Sword of Coming

On the Luopo mountain, the young mountain owner traveled far away, and the old man on the second floor also traveled far away, and the bamboo building was no longer inhabited.

Chen Lingjun stopped wandering around recently, and came to sit at the stone table by the cliff from time to time.

He knew that he was the most unpleasant existence on Luoluo Mountain, not as good as that Wenyun little fire python from Cao's Zhilanlou, who was diligent and smart, and even not as cute as Zhou Mili, a silly little guy. Cen Yuanji was brought up the mountain by Zhu Lian. He has good aptitude, and he can endure hardships in boxing practice. His daily life is busy and fulfilling. Shi Rou manages the business of a shop in the small town. She doesn't make much money, but after all, she is helping Lupo Mountain to make money, and she has a good relationship with Pei Qian. Whenever Pei Qian has free time, she will go there to see Shi Rou. Rou said that she was worried about Shirou's pockets, but in fact she was just afraid that Shirou would feel neglected by Luopo Mountain.

Only him, Chen Lingjun, was willing to suffer for his face. He didn't like what he did or said.

The Yujiang water god brother, after three night banquets with the gods, became more polite to him, but this kind of politeness made Chen Lingjun very disappointed. Some flattering words were so courteous that Chen Lingjun couldn't get used to them.

He prefers to drink in big bowls and eat meat in large bowls, speak vulgarly, and scold each other at the water mansion.

But Chen Lingjun is not a fool, he can see many things.

For example, if Senior Cui left and went to the lotus root blessed land, he would definitely not come back.

But he, Chen Lingjun, couldn't even say a word of farewell. When the old gentleman in Qingshan left with Pei Qian, he could only sit here in a daze, pretending that he didn't know anything.

Early in the morning, it was supposed to be the time for Pei Qian to go upstairs to eat his fists.

Now the bamboo building is silent.

Chen Lingjun was lying on the table, in front of him was a pile of melon seeds snatched from Chen Ruchu, today's warm sun made him so weak that he couldn't even knock the melon seeds.

I wondered if I should go to the gate of the mountain and have a quarrel with Brother Dafeng. Brother Dafeng is still very quack, but some dirty words are too perverted, and I have to think about it for a long time before I can come up with the meaning.

Chen Lingjun turned his head and looked towards the mansions. The old cook was not on the mountain, nor was Pei Qian. There are a lot of pastries to eat, and Zhou Mili is a little water monster who doesn't really need to eat, so there is no cooking smoke on the mountain. There are layers of peach and plum blossoms on the mountain, and the fireworks among the clouds are people.

Chen Lingjun felt that there were fewer people in Luopo Mountain at the moment, and everyone was busy in their own way, so the human atmosphere became much less human.

Chen Lingjun shifted his gaze to the second floor of the bamboo building, feeling a little sad.

When the old man was around, he always felt weak. Chen Lingjun felt that he would never be able to take two punches from the old man in his life.

Chen Lingjun sighed heavily, and stretched out his hand to grab a melon seed, intending not to peel the shell, but to chew it to relieve boredom.

Then Chen Lingjun's movements became stiff, and he gently put back the melon seeds, moved his buttocks slightly, and quietly shifted his head, preparing to turn his face away from the cliff in such a natural way.

Unexpectedly, the old Confucian scholar in green shirt who appeared out of thin air smiled at him.

Chen Lingjun swallowed, stood up, bowed and bowed, "Chen Lingjun pays homage to Master Guoshi."

Big Li embroidered tiger, Cui Chan.

It is a powerful thing that can crush him to death with one finger.

Chen Ping'an is not in Luopo Mountain, the old man is not in Zhulou, Zhu Lian and Wei Bo went to Zhongyue again, Chen Lingjun has no backing for the time being!

Cui Chan smiled and said, "Go ahead."

Chen Lingjun glanced at the green flagstone path leading from the bamboo building to the mansion, and felt that it was a little dangling, so he said goodbye, and actually climbed down the stone cliff. It is safer to walk this way, far away from the national teacher up.

Cui Chan remembered the look of the little snake in blue looking at the bamboo building, and smiled.

Then there is a little calculation, just do it casually, and it won't mobilize the crowd.

Among the mountains to the west of Longquan County, there is a temporarily occupied hilltop, which seems to be suitable for the genus of Jiaolong to live in.

Cui Chan stood in the corridor on the second floor, quietly waiting for someone to come.

A white rainbow came from far away in the sky, with the momentum like spring thunder exploding, swiftly and violently.

I don't care about the rules set by Ruan Qiong.

Cui Chan shook his head and sighed in his heart, thanks to himself saying hello to Ruan Qiong.

A young man in white clothes with a mole between his eyebrows was holding a green bamboo stick made of ordinary materials, and his face was full of exhaustion.

Cui Dongshan fell on the open space on the first floor, his eyes were bloodshot, and he said angrily: "You old bastard, do you eat shit every day, so you won't stop grandpa from going to that blessed place?!"

Cui Chan asked back, "So what if I stop it?"

Cui Dongshan was so angry that his face was livid, "It's a day to stop it, can't you wait for me to come?! Then you will go as far as you go!"

Cui Chan looked indifferent.

Cui Dongshan calmed down suddenly, and took a deep breath, "Grandpa studied and studied, practiced martial arts and boxing, and behaved in the world. He is indomitable. The only time he gave in was for our two grandsons who have brains! This retreat will be all over. Already, the eleventh realm of martial arts is gone! Without the eleventh realm, people will die too!"

Cui Chan said: "And for your husband, and this desolate mountain."

Cui Dongshan retreated step by step, sat down on the stone table, leaned on the bamboo stick with both hands, lowered his head, and gritted his teeth.

Perhaps unable to sit still, Cui Dongshan stood up, spun around in place, and walked quickly.

Cui Chan looked at the guy who was running around in a hurry, and said slowly: "You are not as good as me. You can't even think about what grandpa cares about and why you make such a choice. So what, is it interesting? Let you go to the blessed land of lotus root , What's the use of finding grandpa? It may be useful if it is useful, and that is to make grandpa leave without peace of mind. "

Cui Dongshan stopped in his tracks, his eyes sharp, "Cui Chan! Be careful what you say!"

Cui Chan said: "Cui Dongshan, you should grow up and understand something. You, Cui Dongshan, are qualified to dance by my side if you have not entered the upper five realms again."

Cui Dongshan sat down lightly, embraced the green bamboo stick, stopped looking at the second floor, and said to himself: "Why did grandpa have to enter the battle of March and Fourth? Why did grandpa lose his mind? We didn't cause it." Is it? Grandpa is a scholar, and has always hoped that we would be that real scholar. Grandpa has learned all his life, and the root of knowledge is that of the sub-sage lineage. Why in the Middle-earth Shenzhou, he wants to punch us angrily for our literary sage lineage ? Why did we bully the master and destroy the ancestors, and let grandpa be even more disappointed?"

Cui Chan slapped the railing, and finally flew into a rage, "Ask me?! Ask the world, ask your confidant!"

Cui Dongshan's eyes were dull, and he clenched his walking stick tightly with both hands, "I'm a little tired, I can't ask questions."

Cui Dongshan remembered that when he was young, he was about to be taken by the strict and rigid old man to visit mountains and climb high. The long journey made the child miserable.

Once the old man climbed up the stairs, he didn't care about the sweat of the child behind him, and walked up the stairs on his own.

The old man seemed to be angry with his grandson on purpose, not only had he gone far away, but he still recited a poem by a Chinese writer aloud, saying that the husband’s grand festival was like a gentleman, and I want to say that An De’s huge pen is like a long stick!

The child remembered that poem to death, but never thought about it later. After the child grew up, the young man ran away from home in anger, and then became a teacher under the old scholar. , I finally had the opportunity to meet the famous Confucian sage in China, but at that time, the young man who was more energetic than any of his peers actually had only one thought in his heart, that is, if he had the opportunity in the future, he must return to his hometown and be with himself. Grandpa talked about this matter, saying that the person you admired lost to your grandson in essays, and in chess, he even broke his beard.

It's just that I have accumulated a lot of words in my stomach in this life. When I can say it, I don't want to say more, and when I want to say it, I can't say it.

In the distance of Longquan County, a morning bell rang, and it came from afar.

As soon as the bell strikes, the gates of the city will be opened as usual, and all the people will work until the drums rest at dusk, and the whole family will be reunited and happy.

Yuchun County, near the foot of Dalixin Zhongyue Mountain, is a small county. In the old Zhuying Dynasty, it was not a rich place. Its cultural and military fortunes were average, and its wind level was average. It did not touch the big mountain. Pull the light of Zishan. The new prefect, Wu Yuan, is a foreigner. It is said that he was the sheriff of a local county in Dali. It is equivalent to losing the possibility of quickly becoming the center of the Dali Temple. The officials sent to the vassal state, but have not been promoted to a higher level, are clearly a frustrated person sitting on the bench, probably because of offending someone.

It's just that no matter how bleak the official career of Wu Junshou is, after all, he was born in Dali and is young. Therefore, the governor of Liangzhou, where Yuchun County is located, privately asked people to explain to the officials in Yuchun County that they must treat Wu Yuan with courtesy. Even if it is not in line with local customs, the move of the official to take office three fires, you have to be patient. Fortunately, after Wu Yuan took office, there was almost no movement. It was just a matter of timing. All matters, big and small, were handed over to the old people in the yamen. Next, the atmosphere is also harmonious. It's just that such a soft temperament will inevitably make subordinates feel contemptuous.

That day, the young prefect was sitting in the yamen as usual, and the desk was full of county annals and geomantic maps, which he read slowly and occasionally wrote something with a pen.

Wu Yuan had a feeling in her heart, raised her head, and saw a familiar face leaning against the door of the official hall, Wu Yuan was in a good mood, laughed, stood up, bowed and said: "The tiger is here, I am not far away to welcome you."

It was Wei Bo who removed the blindfold.

Wei Bo stepped across the threshold and said with a smile: "Master Wu is a bit disrespectful. The previous night banquet was just a congratulatory note."

Wu Yuan smiled calmly and said: "The salary is meager, I spent one out of ten to support myself, five to six out of ten to buy books, I have some money left every month, I worked hard to save, and it was because I fell in love with an ancient inkstone in Yunxing County next door. It's really a swollen face and he's not a fat man, so he thought that the journey is so far away, it's not easy for Lord Tiger to come to Xingshi to inquire about his crimes, how could the lower officials think that Wei Shanjun is so persistent, so he really came here."

Wei Bo twisted his wrist, and there was an old plantain inkstone in his hand, which was famous in the old Zhuying Dynasty, and he put it gently on the desk, "Master Wu is not loyal, I, Wei Bo, are very different. Detour to buy presents."

Wu Yuan leaned over to stare at the lovely and amiable ancient inkstone, stretched out her hand to stroke the texture, and said pleasantly: "Good guy, the first-class plantain inkstone from the bottom of the green flood pit, the key is that our Dali garrison The military commander has previously sealed off this old pit, and dispatched warriors to guard the pit. It is obvious that it will soon become a tribute to our emperor, so the price of the few ancient inkstones in this pit on the market is getting higher and higher. It's frightening, I've been a prefect for a hundred years, and I may not even be able to scrape together the money."

Reluctantly, Wu Yuan withdrew her gaze, looked at the divine man in white, and asked with a smile, "My lord tiger, if you have something to say, just rely on this priceless plantain inkstone, I guarantee that you will know everything you can say."

Wei Bo said, "How about Zhongyue Shanjun Jinqing?"

Dali Xinzhongyue, the mountain lord Jinqing, was once the first mountain god of the Zhuying Dynasty. There is a unique sword washing pool halfway up the mountain. Many sword cultivators come here to sharpen their swords. Jinqing often protects them secretly. , so not only has a very good relationship with the Zhu Ying Dynasty, which has the largest number of sword cultivators in the continent, but also has a close relationship with many Jindan sword cultivators in the continent. Known to the world, Li Tuanjing traveled to the Zhuying Dynasty in his early years, and there were many conflicts, which annoyed the righteous god of Beiyue. There was a dangerous moment. For this reason, Jin Qing did not hesitate to fight against the two colleagues of the northern and southern tigers, and insisted on escorting the then Cai Longmen. Li Tuanjing, who had a high level of cultivation, left the dynasty safely.

Wu Yuan laughed loudly, turned around and took out a stack of papers from the desk, wrote in neat lower script, and handed it to Wei Bo, "It's all written on it."

Wei Bo lowered his head and flipped through the contents of the paper, tsk-tsk said: "Through the journey, the local people said that there is a parent officer in Yuchun County who no one can see. It turns out that Wu Junshou is not idle."

Messy news from hearsay does not mean much, and it is easy to make mistakes.

What Wu Yuan wrote on the paper is a record of the real actions that Zhongyue Zhizishan and Tiger Jinqing have done in history.

Wei Bo carefully browsed what was written on the paper. They were all about which dynasty and reign name Jinqing was in, what he did, one by one, and besides that, there were annotations in ink pen, which wrote about Wu As a bystander, Yuan himself seemed to read the detailed annotations of history books. Wu Yuan also wrote some rumors and deeds that have been circulated among the people, but each of them circled them with the words "miracle" and "weird" at the end.

Wei Bo looked carefully, but quickly, and soon finished reading a large stack of papers, returned them to Wu Yuan, and said with a smile: "I didn't give you a gift in vain."

Standing on tiptoe, Wei Bo glanced at the pile of papers on the table, "Yo, what a coincidence, Mr. Wu has been researching the origins of the many inkstone pits in Yunxing County recently? Why, can't you print a book? Yu Chun The prefect of the county is secretly relying on the special products of Yunxing County to earn his own money, isn't it outrageous?"

Wu Yuan said frankly: "I have nothing to do, and I want to use this small matter as an entry point to see more about the changes in the officialdom of the Zhuying Dynasty. The secret files of the subjugated palace library have long been banned, and the officials have no chance to read them, so I can only find another way." .”

Wei Bo nodded and said appreciatively: "Master Wu is not the new governor of our Longzhou, which makes people sigh."

Wu Yuan smiled and said: "The merits are rewarded and punished, as it should be. I am already very satisfied to be able to keep the official title of the sheriff. I can also not hinder the eyes of some important figures in the court, and not block the way of some people. It is a blessing in disguise. .Hiding here, happy and pure.”

Wei Bo didn't intend to stay long, Wu Yuan said: "This time the tiger leaves the jurisdiction, he must visit Xu Ruo, right? It's best to go to Zhongyue Temple first, and then visit old friends."

Wei Bo nodded and said: "That's the plan. I was retreating in Piyun Mountain earlier, and Mr. Xu helped to guard the border. When I was about to successfully exit the customs, I left quietly and returned to Zishan. Such a heaven It’s not justified if I don’t thank you face to face for the great incense.”

Wu Yuan smiled and said: "Then please trouble Mr. Tiger to leave quickly, and don't delay the officials from admiring the ancient inkstone."

Wei Bo smiled and left, his figure dissipated.

In fact, after Wei Bo left the ferry and appeared in Yunxing County, the towering god statue in the ancestral temple on Zhongyue Mountain opened a pair of golden eyes. , chose to ignore.

When Wei Bo appeared in Yuchun County at the foot of the mountain, Jin Qing strode out of the golden statue. It was a tall and burly man in purple clothes and jade belt. The incense was flourishing on the mountain, but no one could see this picture.

Jin Qing walked among the many faithful men and women in the main hall. After crossing the threshold, she stepped out in one step and came directly to the relatively quiet peak of the second peak of Zhuzi Mountain.

The five mountains, large and small, in all countries in the world are almost never two or three peaks isolated and isolated. They often have a vast territory and stretching mountains. Like this purple mountain, there are eight peaks. The main peak is known as the suzerain of Wanshan in the central territory of the Zhuying Dynasty. , there is a Zhongyue Temple on the top of the mountain, which is a place of worship for emperors and subjects of all dynasties.

The second peak is called Diezhang Peak. There is no Taoist temple building on the top of the mountain. It is the first mountain god palace built in Jinqing. Now there are only a few mountain lady envoys to take care of the house there, and no mountain god sits in it.

At the beginning of the building, Jinqing was not yet the mountain king of the Zhongyue Mountain, but Zizi Mountain was already an ancient Zhongyue Mountain of the Zhuying Dynasty. The famous Prime Minister Zhu Ying, who holds the power of a country, once built a thatched hut on the north side of Diezhang Peak, where he studied and practiced martial arts for many years.

Jin Qing looked indifferent, overlooking the earth, mountains and rivers.

Everything about personnel is fleeting.

Jin Qing's eyes shifted. In the Laojun Cave of Fenglongfeng, the Mohist hero Xu Ruo stayed there alone, saying that he devoted himself to practicing, but in fact, the gods who controlled the mountains and rivers in the purple mountain knew it well. In monitoring Zhongyue. Compared with the fighting on Qishan Mountain in Xindongyue, the monks on both sides were killed and injured, and Zishan Mountain was rarely blood-stained. Jin Qing only knows that Xu Ruo has left the Zhongyue boundary twice. The most recent time was to Piyun Mountain. Guarding the pass for Wei Bo, the first time, there was very little trace. After that, a certain old sword fairy who Jin Qing thought was bound to show up, who can be called the god of the Zhuying Dynasty, has never shown up. Jin Qing is not sure if it is Xu Weak relationship to come to the door.

If Xu Ruo really stopped the old sword fairy.

As a mountain king of Aquarius Continent, Jin Qing would feel better.

Regarding Xu Ruo's level of cultivation, no one can tell, and there is no definite statement. If Ruan Qiong, the sword sect of Longquan, is the most famous monk of the upper five realms in Aquarius Continent, then Xu Ruo is the one who hides the most. The one exposed, the only clue is that Wei Jin of Fengxue Temple challenged Tianjun Xie Shi. Afterwards, there were rumors circulating, saying that Wei Jin might not be able to win because there was someone behind him with a horizontal sword.

Even though Xu Ruo was practicing under Jin Qing's nose, the tiger Jin Qing was still the same as before, like a common man looking at the abyss, bottomless.

Jin Qing glanced at Yuchun County Prefect's Office and sneered.

Not surprisingly, the Beiyue Mountain Monarch had met Wu Yuan, so he was going to thank Feng Longfeng and Xu Ruo first.

If you come to find yourself again, you will need more confidence.

Jin Qing frowned.

The next moment, a white dress fluttered to the ground, appeared on this stacked peak, and walked slowly towards Jinqing. The man smiled and said, "I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Jinshan."

Jin Qing said: "The same is the mountain king, the five mountains are different, so there is no need to be so polite. If you have something to say, you can talk about it, and if you have nothing to do, you will not stay."

Wei Bo nodded, "That's the best. I came to Zishan this time to remind you, Jin Qing, don't be so Zhongyueshanjun, I, Beiyue, are not very happy."

Jin Qing didn't look at the handsome white-clothed god, but just looked into the distance and asked, "So what if you're not happy?"

Wei Bo stretched out his fingers and tapped the golden ring on his ear, and said with a smile, "Then Zhongyue will be closed."

Jin Qing turned her head, "Is there a secret decree from Emperor Dali? Or do you have a decree from the Ministry of Rites?"

Wei Bo nodded: "Of course...

Then shook his head and added: "None."

Jin Qing stretched out a hand and said with a sneer: "Then Wei Shanjun is free?"

Wei Bo was really casual.

Beiyue's luck is like a mountain like a sea, frantically flocking to the middle of a continent, the momentum is like a rainbow, from north to south, mighty and mighty, like a big Li cavalry on the clouds.

Judging by the posture, it is definitely not pretending to scare people.

Jin Qing knew that once the fortunes of the mountains and rivers of the two mountains collided, it would be a huge trouble, so she couldn't help it anymore, and said angrily, "Wei Bo! You can weigh the consequences yourself!"

With his hands behind his back, Wei Bo smiled and said, "We should be called Wei Shanjun respectfully."

Jin Qing stopped talking nonsense, and saw a huge golden statue of a god appeared in Zhongyue Temple, the main peak of Zishan Mountain. He raised his arms high and swept across the sea of ​​clouds, wanting to slap the peak with his palm.

Behind Wei Bo, on the top of the stacked peaks, there is also a majestic golden statue, standing on the top of the mountain, even if it is not on the boundary of his own mountain, Wei Bo's statue is actually 50 zhang taller than the Zhongyue god.

Wei Bo, who manifested with his natal supernatural powers, grabbed the arm of the god of Zhongyue with one hand, and pressed the latter's head with the other, and then stepped out heavily, pushing the golden body of Jin Jin staggering back. , was about to fall back on the Fenglong Peak of Zhuzi Mountain, and would not give up. There was a golden halo hanging behind Wei Bo's huge dharma face.

The two sides are still restrained, the golden body and the law have been turned into emptiness, otherwise the three peaks of Zishan Mountain will be destroyed and countless buildings will be destroyed.

At this moment, an unattractive man walked out of the hut on the side of Laojun's Cave in Fenglongfeng. He seemed a little helpless with the strange posture of the horizontal sword behind him. He shook his head, reached out to hold the hilt of the sword behind him, and gently pulled it out. The sword is a few inches out of its sheath.

In an instant, there was a mountain range between the two golden bodies of mountain gods.

He persuaded: "The two tigers really don't like each other, let's choose a gentle way of fighting, otherwise they will roll up their sleeves and fight, which will insult the dignity, and teach the two tigers of Qishan and Ganzhoushan to read jokes. I, Xu Ruo, also have the suspicion of not doing enough to protect the mountain."

Jin Qing's face was gloomy, and he removed the golden body.

Wei Bo also put away the majestic god.

However, the trend of Beiyue's luck going south to "hit the mountain" remains unabated.

Jin Qing asked: "Wei Bo, I advise you to stop in moderation!"

However, Wei Bo said: "Jin Qing, if you still act according to your old thoughts, you will not be able to keep the peace of the old mountains and rivers. The Dali court is not stupid, and it is very clear that you, Jin Qing, have never really returned to your heart. If you don't understand this At one point, I'll just help Da Li change to a tiger, anyway, I think you really don't like it. Xu Ruo made a move to stop him once, and he has done his best to you."

Jin Qing turned his head and looked to the north. At the border between the two mountains, there was already a phenomenon of wind and rain.

Jin Qing said dejectedly: "Tell me, what should Zhongyue do, so that you are willing to withdraw Fengshui from Beiyue."

Wei Bo laughed and said, "You don't even pay respect to Beiyue, are you really loyal to the Dali court? Are you a three-year-old in the Dali court? Do you want me to teach you how to do it? Carry heavy gifts , go to Piyun Mountain to bow your head and admit your mistakes, and come to the door to make amends!"

Xu Ruo rubbed his forehead and went back to the hut. Knowing this kind of friend, he was really unkind.

Jin Qing wondered: "That's all?"

Wei Bo asked back: "Otherwise? Besides, you have already reached the Beiyue boundary, how many steps can you walk away from the Dali capital? Lift your feet, won't you be there? As long as the Zhongyue boundary does not mess up, the Dali court is not crazy. Are you going to kill here? You don’t know for sure. Your seemingly vague gesture of loyalty and righteousness will make many survivors of the subjugated country feel lucky. They hope that their generosity to die will make you wake up. Finally rose up together with them? If you Jinqing really think so, you are considered a man, if you don't want to do this, you are willing to bear the infamy, and you want to protect the safety of the people, why are you hypocritical?"

Jin Qing was speechless.

Wei Bo said: "Go back to Piyun Mountain, don't forget the gift, the gift is important, and the affection is important."

After finishing speaking, Wei Bo left Diezhang Peak and went to the hut outside Laojun's cave in Fenglong Peak.

Xu Ruo stood at the door, folded his arms, leaned against the door, and said angrily, "Wei Dashanjun, is this how you want to repay me? Why do you make such a fuss without saying anything?"

Wei Bo stomped his feet and lamented, "It's really a great kindness without reward!"

Xu Ruo stretched out his hands and rubbed his cheeks vigorously, "Being a tiger is the only one of the gods of mountains and rivers in the world."

Wei Bo looked bitterly and said: "It's not that the horse is thin and has long hair, and the man is poor and short-sighted."

Xu Ruo smiled, stretched out his hand and pointed casually, "Disappear for me, silly."

Wei Bo smiled and said, "Decree!"

gone.

Xu Ruo thought for a while, Yufeng went to Diezhang Peak, and Tiger Jinqing stood where he was, with a dignified expression.

Xu Wei didn't say anything.

Jin Qing suddenly said: "The sun is exposed to the sun, tens of thousands of people cross the mountain, thousands of people carry the rope, and a hundred men transport the catty, and let it go down the bonfire to get out of Sizhen."

Xu Ruo knew what this tiger was talking about. It was about the history of the Zhuying Dynasty's history of digging mountains to fetch water for the sake of fame.

And this Jin Qing happened to be a quarryman before he was alive. Some say that he accidentally drowned and died, and some say that he was whipped and killed by the prison officer. , Shelter the mountains and rivers. In the end, the old tiger of Zishan valued his temperament, and was promoted step by step to the mountain god of Diezhangfeng.

Xu Ruo said slowly: "There is no monarch with clean hands in the world. It would be unfair to weigh the gains and losses of an emperor with pure benevolence, righteousness and morality. Regarding the life of the common people and the well-being of the people, we all Each has its own ruler, and there will be considerable discrepancies. As a god, you, Jin Qing, have a human conscience that has never been wiped out. I see it in my eyes and respect it very much."

Xu Ruo smiled and said: "It's just that the world is complicated, and it is inevitable that you will always go against your will. I don't advise you to do something. Whether you agree to Wei Bo or refuse the kindness, you are worthy of the status of Zishan tiger. If you want, I will almost Then you can leave this place. If you don’t want to make such compromises, I am willing to hand out a complete sword with my own hands to completely shatter your golden body, and I will never let others humiliate you Jinqing and Zhizishan.”

Jin Qing turned her head and said with a smile: "You, Xu Ruo, unsheathed your sword completely, is it very powerful?"

Xu Ruo nodded and said, "The sword has been raised for many years, and it has great killing power."

Jin Qing smiled, "Then let someone else learn this sword, I can't stand Zi Shanxiao."

Xu Ruo hesitated for a moment, and reminded: "When visiting Piyun Mountain, the gift should not be too heavy."

Jin Qing scolded with a smile: "It turns out it's the same thing!"

Xu Ruo clasped his fists and said with a smile, "I've been bothering you for a long time. When you arrive in the capital, remember to say hello. I'll treat the tiger to a drink."

Jin Qing nodded, and then asked: "Mr. Xu originally wanted me to control Zishan on purpose?"

Xu Ruo stopped, and said calmly: "You and I are here to reduce deaths after all. But if you want to ask why our Mo family chose Dali to make so many people die in Aquarius Island, I can't give you the answer for the time being." , but please wait and see."

Jin Qing had no words.

Xu Ruo didn't return to Fenglong Peak, so he left Zhuzi Mountain and went to Dali Capital in the north with Yufeng.

He doesn't like Edgeworth.

Because Xu Ruo always felt that swords and sword repairers should be equal.

The Yupu Realm Sword Immortal of the Zhuying Dynasty who had been in seclusion for many years tried to assassinate Cao Ping, the new hunting envoy of Dali, but he died before he left.

In fact, the other party didn't have to die, Xu Ruo just seriously injured the other party.

The late old man who has been closed for a hundred years but has never been able to break through is unwilling to become a prisoner until his death, let alone join the enemy Song, so after breaking the sword, there is no chance of winning, so he just waits for death, and even said with a smile that this plan From the beginning, he knew that he must die, and it was not too bad to be able to die at the hands of Xu Ruo, the number one Mohist swordsman.

Xu Ruo made an exception and said one thing.

In the land of one continent, the emperors, generals, princes, officials, traffickers and pawns at the foot of the mountain will all die, and there will be no more smoke at the foot of the mountain.

When the old man heard about it, he felt nothing but regret before he died.

Pei Qian sat on the bench and looked around. The small houses and courtyards were all the same, almost giving Pei Qian the illusion that he and Cao Qinglang were still the same as before, and he was just asked by his master to go to the well to carry a bucket of water , and then went out and came back by himself, and saw Cao Qinglang, that's all.

The Spring Festival couplets pasted on the gate of the courtyard, when she was waiting for Cao Qinglang outside, she read them a hundred times. The handwriting was good, but not so good that she felt ashamed of herself.

Cao Qinglang looked at this dark girl, and actually had a lot of questions to ask her. Why did she not grow much taller after being outside for so many years? I just carried the bamboo box on my back and hung the bamboo knife and bamboo sword. How was Mr. Chen doing during his study tour there?

Pei Qian picked up the bamboo box and put it behind him, put the walking stick across his knees, sat upright, looked straight ahead, did not look at Cao Qinglang, and said straight to the point: "Do you know that back then, my master actually wanted to take you away from the lotus root?" Hua Fudi is not willing to take me away at all."

Cao Qinglang hesitated for a moment, and instead of answering in a hurry, she asked back with a smile, "Mr. Chen accepted you as a disciple?"

Pei Qian's eyes were shining like the sun and the moon, he nodded and said in a deep voice: "Yes! I have traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers with Master, and Master has not left me behind!"

Cao Qinglang lightly clenched his fists with his hands, put them on his knees, and smiled softly, "Although it's a pity that Mr. Chen didn't take me away from here, I think it's a wonderful thing for you to travel thousands of miles with Mr. Chen. I envy you very much." .”

Pei Qian was silent.

Cao Qinglang turned her head and asked, "Now that Mr. Chen asks you to carry water, will you carry the bucket and sprinkle water to clean the streets and alleys at the same time?"

Pei Qian turned her head suddenly, and was about to get annoyed when she saw the smile in Cao Qinglang's eyes, she felt as if she had a good body of martial arts, her fists weighed a hundred catties, but facing a ball of cotton, she couldn't use her strength, With a cold snort, he folded his arms around his chest and said, "You idiot, you don't know what to do. Now I have learned thousands of skills from my master, and I am never lazy. I copy books and read every day, and I also practice martial arts and boxing. If not, it will be the same."

Cao Qinglang pretended to be stunned, "That's it."

Pei Qian was a little aggrieved. After all these years, Cao Qinglang was still not pleasing to the eye, and compared to the timid and timid gourd back then, he seemed more courageous.

Pei Qian's eyes lit up, and he asked, "Iron flowers embroidered on rock walls, murderous and silent on frog striders, have you heard this line of poetry?"

Cao Qinglang shook her head.

He is now half a cultivator, even if he can see ten lines at a glance, he can never forget, and he likes to read since he was a child. As time goes by, his master Zhongqiu is willing to lend books to himself. Before this world was divided, Lu The husband would often send him books from other places, not because Cao Qinglang boasted, but he already read quite a lot.

Pei Qian asked again: "Do you know how to write that strider character?"

Cao Qinglang smiled and stretched out a finger, wrote the character strider in the air, and said eloquently, "Confucian classics record that in the mid-autumn moon, the cold air is strong and the yang energy is declining, so it is called murderous air. Frog strider is the sound of frogs. The sages have a saying of "palm to frog strider". I also heard a gentleman say with a smile, "Poetry" talks about literature, and he likes to seek his ancestors from the heroic Suzi and the soft Liuzi. At that time, the gentleman used Folding fans, clapping hands, and laughing loudly, "My laughter is like a frog strider making noise, and Xiaosheng parrot learning his tongue."

Pei Qian remained calm and said with a straight face: "So you know it too."

The essence of this language lies in the word "also".

Of course, Cao Qinglang didn't mean to show off his mixed knowledge. He just wanted to know what kind of person Pei Qian is today. It's a little strange. Pei Qian seems to have changed a lot, but a lot hasn't changed.

Pei Qian said suddenly: "The last time we met, I actually wanted to beat you to death, because I was afraid that you would take away my master. Master has always missed you very much, not the kind that is put on the lips, except for drinking. Master will talk a little more about his thoughts, more often, Master just looks into the distance occasionally, in a daze, at that moment, Master's eyes will whisper, so I know, Master misses you very much, and I always hope Take it with you so that you will not stay alone in Ouhua Paradise, fearing that you will suffer."

Pei Qian hesitated for a moment, grabbed the trekking stick with both hands, his knuckles turned white, and the veins on the back of his hands were exposed, and said slowly, "I'm sorry!"

Cao Qinglang nodded lightly, "I accept your apology, because it's really wrong for you to think that way. But you have such an idea, you can stop it, keep your heart, and you didn't do it in the end, I think it's very good. So In fact, you don't have to worry that I will take your master away. Since Mr. Chen has accepted you as a disciple, if one day you don't even have this kind of thought, let alone me, Cao Qinglang, I guess no one in the world will be able to take it away. Let's go, Mr. Chen."

Pei Qian said loudly: "It's a great disciple of Kaishan, not an ordinary disciple!"

Cao Qinglang said helplessly: "It's good, it's great, it's great."

Pei Qian squinted at him, and said slowly: "Men Hulu, are you really not angry?"

Cao Qinglang propped up her elbows slightly, looked at Pei Qian, and made an angry look, like a door god on the gate of a small house looking at the world with wide eyes, "I'm very angry!"

Pei Qian twitched the corners of his mouth, "Childish or not."

Cao Qinglang asked, "You came to Nanyuan Kingdom alone this time? Mr. Chen didn't come?"

Pei Qian shook his head and said sullenly: "I came to Nanyuan Kingdom with an old man who taught me boxing. We walked a long way before we came here."

Cao Qinglang asked curiously, "Where is the old gentleman?"

Pei Qian turned his head, stared blankly in the direction of Xinxiang Temple, and did not speak.

After a while.

Cao Qinglang was a little startled.

I saw that Pei Qian, who had a slightly higher head and a little less black charcoal, opened his mouth and didn't cry, but had a lot of tears and snot in his nose.

In an instant, Pei Qian stood up, the movement was too hasty, and she flicked away the trekking stick lying across her knees, but she didn't care, and then the ground in the small courtyard shook, and Pei Qian's figure disappeared instantly.

Cao Qinglang couldn't worry about her, so she floated up like a bird, wearing a green shirt with fluttering sleeves, and followed the thin figure in front of her from afar on the ridge of the roof.

Pei Qian fell outside the corridor of Xinxiang Temple, looked at the old man with closed eyes, and said angrily: "Old man, don't sleep!"

Pei Qian stamped his foot on the ground, retreated with one foot, opened a simple and thick boxing frame, and cried, "Grandpa Cui, get up and punch!"

Cao Qinglang stood behind Pei Qian, when a middle-aged monk rushed over, Cao Qinglang clasped his hands together and apologized.

The abbot and monk of Xinxiang Temple nodded lightly, bowed his head and put his palms together, the Buddha sang, and left slowly.

Pei Qian kept that fist fight for a long time.

Cao Qinglang walked to Pei Qian's side, stretched out her hand and lightly pressed Pei Qian's fist, "The old man has already left."

Cao Qinglang realized that she couldn't press down on the fist, so Pei Qian said to herself, "Grandpa Cui, don't sleep, let's go home together! This is not home, our home is in Lupo Mountain!"

Cao Qinglang had already noticed something strange about Pei Qian, so she could only press Pei Qian's fist heavily with one hand, and shouted softly, "Pei Qian!"

Pei Qian's body was full of natural fists, like coals burning Cao Qinglang's palms, Cao Qinglang's expression did not change at all, his feet moved like a fairy stepping on a gangster step, his cuffs were filled with breeze, and he pinched the sword formula with one hand behind him. , unexpectedly forced Pei Qian's fist down by more than an inch, Cao Qinglang said in a deep voice: "Pei Qian, do you still want the old man to walk unsteadily, don't worry?!"

Cao Qinglang interrupted the turbulent punch like a waterfall, Pei Qian seemed to be a little more awake, squatted down, hugged his head and cried, his eyes were always fixed on the old man in green shirt sitting in the corridor.

In the next moment, the old man in green shirt who was in deep sleep when death was life, seemed to be drawn by Pei Qian's previous god-man beating drum-like fist, and the dead man's silent fist was alive.

From Cui Cheng's hands lightly folded in front of him, two clusters of bright rays of light appeared like the sun and the moon hanging in the air. All the fists of a martial artist at the top of the ten realms, from the withered and decayed body, from the Baike Qi Palace, Rapidly rushing into the two balls of light, Cao Qinglang was dazzled by the light, so he had to close his eyes. Not only that, Cao Qinglang was forced by the fist that was about to topple like a mountain, so Cao Qinglang didn't want to retreat, so he could only slide backwards. , In the end, his back was against the wall, unable to move, and the aura from his cultivation could not be condensed at all.

But that vigorous fist that seems like the world dare not restrain it has no effect on Pei Qian.

Pei Qian made fists with both hands, stood up, a bead hovered in front of her, and finally lingered around Pei Qian, circulating slowly.

Another bead shot straight into the sky, collided with the sky, and shattered suddenly, like a drizzle of martial arts under the lotus root.

For this half of martial arts, it was supposed that Zhu Lian followed the old and the young into this brand new lotus root paradise. After the death of the old man, Zhu Lian was a martial artist who traveled far away. There are a lot of hands that can be obtained, but Zhu Lian refuses.

Pei Qian didn't dare to catch the martial arts bead specially left for her by the old man.

What if Grandpa Cui is not dead? If he accepts this gift, Grandpa Cui will really die.

Why did life and death have to be parted when I was young, and it's so hard when I grow up.

Cao Qinglang looked at the back, and said softly: "Whenever you feel uncomfortable, don't lie to yourself. If you leave, you just leave. All we can do is to make our lives better."

With his back to Cao Qinglang, Pei Qian nodded slightly, and stretched out his hand tremblingly, holding the martial arts bead.

Pei Qian turned to look at Cao Qinglang, and said, "Grandpa Cui actually has a lot to say, and he didn't have time to tell Master."

In the small temple, the melodious evening drum sounded.