Chapter 659: The Central Warrior

Liu Xianyang really just went back to his hometown to see it. After watching it, he took the dragon boat ferry called "Fan Mo" in Luo Po Mountain. It could not reach the old dragon city directly, so he had to clear the water in the middle of Aquarius Island. Transfer to Xianjia Ferry near the country and go south along the dragon road.

All the direct monks from the Ancestral Hall on Zhuchai Island have already moved from Shujian Lake to Cheilyubei. They are considered to be the earliest fairy sect to form an alliance with Luolu Mountain.

Her Royal Highness the Princess, who used to listen to the government from behind the curtain, is now the owner of the island, Liu Chongrun, who personally serves as the steward of the ferry. After all, it is difficult to reassure people that a ferry does not have an Earth Immortal monk sitting on it.

Ruan Xiu saw Liu Xianyang off at the Niujiaoshan Ferry.

The dragon boat was huge, and it was a mountain of gold and silver in itself. Liu Xianyang was deeply moved when he saw it. In the early years, the one who wanted to make money the most among the three of them was not Gu Can, but Chen Ping'an. However, unlike Gu Can who wants to make money and thinks about how to spend it early, Chen Ping'an is afraid of poverty. Only if he can make money every day, no matter how much, and his family's wealth is only one copper coin more than yesterday, can he make money. Unstable days become stable, and stable days become more stable.

This time when he returned to his hometown, Liu Xianyang mostly visited houses, chatting with the neighbors who had stayed in the town for a long time. The elderly went there less and less every year, and the children wearing crotchless pants, As they grow up year by year, they all get married, and they may not recognize Liu Xianyang when they meet them. Those peers of the same age in the past are busy doing business in the city, so Liu Xianyang has the opportunity to really talk to people. There are not many left, and they are bound to become less and less in the future.

Now chatting with the old man, Xinghua Lane has become Ma Kuxuan, a fairy on the mountain, Chen Ping'an, a big landowner who bought many hills in his hometown, Song Jixin, who has inexplicably become the son and grandson of a dragon, and Dong Shuijing, who was doing big business with the officials in Zhoucheng, was the most talked-about figure in the town.

And these old people who have survived the hard life seem to particularly like to praise the feng shui of Xinghua Lane and Clay Vase Lane, saying that they are no worse than Fulu Street and Taoye Lane.

Liu Xianyang likes to hear the old people talk about the shortcomings of their parents, especially the old people who were not familiar with Mu Ping Alley earlier. When talking about Chen Ping'an, he seems to be the younger generation he watched grow up every day. Liu Xianyang listened very happily. Indeed, Chen Ping'an has been good at dealing with people since he was a child, especially dealing with elders. He usually doesn't talk much, but when he meets people on the road, he will take the initiative to say hello and never mess up the seniority. , even if the other party ignores him or even glances sideways, the boy from Mud Bottle Alley will still call him politely the next time they meet.

Some people get rich and suddenly become wealthy because of good luck and cannot be envied. But some achievements are achieved by accumulating bits and pieces over time. It seems that you can learn it casually, but it seems that you can't learn it.

Liu Xianyang is waiting for the dragon boat ferry to dock, and he still needs to unload and load the goods. Now the sale of dragon boats is related to Pima Zong and Chunlu Pu in Luzhou, Beiju. This is what many small towns are doing. It's unimaginable.

Liu Xianyang suddenly smiled and asked: "The child named Xie Ling on the mountain has a very strange appearance. "

It has always been a small town custom to have something in your words.

Ruan Xiu hummed and said, "It's just a child. "

Liu Xianyang was a little gloating.

Ruan Xiu said: "You can't control Gu Can.

Liu Xianyang nodded and said: "I'll beat him until he's dead. If Gu Can doesn't fight back, he can't change the little slug's fundamental character. I've known this for a long time, so I didn't Thinking about how to control him. This little bastard finally has some conscience left and knows who is really good to him. ”

Ruan Xiu and Liu Xianyang are old acquaintances. Liu Xianyang actually entered the sword-making shop on the bank of Longxu River earlier than Chen Pingan, and served as an apprentice, not the day laborer that Chen Pingan later helped. Whether it's making porcelain or forging swords and forging iron, it seems that Liu Xianyang follows the local customs faster than Chen Pingan. Liu Xianyang likes to pull Chen Pingan behind him as if he is paving the way.

In life, many people want their friends to live well, but they may not want their friends to live better than themselves, especially if they are much better.

This is not the case for Liu Xianyang, and neither is Chen Pingan. This is probably the case. That's why two people with very different personalities can become true friends, and even more so after their lives have undergone earth-shaking changes.

Ruan Xiu held up the embroidered handkerchief and twisted it. A piece of peach blossom cake, asked: "Didn't you go to Mud Bottle Lane to say hello and chat with her? "

Liu Xianyang said with emotion: "The love I had for Xin Xinyan when I was a boy, looking back, is a beautiful memory. ”

By the time Liu Xianyang finished his emotion, Ruan Xiu had already finished a piece of pastry, twisted another piece of almond cake, and said, “What did you talk about with my dad? My dad seems to be very happy.” "

Liu Xianyang said with a smile: "Master Ruan was drinking, and I scolded Chen Ping'an. ”

Ruan Xiu said oh.

Liu Xianyang was not lying, but he still had something serious to discuss with Ruan Xiu. Chen Chunan went to sea that year and returned After that, he found Liu Xianyang and asked him to return to his hometown and help send a message to the Song family of Dali in Aquarius. Liu Xianyang felt that it was better to let Ruan Qiong, the chief minister of Dali and his future master, fight with the young emperor. It's timely. That matter is not a small matter, it is about the Chunru Chen family's support for the Cliff Academy in Sui Dynasty and its return to the list of seventy-two academies. However, the Linlu Academy built by Dali in Piyun Mountain is not the same as Chunru Chen's. I was not familiar with him and would not say a word in the Confucian Temple.

Liu Xianyang was a little confused at the time, so he asked calmly why Chen, a scholar from the Yasheng lineage, would do this. Aren't you worried about criticism within the Yasheng lineage?

Liu Xianyang's worries are not unreasonable. The deputy leader of the Zhongtu Confucian Temple is not the same as Chen Chun'an in terms of realm and seniority. Up and down, in short, Chen Chun'an is a world-famous scholar and the backbone of the Yasheng lineage. However, Chen Chunan still has many constraints on his words and deeds in the Yasheng lineage.

Liu Xianyang blurted out a sentence at that time, saying that we fellow scholars should not just be scholars.

The old man was very pleased, smiled while stroking his beard, and said that our mellow Chen family style was quite good.

Ruan Xiu suddenly said: "I said I don't care too much anymore, so why not take the underground river? It's not like there isn't a ferry going directly to Old Dragon City."

Liu Xianyang Rubbing his cheeks with both hands, he said: "The town was just that big back then. I didn't dare to think too much about the pretty girl on Taoye Lane on Fulu Street. She was different. She was Chen Pingan's neighbor and lived in Mubo Lane. , not even as good as my ancestral home. She was a maid from Song Dynasty who carried firewood and did the work of fetching water and cooking every day. I felt that I was worthy of her. If I really want to say how much I like her, well, yes, I still like her very much. I like it, but not to the point of being obsessed with it and scratching my head. Everything is left to chance. What will happen if we are not together?" Ruan Xiu asked: "The Great Wall of Sword Qi is one. What kind of place?"

Liu Xianyang thought for a while, "It's a place with few things but a lot of sword cultivation. Cultivation, life and death, don't seem to be that big on the Great Wall of Sword Qi. That’s why there are a lot of drunkards there, and both sword cultivators and sword immortals like to drink. It can even be said that in my impression, the Great Wall of Sword Qi is the most unlikeable place for experts.”

Ruan Xiu nodded.

Liu Xianyang looked awkward, hesitated for a long time, and finally couldn't help but said: "Ruan Xiu, I have known you for a long time, right? We have a very good relationship, right? It's just that some words, I really It’s hard to say anything, Chen Ping’an, you are all my friends, so I can only try not to say the words you might want to hear about something.”

Ruan Xiuti. He started, looked at Liu Xianyang, and shook his head, "I don't want to hear the words you think I want to hear, such as why Ruan Xiu is better than Ning Yao, and you and I are better friends than Ning Yao."

Liu Xianyang was relieved and laughed, "Miss Ruan is Miss Ruan after all."

Ruan Xiu said: "I just asked, in addition to being curious about what the Sword Qi Great Wall looks like now, I also want to know How is he doing there? If he is doing well because Ning Yao is here, and I am friends with him, of course I will also be very happy."

Liu Xianyang wants to follow. Chat a few more words with Ruan Xiu, talking about how that boy Chen Pingan is like a fish in the Great Wall of Sword Qi.Water, Liu Xianyang suddenly stopped, silently warning himself in his heart not to talk too much.

In a few years, when Liu Xianyang returns to his hometown next time, he will legitimately become the direct descendant of the Longquan Sword Sect’s ancestral hall. Regarding this matter, after Liu Xianyang climbed the mountain, Ruan Qiong told both the direct descendant and the named disciple. I understand, it’s just that Liu Xianyang’s ranking on the ancestral hall genealogy is after Dong Gu, the founder of the mountain, or directly after Xie Ling. Ruan Qiong didn’t say, and Liu Xianyang didn’t ask, so he became the ranking of many named disciples of Longquan Sword Sect today. An interesting conversation, everyone in the sect is now familiar with the temper of the sect leader. As long as he is sincere in practicing swordsmanship, he has few taboos in words. There are a lot of speculations about Liu Xianyang's cultivation state. After all, serious Confucian disciples don't practice much swordsmanship.

Ruan Xiu asked curiously: "Why are you still willing to come back here to practice swordsmanship and Taoism in Longquan Sword Sect? My father can't teach you anything."

Liu Xianyang said helplessly: " Chen Ping'an is too good at taking care of others, but not very good at taking care of himself. I'm worried about him being far away."

"I'm not worried about Chen Ping'an"

Ruan Xiu whispered. After saying Liu Xianyang's heartfelt words, she laughed, put away the embroidered handkerchief and put it into her sleeve. With her fingers stained with pastry crumbs, she gently twisted the corners of her sleeves and said, "Liu Xianyang, not everyone is qualified to say this. It may have been fine before, but it will be very difficult in the future."

Liu Xianyang laughed and said, "I'm worried about Chen Pingan."

Ruan Xiuxiao narrowed her eyes. Play dumb.

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The residence and study of the old Longcheng feudal prince.

On the desk were placed some orthodox history books from different dynasties, collections of poems by literary figures, and albums of paintings and calligraphy. There was not a single item from the Immortal Family placed as a decoration.

There are four screens placed behind the bookcase, one is the old Dali map, one is the territory of Aquarius Continent, and the other two are respectively painted with the distribution maps of the Xianjia sects of Tongye Continent and Beiju Luzhou.

Song Jixin, who had just returned to the southern vassal from his hometown in the north, was sitting alone in the study. He moved his chair and sat facing the four screens.

Song Jixin wrapped his hands around a small and exquisite heart-nurturing pot and gently rotated it. The small pot was inscribed with the word "mandrill".

Song Jixin gently twisted the small pot in his hand. The lost thing was found again. It was returned to its original owner, but the method was not very honorable. However, Song Jixin didn't care what Fu Nanhua thought.

Fu Nanhua entered Lizhu Cave and bought this small pot from Song Jixin with a bag of gold coins and an old dragon cloth rain pendant. In fact, the deal was not bad. To be fair, of course, Fu Nanhua still picked up a big leak with his ability. Unlike many magic weapons on the mountain, which have no rank, but are worthless to the earthly immortal monks, this Yangxin Lake is a rare magic weapon with extremely high rank. , it is most suitable for earthly immortals to cultivate their Taoist hearts and nourish their Qi. Not only that, there is a small cave in the pot, and it is still a small object. So after Fu Nanhua got it, he asked an expert to inspect it. He was overjoyed and cherished it very much.

Yesterday, when Fu Nanhua and the young feudal lord were "reminiscing about old times", Song Jixin mentioned this small pot, Fu Nanhua asked someone to deliver it today.

Song Jixin did not really covet a heart-nurturing pot, but this trip back to his hometown made the young vassal king, who had always seemed to be diligent in his administration, but actually just getting by, change from a man who did not seek merit but sought Song Jixin, who had no fault in the mud bottle lane, unknowingly raised his spirit and finally began to regard himself as "Song Mu", the king of the Great Li clan. Then the small pot fell into his hands again. Song Jixin let go of his hand. Weighing it lightly, this is the weight of Yamashita's power.

Since ancient times, the immortal family has looked down upon the princes.

But today’s Great Li Dynasty is different. It has already suppressed, constrained, and intimidated all the mountain forces in the continent until they could hardly breathe. You can be the Shen Gao Sect or the Zhenjing Sect with the prefix of the sect. , What's more, what about the behemoths with huge backing in other continents? When they arrived at the small court meeting in the imperial study room of Emperor Da Li "Song He", he still had to consider himself as a half-courtier. He had to act according to people's faces, sit down obediently, and get up obediently.

Song Jixin tossed the priceless pot casually and caught it with both hands.

There are two secret files on the table behind him. They are both information that Song Jixin asked Tongren to collect from the terrace. Song Jixin could not trust the Green Wave Pavilion spies at all, because the earliest owner of Green Wave Pavilion was, after all, It was the Great Li Empress, the current Empress Dowager, and the biological mother of Song Jixin. Although the Green Wave Pavilion and the cattle and horse stables now belong to the Imperial Master, Song Jixin knew very well that many of the Green Wave Pavilions were not used. The old people who were eliminated all knew what to do, and even fools knew what to choose between the Emperor Song He and the Queen Mother, and the weak and powerful vassal King Song Mu.

Pengtaibao is the unique intelligence agency of the Dali military. It will only take orders from the emperor's uncle Song Changjing. Until now, even the national advisor Cui Yi will not intervene.

Song Jixin turned his head and glanced at the two files. One was a very detailed list of monks in the five realms on Luzhou, Beiju, and the other was a file about "Young Cui Dongshan". Very simple.

Pandi Peak Huolong Zhenren, Li Yu from the Taixia lineage have been separated from the world, pointing to Xuanfeng Yuan Lingdian, and there are also Baiyun Taoshan two lines. Fortunately, one of them is only in the Nascent Soul realm, otherwise Huolong Zhenren would not be like this One lineage is really terrible

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The Skeleton Beach Pi Ma Sect, the sect leader Zhu Quan, and two old masters.

Ghost Valley Jingguan City, Gaocheng.

There are Taoist temples and temples in the peach forest, which are hidden and hidden. The specific background is temporarily unknown.

Duckweed Sword Lake, the female sword fairy Li Cai. Already traveled to the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

The Taihui Sword Sect, the leader Han Huaizi, the old master Huang Tong, and the new Jade Pure Realm swordsman Liu Jinglong. Han Huaizi has also been on the Sword Qi Great Wall for many years.

Baishang, the best swordsman in the North, is Xu Xuan’s mentor.

Ji Yue of Yuanwei Mountain has died in battle and exchanged lives with Gu You, a ten-level warrior. This is a great loss for the entire Beiju Luzhou.

Shuilong Sect, Sun Jie of the Northern Sect, and Shao Jingzhi of the Southern Sect.

The leader of the Qionglin Sect.

Dayuan DynastyChongxuan Department Yunxiao Palace, head of the Yang family.

Qingliang Zong congratulated Xiaoliang.

Huang Juran is a wild cultivator in the Immortal Realm who temporarily does not know whether he is alive or dead.

In addition, there are many similar existences to Taolin Taoist temples and temples, as well as those few masters who live quietly in seclusion. It is difficult for the spies of the Great Li Dynasty to truly penetrate into the hinterland of Beiju Luzhou. , to explore those long-lasting truths. There are also some secret histories, which are the journeys of all living and dead sword immortals on the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

As for Cui Dongshan, he was only given a blank sheet of paper.

However, there are two pieces of paper that have been transferred from the Ministry of Justice to the study here. One of them briefly explains where this person has appeared, stayed, and his words and deeds. He has studied in the academy for the most part, and he first appeared in a place where he has not yet appeared. After Lizhu Dongtian shattered and fell to the ground, he took Yu Lu, the young prince of the Lu family, and the girl who changed her name to Xie, to the Great Sui Academy. There, there was a conflict with the Gao family of the Great Sui Dynasty when they worshiped Cai Jingshen. Under the capital After a heavy rain of extremely gorgeous magic weapons, he and Ruan Xiu later hunted down a Nascent Soul bottleneck sword cultivator from the Zhu Ying Dynasty and successfully killed him on the border of the Zhu Ying Dynasty.

The concluding sentence on the first page of the Ministry of Punishment file is that this person breaks through situations very quickly, has many magic weapons, and has a very strange temperament.

The second page of paper is densely packed with introductions to those magic weapons.

Song Jixin withdrew his gaze and turned around to continue staring at the four screens. Nowadays, the monks on the mountain who came in and out of the feudal prince's residence were a mixed bag of fish and dragons, with many hidden identities. If the other party did not take the initiative to reveal them, Song Jixin would have broken his head. Unexpectedly, there is the secret worship of the ancestor hall of the Tongye Sect that has been lurking in Aquarius Continent for many years, and the business manager of Beiju Luzhou Qionglin Sect in Aquarius Continent.

Song Jixin was like a fool at first, he could only say some decent words as much as possible, but after reviewing the review, Song Jixin suddenly discovered that the words he thought were appropriate were actually the most inappropriate. It would make many outsiders who would not hesitate to reveal their identity feel that chatting with a young lord like themselves was simply playing the piano to an ox.

Because Song Jixin has never figured out what he wants.

Change back to Song He’s real name? Competing with your brother for the throne? Song Jixin was not interested, or Song Jixin was afraid of making the same mistake again, but anyone who had read a few history books knew that many people would die if the brothers of the emperor's family fought against each other. Regardless of whether he is today or the Queen Mother, they are all his closest relatives after all. Song Jixin found that his life seemed to have been so sloppy. It was difficult to love anyone purely, and it was difficult to hate anyone completely. In the end, he had to pay off his debts one by one, including the supervisor Song Yuzhang, his neighbor Chen Pingan, the maid Zhigui...

This can't go on like this.

Song Jixin clenched the heart-nourishing pot in his hand and stood up suddenly.

Zhigui stood quietly at the door of the study for a long time, and then he said: "Master, someone has been asking to see you for a long time. She is the legitimate daughter of the Yunlin Jiang family and the nominal wife of Fu Nanhua. Well, that woman looks a bit rich, but it’s just a trick used by the master to hide her true appearance, so it’s okay.”

Song Jixin walked towards the door with a smile.

While walking side by side with her, Song Jixin asked softly: "How much snake gallstones and gold and copper coins are needed?"

Zhigui's eyes lit up and he smiled: " Young Master, of course, the money is the same as in the early years, the more the better, but now the court is very strict about these materials, and the imperial treasury in the capital will not take them out casually." Song Jixin smiled and said: "Don't worry. Just find some excuse. I can make a deal with Nanyue Mountain Lord and use Fan Junmao as a cover to get half of it and give it to you."

Zhigui glanced at Song secretly as if he was surprised. Collecting salary, Young Master is a little different now.

She continued to wander, but did not reveal the secret.

Nowadays, there are only a handful of people in Aquarius Continent that can make her fearful. There happens to be one over there, and he is the one she is least willing to provoke.

After Song Jixin left the study.

A young man in white emerged from behind the four screens, and squatting at the corner was a dull child who never breathed.

Cui Dongshan holds a folding fan in one hand, taps his back lightly, turns his wrist with the other hand, creates a brush, and draws circles on a screen. The background of Beiju Luzhou is helping many people on it. I wrote some names of monks in the upper five realms, then lay down on the table, flipping through the three pages about myself, first on the two pages of the Ministry of Punishment file, and on the many unknown magic weapon entries, adding them one by one, and finally On the blank page in the cow and horse stall, write down the following sentence: Cui Chan is an old bastard. If you don’t believe me, ask him.

After finishing writing, I am quite satisfied.

Having waved to Gao Gao to come to his side, Cui Dongshan bent down and drew on the child's face.

Then without raising his head, he smiled and said: "Ma Kuxuan, if you are used to enjoying things without following the rules, one day you will suffer a lot."

Ma Kuxuan appeared and leaned against the door of the study, "How much pain? Death and destruction? Cause and effect entanglement? Master, forget it if others don't know. Frogs at the bottom of a well gather in shallow water. But how could you not be clear? I'm not afraid of this the most?"

Cui Dongshan still painted a turtle on Gao Laodi's face, "On the way here, I saw a righteous scholar who has some ability to look at people's hearts and general trends. He pretended to die generously and was willing to die for his country, but he really almost defrauded him of a good reputation. So I had the sword sheathed and smashed it with the handle. The scholar's finger only said a few words to the official. There are more than just two things in life. Between life and death, there are many disasters. As long as you can survive the pain of smashing your fingers, just don't worry. I hope he can be the leader of the literary world in this small vassal country during his lifetime, and be given the posthumous title of Wenzhen. Guess what?"

Ma Kuxuan frowned.

After Cui Dongshan finished painting, he nodded. His magical strokes were the manifestation of his lifelong skills. Then he turned around and said with a smile: "You said you are not afraid of death., I believe it, but you don’t even understand the entanglement of cause and effect. How can you, a frog in the well, be qualified to tell me whether you are afraid or not? Whose arrangement was it to just talk about Malanhua? I'm not trying to scare you. Just because you have a high level, you have great ability. How many people can kill me? Even if you reach the realm of heaven in the future, I will still let you worry about it for thousands of years and just do it casually. So, be smart and save me some trouble. Otherwise, what good will it do to me when the day comes when you are really afraid? One of the fundamental purposes of the merit theory is to try not to make people stupid, and to ensure that those who seek benefits will get benefits. "

Ma Kuxuan nodded, "That makes sense."

Cui Dongshan sat on a chair, turned the folding fan in his hand, and said with a smile: "If I don't get beaten for a few days, I will beat a poor beggar. You think it's fun or not."

Ma Kuxuan smiled and said: "If you can beat a poor beggar today, you might be able to beat a rich man tomorrow. People have to have some thoughts in life, otherwise they will just be beggars for the rest of their lives." "

Cui Dongshan suddenly understood, nodded vigorously and said: "It makes sense. "

Ma Kuxuan clasped his fists and said: "I hope I can listen to the teachings of the national teacher in the future. ”

After Cui Dongshan left Nama Kuxuan, he shook his folding fan, leisurely and contentedly. There were four large running scripts written on the fan to convince people with virtue.

Cui Dongshan stretched out his hand He gestured casually with one finger, probably writing, and said smugly: "A vertical stroke of three inches is as high as a thousand feet. A thread of white flies, a rainbow rises into the sky..."

Cui Dongshan turned his head and looked at the child standing silently next to the bookcase, "Which child is so handsome? "

The child whose whole face was covered with ghostly symbols suddenly said: "Sir, I want to learn chess. "

Cui Dongshan rolled his eyes and said: "Teaching boxing and footwork will starve the master to death and teach you how to play chess. What good will I gain? "

The child said: "You can play chess with your husband. "

Cui Dongshan shook his head and did not give an answer. He just said something strange and confusing: "The sword left behind will eventually return. "

It is not an idiot to carve a boat and seek a sword, nor is it ridiculous to worry about others.

Cui Dongshan began to close his eyes and rest.

The child began to be in a daze.

Song Jixin stopped when he saw the young man in white occupying the magpie's nest. He continued to move forward, picked a chair, sat down, and said with a smile: "Mr. Cui is really invisible. "

Old Longcheng is not a place where cultivators can feel like they are in a deserted land.

Cui Dongshan opened his eyes and asked, "Do you know who I am?" "

Song Jixin nodded and said: "There are some guesses. "

Cui Dongshan tapped his shoulder with a folding fan, "Brother Gao, tell him who I am, I'm afraid he will guess wrong. "

The child said with a straight face: "My husband is Dongshan. ”

Cui Dongshan put away the folding fan and suddenly burst into laughter, causing the whole chair to stagger.

Cui Dongshan suddenlyThen he calmed down and stood up.

Shocked by the momentum and invisible pull, Song Jixin couldn't help himself and stood up immediately.

Cui Dongshan said in a deep voice: "Now that things have come to an end, I will no longer mess with you. My name is Cui Dongshan, and Cui Han is my least accomplished registered disciple."

Song Jixin bent down and bowed, and said softly: "Master, why are you being so mean to yourself?"

Cui Dongshan made a fan with his hands, and the breeze blew on his face, "How can we relieve our worries only by laughing at ourselves?" ."

The three pages of paper on the table turned into ashes and disappeared in the wind.

Cui Dongshan walked around the table, walked to the window sill near Song Jixin, and said softly: "Qi Jingchun has high expectations for you, why haven't you paid attention to it all these years?"

Song Jixin remained silent.

Cui Dongshan lamented, "Song Jixin, Song Jixin, do you know that in many romance novels, you are the first one to appear at the beginning or the end?" The one who showed up last. How can you not live up to your expectations? Look at that Xinghua Lane Ma Kuxuan. You are even more amazing. Before you go out, you have a king. Zhu, for example, if you add Xie Ling from Taoye Lane, your ancestors can come out of the first few pages of the genealogy. People like you are all destined to be the little gods!"

Song Jixin looked ugly, what is this all about?

The boy in white raised his head and pretended to be crying silently. He seemed to feel that the atmosphere was not enough, so he snapped his fingers.

That brother Gao understood the idea and began to sing the little song, which was a cheerful story about the deliciousness of stinky tofu.

In Cui Dongshan’s view, there are two ways for a person to live a good life. One is that God will give him food to eat. He has small worries about the near future and no long-term worries. He opens his eyes and closes them and is comfortable every day. one day. One is that the ancestors enjoy the rice and eat it. With a skill, you don’t have to worry about the wind, sun or rain. If you have money, you can eat candied haws, you can eat stinky tofu, you can also make a bunch of candied haws in one hand, one candied haws in one mouth, and one piece in one bite Stinky tofu.

The poor young feudal king stood there, not knowing what to think.

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A huge martial arts conference was held in the square outside the gate of Jise Peak’s Patriarch Hall. To show their attention, a table with four lines was placed. The benches and tables are filled with fruits and pastries.

Of course, the door of the Ancestral Master Hall cannot be opened casually, nor can things be moved out casually, so the tables and stools are specially moved from the Ancestral Mountain of Luolu Mountain.

Everyone here is now the boss of the Donghua Mountain Branch under the command of the Longquan County Commander.

Pei Qian, the sub-rudder, is sitting on the main seat, with her back to the entrance of the ancestral hall, her arms folded across her chest. There is a wooden sign on the table in front of her. She is the leader of the Longquan County chief helm. Token, Sister Aquarius gave it to Pei Qian for safekeeping for many years.

Not long after being promoted to deputy helmsman of the sub-rudder, Zhou Mili, the right guardian of Luolu Mountain, and the sub-ruler enshrined Chen Nuanshu attended this alliance. The absence of the enshrined Chen Lingjun has been recorded in the ledger by the helmsman Pei Qian. once.

The girl in pink skirt, who is in charge of all the house keys in Luopo Mountain, and the little girl in black, who is holding a golden pole and a green bamboo hiking stick, sit side by side on the bench.

Li Huai, the small helmsman of a school building in the academy under the jurisdiction of Fenduo, and his members include Liu Guan and Ma Lian, students from Shanya Academy, and the three of them are crowded on a bench. Liu Guan, Ma Lian and Li Huai were not only classmates at the Cliff Academy in the Sui Dynasty, but also good friends in the same school. Liu Guan was a descendant of the Han tribe, Ma Lian was from a powerful family in the Sui Dynasty, and the Ma family and the Gao family of Geyang in the Sui Dynasty were the same. In-laws, Liu Guan and Ma Lian were all highly regarded by scholars in the Sui Dynasty as scholars.

There is also the right guardian of Rongsheng Qilong Lane, the original incense villain of Mantou Mountain and Houlongzhou Chenghuang Pavilion. Because he is the smallest, he is allowed to sit on the table by the sub-rudder. He is fortunate to be able to sit on the table with the sub-rudder. The Lord face to face.

The left guardian of Qilong Lane is lying under the bench.

As the leader of the martial arts alliance, the chief helmsman, Li Baoping. The honorary helmsman of the branch, Cui Dongshan, the big white goose, was absent from this alliance.

Pei Qian coughed, glanced at everyone, and said: "I have summoned you today to discuss three things, which are not child's play... Zhou Mili, put the melon seeds back first. Liu Guan, sit down with your posture. "

The little girl silently put down the handful of melon seeds she was holding. Liu Guan sat down angrily.

My lord, the helmsman, is indeed selfless and unselfish.

Pei Qian said

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Three things were said. The first thing was to promulgate several rules for dividing the helm. These are all the fundamental purposes of traveling in Jianghu, which Pei Qian copied from Jianghu romance novels, and they mainly revolve around the teachings of his master. For example, possessing a skill is the basis of a Jianghu person's life, and being a chivalrous and righteous person is the martial virtue of a Jianghu person. Besides fists, feet, and swords, how to distinguish right from wrong, break the situation accurately, and finish the job flawlessly is what a true hero needs to think about. If you think about it again, you must roar when you see injustice on the road, but it is not enough.

Then there is the reason for the series of job changes and promotions at the helm. He emphatically commended Zhou Mili and Incense Villain for their punctuality, and severely criticized the left guardian of Qilong Lane for his laziness and sabotage.

The last thing, she and Li Huai are about to go to Beiju Luzhou. This is the first serious trip down the mountain for Fenduo, so we need to work together to talk more about traveling in the world. Based on his own experience, Chen Nuanshu was responsible for writing on the side. After compiling it into a volume, he copied several copies and everyone will have one copy in the future.

After talking about business, Pei Qian waved his hand and said, "Eat melon seeds!"

On Jise Peak, they were enjoying themselves.

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Accompanied by strong winds and flying birds all the way, the cross-continental ferry of the Pima Sect, which was dragged by the heroic spirit into the sea of ​​clouds, docked smoothly at the Skeleton Beach At the ferry, Pima Sect has two named Luoluoshan worshipers, Nascent Soul monk Du Wensi who is stationed at Qinglu Town in Guixi Valley together with the sect leader Zhu Quan, and Pang Lanxi, a sword cultivator who is the direct descendant of Muyishan Patriarch Hall. Chen Lingjun walked off the ferry with a hiking stick and a bamboo box on his back. Many monks who had traveled south to Aquarius Island and finally returned to their hometown flew past the ferry.The boat roared like dumplings, and got into disputes with many monks at the ferry. Chen Lingjun opened his eyes to see that the monks from Luzhou, Beiju, were indeed well-deserved, full of heroic courage and very forthright. How many people would have to be beaten to the ground by the Longquan Sword Sect and Da Li monks if they were to leave their own Niujiao Mountain ferry?

Chen Lingjun first went to the Mural City, which was getting deserted, and bought a set of paintings of goddesses filled with corridors, which were regarded as a door-to-door gift to the Pima Sect. For these expenses, the Luopo Mountain Patriarch Hall had already made an advance payment. The money was given to Chen Lingjun, but Chen Lingjun didn't use the snow in the small treasury to spend money. Just kidding, would Uncle Chen be short of this money? If it was in the early years of Yujiang's jurisdiction, walking in the rivers and lakes would make a clanging sound in the pockets, and the fairy money would bump into each other, just like thunder. It was only after arriving in Longquan County that Uncle Chen became a little more kind to others. Otherwise, with his hot temper...he would have been a long time ago. My mother was beaten to death with one punch.

Sometimes, Chen Lingjun, who likes to think alone, always feels that all qigong practitioners in the world should live in a small town for a while and humbly ask for advice from him about his experiences in the world.

In the strict Pima Sect, the sect leader Zhu Quan did not show up, and the two ancestors were not on the mountain. One has been away for many years, and as for the other ancestor Yan Su, in recent years He has been busy strengthening the mountain protection formation with the elders of the Zhongtu Sect who came to the Pima Sect. Pang Lanxi is in retreat, Du Wensi is still competing with the skeletons in Qinglu Town, and Chen Lingjun has not seen anyone he knows, while slandering his master. His face was not big enough, and he didn’t even have the sect leader to pick him up personally and hold a banquet for him. While maintaining the posture of having seen the world, he also had to carefully look around. In his early years, he met Ruan at the blacksmith shop in the small town. Qiong tried his best and almost got hit. A saint from Fengxue Temple was dressed like a farmer. Isn't it obvious that he was deliberately trying to trick people? So this time out, Chen Lingjun felt that it would be safer to take it easy.

Chen Lingjun gave a gift and received Chen Lingjun and the recipient of the gift. It was a man named Wei Yusong who was kind and friendly. He claimed to be a clerk who was criticized every day and whose words were useless. Chen Lingjun felt that he had encountered Being in love with someone is a difficult thing, but I just keep reminding myself not to call others easily when I go out this time. Chen Lingjun read a lot of books along the way, but most of them were about things to pay attention to in places with steep mountains and rivers. Chen Lingjun didn't take a close look at the mountains where his masters had stepped on, such as Pima Zong and Chunlu Pu, where they forged a close relationship. At that moment, he felt that Wei Yusong was very popular, and he was a good candidate to cut off the chicken head and burn the yellow paper. Chen Lingjun quickly improvised and found an opportunity to secretly take out a booklet owned by his master and turned to the Pima Sect. Sure enough, he found this The master mentioned Wei Yusong a few times in the booklet, saying that he was a senior who was very good at doing business and could be regarded as the God of Wealth of the Pima Sect. He reminded Chen Lingjun that when he saw him in the future, he must respect him and speak less nonsense.

Now that he knew that the other party was a big shot in charge of money in a sect, Chen Lingjun immediately knew that there were three kinds of people who could not be messed with on the top of a fairy mountain. Those who care about money, let alone oil-saving lamps,He must have a bad heart, and the last one is a direct descendant of the very young Patriarch Hall.

After saying goodbye to Wei Yusong, he politely declined his offer to stay, and did not dare to bother him to send him to the mountain gate. When Chen Lingjun was going down the mountain alone, he met an ordinary-looking Taoist woman on the way, who seemed to look at him in the eyes. Something's not right. Chen Lingjun feels a little awkward. I'm not that Wei Bo, so why are you looking at me? The woman was so unsightly that she followed Chen Lingjun sneakily to the entrance of the mountain. Chen Lingjun was a little frightened, so he planned to change his mind, climb the mountain again, and stay in Pima Zong for a few days, so that the woman could be captured. It's not too late to get rid of it and start again.

At the gate of the mountain, when the woman with the sword on her waist introduced herself as Zhu Quan, Chen Lingjun's knees softened and his body swayed, but he finally stabilized himself.

Zhu Quan said with a smile: "Wei Bo has already sent a message to Muyi Mountain with his sword. If there is any trouble when walking across the river in the future, you can report the name of Pima Zong Zhuquan, but it may not necessarily save your life. But I can definitely help you get revenge. Of course, it’s best if you don’t have any trouble. But it will be difficult. Traveling around the world in Beiju Luzhou is nothing but experience.”

Chen Lingjun was trembling. Thank you. Zhu Quan waved his hand and Chen Lingjun said goodbye. Zhu Quan suddenly asked: "When will Chen Ping'an return from Jianqi Great Wall?"

Chen Lingjun shook his head and said: "I don't know very well. Every time my master goes out, When you travel, you never know when to come home."

Zhu Quan glanced at Chen Lingjun's bamboo box and hiking pole, and laughed and said, "You Luoshan are all dressed like this. Going around?"

Chen Lingjun nodded vigorously.

Zhu Quan suddenly sighed: "I envy that guy's... freedom."

Chen Lingjun couldn't understand the strange words of these mountaintop figures hidden in the clouds, but at least he listened. It can be seen that this female sect leader who is famous all over the continent has a very good impression of her master. Otherwise, there was no need for her to make a special trip back to Muyi Mountain from Ghost Valley. The Immortal Family on the Ordinary Mountain values ​​​​equal treatment, treating others as equals, and complicated rules. In fact, when Wei Yusong saw Chen Lingjun, Chen Lingjun was very satisfied.

The leader of a sect has gone to the fifth realm and dared to kill the ghost Gao Cheng for so many years. Such a woman is really heroic, and she actually showed up in person, so Chen Lingjun walked a little unsteadily after leaving Muyi Mountain.

According to the established route, Chen Lingjun took a Chunlupu ferry to the east estuary of Jidu. The ferry steward was Song Lanqiao, a Jindan monk. Now that he had a high position in the Chunlupu Patriarch Hall, Chen Lingjun paid a visit. Afterwards, Song Lanqiao got a little too angry and directly arranged Chen Lingjun in the Tianzihao guest room. He personally chatted with Chen Lingjun for a long time. In his words, he expressed nothing but heartfelt warmth towards Chen Pingan and Luo Luoshan. Son, you are so respectful and humble that Chen Lingjun is even more uncomfortable with it.

Now Luolu Mountain, Piyun Mountain, Pima Sect, and Chunlu Pu are allied with each other. Among them, Wei Yusong of Pima Sect and Tang Xi of Chunlu Pu are both in charge of the specific affairs. Song Lanqiao and Tang Xi is also an ally, and he can become Chunlu GardenThe members of the Ancestral Master Hall are all thanks to the young Chen Jianxian, not to mention the latter's affinity with Song Lanqiao's mentor. Song Lanqiao has almost never met his master, so he is obsessed with an outsider. It is no longer a sword. There is no relationship between immortals and swordsmen.

The farther away Chen Lingjun is from home, the more homesick he becomes.

Everyone misses him, even the old blind Taoist priest who practices in the Huanghu Mountain often thinks of him.

Wei Bo said something when he was leaving on the ferry, saying that it is not too difficult for a person who practices Taoism to go out and kill people with his skills and suppress others with his power. The difficulty lies in winning the hearts of others.

Chen Lingjun carefully read through the contents of the booklet that he had missed for the first time, then went to the observation deck and lay on the railing in a daze. The bright moon hung high in the sky, and the semicircle was hidden in the sea of ​​clouds, far and near. , it seems that if the ferry boat changes its route slightly, it can hit it head-on, just like a tourist passing through an arch.

It makes a difference whether the master is in Luolu Mountain or not. Chen Lingjun has already felt this.

As long as you don’t leave Luo Luoshan and take this trip, it will be difficult to understand why it is different and where it is different.

When spending time with the master, it seems that the master’s realm and identity are easily ignored. When Chen Lingjun walked on the landscape road that the master walked, he discovered the clay bottle that he had been reluctant to follow. The lane boy seems to have become really powerful.

Chen Lingjun gathered his thoughts, packed his luggage and went to say hello to Song Lanqiao, then left the ferry halfway, went to Suijia City, and went straight to the Fire Temple.

Under the secret planning of Longgong Hujun of Cangjun Lake, the Fire Temple that had been reduced to ruins was rebuilt. The local government spent a lot of money to remodel a painted statue of the god. The incense was flourishing. Chen Lingjun chose a late night time. , knocked on the door respectfully, and met the man who looked not too high-level. Chen Lingjun took out a lot of Xianjia wine. The man who showed his true form was very happy, but he didn't say a word about Chen Ping'an's current affairs. Don't ask.

Chen Lingjun felt that this old man was very suitable for him, and he was the most arrogant like him!

So both parties drank without any persuasion.

The master not only wrote it in books and brochures, but also specifically told Chen Lingjun verbally that this local god was his friend Chen Pingan and owed him a drink.

On the Dragon Palace side of Cangjun Lake, after receiving the report from the Temple of Fire Temple, the Lord of the Lake Yinhou came immediately late at night without any confidants to follow. The distance of 800 miles was too long for a person who accompanied the whole city. As far as Hu Jun is concerned, it is just a walk around his own yard.

Seeing the boy in Tsing Yi, whose face was flushed with wine and was talking wildly with his hands and feet, Yin Hou, Lord of the Lake, was stunned. How could Chen Jianxian have such a friend?

It’s just a drink, and it’s all fun.

However, after the arrival of Marquis Yin, the man from the Fire Temple only treated him with courtesy and was not warm. Instead, he drank happily with Chen Lingjun.

In the early morning,Chen Lingjun left the Fire Temple and went to the Golden Crow Palace to visit the golden elixir bottleneck sword cultivator, Liu Zhiqing.

They were all treated with great dignity and sent to the mountain peak where Liu Zhiqing practiced in seclusion.

Chen Lingjun met Liu Zhiqing.

The handsome young man’s divine appearance, with a golden hairpin on his head and a snow-white robe, makes people feel as if all the famous mountains and rivers in the world are waiting for the blessing of such a cultivator.

Liu Zhiqing smiled and asked if he wanted to drink tea. Chen Lingjun said no, no, and Liu Zhiqing didn't force it. In fact, the two sides had nothing to talk about. Liu Zhiqing was not the kind of mountain monk who was good at socializing. The host and guest were mostly polite. When Chen Lingjun had nothing to say, Liu Zhiqing stopped trying to stay. Chen Lingjun stood up and said goodbye. Liu Zhiqing wanted to be sent to the foot of the mountain. Chen Lingjun knew that this person was in retreat, so he quickly refused, rushed down the mountain, and left the Golden Crow Palace. As for the people waiting at the foot of the mountain, The master of the Golden Crow Palace, Chen Lingjun, even refused the other party's banquet. He confessed, thanked and made an appointment next time, all in one go. Chen Lingjun became more and more familiar with him.

After that, we will go to Chunlu Garden and never take the Xianjia ferry again.

After all, Chen Lingjun chose an ordinary boat because he was naturally close to the water. In the picture of boat sailing, amid the sound of apes on both sides of the bank, the boat visited Wanzhong Mountain.

When they arrived at Chunlu Garden, Chen Lingjun did not rush to chat with Song Lanqiao, who was already an old acquaintance. Instead, according to the atlas, he first visited the landscape on both sides of the Dadu estuary, and then went to Chunlu Garden. After visiting Yuying Cliff, we went to stay at the Pingying Shop founded by his master. There was a shopkeeper running it, and the business was very good. Chen Lingjun worked as a shop assistant for two days.

In the night, a continent suddenly offered sacrifices to swords.

The entire Chunlu Garden suddenly became brightly lit. Chen Lingjun quickly opened the shop and looked up. The streets were bustling with people, and they all said that a sword immortal had fallen on the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Chen Lingjun, who was thousands of miles away from his hometown, thought about the master who was even further away from his hometown than himself, so he sat on the threshold, holding his chin in his hands, with a sad expression.

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On the battlefield south of the Sword Qi Great Wall, a golden river appeared for the third time.

A young man carried a sword box on his back, filled with borrowed swords from the sword workshop.

Chen Pingan stood on the top of the city and looked at the battlefield for a moment. He took a step forward and plummeted to the ground. During the fall, his hands had already rolled up his sleeves. When he was about to land, his knees were slightly bent. Stepping on the void, the whole person suddenly rushed forward. A large pit suddenly sunk into the ground behind him, and deep in the ground, thunder shook.

Not with the sword, but with the wind.

Like an arrow, it was more than a hundred feet away from the city wall in an instant. He pressed the heads of two demon monks with both hands and pushed the two corpses with smashed heads out.

When Chen Ping'an landed on the ground, all the sword cultivators around the battlefield subconsciously stayed away from this place, automatically making way for the young hidden officer who was going out of the city to fight for the third time.

Today's Jianqi Great Wall no longer has any resentment, because the young Yinguan turned out to be a swordsman.Cultivation can kill people even more.

A monk from the Military Demon Clan, wearing heavy armor and holding a halberd, came straight at him. The young official went straight forward, casually smashing the halberd with his head, and shattering the opponent's body with one punch. , when the foot hits the ground slightly, the fist is not raised yet, the fist intention is opened first.

Within Chen Ping'an as the center of the circle, within ten feet of the surrounding battlefield, the flood of fists poured out wantonly. Not only that, a second, larger circle of fists reappeared in the distance, stirring endlessly, with a layer of fists. There is a layer of divine will, and the circles are like layers of moon halo.

The martial artist in the center is like the sun.

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