Sword of Coming

Liu Xianyang really just went back to his hometown to take a look. After reading it, he took the dragon boat ferry named "Fanmo" on Luopo Mountain. It couldn't go directly to the old Dragon City. Transit at the Xianjia Ferry and go south along the Dragon Road.

All the direct monks of the Patriarch Hall on Zhuchai Island have already moved from Shujian Lake to the back of the fish, and they are considered to be the first fairy family to form an alliance with Luopo Mountain.

In the past, His Royal Highness the eldest princess who listened to the government behind the curtain, and now the island owner Liu Chongrun, personally served as the ferry steward temporarily. It is hard to be reassuring about a ferry without an earth immortal cultivator sitting on it.

Ruan Xiu sees Liu Xianyang off at Niujiaoshan Ferry.

The dragon boat is huge, and it is itself a mountain of gold and silver. Liu Xianyang was deeply moved when he saw it. In the early years, the three of them wanted to make money the most. It was actually not Gu Can, but Chen Pingan. However, unlike Gu Can who wants to make money and thinks about how to spend it early, Chen Ping'an is afraid of poverty. Only by earning money every day, no matter how much, even if his family is only one copper coin more than yesterday, can he make money. Uneasy days become stable, and stable days become more stable.

This time when he returned to his hometown, Liu Xianyang mostly went from door to door, chatting with those old neighbors who stayed in the small town. , each have their own marriages, and they may not know each other when they meet Liu Xianyang. Those people of the same age in the past are busy doing business in Zhoucheng, so there are not many opportunities for Liu Xianyang to really talk to people, and they are destined to be in the future. will become less and less.

Chatting with the elderly now, Xinghua Lane has become Ma Kuxuan, a fairy on the mountain; Dong Shuijing, who is doing big business with the gentlemen, is the most talked-about person in the town.

Moreover, these old people who have survived the hard days seem to like to praise the feng shui of Xinghua Lane and Niping Lane, saying that they are no worse than that of Fulu Street and Taoye Lane.

Liu Xianyang likes to listen to the old people talking about these parents' shortcomings, especially some old people who were not familiar with Niping Lane earlier. When talking about Chen Ping'an, it seems that he is his own junior who grew up watching him every day. Liu Xianyang is very happy to hear it. Indeed, in terms of dealing with people, especially dealing with elders, Chen Pingan has been good at dealing with people since he was a child. He usually doesn't talk much, but when he meets people on the road, he will take the initiative to greet them, and he will never mess up his seniority, even if the other party ignores them and squints. No, the next time we meet, the boy from Mud Ping Lane will still address him politely.

Some people get rich and become rich suddenly because of good luck, and they cannot be envied. But some things are achieved by accumulating bits and pieces over time. It seems that you can learn casually, but it seems that you can't learn it.

Liu Xianyang waited for the dragon boat ferry to land, and still needed to unload and load the cargo. Now the sale of dragon boats is related to the Pimazong and Chunlupu in Beiju Luzhou. This is something that many people in small towns can't imagine.

Liu Xianyang suddenly asked with a smile: "That kid named Xie Ling on the mountain looks quite strange."

There is something in the words, which has always been a small town custom.

Ruan Xiu hummed and said, "It's just a child."

Liu Xianyang gloated a little.

Ruan Xiu said, "You can't control Gu Can."

Liu Xianyang nodded and said: "If he dies, I will beat him up. If Gu Can doesn't fight back, he can't change the fundamental disposition of the little slug. I knew this a long time ago, so I didn't think about how to deal with him. This little The bastard finally has some conscience left, and knows who is really good to him."

Ruan Xiu and Liu Xianyang are old acquaintances. Liu Xianyang actually entered the sword-making shop by the Longxu River earlier than Chen Ping'an, and served as an apprentice, not a day laborer like Chen Ping's later. Whether it is firing porcelain or casting swords and iron, it seems that Liu Xianyang is quicker than Chen Ping'an to do as the Romans do. Liu Xianyang is like paving the way, he has a way to go, he likes to pull Chen Pingan behind him.

On the road of life, many people want their friends to live well, but they may not want their friends to live better than themselves, especially if they are too good.

This is not the case for Liu Xianyang, nor is it for Chen Pingan. This is probably why two people with very different personalities can become true friends, and after the life-shaking changes of both parties, they are even more friends.

Ruan Xiu held the embroidered handkerchief in one hand, twisted a piece of peach blossom cake, and asked, "Did you go to Niping Lane to say hello to her, and chat for a while?"

Liu Xianyang said with emotion: "The admiration I had when I was young was so sweet, but when I look back, it is a beautiful memory."

When Liu Xianyang finished expressing his emotions, Ruan Xiu had already finished eating a piece of pastry, and picked up another piece of almond cake, and said, "What did you talk about with my father, my father seems very happy."

Liu Xianyang laughed and said: "Master Ruan drinks, I scold Chen Pingan."

Ruan Xiu snorted.

Liu Xianyang is not a liar, but there is still a serious matter that cannot be discussed with Ruan Xiu. Chen Chun'an went to sea that year, and after returning, he found Liu Xianyang and asked him to go back to his hometown and help send a message to the Dali Song family of Baopingzhou. Liu Xianyang felt that it was more appropriate for Ruan Qiong, the chief priest of Dali and his future master, to break up with the young emperor. That incident was not a small one, it was about the Confucian Chen family supporting the Da Sui Shanya Academy and returning to the list of the Seventy-two Academy, but the Linlu Academy built by Dali on Piyun Mountain, the Confucian Chen family was not familiar with it , I won’t say one more word on the Confucian Temple.

Liu Xianyang was a little puzzled at the time, so he asked frankly, why did the Confucian Chen family of the sub-sage lineage do this, and wouldn't he worry about criticism from within the sub-sage lineage?

Liu Xianyang's hidden worries are not unreasonable. A deputy leader of the Zhongtu Confucian Temple is comparable to Chen Chun'an in terms of realm and seniority. The pillar of the holy lineage, but Chen Chun'an still has a lot of constraints in his words and deeds in the context of the sub-sage lineage.

Chen Chun'an seemed to be in a good mood at the time, and told Liu Xianyang that this was a scholar's business between himself and Chen Ping'an, if Chen Ping'an only relied on his status as a closed disciple of the literary sage, and dared to talk nonsense to Chen Chun'an like this, it would be a bit bad . Finally, at the foot of the rocky cliff with the surging river, Chen Chun'an patted Liu Xianyang on the shoulder. The old man and the young man said something new, saying that we scholars should not be ashamed to talk about interests. Pragmatism must be solid, and scholars must go out of their studies, walk beside ordinary people, and talk about things that people who have never read books can understand.

At that time, Liu Xianyang blurted out a sentence, saying that our fellow scholars should not just be scholars.

The old man was very relieved, stroked his beard and smiled, saying that our mellow and Confucian Chen family style of study is quite good.

Ruan Xiu suddenly said: "I said I don't worry about it too much, so why not take the underground river? It's not like there are no ferry boats going directly to the old dragon city."

Liu Xianyang rubbed his cheeks with his hands, and said: "The town was so big back then. The pretty girl in Taoye Lane, Fulu Street, didn't dare to think about it. She was different. She was Chen Ping's neighbor, and she lived in Niying. Lane, even worse than my ancestral house, she is still the maidservant of Song Qianchai, who carries water and cooks every day, so she feels that she is worthy of her no matter what, if you really say how much you like her, well, yes, or I like it very much, but it’s not up to the point of being sleepy and thinking about clothes, scratching my heart and scratching my liver, everything is up to fate, so what if we’re together or not.”

Ruan Xiu asked: "What kind of place is the Sword Qi Great Wall?"

Liu Xianyang thought for a while, "It's a place with few things but a lot of swordsmen. Cultivation, life and death, on the side of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, it doesn't seem to be a big deal. So there are many drunkards, and swordsmanship After all, both Xiu and Sword Immortal like to drink. It can even be said that, in my impression, the Great Wall of Sword Qi is the place outside my hometown, where an expert is least likely to be an expert."

Ruan Xiu nodded.

Liu Xianyang looked awkward, hesitated for a long time, and finally couldn't help but said: "Ruan Xiu, I have known you for a long time, right? Our relationship is also very good, right? It's just that I have some things to say, I really don't have much to say, Chen Pingan , you, are all my friends, so I can only try not to say words that you might want to hear more about a certain matter."

Ruan Xiu raised her head, looked at Liu Xianyang, and shook her head, "I don't want to hear the words you think I want to hear, such as Ruan Xiu is better than Ning Yao, you and I are better friends than Ning Yao."

Liu Xianyang felt relieved and laughed, "Miss Ruan is Miss Ruan after all."

Ruan Xiu said: "I just asked this question. Apart from being curious about what the Great Wall of Sword Qi looks like now, I also want to know how he is doing there. If Ning Yao is there, he is doing well. , I am friends with him, of course I will be very happy."

Just as Liu Xianyang was about to follow Ruan Xiu's words and say a few more words about how that boy Chen Pingan was like a fish in water at the Great Wall of Sword Qi, Liu Xianyang stopped suddenly and silently warned himself not to talk too much.

In a few years, when Liu Xianyang returns to his hometown next time, he will become the direct descendant of the Longquan Sword Sect's patriarch hall. Regarding this matter, after Liu Xianyang climbed the mountain, Ruan Qiong, the direct descendants and the registered disciples all explained it clearly, but Liu Xianyang was the patriarch. Ruan Qiong didn't say, and Liu Xianyang didn't ask, whether the ranking on the hall genealogy was after Dong Gu, the founder of the mountain, or directly after Xie Ling. Everyone in the family is familiar with the temper of the suzerain, as long as they practice swords with sincerity, there are not many taboos, and there are many speculations about Liu Xianyang's cultivation realm. After all, there are not many Confucian disciples who are serious about the Eight Classics of swordsmanship.

Ruan Xiu asked curiously: "Why do you still want to come back here and practice swordsmanship in Longquan Sword Sect? Actually, my father can't teach you anything."

Liu Xianyang said helplessly: "Chen Ping'an is too good at taking care of others, but not so good at taking care of himself. I'm far away, don't worry."

"'I'm worried about Chen Ping'an."

Ruan Xiu whispered Liu Xianyang's heartfelt words, she laughed, put away the embroidered handkerchief and put it in her sleeve, with fingers stained with pastry crumbs, she gently twisted the corner of the cuff, "Liu Xianyang, not everyone has Those who are qualified to say such things may have been okay before, but it will be very difficult in the future."

Liu Xianyang laughed and said, "I don't trust Chen Pingan."

Ruan Xiu smiled and narrowed her eyes, pretending to be stupid.

Old Dragon City vassal mansion, study.

On the book case are some orthodox history books of different dynasties, anthologies of literary giants' poems, calligraphy and painting albums, and none of the fairy household items are placed as decorations.

There are four screens behind the book case, one is the old map of Dali, the other is the map of Aquarius Island, and the other two are the distribution maps of the immortal sects in Tongyezhou and Beiju Luzhou respectively.

Song Jixin, who had just returned from his hometown in the north to the feudal land in the south, sat alone in the study, moved his chair, and sat facing the four screens.

Song Jixin wrapped his hands around a small and exquisite heart-nourishing pot, and gently rotated it. The name of the small pot was "Mandrill".

Song Jixin gently twisted the small pot in his hand, this thing was lost and recovered, it was considered to be returned to the original owner, but the method was not honorable, but Song Jixin didn't care what Fu Nanhua would think at all.

When Fu Nanhua entered the Lizhu Cave, he bought this small pot from Song Jixin with a bag of gold fine copper coins and an old dragon cloth rain pendant. I found a big flaw in this matter. Unlike many magic treasures on the mountain, they have no rank, but they are useless to the earth immortal monks. This Yangxin Lake is a rare magic weapon with a very high rank, and it is most suitable for the cultivation of earth immortals. Dao Xin, Moisturizing Qi Mansion, not only that, there is a small hole in the pot, it is still a square inch, so after Fu Nanhua got it, he asked an expert to inspect it, he was overjoyed, and cherished it very much.

Yesterday when Fu Nanhua was "reminiscing about old times" with the young vassal king, Song Jixin mentioned this small pot, and today Fu Nanhua asked someone to send it to him.

Song Jixin did not really covet a heart-nurturing pot, but this trip back to his hometown made the young vassal king, who had always seemed to be diligent in his administration, but actually just getting along, change from a mud bottle lane Song Dynasty who did not seek merit but sought no faults. Ji Xin unknowingly raised his spirits and finally began to regard himself as "Song Mu", the king of the Great Li vassal. Then this small pot fell into his hands again. Song Ji Xin let go of his hand and weighed it gently. This is Yamashita weight of power.

Since ancient times, the immortal family has despised princes.

But today's Great Li Dynasty is different. It has already suppressed, constrained, and intimidated all the mountain forces in a continent until they could hardly breathe. You are the Shen Gao Sect and the Zhenjing Sect, who are both sects with the prefix "Zong" and have great backers in other continents. So what if he is such a giant, when he comes to the small court meeting in the royal study room of Emperor Da Li "Song He", he still has to treat himself as a half-courtier. He needs to act according to people's faces, sit down obediently, and get up obediently.

Song Jixin tossed the priceless pot casually and caught it with both hands.

There were two secret files on the table behind him, both of which were information collected by Song Jixin when he asked Tongren to hold the terrace. Song Jixin could not trust the Green Wave Pavilion spies at all, because the earliest owner of Green Wave Pavilion was, after all, the Empress of Great Li. Today's Queen Mother is Song Jixin's biological mother. Although Green Wave Pavilion and the cattle and horse stalls now belong to the Imperial Master, Song Jixin knows very well that many old people in Green Wave Pavilion who have not been eliminated know that Any fool knows how to choose between the emperor Song He and the Queen Mother, and the weak and powerful vassal king Song Mu.

But Peng Terrace is the unique intelligence agency of the Dali military. It will only take orders from the emperor's uncle Song Changjing. Until now, even the national advisor Cui Yi will not intervene.

Song Jixin turned his head and glanced at the two files. One was the list of monks in the five realms on Luzhou, Beiju, which was very detailed, and the other was the file about "Young Cui Dongshan", which was very brief.

The Fire Dragon Master from Paidi Peak, Li Yu from the Taixia lineage has passed away, pointing to Xuanfeng Yuan Lingdian, and the Baiyun Taoshan Lineage. Fortunately, one of them is only in the Nascent Soul realm, otherwise the Fire Dragon Lineage would be really terrible. up.

Thank you, Heavenly King.

The Pima Sect of Bone Beach has Zhu Quan, the sect leader, and two old masters.

Guan Guan City in Ghost Valley, Gaocheng.

There are Taoist temples and temples in the peach forest, which are hidden and hidden. The specific details are unknown for the time being.

Duckweed Sword Lake, the female sword fairy Li Cai. Already traveled to the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Taihui Sword Sect, the leader Han Huaizi, the ancestor Huang Tong, and the new Jade Pure Realm swordsman Liu Jinglong. Han Huaizi has also been on the Sword Qi Great Wall for many years.

Bai Shang, the best swordsman in the North, is Xu Xuan's mentor.

Ji Yue from Yuanwei Mountain died in battle and exchanged lives with Gu You, a ten-level warrior. This was a great loss to the entire Beiju Luzhou.

Shuilong Sect, Northern Sect Sun Jie, Southern Sect Shao Jingzhi.

Suzerain of Qionglin Sect.

Dayuan Dynasty Chongxuan Department Yunxiao Palace, the head of the Yang family.

Qingliang Zong congratulates Xiaoliang.

Huang Juran is a wild cultivator in the Immortal Realm who does not know his life or death for the time being.

In addition, there are many existences similar to those of Taolin Taoist temples and temples, as well as those few masters who are living quietly in seclusion. It is difficult for the spies of the Great Li Dynasty to truly penetrate into the hinterland of Luzhou in Beiju to explore those long-lasting secrets. the truth. There are also some secret histories, which are the journeys of all living and dead sword immortals on the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

As for Cui Dongshan, he only gave him a blank piece of paper.

However, there are two pieces of paper that were transferred from the Ministry of Justice to the study here. One of them briefly explains where this person has appeared, stayed, and behaved. He spent the most time studying in the academy and first appeared in the Lizhu Cave Heaven that has not yet broken to the ground. After that, Yu Lu, the young prince of the Lu family, and the girl who changed her name to Xie were taken together to the Great Sui Academy. There, there was a conflict with the Gao family in the Great Sui Dynasty when they worshiped Cai Jingshen, and an extremely brilliant magic weapon was cast in the capital. Heavy Rain, later together with Ruan Xiu, hunted down a Nascent Soul Bottleneck Sword Cultivator from the Zhu Ying Dynasty, and successfully killed him on the border of the Zhu Ying Dynasty.

The concluding sentence on the first page of the Ministry of Punishment file is that this person breaks through situations very quickly, has many magic weapons, and has a very strange temperament.

The second page of paper is densely packed with introductions to those magic weapons.

Song Jixin withdrew his gaze, turned around and continued to stare at the four screens. Nowadays, the monks on the mountain who came in and out of the feudal prince's residence were a mixed bag, with many hidden identities. If the other party didn't take the initiative to tell them, Song Jixin wouldn't have guessed even if he broke his head. Ye Zong, who had been lurking in Aquarius Continent for many years, secretly enshrined in the Ancestral Hall, and the business manager of Qiong Lin Sect in Beiju Luzhou in Aquarius Continent.

Song Jixin was like a fool at first, and could only say some decent words as much as possible. But after reviewing the review, Song Jixin suddenly discovered that the words he thought were appropriate were actually the most inappropriate ones, and would probably make many people hesitate to reveal their identities. A worldly master, he felt that chatting with himself, a young vassal king, was simply playing the piano to an ox.

Because Song Jixin has never figured out what he wants.

Change back to Song He's real name? Competing with your brother for the throne? Song Jixin was not interested, or Song Jixin was afraid of making the same mistake again, but anyone who had read a few history books knew that many people would die if the brothers of the emperor's family fought against each other. Whether it is the present day or the empress dowager, they are all his close relatives after all. Song Jixin found that his life seemed to have been so sloppy. It was difficult to love anyone purely, and it was difficult to hate anyone completely. In the end, he had to pay off his debts one by one, including the supervisor Song Yuzhang, his neighbor Chen Pingan, the maid Zhigui...

It can't go on like this.

Song Jixin clenched the heart-nourishing pot in his hand and stood up suddenly.

Zhigui stood quietly at the door of the study for a long time, and then he said: "Master, there is someone who has been asking to see you. I have been waiting for a long time. She is the legitimate daughter of the Yunlin Jiang family and the nominal wife of Fu Nanhua. Well, that woman looks a little... Wealthy. It's just a master who has used his tricks to cover his eyes, and his real appearance is not bad."

Song Jixin walked towards the door with a smile.

When walking side by side with her, Song Jixin asked softly: "Snake gallstone, gold fine copper coin, how much do you need?"

Zhigui's eyes lit up and he said with a smile: "Master, of course it is the same as in the early years. The more the merrier, but now the court controls these materials very strictly, and they will not be taken out casually from the imperial treasury in the capital."

Song Jixin smiled and said: "Don't worry, it's a small matter for any reason. I can make a deal with Nanyue Mountain Lord, use Fan Junmao as a cover, and try to intercept half of it and give it to you."

Zhigui seemed to be surprised, and secretly glanced at Song Jixin, the young master is a little different now.

She continued to wander her eyes, but she didn't reveal the secret.

There are only a handful of people in Aquarius Continent who can make her feel jealous, and there happens to be one there, and she is the one she is least willing to provoke.

After Song Jixin left the study.

A young boy in white circled around from behind the four screens, and squatting in the corner was a dull child who didn't need to breathe from head to toe.

Cui Dongshan held a folding fan in one hand, tapped his back gently, flipped his wrist with the other hand, turned out a writing brush, and drew circles on a screen. On it, he helped write more about the heritage of Beiju Luzhou and the monks in the upper five realms. name, then lay down on the table, flipping through the three pages about himself, first on the two pages of the Ministry of Punishment file, on the many unknown magic weapon entries, one by one, and finally on the blank page of the cattle and horse stalls Above, write down a sentence Cui Chan is an old bastard, ask him if you don't believe me.

After I finished writing, I was quite satisfied.

He beckoned to let brother Gao come to him, Cui Dongshan bent down, and drew a brush on the child's face.

Then without raising his head, he smiled and said, "Ma Kuxuan, it's good to enjoy being unruly. One day, you will suffer a lot."

Ma Kuxuan appeared and leaned against the door of the study, "How much suffering? Death and destruction? Cause and effect entanglement? Sir, it's fine if others don't know. Frogs at the bottom of a well are clustered in shallow water. But how could you not be clear about it? , I’m not afraid of this the least?”

Cui Dongshan still painted a turtle on Gao Laodi's face, "On the way here, I saw a righteous scholar who had some ability to treat people's hearts and general trends. Faced with the swords and guns of a group of Li cavalry, he pretended to be generous and died. , I was willing to die for my country, and I almost defrauded him of a good reputation. I had the sword sheathed, and smashed one of the scholar's fingers with the handle, and only said to the official A few words, life in this world is not just about life and death. Between life and death, there are many disasters. As long as you can survive the pain of smashing your fingers, just rest assured, I will ensure that he can be in that small vassal country in this life and be the literary world in his lifetime. The leader, after death, can still be called Wenzhen. Guess what happened?"

Ma Kuxuan frowned.

After Cui Dongshan finished painting, he nodded. Every stroke of his imagination was indeed the manifestation of his lifelong skills. Then he turned around and said with a smile: "You said you are not afraid of death, and I believe it. It's just that you don't even know how to entangle cause and effect." I don’t understand, how can you, the frog in the well, be qualified to tell me whether you are afraid or not? Just talk about Malanhua. Whose arrangement is it? I’m not trying to scare you. Just because you have a high level, you have great ability. How many people can kill me? Even if you are in the future With the realm of reaching the sky, I will still let you worry about it for thousands of years and just do it casually. So, be smart and let me worry less. Otherwise, the day will come when you are really afraid. As for me, there is What's the benefit? One of the fundamental purposes of the theory of meritorious service is to try not to make people stupid, and you must let those who seek benefits get benefits."

Ma Kuxuan nodded, "That makes sense."

Cui Dongshan sat on the chair, twirled the folding fan in his hand, and said with a smile: "If you don't get beaten for a few days, it's fun to beat poor beggars."

Ma Kuxuan smiled and said: "If you can beat a poor beggar today, you might be able to beat a rich man tomorrow. You have to have some thoughts in life, otherwise you will just be a beggar for the rest of your life."

Suddenly, Cui Dongshan nodded vigorously and said, "It makes sense."

Ma Kuxuan clasped his fists and said, "I hope I can listen to the teachings of the National Master in the future."

After Cui Dongshan left Nama Kuxuan, he shook his folding fan and felt leisurely. There were four large running scripts written on the fan to persuade people with virtue.

Cui Dongshan stretched out a finger and started gesticulating casually, probably writing. He said smugly: "Stretch three inches vertically, a thousand feet high. A line of white flies, a rainbow rises into the sky..."

Cui Dongshan turned his head and looked at the child standing silently next to the desk, "Which child is so handsome?"

The child whose whole face was covered with ghostly symbols suddenly said: "Sir, I want to learn chess."

Cui Dongshan rolled his eyes and said: "Teaching boxing and footwork will starve the master to death. What good will I gain by teaching you how to play chess?"

The child said, "You can play chess with your husband."

Cui Dongshan shook his head, did not give an answer, but said something strange and confused: "The old sword left behind will have a return date."

It is not an idiot to carve a boat and seek a sword, and it is not ridiculous to be worried.

Cui Dongshan began to close his eyes and meditate.

The child starts to be in a daze.

Half an hour later, Song Jixin returned to the study alone, and Zhigui said that he would go out for a walk in the city.

Song Jixin stopped when he saw the white-clothed young man occupying the magpie's nest, and then moved on, picked a chair to sit down, and said with a smile, "Mr. Cui really doesn't see anyone."

Old Dragon City is not a place where cultivators can feel as if they are in the land of no one.

Cui Dongshan opened his eyes and asked, "Do you know who I am?"

Song Jixin nodded and said, "Some guesses."

Cui Dongshan tapped his shoulder with a folding fan, "Brother Gao, tell him who I am, I'm afraid he will guess wrong."

The child said with a serious look: "My husband is Dongshan."

Cui Dongshan put away the folding fan, suddenly burst into laughter, and brought the whole chair upside down.

Cui Dongshan suddenly restrained his expression and stood up.

Overwhelmed by the momentum and invisible involvement, Song Jixin couldn't help himself, and immediately stood up.

Cui Dongshan said in a deep voice: "Now that things have come to an end, I won't mess with you anymore. My name is Cui Dongshan, and that Cui Chan is my least successful named grandson."

Song Jixin bowed and bowed, and said softly, "Master Guoshi, why bother to be mean to yourself."

Cui Dongshan made a fan with his hands, and the breeze was blowing on his face, "The only way to relieve my worries is to laugh at myself."

The three pages of paper on the table were all reduced to ashes and dissipated with the wind.

Cui Dongshan walked around the table, walked to the window sill near Song Jixin, and said softly: "Qi Jingchun has high expectations for you, why haven't you paid attention to it all these years?"

Song Jixin remained silent.

Cui Dongshan sighed, "Song Jixin, Song Jixin, do you know that your fate is placed in many romance novels, and you are the first one to appear at the beginning or the last one at the end. What do you do? Is it just that you don’t live up to it? The small brain is not bright? Look at Ma Kuxuan in Xinghua Lane, with a cat by his side. You are even more amazing. Before you go out, you brought Wang Zhu, for example Xie Ling of Peach Leaf Lane, his ancestors can walk from the first few pages of the genealogy, people like you are all little gods whose destiny belongs to you!"

Song Jixin's face was ugly, what is this all about?

The young man in white raised his head, pretending to be crying silently, as if feeling that the atmosphere was not enough, he snapped his fingers.

Brother Gao understood and began to sing that little song, which was a cheerful story about the deliciousness of stinky tofu.

In Cui Dongshan's view, a person has two good ways of living. One is that God enjoys food and eats, with little immediate worries and no long-term concerns. He opens and closes his eyes and lives comfortably every day. One is that the patriarch eats food, and with a skill, he doesn’t have to worry about the wind, the sun, the rain, and the money, so he can eat candied haws, stinky tofu, and a bunch of candied haws, one piece at a time Stinky tofu.

The poor young feudal lord stood where he was, not knowing what to think.

On the square outside the gate of the Ji Se Peak Patriarchal Hall, a huge martial arts conference was held. To show its importance, a table and four benches were set up, and the table was filled with melons, fruits and pastries.

Of course, the gate of the Patriarch Hall is not opened casually, let alone moving things out casually, so the tables and stools are specially moved from the Zushan of the Lost Mountain.

All of you here are now the masters of the Donghuashan sub-rudder under the general helm of Longquan County.

The sub-rudder leader Pei Qian sat on the main seat, with her back facing the gate of the Patriarch Hall, her arms folded around her chest. There was a wooden plaque on the table in front of her, which was the token of the leader of the chief helm of Longquan County. Sister Aquarius gave it to her. It has been kept by Pei Qian for many years.

Not long after being promoted to the sub-rudder's sub-rudder master, Zhou Mili, the protector of Luobashan right, attended the meeting as an enshrinement to Chen Nuanshu, and the absence of the enshrined Chen Lingjun has already been recorded once in the account book by the helm master Pei Qian.

The girl in the pink skirt who was in charge of all the house keys in Luobashan, and the little girl in black who was holding a small golden pole and a green bamboo walking stick, sat side by side on the bench.

Li Huai, the head of the small rudder of a certain academy under the jurisdiction of the sub-rudder, and Liu Guan and Ma Lian, students of the Yale Academy, were among the members, and the three of them crowded together on a bench. Liu Guan, Ma Lian, and Li Huai were not only classmates of Sui Shanya Academy, but also friends of the same school. Liu Guan was a child of the Han family, Ma Lian was from a wealthy family of the Sui Dynasty, and the Ma family and the Geyang Gao family of the Sui Dynasty were still friends. The relatives-in-law, Liu Guan and Ma Lian are all the seeds of the Sui Dynasty who are highly expected by the masters of the academy.

There is also Rongsheng Qilong Lane Right Protector, the former Mantou Mountain, Houlongzhou Chenghuang Pavilion incense villain, because he is the smallest in size, he was allowed to sit on the table by the sub-rudder master, and he was fortunate to be able to face the sub-rudder master.

The left protector of Qilong Lane was lying under the bench.

As the chief rudder of the leader of the martial arts alliance, Li Baoping. The honorary rudder master of the sub-rudder, Cui Dongshan, the big white goose, was absent from the alliance.

Pei Qian coughed, glanced over the crowd, and said, "I summoned you today to discuss three things, it's not child's play... Zhou Mili, put the melon seeds back first. Liu Guan, sit properly."

The little girl silently put down the handful of melon seeds she was holding in her hand. Liu Guan sat down angrily.

Master Rudder, you are indeed stern and selfless, so you don't have any feelings.

Pei Qian said three things. The first thing is to promulgate several rules for sub-rudders. They are all the fundamental purposes of walking in the rivers and lakes. They are all excerpted by Pei Qian from the novels of Jianghu Romance, and they mainly revolve around the teachings of the master. Expand. For example, having a skill is the foundation of the people of the rivers and lakes, and fighting for justice is the martial arts of the people of the rivers and lakes. In addition to fists, feet and swords, how to distinguish right from wrong, break the game accurately, and finish the game without any omissions is a true hero. Need to think about it After thinking about it again, when Lu sees injustice, he must have a roar, but it is not enough.

Then there is the reason for a series of job changes and promotions about the sub-helm. He focused on commending Zhou Mili and Xianghuo for their punctuality, and severely criticized the lazy and lazy worker who was riding the dragon on the left side of the lane.

One last thing, she is going to go to Beiju Luzhou with Li Huai soon. This is the first serious trip down the mountain, so it needs to work together and talk more about her own experience of walking in the rivers and lakes. Chen Nuanshu is in charge Written in a pen, compiled into a book and copied several copies, and everyone will have a copy in the future.

After talking about the business, Pei Qian waved his hand, "Eat melon seeds!"

On the Jise Peak, there is a lot of fun.

Along the way, accompanied by strong winds and flying birds in the sky, the cross-continental ferry boat of Pimazong, which was dragged by heroic spirits in the sea of ​​clouds, docked smoothly at the ferry of bones. Yuanying monk Du Wensi who is stationed in Qinglu Town, Ghost God Valley, and Pang Lanxi, the direct line sword repairman of Muyi Mountain Patriarch Hall. Chen Lingjun walked off the ferry with a trekking stick and a bamboo box on his back. Many monks who traveled southward to Aquarius Island and finally returned to their hometown flew off the ferry one after another, bluffing like dumplings, and had disputes with many monks at the ferry. , Chen Lingjun was eye-opening to see that the cultivator of Luzhou in Beiju really lived up to his reputation, he was full of heroic courage and very bold. How many people would have to be beaten to the ground by Longquan Jianzong and Dali cultivator to put it on the Niujiaoshan ferry at home?

Chen Lingjun first went to the increasingly deserted mural city, and bought a set of Goddess pictures in the gallery, which was regarded as a door-to-door gift for the Pima Sect. For these expenses, Luoluoshan Zushitang had advanced a sum of fairy money to Chen Lingjun, but Chen Lingjun did not Using a snowflake in that small treasury, just kidding, would Uncle Chen be short of this money? If it was in the early years under the jurisdiction of Yujiang, when walking in the rivers and lakes, there would be clanging sounds in the pockets, and the gods and coins would collide with each other, which would be similar to thunder, but after arriving in Longquan County, Uncle Chen became a little bit nicer to others, otherwise, just because of his hot temper... Mother was punched to death.

Sometimes, Chen Lingjun, who likes to think wildly by himself, always feels that all Qi practitioners in the world should live in a small town for a while, and humbly ask him for some experience in the world.

In the formidable Pima Sect, the suzerain Zhu Quan did not show up, and the two ancestors were not on the mountain either. One had traveled far away for many years, and the other ancestor Yan Su, who was in charge of law, had been busy with visiting Pima all these years. The elders of the Zhongtu Shangzong of the Zongzong are strengthening the mountain protection formation together, Pang Lanxi is retreating, Du Wensi is still fighting with the gang of skeletons in Qinglu Town, Chen Lingjun has not seen any acquaintances, and while complaining that his master is not big enough. Without the suzerain to pick him up in person, he held a banquet for himself, while working hard to maintain the posture of seeing the world, and carefully looked around. In the early years, he had a fight with Ruan Qiong at the blacksmith shop in the small town, and almost fell for the road. , a saint of Fengxue Temple is dressed in a similar style, isn't this obviously deceiving people on purpose? So on this trip, Chen Lingjun felt that it would be safer for him to take it easy.

Chen Lingjun gave the gift, and the person who received Chen Lingjun and the gift recipient was a man named Wei Yusong, who was kind and amiable. He claimed to be an accountant who suffers from every day and is the most ineffective talker. Chen Lingjun felt that he had encountered a difficult brother, but kept reminding When I go out this time, don't easily call others brothers and sisters. Chen Lingjun did not miss reading books along the way, but they were mostly the precautions for those places with steep mountains and rivers. Chen Lingjun didn't look carefully at Pimazong and Chunlupu, the hills that his master had stepped on and formed incense. For a while, he felt that Wei Yusong was a good candidate for beheading the chicken head and burning the yellow paper, so Chen Lingjun hurriedly hugged his feet and found a chance, secretly took out a booklet from his master, turned to the Pima sect, and found this Wei Yusong, the master specifically mentioned a few things in the brochure, saying that he is a senior who is very good at doing business, he can be regarded as the God of Wealth of the Pima Sect, and reminded Chen Lingjun that when he sees him in the future, he must respect him and refrain from talking nonsense.

Now that he knew that the other party was a big man in charge of money in a sect, Chen Lingjun immediately knew that there were three kinds of people who could not be provoked on the top of a fairy family mountain. The oil lamp must have a dark heart and hands, and the last one is the direct descendant of the very young Patriarch Hall.

Saying goodbye to Wei Yusong, politely refused the other party's persuasion, and did not dare to bother him to send him to the mountain gate. When Chen Lingjun went down the mountain alone, he met a plain woman on the way. It seemed that there was something wrong with his eyes. It's awkward, I'm not that Wei Bo, what to look at. The woman had no eyesight, so she followed Chen Lingjun furtively all the way. When they reached the mountain gate, Chen Lingjun felt a little guilty, so he planned to change his mind, climb the mountain again, and live in Pimazong for a few days. It's not too late to get rid of it.

At the gate of the mountain, after the woman with the knife at her waist called herself Zhu Quan, Chen Lingjun's knees softened, his body swayed, and he finally stabilized himself.

Zhu Quan said with a smile: "Wei Bo has sent a letter to Mu Yishan with flying swords. If there is any trouble about leaving the river in the future, you can report the name of Pima Zong Zhuquan. It may not necessarily save lives, but it will definitely help you avenge. Of course, it is best to have no troubles. But it will be difficult, traveling in the rivers and lakes in Luzhou, Beiju, without getting into a lot of troubles, what kind of experience is it."

Chen Lingjun expressed his thanks tremblingly. Zhu Quan waved his hand, Chen Lingjun said goodbye, Zhu Quan suddenly asked, "When will Chen Pingan return from the Great Wall of Sword Qi?"

Chen Lingjun shook his head and said, "I'm not sure, every time my master goes out for a trip, he doesn't know exactly when he will return."

Zhu Quan glanced at Chen Lingjun's bamboo box and walking stick, and said with a big laugh, "You Luopo Mountains, do you all walk around in this outfit?"

Chen Lingjun nodded vigorously.

Zhu Quan suddenly said with emotion: "I'm a little envious of that guy's...freedom."

Chen Lingjun couldn't understand the weird words of these people on the top of the mountain hidden in the clouds, but at least he could tell that this famous woman suzerain had a good impression of her master. Otherwise, she didn't need to make a special trip back to Muyi Mountain from Ghost Mystery Valley. In the ordinary mountain fairy family, the most important thing is to treat people on an equal footing, and the rules are complicated. In fact, Wei Yusong met Chen Lingjun, and Chen Lingjun was already very satisfied.

The master of a sect went to the fifth realm, and dared to knock down the ghost and mythical valley Gao Cheng for so many years, such a heroic woman actually showed her face in person, so Chen Lingjun walked a little bit erratically after leaving Muyi Mountain.

According to the established route, Chen Lingjun took a Chunlupu ferry to the east entrance of Jidu. The steward of the ferry was Song Lanqiao, a Jindan cultivator, and now he has a chair in the Chunlupu Patriarchal Hall. After Chen Lingjun visited, Song Lanqiao was a little too polite No, Chen Lingjun was directly arranged in the guest room of Tianzihao. Not to mention, I chatted with Chen Lingjun for a long time. In the words, apart from the warmth from the bottom of my heart, Chen Lingjun was so respectful and humble to Chen Pingan and Luopo Mountain. Even more uncomfortable.

Now Luopo Mountain, Piyun Mountain, Pimazong, Chunlupu, and the four parties form an alliance. Among them, Wei Yusong of Pimazong and Tang Xi of Chunlupu are all in charge of specific affairs. Song Lanqiao and Tang Xi are allies. Being able to become a member of the ancestral hall of Chunlupu is all due to the young Chen Jianxian, not to mention that the latter has a close relationship with Song Lanqiao's preaching mentor. Song Lanqiao has almost never met his master, so he never forgets an outsider. That is no longer a relationship between sword immortals and sword immortals.

The farther away Chen Lingjun is from home, the more homesick he becomes.

Everyone misses it, even the old blind Taoist priest who practiced in Huanghu Mountain often thinks of it.

When Wei Bo was parting on the ferry, he said something, saying that it is not too difficult for a cultivator to go out, kill people with skills, and overwhelm others with power, the difficulty lies in winning the hearts of others.

For the first time, Chen Lingjun carefully read the contents of the brochures that he had missed before, and then went to the viewing platform, lying on the railing in a daze, the bright moon hung high in the sky, half circle hidden in the sea of ​​clouds, far and near, as if the ferry only needs to change its route slightly , you can bump into it head-on, as simple as a tourist passing through an arch.

It makes a difference whether the master is in Luoba Mountain or not. Chen Lingjun has already felt this point.

It's just that if you don't leave Luopo Mountain and go through this experience, it's hard to understand why it's different and where it's different.

When getting along with the master day and night, the master's state and identity seem to be easily overlooked. When Chen Lingjun walked on the mountain road that the master walked, he realized that the boy in the mud bottle lane that he reluctantly followed seemed to have really changed. Very powerful.

Chen Lingjun calmed down his thoughts, packed his luggage, and went to say hello to Song Lanqiao, then left the ferry halfway, went to Suijia City, and went straight to the Temple of Fire.

Under the secret planning of Cangyun Lake Longgong Hujun, the Fire God Temple, which was once in ruins, was rebuilt. The local government spent a lot of money to reshape a painted statue of the god. The incense was in full swing. Chen Lingjun picked a late night and respectfully knocked on the door to visit. See you Seeing the man whose realm was not too high, Chen Lingjun took out a lot of Xianjia wine, the man who showed his real body was very happy, but he didn't ask a word about Chen Pingan's current affairs.

Chen Lingjun felt that this old man liked him very much, he was just like him, and he was the most quack-like!

So there is no need to persuade both parties to drink.

The master not only wrote it in books and pamphlets, but also told Chen Lingjun verbally that this local deity was Chen Pingan's friend and owed him a drink.

On the other side of Cangyun Lake Dragon Palace, after receiving the report from the Temple of Fire God, Lord Yinhou of the Lake immediately came late at night without bringing any confidants to follow. The distance of 800 miles, for a person who is within the jurisdiction of the entire accompanying city As far as Mr. Hu is concerned, it is just a few more steps to wander around his yard.

Seeing the red-faced boy in Tsing Yi who was shaking his hands and feet and talking about the mountains, Lord Hu Yinhou was stunned. That Chen Jianxian, how could he have such a friend?

It's just a meal of wine, and it's fun to drink.

But the man from Huoshen Temple, after Yin Hou came, he only treated each other with courtesy and was not friendly, but had a good time drinking with Chen Lingjun.

In the early morning, Chen Lingjun left the Fire God Temple, went to the Golden Crow Palace, and visited Liu Zhiqing, the golden elixir bottleneck swordsman.

They were also treated grandly and sent to the mountain where Liu Zhiqing practiced in seclusion.

Chen Lingjun saw Liu Zhiqing.

With the fairy appearance of a handsome young man, a golden hairpin on his head, and a snow-white robe, it makes one feel as if all the famous mountains and rivers in the world are waiting for the blessing of this kind of cultivator.

Liu Zhiqing smiled and asked if he wanted to drink tea. Chen Lingjun said no, Liu Zhiqing didn't force it. In fact, the two sides had nothing to talk about. Liu Zhiqing was not the kind of mountain monk who was good at socializing. At that time, Liu Zhiqing didn't want to keep him anymore, so Chen Lingjun stood up and said goodbye. Liu Zhiqing was going to be sent to the foot of the mountain. Chen Lingjun knew that this person was in seclusion, so he quickly refused, and rushed down the mountain, leaving the Golden Crow Palace. He refused the other party's banquet at the same time, confessed, thanked and made an appointment next time, all in one go. Chen Lingjun became more and more familiar with him.

After that, we will go to Chunlu Garden without taking the Xianjia ferry.

After all, Chen Lingjun chose an ordinary boat because he was naturally fond of water. In the picture of boat sailing, amidst the sound of apes on both sides of the strait, the boat visited Wanzhong Mountain.

Arriving at the boundary of Chunlupu, Chen Lingjun was not in a hurry to talk to Song Lanqiao, who was already an old acquaintance, but according to the album, he first visited the landscape on both sides of Dadu Estuary, and then went to Chunlupu to visit Yuying Cliff. Then he went to stay at the Xingying shop founded by his own master. There was a shopkeeper running it, and the business was very good. Chen Lingjun worked as a shop assistant for two days.

In the night, suddenly a continent offered sacrifices to swords.

The whole Spring Dew Garden was brightly lit in an instant. Chen Lingjun quickly opened the shop and looked up. The street was bustling with people, saying that a sword fairy had fallen on the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Chen Lingjun, who was thousands of miles away from his hometown, thought about the master who was even further away from his hometown than himself, so he sat on the threshold, holding his chin in his hands with a sad expression.

On the battlefield south of the Sword Qi Great Wall, a golden river appeared for the third time.

A young man carried a sword box on his back, filled with borrowed swords from the sword workshop.

Standing on the top of the city, Chen Pingan looked at the battlefield for a moment, stepped out, and fell to the ground. During the fall, his hands had already rolled up his sleeves. When he was about to land, his knees were slightly bent, and he stepped on the void. Suddenly, he rushed forward, and a large crater suddenly sank into the ground behind him. Deep in the ground, thunder shook.

He doesn't control the sword, but he controls the wind.

Like an arrow that was more than a hundred feet away from the city wall in an instant, he pressed the heads of two monster monks with both hands, and with a light push, the two corpses with rotting heads were thrown out.

When Chen Pingan landed floatingly, all the sword cultivators around the battlefield subconsciously stayed away from here, and automatically made way for the young hermit official who went out of the city to fight for the third time.

Today's Sword Qi Great Wall no longer harbors any resentment, because the young Yin Guan turned out to be a sword cultivator and was even better at killing people.

A warrior monk wearing heavy armor and holding a big halberd stabs straight forward. The young hermit went straight forward and smashed the long halberd with his head casually. At this time, the fist frame has not yet been raised, and the fist intention is opened first.

Within tens of feet of the surrounding battlefield with Chen Pingan as the center, the flood of fists poured indiscriminately. Not only that, the second larger circle of fists rose again in the distance, stirring endlessly. Each other is like layers of moon halo.

The martial artist in the center is like the sun reaching the sky.