Chapter 475: Water blockage is worse than dredging

After Chen Ping'an smiled, he cupped his fists and said, "Mr. Hong, we meet again."

The old man is as energetic as ever. A man who practices Taoism, in a few years, it is really a snap of his fingers. As time goes by, the appearance does not fade significantly.

Seeing the Qingfufang old man named Hong Yangbo, the green-shirted swordsman who took off his bamboo hat, he became increasingly puzzled that Qingfufang’s business was the only one at Xianjia Ferry in Dilongshan. It's good, people come and go, it's normal, but the fairy money is more circulated on the first floor. There are not many guests walking up to the second floor, and even fewer people sit down and do business. If the old man handles the distinguished guests, , I should remember it, but looking at the young man in a ranger uniform in front of me, he is really unfamiliar, but why is he so invisible? < /p>

Chen Ping'an moved an antique maroon chair and sat down. These were supposed to be the jobs of the women who led the way in Qingfufang. Of course, they served tea and water, and threaded needles and threads, and their work would not be in vain. After the business was completed, they would There is a commission. Especially after turning the customer into a repeat customer, Qingfufang will receive a reward. Chen Ping'an remembered that the woman's name was Cui Ying, but this time Chen Ping'an had no plans to buy or sell anything, otherwise he would have asked if Cui Ying was there downstairs. The meeting was fate, not to mention looking back, the business of that year , the three of them and this Qingfufang are all happy, and they are happy when they open the door. This can be regarded as a passionate relationship. Practitioners all believe in this.

As soon as Chen Pingan was about to sit down, he wanted to close the door. The old man waved his hand and said, "There is no need to close the door."

Chen Pingan hesitated for a moment, but still followed the old man's instructions and sat down. Returning to his seat, he said with a smile: "I came to Dilongshan Ferry this time just to see Mr. Hong. Mr. Hong may not remember that back then, there was me, a bearded man, a young Taoist priest, and the three of us were in Mr. This shop sells a few things..."

The old man slapped the table and said with a smile: "Remember, you are the one who sold me that pair of bamboo chopsticks! Good guys, you are awesome! It fulfills a big wish I had in my early years. I usually take it out to play with when I have nothing to do, and touching the pair of bamboo chopsticks is like touching the green hair of Mrs. Qingshen Mangosteen..."

The old man did not continue, probably feeling that he was a little too private.

Zhang Shanfeng sold a pair of Qingshenshan bamboo chopsticks here at a high price to the old man. Since they were the old man's favorite, there was a lot of premium.

The old man was very happy. He remembered something, stood up and shouted: "Qingcai, hurry up and serve the tea!"

Soon there was a woman wearing a colorful palace brocade dress. The woman came slowly from the corridor paved with colorful lichen and handed them a cup of hot tea. The graceful woman left the house and did not go far, just waiting at the door.

The old man is the old man of Qingfufang. He has been here for half a hundred years. If he meets a stranger,People often don't have a good face. They like to buy or not, but they like to sell or not. But for people who like them, they are open-minded and enthusiastic. Otherwise, they would not have talked to the end, and even made a small bet with Xu Yuanxia. .

The old man asked with a smile: "Where's that big bearded man with unique vision? Why didn't you come? I lost the bet I made back then. That time I bought your Five Mountains Bowl from the ancient Yu Kingdom. As a result, Qingfufang lost some money, but these are not important. Doing business will inevitably have profits and losses. Besides, I am good at appraising bronzes, calligraphy and paintings, and beautiful wood. It is not surprising that I occasionally make mistakes in miscellaneous things. You owe that man a drink. You can't always owe him a drink. What's the point? I don't like to owe people. It's just a small concern in my heart. Why don't I invite you to find a good place outside Qingfu Square to have a drink? Just treat it as a gift?"

Chen Ping'an shook his head and said with a smile: "It's better for my friend to come and ask for this wine from Mr. Hong later."

The old man is a little confused. Helpless, his eyes suddenly lit up, "Last time you were in this shop, you were just selling. In fact, there are some cool and open items that I usually don't want to show off to others. Do you want to have an eye candy? You don't have to buy them. I'm not that kind of person. It’s rare to meet an acquaintance who is willing to deal with, and show off to let the babies breathe. It’s not like hiding in a golden house and being shady.”

The old man stood up before Chen Pingan could say anything. He started looking around and quickly placed three brocade boxes of different sizes on the table.

After the old man opened it carefully, he found a piece of imperial pine smoke ink, a clay figurine of a female wearing a power fence, and a cursive calligraphy.

The old man’s face was full of pride, “These three items are also rare items on the second floor of Qingfufang. They are full of spiritual energy. Not to mention the clay figurines, the other two items are quite elegant, let alone given to the world. The high-ranking dignitaries of the dynasty are gifted to the Confucian scholars of Guanhu Academy, so they don’t have to feel disrespected.”

The old man pointed to Songyanmo with his finger, “This piece of Songyanmo was made by the emperor of Shenshui Kingdom. Not only was it taken from a thousand-year-old pine, but it also had such a provenance that it was named 'Mr. Mugong' by the imperial court. The ancient pine was also known as the 'Undrunk Pine'. There was an allusion handed down from generation to generation, where a great writer met 'someone' blocking his way after getting drunk in the forest. , he pushed the pine tree with his hand and said that he was still drunk. Unfortunately, after the destruction of Shenshui Kingdom, the ancient pine tree was also destroyed, so this piece of pine smoke ink is most likely the only one in the world."

The old man pointed to that. The clay figurine has hot eyes, "I bought this from a down-and-out wild cultivator in the early years. It was a big deal. I only spent two hundred snow coins at that time. It was identified by a senior on the third floor. Only then did I know that this clay figurine was once a set, with a total of twelve statues. It was made by an amazingly talented and extremely beautiful fairy from the Upper Five Realms in Baidi City in China. It was praised by later generations as the "Twelve Stunning" fairy figurines. The power fence itself is a small and exquisite magic weapon. Only by triggering the mechanism can the true appearance be seen. It is a pity that I have not yet figured out a way to crack it and cannot completely verify the identity of the clay figurine. Otherwise, this thing will not be able to be seen. It can become the most popular item in Qingfufang, and it is a well-deserved treasure! It should be noted that it is the most difficult to find a perfect collection in the world, so it is also the most difficult to find.Seeking perfection. "

Finally, the old man pointed to the calligraphy and said regretfully: "Compared to the first two, this thing is not valuable. It is the calligraphy of a local swordsman in ancient Shu before he practiced Taoism. Although it is It is a copy, but like the remains of an autumn cicada, it is almost as good as the original. It is called "Xizai Tie" because the first sentence of the copybook is "Xizai Swordsmanship". This copybook has excellent calligraphy and excellent content. It is a pity that it has passed through the years and was not well preserved in the early years. It has lost a lot of its spiritual energy, just like a hero dying in his twilight years and dying in his old age. It really hits the mark. It is a pity that it is a pity. ”

Chen Ping’an was only moderately interested in the pine smoke ink and Mili clay female figurines made by the Shenshui Kingdom, so he just looked at them, but after looking at the last piece of cursive calligraphy, he felt that Chen Ping'an has always been very passionate about writing, or calligraphy. However, his own handwriting is similar to playing chess. It has no aura, is quite rigid, and is very dull. Ping An still has some discernment, thanks to the seal script of Mr. Qi's tripartite seal, the many copybooks written by Cui Dongshan, and the ancient seal book he bought during his travels. After that, during the three hundred years in the Lotus Root Blessed Land, I have seen the calligraphy works of many calligraphers who live in high places in the temple. Although I have glimpsed them again and again, the general meaning is that Chen Pingan has a profound memory.

So he has no plans to spend money on Qingfufang. Chen Ping'an was a little moved. Anyway, according to Mr. Hong's words, the female figurines made of pine smoke ink and Mi Li clay are full of spiritual energy and are definitely not cheap. Only this copybook should not be too expensive.

The price of the pair of Qingshenshan bamboo chopsticks back then was the same. .

Chen Pingan shook his head, "I can't afford it. ”

It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s that I don’t want to give up five small sums of money, which is only half a million taels of silver in the secular market!

Back then, in the county government office of Mei Glaze Country, I bought a pile of cursive calligraphy from that crazy alcoholic magistrate, and it only cost five bottles of Xianjia wine. It cost less than a small sum of money.

When it comes to buying and selling, I’m afraid of comparison!

If he had not had the experience of selling wine to the down-and-out county lieutenant, Chen Ping'an might have been just like the old man who saw bamboo chopsticks and bought them as soon as he gritted his teeth.

The old man didn't either. He insisted, knowing that the other party was having trouble with the price. No matter what, if this sword-backing knight really liked this cursive calligraphy, it was not in vain for him to take out the copybook.

At this moment, The woman in colorful clothes outside the door said softly: "Mr. Hong, why don't you take out the most important thing in this room?

The old man smiled angrily and said: "Qingcai, you didn't bring me here. Even if I sell something in this house, it won't matter to you for half a copper coin. Why are you kidding me!"

The woman obviously had a good relationship with the old man and joked: "It's good to take advantage of the guests and see the treasure more often."

She smiled at Chen Ping'an and said, "Young master, when you come to this room, you must take a look."It’s useless to look at Mr. Hong’s bargains.

Chen Ping'an actually had no such intention, but Hong Yangbo smiled and stretched out his finger, tapping, "Turn your elbows outward, and quickly find a man to marry, so that you don't have to hold on after eating every day." Qingfufang deceives us old men. Okay, anyway, I have seen three good things, and there is no shortage of one of them. ”

The old man finally took out a boxy box wrapped with gold silk. After opening it, a cool and cold air suddenly hit his face, but there was no sense of evil at all, like heavy snow in the middle of winter. .

Chen Pingan took a closer look and saw that there were four Heavenly Master Demon-Slaying Back Money, which were exactly the same.

The old man turned over the four large coins one by one. He smiled and said: "They are the Thunder God, the Lightning Mother, the Rain Master, and the Fire Lord, each of them catches demons and subjugates them. This is a set of rare magic weapons that cost money to win. They are beautiful and useful. There was once a royal descendant of the Zhu Ying Dynasty who wanted to pay for it, but the price was slightly lower than I expected. It was not possible to sell it, but the guy was too imposing, and when he saw my bargain, he decided to buy it. Even though she was secretly happy in her heart, she put on a hypocritical face of pretending to be calm, which made me feel upset. This little trick was just a show off in the market, but it was really embarrassing for me to show off in front of me. Because of the face of the Dynasty, I found an excuse not to sell it.

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The old man smiled and said: "Even if you don't buy it, you can still get it. It's not an ordinary porcelain. Not bad. ”

Chen Pingan twisted one of the coins, looked at the front and back carefully, put away his eyes, and asked: “How to sell it?”

The old man said: "A set of four, do not sell them separately." ”

The old man still raised a palm and shook it.

Of course it was not the five Xiaoshu coins, but the Guyu coins.

Chen Pingan He smiled and asked: "No need to discuss? "

The old man shook his head, "Never bargain, otherwise you won't be able to afford this precious set of money passed down from Aaizhou. "

Chen Pingan asked: "Did that royal child of the Zhu Ying Dynasty lower the price to four grain rain coins? "

The old man smiled and nodded.

Chen Ping'an said with a bitter face: "Then I seem to be no different from him. ”

He also wanted to bargain down to four Grain Rain coins, and he couldn’t put it down, and really wanted to pocket it all at once.

Money is dead, but people are alive.

After Chen Pingan handed the tung leaf to Wei Bo, before going down the mountain, he asked Wei Bo to take out two Grain Rain coins, one of which was five. Chen Pingan carried it with him, thinking about traveling down the mountain. The grain rain money is enough to deal with some emergencies. As for the other sum, it is sent to Shujian Lake and handed over to Gu Can to prepare two Zhoutian Jiao and water and land monastery.

If it is true. If he really encounters something similar to the five-colored Golden Chamber Stove in the hands of Lu Yong of Qingyang Palace, which costs fifty Guyu coins, as long as it does not involve the fundamentals of the Dao, Chen Ping'an will think that he is destined to have nothing to do with it.

After all, it’s all about spending money these days. Except for the two market shops in Qilong Lane, which can earn dozens of taels of silver every month, not a single piece of fairy money has been made in all the mountains including Luolu Mountain.

We can no longer just spend money without making money.

The old man smiled heartily and said: "There is still something different. I like you a lot more. You can just bargain casually, but I won't agree to it anyway."

Chen Ping'an instantly Between them, he had a tacit understanding and asked tentatively: "May I ask how much the salary Qingfufang gives to Mr. Hong every year?" Those buildings and stores that cost huge amounts of money to build are still there, and as Niujiao Mountain has a Xianjia Ferry, this is the only one that is really suitable for doing business.

The woman at the door of the house covered her mouth and smiled, but laughter still came out. This shows how funny Chen Pingan's question is.

If you just spend money to buy the four magic weapons of the highest grade, that’s it. If you can’t afford them, how dare you dig into the walls of Dilongshan Qingfu Fang? Did you know that Qingfufang has been a local favorite at Xianjia Ferry in Dilong Mountain for more than ten generations? Baofengzhai has hit a wall here before, and in the end, it still did not choose a location to open a store.

Hong Yangbo was also amused and waved his hand, "Don't mention this matter."

The old man was about to put away the spiritual weapon box wrapped in gold wire to shield the money from the cold. Unexpectedly, Chen Ping'an flipped his wrist and put five Grain Rain coins on the table, "Mr. Hong, I bought it."

The old man said in surprise: "Really want to buy it? Don't regret it? Out of green clams "Fang, the money and goods must be cleared and no refund is allowed."

Chen Pingan nodded.

The old man stretched out a palm, and just put one finger against a Grain Rain coin. He released it as soon as he touched it. It was indeed a genuine Grain Rain coin from the mountains. It was full of spirit, circulated in an orderly manner, and could not be faked.

The old man asked again, "Are you sure?"

Chen Ping'an glanced at the other three boxes that had not been put away, and asked with a smile: "Can I have something to add to the box?"< /p>

The woman at the door of the house couldn't help but chuckle and quickly turned her head.

The old man said half-truthfully: "How about if you help me pay back the drink?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "This won't work. Business is business. "

The old man shook his head and said: "Forget it, business is business, fair price, no luck."

"Okay, if you don't add money, there will be no money. The water will flow from now on. Let’s talk.”

Chen Ping’an moved slightly, his back blocking his view of the door, and put the silk brocade box close to him.

Finally, the old man personally delivered Chen Ping'an to the door of the house. It was not that he could not be delivered to the gate on the first floor of Qingfufang, but it was taboo and could easily lead to unnecessary speculation and prying.

The old man suddenly asked: "If you agreed to drink before, which thing did you plan to choose as a lottery ticket? "Xizai Tie"?"

Chen Pingan shook his head, "That's it A female clay female figurine.

The old man smiled and said: "The vision is good, but not the best. The most valuable thing is actually the piece of pine smoke ink made by the Shenshui Kingdom. The market price is nine Xiaoshu coins. According to this calculation, you Originally, as long as I agreed to drink, the actual cost of a set of magic weapons was like bargaining for four Grain Rain coins for you. Then I could earn half a Grain Rain coin at most. Now, it's just half a Grain Rain coin. Even if Qingfufang's commission is deducted, I won't have to worry about drinking in my life.

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Then next time my friend comes to Qingfufang, Mr. Hong remember to treat him to a nice drink, no matter how expensive it is." "

The old man nodded, "As it should be. "

After Chen Ping'an crossed the threshold, he told the woman that there was no need to see her off, and then said goodbye with clasped fists, "Mr. Hong, see you later." "

The old man nodded in greeting, "I'm sorry for not sending you far away. I hope we can do business often and the water will flow." ”

Chen Pingan went downstairs and left, leading his horse slowly on the street outside Qingfufang.

The reason why he bought the set of money was to give it to Taiping Zhong Kui of Shan.

No wonder he, Chen Ping'an, was in a hurry when it came to making money.

But Chen Ping'an quickly turned around and saw that the woman in the colorful dress was in a hurry. Walking forward, he held a brocade box in his arms.

After Chen Pingan stopped, the woman named Qing Cai handed the brocade box to him and said with a smile: "Mr. Hong is regretful after all, so he reluctantly gave up his love. , and presented this clay figurine to the young master. The young master didn't know that when I took the box, I pulled it out for a long time before I pulled it out of the old gentleman's hand. ”

Chen Pingan smiled and said, "I'm so sorry, but there was no ambiguity in the movements of my hands. As a result, the woman didn't let go immediately. Chen Pingan pulled lightly and succeeded.

The woman looked at the back and raised her hands, both empty.

She shook her head with a smile and returned to Qingfufang. When they saw her, several women on the first floor lowered their heads.

When we arrived outside Hong Yangbo’s house on the second floor, the old man stood respectfully at the door and said with a wry smile: “My boss, I was shocked when I saw you come to serve tea in person.

The woman smiled calmly and said, "Then the customer wanted to poach you, so you were even more shocked, right?" "

The old man smiled bitterly.

The woman walked into the house, bent down and stretched out a finger, teasing the little men in green standing on the branches of the ancient cypress. Hong Yangbo stood On the side, he asked doubtfully: "I wonder why my boss wants me to give away that Mi Li clay female figurine?

The woman played with the cute boys in green, "This person is most likely the young swordsman who appeared in Jianshui Villa." "

The old man looked puzzled, "No way? Even if I could shell out five Grain Rain coins in one go and buy that set of ghost-slaying backs that have been gathering dust for hundreds of years, I had seen this person back then, and at that time he was still a pure martial artist in the third realm..."

The woman said calmly: "Aquarius Continent is so big, is there only one Zhenwu Shanma Kuxuan? ”

The old man was still doubtful and did not think that the young manIt was the blue-shirted swordsman who made Su Lang of Songxi Kingdom return home.

The woman suddenly said: "Don't forget, I am also a sword cultivator."

The old man smiled and said: "My boss is a genius, and he got the 'Earth Immortal Sword' when he was young. "Xiu's four-character prophecy, the art of merchants, is just a small way."

The woman straightened up and clapped her hands, "This person just climbed up to the second floor of Qingfufang, and I happened to be on the third floor of 'Hanqi'." Cleaning the ancient sword in the room, my sword heart felt a little unstable. Although it was fleeting, it was absolutely real."

The woman casually opened a brocade box on the table and spread out the painting. On the cursive calligraphy note, he twisted his fingers along the ink, and said slowly: "I guess that person has already seen that I am no longer a maid of Qingfufang. That's why he didn't bother to hide the fact that he was carrying something small or close to me. Not only that, when we were saying goodbye on the street, I deliberately glanced at the sword behind his back. At that time, he..."

The woman raised her head and put her hands behind her back, "How should I say, at that moment, he... He must be like the clay Buddha on the shrine. What does it matter if Qingfufang gives away a clay figurine of a female figure with a few small summer coins? "It smells good."

At this point, the woman stretched out a finger and gently stroked it from top to bottom, thinking that the man was really different to her and Hong Yangbo. .

The old man wiped the sweat from his forehead. Didn’t he almost miss a great blessing? You have to make it difficult for someone to have a drink before you are willing to have something to add to your head. < /p>

The old man said without hesitation: "Of course it's the former."

The woman laughed and said, "Qingfufang doesn't want the commission for killing ghosts and paying for it now. , Hong Yangbo, next time you invite someone to drink, please ask for something expensive.”

The old man smiled brightly, “This is a good feeling!”

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Chen Pingan led the horse. After paying the bill, it still took a while, so he waited patiently at the ferry for the departure of the ferry. Looking up, he saw that the ferries were rising and falling one after another, and they were extremely busy.

This ferry seems to be even more prosperous than it was back then. If Niujiaoshan could be half as busy in the future, it would surely be able to make a lot of money every day.

Whether it’s gold, silver, or money from gods, I’m afraid it won’t move. Since ancient times, money likes movement rather than silence.

This was an unintentional remark made by Cui Dongshan back then. It once sounded meaningless, but now Chen Ping'an can chew out the aftertaste and have endless aftertaste.

Cui Dongshan left the letter and met his grandfather Cui Cheng. He disappeared after leaving Luolu Mountain

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In addition to flattering words, which can be ignored, the letter also talked about three major things. One thing is about the general pattern of Aquarius Continent, among whichIt involves refining the five-color soil of the new mountain as a natal object.

One thing is about Li Xisheng and the Li family of Fulu Street. Cui Dongshan hopes that Mr. Chen Pingan can still care about Xiaobaoping, so there is no need to feel too indebted to the Li family. It is best to maintain the relationship between the two parties. For the sake of a nod of acquaintance, don't add icing on the cake.

The last thing was said without beginning or end, and was just mentioned in one stroke. It only said that the teacher should wait a little longer. The only way to destroy the country is to slowly do it.

Chen Pingan knew what Cui Dongshan was talking about.

It is his destiny.

Chen Ping'an's thoughts drifted far away. At the end of autumn, the sad wind swirled around the trees and the world was desolate.

Suddenly, someone walked quickly from behind and almost bumped into Chen Pingan. Chen Pingan moved away without leaving a trace. The other person seemed to be caught off guard. He paused and walked forward quickly. Never looked back.

Chen Pingan did not pursue the matter. He must have given the woman a brocade box in full view of the public after leaving Qingfufang, which aroused the covetousness of others.

Wild cultivators seek wealth without caring about any moral principles.

In the mountains south of Shujian Lake, Chen Pingan killed more evil cultivators and ghost cultivators in the fifth realm than he could count with one hand. In the end, he even forged a deadly feud with a certain person. The golden elixir wild cultivator survived his injuries, and the two sides got along well after that. Chen Pingan did not come to seek revenge, and the other party did not hold back, relying on occupying the right place and people to instigate any kind of encirclement and hunting.

Chen Pingan turned around and saw two gray-looking boys and girls, with yellow faces and skinny muscles, both short in stature. They stood timidly not far away, looking up at Chen Pingan who was holding the horse, their eyes Full of hope. The two children each held an open wooden box in their hands, selling some small objects on the mountain such as porcelain bottles, small bronze statues and pictures. They were not very spiritual. In fact, they were used by wealthy people as miscellaneous supplies for their study. It was not bad. Most of them cost one or two pieces of snow, but compared to the prices in street shops, they are quite expensive. This is probably the smallest baggage restaurant in the world, but there is a local force behind most of these children. Mostly just for food and clothing.

Chen Pingan carefully selected a few small things, and after some haggling, he finally bought three small things with twelve pieces of snow, one "Eternally Blessed" tile inkstone, a pair of old It is an old seal made of pit yellow and frozen, the vermilion color is more pleasant, and it is a shallow bowl made of red material with a moist color. I planned to give Pei money when I returned to Luopo Mountain. Anyway, this girl didn't care much about the price of something, she just wanted the more the merrier.

Chen Pingan took out the snow money from his sleeve and put three things into his sleeve.

After thanking the two children, they turned around and ran away, probably because they were afraid that the person who had taken advantage of them would regret it.

The steps were light and joyful. When they reached a distance, they slowed down and whispered.

Looking at the young faces of the two children from a distance, they were full of hope.

Chen Pingan smiled knowingly.

In those days in Lizhu Cave, every extra trip I made would send out an extra letter.I can get one more copper coin from Zheng Dafeng. Presumably at that time, my steps on Fulu Street and Taoye Lane will be faster than these two children.

Looking at the sky, Chen Pingan went to the wine shop near the ferry to order a pot of Longjin wine. Instead of going inside, he just sat on the roadside. Compared with Old Dragon City Osmanthus Brewing and Shujian Lake, Wutiao wine is much inferior, and of course the price is also low. It is said that the water for making wine comes from a famous spring on the mountainside of Dilong Mountain, and the source of the aura of the entire Dilong Mountain is said to be the underground dragon tunnel where the real dragon broke ground. After appearing, a section of dragon tendon was chopped off by a great swordsman. After being integrated into the mountains, the spiritual energy of the mountains and waters surged like a spring.

Chen Pingan drank wine one after another. It was rare for him to travel so leisurely. This time when he went south to visit his hometown again, he was actually in a hurry and counting the days for his return. In fact, he rarely felt so leisurely. state of mind.

Even though the horse was no longer restrained by the reins, it still stayed where it was, occasionally lifting its hoof and tapping the stone slab lightly.

Chen Pingan has actually been paying attention and will not give it any chance to cause trouble.

I took him to Luolu Mountain to keep the horse he named Quhuang as a companion.

Except for those who practice Buddhism, the pedestrians on the ferry side are often either rich or noble. Chen Pingan drank wine and silently watched their words and deeds, but his eyes flickered.

Time flies.

Chen Pingan put down his wine bowl and led his horse to the ferry.

After boarding the ship and placing the horses, Chen Pingan began to practice the six-step walking pile in the cabin. He could not lose to Zhao Shuxia, whom he had taught boxing to.

It seemed like every time I took the ferry, it was just punch after punch.

In the dead of night one night, Chen Pingan came to the bow of the ferry and sat on the railing, with the full moon in the sky. The book says that the moon is the brightness of my hometown, but it doesn’t seem to be mentioned in the books about the vast world. In another world, above the city, looking up, there is the strange scene of the three months hanging in the sky. Outsiders only need to take a look at it. , can be remembered for a lifetime.

Not far away, a pair of young men and women in rich brocade clothes walked over, making love to each other.

Chen Pingan took off the sword-raising gourd and took a sip of wine. Now when he drinks, he no longer has the same feeling as when he first drank. He can drink even when he is worried, and he can drink even when he is not worried, but he doesn’t have any addiction. It comes naturally. Like drinking water when you were young.

The young lovers were so thin-skinned that they didn’t expect that there would be such a big lantern hanging on the railing late at night, so they had to take a detour and go to a farther place to express their true feelings, man. Small movements on her hands kept making the woman blush in embarrassment. She glanced at the lantern that was an eyesore from time to time. Seeing that the man didn't seem to be aware of it, she breathed a sigh of relief and let her lover move his hand up and down. After all, the master was traveling down the mountain this time. Most of the time, two people share a room. It is a rare opportunity to be alone. They made an appointment early and sneaked out of the room.

Chen Pingan simply lay down on his back, crossed his legs, and held the sword gourd in his hands.

Out of the corner of his eye, Chen Pingan caught a glimpse of a young man standing in the distance with a lonely look and an ordinary appearance.Ping, indeed not as good as the man who was having sex with the woman.

Chen Ping'an doesn't look any further.

After the frustrated man left, an angry old woman walked out of the ship's deck soon, and the couple immediately stood apart.

The bold man took a step back and lowered his head. The shy woman took a step forward instead. She looked directly at the elders of her sect.

The old woman scolded him severely, waved her sleeves and left.

The woman covered her face and cried, while the man comforted her with kind words.

According to the old woman's words, Chen Ping'an learned that this group of monks from the Immortal Family of Songxi Country were going to Yunxia Mountain to observe the ceremony. Over there, someone had just become a Golden Elixir Earth Immortal. As the elder of the Mountain Gate Ancestral Master Hall, the old woman angrily ordered the woman not to climb the mountain and only allowed her to wait at the foot of Yunxia Mountain. In her words, the old woman seemed to favor the man. If there hadn't been an outsider present, I believe the old woman wouldn't have ended up cursing "Hu Mei Zi".

As soon as the old woman left, the man was a talkative man, and the woman quickly turned from tears into laughter. The woman's smiling face after the rain was like the sky after the rain, the most infatuated and moving.

Chen Pingan sighed softly, never shifting his gaze, just looking at the sky with a thin moon and stars.

After the men and women returned to their respective houses, another person came to the boat railing and was in despair. After secretly complaining to the elders of the master, he didn’t know whether it was guilt or guilt, but he lay on the railing and stared blankly. against the night sky.

The man suddenly turned his head and said, "I advise you not to talk too much."

Time is a long river, the flow is endless, and there are many passers-by in life.

Chen Pingan ignored the threat of the young immortal master.

The man was furious, "Are you deaf?!"

Chen Pingan nodded gently, "Yes, I am deaf."

Then The man was stunned and said sternly: "Are you looking for death?!"

Chen Ping'an said slowly: "Are you stupid to chat with a deaf man?"

The man was so angry that he took big steps. He was walking forward, only halfway through, when he suddenly stopped. Thinking of the teachings of his masters and the rumors in the world, the young man gave up on his impulsiveness.

Just like this, he seemed to be too fierce and arrogant. The young monk was hesitant, not knowing whether to continue to verbally provoke or just leave, out of sight and out of mind.

Chen Pingan asked: "If you really succeed in breaking up the pair of mandarin ducks, do you think you can win the heart of the beauty? Or do you think that even taking a step back and embracing the beauty is enough?"< /p>

The young monk remained silent.

Chen Pingan sat up, turned around and said with a smile: "She is your senior sister, right? Then the man your senior sister likes, and the man who likes her, don't seem to be good things. You said such a woman, Is it miserable? Or can you wait and wait for the day when your senior sister is let down and her heart is broken, and then you can take advantage of it and then abandon her as your revenge?"

The young monk doubles his fistsClenching tightly, veins pop out.

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "If you look closely at the human heart, it is really boring. No wonder you monks on the mountain should always ask yourself, in your heart, if crops don't grow, weeds will grow."

The young monk's eyes changed slightly.

Judging from his tone, this person is not a monk?

Is he just a swordsman?

Then he just glanced at the man, and for a moment, it was as if a basin of cold water was poured on his head, it was extremely weird.

The young monk left in a hurry, not caring about face or shame. Anyway, after this farewell, they were destined to never see each other again.

Chen Pingan took a deep breath. After Shu Jian Lake, the cracking method he came up with was still of little use. At that time, Cui Cheng made it clear that the inner demons of human beings are not divided into good and evil, which is the most terrifying thing. What is even more terrifying, in Cui Cheng’s words, is that Chen Ping’an has a very good memory and is too accustomed to detailing details. , no matter how cheap you got in the past, you will have to suffer a lot in the future.

Water blockage is worse than water blockage.

I really want to go to Beiju Luzhou early.

(End of this chapter)