The girl in pink skirt ran out of the attic holding a large handful of ancient books. When she saw this scene, she looked at Chen Ping'an with some fear in her eyes.
At the same time, a child in green clothes fell from the sky. He was in ragged clothes and in a state of disarray. There was a golden light flowing around him, like a fierce soldier escorting a prisoner.
The boy in green was lying on the ground panting. He wiped the blood from his face and turned to look at the unknown dragon crossing the river. The anger in his eyes could not go away. This is not surprising. He had been domineering in the river outside the city for hundreds of years, and suddenly he was beaten into a lost dog. Naturally, he was filled with resentment.
Cui Zhang snapped his fingers, and the golden light flew back into his sleeves like a swallow returning to its nest.
Seeing that Chen Pingan was a little confused, Cui Chan said with a smile: "Sir, do you remember that outside Yefu Pass, my husband and I were bragging about how generous the apprenticeship ceremony was, and we talked about this natal flying bird that was temporarily without an owner. The sword, named 'Golden Autumn', is of good quality and does not require a high level to control, and it operates smoothly."
Cui Chan grinned, quite proudly, "The previous owner of Feijian was once. A well-deserved swordsman in the Divine Continent of Middle-earth, he is a chess fanatic. Maybe his brain was caught by the door, and he even thought about changing his ways and switching from a swordsman to a chess player. However, he was not good at chess. He gambled his life with me and lost. Give me this flying sword, but in the final analysis, he also wants to destroy the boat and does not want to have any connection with this flying sword."
Chen Pingan asked curiously: "Then this 'Golden Autumn'. , can Lin Shouyi use it?"
Cui Han looked like he had a toothache, "Sir, I'm not as partial as you. Of course Lin Shouyi can use it, but he can refine it and drive it, for sure. What a waste of natural resources, I would give it to my husband as a student, but I would never give it to an outsider like Lin Shouyi."
The girl in pink skirt and the boy in green looked at each other knowingly, and they both saw shock in each other's eyes.
Middle-earth, swordsman, chess, and gambling on life.
These words strung together are enough to shock the world.
Chen Pingan looked around and saw nothing strange, so he was ready to leave and continue on his way.
"Sir, please wait for a moment. Let me explain the truth first, so that your return home will not be disrupted." Cui Chan thought for a moment and took out the original. It is the inkstone that is the treasure of Fulongguan Mountain. He ordered Huang Tingguo's two fire pythons and water snakes: "Put the real body into it quickly. My patience is not very good. My rule is to only do two things. If you dare to delay again, Don't blame me..."
Before he said a few words, Cui Chan was already murderous. He just wanted to slap the kid in green clothes to death, out of sight and out of mind. After all, according to the For the planning of Longquan County, it is enough to be related to the old dragon. The fire python water snake in front of me is not high-level and has not yet completed its transformation into a dragon. It is far inferior to the Hanshi River Water God of Dashui Prefecture. After all, their Capture is just the icing on the cake. At the beginning, the treasure house in Fangcunwu couldn't be opened, so I thought of subduing the two little guys for "my husband". Even if they are useless, they can keep them by my side in the future to help guard the mountain. ,addShangli Zhudongtian's special background is barely feasible.
So he, Cui Chan, really doesn’t care about their life and death. Now that the teacher is a teacher and the students are students, Cui Chan knows Chen Pingan’s character very well. He is really a stone in the pit, smelly and hard, no matter what. To recognize myself, it would be useless even if I gave him 10,000 fire pythons and water snakes. Now that I recognize myself, without these two insignificant little guys, it won't be a problem at all.
Thinking of this, Cui Zhang had mixed feelings. Dealing with Chen Ping'an was really tiring, and it felt more strenuous than moving the Five Mountains. But when he crossed the invisible threshold of finding a way, There is also a very strange feeling that it can make such a wily and scheming person as Grand Master Da Li feel... at ease.
Seeing the golden light pouring out of the sleeves of the boy in white, the boy in green hurriedly stood up, knelt down and kowtowed, "I beg the immortal masters to spare my life. I am willing to go through fire and water for the immortal masters, and I will not regret it even if I die!" ”
The pink-skirted girl who has read thousands of books in the Zhilan Mansion Library is a little ashamed of being in the same company. She is not the kind of monster who talks nonsense. She mumbles and is a little at a loss.
Cui Han was too lazy to talk nonsense to the water snake kid, so he raised the inkstone and said, "I'll count to three."
The girl in the pink skirt hesitated for a moment, then a thin line of hair sprang out from between her eyebrows. The flaming python with silk thread swept into the inkstone, then its face turned white and its figure was shaky.
When the boy in green saw this, he could only sigh in an old-fashioned way and muttered, "That's all, he who knows the current affairs is a hero." He saw smoke coming from his seven orifices, and finally condensed into a black-green stick that was slightly thicker than a fire python. The little snake flew into the inkstone, and the python and the snake curled up inside the inkstone, daring not to move at all.
After all, there is an old dragon sleeping soundly on the edge of the inkstone. That is the ancestor of monsters like them, maybe eighteen generations away.
Cui Chan put away the inkstone sent by the dead soldiers of Da Li on the way, and sneered: "Don't be ungrateful, but with a little restraint, you can use this to sharpen your realm, and replace it with the dragon of other continents." A monster like you, if you two had this opportunity in front of you, you would have smashed your head in begging."
The pink-skirted girl who has grown up in the small space of the library since she was a child. Bow and thank you.
The boy in Tsing Yi, who has always been carefree and wild by nature, curled his lips and disapproved.
Cui Chan turned a blind eye to this and said with a playful smile: "Do you know Longquan County of Dali? In the place where the Lizhu Cave sky shattered and fell, my husband was a rich man there. He owned five mountains and collected I bought a lot of aura-rich snake gallstones, which are made from the spiritual blood of the last true dragon in the world. You can weigh its value yourself, so you can serve my husband well along the way."
The girl in the pink skirt's eyes lit up, and she bowed down to Chen Ping'an, her face full of joy, "I am willing to follow you, sir."
The boy in Tsing Yi knelt down even more crisply, with a plop. He kowtows and bangs his head, "Master, are you in need of beautiful women and maids to warm your bed? I know quite a few of them. They are those who are practicing."There is no shortage of people. As long as the master nods, I will be robbed by the master... Oh no, I will be invited over by the master in an eight-carat sedan chair. ”
Chen Ping’an rubbed his forehead and glanced at Cui Han. Do birds of a feather flock together? How could he provoke these unscrupulous freaks. Looking back at himself, Baoping, Li Huai and Lin Shouyi, They are all serious.
After being cut off by the old scholar, Cui Chan is now a teenager with a youthful temperament, but his vision, vision, and city are still there. Regarding Chen Ping'an's thoughts, through At this glance, Cui Chen made a guess, and felt helpless. How could these children like Li Baoping be normal? Taking a step back, how could you, Chen Pingan, be normal in this world? How many people want to beat it a million times first and then talk about other things?
The boy in Tsing Yi raised his head and said, "Sir, Cao Hushan of Zhilan Prefecture has a young son who was responsible for watching by the river outside the city. My brother, his realm is not high, his moral conduct is not bad, his talent is quite good, and he has a fairy family mansion as a backer. He has probably joined his father now. If he leaves it alone, he will be in trouble in the future. Do you want me to... "
The child made a gesture of opening his mouth wide and eating it in one bite.
Cui Chan said with a smile: "After I deal with you, I will only explain half of my truth. Next, you will accompany Mr. Just go out of town, I'll stay and finish. "
Chen Pingan nodded and warned: "Don't kill indiscriminately. ”
Cui Chan laughed and said, “How dare students not listen to what you say, sir?” ”
The bamboo basket moved slightly, and Chen Pingan turned around to look. The locust wood sword swayed slightly, and the cute little girl in gold followed the wooden sword and basket to Chen Pingan’s shoulder. , waving at him, Chen Pingan understood it and turned his head. This weird charm that had been living in the locust sword whispered in his ear. After Chen Pingan listened carefully, he said to Cui Han: "It tells I, if you come to the Great Sui Academy, I want you to say two sentences to Mao Xiaodong. One is 'Heaven and man are divided, and nature gives rise to falsehood', and the other is 'Ritual determines ethics, and the law is supreme.' "
Cui Chan sighed softly, with a complicated expression.
Obviously, one sentence was a farewell message given to him by the old scholar, and the other sentence should be Qi Jingchun's original wish to pass it on to Chen Ping'an. Last words to Mao Xiaodong.
Cui Chan was a little discouraged and pointed at the little figure on Chen Pingan's shoulder, "This is the only remaining incense figure in Lizhu Cave. Most of it has been molded into gold. It is very small." It's rare that there is a mountain temple in Mr. Luoluo Mountain. The mountain god is quite trustworthy. In the future, he can raise this little incense man in that temple, using the incense burner as his house and the incense as his food. "
The girl in gold standing on Chen Pingan's shoulder hesitated, and finally took a deep breath and looked at Cui Han, "Mr. Qi also left a message, but at that time he said that you may not have a chance. Now that you have accepted Chen Pingan as your husband, although he is still a bad person, I think I can tell you. "
Cui Chan was stunned on the spot, a little agitated in his heart, and said slowly and seriously: "I am all ears. "
The little incense man in gold clothes said in a childish voice: "The student asked, "The crab has six knees and two claws." What's the explanation? Is it a clerical error? The gentleman replied, "Poor scholars are short of money."
Cui Han laughed so hard that tears flowed out.
Everyone felt baffled.
Cui Chan walked to the library alone, unable to stop laughing. As he walked, he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, turned his head and said with a smile: "Sir, I won't give it away."
Cui Chan walked into the library, looked at Chen Ping'an's back from the second floor window, and shouted loudly: "Sir, if you encounter a big problem, you can go back to the old minister of the Ministry of Revenue and tell him that you are My husband is fine. It would be better if you could say that you and the old scholar have a half-teacher-student relationship!"
Chen Pingan turned around and said, "I know, be careful."
Cui Chan waved his hand and murmured: "Get up and do it, you and I will encourage each other."
Cui Chan climbed all the way to the top, came to the sixth floor, and climbed up to look into the distance.
The reason why he was reluctant to go to this level before was not because there was any mystery here, but because the young man’s temperament was at work again, which reminded Cui Chang of some unpleasant past events.
Whether it is the first disciple of Wen Sheng or the great master of Dali, they all came from the youth.
Cui Han reached the top floor, fell backwards, and put the ancient inkstone aside, not caring about the dust staining his white clothes.
He turned his head and looked at the inkstone, "Since we have already started, why not go all out to catch all the evil dragons in the ancient Shu Kingdom and raise them all in it?"
Cui Chan looked towards the building. The colorful caisson on the top is carved with a majestic dragon.
It is different from the library in my memory. It is dimly lit and does not have such a beautiful scenery.
Cui Han closed his eyes, feeling a little sleepy.
I still remember that when he was young, he was extremely talented but had an unstable temperament, so his grandfather who had high hopes for him cruelly "imprisoned" him in a small attic on the top floor of the library. Food boxes were delivered, and everything was done in such a big place.
Of course there is also a toilet, which is changed every day. In order to resist and express their anger and dissatisfaction, children often tear off pages from books and use them as toilet paper, or fold paper into small paper kites and fly them through a small window. Throw it out of the building and fly on the wind, and every time you will hear grandpa yelling curses under the attic on crutches.
At that time, the most important thing Cui Chan did was to pile up all the books in the attic, stand on top of the tall pile of books, lie down on the window and look at the river outside the city. He would often look at it. Just a few hours.
At that time, Cui Zhang was not called Cui Zhang, but Cui Zhen. The word "纺" means the sound of water, and the word "巉" means "majestic mountains and ridges".
The grandfather who named him, of course, hoped that when he grew up, his grandson would have the moral character and cultural accomplishments of famous mountains and rivers, be wise and benevolent, and have beautiful mountains and rivers, and become a seed for reading. Be among the gentlemen and wise men. But the child didn't appreciate it and finally left the cabinetAfter the building, he soon left his hometown to travel far away, out of his home country, out of a continent, and finally walked to the Divine Continent of Middle Earth. He just regretted that he didn't go far enough. He wanted to stay as far away from that stubborn old man as possible, and he also deliberately put The character "牷" was removed, leaving only the character "瀺" that I liked more. In the long years to come, I always called myself Cui Chan.
Even if Cui Han returned to Aquarius Continent and became the Grand Master of Great Li, he still never returned to his hometown.
I don’t want to go back.
Cui Zhang opened his eyes and wiped his face with his sleeve, "What are you looking at? I haven't seen the old man being sad."
A ghost appeared on the top floor and left his body. The old man in Confucian shirt traveling far away was the old dragon. The old man stared at the square inkstone with a gloomy expression.
Cui Han did not stand up. He waved his sleeves and brushed the inkstone towards the old man. "Your three hundred years of cultivation have been wiped out. What happened last time is settled. You don't have to rush to go there next." In Longquan County, we helped capture the remnants of the dragon genus, young and old, and imprisoned them in inkstones. My husband kept many of the best-looking snake gallstones and did not take them out of his hometown. Fortunately, he did not take them with him. Come out, otherwise with his temperament, God knows whether he will become a money-splitting boy and squander it all early. Now is the time, and he can make the best use of it in the future."
Cui Chan sat up and shook casually. shoulders.
The old dragon put away the inkstone and clearly sensed the change in the young man's mood. The anger in his heart instantly disappeared and turned into helplessness and admiration, "The national master is worthy of being the national master."
Cui Chan sighed He took a breath and said, "From nothing to three, from three to five, it's not worth making a fuss about. It's rare in this small Aquarius Continent, but if it were that Middle Earth Divine Continent, you wouldn't have to stay there for a thousand years." , in just a hundred years, you will find countless amazing geniuses, who rise rapidly and then fall instantly, which will even make you dizzy. In the end, you will find that only old age will not die, and old age will not be immortal. That's the real power."
The old man in a scholar's shirt, the founder of the Ziyang Mansion and the father of the Hanshi River God, and the nominally resigned old minister of Huang Tingguo, shook his head and said with a smile: "We can't stay there. Once discovered, he will most likely be skinned and cramped by those great dynasties."
Cui Chan was still sitting on the ground, his expression dull as he said: "Things have changed again, big time. In Lijing City, some people think that you cannot convince the public as the head of Piyun Mountain New Academy. Although I object, His Majesty the Emperor has decided to only let you serve as the deputy head of the mountain. You may not be able to secure the second position. This is I, Cui Han, made the mistake first, so if you go back on it, I have no objection."
The old man smiled calmly and said: "The deputy mountain master who sits at the back? I think it's good, you don't have to be a forest bird. "
Cui Chan turned around and frowned: "Be polite to me now, and if you regret it later, I won't be so easy to talk to."
The old man shook his head and said: "It's not polite. "
Cui Chan's weird temperament was revealed again. Instead of being relieved, he sarcastically said: "No wonder you can live so long."
The old man didn't agree with this.In order to express his gratitude, he sighed: "Now I just hope that I can live longer."
Cui Chan stood up and without any movement, all the dust shook off the white clothes and floated away, "Next, please help me Send me to Sui Dynasty. Then you can come back here and settle the matter in Zhilan Mansion, and you can also rebel against the water god outside the city."
The old man looked strange.
Cui Chan walked up to the old man and said with a smile: "What's wrong, are you not used to people riding on your neck? What's there to be embarrassed about? In ancient times, gods and men rode on dragons, just like Nowadays, it’s almost normal for rich people to ride horses and donkeys.”
The old man in the scholar’s shirt smiled bitterly and said resignedly: “Then I’ll wait for you outside the building?”
Cui Yi nodded, and the old man's figure disappeared in a flash.
Suddenly, the sky above the city's capital city was filled with wind and clouds, and heavy clouds drooped, almost touching the top of the library.
The righteous god of river water outside the city turned into a human body, standing by the water, looking up, full of awe.
The same is true for the three gods in the Chenghuang Pavilion and the Wenwu Twin Temples.
Cui Yang tiptoed, floated out of the attic window, passed through the sea of clouds, and landed on the head of an old dragon. He sat cross-legged, and the old dragon waggled its tail and moved forward in the wind.
A young man in white clothes with a mole between his eyebrows looks like a legendary god riding a dragon.
Cui Chan smiled knowingly, closed his eyes, made a hand seal, and practiced the sword furnace stake setting out of boredom.
Those who are close to vermilion are red.
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Over there at the city gate, Chen Pingan turned his head and looked at the sea of clouds rolling in the sky.
There were two children who looked like book boys, one on the left and one on the right.
As soon as the kid in green clothes walked out of the city gate, he felt like a tiger had returned from the mountains and a dragon had entered the sea. He said swaggeringly: "Master, that guy is quite cruel."
The little boy in pink skirt The girl glanced at her unstoppable enemy, pursed her lips and remained silent.
Chen Pingan stretched out a palm and gently pressed on the head of the boy in Tsing Yi, "He is my student."
The boy in Tsing Yi ran away in fright.
Chen Pingan continued to move forward.
Is this considered a black man who is close to the ink?