Chapter 493: Thousands of mountains and rivers, a bright moon

The man who had been sleeping soundly in the depression of the rock cliff in this stream shook his sleeves casually, and the mountain stream water was like snow-white beads falling into the water. He asked with a smile: "Young Master, what happened now? Tell me?"

Chen Ping'an said: "I don't have any money, so I won't argue with you."

The man looked overjoyed and nodded: "Then I will accept your favor."< /p>

The old Xishan fox was not happy anymore. He poked the ground hard with his wooden stick, and then stretched out two spread fingers, just pointing at Chen Pingan and the ragged man respectively. "The old man said, who has the money?" Whoever wants to be my son-in-law has no mercy at all! You, a young man wearing a bamboo hat, spend a lot of money. I have deliberately tested your character again and again, but you have passed the test. So far, the only difference is that there is no accident. The rice is cooked, you should cherish it!"

"If my daughter follows you, she will probably have enough food and clothing in her life, and she may be as good as Fan Yunluo in the city with greasy skin. Those female officials below are more like rich ladies. As for the beggar, who has been drinking the northwest wind here for several months, what kind of bird is he doing? The old man feels like a mirror, and the whole world is not as big as his tone. No, my daughter was born to enjoy a life of happiness and cannot bear hardships. I will never watch my precious daughter jump into a pit of fire!"

Chen Ping'an has opened his eyes. He has traveled to various places over the years and has seen a lot of things! I've seen mountain gods get married, I've seen fox charms deceive scholars, and I've even seen city gods take concubines, but I've never seen such a random marriage of a girl.

The unattractive and ragged man said helplessly: "My father-in-law, I don't have any money. I don't even have a piece of snow to spend. It's hard for my son-in-law to lie to you. But before I came to this ghost valley, I really didn't have any money." , I made a big deal, and as a last resort, I sold an arsenal nearby, along with the fairy money and many magic weapons inside, at a discount, but I’m actually not poor.”

Old Fox. Angry, he knocked the ground hard several times with his wooden stick and shouted at the top of his lungs: "You're here to deceive me again! Get out of here, you old man's dog eyes only care about money!"

Chen Ping'an took out the money! A handful of snow is spent, "I only have this little fairy money."

The old fox in Xishan said sickly: "You kid talks in a roundabout way, and I can't tell whether it's true or not. , But it doesn’t matter, it’s better than that beggar. Your son-in-law is yours! From now on, the success of our Xishan Fox Clan will depend on you. You can do more while you are young and strong. By the way, my daughter, Her name is Wei Taizhen, her maiden name, and she also has a younger brother, Wei Gaowu, who is not talented. He becomes a family when he enters a house. Remember to take more care of your brother-in-law in the future. When we leave the Ghost Valley together in the future, if you have the opportunity to help He married seventeen or eight immortal women..."

But Chen Ping'an reached out to the man.

The man smiled knowingly and said: "You can lend me these fairy money, but it's better to give them to me. In this way, I will be rich."

Old Fox Eyes Turn around, could it be that the helper invited by the beggar teamed up to kidnap his daughter?

The girl hiding behind the small green umbrella asked timidly: "Master, I justLet me ask you one thing, have you ever seen a golden hairpin under the water? "

Chen Pingan shook his head and said frankly: "I have never seen it. "

The girl sighed quietly, stood up slowly, her figure was graceful, her face was still lowered and hidden deep in the green umbrella. It was a cute little umbrella like its owner, with a hole the size of a stone, which somewhat ruined the scenery. The girl's voice is actually cold and cold, but she naturally has a charming charm. This is probably the magical power of foxiness in the world, "Young master, don't blame my father, just listen to it as a joke. "

The girl tugged at the old fox's sleeve and said softly: "Dad, let's go. "

The old man gave the young man wearing a bamboo hat a hard look. He looked more and more like a liar. He snorted coldly, "Marriage is not a trivial matter. Let's discuss it later." ”

The old fox from Xishan hurried away with the girl holding the umbrella.

Due to the messy steps, the green gourd hanging on the wooden stick was dangling.

As soon as the old and young fox demons left, the mountain stream quickly returned to silence.

The birds disappeared, the landscape was quiet, and the tranquility actually revealed a lifeless silence.

Chen Ping'an. He put away the handful of snow money and put it into his sleeve.

The man smiled and said, "I, Yang Chongxuan, owe you half a favor. "

Chen Pingan shook his head, "No need to be so polite. I just thought it would be better to do less than to do more. ”

The man said nothing more. He was probably too hungry and had no energy left. He found a slightly flat rock cliff and lay down in a daze.

Chen Pingan took off his bamboo hat. Staring at the lights in the mountain stream that are like fireflies on a summer night.

Since I came to Baojing Mountain, of course I came here for the opportunity and the magic weapon. Although the hope is not high, everything depends on man-made things. There are those lucky fortunes that come to you instantly, but in the end they are very few. Most of them are the ways to make money as wild cultivators. Swallows chew mud and ants move. Once you are lucky enough to encounter a real opportunity to cultivate, it is also a crisis and a blessing. Due to the coexistence of fate, we need to be cautious and maybe even risk our lives.

Just like the pair of Lower Five Realm Taoists who should be in the Naiheguan Market now, they went to Crow Ridge to pick up. After a lot of hard work, I actually couldn’t earn a single piece of snow.

If you go further to Qinglu Town in the north, you might both die. You are worthy of your status as a Taoist monk. A pair of desperate mandarin ducks

As for the name "Yang Chongxuan", Chen Ping'an went through it in his mind without any memory. There is no record in "Xinxin Collection", so he will just write it down for now.

It shouldn't be the heroic spirit city lord here in Ghost Valley, or a powerful Yin spirit in Bailong City who doesn't listen to orders.

It must be a strange person who comes here to experience. Stranger.

As for his cultivation, it should not be underestimated.

Because Chen Pingan cannot see his roots and depth at all.

The old man in black robe who walked through the archway was restrained and his true spirit was hidden deep. Chen Pingan still guessed that he was an Earth Immortal Sword Cultivator who was at least in the Golden Core Realm.

Of course it was bigger.It is possible that Yang Chongxuan is simply a pseudonym.

Chen Ping'an's fear of Pu Chun in White Cage City was mostly due to the fact that his cultivation level was too high.

But for some reason, this Yang Chongxuan brought more dangerous aura to Chen Pingan than Pu Chun.

This is definitely not because Yang Chongxuan's realm is higher than that of Pu Chun, who is at the peak of Nascent Soul.

Even though Chen Ping'an couldn't see through the depth of this person, he vaguely felt that Yang Chongxuan still lacked "a little bit of meaning" compared to Pu Chun, who seemed to be one with heaven and earth. On the road of cultivation, this is often the case A natural chasm.

The man who called himself Yang Chongxuan was lying on the other side with his legs crossed and said with a smile: "If you came here for the biggest opportunity in Baojing Mountain, I advise you to forget it. Watching the water to find treasures, I also advise you to stop. If you watch it for a long time, your soul will suddenly tremble at a certain moment, you can't help yourself, and your mind will be unstable. Your soul will leave your body, like water flowing down a mountain stream. It will be difficult to take it back. But in this During the process, under the realm of earthly immortals, I will be completely unaware of these secrets about how Baojing Mountain silently eats people's souls, and I will pay off half of the favor I owed you."

This mountain stream was created by a treasure mirror falling to the ground. This is the statement made by Pima Sect's "Xinxinji" on purpose to deceive people. It is not that those old antiques who dealt with dead people and underworld weapons were worried that outsiders would steal the opportunity. Not to mention that this thing is hard to find, ordinary monks who go into the mountains to hunt for treasures can easily end up with the same fate as the birds, beasts, and skeletons under the water. They become the essence of the mountains and rivers. Not only that, half of the souls of the earthly immortals and others will also be detained. There is no escape from the water. After the remaining half of the soul is transferred to reincarnation, even if it can be reincarnated and continue to be a human being, for Qi practitioners, having a mutilated soul is a taboo.

"As for why I can practice here, I naturally came prepared."

Yang Chongxuan said half of the sentence, but if he said too much, he probably became suspicious. He waved a Legs, he said lazily: "I am an unstable person. I like to learn a little bit of everything and be miscellaneous but not master."

After hearing this, Chen Pingan withdrew his eyes and put on his hat again.

I plan to leave Baojing Mountain right now.

The treasures of heaven, materials and earth that arise as the times require, the exotic flowers and plants in the secret realm of the fairy mountain, must be obtained in a proper way and with a skill.

Who is in which place, what solar term is the time, what method is used, and what secret treasure is carried to carry it, all linked together.

High level is far from enough to decide everything.

There is a clear record in "Xinxin Ji" that the lord of Xianci City is bound to seize the opportunity of Baojing Mountain, but he has spent hundreds of years and still cannot crack it. The ghosts in their own city also borrowed more than a thousand ghosts from the three nearby cities that had good relations with each other, and borrowed a group of talisman warriors from Baicong City Pu'an who were specially used to open peaks and move mountains, and tried to directly move Baojing Mountain away. , to move the entire mountain to Xianci City, but it consumes countless manpower and material resources, and in the end it is still nothing.

MirrorThis shows how elusive the blessing of mountains is.

If you want to get the right eye on the mural of the Heavenly Official and Goddess of the City, you probably have to rely on fate.

But if you want to take away the precious mirror, you don’t even know what you need to rely on. The Pima Sect doesn’t know, and the Ghost Valley doesn’t know either.

But Chen Pingan quickly changed his mind and gave it a try.

Some deep-rooted old ideas need to be changed.

Don’t always feel like you can’t seize additional opportunities.

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The old fox from Xishan walked down Baojing Mountain, holding a staff in one hand and twirling his beard with the other, sighing all the way.

The girl was a little absent-minded.

The old man suddenly asked: "Too true, why not marry the ghost commander of Sandou City? That femininity is the number one general under the command of the Lord of Sandou City after all. It is different from ordinary fetuses. Compared with Those who often have bloody mouths, or have a jagged frame and no flesh, are still neatly born. In our place, it is not an exaggeration to say that they are handsome young people."

The girl frowned. exhibition.

The old man said helplessly: "Yes, the wandering Taoist said that your marriage must be a man who can see the golden hairpin in the deep stream. But how many years have passed? Two hundred years have passed. ? Three hundred years? In the market place outside Ghost Valley, at your age, it’s time for your grandchildren to get married and have children..."

The girl was bored and twisted the knob gently. The small green umbrella with a hole in it turned to look at the mountainside of Baojing Mountain and murmured: "Dad, don't rush your daughter. Just wait a few more years. If you still can't wait, my daughter will marry Then marry her."

The old man lamented, "Then you must marry a rich family. It's best not to be too arrogant. You must be filial and know how to treat your father-in-law well and generously. In addition to the betrothal gift, I should always be filial and respectful to my father-in-law, and you. Don’t become a splash after getting married. Whether dad can live a comfortable life for a few days in the rest of his life depends on you and his future son-in-law. ."

The girl hesitated for a moment and suddenly asked: "Dad, it's just like the ghost commander in Sandou City said, if your daughter marries him, the Lord of Sandou City can help you in Baojing Mountain. , build an ancestral temple, and be the water god who eats incense?”

The old man sneered and said: “I can’t believe what people say, let alone the lies told by ghosts. How valuable are the landscape gods of Ghost Valley? You have no idea? There are so many city lords in the north and south, but how many of them are there? Even though we are born with a golden body and become a mountain god, we never dare to hope for it. Who dares to disobey the rules of the Confucian saints? He's just a water god, he's pretty good at it. Unfortunately, dad knows his own weight and doesn't have that kind of luck. He secretly drinks some water magic from Baojing Mountain and relies on some stupid tricks. Increasing your cultivation level little by little is already the ultimate goal."

The girl smiled sweetly, "Dad, are you afraid that you will have to suffer the pain of 'shattering your bones and frying your soul' when you become a god?"

The old man is also a thick-skinned man, "That's natural, under the sunWhether it is living or dead animals, or we are the monsters of the mountains and rivers, we are all here to enjoy happiness. Why is it relatively simple for the heroes of the dynasty to become gods? It is because they have the protection of the country, merit and virtue, and the spirits and ghosts become gods. Why is it so dangerous? It is because they are far away from the world, cannot save their moral virtues, and have credit with God. Dad is here. In Ghost Valley, how many living people have you seen in your entire life? You have such a bad character, let alone trying to kill someone when you see one. He deceived so many Qi practitioners to go to the mountains and rivers to observe the water, causing them to lose their souls. For hundreds of years, Dad, every time during the Qingming Festival, he would go around Walking around Baojing Mountain, gathering soil and burning incense again and again, do you think it’s fun? This is what my father feels guilty about. "

The old man stamped his feet for no reason and said angrily: "My dear, you are so pretty, why do those city lords look down on you? Otherwise, let alone a sparrow turning into a phoenix, becoming the first wife of a certain city lord, or just being a favored concubine, dad and your unpromising younger brother would be able to flourish. Where is the need to nest in this indifferent Baojing Mountain, staring at big eyes and small eyes, eating and waiting to die? Let’s just talk about that big pervert in Fenlang City. Previously, he was clamoring to marry you to a matchmaker in a big sedan chair. How come he has become so stoic these years and is no longer tempted? ”

The girl looks a little innocent.

Can others force themselves to like her?

She has a pair of beautiful eyes.

The old fox is lamenting that the Xishan Fox Clan is dying day by day, and there are not many left.

I heard that there is a place in Aquarius Island where the fox tribe is prosperous, but the old fox firmly believes that his daughter will survive. Even if she goes there, she will definitely still be as stunning as Yan Jia.

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The white jade square at the entrance of the palace of the city lord is as bright as a mirror. The light shines brightly.

A girl clenched her hands in front of her chest. She frowned and pouted, looking at the badly damaged chariot.

It’s my grandma’s fault.

After escaping from death twice in a row, the lord of Skinny City was not at all happy, only sad.

Chapter 2 Once, she actually admitted that her skills were inferior to others. This was a common thing in Guixi Valley. Many city lords who had great fame in history were not as good as her now, working as cattle and horses for Bailong City and Xiangci City. , worse than chickens and dogs, chickens and dogs still dare to croak and bark at passers-by, do those big ghosts who have been city lords dare to do it now?

But the second time, it seems cloudy. The breeze is light and there is no trace of blood, but what worries Fan Yunluo the most

The favor he owes to the famous "Bone Sword Immortal" in Ghost Valley has always been repaid.

No exception.

Fan Yunluo sniffed, wiped her face, and walked around the baby carriage, touching and wiping here and there, feeling very distressed.

Fan Yunluo suddenly lost money with his forehead. The chariot crashed and banged

She exerted her strength.Dry howl.

Looking at the old woman who was lucky enough to return to the city alive, she felt increasingly guilty. At that time in Wuwu Ridge, she and those female ghosts in city palace costumes fled in all directions. Some of them were unlucky, and it rained all night, so they might as well have died under the sword of the young swordsman and given up to the golden elixir ghost. She was kidnapped with her men, and she hid quickly. Afterwards, she gathered a few greasy city female officials, which was a small way to make up for her mistake. But now seeing the appearance of the city lord, the old woman was a little worried. Seeing the city lord's attitude, she should Isn't it asking her to use her private money to repair this treasure chariot?

For a while, the old woman had the idea of ​​moving to another city.

In Ghost Valley, big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimps, and the shrimps at the bottom can only eat mud.

Once the situation of losing troops and generals occurs, the consequences will be unimaginable, and it will easily attract the covetousness of surrounding forces. Once several forces secretly form an alliance and swarm them, Skinny City is destined to fall apart.

Here, as long as it is a fight, the most taboo is to remain in a stalemate, or to kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred to oneself, because larger forces often take advantage of the situation and beat the two sides to life and death. Why bother to make wedding clothes for others? But once a certain city in Ghost Valley decides to take action, it will probably be after weighing all kinds of considerations before settling on the prey, so it is often a one-shot kill, which is a sure shot.

Although Fan Yunluo is a golden elixir cultivator, Skinny City still seems to be weak in power, so Fan Yunluo likes to make lies. For example, she half-hiddenly revealed that she has a very good relationship with the Pima Sect. He accepted a monk from the Patriarch Hall of the Pima Sect stationed in Qinglu Town as his adopted brother, but the old woman knew what he was talking about and was talking nonsense. If the other party was willing to nod his head, let alone a adopted brother of the same generation, he would have accepted him as his godfather. , even ancestor Fan Yunluo is willing. Fortunately, the monk devoted himself to asking questions and did not care about worldly affairs. In the Pima Sect, like Yang Lin in the mural city, he was a proud man with a promising future, and he was too lazy to bother with the skinny city.

This city of theirs is the lowest force among the cities in the south of Ghost Valley. The group of female ghosts brought to Crow Ridge are all Fan Yunluo's henchmen. This trip is really... It hurts the foundation of skin greasy city.

The White Lady has been seriously injured, ranging from a six-year-old to a hundred years. She can only lie half-dead in the pool. A loss of combat power is nothing. This White Lady is originally She is not known for her fighting prowess, but she is the mistress of the city lord of Fenlang City who is secretly kept outside. This is a fact known to everyone in the south of Guixi Valley, and it is not a secret. And the wife of the city lord is not only the same as the city lord. Lover, she is also really in charge of things. Fenlangcheng has always been extremely displeased with Skin greasy city because of the White Lady matter.

The old woman lowered her head slightly, with a gloomy expression on her face. She thought that if she didn't do anything else, why not steal the central magical weapon of the city's defense array and cast it on the lady of Fenlang City?

As long as Fenlang City eats up Skiny City, maybe the next Lord of Skiny City

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, all hope is their own.

There are thirty-six cities in the Ghost Valley, large and small, in the north and south. They have always been city lords of flowing water and cities made of iron. When the city lords are changed, they just change their names according to their preferences.

This is an unwritten rule of the Ghost Valley. It is said to have come from the White Bone Jingguan City. Attack the city and fight against each other. It doesn’t matter how the victorious side cuts the grass and roots. It doesn’t matter how you eat them alive or kill the ghosts. , but it is not allowed to cause such extensive damage that the city is destroyed into ruins, unless you have the foundation and capital to rebuild a city on the ruins within ten years. Otherwise, when ten years are up, several immortals and ghost commanders from Jingguan City will lead their armies southward, and that would be the true situation of leaving no one behind.

The old woman was hesitant. Although she was more inclined to betray Skinny City and the unattractive Fan Yunluo, she was still a little embarrassed. This kind of dirty thing where the seller was seeking glory was still not very popular in Ghost Valley. Even if the master changes his service, the meritorious veteran will still be severely squeezed out and take the opportunity to cause trouble.

The only hope is that Mrs. Fenlangcheng, because she is also a woman, will not care about whether these people are loyal or not.

Fan Yunluo suddenly stopped her crazy movements, turned to the old woman, and said pitifully: "The man named Pu from Bailong City, after saving me, said that there will be another tribute this year, and he wants a double portion. .. Aunt Chang, what do you think we should do? We have so many defeated soldiers in Skin and Skin City, where can we find a magic weapon that can reach the stage and gain the Dharma Eyes of Bailong City?"

Old woman. His heart trembled, and he said with a smile: "City Lord, this is a blessing among misfortunes, it is a good thing! Now that Puda City Lord has opened the door, we in Skinny City will not have to worry about any thieves for at least a hundred years."

Fan Yunluo's childish face was still full of worries, "But Skinny City cannot make ends meet, so she has to empty her family every time and survive for a hundred years. Death late is not death."

Old woman. He could only force out a smile and comforted him: "The city lord does not need to be discouraged. A hundred years may not be long or short. As long as time changes once or twice, our city will transform into a first-class city in the south." It's a big city. When the time comes, let alone the faces of Xiangci City and Fenlang City, City Lord Pu will depend on the city lord."

Fan Yunluo nodded.

She stretched out her fingers, wiping her face like a kitten, scratched the corners of her eyes, and said doubtfully: "I am so heartbroken, why don't I have a few tears? It's a bit shameful."< /p>

The old woman was speechless.

Fan Yunluo waved her hand, put the chariot into her sleeves, walked towards the gate of the mansion, and shouted: "I'm going to stab that bastard in the hat to death!"

The old woman followed behind her, her thoughts changing rapidly.

Are the city lord’s words knocking himself? Or careless words?

Fan Yunluo kept walking and suddenly turned around and asked: "By the way, what is that person's name?"

The old woman said awkwardly: "The other person doesn't seem to have signed up for himself."

Fan Yunluo stopped, dumbfounded, and suddenly waved her sleeves and stamped her feet.She said in great sorrow: "My best straw man can't be pricked."

The old woman was helpless.

How many little straw men are piled up in the boudoir in the city lord's mansion? Which one will work?

Fan Yunluo is already short in stature and wears big clothes. Walking around the mansion, she actually looks like...a walking carrot.

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Over there in the deep stream of Baojing Mountain, Chen Pingan, who was determined, used many methods, such as taking out a fishing rod from Zizhu Island in Shujian Lake, After spotting an object on the bottom of the water, he did not dare to look too much into the water. He quickly held his breath and concentrated, then threw the fishhook into the water, trying to lift a few pairs of crystal white bones from the bottom of the water, or hook a few broken pieces that emitted a faint golden light. The magic weapon was then dragged out of the stream. After Chen Ping'an tried it several times, he was surprised to find that the scene at the bottom of the lake was like a mirage, just a phantom. Every time he lifted the pole, it was empty.

Chen Ping'an still didn't believe in evil, so he tried several methods, but still couldn't get anything out of the water. I thought that this deep stream may have nurtured the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, forming a barrier similar to the landscape formation. Finally, I twisted a piece of yellow talisman paper to break the barrier to clear the way, quickly threw it into the water, and then threw the pole to follow the path. After breaking into the water, the talisman burned very quickly in the gloomy water, and still returned without success.

Chen Pingan squatted by the water, feeling a little distressed for the barrier-breaking talisman.

Yang Chongxuan lay on the snow-white stone cliff on the other side and said with a smile: "Don't talk about your fancy tricks, how many earthly immortal monks in history have used all their magic weapons, and some monks even borrowed a valuable weapon. Liancheng's drinking bottle consumes spiritual energy and uses magical powers to draw countless water from the stream. The water in the drinking bottle is enough to flood a large dynasty city, but still nothing is taken out of the stream. This transaction is a huge loss. Do you know the reason?"

Chen Ping'an said with a smile: "I hope fellow Taoist Yang will clear up my doubts."

You will never make mistakes when you are traveling and calling people.

Yang Chongxuan folded his hands as a pillow, basked in the sun, squinted at the sky, and said slowly: "In many mountains, they like to let beautiful female cultivators use the magic of mirror, flower, water and moon as a means of making money. The male monk in the world looked at the bowl of water. In the water curtain, all the fairies with various charms were close at hand. They seemed to be within reach, but how far is the real distance? How long can your fishing line be? Is there anything in the world?"

Chen Pingan said suddenly: "It seems that I have overthought it."

Yang Chongxuan said: "Unless it is a rare treasure in the world. The kind that just appeared in the world can barely be considered as a share of those who see it. As for this Baojing Mountain, it has been visited by countless monks for thousands of years. It is an old place that has no luck, how can it be so easy to get it? I am here After staying here for so many years, it’s just the same as waiting, so you don’t have to feel embarrassed. I used all the more ridiculous methods back then, jumping directly into the deep stream to find the bottom, but it turned out that it was easy to go down. The road was difficult to walk, and after swimming for a full month, I almost drowned in it."

Chen Pingan sincerely praised: "Yang Daoyou has a high level of cultivation."

Yang Chongxuan sighed, "Let's make do. It is said that the city lord of Jingguan City has been exploring the water for a year, but he still failed to find the gold hairpin that opened the door. Although the city lord is a dead thing, I've taken a huge advantage, but even if I die and become a ghost, I believe I will still be able to survive for less than a year."

Chen Ping'an asked curiously: "After all, this mountain stream has a strong yin energy, and it is full of ghosts. Outside the valley, if you find a suitable buyer, you might be able to sell a few kilograms of water for a piece of snow. The monk who borrowed the drinking bottle stored so much mountain water in the bottle, why didn't he make a big profit, but suffered a loss? How miserable?”

Yang Chongxuan said with a smile: “When this water leaves the boundary of Baojing Mountain, the Yin Qi will dissipate very quickly. Unless it is hidden in things within easy reach, otherwise too much water from the mountain stream will be stolen. , when we arrived outside, it was like a flood bursting its banks. The monk in the Upper Five Realms made an inadvertent decision. After arriving at the Skeleton Beach, he took out the drinking bottle of magic weapon quality from something nearby, and carried the drinking bottle with too much water on his shoulders. Unable to resist the impact of the Yin Qi, it exploded on the spot. Fortunately, it was at the Skeleton Beach, not far from the Swaying River. If it had been elsewhere, this guy might have been held accountable by the Academy Saint."

Yang Chongxuan smiled. Said: "It is not difficult to sell ten kilograms of unrefined mountain stream water for a piece of snow in the Skeleton Beach. The prerequisite is that you have to have something square and close, and then there are one or two magical instruments similar to drinking bottles. If the rank is too high, it will be easy to do bad things. If it is too low, it will take up too much space. As an Earth Immortal, you will not dare to come here to get water. As an Earth Immortal, how can you care about these few snow coins?"

Chen Pingan took off the sword gourd, put it into the mountain stream, and filled the gourd with water.

After all, I am a half-hearted Qi practitioner who opened up the Water Mansion. When I paid for the gloomy tea from the swaying riverside tea stall, I also considered replenishing the water vapor. If I could hold this gourd mountain stream water, I could barely A trip to Baojing Mountain is not in vain.

But before leaving Guixi Valley, you can indeed make another trip to Baojing Mountain. You don’t have to expect the legendary drinking bottles. You can prepare more bottles and cans to hold several thousand kilograms of mountain water. We went back to Skeleton Beach to see if we could do business with the tea stall owner, which would also bring in a lot of money.

Yang Chongxuan just glanced at the "vermilion wine pot" in Chen Pingan's hand, slightly surprised, but not too interested.

"Thank you for your words, Fellow Taoist."

Chen Pingan stood up, clasped his fists and said, "Since Baojing Mountain and I are destined to have no fate, Fellow Taoist Yang, take your leave."

Yang Chongxuan sat up and seemed surprised, "Are you leaving now?"

Chen Pingan nodded and put on his hat.

Yang Chongxuan lay back on the stone cliff and began to close his eyes to rest. After a while, he opened his eyes and said, "You are really gone? Should I say that you are decisive in your actions, or that you have no patience at all?"

Just like him generously extending his feet into the water, it is actually a small gesture of goodwill.

In Luzhou, Beiju, if you want to avoid fighting, you must learn to reveal some of your family background.

Otherwise, there are many skills that are not availableBig and bad-tempered ants, you crush them to death with your toes, but they are still there cursing and spitting at you until they die, refusing to repent, killing people and not being able to make a living, this kind of thing happens many times After that, "Yang Chongxuan" felt more and more tired and boring, and then gradually changed his temper and became more "good to others". For example, the old Xishan fox had such a bad mouth, and if he replaced it with his previous self, The old fox has died eighty times if not a hundred times.

After the young ranger left Baojing Mountain, Yang Chongxuan was in a slightly better mood.

What the other party said really spoke to his heart.

It is better to do less than to do more.

What's more, this is a critical period for Yang Chongxuan to get opportunities.

He sat up, squinted his eyes, and stared at the deep stream that seemed to be able to be seen through at a glance.

The speculation in the "Anxiety Collection" about this treasured mirror is wrong. It is not a mirror of light at all, nor is it a treasured demon mirror aimed at monsters and monsters. It is a long-lost Sanshanjiu mirror. Houjing.

It is also a semi-immortal weapon.

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Chen Pingan has been far away from Baojing Mountain.

In order to take this trip to Baojing Mountain, Chen Pingan has deviated quite a bit from the Qinglu Town route.

It seems that trying your luck is really not suitable for you.

If it were Lu Tai or Li Huai, it would be hard to say.

After leaving Baojing Mountain, Chen Pingan still chose the high mountains and gradually moved closer to Qinglu Town. The golden elixir Yin spirit and the ghosts under his command have not shown up for a long time, which is reasonable. After all, When I was in the battle of Crow Ridge, I was chasing some of the superiors, but I didn't deliberately hide my strength. The skin-greasy city side led by Fan Yunluo, Jin Dan, was simply defeated. I believe that this group of "horse thieves" can roam around in the Ghostly Valley for many years. , will not take the initiative to get into trouble.

On the way north, the mountains and rivers are unobstructed, and there are many ghosts and spirits that may cause the death of a monk in the middle five realms. Most of them are cautious. They glance at Chen Ping'an from a distance and then retreat to their lair in the forest.

For example, the giant python and the spider spirit on the chain bridge may be a fatal disaster for the pair of Taoists just by meeting each other without them risking crossing the bridge.

At dusk that day, Chen Pingan rested in a peach forest.

There are natural quirks in the peach grove. There is no reason why the peach blossoms are still in full bloom in the middle of winter.

It’s just that Chen Pingan’s trip to the Ghost Valley with his sword behind his back was not about all kinds of weird things, but about the absence of weird things.

Before, outside the peach grove, there were two stone tablets of different heights erected, like a pair of neighbors who were fighting over each other. They were engraved with the words "Da Yueyuan Temple" and "Xiao Xuan Du Temple" respectively.

If it weren’t for the small characters before “Xuandu Temple”, Chen Pingan would not have walked into the peach forest even if he was beaten to death.

Because the real Xuandu Temple is an important place in the Qingming world that dares to disobey the three masters.

It is rumored that the second time after becoming the leader of the line, the secondThe fairy sword that I use in my world is in the Xuandu Temple.

Although it is certain that the Xiao Xuandu Temple written on the stone tablet is definitely not the Taoist holy land that is so famous that it can be heard all over the world, but before Chen Pingan entered the forest, he still stepped on the flying sword on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month. Looking down from the sky, I found that this vast peach forest covering an area of ​​no less than a thousand acres should not have any temples or Taoist buildings.

There is no record of this peach forest in Pima Sect's "Xinxin Ji".

There must be no evil ghost or big demon.

Chen Pingan found that there were not even half a dead peach tree branch around, and there was only an exaggerated shadow above his head. The fragrance of peach blossoms was no longer pleasant. After smelling it for a long time, it was almost so rich that it became cloying.

Chen Ping'an took off his bamboo hat, sat cross-legged, and took out a yang energy lamp talisman from his sleeves. He rubbed it gently, and the talisman burned slowly, at the same speed as the one on the road in Guixi Valley. Strange, it seems that the evil spirit here is indeed normal. It's just that the permeating fragrance of the peach forest is a bit too much. Chen Ping'an released his fingers, bent down and placed the talisman paper in front of him, and then began to practice sword furnace staking. He circulated the pure Qi, like a fire dragon traveling around the Qi Palace, just to prevent the fragrance from invading the body, but don't Capsized in the gutter.

Underground, there was a burst of female laughter like silver bells.

Chen Ping’s arrangement fell on deaf ears.

The laughter gradually stopped and changed to charming words, "This handsome young man came into my pink tent and smelled the fragrance of my hair. He is so beautiful and blessed. If I were you, I would never do it again." If you leave, stay here for the rest of your life."

Chen Ping'an opened his eyes and looked intently. A layer of mist was rising on the ground, but it did not rise. It only swayed below a foot. To and fro.

Chen Ping'an was a little surprised, "Why did the Pima Sect deliberately ignore the existence of this peach charm like you?"

The whole peach forest began to sway slowly, like a pink fan. The beauties in skirts danced there.

It seems that the tens of thousands of peach trees in this forest are really just her hair.

Chen Pingan found that the scene in his field of vision began to shake slightly.

She didn’t know where she was hiding underground. She kept smiling sweetly, and her seductive voice came out of the ground, "Of course the monks from the Pima Sect are afraid of me. What else can I do? The young man is so handsome, but he is so stupid. Otherwise, he is a perfect match."

After a moment, she suddenly stopped smiling and asked, "Huh? How can you not move your body or your mind?" A monk with an unshaved head? A stinky nose without a robe?"

Chen Pingan laughed and said, "If you keep pretending to be a ghost, I will cut down all the peach trees and treat it as a sword practice. I'm a nun."

She smiled happily and said, "Okay, okay, I'm waiting for you to show off your fairy swordsmanship."

Chen Ping'an raised his eyes and looked up. .

A Taoist boy holding a whisk in his hand shrunk to the ground and rushed over. His lips were red and his teeth were white, his true energy was dripping, and he could not hide the overflowing atmosphere of spirituality.

He is actually a worldly master who is about to become a golden elixir earthly immortal.

Tao Tong’s eyes are cold, glanced at Chen Ping'an, "This is the place where Master and Taoist friends live next to each other for cultivation. It has been here for thousands of years and has been recognized as a paradise in Guixi Valley. It has never liked outsiders to disturb it. It is Pujian, Bailong City. If it’s not important, you won’t enter the forest easily. Why are you, an experienced person, trying to break up with this little Tao Mei?”

That Tao Mei is obviously in awe of this little Taoist boy. , just muttering words with a hint of resentment, "What kind of paradise? They just used the magical power of the immortal family to forcefully detain me here to protect the remaining spiritual energy of the Taoist temple from leaking out."

"Unbridled!"

The little Taoist boy had a stern look on his face, and with a wave of his whisk, a bolt of lightning as thick as an arm instantly exploded into the ground. The peach charm wailed in the depths of the ground, and peach blossoms rustled on the ground. And fall.

Chen Ping'an understood somewhat.

In the Ghost Valley, there will definitely be some masters who are not afraid of the Yin Qi and take root here. In turn, they will have to rely on the abundant Yin Qi that fills the heaven and earth, just in time. This is how you sharpen your path.

The little Taoist boy still couldn't understand his hatred. Another whirling of the dust, thunder and lightning, intertwined a fairy fishing net, and submerged it into the ground. Suddenly there was a rumbling sound underground, "Three days without building a house and uncovering the tiles! If not! My master has mercy, how can you, a little peach charm who only knows how to deceive your eyes, be able to gain a foothold in the Ghost Valley? You still have to eavesdrop on my master and his Taoist friends. With this opportunity, you can slowly cultivate to the Dragon Gate realm. You forgetful spirit..."

The peach charm begged and prayed for mercy from the fierce little Taoist boy.

The more the little Taoist boy talked, the more annoyed he became. He stirred his whisk and stirred up a strange phenomenon from high in the sea of ​​clouds. He was about to drop a thunder from the sect's secret to teach the peach charm a lesson.

Chen Pingan had no choice but to say: "Little Taoist Master, calm down, I will leave Taolin now."

A dark cloud left the sea of ​​clouds and slowly sank alone, thunder and lightning shuttled back and forth, with an astonishing momentum.

The little Taoist boy sneered: "If we hadn't been practicing in this peach forest and you had wandered in here by mistake, this peach charm, which is good at innate charm, would have sucked up all the Yang Qi and essence. I don't know what happened. It’s a thing that makes you feel pity. Master is right, you ordinary people outside who are soaked in the world of mortals every day..."

Chen Pingan retreated and punched the high place in the sea of ​​clouds quickly. He pushed it out, using the style of steaming over a large swamp, to scatter the thunderclouds that were ready to go. The qi turbulence spread out in all directions, like a mountain wind surging, affecting the peach trees on the ground, blowing the bright red peach blossoms one after another. Falling like rain.

The little Taoist boy frowned and said nothing.

I'm not afraid, it's just a bit unexpected.

Such a young martial arts master? Judging from the aura of the punch just now, it was condensed and magnificent. Although it was not yet at the golden body level, it was not far behind.

However, the little Taoist boy himself forgot that he was not a "so young" monk in the Dragon Gate Realm.

Although it was because he entered the cave realm too early, when

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Master explained the steps on the path of cultivation.Many mysteries asked him if he wanted to take this opportunity to maintain his appearance. At that time, he was young and ignorant, and felt that his body was just a stinky skin. Since it would not hinder his future cultivation, it would not be bad if he stopped "growing". From then on, his appearance was fixed, and he has been like this ever since. Within a moment, the "little Taoist boy" almost regretted it.

You should let your body grow to the size of a man and then stop.

So every time he sneaked out to relax, he would be very irritated when he met Fan Yunluo who looked like a girl several times. The old monk would add fuel to the fire, teasing him and Fan Yunluo that they were really a golden boy.

After Chen Pingan withdrew his fist, he smiled and said: "What you said is right, but when it comes to reasoning, if it is really for the other party to listen, rather than just for one's own peace of mind, then the mentality and tone , is also very important. It’s not a bad thing to be calm and have a kind tone.”

The almost frightened Tao Mei quickly echoed: “It makes sense, you should listen to this. ”

The little Taoist boy held the snow-white tail with the white bones of heroes as handles in his arms, hesitating.

Fighting and killing if you disagree is not what Taoist Xiaoxuan Duguan should do.

But since the other party is a martial artist who has come to Guixi Valley to practice, there is nothing wrong with having a duel, right? Master won't blame him, right?

At this moment, a golden-armored warrior strode over, looked at the back of the little Taoist boy, and said in a deep voice: "Xu Song, the real king invites this young master to go to the temple and talk about it."< /p>

The little Taoist boy said angrily: "How can this guy be able to enter our Little Xuandu Monastery?!"

The golden armored man turned a blind eye to the little Taoist boy's anger and turned his head. Looking at Chen Ping'an who had just put on his bamboo hat, he said, "Young Master, my true king has invited you. If you are not in a hurry, you can go to our Xiaoxuan capital to watch and drink a cup of thousand-year-old peach pulp tea."

Chen Ping An clasped his fists and declined politely: "Walking into the peach forest by mistake has already disturbed your true master's cultivation. I really don't dare to go to your temple to disturb you, so I just left."

The golden armored warrior nodded, "In that case , it’s not convenient for me to stay. If you want to visit and drink tea again in the future, just come here and ask Tao Mei to lead the way."

Chen Pingan turned around and left Taolin.

The Taoist boy named Xu Song coldly snorted: "It's better to leave, save a cup of peach pulp tea that Pu Gu has only drunk three times!"

The charm of peach is here The ground floor said flatteringly: "Yes, yes, this man is so short-sighted that he missed out on his great blessing. Next time I come to Taolin, I will hide and never see him again."

Xu Song said angrily: "Master's decree, you dare to play with it?!"

Taomei immediately begged for mercy: "I don't dare, I don't dare."

Everywhere In the quaint Taoist temple planted with peach trees, an old Taoist with white hair and childish face was sitting opposite a skinny old monk. The old monk was as skinny as wood, but he was wearing an unusually wide cassock.

The old Taoist smiled and said: "How about this punch?"

The old monk said slowly: "It is easy to break if it is too strong."

The old TaoistGlancing at the cup of tea on the table, he asked again, "Do you think you need to keep this cup of peach pulp tea? Do you think the young man will return to the peach grove and drink it all in one gulp?" /p>

The old monk looked dull and said, "If you talk too much, you will make mistakes."

The old Taoist did not wear a Taoist crown, only a Xiaoyao scarf. His Taoist robes were old and ordinary, and there was no trace of immortal style. .

He sighed softly, "The three goddesses in Mural City have walked out of the scroll and followed their masters. There are also five monks from other continents and He Xiaoliang teamed up to break into the Ghost Valley and go to Jingguan In the city, Yang Chongxuan still has signs of seizing Fu Yuan. If Pu Chuan stirs up a little more trouble and provokes Zhu Quan to take action himself, after this ghost valley is completely turned into a pot of porridge, our only remaining paradise may be gone. There will be no chance of purity."

The haggard old monk nodded and said: "The true king has a far-sighted vision."

When he heard the word "Pu", the old monk chanted in his heart. .

The veteran Taoist has actually noticed that the other party's mood is strange, but both parties know the basics and there is no need to say anything more.

The old Taoist raised his eyes and said, "You said that for us cultivators, even the boundaries between life and death are blurred, so where in the world is it not a prison? The less you know, the easier it is to feel at ease. Now that you know it, , How can we truly feel at peace?"

The old monk thought for a moment, lowered his head and clasped his hands, revealing his withered but golden palms, "How can I see this poor Buddhist monk even if he can't hold up this cassock? Buddha, how can I ask this eternal question?"

The old monk stood up slowly, put his hands together and bowed.

The old Taoist did not pay attention to red tape with this old friend, and just nodded.

The old monk took one step forward and disappeared, returning to the Great Yuanyue Temple. It was exactly the same as the Little Xuandu Temple. They were both fairy mansions that formed their own small world in the peach forest. Unless Nascent Soul, Otherwise, if someone wanders around the peach forest for a thousand years, he will not be able to see or enter.

In the temple, Sanskrit music is lingering. There are old monks sitting on futons, monks walking slowly in the corridor with their heads lowered, and young novices sweeping the floor diligently under the trees. They are all busy, and there is no one between them. Words intersect.

The haggard old monk stood there, and in his field of vision, all the monks were just bones.

After bypassing the main hall where the golden Buddha was hidden in the clouds and mist, the old monk clasped his hands together and walked forward silently with a pious expression.

Besides this old monk who is almost perfect in his golden body, one after another, there are monks who have similar features to him but different ages, wearing different cassocks, appearing out of thin air, a total of four. Everyone had their own questions, but the old monk just turned a blind eye, listened but didn't hear, and just moved forward.

A young monk looked regretful and said: "Why don't you drink that cup of peach pulp tea? If you drink it, you will save several years of practice! You will be one step closer to the Pure Land of Buddhism in the West. Even half a step is fine."

A middle-aged monk was furious and yelled at the old monk: "What kind of Buddhism are you practicing? There are so many ghosts and ghosts in the Ghost Valley, why don't you save them! ”

A man dressed in ChineseThe monk in the beautiful cassock looked arrogant, looked at the old monk sideways, and sneered: "Such hard practice is not the right method."

An old monk whose age and appearance were closest to the old monk asked softly: "Are you me? Am I you?"

The last young monk, a slender man, turned his back to the old monk who was always walking steadily and slowly. The young monk looked at a peach blossom garden. Standing on the bamboo fence, he muttered: "The peach blossoms are smiling brightly outside the fence, as if they are the most affectionate before they bloom."

The old monk's figure was slightly sluggish, but he soon strode forward. After a moment, Returned to normal pace.

If you don’t look up, ordinary people will only feel that the sun is shining when they enter this temple.

In fact, when you look up, you will see a crooked moon hanging in the sky.

In the Xiaoxuandu Temple, the old Taoist came to a towering peach tree, squatted down, picked out some soil with his fingers, and rubbed it gently.

The soil at the old Taoist’s fingertips is the soil that the monks on the mountain have dreamed of for thousands of years. It is as heavy as gold and iron.

The old Taoist was silent.

In fact, soil also has an age, and it is also divided into "birth, old age, sickness and death". Everyone in the world says they are as immovable as a mountain, but this is not entirely true. In the final analysis, people still have a limited life span, and their time is limited, so their vision is blurry, neither real nor long-term. Therefore, there is a saying in Buddhism that the Buddha saw 48,000 insects in a bowl of water, and the old monk of Dayuanyue Temple used this as a method of meditation, but he saw it in a bigger way, appreciating the moon.

As for the old Taoist priest, he watched more quietly, watching the changes of these dead things in the soil over the years.

The Taoist temple is a neighbor, and the old monk and the old monk have been teaching their own Dharma for thousands of years, but they still can't compete with each other.

Now it’s up to you whether you will become a heavenly king first or the old monk will realize bodhisattva first.

The little Taoist boy Xu Song came to the master tremblingly and found that the master was deep in thought, so Xu Song kept silent.

The old Taoist did not turn around, but smiled and asked: "Outside the view, instead of showing off his power, he also taught a young martial artist a lesson. Do you think what he said was reasonable? "

The little Taoist boy held a fly whisk in his hand and said sadly: "It makes sense, it has nothing to do with me."

The old Taoist nodded, threw away the soil, and held it with his white palm. He smoothed it gently, stood up, and said: "As all living things and sentient beings climb higher, you will understand more and more the ruthlessness of the Tao. If you can learn from the Taoist of Longhu Mountain to slay demons and eliminate demons, you can walk every day." Doing good deeds and accumulating merit is not bad. It is better to learn the ruthless method from me and ask for truth."

The old Taoist smiled and said, "The ruthless method does not teach you to act violently. , killing innocent people indiscriminately, but to pay more attention to the four seasons, the world is stable."

The little Taoist boy solemnly bowed his head to the master.

The old Taoist turned his head and looked in the direction of Dayuanyue Temple and said softly: "If you are greedy, angry, ignorant, arrogant and doubtful, if you do not eliminate the five poisons and just immerse yourself in hard practice, then in the end it is not true meditation, but wrong meditation. "

The old Taoist looked to the north beyond the peach forest."Xu Song, if you can't understand the great truth for the time being, you might as well give it a try and choose to be a good person in the eyes of the world. Just remember that doing good in the world has little to do with the good or bad that the world gives you. Different paths lead to the same goal. This is also One of the ruthless methods is to follow nature."

The little Taoist boy shook his head and said: "You can't be that kind of a good person."

The old Taoist was noncommittal.

The little Taoist boy asked carefully: "Master, is the real Xuandu Temple like spring all year round, with peach blossoms in full bloom?"

The old Taoist smiled and said: "Then don't you It's time to stay in this vast world, go to the Qingming world where Taoism is the master, and see with your own eyes whether it's true or not. If you really want to do this, Master will let this peach demon carry the mountain away. After leaving this ghost valley, You can first go to practice with the young sect leader named He, and then find an opportunity to go to Qingming Tianxia. The chance of visiting Xuandu Temple will naturally be greater."

The little Taoist boy shook his head vigorously and said: " No way, no way! I will practice wherever the master practices."

The old Taoist patted the little Taoist boy on the head.

The little Taoist boy smiled and narrowed his eyes.

The old Taoist suddenly sighed: "I just remembered that it has been a long time since I drank a bowl of dark tea from the Swaying River. After a thousand years, the taste will only be more mellow."

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The dusk was gloomy, and it was not too far from Qinglu Town, only two hundred miles away. Chen Pingan passed by a green lake.

When he saw a bonfire burning here on a distant hilltop, Chen Ping'an rushed over. If he encountered a ghost wandering at night, he could kill it and sell it for money.

On this trip to Ghost Valley, I didn’t have much experience. I just had a fight in Crow Ridge and just punched me in Taolin, but I made quite a lot of money.

Not to mention the snowflake robe of the White Lady of the Skin City, there are also more than a dozen valuable white bones. As for the specific price of the latter, it is hard to say.

As for the water from the deep stream of Baojing Mountain, although it is not valuable, it can save Chen Ping'an some trouble. He drank two kilograms of mountain water in one breath, then breathed in and immersed himself in it. Looking at the method, the mind entered the water mansion. The boys in green clothes in the water mansion were very happy and happy.

What I saw by the lake was a bit surprising. It was a handsome young man in mud gold, with two followers, who probably planned to rest by the lake for the night.

Chen Ping'an calculated the foot strength and route. The other party should have been to Lanshe Town, and after completing the tour, he went straight to Qinglu Town along the "official road" again, so he came with Baolai He went around and bumped his head.

Then this inconspicuous small lake should be the bronze lake in "Xinxinji". This place and the nearby Tongguan Mountain are a pair of landscapes like Taoist couples.

There are two kinds of fish in Tonglu Lake, which are extremely famous. However, fishing is not easy and there are many rules. Chen Pingan had to give up after reading about the tedious rules in the book.

There is a kind of silverfish in the lake with golden scales and two wings.The sound is like a mandarin duck, extremely rare and rare, and can only be seen in a hundred years. Legend has it that the cockroaches appear in pairs. As long as you get one of them and catch it ashore, the other cockroach will come ashore on its own and enter the fish cage. A pair of palm-sized cockroaches are covered in treasures and can be sold for two Grain Rain coins. It is said that eating them can protect them from any nightmare in the world.

In addition, there is the silver carp. This kind of silver carp is very large. It is said to weigh one pound a year. A hundred years later, this fish is very powerful in the water, unlike the silver carp. The silver carp is not unique to this lake. Known as a small lake dragon by the monks, there is nothing strange about its flesh, flesh and scales. There is only one strange thing, that is, the silver carp, which is a side branch of the dragon's descendants. After surviving for a hundred years, it will have two dragon beards, more than an inch long, and then every time. After three hundred years, the beard will grow one inch. If it can grow into a foot-long dragon's beard, it will be a true treasure of heaven and earth. Refining the demon-binding rope and whisk, adding this thing is the icing on the cake and has endless magical uses.

It's just that Chen Ping'an has gone through Jiaolong Valley and Daixuan Mountain, and he knows that there are still Taoists in the world, who used genuine Jiaolong whisks to create a complete semi-immortal weapon whisk.

So Chen Ping’an doesn’t have any serious covetous intentions for the cockroaches and silver carps that are extremely difficult to encounter in the Bronze Lake.

Because it takes too much time.

The monks took a very long time to record all the captures in "Anxiety Collection", which often took several months or even half a year. During this period, they also had to fight wits and courage with two kinds of fairy fish, and often missed the chance.

Compared with Tonglu Lake, Chen Ping'an still has more hopes for Tongguan Mountain. On the mountain over there, there are mountain-moving apes and mountain-driving dogs with impure blood.

After Chen Pingan appeared, the young man looked calm.

The female martial artist from the Sixth Realm, who was carrying a bow and a sword, moved her position to stand between the master and the uninvited guest.

The old man in black robe always had an expressionless face. He held an apricot-yellow porcelain wine pot in one hand and a large piece of sauced meat in the other, chewing slowly.

Chen Pingan picked up dead branches in the distance and lit a bonfire.

The three masters and servants obviously came towards the Vermillion Lake. After eating wine and meat, the old man in black robe took out the green and crystal green bamboo sections from the square inch object, and then pieced together a very long one. The fishing rod, the fishing line is as thin as a hair, but the golden fishhook is as big as the palm of your hand. The young man was not idle. He rolled up his sleeves and squatted by the water, preparing the bait for making a nest. He rubbed it vigorously in a wooden basin and added a spoonful of lake water from time to time. He also took out a porcelain bottle and poured in a few drops of fishy fish. A very strong-smelling vermilion water drop.

Chen Ping'an already liked fishing, so he couldn't help but take a few more glances.

The woman whispered beside the young man.

The young man raised his arm to wipe the sweat from his forehead and said a few words.

The woman stood up and walked towards Chen Pingan.

Chen Pingan stood up and said, "Sorry, I didn't mean to pry."

The woman looked cold, but her words were gentle, "It doesn't matter if you watch. But my young master said, fishing for silver Carp are more taboo about making noises on the shore. If there is any movement, silver carp will hear the sound and run away, so they make nests.After another half hour, when we throw the pole, we may need both of you to extinguish the bonfire, and you won't be able to move around casually. If you feel restrained, you can rest far away from the shore. ”

Chen Pingan nodded, extinguished the bonfire, and simply went to the distance, sitting on a big tree with his hands in his sleeves, watching from a distance a group of three people fishing for fairy fish at night.

During this period, the young man put out the bonfire when he saw Chen Pingan, turned around and smiled apologetically, and Chen Pingan also smiled and nodded in greeting.

The woman returned to the young man and breathed a sigh of relief.

The young man smiled and said: "Sister Fan, if I keep digging in the pots, the water in the copper-green lake will really rise by a foot. ”

The woman smiled helplessly.

When fishing for the strange fish in the giant lake of Daze, it is necessary to build a nest, and it costs a lot of money. The rarer the fish. , the more fishermen spend money, the young master is never stingy, so among the people on the mountain, word of mouth spreads, the young master has the nickname Yuan Yichi

Although Chen Pingan is far away. , but it can be seen that the young man who is full of wealth spent a lot of money just to make a nest.

It's not just a matter of a few snow coins, maybe one or two summer coins. Everything was done.

After making a nest, the three men began to wait quietly.

Chen Pingan took off the sword gourd, took a sip of mountain water, and closed his eyes to rest. < /p>

When the old man in black robe started to throw the rod, Chen Pingan opened his eyes.

The fishing line was thrown in a huge arc and fell into the distance. In the middle of the Green Lake.

The long night is long.

In addition to skill, the young man relies on his patience. Sitting on a small rosewood stool, she held her chin in her hands and kept yawning.

The woman was still standing behind the young man, guarding against the young ranger wearing a bamboo hat in the distance, traveling down the mountain with the intention of harming others. You must be on guard against others.

Two hours later, the young man began to doze off.

The old man in black robe gently lifted the rod to scatter the bait, and then continued to cast. Gan, very patient.

The female martial artist remained motionless.

Chen Pingan leaned against the tree trunk and looked up at the night sky.

The bright moon rose over the mountain. In the vast sea of ​​clouds

There are thousands of mountains and rivers in the vast world, but there is only one moon.

Chen Pingan was stunned

I heard that there are many immortals on the mountains. On a scroll, there will be the sun rising and the moon setting, the seasons changing, and the flowers blooming and fading.

How can the world be so big and how can people be so small?

Why do people feel lonely when they grow up?

Chen Pingan gently put down the bamboo hat to hide his face.

Miss Ning, I am fine, are you okay? ?

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