Chapter 500 Some encounters

Chen Pingan put away his military book and opened a book similar to Pima Sect's "Xinxin Ji", called "Spring Dew in Winter". It is a small book on the mountain where the ferry belongs to introduce his family's background. It is more interesting. Which one The Sword Immortal of Luzhou in Beiju rested on the top of the mountain, which immortals drank tea in which beautiful place and talked about the aisles. What poems and calligraphy poems the literati and poets wrote about the mountain and what calligraphy they left behind are all large and small.

At the foot of Chen Ping'an is a ferry from Chunlupu. His main income is selling exotic flowers and herbs cultivated by Shanmen along the way. Among them, three kinds of fairy flowers are almost monopolized by Pima Zong Muyi Mountain. Chunlu Pu earns a large sum of money, so the ferry route runs between the Skull Beach and the Jiamu Mountains where Chun Lu Pu is located. Chun Lu Pu belongs to a farming sect among hundreds of schools of thought, with many female cultivators and a gentle temperament. The Jiamu Mountains are rich in exotic trees and flowers. In the southeastern area of ​​​​Juluzhou, they belong to the second-rate forces with considerable wealth. In addition, they have a wide range of friends and have few fights and enemies. The Jiamu Mountains are a must-have for many young genealogy masters in the south to experience and travel. land.

Chen Pingan chose this ferry for three reasons. One is that it can completely bypass the Skeleton Beach, and the other is that there are three rare treasures passed down from Chunlu Pond, among which there is a ten-thousand-year-old tree growing in the Jiamu Mountains. The old locust tree is dozens of feet tall. Chen Pingan wanted to go and have a look to see if it was any different from the old locust tree in his hometown. Moreover, every year at the end of the year, there would be a farewell banquet in Chunlu Garden, and there would be thousands of baggage houses there. While doing business, it was a grand event where fairy money was flowing around. Chen Pingan planned to do some small business there.

The small book "Chun Lu Pu" is actually not thin, but compared to the "Xinxin Collection", which is as detailed as the ramblings of an elder in the family, the number of pages is still a bit inferior.

Chen Ping'an actually regrets not being able to collect similar books from the mountains like Tongyezhou Fuji Sect.

Chen Pingan read the small book and began to practice six-step walking. In the end, he was almost half asleep and half awake, practicing boxing, going back and forth between the door and the window, without losing any pace.

At dawn, Chen Pingan opened his eyes, stopped his boxing, sat back at the table, waited for a moment, and waited until someone knocked on the door from the corridor. Then he stood up and opened the door. A ferry steward, a relatively rare male monk in Chunlu Pu, and an old Jindan monk, who is very old and depressed. He is far from comparable to Du Wensi and Yang Lin of the Pima Sect. In the same realm, there is a huge difference between high and low. It is possible that a fight would result in a decisive victory. This is not how monks from Chunlupu embroider pillows. In fact, monks from Pima Sect are different. Fighting to the death is a common thing for eating and drinking.

After the old monk Chen Pingan opened the door, the old man apologized: "I have disturbed my fellow Taoist's rest."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Senior Song is too polite, I just woke up too. , according to the introduction in the little book, we should be close to the two Daolu Mountains, Jinguang Peak and Yuehua Mountain. I plan to go out and try my luck to see if I can encounter golden-backed geese and drumming frogs."

The old monk smiled and said: "That's why I came here. I wanted to remind Mr. Chen that in about two hours,You will enter the realm of Jinguang Peak. "

The golden elixir immortal slightly changed his name to a more familiar one.

Reciprocate the favor.

Chen Pingan quickly got out of the way, "Senior Song inside please. ”

The old monk smiled knowingly. If the monks on the mountain are not much different in realm, it’s like I watch the sea and you are in Longmen. Just call each other fellow Taoist. But the monks in the lower five realms face the middle. In the five realms, or in the three realms of Cave Mansion and Guanhai Longmen, when facing Jindan and Yuanying immortals, they should be respected as immortal masters or seniors. This mountain rule is applicable to everyone.

Of course, if you are brave enough, you will still shout carelessly when you meet the earthly immortals in the lower five realms and even the monks on the top of the mountain in the upper five realms. Fellow Taoist, it doesn't matter, just don't be afraid of being slapped to death.

As an old Jindan, the old monk obviously has some sense of calling this young guest a fellow Taoist.

The person who accompanied the young man to the ferry at that time was Pang Lanxi, a direct descendant of the Pima Sect's ancestral hall. Among the ten young people in Ju Luzhou, if other sects promote their disciples in this way, it is probably a tactic to support their disciples. It is just a joke. When they meet in person, they only need to talk to each other. Yes, I probably want to scold you for being shameless, but Chunlupu is a regular customer of the Skeleton Beach, and I know that the Pima Sect monks are different. These monks don't talk big words, but only do ruthless things.

It would be enough if Pang Lanxi showed up instead of seeing off the guests of the Pi Ma Sect. Naturally, it would not be more intimidating than the appearance of Zhu Quan, the leader of the sect, or Yang Lin from the Mural City, but Lao Jindan was traveling outside all year round, and he was not the kind of person who would show up at every turn. The Pure Immortal who has been in seclusion for ten years and dozens of years has already developed a pair of piercing eyes. The words and expressions on Pang Lanxi's face at the ferry made the foreigner who could not see the depth of the old golden elixir very admired. And it comes from the bottom of his heart. Lao Jindan has to think carefully about this. In addition to the earth-shattering changes in Guixi Valley and Skeleton Beach, Gao Cheng of Jingguan City showed his appearance of bones and personally hunted down the group and fled to the Muyi Mountain Patriarch Hall. The old monk was not stupid, so he figured it out.

It was very sincere for the two monks who met by chance to open the door and invite people to sit down.

It is no joke that a person who practices Taoism will not be stained by the world of mortals.

Lao Jindan’s surname is Song Dynasty and his surname is Lanqiao. According to the genealogy of the Zushitang, he is a monk of Chunlu Pulan generation. Almost all of them were female cultivators. It didn't matter if they had the character "LAN" in their names, but one of the male disciples was a little bit strange, so Song Lanqiao's master added the character "Qiao" to help suppress the embarrassment.

Chen Pingan had only heard from Pang Lanxi that Jinguang Peak and Yuehua Mountain were Taoist Mountains, and if you were lucky, you could see spiritual birds and strange objects by taking the ferry, so he became interested in them along the way.

It turned out that Jin Guangfeng was the one.With the belt, golden-backed geese will occasionally appear. These objects fly as fast as a flying sword from a swordsman. They will only linger for a while at the unique Golden Light Peak. Unless they are in the realm of Nascent Soul, ordinary monks do not have to expect to catch them, and golden Beiyan has a strong temperament and will kill himself once captured, leaving him with nothing to gain.

Golden-backed geese like to fly high above the rolling sea of ​​clouds, and especially like to bathe in the sun. Since their backs are exposed to the scorching sun all year round, and they can absorb the sun's essence innately, an adult golden-backed geese can give birth to a golden feather. , two are already rare, and three are even rarer. There is a long-famous wild cultivator Yuanying in the south of Luzhou in Beiju. By chance, when he was in the lower five realms, he got a golden-backed goose covered with golden feathers. The ancestor took the initiative to recognize the owner. The flat-haired beast had great combat power. It is equivalent to a golden elixir monk. When it flaps its wings, it is like the scorching sun rising into the sky. This wild cultivator likes it the most

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Sneak attack, bright After blinding the eyes of countless monks below the Earth Immortal level, after becoming the Nascent Soul, they should stay still and not move, and have been cultivating their moral character for thousands of years. Only then was there no trace of the golden-backed goose.

As for Yuehua Mountain, every first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, there will be a giant frog that is all white and as big as a hill, lying on the top of the mountain with a group of descendants, beating drums as if practicing. The spirits breathed in and absorbed the moonlight. Before and after the Mid-Autumn Festival, frogs croaked all over the mountain, with a sound that moved the sky. Therefore, Yuehua Mountain is also known as Thunder Mountain. It's not that there are no monks who want to tame this giant frog, it's just that the giant frog is gifted and proficient in earthly escape techniques. It can shrink its huge body to the size of a mustard seed and then hide it in the roots of the earth. At the same time, Yuehua Mountain becomes as heavy as a big country. Wuyue, even if you are a Nascent Soul cultivator, you will not be able to use the magical power of moving mountains to remove the firepower from the bottom of the cauldron. Therefore, most of the monks went to Yuehua Mountain to try to catch a few hundred-year-old snow frogs. Once they succeeded, they were lucky, because the ancestors of the snow frogs were very protective of their shortcomings, and many monks in the middle and fifth realms were buried in Yuehua Mountain.

Song Lanqiao told some embarrassing stories about the monks in Jinguang Peak and Yuehua Mountain in a humorous way, and Chen Pingan listened with relish.

Someone once set up a net to catch a golden-backed goose. As a result, several golden-backed geese held the net and lifted it up. The monk refused to let go, so he was dragged into the sky. The wild geese pecked him all over his body, and he was completely naked. He was so happy, and he didn't have a heavy weapon like a square tomb beside him. He was in a very embarrassed state. The Qi practitioners watching the excitement at Jinguang Peak received countless boos, and he was still a big mountain man. The female cultivator from Guanhai Realm came here. After that, the female cultivator never traveled down the mountain again.

Chen Pingan asked curiously: "Are there no monks in Jinguang Peak and Yuehua Mountain to build caves?"

Song Lanqiao stroked his beard and smiled: "The sun essence in Jinguang Peak is too hot, especially It is the sun essence condensed in Jinguang Peak. It circulates all year round without any rules. This is not a good place. Unless the earthly immortal monks can barely stay here, it is extremely difficult for ordinary Qi practitioners to practice Taoism there. It is just a waste of spiritual energy. . As for Yuehua Mountain, it is a treasure land with all five elements of Feng Shui, but it is a pity that the giant frog occupies the mountain as the king and has thousands of disciples. The giant frog who has awakened early has the most grudge against us Qi practitioners and cannot tolerate it.The spirit warrior went to the mountain to practice. "

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "There are thousands of monsters in the mountains and rivers, and each has its own way of survival. ”

Song Lanqiao seemed to be convinced, and left with a smile.

It is necessary to be warm and polite, and if you are more polite, you will inevitably fall into the inferior position. The friendship on the pole is like a dwarf. , after all, he is a golden elixir, so he still needs to be shameless. If he is asking for help, of course it will be another matter.

After leaving the room, Song Lanqiao shook his head. This young monk still took Jin Guang lightly. The golden-backed geese in the peak and the giant frogs in the Yuehua Mountain are not subject to the pain of being imprisoned. After all, they are only a few. How many of the more mountain spirits can be exchanged for money after they die? Let’s talk about the grass charm tree spirits in the Jiamu Mountains. Many of them were resold and died in the middle of the journey. It was considered extremely lucky to be raised in the wealthy family of the secular dynasty.

When the ferry passed by Jinguang Peak, it stayed in the air for an hour, but could not see it. I saw a golden-backed goose.

Song Lanqiao was standing next to the young monk and explained a few words, saying that many monks who coveted the spiritual bird had been squatting here for many years and might not be able to see it only a few times.

Then the Chunlupu ferry sailed slowly and happened to pass by Yuehua Mountain in the night. It did not dare to get too close to the top of the mountain. It was seven or eight miles away and circled around Yuehua Mountain. Since it was not the first or fifteenth day of the lunar month, the giant frog did not show up, which made Song Lanqiao feel a little embarrassed. Because the giant frog would occasionally show up at ordinary times, sitting on the top of the mountain to absorb the moonlight, so Song Lanqiao simply did not show up this time. .

Song Lanqiao smiled bitterly when he saw the young monk wearing a bamboo hat.

This guy is very lucky.

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Ordinary ferries pass by the pair of Daolu Mountains, and golden-backed geese don’t have to expect to see them. Song Lanqiao has been in charge of this ferry for two hundred years, and the number of encounters can only be counted. However, the giant frogs on Yuehua Mountain are seen by ferry passengers. Or not, it was roughly 50-50.

After two days, the ferry slowly lifted up.

The young monk took the initiative to find Song Lanqiao and asked him why. Song Lanqiao did not hide. , this is a semi-public secret of ferry navigation, and it is not a taboo on the mountain. Every stable route that has been established for many years has a lot of tricks. If it passes through a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, the floating height of the ferry is often lowered in order to accommodate The spiritual energy of heaven and earth can slightly reduce the consumption of fairy money on the ferry. When passing through those "lawless places" with poor spiritual energy, the closer to the ground, the more fairy money is consumed, so it needs to be raised a little. As for how to use tricks in the realm of immortals, it is neither Violating the rules of the sect's cave can also be a small "money", which is the special skill of the old boatman, and he also pays attention to the skill and warmth of dealing with various forces.

Song Lanqiao will not talk about these taboos. He told the young monk everything he knew about the secret.

It was considered a small favor, and it didn’t cost money anyway.

Song Lanqiao also made some guesses. This person who travels to other places is probably a direct descendant of the kind of ancestor of the sect who is devoted to cultivating Taoism and is not familiar with common affairs.Not much, otherwise I wouldn't have understood the superficial inside story of these ferries. After all, what is the background of a cultivation mountain? How far the ferry can go? Is it a short journey of tens of thousands of miles, can it travel half a continent, or can it simply cross a continent? This is a very intuitive entry point.

When asking someone for advice, Chen Pingan took out a pot of fairy wine bought from the Skeleton Beach. It is not as famous as Yin Shen Tea. It is called Fenghai Wine, which is extremely strong.

On this day, Song Lanqiao suddenly left the house and ordered the ferry to lower its height. After half a stick of incense, Song Lanqiao came to the bow of the ship, stood on the railing, squinting and overlooking the mountains and rivers. He could vaguely see a strange phenomenon. The old monk couldn't help but marveled. .

The ferry is not too high off the ground, and the weather is clear, the view is excellent, and the mountains and rivers below are clear. It's just that ordinary monks can't see the slightest bit of that strange scene.

Song Lanqiao is just watching the excitement and will not interfere. This can be regarded as a pretense of public benefit, but the extra dozens of snow coins spent on half a stick of incense were known to the ancestors of Chunlupu who were in charge of money and power, and they would only ask Song Lanqiao what new things he had seen, and how could he care about it? Those few snow coins. A golden elixir monk who can waste his time on a ferry is clearly a poor person whose future is ruined. Most people would not dare to mess with the ferry steward, especially an earthly immortal.

Chen Pingan walked to Lao Jindan, looked at a city covered in black fog, and asked: "Senior Song, the city is covered in black fog. Why is this?"

"Young Master Chen has great eyesight, but even I have trouble seeing."

Song Lanqiao stroked his beard and smiled, "It's a county in the Yinping Kingdom. There should be a disaster coming, and it's obvious that The weather is so obvious because of two situations. One is that there are demons causing trouble, and the other is that the local landscape gods are causing trouble.

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, Chenghuangye and others have reached the point where their golden bodies are decaying and tending to collapse. This Yinping Kingdom seems to have a vast territory, but it is a veritable small country in the southeast of Luzhou, our northern capital. The territory is not very spiritual and there are no qi practitioners. Even if there are, they are just making wedding clothes for others. Therefore, there is only an empty shelf in a remote and remote place like Yinping Country, and qi practitioners don't like to hang out."

This was obviously treating the young monk as a fledgling. Song Lanqiao quickly realized that his words were inappropriate, but when he carefully looked at the man's expression, he still listened carefully and attentively, Song Lanqiao then He breathed a sigh of relief. He was indeed the nobleman of the Zushitang of the Zitouxian family of the Biezhou Sect. Fortunately, he was born in a kind-hearted hilltop like Chunlupu, and switched to a big hilltop ferry in the middle and north of Beiju Luzhou. Once he saw through it, The identity of the other party may need to be teased a bit. Once the two sides have friction and get angry, they will not kill them immediately, but they will definitely find an opportunity to play the role of the wild cultivator and destroy the corpse and eliminate traces. This is often the case. things.

Song Lanqiao hesitated for a moment, but still swallowed the warning words that had reached his lips.

A large number of disciples, the most important thing is to be shameless, so don't add any unnecessary extravagance, lest the other party doesn't think well of you and is resented.

After Chen Pingan looked around, he held up his bamboo hat and said with a smile: "Senior Song, I have nothing to do anyway, and I am a little bored. If I go down to play, I may have to wait until later to reach Chunlu Garden. I'll have a drink with Senior Song then. Leaving the boat later may have some impact on the ferry formation."

Song Lanqiao was stunned for a moment, but the monk always acted as he pleased. Jin Dan didn't say much, just said a few auspicious words.

Then the old monk seemed a little embarrassed when he saw the foreign monk named Chen.

Why not wield a sword? Even if it feels too eye-catching, why is it difficult to control the wind?

Chen Pingan had no choice but to slap the sword gourd, put one hand on the railing, turned over, and lightly split the ferry formation with a palm of his hand, passing through, and his body was shot like an arrow. He went out, and then his feet seemed to step on the top of a faint green sword light. His knees were slightly bent, and he suddenly exerted force, and his body quickly tilted downwards. The ripples around him shook loudly, and there was a loud noise, which made the Jindan monk's eyelids look up. I'm trembling to myself, good guy, he's just a young swordsman, but his body is as tough as a golden body warrior, right?

What a stupid swordsman!

Chen Pingan landed on a mountain peak and waved goodbye from a distance.

The same is true for Song Lanqiao. After all, he still understands etiquette and cannot be disliked.

It is so difficult for monks on the mountain to get together and disperse easily.

Chen Pingan took out a bamboo box and carried it on his back.

The Sword Immortal was unwilling to take out his sheath. Apparently he was angry because he had not been able to have a good fight in the Ghost Valley.

As for Jian Fei Chuyi, formerly known as "Xiao Fengdu", Chen Pingan did not dare to let him leave Jianhu easily.

Chen Pingan took out the bunch of walnuts and put it on his hand, and then put the three Yunxiao Palace talismans into his left sleeve.

It is a good thing that we did not encounter golden-backed geese and giant frogs in Jinguang Peak and Yuehua Mountain.

This is the hidden reason why I chose this Chunlupu ferry.

Chen Pingan hesitated for a moment and did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he found a secluded place and began to refine the longest golden thunder whip of Jixiao Mountain. After about two hours, it was refined. A rough man, holding a hiking pole, began to walk towards the Yinping Kingdom, which was fifty or sixty miles away on the mountain road.

On the occasion of parting ways with Pang Lanxi at the ferry, the young man presented two sets of gallery-filled paintings of goddesses, which were his great-grandfather’s most proud works. They are priceless, and a set of paintings of goddesses is worth a grain of rain. The money is still priceless, but Pang Lanxi said that Chen Pingan doesn't need to pay for it, because his great-grandfather said that the heartfelt words that Chen Pingan said at the mansion earlier were very fresh and refined, like orchids in an empty valley, without any trace of it. Like flattery.

Chen Pingan shamelessly accepted the two sets of goddess pictures, smiled and said to Pang Lanxi that next time he returns to Skeleton Beach, he must have a drink with your great-grandfather.

Pang Lanxi is an honest person. He said that my great-grandfather only has three sets of gods left in his hands.The female pictures are all gone, so I’ll give you two sets, and one set to the Patriarch, the head of the Patriarch Hall. I want to use some flattery in exchange for the gallery to fill in the book, just to embarrass his great grandfather.

Chen Ping'an looked sincere and said that your great-grandfather has a deep heart. He is already familiar with the spiritual charm of the goddesses in the mural city. It is like gods and ghosts helping each other from heart to pen and pen to paper. , the goddess on the paper is naturally lifelike, as if she is connected with your great-great-grandfather, everything will fall into place, and it will be done by nature...

Pang Lanxi was dumbfounded after hearing this.

But when the ferry on which Chen Pingan was riding went away, the young man was a little reluctant to leave.

The young man wanted to hear more about the guy’s reasoning behind drinking.

Far away from the ferry at that time, the Patriarch of the Pima Sect was staring at the palm of his hand.

Pang Shanling on the side nodded and smiled, "It suits me very well."

The old patriarch held it in for a long time, but could not come up with any fancy words, so he had to give up and asked: "Do you believe this kind of polite talk from the street?"

Pang Shanling raised an eyebrow, "In your Pi Ma Sect, can I hear this?"

Old Patriarch He was so annoyed that he scolded the young ranger for being shameless. If he didn't have a decent attitude towards women, he might be the second Jiang Shangzhen.

At that time, Chen Ping'an only knew that the ancestor of Pima Sect and Pang Shanling must be observing himself and Pang Lanxi with the magical power of observing mountains and rivers in the palm of his hand. As for the ancestor's anger, he would not know.

A young ranger in a blue shirt carrying a suitcase, holding a hiking pole, walked on the bleak mountain ridge path in winter.

I hope that the little mouse spirit who looks after the gate of Yangchang Palace can read endless books in his life, and can safely travel back and forth between Ghost Valley and Skeleton Beach, carrying a book box on his back, and return home with a full load every time.

I hope the two monsters on the chain bridge will devote themselves to cultivation, refrain from doing evil, and achieve immortality.

I hope that the old turtle who went back to the temple to listen to Buddhist scriptures can make up for his mistakes and achieve positive results.

I wonder if the young fox charm in Baojing Mountain who hides her face under a green umbrella can find a lover who can hold her umbrella to protect her from the rain?

Can the white-skeleton swordsman named Pu Chun, wearing a green shirt and wielding a sword, one day appear in the world as a woman, with a frown on his face?

Chen Ping'an doesn't know whether these things will happen.

Just like he didn’t know, in the eyes of the ignorant Pang Lanxi, in the eyes of the mouse spirit, and in the eyes of the scholar Cao Qinglang in the more distant Lotus Root Paradise, he met Chen Pingan, Just like Chen Pingan met A Liang and Mr. Qi when he was young.

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