Chapter 492: The old fox from Xishan marries a girl indiscriminately

Having just returned with his sword, Chen Ping'an deliberately took off a little higher than when he was chasing Fan Yunluo. As expected, the golden elixir ghost who was named in White Cage City quickly took the lead and left.

It’s not that Chen Ping’an didn’t want to pay a price and tried to finish it all in one pot, at least he should have fought for a while. He was originally going to Qinglu Town on this trip, and these evil things were running around in the south of the Ghost Valley. It is Chen Ping'an's first choice.

But the emergence of Pu Chun, the lord of Bailong City, made Chen Pingan change his mind. The text recording this heroic spirit in the "Anxiety Collection" is almost cumbersome, one after another, no sparing of pen and ink. When Chen Pingan first read this book, he almost thought that the author of the "Anxiety Collection" was the master writer of the Pima Sect. The monk is an admirer of Pu Chun.

The beautiful words in the book, which seemed to have the smell of blood between the lines, did not affect Chen Ping's decision. What really made Chen Ping peaceful were four words, the peak of Nascent Soul.

Since the other party finally showed up in person but did not choose to take action, Chen Pingan was willing to take a step back.

Chen Pingan looked at the jade-like white bones all over the ground, no less than twenty sets, killed by the Sword Immortal and Chu Yiwu. The ghostly souls of these greasy-skinned city women had long since dissipated, reduced to this The yin essence of the small world.

Chen Ping'an was about to collect these bones into something close at hand, when he suddenly frowned, and the sword fairy was about to leave. However, after thinking about it for a while, he still paused for a moment and collected most of the bones. After putting it away, there were only six or seven shining white bones left in the forest. Then he wielded the sword very quickly and left Crow Ridge as quickly as possible.

Seeing the two figures on the narrow path in the distance, Chen Pingan breathed a sigh of relief, but still felt uneasy. He sheathed his sword, put on his bamboo hat, and let it fall to the ground in a secluded place. On the road, they stood there and waited quietly for the Taoist couple to approach. The man and woman also saw Chen Pingan, and just like before, they planned to go out of the path and pretended to be looking for some herbs, rocks and soil that could be exchanged for money, but they found The young ranger just took off his bamboo hat and did not move. The couple looked at each other and felt helpless, so they had no choice but to walk back to the road, with the man in front and the woman behind, and walked towards Chen Ping'an together. It is a blessing, not a curse, but it is a disaster that cannot be avoided. I silently prayed to Master Sanqing for protection.

After the Taoist couple approached, Chen Pingan held a bamboo hat in one hand and pointed to the dense forest behind him with the other, and said: "Just now in Crow Ridge, I had a fierce fight with a group of evil spirits. Although We narrowly succeeded, but there were so many escaping ghosts that we had a deadly feud with them, and a fight would inevitably follow. If you are not afraid of being implicated by me and want to continue traveling north, you must be more careful."

Then. The two Taoists looked at each other with miserable expressions.

The toll paid by the archway building is five pieces of snow per person, which is okay, but rootless duckweed wild cultivators like the couple are not those who are good at ghost ways. A Qi practitioner who has entered the Ghost Valley, and is consuming spiritual energy all the time. Not only is it physically and mentally difficult, he even bought a bottle of expensive elixirs for this purpose, just to be able to go as far as possible in the Ghost Valley. some, in some inaccessible placesThe place can be replenished by windfalls, otherwise if it is just for stability, it should choose the road to Lanshe Town that was ruined by the predecessors.

As long as they can become monks and set foot on the road to immortality, some people will be fools, especially if they are wild cultivators who make money, it is not an exaggeration to describe them as exhausting their efforts and exhausting all their mechanisms.

The couple's faces were pale, and the young woman tugged at the man's sleeves, "Forget it, it's destiny. It's better to practice slower than to die."

The man shook his head, He held the woman's hand with his backhand and said softly: "You can't wait any longer. The water is full and the moon is full. If you delay it any longer, it will only harm you, and a good thing will turn into a disaster."

The man was relaxed. He opened her hand, faced Chen Pingan, with firm eyes, clasped his fists and thanked: "On the road of cultivation, there are many unforeseen circumstances. Since the two of us are in a low realm, we can only resign ourselves to fate. I really can't blame the master. Zhuo Jing and I still want to thank you. Mr. Guo's kind reminder."

Chen Pingan asked: "This lady is about to enter the cave realm, but due to her unstable foundation, she needs to rely on fairy money and magic weapons to increase the possibility of breaking through? ”

The woman sighed softly.

The man nodded and said: "Young master, it is true."

Chen Ping'an asked: "I would like to ask, how big is the gap?"

The man said helplessly : "For our couple, the number is huge, otherwise we wouldn't have taken this trip to the Ghost Valley. We really had to bite the bullet and break through the ghost gate."

Chen Pingan asked tentatively: "How many gods are missing? Money?”

The man hesitated and said with a bitter look on his face: “To be honest, the two of us traveled to dozens of countries in the past few years and chose from thousands of places before settling on a fairy shop west of Skeleton Beach. , I have chosen a natal artifact that is most suitable for my humble Jing refining. It is already the most reasonable price. It still costs 800 snow coins. This is because of the bodhisattva's heart, the owner of the shop, who is willing to keep that completely useless item. As for the unsaleable spiritual weapon, we as a couple only need to collect enough fairy money within five years to buy it at any time. We are both casual cultivators in the Five Realms. We have traveled to the markets of various countries in the past few years and are willing to make any money. , but because of my lack of ability, I still lacked five hundred snow coins."

The woman felt miserable.

Actually, my husband still has something to say, which is really hard to say. This time, in order to earn five hundred snow coins to enter the Ghost Valley, the bottle of elixir used to replenish qi cost more than a hundred snow coins.

The money they earned during their trip just now is worth the money of a piece of snow.

How can it be so easy to earn money in Ghost Valley?

They saw that the young ranger in blue shirt with the sword on his back seemed to be hesitating about something. He stretched out his hand to hold down the scarlet wine bottle on his waist. He must be thinking about something.

The couple stopped talking about anything, so as not to be suspected of complaining. On the way to practice, the wild cultivator met a higher-level god. It was a great blessing that both parties could live in peace. Expect more. After many years of wandering around the mountains and rivers and lakes, these Taoist couples were used to wild cultivators.I have seen so many scenes of violent death that I have lost even the sadness of the death of a rabbit or a fox.

When the young ranger raised his head, the couple felt tense.

Chen Ping'an asked: "I entered the Ghost Valley this time for experience. I had no intention of seeking money at first, so I didn't bring anything to hold anything with me. I never thought of going to Crow Ridge before. I was besieged by fierce ghosts for no reason. Although the consequences are endless, it can be considered a small gain. Do you think this will work? You and your wife happen to be carrying a big box. Even if you help me take away the bones, I will do it. I guess you can sell a few Xiaoshu money no matter what. At Naiheguan market, you can sell the bones first and then wait for me for a month. If you wait for me, you can share 20% of the profit. If I don't If you show up, then you don’t have to wait for me. No matter how much money is sold, it will be the private property of you and your wife."

The woman was stunned, and when she was about to speak, the man held her hand. , clenched tightly, and cut off the conversation, "Master, have you ever thought about it, if we sold the bones, got the snow and spent money, and walked away, wouldn't you be worried?"

Chen Ping'an laughed? He said: "Since I dare to do this business, am I afraid that I won't find you two wild cultivators afterwards?"

The man asked again, "Why don't you just leave the Ghost Valley with us? We are the couple." I'll work as a porter for the young master and earn some hard-earned money, as long as I don't lose money. The young master can also sell the bones himself."

Chen Ping'an frowned and said, "I said that the trip to the Ghost Valley is for training. Cultivation is not about seeking wealth. If you are worried about traps, let it go."

The man glanced at the dense forest in the distance and said with a loud voice: "Then I will go to Crow Mountain with you. If you miss such a wonderful thing like a windfall, you will be punished by God. Just be careful, sir. The two of us will definitely wait at the Naiheguan market for a full month!"

Man! Not allowing his wife to refuse, he asked her to take off the big box, carry one in each hand, and follow Chen Ping'an to Crow Ridge.

When he saw the five white bones in excellent condition, he was dumbfounded and carefully packed them into wooden boxes.

The young man wearing a bamboo hat squatted not far away and looked at some rusty armor weapons.

In the end, when the pair of Taoists each carried a heavy box on their backs and walked on the path back, they both felt as if they were in another world and couldn't believe it.

The man was silent for a long time and grinned: "It's like a dream."

The woman whispered: "Is there really such a good thing in the world?"

The man looked back. Go, the figure of the man has long disappeared. After turning around, he comforted: "Exalted people act unexpectedly, just treat it as if we have met the Sword Immortal."

The man gradually came back to his senses and lowered his voice. He said in a loud voice: "Think about it, how many wild cultivators in Shanze dare to say, 'How can they sell it for a few summer coins'? Can we say it in such a tone? Even if we bite the bullet and pretend to be garlic, how can we compete with this person?" Does this young master say it is so natural? I guess this person must be a direct disciple of those Zongzitou Xianfu, and he is definitely not one of us.Ye Xiu, who began to guess, could be so generous and act in such a heroic style. And the words that threaten us, listen, the keeper is a person with a family background

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The immortal master of human genealogy,"

The woman thought for a while and smiled softly, "Why do I think it was that young master who said some words to us on purpose.

The man grinned and said, "How can there be a cultivator who works so hard to be a good person? It's strange. Could it be that we burned incense devoutly at the Yaoyinghe Temple before and the spirit appeared?"

The woman smiled and said, "Who says it's not the case?" "

Chen Ping'an stood on a high branch, looking at the couple's retreating figures.

His eyes were warm, and he did not look away for a long time, leaning against the tree trunk. He took off his sword gourd and drank wine, then smiled and said: "Is City Lord Pu so carefree? In addition to owning the White Cage City, he also had to accept tribute from eight cities including the Southern Skin City. If the "Xinxin Collection" was written correctly, this year happened to be the period of money collection once every six months, so he should be very busy. "

The man in green clothes and white bones stood on a tree not far away and said with a smile: "A Bodhisattva's heart will not last long in the Ghost Valley. "

Chen Pingan asked: "I understand. I am curious about why I am clearly not a swordsman, but I can skillfully control the sword behind me. I want to see how much I have consumed my natal acupoints. Become spiritual energy? Only City Lord Pu can decide whether to take action? "

The city lord nodded and said: "I am a little disappointed. The spiritual energy has not been lost much. It seems to be a semi-immortal weapon that recognizes its master."

Chen Ping'an said doubtfully: "I am of such a low level, but I have such a good sword, City Lord Pu is really not tempted?" "

Because the Lord of Bailong City does not seem to have any murderous aura or intention.

Murderous aura is easy to hide, but murderous intention is hard to conceal.

The real name The Nascent Soul Heroic Spirits of the White Cage City in Puzhou were among the few Qi practitioners who watched the monks join the battlefield in the heart-wrenching melee between the nations. They were eventually killed by a group of earthly immortals from all over the world. Puzhou was not without a chance. Escape, but for some unknown reason, Pu Chun tried his best to retreat. There is no answer to this matter in the "Xinxin Ji". The writer even pretended to be serving his own interests and wrote a few digressions in the book, "I once entrusted Sect Leader Zhu to visit On the occasion of Bailong City, he personally asked Pu Lu, a Nascent Soul wild cultivator with great prospects, why he wanted to die on the battlefield at the foot of the mountain in the first place, but Pu Lu ignored him. It is a pity that the case has been pending for thousands of years. ”

These are naturally good words.

But there are also a lot of bad things about Pu Lu in the book.

For example, Pu Lu is domineering and unreasonable. Almost half of the sword cultivators who had experienced in Guixi Valley died in his hands. Many of them were young and proud men who came from the first-class immortal family's mansion. For this reason, they were the first-class sword masters in the south of Luzhou. The Zongzi head forces who were in charge of the Immortal also personally took action, went south to the Skeleton Beach, and visited the White Cage City with their swords. Both sides suffered losses. The Jade Pu Realm Sword Immortal almost fell directly, when he broke through the sky barrier with his flying sword., was insidiously attacked by the Lord of Jingguan City, and was almost killed on the spot. The self-defense treasure passed down from generation to generation by the ancestral hall on the Sword Immortal was destroyed and abandoned. To make matters worse, the losses were extremely heavy. This was because Pu Jian did not take the opportunity to beat up the drowned dog, otherwise the ghosts would Gu may have an unprecedented upper-level fifth-level sword immortal Yin spirit.

Not only that, Pu Chuan also took the initiative to fight with the two sect leaders of Pima Sect several times. Zhu Quan's realm was damaged and he was unable to reach the upper five realms. Pu Chun was the number one hero of Guixi Valley.

Of course, after Pu Chun went through those few deadly battles, he completely cut off the chance of reaching the Jade Pu Realm, and suffered even greater losses.

At this moment, Pu Chuan glanced at the sword behind Chen Pingan, "Swordsman?"

Chen Pingan nodded.

Pu Jian asked: "Then why do you ask this? Are swordsmen in this world only allowed to be done by living people? The dead have no chance."

Chen Pingan was at a loss at first, and then Relieved, he cupped his fists and saluted.

Pu Zhuan tugged at the corners of his mouth, laughed it off, and then disappeared.

After Chen Pingan left Crow Ridge, he continued to travel north along the "Official Road" in the Ghost Valley. However, as long as there is a forked path next to the road, he must walk on it until the road ends. , it may be a deep stream hidden among the mountains, or it may be a cliff. As expected of the Ghost Valley, there are mysteries hidden everywhere. When Chen Pingan was on the bank of the mountain stream, he noticed that there was an aquatic creature lurking at the bottom of the stream, lurking in the water. However, Chen Pingan squatted by the river, took a handful of water to wash his face, and hid the people under the water. The monster still had its temper and did not choose to sneak out of the water to attack Chen Pingan. Since the other party was cautious, Chen Pingan did not take the initiative.

As for the side of the cliff where the twin mountains confront each other, there is an iron cable bridge hanging. The wooden boards have long since decayed, and only the iron chains are left swaying slightly in the wind. For Qi practitioners and pure martial artists, walking is a difficult task. It was not difficult, but Chen Ping'an could see that in the center of the iron cable bridge, not only was a large black python as thick as a log as the pillar wrapped around it, gently spitting out messages, but there was also an extremely wide spider web erected not far away from the python, specifically for hunting mountain animals. Asuka, the spider's charming head was only the size of a fist, and it had successfully transformed into a woman's face.

If Taoist monks traveled here and saw this scene, they might take action to slay demons and accumulate moral virtue.

But for Chen Pingan, even if the demons here want to eat someone and commit evil, they have to be met by someone.

Chen Pingan walked into the deep mountains and old forests along the forked road again this time. At the foot of a high mountain, he encountered a dilapidated building that looked like a pavilion and a small temple. There was no record in the book that Chen Pingan planned to rest for a while. , and then go hiking. The small temple is unknown, but this mountain is quite famous. According to "Xinxin Ji", the mountain is called Baojing Mountain. There is a mountain stream on the mountainside. It is said that in ancient times, an immortal traveled around the world and encountered the Thunder God and the Lightning Mother. A group of gods moved the clouds and caused rain, and the immortal accidentally left behind a bright mirror, a treasure of the immortal family. The mountain stream was formed by the mirror falling to the ground.

The Pima Sect monks speculated on this ancient treasure in the bookThe mirror is very likely to be a rare and rare treasure that is a magic weapon in terms of quality but also contains amazing blessings.

Chen Pingan wanted to take a look. Anyway, when traveling in Ghost Valley, there was no detour. Chen Pingan used to be very accepting of fate and was sure that nothing good would happen to him. But now that has changed. Many of them are just opportunities like the Mural City Goddess Tianguan Tu, which he still can't touch. As for the rest, the ownerless things in the secret fairyland, the heavenly materials and earthly treasures that came into being, Chen Pingan wants to try his luck.

Chen Pingan lit a bonfire in the ruined temple. The fire glowed with a faint green color, like a will-o'-the-wisp in a tomb.

Chen Pingan was eating dry food when he noticed a short old man walking on the path outside holding a wooden stick with a gourd hanging on it. Chen Pingan was eating dry food by himself without saying hello.

The old man stood at the door of the small temple and asked with a smile: "Master, are you planning to go to the deep stream in Baojing Mountain?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Exactly.

The old man said with emotion: "Sir, I am not just pretending to be shocking, that place is really dangerous. Although it is called a stream, it is actually deep, steep and wide, as big as a lake, and the water is so clear that you can see the bottom." , probably true to that sentence, when the water is clear, there will be no fish, and there will be no fish swimming in the stream. Birds, snakes, pythons, foxes, dogs, and animals do not dare to come here to drink water. Birds often cast their Over time, there was a saying that the bottom of the lake was full of bones. In addition to birds and animals, there were also many practitioners who did not believe in evil and died while watching the lake. p>

Chen Ping'an asked with a smile: "How dare I ask the old gentleman, do you want me to go see the lake, or do you want me to just turn around and return?"

"What do you think, Master?"< /p>

The old man said doubtfully: "I naturally hope that the young master will not take risks to enjoy the scenery. Since the young master is a cultivator and has never seen any magnificent scenery in the sky and on the earth, why should he take risks for a mountain stream? For thousands of years, not only the monks of the Pima Sect have been unable to find out the answer to the mystery, but also the many land gods who have entered this mountain have never taken away the opportunity. The young master is from a wealthy family at first glance, and the son of a rich man cannot sit down in the hall. This is what the old man said, otherwise he will not be able to find out the answer. I will be misunderstood by the young master."

Chen Pingan glanced at the wooden stick with a few green buds in the old man's hand and asked: "Is the old man the land master here?"

The old man held a stick in one hand and stroked his beard with the other and said with a smile: "Among the mountains in Guixi Valley, there is no such thing as a land lord, but there are indeed some land lords. The old man stepped on dog shit and was able to be among them. I, a little The land in Baojing Mountain is half as light as the grains of rice, but those heroic masters who occupy the huge towns in the high city to eat incense and eat Qi are the brilliance of the sun and the moon."

Chen Pingan asked: "I dare to ask the old gentleman. Who is your true identity?"

The old man puffed his beard and glared, and said angrily: "You are such a young boy, so ignorant of etiquette. In the dynasty of the market, even the monks don't talk about their fame and longevity. As a cultivator, you , Mountains and rivers meet gods, how can you ask about the past life! I think you are definitely not a genealogy master. Why, little wild cultivator, you can't survive outside, so you come to our Ghost Valley, come here.I, the Treasure Mirror Mountain, exchange my life for blessings? If you die, you will be defeated, but if you don't die, you will get rich?

The old man shook his head, turned and left, "It seems that there will be another corpse at the bottom of the mountain stream." ”

The gourd tied to the head of the staff looked as green as if it had just been picked from the vine.

Chen Pingan stretched out his hand to warm himself over the fire and smiled.

Professed The old man from the Landlord of Baojing Mountain,

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Those tricks and deceitful tricks are really like leaks from all sides and are not worth mentioning.

It was difficult to find the wooden stick that looked like a dead tree still sprouting green buds in spring, and the green gourd that exuded the fragrance of the mountains.

But the smell of fox in the old man was still hidden. It's not a good result, and in the vast world, it is an iron rule that fox spirits in the world cannot become mountain gods.

Chen Pingan guessed that the true identity of this old fox should be the Hebo god of that mountain stream. I hope that I will accidentally fall into the lake and die, but I am also afraid that if I take away the opportunity of the treasure mirror, it will lose the foundation of the road, so I came here to confirm it with my own eyes. Of course, the old fox may also be someone from Baojing Mountain. The gods of mountains and rivers are helpers. However, there are not many records about the gods of Ghost Valley. They only say that their number is rare. Generally, only the heroic spirits of the city lords are considered half. The remaining ghosts in the mountains and rivers "canonized" themselves are too much. The name is not justified.

Chen Ping'an was drinking wine.

I saw the old fox coming outside the ruined temple again and said with an embarrassed look: "You must have seen through the old man. Identity, this little trick is ridiculous. Indeed, the old man is the old fox of Xishan. In fact, Baojing Mountain has never had any landscape gods such as land and river gods. Lao Chan has been growing up and cultivating in the Baojing Mountain area since he was a child, and he does rely on the aura of the mountain stream. However, there is a girl at Lao Chan's knees. On the day she transformed into a human form and attained enlightenment, she once made a vow that no matter whether it is a practitioner or a ghost, as long as it is She would marry anyone who could swim in the mountain stream and take out the golden hairpin that she accidentally dropped into the water when she was young.

The old man sighed and said: "I have been waiting for hundreds of years. My poor daughter was born with such beauty and beauty. I don't know how many ghosts nearby have tried to propose marriage to me, but they have all been rejected. I have already offended her." I am very unhappy, because if this continues, I will not be able to hang out in the Baojing Mountain area, so when I saw the handsome young master today, I thought that if the young master could take out the golden hairpin, I would be able to save myself this trouble. Big heart disease. As for whether the young master should take my little girl with him after taking out the golden hairpin when he leaves the Ghost Valley, I have no control over it. I am willing to sleep and fly with her. As for treating her as a concubine or a maid, I don't even care. Mind you, we Xishan Fox Clan never care about these human etiquette.

Chen Pingan waved his hands and said: "I don't care what your plans are. Don't get involved again. How many times have you made things superfluous?" How about I help you count them? "

The old man asked tentatively: "Is this the old man who went too far again about the golden hairpin? "

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "What do you think? ”

The old man beat his chest and feet, turned away angrily, suddenly stopped and turned around, and said bitterly: "How come you people outside are so treacherous and hard to deceive?! Is it possible that there are liars hiding outside the Ghost Valley?"

The old man glanced at the dry food in Chen Pingan's hand and began to curse: "He is also a poor guy! If you want money but no money, and if you want looks but no looks, how can my daughter like you? Get out of here, you stinky You don’t need anything, but you still dare to come to Baojing Mountain to hunt for treasure..."

Chen Pingan raised the few dry food left in his hand and said with a smile: "I will settle the score with you after I finish eating."< /p>

The old Xishan fox quickly ran away.

Chen Pingan ate dry food, rested for a while, extinguished the bonfire, sighed, picked up a piece of firewood that had not yet been burned, and walked out of the ruined temple. In the distance, a woman in red and green swayed. It was just that she was skinny. The key was that Chen Ping'an immediately recognized "her" true identity. It was the old Xishan fox who had hidden the wooden staff and gourd. He stopped being polite and threw away The piece of firewood in his hand just happened to hit the forehead of the old Xishan fox whose blindness and disguise skills were far inferior to Zhu Lian's face. He flew backwards like a kite with its string cut off. He twitched twice and fainted. After death, you should not be able to wake up for a while.

Chen Pingan, who finally had some quiet time, slowly climbed the mountain. When he arrived near the mountain stream, he was stunned for a moment. Are you still coming? Still lingering?

Without saying anything, Chen Pingan stretched out his hand to grab the stone, weighed the weight of the stone in his hand, and threw it away with a little more force. He was still soft-hearted at the ruined temple at the foot of the mountain.

There was a woman by the mountain stream with her back to Chen Pingan, sitting cross-legged sideways on a snow-white stone cliff. A pair of embroidered shoes were neatly placed beside her. She held a small green umbrella diagonally and twisted it gently. Turn the umbrella handle,

If it weren't for the disgusting scene before, just looking at this picture, Chen Pingan would definitely not take action directly.

As a result, Chen Pingan's stone directly penetrated the small green umbrella, hit his head, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Chen Ping'an was quite particular. He didn't hit the back of the head directly, otherwise he would have fallen directly into this weird mountain stream. Instead, he only hit the guy so hard that he fell to the ground and fainted, but he didn't fall into the water. middle.

Chen Pingan ignored the old Xishan fox.

Take a deep breath, walk carefully to the water's edge, and look at it intently. The water in the mountain stream is indeed deep and steep, but crystal clear. There are only rugged white bones at the bottom of the water, and a few glimmers of light, most of which are The spiritual treasures carried by the Qi practitioners have been washed away by water for thousands of years, and the spiritual energy has been eroded until only this little light remains. It is estimated that it is a magic weapon, but it may not be worth more than a spiritual weapon now.

Chen Pingan was lucky and wanted to follow those light spots to find if there were one or two magical artifacts belonging to the five elements of water. Once they fell to the bottom of this mountain stream, their quality might be polished. better.

However, Chen Pingan is always wary of this Soul-Jining Stream. After all, there areCreatures like the weirdness of drowning themselves.

Chen Ping'an suddenly turned his head and saw a short old man running out of the woods holding a wooden stick and a gourd tied to it. He ran all the way to the water's edge, wailing about my poor daughter, what's the matter? She died here before she even got married.

Chen Pingan has a headache.

Chen Pingan looked up at a jagged snow-white rock cliff on the other side of the deep stream. A man in ragged clothes sat inside, stretching, and then he saw him swaggering to the water's edge and sitting down. He stepped down, put his feet into the water, and laughed loudly: "The white clouds are like a high crown when I enter the green mountains. I wear a robe and the green water is like a shoe on my feet. I am not a god, who is a god?"

The man leaned forward, put his hands into the water, glanced at Chen Ping'an, and then turned his head. The old fox from Xishan smiled and said: "Don't worry, your daughter just fainted. This person's attack was too light and soft, which made me shameless to do the heroic thing of saving the beauty. Otherwise, you, a despicable old fox, really want to There is a new son-in-law who will be riding a dragon. It’s hard to believe that Pu Chuan will make friends with you, and even Jingguan City will invite you to be a guest.”

The daughter in the old fox’s arms woke up quietly. , frowned blankly.

The old fox almost burst into tears with excitement, and said in a trembling voice: "It scares me to death. If you, my daughter, are gone, then your future son-in-law's betrothal gift will be gone."

Then. The girl pursed her lips and smiled. She had long been accustomed to her old father's calculations. What's more, the mountain spirits and ghosts are completely different from the human ethics and teachings of the secular market.

Chen Pingan turned to look at the old fox and said, "This girl, I'm sorry."

The girl turned her head, as if she was shy and timid by nature and didn't dare When she saw someone, not only that, she also covered her face with one hand and picked up the small green umbrella with an extra hole in it with the other hand, and then she breathed a sigh of relief.

The old fox pushed away the obstructive green umbrella, stretched his neck, faced the young bastard wearing a bamboo hat, and shouted heartbreakingly: "Is it enough to just say I'm sorry? I My daughter is so beautiful that even one black hair is a big loss, let alone giving you such a heavy blow, you have to pay for it! At least five... No, it must be ten pieces of snow money!"

Chen Pingan gently threw ten snow coins, but his eyes remained on the man opposite.

The old fox from Xishan seemed to be grabbed by the neck, caught the handful of snow coins, held them in his hands, and looked down with complicated eyes.

The man opposite who was still splashing water to wash his face looked up and said with a smile: "Look at what I do, I have no intention of killing you."

Chen Pingan said with a smile: "Then That's fine."

The man pointed at the girl holding the green umbrella and said to Chen Ping'an: "But it won't be good if you snatch her from me.Said. "

Chen Pingan shook his head, too lazy to speak.

But at this moment, a girl's voice, as thin as a mosquito's fly, softly overflowed from the small green umbrella, "Dare you Ask the young master's name? Why did you hit me with stones? Have you ever seen a golden hairpin underwater?

The old fox from Xishan suddenly said loudly: "Two paupers, whoever is rich is my son-in-law!" ”

Chen Ping ignored it.

The man bent over and sat by the water, holding his chin in one hand, his eyes wandering on the small green umbrella and the bamboo hat.

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