Chapter 560: Morning bells and evening drums, no smoke

On Luolu Mountain, the young mountain owner traveled far away, and the old man on the second floor also traveled far away, so no one lived in the bamboo house.

Chen Lingjun stopped wandering around recently and would come to sit at the stone table by the cliff from time to time.

He knew that he was the most unlikable being on Luolu Mountain. He was not as diligent and intelligent as the literary fire python born in Cao's Zhilan House, and even not as cute as Zhou Mili, a little guy who was stupid and cute. . Cen Yuanji was brought up the mountain by Zhu Lian. He has good qualifications and can endure hardships in boxing. His daily life is busy and fulfilling. Shi Rou was in charge of the business of a shop in the town and didn't make much money, but after all she was helping Luo Luoshan make money, and she had a good relationship with Pei Qian. Whenever Pei Qian had free time, he would go there to see Shi Rou. Rou, said she was worried about Shi Rou enriching herself, but in fact she was just worried that Shi Rou would feel neglected by Luo Luoshan.

Only he, Chen Lingjun, wants to save face and suffer. Whatever he does or says, he is not pleasing to the eye.

The brother Yujiang Water God became more and more polite to him after three night banquets with the gods. However, this kind of politeness made Chen Lingjun very disappointed. Some words of flattery were so attentive that even Chen Lingjun couldn't adapt to them.

He preferred to be at Shuifu, where they drank wine from large bowls, ate large pieces of meat, spoke vulgarly, and called each other names.

But Chen Lingjun is not a fool, he can see many things.

For example, if Senior Cui leaves and goes to the Lotus Root Blessed Land, he will definitely never come back.

But Chen Lingjun couldn't even say goodbye. When the old man in Qingshan left with Pei Qian, he could only sit here in a daze, pretending that he didn't know anything. .

Early in the morning, it was supposed to be the time for Pei Qian to go upstairs and eat his fists.

Now the bamboo building is silent.

Chen Lingjun was lying on the table, with a pile of melon seeds snatched from Chen Ruchu in front of him. The warm sun today made him so weak that he couldn't even knock the melon seeds.

I was thinking about whether I should go to the mountain gate and have a fight with Brother Dafeng. Brother Dafeng is still very quack-like, but some of the dirty talk is so convoluted that I have to think about it for a long time before I can come up with it. Means coming.

Chen Lingjun turned to look at the mansions. The old cook was not on the mountain, nor was Pei Qian. Cen Yuanji could not cook and was also troublesome, so he asked Chen Ruchu The girl helped prepare a lot of pastries to eat, and Zhou Mili was a little water monster who didn't really need to eat, so there was no smoke on the mountain. There are layers of peach and plum blossoms on the mountain, and fireworks in the clouds are home to people.

Chen Lingjun feels that there are fewer people in Luopo Mountain now, and everyone is busy with their own affairs, so the human atmosphere has become much weaker.

Chen Lingjun shifted his gaze again and looked at the second floor of the bamboo building, feeling a little sad.

When the old man was around, he always felt uncomfortable. Chen Lingjun felt that he would never be able to withstand the old man's punches in his life. Without him, his heart felt empty again.

Chen Lingjun sighed heavily and reached out to twist a melon seed, intending to chew it instead of peeling it to relieve his boredom.

Then Chen Lingjun stiffened his movements, gently put back the melon seeds, moved his buttocks slightly, and quietly moved his head, preparing to turn his face away from the cliff just like that.

Unexpectedly, the old Confucian scholar in green shirt appeared out of thin air and smiled at him.

Chen Lingjun swallowed, stood up, bowed and bowed, "Chen Lingjun pays homage to the Imperial Master."

Da Li embroidered tiger, Cui Chan.

He is a powerful person who can crush him to death with one finger.

Chen Ping'an is not in Luolu Mountain, the old man is not in Zhulou, Zhu Lian and Wei Bo have gone to Zhongyue territory again, and Chen Lingjun has no backer for the time being!

Cui Chan smiled and said: "Go about your business."

Chen Lingjun glanced at the bluestone path from the bamboo building to the mansion, felt a little uneasy, and said goodbye. , actually climbed down the stone cliff. Taking this path, it was safer to be farther away from the national master.

Cui Chan remembered the way the little snake in green looked at the bamboo building earlier and smiled.

There was a small calculation, and it was done casually without causing trouble.

In the mountains to the west of Longquan County, there is a hilltop temporarily occupied by people, which seems to be suitable for the genus of dragons to live.

Cui Chan stood in the corridor on the second floor, quietly waiting for someone to arrive.

A white rainbow came from far away in the sky, with the sound of spring thunder exploding, swift and violent.

Ignore any rules set by Ruan Qiong.

Cui Yi shook his head and sighed in his heart. Fortunately, he said hello to Ruan Qiong.

A young man in white clothes with a mole between his eyebrows, holding a green bamboo stick made of ordinary material, with a tired look on his face.

Cui Dongshan fell on the open space on the first floor, his eyes full of bloodshot eyes, and said angrily: "You old bastard, you just eat shit every day, why don't you stop grandpa from going to that blessed place?!"

Cui Chan asked back: "If you stop me, so what?"

Cui Dongshan was so angry that his face was livid, "You can stop me for a day, can't you just wait for me to come?! Then you Get away as far as you can!”

Cui Han looked indifferent.

Cui Dongshan suddenly calmed down and took a deep breath, "Grandpa studies, studies, martial arts, and conducts himself in the world. The only time he gave in was for our bastard grandson, who has a lot of tricks in his head! If you retreat, it's all over. The eleventh realm of martial arts is gone! Without the eleventh realm, people will die!"

Cui Chan said: "And for your husband, With this desolate mountain."

Cui Dongshan stepped back and sat down at the stone table, holding a bamboo stick in both hands, lowering his head and gritting his teeth.

Perhaps he couldn't sit still, Cui Dongshan stood up, walked around in circles, and walked away quickly.

Cui Han looked at the anxious guy and said slowly: "You are not as good as me. You can't even think clearly about what grandpa cares about and why he makes such a choice. So what if he comes? Is it interesting? ? What's the use of asking you to go to the Lotus Root Blessed Land and find Grandpa?It's really useful, that is, it makes grandpa feel uneasy when he leaves. "

Cui Dongshan stopped, his eyes sharp, "Cui Han! Be careful what you say! "

Cui Chan said: "Cui Dongshan, you should be more careful and sensible. If you hadn't re-entered the upper five realms, you, Cui Dongshan, would be qualified to jump on my side. "

Cui Dongshan sat down gently, holding a green bamboo stick in his arms. He no longer looked at the second floor and said to himself: "Why did grandpa have to get involved in the battle between the three and four? Why did grandpa go crazy? Wasn't it us? Grandpa is a scholar and has always wanted us to be real scholars. What my grandfather has learned all his life, and his intellectual roots are all from the lineage of Naya Saint. Why do we in the Divine Continent of Middle-earth fight angrily for our lineage of literary saints? Why do we bully our master and destroy our ancestors, and make grandpa even more disappointed? "

Cui Chan slapped his hand on the railing and finally became furious, "Ask me? ! Ask heaven and earth, ask conscience! "

Cui Dongshan's eyes were dull and he clenched his hiking pole tightly with both hands, "I'm a little tired and can't ask anymore questions. ”

Cui Dongshan remembered that when he was young, he had to be taken by that strict and rigid old man to visit mountains and climb mountains. The long journey made the child miserable.

Once The old man climbed up the steps, not caring about the sweaty children behind him, and walked up the stairs.

The old man seemed to be deliberately angry with his grandson, not saying that he was already far away, but still reciting a poem loudly. A poem by a Chinese literary giant said that my husband was as strong and strong as a young man, but I wanted to say that his pen was as long as a long stick!

The child remembered that poem so hard that he never thought about it later. After the child grew up, the young man ran away from home in anger and became a disciple of an old scholar. The old scholar inexplicably became a literary sage, and the young man inexplicably became the first disciple of a saint. Finally, he had the opportunity to meet the famous Confucian sage in China. It's just that at that time, the young man who was more energetic than any of his peers actually had only one thought in his mind, that is, if he had the opportunity to return to his hometown in the future, he must talk to his grandfather about this and the person he admired. When it comes to essays, you lose to your grandson, and when you play chess, you lose your beard.

It’s just that I have a lot of words in my stomach. When I can say it, I don’t want to say more, but I want to say it. At this time, it was no longer possible to say.

In the distance, a morning bell rang in Longquan County.

As soon as the bell sounded, the city gates were opened and all the people were working. Until the evening drums were played, the whole family was reunited and had a good time.

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Yuchun County, near the foot of Xinzhongyue Mountain in Dali, is a medium-sized county. , in the old Zhu Ying Dynasty, it was not a prosperous place, and its cultural and military fortunes were average, and its reputation was mediocre. It did not get the glory of the great mountain Daizi Mountain. The new prefect, Wu Yuan, was a foreigner. It was said that he was in Dali. Being the governor of a local county in his native country is considered normal, but smart people in the officialdom all know that Governor Wu will be demoted. Once he is far away from the court's sight, he will lose the possibility of quickly becoming the center of the Dali Temple. An official assigned to a vassal country has not been promoted to a higher rank. It is obvious that he is just sitting there.The frustrated person who got benched probably offended someone.

It’s just that no matter how bleak the official career of Commander Wu is, he is a native of Dali after all, and he is young. Therefore, the governor of Liangzhou, where Yuchun County is located, privately told people that all officials in Yuchun County must be treated with courtesy. Wu Yuan, if the new official takes the first three measures, even if they are not in line with local customs, he will have to be tolerant. Fortunately, after Wu Yuan took office, there was almost no movement. It was just a matter of time. All the big and small affairs were left to the old yamen people to handle. Many of the regular opportunities to show their faces were given to several senior auxiliary officers of the yamen office. Next, the atmosphere is quite harmonious. It's just that such a soft temperament will inevitably make his subordinates feel contemptuous.

On this day, the young prefect was sitting in the yamen as usual. His desk was piled with county annals and maps of Kanyu. He was flipping through them slowly and occasionally writing something.

Wu Yuan felt something in his heart, raised his head, and saw a familiar face, leaning against the door of the official hall. Wu Yuan was in a good mood, laughed, stood up, and bowed: "The tiger is here, are you there?" Welcome from afar."

It was Wei Bo who had removed his blindness.

Wei Bo crossed the threshold and said with a smile: "Master Wu is a little unloyal. In the previous night banquet, he only sent a congratulatory note."

Wu Yuan smiled calmly and said: "The salary is meager. I spent 10 to 20 to support myself and 50 to 60 to buy books. I have some money left every month. I saved it hard because I fell in love with an ancient inkstone in Yunxing County next door. It’s just a slap in the face, but it’s not a fat man, so I thought that the journey was far away, and it would be hard for Lord Tiger to come to investigate. How could I have imagined that Lord Wei Shanjun would be so persistent that he would come?”

Wei Bo. He twisted his wrist, and in his hand came out a Laokeng banana inkstone that was well-known in the old Zhu Ying Dynasty. He placed it gently on the desk, "Master Wu is not loyal, but I, Wei Bo, am very different. I traveled thousands of miles to visit people to reminisce about the past, and I didn't forget to take detours." Buying gifts."

Wu Yuan leaned over and stared at the lovely ancient inkstone, stretched out his hand to carefully rub the texture, and said in surprise: "Good guy, the first-class bananas taken from the bottom of the green dragon pit. The key to the inkstone is that our military general stationed in Da Li has previously sealed off this old pit and sent military personnel to guard the pit. It is obvious that it will soon become a royal tribute to our emperor, so it is on the market The price of the few ancient inkstones from this pit is getting more and more scary. Even if I have been a prefect for a hundred years, I may not be able to get the money."

Wu Yuan reluctantly withdrew his gaze and looked at the man in white. The man of God asked with a smile: "Master Tiger, tell me what you have to say. With this priceless banana inkstone, I guarantee that you will know everything you want to know."

Wei Bo said: " "Zhongyue Mountain Lord Jinqing, how about it?"

Dali New Zhongyue, Tiger Mountain Lord Jinqing, was once the first mountain god in the Zhuying Dynasty. There is a unique sword-washing pool halfway up the mountain, with many swords. When cultivators come here to temper their swords, Jin Qing often secretly protects them. Therefore, they not only have a good relationship with the Zhu Ying Dynasty, which has the largest number of sword cultivators in the continent, but also have a close relationship with many Jindan sword cultivators in the continent. Among them, the tiger Jin Qing has an irreversible relationship with Li Tuanjing of Fengleiyuan.Known to the world, Li Tuanjing traveled to the Zhu Ying Dynasty in his early years. There were many conflicts and angered the Beiyue Zhengshen. There was a critical moment. For this reason, Jin Qing did not hesitate to antagonize his two colleagues, the Northern and Southern Monarchs, and insisted on escorting Longmen at that time. Li Tuanjing, who had reached the realm of cultivation, left the dynasty safely.

Wu Yuan laughed loudly, turned around and took out a stack of paper from the desk, wrote in neat small regular characters, and handed it to Wei Bo, "It's all written on it."

Wei Bo lowered his head. Flipping through the contents on the paper, he clicked his tongue and said: "All along the way, the local people said that Yuchun County is coming

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No one can see each other. It turns out that Commander Wu is not idle either."

The messy information from hearsay is of little significance and can easily lead to misunderstandings.

What Wu Yuan wrote on the paper recorded the real actions done by Zhongyue Zishan and Tiger Jinqing in history.

Wei Bo carefully browsed what was written on the paper. They were all about which dynasty, generation and year Jinqing was in, and what specific things they did, one by one. In addition, there were also There are ink-brush annotations, which contain detailed annotations that Wu Yuan himself, as a bystander, seemed to be reading in history books. Wu Yuan also wrote some of the rumors and deeds spread among the people, but he always circled them with the words "miraculous" and "zhiwei". tail.

Wei Bo read carefully but also quickly. He quickly finished reading a large pile of papers, returned it to Wu Yuan, and said with a smile: "The gift is not in vain."

Wei Bo stood on tiptoe and glanced at the pile of papers on the table, "Hey, what a coincidence, Mr. Wu has recently been studying the origin of the digging of many inkstone pits in Yunxing County? Why, can't he print a book? Yu Chun Isn’t it outrageous for the county governor to secretly make money for himself by relying on Yunxing County’s specialties?”

Wu Yuan said frankly: “I have nothing to do, and I want to use this trivial matter as an entry point to see more of Zhu. Due to the changes in the officialdom of the Ying Dynasty, the secret files of the subjugated palace have been banned for a long time. The lower officials have no chance to read them, so they have to find another way."

Wei Bo nodded and said appreciatively: "Master Wu did not take it. Our new governor in Longzhou is a sigh of relief."

Wu Yuan said with a smile: "Reward for merit outweighs punishment. It should be like this. I am very satisfied to be able to retain the title of county governor. Being able to stay out of the eyes of some important people in the court and out of the way of some people is a blessing in disguise. I am happy and peaceful hiding here." Wei Bo didn't intend to stay long, so Wu Yuan said: " The tiger must visit Xu Ruo when he leaves his jurisdiction this time, right? It's best to go to the Zhongyue Temple first and then visit his old friend."

Wei Bo nodded and said, "That's the plan. . Earlier I was in seclusion at Piyun Mountain, and Mr. Xu helped me guard the retreat. When I was about to successfully leave the seclusion, he quietly left and returned to Zishan. I would like to express my gratitude in person for such a great kindness. , It doesn’t make sense.”

Wu Yuan said with a smile: “Then please leave Sir Shanjun quickly, and don’t delay the official’s appreciation of the ancient inkstone.”

Wei Bo smiled. Leaving, the body dissipates.

In fact, Weibo left the ferry and showed up in Yunxing CountyLater, in the temple on the top of Zhongyue Mountain, the majestic statue of the god opened a pair of golden eyes, but the tiger Jin Qing chose to turn a blind eye to the visit of the white-clothed god.

When Wei Bo appeared in Yuchun County at the foot of the mountain, Jin Qing strode out of the golden statue. He was a tall man wearing purple clothes and a jade belt. The mountain was full of incense, but no one could see this scene.

Jin Qing walked among the many faithful men and women in the main hall. After crossing the threshold, he stepped out and directly came to the relatively quiet top of the secondary peak of Diazi Mountain.

The Five Sacred Mountains in various countries in the world are almost never just two or three isolated peaks. They often cover vast territories and stretch of mountains. For example, the Chazi Mountain consists of eight peaks. The main peak is known as the Zhuying Dynasty. The leader of the Ten Thousand Mountains in the central territory, the Zhongyue Temple is built on the top of the mountain, which is a place of worship for emperors and subjects of the past dynasties.

The second peak is called Diezhang Peak. There is no Taoist temple building on the top of the mountain. It is the earliest mountain god palace built in Jinqing. Today, there are only a few mountain king female envoys taking care of the houses there, and there are no The mountain god sits in it.

At the beginning of the emergence of architecture, Jin Qing was not the mountain king of Zhongyue, but Mount Zizi was already the ancient Zhongyue Mountain of the Zhuying Dynasty. After the golden body of the old tiger collapsed, the authority to control the mountain was handed over to In the hands of Jin Qing, Zhu Ying, the famous prime minister who held the power of a country at that time, once built a thatched cottage on the north side of Diezhang Peak, where he studied and practiced martial arts for many years.

Jin Qing looked indifferent, overlooking the mountains and rivers of the earth.

All personnel and affairs are fleeting.

Jin Qing's gaze shifted. In the Laojun Cave at Fenglong Peak, the Mohist hero Xu Ruo stayed there alone. He said he was concentrating on practicing, but in fact, the gods of the mountains and rivers in the Zishan Mountains were all in their hearts. He knew full well that Xu Ruo was monitoring Zhongyue. Compared with the earth-shaking fight on Qishan Mountain in Xindongyue, where monks on both sides suffered numerous casualties, Diazi Mountain was stained with very little blood. Jin Qing only knew that Xu Ruo had left the Zhongyue boundary twice, the most recent time was to Piyun Mountain. Guarding the gate for Wei Bo, there was no trace of him for the first time. After that, a certain old swordsman who Jin Qing originally thought was bound to show up, who could be called the Dinghai Shenzhen of the Zhu Ying Dynasty, never showed up. Jin Qing was not sure if it was Xu. A weak relationship comes to your door.

If Xu Ruo really stopped the old swordsman.

As the mountain king of Aquarius Continent, Jin Qing will feel better.

No one can tell the level of Xu Ruo’s cultivation, and there is no definite statement. If Ruan Qiong, the Longquan Sword Sect, is the most famous upper-level five monk in Aquarius Continent, then Xu Ruo is the one who hides the most. The only clue is that the Wei and Jin Dynasties in Fengxue Temple challenged Tianjun Xie Shi. Afterwards, a few words were circulated, saying that there was someone behind him with a horizontal sword, and he, Wei Jin, might not be able to win.

Even though Xu Ruo was cultivating right under Jin Qing’s eyes, the tiger Jin Qing was still the same as before, like a common man looking at an abyss with no bottom.

Jin Qing glanced at the Yuchun County Prefect’s Yamen Office and sneered.

As expected, the Beiyue Mountain Lord met Wu Yuan and wanted to go to Fenglong Peak to thank Xu Ruo first.

Look for yourself again.The gas needs more.

Jin Qing frowned.

The next moment, a man in white clothes fluttered to the ground, appeared on this peak, and slowly walked towards Jin Qing. The man smiled and said: "I have to pay homage to Mr. Jinshan. I'm sorry to bother you."

Jin Qing said: "We are also the gods of the tiger, but the five mountains are different. There is no need to be so polite. If you have something to say, just say it. If you have nothing to do, we will not stay."

Wei Bo nodded, "That's it. Best. I came to Zishan this time just to remind you, Jin Qing, not to get in trouble with Lord Yue Shan. I, Bei Yue, am not very happy."

Jin Qing did not look at the handsome man in white. The man of God just looked into the distance and asked, "So what if I'm not happy?"

Wei Bo stretched out his finger and tapped the golden ring next to his ear, and said with a smile, "Then Zhongyue is about to close the mountain."

Jin Qing turned his head and asked, "Is there a secret edict from Emperor Dali? Or do you carry an edict from the Ministry of Rites of the Imperial Court?"

Wei Bo nodded: "Of course...

Then he shook his head and added: “None of them. "

Jin Qing stretched out a hand and said with a smile: "Then Mr. Wei Shan is free to do whatever he wants? ”

Wei Bo is really casual.

Beiyue’s luck is like mountains and seas, rushing crazily to the central boundary of a continent, with momentum like a rainbow, from south to north, like clouds

Looking at the posture, it is definitely not a pretense to scare people.

Jin Qing knew that once the fate of the two mountains collided, it would be a big trouble. Unable to bear it any longer, he shouted angrily: "Wei Bo! You weigh the consequences yourself! "

Wei Bo clasped his hands behind his back and said with a smile: "We should respectfully call him Lord Wei Shan. ”

Jin Qing stopped talking nonsense. He saw a huge golden statue of a god appearing in the Zhongyue Temple on the main peak of Diazi Mountain. He raised his arms high and swept across the sea of ​​clouds, wanting to slap the mountains with one palm.

Behind Wei Bo, on the top of the peak, there is also a majestic golden statue standing on the top of the mountain. Even if it is not on the boundary of his own mountain, Wei Bo's statue is actually higher than the Zhongyue spirit. Fifty feet in length.

The Beiyue Dharma Spirit manifested by Wei Bo with one hand grabbed the Zhongyue God’s arm, held down the latter’s head with the other hand, and then stepped out with a heavy kick. He actually directly pressed the Jinqing golden body so that it staggered back, and was about to fall backwards towards the Fenglong Peak of the Zishan Mountain. Without giving up, Wei Bo's huge body had a golden halo hanging behind it. He stretched out his hand around it, holding The golden ring is about to be smashed on the head of Zhongyue Faxiang.

Both sides are still restrained, and the golden body and faxiang have been reduced. Otherwise, countless buildings will be destroyed by pulling the three peaks of Zishan. p>At this moment, an unspectacular man walked out of the hut at Laojun Cave in Fenglong Peak. He seemed a little helpless with his sword behind him. He shook his head, stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword behind him, and gently He gently unsheathed his sword a few inches.

In an instant, there was a mountain range between the two mountain gods.

He persuaded: "The two mountain kings are really good. If you don't like each other, you'd better choose a polite way of fighting, otherwise you'd better roll up your sleeves and fight., It is an insult to the majesty, and it is a joke to the two tigers of Qishan Mountain and Ganzhou Mountain. I, Xu Ruo, am also suspected of failing to protect the mountain. "

Jin Qing's face was gloomy and he removed the golden statue.

Wei Bo also put away the majestic god.

But Beiyue's luck went south." The momentum of "hitting the mountain" is still unabated.

Jin Qing asked: "Wei Bo, I advise you to stop! "

Wei Bo said: "Jin Qing, if you still act according to your past thoughts, you will not be able to maintain the peace of the old mountains, rivers, soil and water. The Dali court is not stupid, and it is very clear that you, Jin Qing, have never really returned home. If you can't figure this out, I'll simply help Da Li change to a tiger. Anyway, I don't like you. Xu Ruo has tried to stop you once, and he has already done his best to you. "

Jin Qing turned his head and looked to the north. At the junction of the two mountains, there was already a sign of wind and rain.

Jin Qing said dejectedly: "Tell me, what should Zhongyue do? , you are willing to withdraw Beiyue Feng Shui.

Wei Bo smiled and said: "You don't even show respect to Beiyue. How can you really be loyal to the Dali court?" Do you think there are three-year-old children in the Great Li Chao Hall? Do you want me to teach you how to do it? Bringing heavy gifts, go to Piyun Mountain to bow your head and admit your mistake, and come to apologize! "

Xu Ruo touched his forehead and returned to the hut. Knowing such a friend, he was really a bad person.

Jin Qing asked doubtfully: "Is that just that? "

Wei Bo asked back: "Otherwise? Besides, you have arrived at the border of Beiyue. How many steps can you take from the capital of Great Li? Just raise your feet and we're here, right? As long as the Zhongyue territory itself is not in chaos, the Dali imperial court is not a lunatic and deliberately wants to start a killing spree here? Do you know clearly that your vague gesture of seeming loyalty and righteousness will make many survivors of the subjugated country feel lucky, and hope that their generosity in dying will make you wake up and finally rise up with them? If you, Jinqing, really think this way, you can be considered a man. If you don't want to do this, you are willing to bear the infamy, and you also want to protect the safety of the people, why are you so pretentious? "

Jin Qing was speechless.

Wei Bo said: "When we go back to Piyun Mountain, don't forget the gift. Only when the courtesy is important can the affection be strong. "

After finishing speaking, Wei Bo left Diezhang Peak and went to the hut outside Laojun's Cave in Fenglong Peak.

Xu Ruo stood at the door, folding his arms, leaning At the door, he said angrily: "Master Wei Dashan, is this how you want to repay me? You have nothing to say, but you still make such a fuss? "

Wei Bo stamped his feet and lamented: "It's really a great kindness that goes unpaid! "

Xu Ruo stretched out his hands and rubbed his cheeks vigorously, "Being a tiger is the only one among the world's landscape gods to do this.

Wei Bo said with resentment in his eyes: "Isn't it true that a horse is thin and has long hair, while a man is poor and has short ambitions?" "

Xu Ruo smiled, stretched out his hand and pointed casually, "Disappear for me, Ma Liu'er. "

Wei Bo smiled and said: "Yes! ”

Leave.

Xu Ruo thought for a while, Yufeng went to Diezhang Peak, the tigerJin Qing stood there with a solemn expression.

Xu Ruo didn’t say anything.

Jin Qing suddenly said: "The sun is shining brightly, tens of thousands of people are walking on the mountain, thousands of people are holding turbans, hundreds of men are carrying heavy weights, and lowering them under the bonfire to bring out the treasures."

Xu Ruo I know what this tiger is talking about. He is talking about the incident in the history of the Zhu Ying Dynasty of digging mountains to collect water in order to obtain famous inkstones.

This Jin Qing happened to be a quarryer during his lifetime. Some say he accidentally drowned and died, while others say he was whipped to death by a prison officer. His resentment lingered after his death, but he did not become a degenerate. He was a fierce ghost, but he became a heroic spirit, protecting the mountains and rivers. In the end, the old tiger of Zishan valued his character and was gradually promoted to the mountain god of Diezhangfeng.

Xu Ruo said slowly: "There is no monarch with clean hands in the world. It would be unfair to weigh the gains and losses of an emperor based only on pure benevolence, justice and morality. Regarding the common people of the country and the well-being of the people, , each of us has his own ruler, and there will be considerable differences. As a god, you, Jin Qing, have never lost your human conscience. I see it in my eyes and respect it very much."

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Regardless of whether you refuse the kindness or not, you are worthy of being the king of Zishan. If you are willing, I can almost leave this place. If you don't want to compromise like this, I am willing to hand over a complete sword with my own hands and completely crush your golden body. , Never let others humiliate you Jin Qing and Zishan."

Jin Qing turned around and smiled: "You can unsheath your sword completely?"

Xu Wenqiang nodded and said: "I have been raising the sword for many years, and it is extremely lethal."

Jin Qing smiled, "Then let someone else learn this sword. I, Zishan, can't bear it."< /p>

Xu Ruo hesitated for a moment and reminded: "When visiting Piyun Mountain, the gift does not need to be too heavy."

Jin Qing laughed and scolded: "It turns out they are all the same!"

Xu Ruo cupped his fists and said with a smile: "I've been bothering you for a long time. When you arrive in the capital, remember to say hello. I'll treat the tiger to a drink."

Jin Qing nodded, and then asked: "Mr. Xu is the earliest Did you come to me to conquer Zishan on purpose?"

Xu Ruo stopped and said calmly: "After all, we are here to save lives, but you want to ask why our Mo family chose Da Li. There are so many people dying in Aquarius Continent, I can’t give you an answer yet, but please wait and see.”

Jin Qing was speechless.

Xu Ruo did not return to Fenglong Peak, so he left Zishan Mountain and headed for Lijing City in the north.

He doesn't like sword control.

Because Xu Ruo has always felt that swordsmen and sword cultivators should be on an equal footing.

The Jade Pu Realm Sword Immortal of the Zhu Ying Dynasty who had been in seclusion for many years tried to assassinate Cao Ping, the new hunting envoy of Da Li, but he died before he even set out.

In fact, the opponent does not need to die, Xu Ruo just seriously injured the opponent.

The twilight old man who has been in seclusion for hundreds of years but has never been able to break through the seclusion.He didn't want to become a prisoner, let alone join the enemy Song family, so after breaking the sword, he had no chance of winning, so he just waited for death. He also laughed and said that he knew he would die at the beginning of this plan, and he could die as the number one swordsman of the Mohist family. Xu Ruo's hand is not too bad.

Xu Ruo made an exception and said something.

In the land of a continent, the emperors, generals, princes, princes, ministers, traffickers and pawns at the foot of the mountain will all die. At dusk under the mountain, there is no more smoke.

After the old man heard about it, he could only feel sad before his death.

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Pei Qian sat on the bench and looked around. The small houses and courtyards were all the same, which almost gave Pei Qian the illusion that he and Cao Qinglang were still the same. Back then, I was just asked by my master to fetch a bucket of water from the well, then I went out and came back, and saw Cao Qinglang, that's all.

She had looked at the Spring Festival couplets pasted at the courtyard gate a hundred times while waiting for Cao Qinglang outside. The handwriting was good, but not so good that she felt ashamed.

Cao Qinglang looked at this dark-skinned girl. In fact, he had many questions to ask her. Why has she not grown much taller after so many years outside? Now they only talk about their heights. There is a difference between them. Head, why did she, Pei Qian, suddenly carry a bamboo box on her back and wear a bamboo knife and sword? Did Mr. Chen live well during his study tour there?

Pei Qian picked up the bamboo box and put it behind him, placed the walking stick across his knees, sat upright, looked straight ahead, not looking at Cao Qinglang, and said straight to the point: "Do you know that back then, my master, in fact, I want to take you away from the Lotus Flower Blessed Land, but you are not willing to take me away at all."

Cao Qinglang hesitated for a moment, and did not rush to answer. He asked with a smile: "Mr. Chen, you will be accepted. Disciple? "

Pei Qian's eyes shone like the sun and the moon, and he nodded and said solemnly: "Yes! I have walked through thousands of mountains and rivers with Master, and Master has never left me behind!"

Cao Qinglang lightly clenched his hands into fists and placed them on his knees with a gentle smile, "Although it is a pity that Mr. Chen did not take me away from here, I think it is a wonderful thing for you to travel thousands of miles with Mr. Chen. , I envy you very much."

Pei Qian was silent.

Cao Qinglang turned around and asked: "Now that Mr. Chen wants you to carry water, will you still carry the bucket and sprinkle water to clean the streets?"

Pei Qian suddenly turned his head. , just about to get angry, but when she saw the smile in Cao Qinglang's eyes, she felt as if she had no good martial arts skills. Her fists weighed a hundred kilograms, but when faced with a ball of cotton, she couldn't use any strength. She snorted coldly and raised her hands. He put his arms around his chest and said: "You are a coward and you know nothing. Now I have learned countless skills from my master. I am never lazy. I copy books and learn to read every day. I also practice martial arts and boxing. It will be the same whether my master is there or not." "

Cao Qinglang pretended to be surprised, "That's it."

Pei Qian was a little aggrieved. How come Cao Qinglang still doesn't like him after all these years? , and compared to the timid Mengulu back then, he seems to be bolder.

Pei Qian's eyes lit up and he asked: "Iron flower embroidered rock wall, murderous silent frogs, have you heard this poem? ”

Cao Qinglang shook his head.

He is now half a Taoist. He can never forget even one glance and ten lines. He also likes reading since he was a child. As time goes by, , Master Zhongqiu is willing to lend him books. Before the world was divided, Mr. Lu would often send him books from other places. It is not Cao Qinglang's boast, he has read quite a lot.

Pei. Qian asked again: "Do you know how to write the character "黾"?

Cao Qinglang smiled and stretched out a finger, wrote the word "黾" in the air, and said eloquently, "Confucian classics record that in the mid-autumn month, the cold air is strong and the yang energy is declining, so it is called murderous energy." . Frog strides are the sound of frogs. Ancient sages have a saying: "Remove frog strides with the palm of your hand." I once heard a gentleman say with a smile that "Shiyu" likes to talk about the heroic Suzi and the soft Liuzi and ask about his ancestors. At that time, the gentleman clapped his hands with a folding fan and laughed and said, "I Laughter is like the chattering of a frog, or the parrot of a small victory. "

Pei Qian remained calm and said with a straight face: "So you know it too. "

The essence of this sentence lies in the word "ye".

Cao Qinglang certainly did not mean to show off his knowledge. He just wanted to know what kind of person Pei Qian is today. People, it's a little strange, Pei Qian seems to have changed a lot, but many things have not changed.

Pei Qian suddenly said: "The last time we met, I actually wanted to beat you to death because I was afraid you would take me away. Master, Master has always cared about you, not just talking about it. Apart from drinking, Master would talk a little more about what was on his mind. Most of the time, Master would just look into the distance occasionally, in a daze. At that time, Master's eyes would be whispering, so I knew that Master missed you very much and always wanted to keep you by his side so that you would not be alone in the Lotus Root Blessed Land, fearing that you would suffer hardship. "

Pei Qian hesitated for a moment, then grabbed the hiking pole with both hands. The joints turned white and the veins on the back of his hands were exposed. He said slowly: "I'm sorry! "

Cao Qinglang nodded slightly, "I accept your apology, because it is indeed wrong for you to think that way. But you had such an idea, you were able to hold back, guard your heart, and didn't do anything in the end. I think it's very good. So actually you don’t have to worry that I will take away your master. Now that Mr. Chen has accepted you as his disciple, if one day you no longer have this thought, then I guess anyone in the world will take it away, let alone me, Cao Qinglang. Don’t leave Mr. Chen. "

Pei Qian said loudly: "He is the founding disciple, not an ordinary disciple! ”

Cao Qinglang said helplessly: “Okay, great, great, great.” "

Pei Qian looked at him sideways and said slowly: "Meng Hulu, are you really not angry? "

Cao Qinglang raised his elbows slightly, looked at Pei Qian, and made an angry look, like a door god on the door of a small house with wide eyes looking at the world, "I'm very angry! "

Pei Qian twitched the corners of his lips, "Isn't it childish? "

Cao Qinglang asked: "Did you come to Nanyuan Kingdom alone this time? Mr. ChenNot coming?

Pei Qian shook his head and said dullly: "I came to Nanyuan Kingdom with an old man who taught me boxing. We walked a long way before we got here." "

Cao Qinglang asked curiously: "Where is the old gentleman? "

Pei Qian turned his head and stared blankly in the direction of Xinxiang Temple without saying anything.

A moment later.

Cao Qinglang was a little scared.

I saw Pei Qian, who had a slightly taller head and was a little less black, with his mouth open, not crying, but with a lot of tears and runny nose.

In an instant, Pei Qian stood up, his movements were too hasty, and he flicked the hiking pole lying across his knees, but she didn't care. Then the ground in the small courtyard shook, and Pei Qian's figure disappeared instantly.

Cao Qinglang couldn't worry about her, so he floated up like a bird, wearing a green shirt with long sleeves swaying, and followed the thin figure in front of him from a distance

Pei Qianluo. Outside the corridor of Xinxiang Temple, he looked at the old man with his eyes closed and said angrily: "Old man, don't sleep! "

Pei Qian stamped his foot on the ground, stepped back, opened a simple and vigorous boxing frame, and cried: "Grandpa Cui, get up and box!" "

Cao Qinglang stood behind Pei Qian, and a middle-aged monk came over. Cao Qinglang clasped his hands together and apologized.

The abbot monk of Xinxiang Temple nodded slightly and lowered his head. Putting his hands together, he chanted and left slowly.

Pei Qian kept the fist posture for a long time.

Cao Qinglang walked to Pei Qian and gently pressed his fist. "The old gentleman has left. "

Cao Qinglang found that he could not press the fist at all, Pei Qian said to himself: "Grandpa Cui, don't sleep, let's go home together! This is not our home, our home is in Luo Luo Mountain! "

Cao Qinglang had already noticed something strange about Pei Qian, so he had to press Pei Qian's fist heavily with one hand and shouted softly: "Pei Qian! ”

Pei Qian’s natural fisting intention was like charcoal burning the palms of Cao Qinglang’s hands. Cao Qinglang’s expression did not change at all. He moved his feet like an immortal stepping on the gang and fighting, and his sleeves were filled with blood. Qingfeng, holding the sword secret with his back hand, actually forced Pei Qian's fist down by more than an inch. Cao Qinglang said in a deep voice: "Pei Qian, do you still want to make the old gentleman walk unsteadily and uneasy? ! "

Cao Qinglang interrupted the surging fist power like a waterfall. Pei Qian seemed to wake up a little. He squatted down, hugged his head and cried. His eyes were always fixed on the man sitting there. The old man in green shirt in the corridor

The next moment, the old man in green shirt who was sleeping in death seemed to be pulled by the drum-beating fist of the god before. The fist intention was silent, but it was alive.

From Cui Cheng's hands gently folded in front of him, two bright lights like the sun and the moon appeared, all the fist intentions of the tenth realm peak martial artist. , from the body of the withered and rotten wood, from the hundred-skeleton Qi Palace, quickly poured into the two groups of light. Cao Qinglang was dazzled by the light and had to close his eyes. Not only that, he was overwhelmed by the fist intention that was about to collapse like a mountain.Forced so hard that Cao Qinglang didn't want to retreat, he could only slide backwards. Finally, his back was against the wall, unable to move. The aura he had gained from practicing Taoism could not be condensed at all.

But that strong fisting intention that no one in the world dared to restrain had no impact on Pei Qian.

Pei Qian clenched his hands into fists and stood up. A bead hovered in front of her, eventually lingering around Pei Qian and slowly flowing around.

Another bead shot straight into the sky, collided with the sky, and shattered into pieces, like a martial arts drizzle falling from the lotus root blessing.

For this half of the martial arts fortune, Zhu Lian should have followed the old man and the young child into this new blessed land of lotus roots. After the old man died, Zhu Lian was a warrior in the Far Traveling Realm. The first person in martial arts could naturally get a lot, but Zhu Lian refused.

Pei Qian did not dare to catch the martial arts bead that the old man left for her.

What if Grandpa Cui is not dead? If he accepts this gift, Grandpa Cui will really die.

Why do we have to deal with life and death when we were young, and then we still have to do this when we grow up?

Cao Qinglang looked at the back and said softly: "No matter how uncomfortable you are, don't lie to yourself. If you leave, you will leave. All we can do is to make ourselves live a better life "

Pei Qian, who had his back to Cao Qinglang, nodded slightly, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and held the martial arts bead.

Pei Qian turned to look at Cao Qinglang and said, "Grandpa Cui actually has a lot to say, but he didn't have time to tell the master."

The small temple, the melodious sound of evening drums sounded.

(End of this chapter)