Sword of Coming

After Huang Lishan learned the "truth", everyone felt relieved. Regarding the little girl Su Xinzhai who had changed her appearance, the old Patriarch of the Guanhai Realm who had never been able to reach the Dragon Gate Realm even greeted her after they sat down. , somewhat sincere and cannot be faked. The nostalgia for Su Xinzhai made all the monks in Huangli Mountain sigh.

Then Su Xinzhai went to the Shanmen Patriarch Hall to offer incense. The incense was personally delivered by the Patriarch Huanglishan.

In the end, Su Xinzhai went to her master's grave. This time, only Chen Ping'an and Zeng Ye were with her. She declined Patriarch Huang Lishan and the other senior monks.

A middle-aged monk looked at the retreating figures of the group and couldn't help but sigh softly: "This Chen Chongfeng who came all the way from Qingxia Island is really... a person cannot be judged by his appearance."

Patriarch Huang Lishan smiled and said: "What are you talking about? Are you praising or derogatory? Fortunately, Chen Chongfeng is not here, otherwise our little Huang Lishan would be in trouble just based on your words." "

However, the old patriarch quickly stroked his beard and said with a smile: "But it's true that people are not what they look like. They are ordinary-looking, and they don't carry any dazzling magic weapons. If it weren't for the jade tablet, it would be unbelievable. Such a young monk is already the first-class worshiper of Qingxia Island! It's amazing, we are a bunch of useless old bones, incomparable to others, incomparable."

No waiting for what the middle-aged monk wanted to say.

The old patriarch glanced at him and shook his head slightly, "Now that it's like this, do we need to do anything more in Huanglishan? It's not good to dislike good things, so we are full and do some superfluous things?"

The middle-aged monk immediately nodded in understanding.

Although he was already far away, Su Xinzhai was keenly aware of Chen Ping'an's helpless look, and asked with a smile: "What's wrong? Did the old master on the mountain say something behind my back?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and shook his head, "No, you're talking good about me."

Su Xinzhai asked curiously: "Why, if you say that Mr. Chen is young and promising, it's okay, Mr. Chen can accept it generously, but if you praise Mr. Chen for his handsome appearance and magnificent appearance? Mr. Chen, please don't do it. Seriously."

Chen Pingan said helplessly: "Sure enough, it's not that one family doesn't enter the same house. The visions of you Huanglishan monks are indeed similar."

Su Xinzhai smiled.

She walked a little slowly after that.

Chen Pingan then slowed down.

In the back mountain of Huangli Mountain, whose aura is far inferior to that of Qingxia Island, in a place with relatively beautiful scenery, there is a grave.

After offering the incense, I kowtowed too much.

Su Xinzhai didn't want to get up for a long time.

Chen Pingan squatted in the distance, picked up a small handful of soil, and gently twisted it.

Zeng Ye looked at Su Xinzhai's figure from a distance, and the young man felt sad and heartbroken.

After Su Xinzhai stood up, he wiped away his tears and walked to Chen Ping'an. His expression was relieved, and his eyebrows were no longer sad.

Chen Pingan threw away the dirt and stood up.

Su Xinzhai smiled and said, "Mr. Chen, you can take back the talisman."

Chen Pingan was hesitant to speak, but in the end he didn't say much. He took back the fox skin talisman and put it in his sleeve.

There is only the woman's vagina in front of her that has returned to her original appearance.

Chen Ping'an asked: "Really don't want to live among the fox skin talismans? Even with the Zhoutian Dajiao and the water and land dojo, the matter of reincarnation is still..."

Su Xinzhai shook his head, "I don't regret it, not at all."

She took a few steps back, smiled brightly at the accountant whose face was as pale as a vagina, and gave him a graceful blessing.

She turned her head and smiled at Zeng Ye who had wet eyes: "Silly boy, follow Mr. Chen from now on and practice hard. Remember to reach the fifth level and become an earthly immortal!"

Zeng Ye nodded vigorously.

Then she looked at Chen Ping'an and said softly: "May Mr. Chen's wishes come true and be worry-free."

Chen Pingan asked hoarsely: "Think about it again?"

Su Xinzhai said again: "May Mr. Chen and the girl he likes become the couple of gods and immortals."

Chen Pingan took a deep breath, raised his hands and clasped his fists, "I hope to see Miss Su again by chance."

Su Xinzhai's face was filled with tears, but he smiled happily and said: "Ten thousand, ten thousand, when the time comes, Mr. Chen will not recognize me?"

Chen Pingan nodded lightly.

Su Xinzhai tilted his head slightly, staring into the young man's eyes, as if to determine whether he was lying, and finally smiled suddenly, "Ha, I just realized that our Mr. Chen is extremely handsome."

Chen Ping'an squeezed out a smile, tremblingly, and extended his thumb, "This girl has good taste."

Su Xinzhai no longer had any obsession, and bit by bit, his soul began to fly away, like a painting of a lady, burned out, the ashes flew away, and returned to the world again.

Chen Pingan waved goodbye to her.

Zeng hid his face and cried.

Finally, Chen Pingan patted the young man on the shoulder and said, "Let's go."

Zeng Ye drooped his head and nodded slightly.

Chen Pingan said softly: "If you really like Miss Su that much, since you can't say that you like her until the end of your life, it doesn't matter. In the next few decades or a hundred years, you will have to see her again even if you search the world." , telling her loudly that he likes her. If a hundred years is not enough, then work hard to become an earthly immortal who competes with heaven and earth for longevity. As long as you still like her by then, you can travel thousands of miles while practicing Taoism diligently. It doesn't matter if you look for her for a thousand years. "

Zeng Ye suddenly raised his head and choked with sobs: "But my qualifications are poor."

Chen Pingan said in a deep voice: "Zeng Ye, you have no right to say that you are not talented or have poor qualifications before you have put in far more efforts than ordinary people! You should tell others this kind of thing a thousand times or ten thousand times , I don’t care about you, but in my case, as long as you still want to follow me to practice Taoism, you can only say it once!”

Zeng Ye was in a daze.

Chen Ping'an was the first to move and said his last words to Zeng Ye, "I'll wait for you at the mountain gate. Before that, I will go and say goodbye to the Huangli Mountain monk, so you don't have to follow me. I have some inner thoughts, You can stay here alone. As for whether you want to say it or not, it doesn't matter. Whether it can be truly remembered for a long time is the proof of how much you like Miss Su. But let me tell you something that you may not be willing to hear at the moment. Even if you fall in love with another girl a few months or years later, I will not look down on you Zeng Ye because of it, but if... if you can always remember Miss Su, I will definitely think highly of you Zeng Ye !”

Chen Ping'an left Zeng Ye there alone and returned alone to say goodbye to monk Huang Lishan.

Slowly go down the mountain.

Sit on the bottom steps at the mountain gate.

Turning around, I saw a tall young man running down the mountain.

On Songhe Street in a state city in Shihao Kingdom, where the dignitaries gathered, there was a mansion with a very high threshold for the Ma family. They were originally from a first-class county noble family, but later because they gave birth to a good daughter who was even more prosperous than the royal relatives. , which made the family make further progress. In such a large state city, it was extremely prestigious. The governor, who had always been aloof and arrogant, would take the initiative to send people to the Ma family's mansion to visit him every time during the holidays.

At the end of the New Year, in the early morning, the sound of horse hooves echoed on Qingshiban Street. Three horses entered the city early and came to this Songhe Street.

Since the war has spread to the central area of ​​Shihao Kingdom, which is only one state away, Songhe Street is no longer as cheerful and full of New Year's flavor as in previous years at the end of this year.

The three riders dismounted one after another.

A young man with a depressed look, wearing a blue cotton robe, imitated the knight and hung his sword.

There are two men and women holding horses beside them. The woman is graceful, but unfortunately she is wearing a curtain and hat, which hides her face. There is also a strong young man carrying a bamboo box on his back.

The concierge was a middle-aged man who was dressed as well as the county gentry. He yawned and looked askance at the foreigner who was leading him. He was a little impatient. But when he heard that this man came from Qingxia Island in Shujian Lake, he was shocked. , completely sleepless, he immediately lowered his head and said to the Immortal Master to wait a moment, and he would go and report to the head of the family. The concierge ran quickly, turning back and begging the young immortal master with a smile not to be anxious, he would definitely go back as soon as possible.

The mansion is vast, and after about half a stick of incense, the sweating concierge hurried over together with a thin and elegant man with frosty white temples.

Behind the two of them, there was an old man who walked in an unhurried but not slow manner at all. He looked like a tutor.

The woman under the curtain had tears in her eyes, but she just bit her lip and did not speak.

Chen Pingan took out the jade plaque, and the old man took it over. He looked at both sides carefully, then handed it back to Chen Pingan respectfully, and said softly: "I don't know if the immortal master who worshiped me is here, but I am not welcome from afar. "

The head of the Ma family suppressed the surprise and awe in his heart and quickly invited the three people from Qingxia Island to enter his residence.

The head of the Ma family originally wanted to open the ceremony gate to show his sincerity, but the young immortal master politely refused.

According to the wording that Chen Ping'an had already discussed with the Ma family's mansion, the daughter-in-law who was the proud lintel of the family back then, he went straight to the point with the nearly fifty-year-old but well-maintained head of the family: "Ma Duyi was the first to write this book in Shujian Lake. He was a monk from Songfeng Island. He joined the apprenticeship of an old monk named Shao Dongtian and had no hope of success. Later, Ma Duyi had another opportunity and was able to truly enter the spiritual life. Fortunately, he is in the same lineage as me. He is now my nephew. So I made a special trip to visit your Ma family this time when I was traveling."

As a guest, these words were actually very rude and condescending. They were very consistent with the tone of a Shujian Lake monk, and also consistent with the mountain demeanor of Shihao Kingdom's top Genealogy Immortal Master.

But whether it is the head of the Ma family or the family minister, they think this is the right thing to do.

Otherwise, we would have to immediately consider whether the young man's identity as a priest was fraudulent. Seeing that the Ma family was now in danger, he deceived his family. Otherwise, at most, he would just eat and drink well, serve him diligently, and then send the god out as quickly as possible, just to be on the safe side, so as not to cause trouble. After all, what Ma needs now is a real help when the time is right, not some insignificant icing on the cake.

Although I was still hesitant about the young man's so-called enshrinement status on Qingxia Island, in the end I believed it more, so my polite words became more polite, almost flattering.

Anyway, a lot of kind words don't cost a penny.

Ma's family fortune today is not just a result of generations of hard-working ancestors and descendants reading the sages' books.

The only trouble is that in the past few decades, Mr. Ma has been too prosperous, too mercurial, and wanted to make any money. As a result, he got into huge trouble. Mr. Ma is not afraid of spending money to solve the trouble, but he is afraid of spending a lot of money. The silver you bought is not a life-saving talisman to destroy wealth and eliminate disasters, but a life-saving talisman.

If this young immortal master is really Ma Duyi's new uncle, then everything will be fine!

Today's Shihao Kingdom is in an uproar from the capital to the local areas. An immortal monk with enough weight can speak more effectively than the poor big guys in the Liubu Yamen!

Entering the lobby of the mansion, Chen Ping'an still spoke concisely and to the point, saying that Ma Duyi had a good relationship with him. If the Ma family was in trouble, he could try to help him a little. If the family business was stable, then let's see if there were any good people in the family who were suitable for Taoism. If there is such a blessing, as for whether to send the good seedling to Shujian Lake for cultivation, or to leave a sum of immortal money, either can be done.

Three days later, the three riders left the city.

The woman who always wore a curtain hat looked back at the city wall with complicated eyes.

Ma's urgent need was solved by a trip to the governor's mansion after a young priest from Qingxia Island showed up.

A child of the Ma family who barely possesses the qualifications of the fourth and fifth realms of Qi Practitioner, took refuge in the sect of an old immortal in the city and began to practice Taoism. He was not a registered disciple, but a real disciple who needed to be clearly recognized in the imperial court. It is recorded in the book, which means that on the premise that the child has a famous teacher, the family has a steady stream of fairy money, which can enter the pocket of his master every year. Of course, all of it will not be used to pave the way for the child to cultivate, but no matter what , that child will have no worries, and will more or less get some of his own real benefits.

Chen Pingan sat on the horse and said nothing.