut halfway up a mountain, a woman took off her luxurious palace clothes and watched the flying figures falling into various places in the Changchun Palace. She was a little sad and angry, complaining that she had fallen from being a chess player to a chess player. For the sake of the bystanders, and the kind of poor people who stayed away from the chessboard, I was even more angry that I missed this event that was destined to go down in history.

The woman gritted her teeth, and a handsome young man walked up to her with a smile, gently held her hand, and comforted: "Mom, the wind is so strong outside, so the room is warm. Wait until the wind subsides, and then take a look. It’s not too late.”

The woman held her son's hand tightly with her backhand, narrowed her beautiful eyes full of sharpness, and whispered: "He'er, mother, I will definitely take back double the things that should belong to you!"

The young man had a face that seemed to be naturally childish and innocent. He looked innocent and said, "But mother, didn't Your Majesty tell us that no matter how big or small something is, it depends on whether he wants to give it to him or not, and not whether we want to take it or not?"

The woman's lips trembled slightly, as if she was about to cry, and her long eyebrows were raised, as if she was looking forward to joy.

Also in the Changchun Palace, in another high-rise building on the top of a hill, a humble girl with a family background was listening to her master describing the tragic battle that had just occurred in the capital of Great Li.

The girl held her chin, lying on the table, listening attentively. There was a porcelain vase on the table, containing two or three peach blossoms that the girl had just cut from the tree.

But in the end, the girl didn't know why, but she thought of the scholar in green shirt she met in her hometown. His appearance was as clean as a spring leaf floating on the water of the big mud pond in Hongzhu Town, where people sang and feasted every night. .

But she also thought of the man in white who passed by her on the trail of Qidun Mountain. She only remembered that he seemed a little sad when he left.

The girl was absent-minded, and then she was lightly tapped on the forehead by the Supreme Elder from Changchun Palace. The woman with good looks smiled and said, "Do you miss your hometown?"

The girl felt guilty and blushed.

The peach blossoms on the human face complement each other in red.

In the vast sea between Aquarius Island and Julu Island, there are big fish floating northward.

The family of three who used to be the most inconspicuous in the streets and alleys is now on the mountain where gods gather on the big fish crossing the sea. Even if they only live in the simplest low-class hotel, they are still quite eye-catching. With the mother and daughter, a She has a plump figure and is a mature secular woman. The girl is graceful and graceful, and her eyes are lively. Even if she cannot be a matchmaker and marry an immortal Taoist couple who needs an eternal alliance, she is definitely more than enough to be a maid and servant in an ordinary sect.

Therefore, on the back of Dayu, which is as vast as a small town, even if a family of three almost never goes out to enjoy the sea view, it still makes some unfashionable wild cultivators covet it. The journey across two continents is quite long. , if you can find something interesting, why not do it?

Fortunately, there are many people, because this big cross-continental fish carrying countless goods is also guarded by a Nine Realm Immortal Master and a Seventh Realm martial artist, so some young and strong Qi practitioners who are ready to move do not dare to overdo it. It’s ugly. At first, I thought about the wealth and silk. However, none of the three members of the family seemed to have a background. Even if they were relatives of a certain immortal master, they were probably from a small and unpopular family. Otherwise, they wouldn’t live in the cheapest place. room, so someone took the opportunity of polite greetings, knocked on the door, and when he sat down to drink tea, he leaked some obscure hints. As a result, the woman was so frightened that her face turned pale, but it was the woman's daughter who had a full face. She sneered and said she would wait until her father came back.

At that time, there were many fellow practitioners standing in the corridor outside the door. Among them was a senior Qi practitioner in the middle fifth realm, and he was also a sword cultivator with a sword hanging from his waist! Of course, this kind of thing does not require him to come forward in person, the price is too low. As for the first bite of the two dishes of wild vegetables, he must be the one to taste it. As for what happens next, it depends on his mood, whether he should give it to the helpers around him.

As a result, when the honest man who went to buy food came back and heard this, he neither trembled in fear nor slapped the table and glared. After putting down the food box with the simplest lunch, he just said to go out and chat.

The woman was about to cry, but the girl held her mother's hand and said it was okay, her father was here.

The woman burst into tears and said something that made the girl sad, "I'm afraid your father will be beaten."

After the man crossed the threshold, he closed the door gently, and like grabbing a chicken, he held the man's neck with one hand, lifted it in the air, and walked towards the group of Ju Luzhou Qi practitioners whose expressions changed slightly. The one who was the most immobile Next to the sensual Six Realm Sword Cultivator, someone was about to say some threatening words, but found that his throat was burning, as if a piece of charcoal had been stuffed into his face, his face turned red, and he covered his neck with his hands, whimpering, every word Can't even tell.

The man casually threw away the dying Qi practitioner and asked the sword cultivator: "What's the name of your ancestor? What's the name of your sect?"

Jian Xiu sneered: "We didn't do anything. We started a private fight without authorization. According to the rules of this ferry, you will be thrown into the sea."

The man didn't bother to talk nonsense at all, he punched the sword cultivator's Immortal Bridge, and forcefully "uprooted" the natal flying sword that had no time to make a move from the Qi Mansion. He gently made a fist in the palm of his hand and crushed it to burst in an instant.

Jian Xiu fell to the ground bleeding from his seven orifices.

The other monks knelt down and begged for mercy almost at the same time.

However, all movement and sound had already been blocked by the man's martial arts and magical powers, all blocked outside the door of that house.

The man said calmly: "Tell me the origins of this swordsman, as well as your respective names and gangs. After taking a punch from me, I will cause trouble for your ancestors in the future."

Someone had a slight thought and deliberately made nonsense about the name of a gang. The man's martial arts cultivation was almost spiritual. He could see the ripples in the inner lake of the Qi practitioner as clearly as a hole in the fire. He punched the Qi practitioner to pieces on the spot. The man said angrily: "Since I can kill you with one punch and am willing to talk to you well, then you guys should listen well."

The rest of the people were waiting one by one as if they were mourning for their heirs.

The monks from the Ninth Realm and the martial arts men from the Seventh Realm who were in charge of the ferry rushed over quickly.

The monk is a majestic old man. The ninth realm is the Golden Elixir Realm for Qi Practitioners. As the saying goes on the mountain, "If you become a Golden Elixir, you will be my generation." He is the proud man who has successfully broken through the Eighth Realm of Longmen Realm. Therefore, the Golden Elixir Realm is also known as Carp Jumping. Behind the dragon gate, decay is transformed into a magical "finishing touch". The entire sea of ​​qi condenses into a golden elixir that swirls around the qi palace. The inner artistic conception of the elixir is different among the monks. Some talented monks are so majestic when forming elixirs that they can even cause strange phenomena from heaven and earth.

There is a huge difference in the size of the "alchemy chambers" of the great monks in the golden elixir realm, and the advantages and disadvantages are also very different. But there are also special situations such as "big but empty" and "small but wonderful". God's will is unpredictable, nothing more than this.

The pure martial artist of the Seventh Realm is a burly old man eight feet tall, wearing a large waist sword.

The old monk at the Golden Core Realm was furious when he saw the miserable situation in Langdao, and was about to impose rules on others.

The seventh-level martial artist reminded him softly: "Mr. Hong, this person is at least an eighth-level martial artist."

The burly old man did not forget to emphasize his tone and repeated two words, "At least!"

The old monk quickly observed the distance between himself and the man. Anyway, it would never be more than ten feet, which made him a little embarrassed.

It is not interesting at all to fight to the death with a pure warrior who is at least eight levels within ten feet.

Fortunately, the man was not pushy, but explained the matter briefly.

Then some guy who didn't have a long-sighted mind felt that he had the foundation, and shouted angrily: "Old Immortal Hong, the swordsman on the ground is Tang Xiufeng, a top-notch swordsman. His flying sword was given to that lunatic, and he was forced out of Tang Xiufeng's body." He pulled it out and crushed it completely! This is a life-and-death feud, Qing Miaojian will not let him go!"

Without this reminder, the old monk at the Golden Core Realm would not have been able to make up his mind. After saying this, he quickly took a look at the bleak situation of the sword cultivators on the ground. The old monk swallowed his saliva. Now he was finally sure that the one who was ruthless was This man is not only a martial arts master of at least the Eighth Realm Far Traveling Realm, but also at least the Eighth Realm Great Accomplishment Realm. It is very likely that he has touched the threshold of the Mountain Top Realm, otherwise he will not be able to use the natal flying sword of a sword cultivator in the Fifth Realm. Easily destroyed.

The old monk saluted and said: "Don't worry, we will handle this matter impartially and we will definitely give justice to our seniors."

The man nodded, then thought for a moment, and said to the dumbfounded guys: "I owe you that punch first. I'll go back to your ancestors to collect the debt."

The man looked at the old monk and fellow warriors, frowned and said, "Don't kill people and silence them. I have my own thoughts on this matter."

The old monk smiled helplessly: "We will not act like this."

The man stopped talking, walked back to the door of his room, knocked on the door that his daughter had deliberately bolted to comfort her mother, and said, "Liu'er, it's dad."

The girl opened the door with light steps. The man closed the door after entering the house. The woman stepped forward quickly, with tears on her face, "Li Er, how are you? You haven't been bullied, have you? Have you been beaten anywhere?" ?Do you need some ointment?"

The man scratched his head and said with a naive smile: "No, the people in charge of things on the ship happened to be passing by, so I quickly told them what happened. Hey, guess what, they were very reasonable and drove those people away. I want them not to come near the three of us in the future, so it’s okay, I’ll just say, there are more good people when we are away from home.”

The girl Li Liu held back her smile.

Dad's trip was not in vain, he even learned to tell lies.

The woman felt slightly relieved, patted her chest vigorously, and said tremblingly, "Fortunately, fortunately."

The man just smiled and stared at his wife quietly.

The woman thought wrongly and pinched the man's waist hard, complaining in a low voice: "My daughter is still here, and she can't control the dog eyes!"

The man was still scratching his head.

At night, there is a bright moon on the sea.

The girl Li Liu stood by the railing and looked at the full moon in the distance.

Old Man Yang once said that she was very talented and Li Huai had great fortune.

What is talent?

That's what Li Liu knew from birth.

When she made that provocative move against Imperial Master Dali at the Cliff Academy, it wasn't that the girl didn't know the heights of the world, but it was the girl who knew the heights of the world best.

Next door to the girl's private room.

The woman was also a big-hearted person. After the incident, she no longer felt aggrieved immediately. She should eat and sleep, and she was already fast asleep.

Li Er lay next to her, listening to the woman's thunderous snoring, and gently held her hand.

The man slowly closed his eyes. He never said any sweet love words, and he couldn't say them. Fortunately, his wife didn't like to hear them either.

Wife is good, son is good, daughter is good, but he is not a good father. The man closed his eyes and smiled, secretly enjoying himself.

Shujian Lake, which is famous for its abundant spiritual energy, has thousands of miles of blue waves and pleasant scenery. There are more than a thousand islands in the lake, dotted around, about half of them are occupied or rented by Qi practitioners of varying degrees, and the largest one is Qingxia Island. , is where the residence of Jiejiang True Lord Liu Zhimao is located.

Liu Zhimao practiced side-sect Taoism. Although his title of True King was not granted by the dynasty's orthodox imperial edict, but was only flattered by his friends in the mountains, Liu Zhimao's profound Taoism had already been proven in many life-and-death battles. Liu Zhimao's reputation is really bad. He has many so-called friends on the road, but they can only be regarded as casual acquaintances. However, the disciples in the sect are mixed, and there are no young talents who can shoulder the important task. But Liu Zhimao can still occupy the youth of Shujian Lake. It can be said that the island can stand firm by itself in the midst of the tigers and wolves looking around.

Liu Zhimao felt very proud after his long trip to the north.

Because he brought back a little guy who claimed to be a closed disciple. He was a big kid with a big head and a big head. At first, everyone thought he was a little bumpkin who got lucky. The kid was also laughing and joking, as if he didn't realize it. Those eyes that are either contemptuous or sinister. Especially Liu Zhimao's first disciple, he was most displeased with this master's close disciple.

Later, after spending a lot of time with children on Qingxia Island, I realized that he was a bad-tempered little brat. Not only was he good at pretending to be stupid at a young age, but he was also extremely vengeful. He was quite like Master Liu Zhimao. As the old saying goes, the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked.

At the end of last year, Qingxia Island caused a major disaster that shocked the entire Shujian Lake, and this child was one of the culprits.

Although Liu Zhimao's family is the only one on Qingxia Island, there are also several small vassal sects. In addition, Zhenjun Jiejiang also kindly invited some like-minded guests to worship him and enjoy themselves all year round. But once he takes action, he will definitely eradicate them.

As for the island owners of several nearby islands, they are also a group of ruthless people who are uncertain about good and evil. They are all wild cultivators who are determined to kill people. The child named Gu Can is accompanied by his mother, who is a mediocre person. , an ordinary woman who could not practice spiritual practice, but was born with a real and attractive personality, so some of Liu Zhimao's guests came up with fancy ideas and wanted to take the woman as his wife. The old guest guest with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks had extremely strong fighting power. , more than a hundred years of business and win-win, have become a mountain of their own, even Liu Zhimao has to tolerate three points.

In his life, this man likes to use the breasts of beautiful women as a heating stove, so his maids wear clothes that are different from other women. The collars of their clothes are greatly opened so that he can put his hands inside. Those charming women are laughed at as "The cardigan girl".

Liu Zhimao behaved very subtly in this regard, neither rejecting nor approving, but pretending to be deaf and dumb.

Then one day, under the influence of alcohol, this man strode into the house where the woman was, kicked open the door, entered the house, picked up the woman, and went home to have a good time, laughing wantonly, and no one dared to stop him.

At that time, Liu Zhimao's eldest disciple happened to find an excuse to divert the woman's only son Gu Can away and trick him into the back mountain of Qingxia Island, saying that he would teach him a skill at the waterfall. A profound Taoist formula that is kept secret.

As a result, when the old guest had just returned to the mansion compound with the beautiful woman on his back, he was about to throw the voluptuous beauty onto the bed and eat her alive.

At that moment, not only him, but also not only Qingxia Island, but all the great Qi practitioners in Shujian Lake noticed something strange.

For a time, the lake was churning, big waves were hitting the sky, and the energy was in chaos, which was extremely frightening.

So much so that the two Ninth Realm monks, who had been in seclusion for a long time, had no choice but to break out of the seclusion to find out who it was. They dared to offend the public, stir up trouble, and disrupt Shujian Lake's unusually rich landscape and atmosphere.

Then all the Qi practitioners stared at Qingxia Island with their mouths open and their hearts shocked.

A dragon-like creature, full of dragon energy, slowly raised its huge head from near Qingxia Island in Shujian Lake, staring at a certain house.

On the top of Qingxia Island, there was a child with a stern face, standing side by side with the woman he should respectfully call Second Senior Sister. The child's eyes were full of hatred, looking at the terrifying dragon that emerged from the water for the first time, and gave orders: "Little Loach! Eat, eat, eat them all! Don’t leave any of them behind, don’t let any of them escape! If my mother is even the slightest bit wronged, I will beat you to death!”

Then that day, in the courtyard of a mansion where the guest guest was included, as well as dozens of charming and charming young girls, and more than a hundred people, they were all swallowed up by the earth-yellow dragon. There was countless blood all over the floor. The broken limbs and remains are simply a living hell. The guest of a dignified Ninth Realm great monk did not believe in evil at first. He tried his best to resist the behemoth in the sky above the mansion, but was still defeated. Even with all his magic weapons, he could not shake the beast in the slightest, and only provoked the beast to become more powerful. With violent murderous intent, he finally jumped out of the lake and flew into the sky, biting the body of the guest who was trying to escape. The upper body that was cut off at the waist fell into the lake with a howl, and was followed by the earth-yellow dragon. It opened its mouth and bit it. Finally, most of its body submerged into the lake water, and its head and neck surfaced. It chewed slowly with its big mouth, making a terrifying sound. This action was full of provocation to the entire Qingxia Island.

Its cold eyes, which were larger than a lantern, exuded a narrow smile that was almost human.

The child on the top of the mountain smiled ferociously and said: "Okay, okay, little loach, go and eat that bastard senior brother together. Who dares to stop you and eat him together!"

Even the woman who tipped off Gu Can felt a chill standing next to the child, and was completely frightened by the murderous nature of her junior brother Gu Can.

Jiejiang Zhenjun Liu Zhimao suddenly appeared on the top of the mountain and said kindly: "Although your senior brother has made mistakes, master will punish him well, so why don't you let him live?"

Gu Can smiled and said, "Master, you can either beat me to death and let the little loach run wild here, or you can just have one less disciple. Master, you have dozens of disciples. One less is nothing. I will help you in the future." Master has become famous, not to mention the death of a senior brother, even if the second senior sister is gone, it doesn't matter."

The child with a bright smile raised his head high, looked directly at the old man, and asked with a smile: "Master, what do you think?"

Liu Zhimao's face was gloomy and uncertain, and finally he laughed suddenly, and touched the child's head with a kind face, "This child of yours has the same demeanor as the master back then, good, very good."

Gu Can smiled and narrowed his eyes, "Don't worry, Master, whoever you want to kill in the future, I am your closed disciple, I will definitely listen to Master. Anyway, the little loach also likes to eat people, especially the gods on the mountain. It is very nourishing to eat." , the little loach is very happy. Alas, it’s true that the little loach grows so fast after leaving home. It can’t even live in the big white bowl of Master, so it can only be kept in the big lake. Master, you Is there a bigger bowl?"

Liu Zhimao smiled and shook his head.

The child smiled obediently.

Only the second senior sister was creepy.

The huge beast, nicknamed Little Loach by Gu Can, then ate the begging Senior Brother of Qingxia Island. Its huge body plowed ravines on the island. The dragon not only ate the man, but also some nearby onlookers who were not afraid of death. , or the servants and maids who had no time to escape, ate them together, probably because they disliked some ordinary people who were not delicious, tore the body into pieces and threw it aside. It returned happily and waddled back to Shujian Lake, with blood dripping from its mouth. fell to the ground.

That night, the child accompanied the frightened woman to admire the moon in the yard.

Gu Can ate the moon cake and said vaguely: "Mom, don't be afraid, no one will dare to bully you in the future."

The woman looked around, then lowered her brows, hugged the child in her arms, and said in a low voice: "Chancan, don't be so fierce when talking to your little loach in the future."

Gu Can snuggled in her mother's warm embrace. Only at this time, the child would be less aggressive and gloomy, and would look a little like a normal child. He grinned and said: "Don't worry, little loach is connected with me. I love it." Okay, it knows, we have a good relationship. Even the one named Liu..."

The woman quickly reached out to cover the child's mouth, picked up the moon cake with one hand, and said softly: "Eat the moon cake and stop talking."

Gu Can patted his belly and said, "Mom, I really can't eat anymore. I'm not a little loach. I think about eating all day long, just like a big rice bucket."

The woman smiled softly, gently stroked the child's head, and looked up at the moonlight. The woman's eyes were a little moist, "Cancan has grown up, and can protect my mother."

The child suddenly felt aggrieved, pouted, and said to himself: "Chen Ping'an, I'm just telling you that everyone in the town and outside the town, except you, are all bad people, and you still don't believe it!"

Gu Can broke away from the woman's arms, jumped to the ground, folded his hands on his chest, and said in an old-fashioned way: "Mother! I promised Chen Pingan that I would find him seventeen or eight girls with the appearance of a child. Next time he comes I will give it to him together with Qingxia Island, mother, do you agree?"

Thinking of the boy from Mud Bottle Lane, the woman felt both guilt and warmth in her heart. She covered her mouth and smiled charmingly, "Okay, okay, as long as you are happy."

Gu Can suddenly became sick and lost his previous momentum, "Mother, if Chen Ping'an is not happy, but angry, what should I do?"

The woman joked: "Hey, is there anyone in my family who is afraid of Charming?"

Gu Can blushed and hummed: "I'm not afraid of Chen Pingan, I am..."

At this point, Gu Can, who was still a child after all, suddenly turned red, lowered his head, wiped his eyes fiercely and choked up: "I just feel that if Chen Ping'an is here, no one will bully us... I just miss Chen Ping'an." Now that I'm safe, he will help me with anything. Chen Pingan is the only good person in the world..."

The woman didn't know how to comfort her son, because she herself began to sob and cry.

The moon crescents over Jiuzhou, and some families are happy and some are sad.

The master of archways in the world is the Chen family of Yingyin, so much so that Confucians all over the world give the word "Chunru" to the Chen family of Yingyin alone.

This branch of the Chen family that moved from the Divine Continent of the Middle Earth to the Southern Posu Continent actually did not attract much attention during the majestic transfer of clothes and clothes, because at that time, the Yingyin Chen family was just the "righteousness" of the Middle Earth. One of the eight branches of the "Men Chen Clan" and with the fewest branches and leaves, all of this underwent earth-shaking changes after it took root in Bosu Continent, especially when the ancestor with the breeze on his sleeves and the sun and moon on his shoulders was born.

A school palace and an academy were all built on the Chen family's land in Yingyin.

Archways and archways have been erected one after another as generations of descendants of the Chen family in Yingyin have distinguished themselves, made contributions, and written books.

Therefore, every guest who enters the Chen family in Yingyin, whether he is a scholar who has traveled here to study, or a scholar or scholar who comes here because of his reputation, or an emperor or general who stays here, must first pass by the road full of archways. On the road, without exception, everyone will feel shocked and even feel inferior when facing this glorious family fortune.

The children of the Chen family in Yingyin are so proud that no one would feel ashamed even if their ancestors passed it down in person and borrowed it for hundreds of years.

A tall young man whose hometown is far away in Aquarius Continent is studying here. He was brought there by Chen Dui, a direct descendant of the family. No one in the family laughed at the young man because of his poor background, and they did not even know that the young man was originally gifted. , and be deliberately enthusiastic, from beginning to end, be calm and treat each other with courtesy.

This made the tall young man named Liu feel a little more at ease.

The boy was Liu Xianyang, the sunny boy who once threatened his best friend not to die in such a small place in his hometown. Then after he left his hometown, he quickly saw mountains that seemed to be higher than the sky, an endless blue sea, countless colorful flying fish with wings soaring in the sea, and various spirits appearing in the sea of ​​clouds. There are even mighty sword-wielding immortals swimming in the air.

He was not worried at first. He was worried that this mellow Chen family was like the Xu family in Qingfeng City and the mountain-moving ape in Zhengyang Mountain. He secretly coveted his sword classic, which would allow him to practice swordsmanship even in his dreams. A strange sword practice for practicing swordsmanship.

But Liu Xianyang quickly gave up this idea, because when he set foot in the Chen family, an elegant old man, who was said to be the ancestor of the Chen family in Yingyin, gave him a hand made from the Qingshen Mountain God. A folding fan made of Xiao bamboo. This kind of sacred bamboo is extremely rare and is one of the best materials for whipping ghosts. As long as they are the spirits and ghosts that grow underneath, they are all afraid of the magic weapon made of Shenxiao Bamboo.

A very high-quality cuttlefish was raised in a pen wash by a family of immortals, and it made a living by eating ink. After a hundred years, a golden ridge will grow on the back. In five hundred years, it is expected to become an ink dragon, and it will become the "ink treasure" coveted by scholars. Almost all scholarly families will raise this animal, but eating cuttlefish requires extremely high ink, otherwise they would rather be hungry. Even if he died, he would not tolerate it.

Finally, there is a hint of book-turning style.

Liu Xianyang clearly remembered that at that time, even Chen Dui, the first daughter of the family who had a high vision, was greatly surprised and even a little jealous after seeing that wisp of breeze.

Liu Xianyang certainly liked these, but he was far from ecstatic.

Liu Xianyang knew that the foundation of his footing was still the Sword Classic, so Liu Xianyang would not only attend classes at Chen's School on time every day, but also stay in the house to practice swordsmanship.

Since the tall young man has seen mountains and rivers.

Next, he wants to rely on his own ability to use his sword to cross the top of the mountain, to use his sword to reach the end of the flood!

One day, he will see the guy named Chen again and can brag to him about how big the world is outside.

Liu Xianyang sometimes worries that if he returns to that small town one day, will Chen Pingan be an older farmer, already married and having children? Of course Liu Xianyang would not deny him his brother like this, but Liu Xianyang was very afraid that at that time, the two of them might be sitting on the back of a green bull, chatting about the embarrassing things in their childhood, and finally became nothing. Enough said.

There were some inner words. At that time, Liu Xianyang deliberately left in a hurry and deliberately avoided Chen Pingan, because he was afraid that when they were parting, he would shed tears and make Chen Dui laugh at outsiders, who would look down on him. Liu Xianyang, and those inner words , were some words of resignation. Liu Xianyang was still a little awkward at the time, so he didn't say anything in the end.

Now Liu Xianyang regrets it very much.

He should openly tell Chen Pingan that except for making porcelain, you are not as good as me. I, Liu Xianyang, have taught you so many messy things about Chen Pingan, such as fishing, wooden bows, climbing up and down the mountain, and climbing over mountains and ridges. Which one thing? In the end, you, Chen Pingan, did better than me, Liu Xianyang?

The Chen family in Yingyin is a hundred miles wide. When Liu Xianyang is free, he will walk to that road in one breath, pass by archways, and walk to the bank of a river, where there is a place that looks like the back of a green ox. On the rocky cliff, he could sit alone and be in a daze for half a day. This was really a luxury for a tall young man who worked hard to practice his sword.

In the dusk that day, Liu Xianyang sat there for another two hours. After suddenly coming to his senses, he planned to get up and return. There was still ten miles to go on the return journey, and within a radius of a thousand miles, if there was no accident, no one was allowed to fly in the air. Generals and ministers need to dismount from their horses. This unshakable Chen rule has been passed down for thousands of years.

Outside the family, there may still be some children of the Chen family who are arrogant outside and even do bad things that violate etiquette. After all, the family is so big that it is inevitable that there will be a mixture of good and bad, but as long as they are within the family, none of them dare to do anything. Go beyond the rules. Especially during the annual ancestor worship time, countless descendants of the Chen family rush back. The roads are full of pedestrians, yes, pedestrians, and most of the adults are simply dressed in scholars' Confucian shirts and jade pendants hanging from their waists.

Liu Xianyang saw it once from a distance, and the jade pendant struck with a loud sound.

This was an eye-opener for the young man, and it was even more shocking than seeing mountains and rivers.

As soon as Liu Xianyang stood up, he found a thin white-haired Confucian scholar slowly walking up the stone cliff. Liu Xianyang bowed and saluted. It was unclear whether the old Confucian scholar was a gentleman or a sage. He stood still and returned the salute with a smile. Gentlemen and sages are quite rare in other places in the Posu Continent, but in the Chen family of Yingyin where there are many talents, if there is no sage, they will be embarrassed to go out and say hello to others.

The old man stood beside Liu Xianyang, looking at the rolling river. He lightly stamped his feet on the stone cliff and said with a smile: "Do you know the name of this stone cliff?"

Liu Xianyang had to stop, shook his head and said, "I don't know."

The old man smiled and said: "It is recorded in the book that there is a strange-looking stone on the cliff of Chenshi River in Yingyin, which is called Mountain Ghost. There once was a poet who recited a poem here, but it is a pity that it has not been spread. It is really a pity. Who will hold the cup? I laughed at me when I was drunk and called you. Before Cui Wei got up, the mountain bird covered the cup. The ghosts in the mountains blew the lanterns and whistled at the fourth watch, shocking the children of the world..."

The old man was minding his own business while reciting the poem that had never been handed down from generation to generation. His face was full of melancholy and full of nostalgia, "'God made a promise, I will carry you thousands of miles, whip the phoenix and whip the phoenix, and recite the poem about my long journey.' In fact, this poem, in Among the many poems of that Poet Immortal, it is not the best, but I was standing where you were, and the Poet Immortal was standing here with me. I was young at that time, but after listening to it, I thought it was really good, even though it was so After all these years, I still feel good.”

Liu Xianyang didn't hear anything good or bad, and he didn't want to spoil the old man's interest, so he had to stay silent.

But the old man turned around and asked with a smile: "What do you think?"

Liu Xianyang had no choice but to answer honestly: "I don't know."

The old man smiled and nodded.

Liu Xianyang continued to be silent.

The old man asked again, "Are you studying here? What do you think of the atmosphere?"

Liu Xianyang thought for a while and said, "Very good."

The old man still asked, "What's so good about it?"

Liu Xianyang was a little helpless and said perfunctorily: "Everything is fine."

The old man laughed heartily.

Liu Xianyang took a look at the sky and realized that he really had to go back. Just as he was about to say goodbye, the old man seemed to be the person who liked to ask questions the most in the world, "I see that you are a sword practitioner, so are there any doubts about sword practice?"

Liu Xianyang didn't have much fear or suspicion. After all, this was the territory of the Chen family in Yingyin, but it was taboo to talk about the shallow and the deep, and it was applicable to everyone. Of course he understood this, so he shook his head with a smile: "No."

The old man smiled and said: "Good."

After saying this word, the old man felt a little emotional. As one of the countless disciples of Ya Sheng, it was a matter of course for him to say this. Now that guy uses this word as a mantra, it is really a bit ridiculous. But he seemed to speak more smoothly than himself.

Liu Xianyang said goodbye and left.

The old man watched the tall young man leave. After retracting his gaze, he looked towards the river. There was a breeze on his sleeves, swaying slightly.

He was once a handsome young man, and he once traveled far away with his sword.

As night falls, the crescent moon hangs on the branches.

There is also a small bright moon on the old man's shoulder.

The old man's surname is Chen and his given name is Chun'an.

In a city wall that towers into the clouds, there is a large character carved with sword energy, and a broad avenue lies across its width.

On this "road", a blazing bonfire was lit, surrounded by six young people. The oldest was only in his prime, and most could only be regarded as teenagers.

Without exception, all of them were sword cultivators, either hanging their swords on their waists, holding their swords across their knees, or carrying them behind their backs.

The firelight reflected young faces, all of them glowing with energy. Although they were young, their sword energy flowed from all of them, and they were filled with surging murderous intent that could not be concealed.

The most outstanding among them are a man and a woman. The man is the oldest and crowned young man. He is dressed in a blood-stained gown, but gives people a sense of purity. Although he is not handsome, he has a clean and gentle temperament, and the combination is almost as cohesive as The actual sword energy all over his body is amazing.

The girl is full of heroic spirit, and her eyebrows are like narrow knives, showing off her sharp edge.

She sat cross-legged, holding the sword across her knees, holding her chin with one hand, looking south of the high wall, her eyes sharp.

The war between the two sides has come to an end for the time being.

The next attack and defense will definitely be more brutal.

A fat young swordsman with a chubby face and eyes that narrow into tiny slits when he smiles. He looks harmless, but he has the strongest murderous aura. He drinks a strong drink and hands it to the person next to him. The one-armed girl wiped her lips and said with a smile: "If it hadn't been for the six swords thrown by A Liang, we might not have survived this time. Hehe, next time A Liang will ask me to warm the bed, and I will also wash my butt. Promise!"

The fat young man slapped the sword on his waist hard. The sword's body was engraved with the name of the sword, Purple Lightning. When the sword was drawn, the purple lightning lingered around it. It was extremely sharp and extraordinary.

The remaining five are named Jingshu, Zhenyue, Haoranqi, Hongzhuang, and Moireng.

The girl next to the fat man, with a dull expression and a broken arm, was drinking silently, with a slender figure but carrying a big sword. She did not choose the "Hongzhuang" with a delicate name and a beautiful sword blade, but chose the most generous one. Huge "Zhenyue".

The oldest one, who is more like a scholar than a swordsman, chose the "Haoran Qi" that fell in love at first sight.

The one-armed girl threw the wine bottle to the young man sitting opposite. His face was dark and scarred, and he was wearing the "red makeup".

The ugly-faced young man took the wine bottle, raised his head and took a sip, and then took another big sip. He was immediately scolded by a handsome-faced young man: "Dong, fuck your mother, can you leave some for your ancestors?" "

The ugly boy was still stubborn and was about to take a third sip. The handsome boy next to him was so angry that he wanted to give him a punch. He was the only guy with two swords, one for scriptures and one for moire. They were stacked together on the thigh, but the moiré sword seemed to have lost its scabbard.

The ugly boy raised his arm to block his fist, but after being hit by the punch, his body shook and his face was filled with drink. He suddenly became violent and turned around to glare at each other. The handsome boy also responded tit-for-tat, "Why, you want to Fight?! It's not you who wants to fuck you, but the little cricket will die in the south for you?"

The ugly boy's eyes instantly turned red, and his lips were livid with anger.

The girl with narrow eyebrows shouted softly: "Shut up!"

After she spoke out, both the ugly boy and the handsome boy stopped causing trouble, and the former silently handed the wine bottle to the latter.

The girl stood up and said coldly: "Give me the cloud pattern and the wine bottle together."

The handsome young man handed over the sword and wine angrily.

She walked to the edge of the "road", and there was a cliff below. The strong wind was fierce, and the chaotic sword energy and fierce sword intent that filled the world were everywhere.

Moreover, in this barbaric world where benevolence, justice and morality are of no use, there are three moons hanging in the sky, a full moon, a half moon, and a crescent moon, so the logic does not make sense here.

Everything depends on the shuriken!

The girl held an unsheathed long sword in one hand, and raised her arm to hold a wine pot with the mouth of the pot facing down. She poured it on the long sword and said softly: "Little cricket, drink."

The five people behind the girl chanted silently in their hearts almost at the same time: "Little Cricket, drink!"

After the handsome young man felt sad, he quickly dispelled his sadness.

Here, as long as the war continues, will there ever be a day when no one dies? !

He tentatively asked: "Ning Yao, each of us had a sword before, six of us were just fine. Now that the little cricket is gone, do you want to take the cloud pattern?"

"No need." The girl with chapped lips but unable to conceal her face threw the long sword in her hand back to the handsome young man. She faced the south, and all the way south, there was an army of monsters like a swarm of locusts, constantly coming from this world. They swarmed in, garrisoned together, and soon the next attack on this high wall would be launched.

The girl suddenly remembered something and laughed for the first time.

"Hello, my father's surname is Chen, and my mother's surname is Chen, so...my name is Chen Pingan!"

Ha, this idiot.