After entering Toutiao City, Chen Pingan took Pei Qian and Zhou Mili around in no hurry. He first took out a Yang Qi Lantern Talisman made of yellow paper from his sleeve, then made a sword gesture with two fingers, and gently moved around the Talisman. After wiping away, Chen Ping'an kept observing the burning speed of the talisman, counting silently in his mind. When a lamp-lifting talisman slowly burned out, he said to Pei Qian: "The level of spiritual energy is the same as that on the sea outside the ferry, but time is long." The speed of passage seems to be slightly slower than that of the outside world. We try not to delay here for too long and leave here within a month." Pei Qian nodded and understood. The giant ferry boat under his feet. It's probably a secret realm of broken mountains and rivers similar to a small cave sky, but it was refined by experts, just like Madam Qingzhong's Lushui Pit, which is already a small world.
Chen Pingan dispersed the remaining qi from the previous sword technique, and cast a stone to ask for directions. The sword qi overflowed for more than ten feet, but Chen Pingan immediately closed it up, no longer allowing the sword qi to continue to spread.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth in Toutiao City is thin, and it is not a suitable training ground for Qi refining. Of course, the possibility of Wanyao Sect and Sanshan Blessed Land cannot be ruled out. Someone or some place swallowed half of it, or even Taking up more spiritual energy and luck, it finally made a small world look like the sea returning to ruins.
Pei Qian looked at the flow of people on the street. He raised his gaze a little higher and looked farther. The pavilions and pavilions became clearer the farther away they were. It was so contrary to common sense. It seemed that as long as the onlookers were willing, they could go all the way. Seeing the ends of the earth.
Pei Qian’s final sight fell on a very distant high-rise corridor. The back of a young woman who looked like a palace maid stood on tiptoes in the bright moonlit night and stretched out her arms, revealing a piece of white jade. A bamboo lantern hung from her lotus-like wrist. The palace maid suddenly looked back, with a beautiful face. She smiled sweetly at Pei Qian. Pei Qian was not surprised by this, but his eyes slightly shifted. Farther away, two towering towers came into view. Between the colorful buildings of Yun, there is a covered bridge, like a colorful rainbow hanging in the sky. In the center of the corridor, stands a silver-eyed young man with antlers, his hands intertwined, spread across his chest, and his big sleeves Trailing the ground, it seemed as if a so-called emperor in the pavilion in the books of the Immortal Family was looking at Pei Qian.
Pei Qian's eyes turned again, and he saw a gorgeous mansion built on a hill, with red towers, green tiles, and carved beams and jade pillars. Among them was a woman whose dress and satin were as shiny as the moonlight and flowing water, wearing a golden crown. , leaning against the beauty, applying rouge and lightly tapping her lips, she seemed to be frightened when she noticed Pei Qian's sizing gaze. The beauty immediately picked up a fan, but she was curious, so she just used a fan painted with dense flowers. The delicate fan covered half of Pei Qian's face. Facing Pei Qian, only half of the woman's bright red lips and half of her snow-white face could be seen. It seemed that she recognized that Pei Qian's appearance was not outstanding, so she raised her eyebrows lightly, and her eyes were light. It's not frivolous, just a bit provocative.
Pei Qian immediately put away his eyes, rubbed his forehead, and just looked a few more times in the distance. He felt a little dizzy. Pei Qian focused his eyes again and picked out the closer scenery and pedestrians. At the corner at the end of the street in front of us, a group of patrolling cavalry appeared, with the first one riding at the head.The horses are armed with halberds, both men and mounts are wearing armor, and the generals are wearing iron armor as fine as fish scales. The road was congested and overcrowded. The armored general occasionally raised the halberd in his hand and gently pushed away passers-by who accidentally bumped into the cavalry. The force was extremely skillful and did not hurt anyone.
Pei Qian first told Chen Pingan what he saw in general, and then said softly: "Master, these people in the city are a bit similar to the so-called 'living gods' in an ancient book of the Yu family, and they are similar to the Fox Kingdom Talismans. "Half-dead people" like beauties, as well as paper figures in the White Paper Blessed Land, are all different."
The talisman puppet is the most inferior, the finishing touch of the immortal family who relies on the talisman's aura. As a support, they use it to open up their minds and give birth to spiritual wisdom. In fact, there is no physical soul that truly belongs to them.
This was the first time Chen Pingan heard about "living gods". He was very curious and asked in his heart: "Living gods? How do you say it?"
Pei Qian was stunned for a moment. She glanced at the master, because she mistakenly thought that the master was testing her own knowledge. When she was sure that the master really didn't know this statement, she explained the records in the obscure book. The most crucial sentence is that the souls of living people are imprisoned in the water prison reflected by the words, or in the prison mountain poem with overlapping peaks. But the book doesn't say how to solve it.
Chen Pingan nodded, that is a bit similar to Pu Yu's natal flying sword. The virtual and real can be changed in just one thought? It’s just that except Cui Chen and Cui Dongshan, who in the world can manifest so many thoughts? How do you support so many residents in the city who are "talking to themselves" and "thinking about themselves"? Or is it that all the locals in Toutiao City have been treated like a white paper blessing at the same time? It's a pity that Cui Dongshan is not around, otherwise it is estimated that this student will only be like a fish in water in this city?
Chen Pingan traveled far away in his early years. Whether he was traveling with Lu Tai in Tongyezhou or meeting the scholar in black in Guixi Valley, he always hoped that the younger generations of Luoluoshan in the future would not be as poor at studying as he was. Too much, too much loss. I hope that one day, by going down the mountain to practice, relying on the books collected on the mountain, and being knowledgeable and knowledgeable, I can gain some advantages in finding opportunities and avoid unnecessary accidents.
Now it seems that it was Pei Qian, the founding disciple that Chen Pingan least expected, who took the lead in doing this. But of course this is inseparable from Pei Qian's excellent memory and his ability to learn boxing too quickly.
It seems that on the road of life, there are many "what I thought" and "just discovered".
Pei Qian squatted down and Zhou Mili dug out the basket. The little girl in black adhered to the principle of not showing off her yellow and white clothes when she went out. She did not bring the small golden pole, but only carried a green bamboo. stick.
Chen Pingan and Pei Qian held the millet grains in the middle and walked into the bustling streets of the city together. Pedestrians on the road were chatting in confusion, chatting about home affairs. Two of them came towards them, and Chen Pingan and the others gave way. On the road, the two people were arguing about whether the armor should be directed toward the sun or the golden scales. One person cited scriptures and said that Xiang Yue was the right one. The other person was red-faced and couldn't stop arguing. He suddenly threw out an old punch and knocked the person next to him to the ground. After the man who fell to the ground got up, he was not angry and turned to argue about the post-rain post.of authenticity.
Pei Qian said softly: "Master, everyone is talking about the great elegance of the Middle-earth Divine Continent."
Chen Pingan nodded, "Read more and listen more."
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The team of cavalry came on horseback, with both men and horses in full armor, as if they were cutting through thorns. Passers-by on the street avoided it one after another. The first cavalry general raised his halberd slightly, but the tip of the halberd was still pointing to the ground, so it did not appear too condescending. , the momentum was overwhelming, and the cavalry commander said in a deep voice: "Who is coming? Tell me your name."
Chen Pingan clasped his fists and smiled and said, "Cao Mo."
Pei Qian He replied: "Zheng Qian."
Xiaomili followed suit and said: "Zhou Dumb."
The cavalry general nodded and reminded: "No provocations or fights are allowed in the city. , no forced buying or selling, no unauthorized promotion, other than that there are no other taboos."
After some questioning, there was no conflict, the cavalry turned their horses and continued to patrol the street. Going to a nearby bookstore, Chen Pingan found that the books sold were mostly well-engraved local chronicles. He flipped through more than a dozen books, all of which were old books from ancient dynasties in the world. The "Tanzhou Prefecture Chronicles" in his hand was written in accordance with the Territories, ceremonies, famous officials, loyal martyrs, literary gardens, martial arts, etc. are sorted and listed by dynasty in great detail. Many local annals also include the names of aristocratic families, workshops, water conservancy, free schools, tombs, etc. Chen Ping'an gently rubbed the paper with his fingers and sighed. Forget buying books, he can earn enough money
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The paper in all the books is not good enough. They are all manifestations of some miraculous Taoism, not the essence. Otherwise, as long as the price is fair, Chen Ping'an really doesn't mind plundering them and buying them to Luoluo Mountain to enrich himself.
Chen Pingan kept picking up books and putting them down, but could not find any official records about the Dali and Daduan dynasties in the bookstore.
Just looking to buy, he is definitely not a customer that any store in the world would like, but Chen Ping'an is already prepared to be kicked out, and he also needs to use this matter to roughly judge the age of the ferry. age.
The shopkeeper is a gentle and elegant old man. He is flipping through books. He doesn’t mind that Chen Ping’an has ruined the quality of the books by picking them up. After about a stick of incense, the patient old man finally smiled. Asked: "Where are the guests coming from?"
As soon as Zhou Mili heard the question and remembered the good man Mountain Master's previous reminder, the little girl immediately covered her mouth with both hands as if she was in danger.
Chen Ping'an rubbed Xiaomili's head and smiled and replied to the shopkeeper: "Come from outside the city."
"It's okay to say I'm from the same place." The shopkeeper shook his head and muttered to himself. He seemed to be too disappointed with Chen Pingan's answer and stopped talking.
Chen Pingan smiled and asked: "Shopkeeper, how many places sell books in the city?"
The old shopkeeper said helplessly: "How could you know this? The customers can tell jokes. ”
A thin scribe wearing a Confucian shirt walked into the threshold of the bookstore with a smile. He had a beautiful beard. He didn’t even look at Chen Ping’an and his party. He just walked to the counter and spoke loudly to the old shopkeeper. He smiled and said: "That group of peaks standing there must be those thousands ofThousands of years ago, due to the floods in the valley, all the sand and soil were peeled away, leaving only the huge rocks standing firm, so they stood upright and became the peak.
The shopkeeper's eyes lit up, "Colonel Shen is very knowledgeable and has fantastic ideas. He must be the right solution." ”
The old shopkeeper immediately bent down and took out pen and ink from the cabinet, and then took out a long and narrow piece of paper from the drawer, wrote these words, lightly rubbed the ink, and finally turned around to take out a book and put the paper
The old shopkeeper closed the book on the counter and handed it to the old customer named Shen. The latter put it in his sleeve, laughed and left. As he approached the threshold, he suddenly turned his head. He stroked his beard and asked: "Young man, do you know that the Gap Accumulation Technique will make the circle round, but the Block Technique will be hindered and the sound will be absorbed by the void?" "
Chen Pingan smiled and shook his head: "I don't know. "
Actually, Chen Ping'an knows a little bit about it, otherwise he wouldn't have borrowed those books from Liu Mao at Huanghuaguan in Mirage City. It's just that in this city, it's better not to know.
“Today’s young people have no idea what’s going on. ”
The bearded scribe, who was called "Shen Xiaokan" by the shopkeeper, felt a little regretful. His expression was full of disappointment. He turned from stroking his beard to pulling at his beard, as if he was in pain. He shook his head and sighed, and left quickly.< /p>
Chen Pingan left the bookstore with Pei Qian and Xiaomi Li.
Pei Qian said softly: "Master, Master Shen, and the book presented by the shopkeeper behind him, it seems. It's all... true. ”
Chen Pingan raised his finger, signaling to be silent and not to talk more about this matter.
I never thought that the bearded scribe had turned around and walked over, but he still didn’t give up and took out the old book. The shopkeeper gave the book as a gift and asked again: "Young man, how many years is it in the Dayan Calendar now? If you know, I will give this book to you. "
Chen Ping'an smiled and took out a Xiaoshu coin from something close at hand. It was something he had treasured for a long time. He raised his right hand and spread his palm. On one side of the fairy coin was a seal inscription: "I always envy the jade man in the world."< /p>
Colonel Shen’s face changed slightly. Chen Pingan twisted the Xiaoshu money in his left hand and was about to turn it over. As soon as the bearded scribe caught a glimpse of the word "Su" on the back, he became worried and turned around, waving his hands repeatedly. He said: "The little thief is cunning and is afraid of you. Go, go, let's just say goodbye. Don't see each other again. "
Chen Pingan put away the fairy money again, and Pei Qian blinked, "Master, are you really the one who likes to carve on the cliffs 'I was sent here'? "
Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "I just don't know why I stay here. But I thought this old master would get angry and hit me in the face with the book. ”
Zhou Mili sighed with emotion: “People’s hearts are really unpredictable and the world is dangerous. "
Chen Pingan patted Xiao Mili's head and said with a smile: "The official world is ups and downs, the clouds are treacherous and the waves are treacherous. The world is indeed dangerous. ”
There was a fortune-telling stall on the street. The old Taoist was so skinny that he drew a semicircle with charcoal in front of the stall, shaped like a half-moon, which just covered the stall. There were many people familiar with the stall. Children in the market were chasing and playing around, while the old Taoist stretched out his hand and slapped the stall hard, cursing., the children immediately dispersed. When the old Taoist saw Chen Ping'an passing by, he immediately straightened a crooked flag beside him, and wrote on it "If you want to get the secret of immortality, go to this immortal altar first", and suddenly shouted at the top of his voice Said: "If you don't sell ten thousand taels of gold, I will give it to you on the street..."
I never thought that the three people walked straight past the stall, turned a deaf ear and deliberately turned a blind eye, and finally walked into a nearby stall. In a weapons shop, the old Taoist put away his eager eyes, lamented, and said angrily: "You are a reckless man who doesn't know the road."
Beside the fortune-telling stall, there is a small stall with a cotton cloth. There were some old bottles and cans, and there was a sickly man who was dozing off with his head lowered. The old Taoist neighbor yelled loudly but failed to wake him up. When the old Taoist turned his head, he suddenly said, "You idiot, business." Come to the door, wake up." The man suddenly looked up and found that there was no one in front of the stall, so he continued to doze off. The old Taoist priest couldn't stand the man's laziness and sneered: "Brother Jing was so heroic in the past, but now he has become A swindler who can’t make any money.”
The man just closed his eyes and meditated. The old Taoist stood up from the bench and kicked down the nearby small gilded vat, which was about the size of a palm. The man sarcastically said, "You said it came from the palace. Maybe there are fools who believe it. You said this thing is the sea and can raise dragons. Who believes it? Hey, it's even gilded. It’s not even a matter of gold. Look, all the sins have faded.”
The man also had a good temper. He just bent down silently and grabbed the small water tank that was kicked to the ground. Rearrange.
The old Taoist kicked over the small vat again.
The man arranged the object again, but placed it in a corner of the cotton cloth farther away from the Taoist priest, and said dullly: "The world only knows the ancestor riding the green ox, who knows you? Even those who know you don't know either. I will come here. You don’t drink the northwest wind here every day.”
The old Taoist sat back on the bench and sighed. In fact, many old neighbors in the city are gradually disappearing as they age.
As for their neighbors who set up stalls, no matter what, they can still stay here. One of them once rode a green bull and traveled around the world, hoping for a true ancestral picture of the Five Mountains. A man once rode a weak and lame old donkey, swaying. On the donkey's back was a swordsman with a beard and a big bow. Both the three-foot sword and the six-jun arc can enter the water and kill the dragon.
Chen Pingan entered the shop, picked up a scabbard, and pulled the knife out of the sheath. The blade of the knife was narrow and extremely sharp, with the inscription "Little Eyebrow" written on it. Chen Pingan tapped it with his finger, and the blade trembled. There was no sound, only the light of the knife rippled like water patterns. Chen Pingan shook his head. The knife was a good knife, and it was the only "real knife" in this shop. Chen Pingan just regretted the words of the old Taoist priest and the man from Baofengzhai. His voice was muffled and he couldn't hear it clearly. This world is too weird
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The shop owner was a burly man with a strong back and a strong back. He said with a smile: "He is obviously a man who carries a sword, but he has to come to the shop to pick up a knife. It's outrageous."
An old man in a green shirt was pleading, "My ancestor's calligraphy cannot be seen by outsiders. If you'd be kind, just sell it to me."
The man glanced sideways at the old man, and was surprised. Too lazy to talk.
There was a noise in the street. Chen Ping'an sheathed the knife, put it back where it belonged, and asked the shopkeeper, "How do you sell this knife?"
The man smiled. : "If you want to buy a knife, you can, it's not expensive. All you need to do is exchange it for a bowl of Chuzhou sour plum soup, half a pound of Tongling white ginger, and some seasonal tender lotus root from Tangshan."
Chen Pingan asked with a smile. : "May I ask where these three things are?"
The man replied: "In another city."
There was a noise in the street, and there were horseshoes. The cavalry patrolling the city earlier escorted a person to the outside of the weapons shop. He was a handsome scholar.
The scholar walked into the shop, holding a wooden box in his hand. After seeing Chen Pingan and his party, he was obviously a little surprised, but he did not speak. He placed the wooden box on the counter and opened it. It just happened to be a bowl of sour plum soup, half a pound of white ginger and a few snow-white tender lotus roots.
After seeing this, the man burst into tears. Without saying a word, he walked around the counter, said sorry to Chen Pingan, picked up the long knife named "Xiao Mei" and threw it away. To the scholar.
The old man who had asked the shopkeeper for a copybook said sourly: "City Lord Shao, you are here again to search for land. Wandering around the three cities, isn't this a bit of a pretense of public benefit?"
The scholar directly hung the sword on his waist, then smiled with the old man and said: "Even if it is me, it is not easy to go in and out of Benmo City."
Shao's surname The scholar thought for a while and said to the shopkeeper: "Please take out the wordless post and I will fill it in."
The shopkeeper narrowed his eyes and said, "Shao Baojuan, you have to think about it. Be careful not to lose your hard-earned position as city lord."
The scholar smiled and said nothing. The man took out a copybook, which had no words, but was full of charm, and only saw the Jixi Palace Treasure on the seal.
Chen Pingan stood aside and watched the excitement with his hands in his sleeves.
Shao Baojuan, the lord of Elsewhere City.
Benmocheng’s sour plum soup, Tongling white ginger and Tangshan tender lotus root.
This means that there are at least three cities on the ferry.
The scholar looked at Chen Pingan with a smile on his face.
Chen Pingan immediately smiled, nodded and apologized, and turned around.
Shao Baojuan stretched out a finger and wrote "write" on the wordless sticker. The shop owner nodded with a smile, put away the floral-scented copybook, and then took out another copybook and began " "My son is slow-witted by nature" and finally "begging for help". The man gave the calligraphy to the scholar and said, "Congratulations to City Lord Shao, for getting another treasure."
Shao Baojuan handed the calligraphy to the old man, and read the word "C" lightly, and a piece of The copybook actually started to burn.
The old man was shocked at first, and then ecstatic. He took the burning copybook of "True Fire Ruo Xu" with both hands, as if he had finally fulfilled a wish, and waited until the copybook was burned out., I burst into tears on the spot and couldn't help but bow to the young city lord.
The scholar only said that he has admired your ancestors for a long time and should act like this.
The old man lowered his head to wipe his tears, then took out a small bag from his sleeve, embroidered with the word "Elu" and a length of fiber rope that was more than a foot long, which was badly worn.
The old man chuckled and said: "This bag of snails weighs exactly five husks of dendrobium. Coupled with this fiber rope, Lord Shao will not need the embroidered shoe, so he can meet Mrs. Kongtong."
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Shao Baojuan thanked him without pretending to be polite, and put the bag and rope directly into his sleeves.
The old man left in a hurry with a face full of joy.
The scholar glanced at Chen Ping'an and the others, then at the hiking poles of Pei Qian and Zhou Mili, and suddenly said, "Ju Luzhou, mural city, swaying river."
p>Chen Ping'an thought for a while, "Switch on the electricity, the ghost valley, Jixiao Mountain."
Shao Baojuan smiled knowingly, "It's really you."
Chen Ping An smiled and said: "It turns out to be you."
When Chen Ping'an visited Luzhou in Beiju for the first time and crossed the Swaying River, he pretended to be an idiot and turned down the opportunity of being a fairy.
In the mural city behind you, the Goddess Guayan was the best at fighting, and she soon took the initiative to recognize a foreign traveler as her master. It was only later that Chen Pingan was enshrined in Luolu Mountain. Du Wensi, a Yuanying monk of the Pima Sect, learned about a secret file of the Pima Sect and learned that the thunder pond on Jixiao Mountain in Guixi Valley was once a broken The Sword Washing Pool of Dou Shuyuan comes from one of the three divisions of the First Prefecture, Two Houses and Three Divisions of the Lei Department in ancient times. Later, the two masters and servants who visited Muyi Mountain, the foreigner from Liuxia Continent, and the goddess with the ancient inkstone hanging on her waist to "switch the electricity", won the immortal fate together. In fact, before those two people, Chen Ping'an was the first to encounter the Jixiao Mountain Thunder Pond, but he couldn't move it away and only poached some "golden bamboo whips".
Shao Baojuan said goodbye and left.
Chen Pingan nodded in greeting.
After leaving the shop, Chen Ping'an found the old Taoist and asked loudly: "Young man, there are thousands of plum blossoms in my hometown, but is there even one tree with flowers?"
Shao Baojuan looked at it Chen Ping'an, who was silent for a moment, turned around and said with a smile: "There are thousands of trees with flowers blooming every year. It's nothing unusual." The vat was lifted to Shao Baojuan, and the scholar took it in his hand. The man squatting on the ground and taking a nap just pretended not to know, and didn't care that his stall was missing a treasure.
Pei Qian was confused and asked in a low voice: "Master, is the old Taoist priest asking you?"
Why do you feel that the city lord Shao Baojuan is here? Are you looking for treasures everywhere in this city?
Chen Pingan nodded, squinted and smiled: "Don't worry."
Pei Qian turned his head and found that Shao Baojuan had walked far away and was standing by a cake seller. The old woman neither bought cakes nor left, as if she was waiting for someone there.
Soon a monk carrying a load appeared. He was quite energetic, walked very fast, and said angrily: "I have been a monk for thousands of kalpas to learn the majesty of Buddhism.", After studying Buddhism for thousands of eons and practicing carefully, you still can’t become a Buddha. The devil from the south dares to speak directly to the human heart, saying that you can become a Buddha after seeing your nature. We should sweep its caves and destroy its species to repay the Buddha's kindness! ”
Chen Ping’an stopped, looking solemn.
Passing by the old woman, the monk put down his burden, apparently planning to buy cakes.
The old woman pointed. The monk put the burden on the ground and was about to ask, but Shao Baojuan had already asked first: "What kind of writing is this? "
The monk was about to answer.
When Chen Pingan saw that Shao Baojuan wanted to speak again, he frowned and said to the scholar in his heart: "This is a Buddhist public case, you Mixed with something.
Shao Baojuan smiled slightly, turned his head, as if waiting for Chen Pingan's words, and immediately asked in his heart: "What do you mean by coming from the west?" Do Taoist priests worry about leaks? ”
“Oh? "
The old Taoist priest who set up the stall seemed to have heard the voices of both parties and stood up immediately, but just stared at Chen Pingan.
Chen Pingan smiled and just looked at the scholar, " It's a good plan, step by step, interconnected. ”
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