Sword of Coming

Zhu Quan was silent for a long time, and then he joked: "Aren't you still one level away? Do you really think you are a wind-controlling warrior?"

Chen Pingan, who did not have the sword under his feet, lightly stamped his feet. The sea of ​​clouds condensed into substance, like a white jade slab. The magic of the Immortal family was indeed mysterious. He smiled and said: "Thank you."

Zhu Quan smiled and said, "After you say it, do you feel better in your heart?"

Chen Pingan hugged the back of his head and said, "Much better."

Zhu Quan shook his head, "You can't really answer the question by saying a few words and exhaling a few breaths. If you continue like this, you will crush yourself. A person's energy is not the intention of the fist, nor is it tempered to a point. A grain of mustard seed, and then a punch can cause the earth to fall apart. To maintain a long-lasting spiritual energy, one must be upright. But there are some words, even if I say something that I think is a good thing, as an outsider, it still hurts to stand and speak. , just like this pursuit of Gao Cheng, if it were me, Zhu Quan, who had the same level of cultivation as you, I would have died dozens of times."

Chen Ping'an said sincerely: "That's why I admire Sect Master Zhu. The road is hard but the road is broad."

There are not many cultivators standing on the top of the mountain who are willing to say to themselves that I was wrong and I owe you a huge favor even though they have tried their best to do their best.

Zhu Quan took out a hand and waved it, "Quit the flattery, I don't have many sets of pictures of goddesses that I can give you."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "I'll lie down for a while. Master Zhu, don't think I'm disrespectful."

Zhu Quan stretched out his hand and said, "There is no Zhu Quan in the world who cannot be settled with a pot of wine."

Just as Chen Ping'an was about to get some wine from the things nearby, Zhu Quan glared and said, "It must be good wine! Don't fool me with market rice wine. I, Zhu Quan, grew up in the mountains since I was a child. I can't pretend to be a common man in the market. In this life, I will be like a ghost at the door of my house." The bones and frames of the valley are worn out, and there is no nostalgia!”

Chen Ping'an was a little embarrassed. There weren't many Xianjia wines nearby. With Zhu Quan's style and style of asking for a drink, she really couldn't stand her reaching out several times.

But you still have to get the wine. Not only that, Chen Pingan directly took three pots of fairy wine with different roots, including Osmanthus wine from Laolongcheng, Shuijing fairy wine from Fengweidu, Ziliu sweat from Shujian Lake, and a pot of A pot was gently thrown over, and sure enough, Zhu Quan collected the two pots first and put them in Qiankun's sleeve, a little embarrassed, "It's a bit too much, what's the point of it."

Chen Pingan was lying on the sea of ​​clouds that looked like jade slabs, just like he was lying on the green bamboo corridor of Cuidong Mountain in Cliff Academy. It was not his hometown, but it still felt like his hometown.

The journey away from the Skeleton Beach was indeed a bit tiring.

Zhu Quan sat next to him, gently placing the little girl in black next to him, gently flicking his sleeves, letting the strong wind in the sky meet the pillars like water, and bypass the little girl. She still slept soundly, and she was free from worries.

Zhu Quan drank the wine and said sadly: "If according to what you said before, if Gao Cheng knew that he would die and wanted to perish together, he would not hesitate to drag Jingguan City and Guixigu to be buried together, not to mention Muyi Mountain would be smashed. , the Skeleton Beach is almost destroyed, and the water transportation of the Swaying River will inevitably be implicated. In addition, the sinister atmosphere of the Ghost Valley will spread all the way upstream. Tens of millions of people in those countries will die, and no one knows how many will die. Sure enough, one will beat him. Earth-shaking'."

Chen Pingan said: "It's not just in case, it's ten thousand."

Zhu Quan sighed: "Yes."

Chen Pingan said slowly: "Does Master Zhu know the daily flow of people in Mural City, the people in Naiheguan Market, and the number of sects in Skeleton Beach? Does he know the population of several countries in the upper reaches of the Swinging River?"

Zhu Quan was stunned for a moment, "I know what these are doing, but I really can't care about it. I have to crawl like a turtle to practice, and I have to work hard to be the leader of the sect. It's very tiring."

Chen Pingan said: "When I passed by the Skeleton Beach, I saw it, calculated it, inquired about it, and read it in the book. So I know."

Zhu Quan said helplessly: "Chen Ping'an, I'm not talking about you, what on earth are you thinking about all day long?"

Chen Pingan rested his hands on the back of his head, "After leaving Muyi Mountain, I saw everyone was Gao Cheng. After arriving at Suijia City Ghost House, I saw everyone was Chen Pingan. So I am also very tired."

Zhu Quan wondered: "Then why did you come to Beiju Luzhou? This is a place that likes to fight with life and death. If you are so afraid of death, you can't come back at a higher level. And you still have too few means of escape. Basically, he is still a pure martial artist, so at most he can rely on a semi-immortal weapon and a square-inch talisman to instantly open a distance. However, not to mention those of us who are in the upper five realms and earthly immortal qi practitioners, none of us can run for several kilometers with one breath. You're a bastard who has traveled thousands of miles. Once you can't get close enough to quickly determine the outcome, you will be consumed to death."

Zhu Quan slapped his head, "Forget it, just pretend I didn't say it. You're just a freak."

He was wearing a robe, and he wore two of them at once, and hung a sword gourd, hiding flying swords that were not his natural treasures, and there were two of them.

You can pretend to be a monk in the fifth realm, you can pretend to be a swordsman, or you can pretend to be a martial artist in the fourth and fifth realms when you have nothing to do. There are all kinds of tricks and tricks. Once you are fighting for your life, you can suddenly get close and kill the old master with a random punch. , plus a few square-inch talismans and a few swords, the ordinary golden elixir really can't withstand Chen Pingan's three axes. In addition, this boy is really able to withstand beatings. Zhu Quan's hands are a little itchy. There is a golden body warrior from the Daguan Dynasty on the ferry. How can Chen Ping'an beat him like a little girl scratching his itch?

Chen Ping'an suddenly said: "I haven't actually reached the Golden Realm yet. Although I suffered heavy losses in the sea of ​​​​clouds in Suijia City, and almost all my good talismans were used up, I have benefited greatly from tempering my body, and the effect is better than Bamboo House in my hometown is even better. After all, when someone punches me at home, I still know that the other person will not really beat me to death, it will only hurt a little, and it will not be like being trapped in the sea of ​​​​clouds and tribulations, and I will really die. But even so , there are still two things missing from breaking the bottleneck of the Golden Body Realm. One is that I have not yet formed the heroic courage, and the other is that learning boxing is complicated and I bit off more than I can chew, which inevitably leads to boxing fights, so I have never been able to reach Chun Lei. An explosion and a punch that opens a mountain mean two different paths leading to the same destination."

Zhu Quan asked curiously: "Are you still a Sixth Realm martial artist?!"

Chen Pingan nodded.

Zhu Quan laughed angrily and said, "Then why don't all our Seventh Realm warriors in Beiju Luzhou die?"

Chen Ping'an thought for a while, "You can't say that, otherwise all the pure warriors in the world except Cao Ci who are under the mountain top level will die."

Zhu Quan took a sip of wine and said, "Cao Ci has even heard of people like me. How come you can recognize him?"

Chen Ping'an hummed and sat up, "On the Great Wall of Sword Qi, I lost three fights with him in a row."

Zhu Quan's eyes widened.

This time it was Chen Pingan's turn to feel a little embarrassed, "It's a bit embarrassing."

Chen Ping'an soon had firm eyes and a smile on his face. The cloud breeze was blowing on his face, and the breeze was left on his sleeves. "It doesn't matter. On the road to martial arts, as long as I am not separated by Cao Ci, as long as the distance between the two realms is within one realm, this will I hope to win it back in my lifetime!”

Zhu Quan knew that he had misunderstood him. How many young warriors in the world can let Cao Ci accompany him to fight three times in a row? Just like the people who play chess in the world, who would the Lord of Baidi City be willing to play more games with? It’s just Cui Chan who deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors. Of course, what is even more powerful is the scholar Qi Jingchun who was able to make the Lord of Baidi City leave the city on his own initiative and invite Shou Tan. The lineage of Literary Saints is indeed small in number, but they are all powerful. When Qi Jingchun withstood the shocking catastrophe, because the Skeleton Beach was located in the southernmost part of Beiju Luzhou, and Dali was the northernmost part of Aquarius Continent, at that time on Muyi Mountain, Zhu Quan saw some clues. Besides, that sword cultivator who practiced sword very late, had extremely long sword energy, and destroyed countless people. It is said that he visited the overseas immortals and stayed away from the human world... Around that time, there was an overseas visit near Beiju Luzhou territory, and four sword immortals went there one after another. , but after the three people behind asked about the sword, everyone was silent, except for the Jade Pu Realm Sword Immortal who rushed to intercept first. As one of the most lethal Jade Pu Realm sword cultivators in the continent, after returning, he directly let go. He shouted to the entire Beiju Luzhou, "Don't go to Yupu Realm, let's get started as immortals!"

There are actually many stories about the disciples of the Wen Sheng lineage. Compared with the Kia Sheng lineage, which is full of talents and magnificent, and has almost lost its incense, the Wen Sheng lineage has fewer disciples but more stories. And Beiju Luzhou is probably the continent that has the most favorable impression of the Wen Sheng lineage in the world.

The reason is very simple, it can be beaten. Zhu Quan especially admired his right-and-left, Bu Nao, his bad temper, tut tut tut, even more juluzhou than Beiju Luzhou, he was a hero, I heard he looked upright, and looked quite polite... But he couldn't say he could fight, The sword immortals in Beiju Luzhou felt that it was a pity that such people were not born in Juluzhou and were so withdrawn and did not like the world. Otherwise, they could compete with each other every day in swordsmanship.

Zhu Quan chuckled and wiped his mouth. It would be great if he could meet him.

As for the kid next to her, she just misunderstood. She thought she was laughing at him and it was embarrassing for him to lose three games in a row, so she let him go.

Wait a minute!

Zhu Quan stiffly turned his head and said fiercely: "Chen Ping'an, who do you think is your senior brother?! Which Mr. Qi is Mr. Qi?!"

Damn it, she was a little intimidated by this kid's aura at first. A martial artist of the tenth realm owed favors. His student disciple was Nascent Soul or something like that. There was also a messy half-master who was still the peak martial artist of the tenth realm. She had already let her His mind was a little overwhelmed, and he was even more worried that the boy's mood would collapse on the spot. Now he finally came to his senses, and Zhu Quan asked angrily: "Why is it that you are your senior brother?!"

The scholar in white blinked his eyes, "What are you talking about, Master Zhu? Are you talking drunkenly while drinking?"

Zhu Quan stood up, with a smile on his face, sat down next to Chen Ping'an, and whispered: "Let's discuss it later, let your senior brother, um, the one who uses the sword, come to my Muyi Mountain as a guest? Just say Someone wants to treat him to a drink. If he doesn’t want to come ashore to Muyi Mountain, that’s okay. I can go to the sea to find him. Then you, Chen Pingan, can help you make a match and arrange a place. Then I’ll ask Pang Shanling to accompany him. I’ll stand by his side. Let Mr. Pang write and draw a picture for us, oh, I'm really embarrassed."

Chen Pingan rubbed his forehead. If you're sorry, don't say it.

Zhu Quan was angry, "Don't pretend to be stupid with me! Just one sentence, is it okay or very good?!"

Chen Pingan rubbed his cheeks with both hands. He really had a headache. Besides, this kind of thing is not a joke, so he said honestly: "He doesn't feel qualified to be his junior brother. He said this in front of me. So. I just said before that I would ask for it, but I may not be able to ask for it."

Zhu Quan slapped him away, and Chen Ping'an leaned back. He waited until the arm passed over his head before straightening up.

Zhu Quan retracted his hand angrily and said with a smile, "Is it okay for me to return your wine to you?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "It's really impossible."

Zhu Quan patted his knees and said, "Momojiji, no wonder the left and right refuse to recognize you as my little junior brother."

But until this moment, Zhu Quan somewhat understood.

Why do the young people around me say that to the great disciple of the temple master?

If you come to Beiju Luzhou, you really won't be able to look at the Taoist Priest Xiao Xuan Du Guan Yuanying, not even half a glance.

It's not just a matter of great disparity in realms. It's hard to say for other Middle-earth Sword Immortals. I can only say that for you and me, if you are not in the Ascension Realm, I will look at you, nor will an ordinary person not look at you.

This is also the key reason why Beiju Luzhou sword cultivator admires Zuo so much.

Or mind.

Zhu Quan glanced at the sky and said angrily: "No, I have to leave. I said before that we were talking about some personal matters. I didn't expect to stay for so long. It's late. It's just my two sanctimonious uncles and uncles. What? I don’t know about virtue? I wish that as long as a blind man is willing to marry me, they will clap their hands and applaud, maybe even squeeze out some tears, and then worship the man as a Bodhisattva, it’s over, look back at the two old guys My eyes must be convinced that I am messing with you in the sea of ​​clouds. Damn it, my reputation will be ruined in one day. The reputation of this old cow eating young grass will definitely spread throughout Muyi Mountain."

Then, before Zhu Quan felt that he had been wronged, he saw that the young man was even more panicked than he was. He quickly stood up, took two steps back, and said seriously: "I beg you, Sect Master Zhu, to definitely, definitely, definitely, definitely put an end to these rumors." This is a sign of rumors! Otherwise, I will never go to Muyi Mountain in my life!"

Zhu Quan was surprised. This boy was fearless. He didn't even frown when dealing with Gao Cheng. Why was his face turning pale now?

Is my mother so pretty? Okay, it doesn't look good.

Before Zhu Quan could reach out his hand, the little bastard immediately took out a pot of Xianjia wine. Not only that, he also said: "I really don't have many pots at the moment, so I'll wait until I finish walking around Beiju." Luzhou, be sure to bring more good wine to Sect Leader Zhu."

Zhu Quan waved his hand and had already collected three pots of good wine. The pot in his hand was not finished yet.

I never thought that the man had thrown the wine back, "Zhu Zongzong, I owe the rest first, and we will talk about it later when we have the opportunity to visit Muyi Mountain. If we really don't have the chance to visit Pima Sect, I will have the wine sent to Muyi Mountain."

Then he raised his hand, drove the sword fairy back to his feet, and ran away with the sword, very fast.

Zhu Quan gently picked up the little girl in black and asked doubtfully: "This boy is not lacking in girls to like him, and he is so independent-minded. He is young and has great abilities. Why is he still like this?"

Zhu Quan shook his head and stopped thinking about it. If Gao Cheng suffered such a big loss, Guixiao Valley would probably not be able to live in peace.

She rides the wind and travels south.

As for some words, it's not that she doesn't want to say more, it's that she can't.

The knot in your heart can only be solved by yourself.

Especially the kind of person who seems to dislike the most extreme things when it comes to dealing with others, but he just does too much.

It’s so mysterious.

Over there on the ferry.

The scholar in white put his sword behind him and landed on the railing. He tiptoed a little, his snow-white sleeves fluttered, and he flew directly back to the room from the window, which closed on its own.

Ding Tong, who was still sitting motionless "looking at the scenery", felt his heart loosen and fell backwards, falling onto the board of the boat.

The observation deck on the second floor was deserted. In fact, all the guests on the second floor had withdrawn from the house.

Ferry was even worried that he would suddenly be struck down with a sword and then be gone.

The steward who had sold the pile of newspapers to the little water monster was in no better mood than Ding Tong.

We are brothers in distress.

The most terrifying thing is not that the young swordsman has a high level of cultivation.

But the temperament is unpredictable.

Otherwise, after one sword blow, life and death will be a happy matter. That is to kowtow to beg for mercy and pay for your life.

But when you are a guy who can decide life and death at will, he will look at you with a smile like a father looking at his son, and his words will be as friendly as two brothers, and his methods will be endless and unimaginable.

What can you do? What do you dare to do?

The atmosphere on Wei Bai's side was solemn, and he was caught in this dilemma.

It stands to reason that the death of a great minister of the Tieyou Mansion is a big loss for the entire Wei family, and the death of a golden body warrior who was born on the battlefield is not a small loss. Wei Bai should weigh the two sides, but in the house with After all, the old grandma seemed unable to figure out a suitable countermeasure. It seemed that whatever she did or said, she might make more mistakes, and the consequences were unpredictable. She might even not be able to get off the ferry alive, and there would be no chance of spring. No matter how hard Lu Pu stabilized the situation, he did nothing and felt that he was seeking death.

There was a soft knock on the door.

The old grandma's face was extremely ugly.

Because she didn't notice any movement at all, the other party walked all the way silently.

Everyone in the room may not have high levels of cultivation compared to that guy, but since they can sit in this room today, they don't have a fuel-efficient lamp.

So everyone knew who was coming.

The young female cultivator named Qing Qing at the Zhaoye Cottage in Chunlu Garden calmed down her mind. She didn't want to embarrass the man she loved, so she got up and opened the door.

Wei Bai sighed and stood up first. He stretched out his hand to signal the young woman not to be impulsive. He went to open the door himself and bowed to the scholar: "Wei Bai of Tiemou Mansion, pay homage to the Sword Immortal."

The scholar in white clothes held a folding fan and crossed the threshold with a smile, "Young Master Wei, there is no need to be so polite. We don't know each other without fighting."

Hearing these words, the eyelids of everyone in the room trembled. They had already stood up one after another when Wei Bai stood up to greet him, and except for the old nun from Tiemou Mansion and the young female nun from Chunlu Pu, they all stayed away intentionally or unintentionally. A few steps away from the table, everyone held their breath and concentrated, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Wei Bai wanted to close the door gently.

But after the scholar in white crossed the threshold, the door closed by itself.

Wei Bai took back his hand and followed the man to the table.

When it came to an end, he breathed a sigh of relief. The feeling of having a knife pressed against the heart but not moving is the most uncomfortable feeling.

After the scholar in white sat down, he picked up a teacup with the rim down and poured himself a cup of tea. "The tea from the village on the second floor is better."

After Wei Bai sat down, the old nun stood behind him. Only the young female nun from Chunlu Pu sat down with Wei Bai.

The scholar in white pointed at a random person and said, "Excuse me, please call the person in charge of the ferry."

The man quickly bowed his head and even said he didn't dare. He immediately went out to call someone.

As the door closed gently.

There was an uncomfortable silence in the room.

After a while, the scholar in white said with a smile: "On my way back and forth, I happened to see the mountains and fields where my senior walked on the ground after leaving the ferry."

Wei Bai understood in his heart and breathed a sigh of relief, "Master Liao can have a hearty sparring match with Senior Sword Immortal. Maybe he can return to Tiekou Mansion and practice a little bit to break through the bottleneck and make further progress."

The young female cultivator at Zhaoye Thatched Cottage may be the last person in the room to understand the connection.

The others were just a little later than Wei Bai to understand the subtlety of this conversation.

I admire Wei Bai even more.

For some unknown reason, the sword fairy gave the Wei clan of Tiemou Mansion a step to get down, but while giving him a step, it was also an invisible deterrent and another way of being aggressive.

I punched your Golden Body Realm martial artist to death, and I still want to come to your house to drink tea. Do you, Wei Bai and Tiemou Mansion, want to settle the score with me? But at the same time, if the Tiemou Mansion is willing to settle the matter, there will be another situation. But all said and done, Tiemou Mansion is still difficult to endure, at least for the moment. As for the future, God knows.

Wei Bai chose to walk down the steps. Not only did he lose his teeth and vomit blood, but he also took all the roundabout advances made by the other party.

Then there was a soft knock on the door.

The man led the ferry steward into the house.

The old woman raised her eyebrows.

Good guy.

It was this young swordsman who made the right calculation.

It turns out that these words were meant not only for the young master, but also for the other side of the ferry.

As long as the young master is willing to settle the matter, the young swordsman who heard the harsh words before will now become less sincere.

After all, the Tieyou Mansion himself went to shout about the golden body of my family named Liao. In fact, he was not beaten to death. It was just a joke. But if someone from the ferry took the initiative to help explain, the face of the Tieyou Mansion would be better. , of course, the young master can also take the initiative to find the ferry steward and hint that the other party will definitely be willing to sell a favor to the Tiemou Mansion, but then the young master will be even more miserable.

Small things are small things, but if the young master can see the big from the small, and understand the subtle things, then he can understand the third meaning.

In a fight, the golden body martial artist raised by your family is just a matter of one punch from me. I am also familiar with the officialdom of your temple. I have given you face, Wei Bai, even if you can't keep it, are you really qualified to quarrel with me, a foreign swordsman?

The Tiemou Mansion may not be afraid of a swordsman who only knows how to fight and kill.

As long as you have money in Luzhou, Beiju, you can invite the Jindan Sword Immortal to come down the mountain to "practice your sword". If you have enough money, you can even invite the Yuanying Sword Immortal!

But.

The young swordsman in front of him who likes to wear two robes has a very good mind.

The old nanny was born as a demonic monk. In her eyes, there is no distinction between good and bad. There is only a distinction between strong and weak for anyone in the world. And there are two types of power. One is destined to be unprovoked, and the other is something that can be provoked but is best not to be provoked. The former is naturally stronger, but the latter will turn into the former at any time, and sometimes, it will even be more difficult to deal with.

In the final analysis, the Tiemou Mansion is still a force under the secular dynasty. It is extremely familiar with the rules of the officialdom. The more so, it is actually not difficult to deal with those monks on the mountain who act simply and neatly, especially those who are straight. What's difficult is those genealogy masters who are even more crooked than officials.

The three great nobles of the Daguan Dynasty including the Wei family, precisely because of their illustrious family backgrounds, did not have enough seeds of learning and military generals that died young? Quite a few. There are many wealthy and powerful sons who are not acclimated to the local environment. It is okay to be an official in the capital. Once they are released to serve as officials in a county or a county magistrate, the old foxes and little oilmen in the officialdom will control them. No matter how disgusting it is, there are all kinds of tricks, playing around, and cutting flesh with blunt knives. Therefore, the Tiemou Mansion has spared no effort in protecting Wei Bai in these years, and there are even some rumors, fearing that one day the young master will suddenly die suddenly, and he will not even be able to find any enemies afterwards.

But every time the young master traveled in the past, it was the most peaceful one. The route is fixed, the retinue follows, and the immortal family supports it. For this reason, many well-hidden hostile forces were also fished out, and by following the clues, the Tiemou Mansion secretly took the opportunity to eliminate many hidden dangers, including those in temples, mountains, and rivers and lakes.

Only this time, it was really a big surprise.

Now the ferry is still in a vassal state of the Daguan Dynasty, but the other party doesn't even want to sell the face of Tiemou Mansion and Chunlu Pu. Before that person took action, there were so many whispers, even if he didn't know the young master's noble status before. , it’s time to understand.

The scholar in white pointed at the table with his folding fan, "Master Ferryman, we have done two businesses. Why are we being so polite and reserved? Sit down and drink tea."

The scholar in white wiped the teacup casually with a folding fan, and the teacup slid to the edge of the table in front of the ferry steward. Half of the teacup was outside the table, swaying slightly, and was about to fall. Then he picked up the teapot, and the steward quickly stepped forward and grabbed it with both hands. He bent down and handed out the teacup with both hands. He waited until the swordsman in white poured the tea and then sat down. From beginning to end, not a single superfluous word of flattery was spoken.

It's not even summer yet, but my ferry is already in trouble.

The so-called two sales, one was to pay for a ferry ride, and the other was naturally to buy and sell a house.

The scholar in white picked up the tea cup, took a long sip, placed it gently on the table, leaned back on the chair, opened the folding fan, and gently fanned the breeze.

Wei Bai then followed suit, raising the cup slowly and drinking quickly, while the ferry steward followed Wei Bai, slowly lifting the cup and drinking the tea quickly, then holding the cup with both hands without putting it down.

The scholar in white said with a smile: "There is some misunderstanding. Let's clear it up. When we are away from home, harmony will make us rich."

Wei Bai poured himself a cup of tea and filled it up. He held the cup in one hand and held it empty in the other. He nodded with a smile and said: "Senior Jianxian rarely travels around the mountains and rivers. This time, our Tieyou Mansion contradicted Senior Jianxian. I used tea to Do you dare to punish yourself with a glass of wine instead?"

The scholar in white nodded.

Wei Bai drank it all in one gulp.

Sweat beaded on the ferry steward's forehead.

As a monk in the sea-viewing realm, he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.

The scholar in white turned to look at the young female cultivator, "Who is this fairy?"

After Wei Bai put down the tea cup, he smiled and said, "This is Tang Qingqing, the only daughter of Master Tang Xian of Zhaoye Cottage in Chunlu Pu."

The scholar in white said with a smile: "Tang Xianzi was the first person in the house who wanted to open the door to welcome guests. The beauty is so kind, Mr. Wei must not let him down."

Wei Bai smiled and nodded, "Just wait for the elders on both sides to nod."

The scholar in white hummed and said with a smile: "But I guess it's okay over there in the thatched cottage. Who wouldn't like a son-in-law who rides on the dragon like Mr. Wei? It's just that General Wei is having a hard time. After all, there are still some differences up and down the mountain. Of course. , it still depends on fate, beating a mandarin duck with a stick is not good, and a melon that is forced is not sweet."

Wei Bai breathed a sigh of relief again.

Tang Qingqing was actually a little grateful.

The monks standing in the house who were friends with Tiemou Mansion or Chunlu Po were all somewhat obscured by clouds and mist. In addition to the initial moment, the onlookers could also feel a vague sense of murderous intent, and now they looked like they were having a family affair?

The scholar in white suddenly said: "Fairy Tang, you should know Senior Song Lanqiao, right?"

Tang Qingqing said quickly: "Of course we know that Captain Song is my father's senior brother. They are both Chunlu Pulan monks."

The scholar in white said with a smile: "That's good. I've been on the ferry of Senior Song Dynasty before, and we are very close to each other. We are friends for many years. It seems that this time I go to Chunlu Garden, I will definitely disturb Zhaoye Thatched Cottage."

Tang Qingqing smiled brightly, "It is our honor for Senior Sword Immortal to come to the thatched cottage."

Even Wei Bai was a little jealous of Tang Qingqing's passionate love.

The scholar in white suddenly asked: "Mr. Wei, the young swordsman who passed by with his sword earlier said a bunch of weird things and wanted to invite me to tea. What was his name?"

Wei Bai said: "If this junior is not mistaken, it should be Liu Zhiqing, Liu Jianxian, the junior uncle of the Golden Crow Palace."

Tang Qingqing nodded and smiled: "Every few years, this Golden Crow Palace Liu Sword Immortal will go to a mountain spring that he purchased privately in Chunlu Garden in our early years to draw water and make tea."

The scholar in white suddenly said: "I saw this paragraph in the Chunlu Garden's "Spring Dew and Winter". It turns out that this Great Sword Immortal is Liu Zhiqing of the Golden Crow Palace. I have admired the name for a long time. If I had known, I would have been so shameless with him before. Liu Jianxian said hello and came to Chunlu Pond so that he could help himself earn some reputation."

Wei Bai smiled as usual.

The old woman's mouth twitched slightly.

The cup of tea around the village that I haven't dared to finish yet is not bitter, but the ferry steward feels miserable.

Master Sword Immortal, you slashed the thunder clouds of the Golden Crow Palace with one sword, and Liu Zhiqing warmly invited you to drink tea. Do you need such a reputation? Can we be a little more open-minded and ask you, Master Sword Immortal, to give you a happy word so that it won’t torture people’s hearts like this anymore?

The scholar in white turned his head and said, "This old lady seems to think that I am not qualified to drink tea with Liu Jianxian?"

The old mama smiled softly and said, "I don't dare. The two sword fairies sat opposite each other by the spring in the forest and had a wonderful conversation. The little book in Chunlu Garden can be reprinted this year."

The scholar in white kept turning his head and smiling.

The old grandma's face became stiffer and stiffer.

The scholar in white suddenly narrowed his eyes and said, "I heard that in the Yamashita dynasty, there is a saying that the master humiliates his ministers to death."

The old grandma had a sullen face.

The white-clothed scholar added: "As for the beautiful talk, I also heard that there was one in the Daguan Dynasty. When Master Wei was enjoying the snow on the lake, he saw a handsome young man walking across the arch bridge. There was a young and beautiful maid beside him who smiled quietly. Master Wei asked her if she was I am willing to become the couple of gods and immortals with that young man. He said that a gentleman has the beauty of adulthood. The maid was speechless. After a while, an old woman came across the lake and took the box and gave it to the young man. Dare I ask this old woman, what is in the box? I I come from a poor place, and I am very curious about what kind of valuable object can make a young man so moved."

The old grandma has already prepared for the worst.

She would fight to the death and drag the young master of Tiemou Mansion to die with Chunlu Pu Tang Qingqing. Then she would like to see how the young swordsman drank that tea with Liu Zhiqing!

But the scholar in white had already turned his head, "No wonder the temple here is so popular."

Wei Bai tensed up and squeezed out a smile, "I'll make Senior Sword Immortal laugh."

The scholar in white stood up slowly, and in the end he just patted the ferry steward on the shoulder with his folding fan. Then as he passed by, he said, "Don't make a third deal. I walk a lot at night and it's easy to see people."

Tang Qingqing was stunned for a moment.

Isn’t it easy to see ghosts?

The scholar in white walked straight to the door, raised his arm, and shook the folding fan in his hand, "No need to give it away."

The door still opens and closes by itself.