Chapter 833: Like dragging a virtual boat

Ning Yao asked the innkeeper for some snacks and an extra room. The innkeeper glanced at Chen Pingan, who remained silent.

Look at what I do, the conscience of heaven and earth, we have nothing to collude with. Besides, what can I say? I own the inn?

The closed disciple looked askance at his husband, and the husband looked askance at the street outside the shop. It was dark, and he was traveling in a foreign country, feeling a little lonely.

Siting down on the other side of the room, Chen Pingan poured a bowl of wine for his husband. Then he looked at Ning Yao. She shook her head, and Chen Pingan only poured a bowl for himself.

In the most difficult part of his life, Zeng Ye, a boy from Shujian Lake, and Su Xinzhai, a female ghost, accompanied Chen Pingan through the mountains and rivers.

The old scholar probably felt that the atmosphere was a bit silent, so he picked up the wine bowl, bumped it lightly with Chen Ping'an, and then spoke first, like a gentleman testing the scholarship of his disciples: "There is a line in "Uncovering" "Safe?"

As soon as Chen Pingan took a sip of wine, the teacher mentioned "Uncovering". The answer was actually easy to guess. He quickly put down the wine bowl and said, "The teacher once said that wine messes with the mind." Yes."

The old scholar asked with a smile: "Then you don't know why Mr. would exhort the world like this?"

Chen Ping'an said: "I guess it was because Mr. Those who can’t afford to drink are just jealous of those who pay for the wine without blinking.”

The old scholar clapped his hands on the table and laughed: “What is a proud student?”

How can I be like you? Back then, when you were stupid and liked to talk about this to yourself, why didn’t you allow your husband to slap you in the face? My husband has written so many sage principles in the book that several large baskets cannot fit them in. How can he do them all?

The one who is most considerate to the smallest cotton-padded jacket is indeed a closed disciple.

The old scholar drank a bowl of wine. As soon as the bowl was put down, Chen Ping'an had already refilled it. The old scholar stroked his beard and sighed: "I was so greedy at that time. The most uncomfortable thing was to stay up late at night and read a book. When I heard some drunkards vomiting in the alley, I wanted to sew their mouths shut and waste money on drinking! I made a big ambition back then, "Safety?"

Chen Ping'an said: "What if? In the coming year, when you become a high official or a Confucian saint, you must make a rule that you are not allowed to vomit when drinking. "

The old scholar nodded, "Yes, that's right."

Ning. Yao changed his mind and poured himself a bowl of wine.

Chen Pingan briefly talked about the things related to Shujian Lake and Su Xinzhai, and during this period he also talked about the old country woman who lived the hard life calmly.

The old scholar crushed a salted and dried peanut shell between his fingers, put it into his mouth, nodded and said: "The only knowledge of the heroes in the world is nothing but the word calmness. The villain turns the world upside down and corrects it with his backhand, which is calmness." . If I am powerless and can’t help anything, I can take care of myself.”

In fact, the three people here know very well that the inn, the girl, and the large vase are all arranged by Cui Han.

A lake of slips has made Chen Pingan ghostly fight against the wall for many years, and he was so emaciated that he was skinny and bones, but as long as he could get through it, it seems that besides the discomfort, there is only discomfort.

Cui Chan never gives anything more, especially not giving Chen Ping'an the slightest benefit. Whether it is the last landscape painting of Tongyezhou or the girl in the inn tonight, Cui Chan is just like a girl. I put a light in the distance for my junior brother Chen Ping'an. If you don't go there yourself, or choose to avoid the detour, you will miss it for the rest of your life. Cui Chan's actions seemed to be telling Chen Ping'an a very cruel truth. Despair is what you ask for, so hope is what you ask for.

Ning Yao asked: "Since I am lucky enough to meet her again in this life, what are your plans next?"

In Ning Yao's opinion, in Su Xinzhai's life, the girl can barely be considered a decent person. Naturally, you can bring your cultivation qualifications to Luopo Mountain to practice. Don't forget that what Chen Ping'an is best at is actually not settling accounts, or even practicing, but protecting the way of others.

But Ning Yao doesn't think it is necessarily the best choice for the girl to go up the mountain to practice immediately.

Chen Pingan said: "I have to talk to her a little more first."

In fact, Chen Pingan had been thinking about this matter on the way here, carefully and carefully.

Generally speaking, only through spiritual practice can the inn girl, who still doesn’t know her name in this life, have a chance to enlighten herself, remember her past life again, renew her destiny in this life, and fulfill her long-cherished wish.

Just like many ordinary people, you can always see some "familiar" people on the road of life, but most of them don't think much about them. They just glance at them and pass by them.

But when remembering the past life, it must be what Su Xinzhai in the previous life wanted at the end, and what the girl in this life wants now?

The old scholar smiled and said: "Just do whatever is good to the little girl. As for what is really good, there is no need to worry. Many times we have to admit that not everything can be planned for a rainy day. The only way to solve the problem is to solve it after it comes. Ping An, don't forget one thing in particular. To the girl, she is just her, but in your eyes, she is Shu Jian Hu and Huang Li. "Su Xinzhai of the Mountain."

If you don't go up the mountain, for example, in this great Li capital city, you can live a stable life in the city below the mountain, but the years will be shorter. Marrying a wife, raising a husband and raising children, is not a good thing. If the little girl wants to go up the mountain one day, it won't be too late to come back and practice. Luo Luo Shan still has some wealth, there is no shortage of preachers, and there is no shortage of fairy money.

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "You must understand this truth first before you can do the following things well."

From beginning to end, Chen Pingan seemed very calm, but in just a few days In just one sentence, he had already taken several sips of wine.

Drinking in a hurry is a taboo at the wine table. No matter how good the drinker is, it is easy to overturn the boat in the wine tank, and then most likely run under the wine table and claim to be invincible and not drunk.

Chen Pingan said: "Why did you suddenly go to imitate Bai Yujing and discuss Taoism with others?"

The old scholar crossed his legs, took a sip of wine, and said with a smile: " I have cultivated myself in Gongde Forest for many years and accumulated a lot of money.A small complaint, as far as knowledge is concerned, I have been studying there for many years and have made some progress. If I really want to say the reason, it is that my mouth is itchy, which is similar to being greedy for wine when I have no money in my pocket.

Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "Although I regret that I didn't see and hear Mr. Sir's discussion this time, I know who Mr. Sir's opponent is just based on the vision of heaven and earth that swept half of the vastness." His knowledge is as high as the sky. Sir, are you allowed to leave? "

The old scholar stepped on the bench with one leg, picked up the wine bowl, bumped it lightly, nodded vigorously and said: "The old master is indeed very knowledgeable, and he is the most righteous saint in the world. Nothing special, very awesome. ”

The old scholar and Chen Pingan each finished a bowl of wine. Chen Pingan smiled and turned the bowl over to show that he had no wine left. The old scholar glanced at his bowl and drank again angrily. After taking a small sip, he turned over the empty wine bowl and said it was full, so he continued to fill it up. The old scholar thought to himself that if you drink this way, you won't get really drunk tomorrow morning. , Jun Qian is not around anymore, and the gentleman, Chen Ping'an, poured the wine again, simply took off his boots, sat cross-legged, and said with emotion: "Sir, this is how you can fight alone by yourself. The time and place are right. "

The old scholar lamented, "It's difficult to suffer a loss. ”

Ning Yao found that among these two disciples, neither one said winning or losing, nor asked about the result. They were just praising the old master here.

The more knowledgeable the old master is, the more knowledgeable he is, sir. Even if he wins, he is naturally more knowledgeable.

The old scholar turned around and said with a smile: "Girl Ning, this trip with a sword is known to the world. From now on, I will say hello to A Liang and Zuo Zuo, and quickly give up their respective titles for those who have the best swordsmanship and swordsmanship. "

Ning Yao said: "If you don't come to Haoran often in the future, don't worry about the Confucian Temple. "

If it weren't for Mr. Wen Sheng, she wouldn't have bothered to explain like this.

The old scholar smiled and shook his head, "Why are you worried about this? The Confucian Temple still has this tolerance. Nowadays Once again, the Li Sheng was in charge of matters in person, and the atmosphere was completely different from the past. Ning Yatou, I would only be worried if you didn’t come here often. What I am really worried about is your lack of freedom from now on. ”

Look at the founders of the three religions, who would visit other families?

As the number one person in the colorful world, Ning Yao’s future situation will certainly be worse than that of Chen Qingdu. Chengtou Ten Thousand Years is much better, but after all, it has the same suffering...

Ning Yao said: "One world, freedom of coming and going, is enough. "

The old scholar sighed and shook his head, "It's too early to say this. "

Ning Yao was a little helpless, but she just listened to what Master Literary Saint said.

She remembered something and told Chen Pingan. The old coachman had talked to her before Promise, Chen Pingan can ask him three questions without breaking his oath.

Chen Pingan nodded with a smile.

The old scholar seemed to be inspired, drank the wine, and said with a smile. : "There are some bastards who have become famous and can't even be taught. Instead, they areIf you won't change it, you really can only wait for them to rot to pieces one by one. ”

As for who the old scholar is scolding, it may be some old oil man who does nothing in the officialdom but is the best at stumbling. Maybe some old swordsmen from Zhengyang Mountain Immortal, he may be some old guy in the world who has a higher level of life-saving skills. The old scholar didn't name him, who knows.

Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "Remember it. ”

The three of them noticed a strange aura almost at the same time.

It was not in the capital of Great Li, but far away in the capital. It was a Yin-Ming road that Yang people avoided. .

Lao Xiucai relied on the saint's connection with heaven and earth, Ning Yao relied on his cultivation in the Ascension Realm, and Chen Ping'an relied on his overwhelming Dao Heart Ripples.

Chen Pingan stood up and said, "I'll go outside and take a look. "

Ning Yao was about to leave the inn with Chen Ping'an.

The old scholar smiled and said: "Ning Yatou, you don't have to follow. The Dali court has already done a good job in clearing the way. . Your sword spirit is too strong and you can't help me. It's okay, I just happened to have some precautions for the colorful world. Anyway, I figured it out myself. I don't count it as a pretense for personal gain, so I want to talk to you. ”

A pure swordsman, with endless killing power outside the battlefield. He is the best at killing people, but not even living people.

Ning Yao sat down again, and Chen Pingan shrank to the mountains and rivers. The ethereal figures in green shirts scattered and gathered together, and they came to the top of the capital wall. Looking up into the distance, they saw hundreds of miles away, where the Yin Qi soared into the sky and formed a long winding river.

On a specially selected landscape road that is inaccessible to the wilderness, the Yin Qi is too strong, because there are only a few living people, and the Yang Qi is thin. Ordinary Qi practitioners, even the likes of Earth Immortals, who are good at getting close, may lose their Daoxing. If you look closely with the Qi Watching Technique, you can find that the trees on the road, even if they have not been trampled at all, have actually not had any contact with the undead, but their green color has already revealed some unusual death aura, just like the look on a human face. Tieqing.

A group of Dali Qi practitioners from the city outside the capital were responsible for guarding this section of the city. One of the old priests and the swordsman in blue suddenly appeared and asked: "Who is coming? Who? ”

Chen Ping’an took out the Ministry of Justice’s Peaceful Card from his sleeve and hung it on his waist. Since it was his own family, after the old priest checked the authenticity of the Nothingness Card, he just clasped his fists, no Ask again.

Chen Pingan was silent for a moment and asked: "Old sir, there seems to be a lot of people this time? It looks like it's about thirty thousand? "

The old priest nodded, "Because it is the second to last batch, the quantity will be larger.

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In fact, the old worshiper was originally unwilling to talk more, but the uninvited guest mentioned the "number of people" Only one word, not words such as ghosts and ghosts, made the old man willing to talk.

In the north of Dali, in the Longxing land of the Song family, there was a Beijing Bible Translation Bureau all year round. The abbot's Water and Land Dharma Assembly, and Zhou Tian, ​​who is responsible for a Chongxu BureauThe Great Jiao Festival, where the souls of the dead on the extradition battlefield site return north to their hometowns, has been held for many years, day and night, and it still has not ended. It is true that too many people from the Great Li frontier army died in foreign lands. Over the years, the Great Li court has The emperor promulgated the decree, the Ministry of Rites took the lead in making detailed preparations for the matter, the Ministry of Household Affairs paid for it, and the Ministry of War sent people to protect them. Just for the majestic Yin soldiers to cross the border, three expensive roads were opened up.

Every time we are on the road, there are thousands or even more than ten thousand souls of the undead on the battlefield. They stop walking during the day to prevent the remaining souls from being exposed to the sun and inhabit the mountains and rivers set up by the Dali Qi Practitioners along the way. Among the formations, only traveling far away at night, there are eminent monks chanting sutras and holding tins to lead the way, Taoist disciples silently reciting Taoist formulas and ringing bells to guide them, and Qin Tianjian Qi warriors and Dali cavalry are on both sides of the road. , to prevent wandering souls from wandering away, and coupled with the cooperation of local landscape gods, city gods and Wenwu Temple, this matter has never made any major mistakes and has not disturbed the people in the world.

It is rumored that a minister of the Ministry of War in the capital, who had a background in the border army, once openly threatened the officials of the Ministry of Household Affairs: Don’t talk to me about any difficulties. There is no need to discuss this matter. You, the Ministry of Household Affairs, can sell iron and demolish the government offices. In order to exchange materials for money, it is also necessary to ensure that the souls of all the dead soldiers of the Great Li border army will not stay at the battlefield site for too long and their souls will be scattered. For this purpose, the Ministry of War specially assigned five or six people to work as temporary "errands" at the Office of the Ministry of Household Affairs every day, specifically supervising and supervising the progress of this matter. Quarrels were common.

In addition to the monks enshrined in Dali, the gentlemen and sages of Confucian academies, and the masters of Buddhism and Taoism, there are also the Qintianjian Earth Master, the Capital Wenwu Temple Yingling, the Capital City God Temple, the Capital Earth Temple, and various other temples. Performing his duties, he is responsible for picking up the souls of the dead at various landscape crossings.

Chen Pingan stood on the top of the city and watched the night tour from a distance.

My family and country are fine, but where are my old friends? The mountains and rivers are far away, and the clouds are vast.

These mountains and rivers meet each other, but they are already separated by life and death, yin and yang.

Indeed, there are so many things that are like old times at first sight and are ready to laugh.

Chen Pingan turned his head and saw Song Xu and this group of young monks traveling in the distance. They were probably busy rushing to get to the Yinming Road as soon as possible. Everyone was running fast and did not deliberately hide. Traces, sword master Song Xu stepped on his sword, dragging out a very long golden line. Formation master Han Zhoujin seemed to be walking. Every time he took a step, mountains and rivers for miles passed in an instant, and circles of spiritual energy rippled under his feet. Like epiphyllum flowers blooming at night, Daolu Geling, military monk Yu Yu, Confucian scholar Lu Hui, and young novice monk Houjue also used their magical powers and traveled far away in a hurry.

Chen Pingan's figure turned into eighteen sword lights, and it was like flowers blooming suddenly on the city top. Ten miles away, Chen Pingan stumbled to the ground, and once again hurried on with his unskilled sword escape method. , finally hovering in a high altitude, using several kinds of talismans including snow and mud talismans to help him hide his Qi, squatting on the branches of a tree on the top of a wild mountain, overlooking the road down the mountain.

Lu Hui, Houjue, and Ge Ling, who come from the three orthodox traditions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, are obviously familiar with the matter of leading the way, and have fallen into the hands of the Yin soldiers.At the front of the Yin Ming Road passing through, they took the lead with the Da Li Qi Practitioners of their respective Dao lineages. There was also the little military girl from the Yu family of the Shangzhu Kingdom, not to be left behind, and a group of people from the capital and Gyeonggi. The heroes of the martial arts temple walk side by side.

A landscape road to extradite the undead is extremely wide and vaguely divided into four camps. The ones behind Yu Yu and the heroic spirits of Wumiao Temple are the largest, accounting for nearly half.

Song Xu and Han Zhoujin found a young man who was holding the battle from behind. He was riding a horse in the Great Li cavalry army. He was a Nascent Soul realm sword cultivator who was less than a hundred years old. .

Seeing the two of them, the cavalry commander just nodded. Han Zhoujin took out two armored horse talismans and rode forward with Song Xu. Han Zhoujin had a good relationship with a woman. Asked: "What's going on?"

Because Han Zhoujin had previously discovered that the eminent monks and Taoist monks who were leading tonight had unfamiliar faces and looked haggard, as if they were seriously injured, especially As those heroes from the Martial Temple moved forward, she could even see the wear and tear on their golden bodies, which was actually visible to the naked eye, and the stars dissipated in the night.

The fellow female cultivator couldn't hide her tired look and said: "First of all, the number of people being pulled this time is really too many. Furthermore, the Rites Yamen issued another death order earlier. It was an official document handwritten by Lord Shangshu, and the wording was stern. , saying that this Yinming official road consumes too much spiritual energy along the way, and has disturbed the landscape and energy by at least 20% more than expected. It is obviously our fault for not doing things well, and I am worried that there will be an accident during the last night tour. Master Shangshu is Having said that, what else can we do, we can only bite the bullet and ignore the loss of Taoism. Otherwise, no one will be able to bear the burden of the next evaluation of the two departments."

Song Xu asked: "Transformation Realm, is there anyone causing trouble along the way?"

The Nascent Soul Realm sword cultivator said with an indifferent expression: "Go back and read the intelligence information yourself."

Song Xu is used to this, this Yuan Huajing, nicknamed Yelang. He is the leader of five Qi practitioners on another hill.

The two sides have bad tempers and have never dealt with each other very well. Only on the battlefield can we cooperate seamlessly.

Yuan Huajing frowned slightly and found that there were more than a dozen battlefield souls on the road ahead. There were signs of souls dissipating, and he said in a deep voice: "Du Jian, are you blind?"

Rear A young man with a pale face, chapped lips and bleeding lips. He was dressed as a cavalryman. He was already exhausted. He was sitting on the horse and taking a nap while warming up his spiritual energy. He was really exhausted mentally and physically, but after listening to After hearing Yuan Huajing's words, he stood up without hesitation, tiptoed a little, swept forward, raised a palm high, twisted his wrist, and soft silk threads appeared between his five fingers. He lifted it slightly, and the threads gathered in an orderly manner instantly. The formation, shining with golden light, turned out to be a compass glowing with precious light, and the light fell on the land where those ghosts and ghosts walked.

The young cavalryman was riding the wind while holding a compass in his hand, protecting one side. As long as there was any sign of the soul of the dead being dispersed, the precious light would shine on it.

SongHe continued to remind: "Too much is too little."

Yuan Huajing said calmly: "It seems that it is not your turn to have a golden elixir to point fingers."

There are five people in Yuan Huajing's group. , in addition to him, the Nascent Soul realm sword cultivator, there is also a ghost cultivator, a Yin Yang family Qi practitioner, and the other two were both wild cultivators.

They are obviously more murderous than Song Xu's six people at Xiaoshantou.

Song Xu didn't take it seriously. Instead, he took the initiative to tell Yuan Huajing about the young hermit official's entry into the capital. After meeting him, he also talked about the weird things about the preacher Aunt Feng.

Yuan Huajing nodded, "I saw all the sword lights from Ning Yao earlier."

Song Xu hesitated for a moment, then reminded him: "There should be a clear distinction between public and private matters. ”

The cavalryman next to him was born in the Yuan family of Shangzhu Kingdom, and Yuan Huajing’s younger brother was the concubine of the Yuan family who was married to the legitimate daughter of the Xu family in Qingfeng City.

Yuan Huajing sneered: "Because His Royal Highness's surname is Song, can he be so lenient?"

Song Xu choked for a moment and suddenly laughed, "You really should be with Let's have a good chat with Chen Yinguan."

Yuan Huajing rarely took the initiative to speak, "Is it still difficult for the six of you to join forces?"

Song Xu nodded: "Yu Yu said it. , will only be chopped down. After a review, Lu Hui said that relying on the words Chen Pingan said would not be helpful to the war situation and could be ignored. "

Yuan. Hua Jing said: "Zhao Yao from the Ministry of Justice still hasn't found a suitable candidate? If it's Zhou Haijing, I don't think it's enough."

Song Xu shook his head and said: "What is the identity of Zheng Qian? It’s not like he’s not clear. Zhao Shilang can only rely on Yu Hong and her martial arts to determine his qualifications.” Yuan Huajing frowned and said, “I don’t think highly of Zhou Haijing, a female martial artist.”

Song Xu said helplessly: "Otherwise, where can we find a young mountain-level martial artist, and he must be expected to be among the tenth realm? When it comes to martial arts, we are already better than the Middle-earth Divine Continent. That's bad. The embroiderer the Ministry of Justice recruited before has no ambitions. Besides, in my opinion, she is similar to Zhou Haijing, and she is from Luzhou, Beiju, so she is not suitable."

That one is not suitable. For the vacancy of a pure martial artist, there was actually a suitable candidate in the early years, but he died in Shujian Lake.

Otherwise, once the twelve earthly branches are completed, according to the careful derivation of the Ministry of Punishment and Qin Tianjian, twelve qi practitioners and pure martial artists, all less than a hundred years old, can work together to kill a sword cultivator. Immortal realm monk outside.

The most critical thing is that they have endless and interlocking means to ensure that no one on their side will die, or even their realm will not fall.

Unfortunately, the real weapon of the formation is the pure martial artist who has been unresolved.

Otherwise, in the previous battle with the capital, they would not have killed only two Jade Pu Realm monks from the military tent demon clan.

The two monster heads happened to be taken by Yuan Huajing.The flying sword cut it down.

The eleven of them are all night tourists, and they are destined to remain obscure until they establish a sect in the coming year.

Yuan Huajing suddenly turned his head to look at a mountain and said, "Chen Pingan, why do you deliberately hide yourself? Do you like to hide and watch movies so much?"

When Chen Pingan heard this, it was just He glanced at the young Yuanying realm sword cultivator and ignored the other party's provocation.

When he arrived here, Chen Ping'an began to circulate the spiritual energy of the five key natal Qi palaces and the top of each prince's mountain.

Yuan Huajing sneered and said: "Since you have chosen to stand by and watch, please go further and don't bother people here."

The landscape gods who guarded the road along the way, consumed What is left is the essence of incense accumulated through hard work, and even the wear and tear of the golden body.

As for Qi practitioners, in addition to the depletion of accumulated spiritual energy, it will even consume their Taoism. Especially if they are not careful, they will also destroy the shadow of their ancestors and their Yin virtue.

Even a sword cultivator like Yuan Huajing seems to have nothing to do, but in fact, he still needs to use his sword energy to protect the road for this big Li cavalry, which is consumed all the time.

So this errand of traveling the Yinming Road at night is a thankless task for anyone. Afterwards, several yamen of the Dali court will certainly make up for it, but If you really want to calculate it, the profit and loss are obvious.

But even so, it is still the same, it is just the simplest responsibility.

The woman walking side by side with Han Zhoujin was the ghost monk. She asked in her heart: "I have seen the young hermit official. How does he look like?"

Han Zhoujin smiled and said: "Excellent, personable, and a swordsman."

The female ghost curled her lips, "But since he is already here, just watching from a distance, I want to I don’t admire him as much as I used to."

Han Zhoujin explained with a smile: "He is a swordsman. Even if he is a martial arts master with superb boxing skills, what can he do?"

The female ghost nodded, convinced, "That's right! It makes sense!"

But it was inevitable that she would feel regretful.

What's the matter, female ghosts can't miss spring. A young man from the same country has been alone in the city for many years for the woman he loves, and she is not allowed to admire him even a little bit.

That's her temperament

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After meeting each other, she will act like a hungry tiger attacking a sheep without saying a word. How many ounces of oil can I wipe out?

On the branch on the top of the mountain, Chen Pingan finally took a closer look at the specific situation of the thirty thousand Yin Spirits on the battlefield.

The next moment, a bright sword light broke through the night.

The road above the earth shines brightly like daylight, and every detail is visible. But the most unusual thing is that the sword energy is so majestic and majestic. There is no fear, but even those ghosts whose intelligence has been turbid for a long time have a somewhat clear look in their eyes, which is unreasonable.

In the far distance, there suddenly appeared the virtual appearance of a mountain, likeThe golden body of the monk stands tall on the road.

At the feet of the heroes of the Man Mo Temple, Yu Yu, and the young novice monk Houjue, who are the leaders, there are ripples and sparkling waves under the moonlit night, just like... there is an extra smooth waterway as flat as a mirror. .

It is a great pattern with mountains and rivers interdependent. The mountains are full of Taoism and the waterways are full of spirit.

Not only that, the little novice suddenly lowered his head and turned around. He was surprised to find a line of ghosts stretching for miles behind him, and a golden scripture appeared at his feet.

When all ghosts and ghosts walk on this road, golden lotus blossoms bloom and sway under their feet every step of the way.

The road under the feet of the Confucian scholar Lu Hui, the Yin spirit following behind him, and under his feet are the snow-white words refined from frontier poems. The words are connected into sentences, the sentences become poems, and the poems become the road.

Under the feet of Daolu Geling and several Taoist masters, there are mysterious and mysterious Taoist formulas, making a road appear colorful.

And Yu Yu was horrified to find that on the road in front of him, in the water light, a number of virtual flying swords as big as boats appeared, paving the road.

The vision didn’t stop there. When the man in green shirt in the far distance began to slowly climb the mountain, in an instant, golden threads bloomed from his body and floated away, carrying the thirty thousand people. Many heroic spirits who died on the battlefield were pulled in one by one.

One person climbs a mountain and drags it forward.

Using the loss of his own merit, he refined countless long lines of cause and effect, pulling each other with the thirty thousand Yin spirits behind him, Qingshan took the lead.

After that, the figure in the blue shirt climbing the mountain walked faster and faster, and finally walked against the wind, like a virtual boat or a ferry, with one person leading 30,000 heroic spirits, traveling across mountains and rivers, flying together. Sweeping forward, rushing at an unimaginable speed to the Water and Land Dharma Assembly and Zhoutian Dajiao.

All the gods of mountains and rivers and various Qi practitioners seemed to have nothing to do at this moment.

Just follow.

Even though the Taoist heart is as strong as the sword Xiu Yuan Huajing, he is also stunned and speechless.

Song Xu smiled knowingly, Chen Yinguan was indeed good at "chatting".

Song Xu, the prince of the Dali Song family, put away his thoughts and clasped fists at the figure behind him in a distant salute, fascinated by it. < /p>

Han Zhoujin’s eyes shone brightly, and he said with a smile: "He is a hidden official, nothing unusual happens to him."

The green shirt, as he approached the destination, He just turned around and hugged those heroic spirits on the battlefield, and then left with his sword shining like a rainbow.

Perhaps among tonight’s night tour, there are those border cavalry on the windy and snowy road, or their battlefield robes.

A carriage hanging on the tail of the team. Because the right minister of the Ministry of Rites in the carriage is not a monk on the mountain, it is not suitable to get too close. The right minister of the Ministry of RitesThe minister called over a general who was accompanying the border army. After the two parties discussed it, all the gods and monks, including Song Xu and Yuan Huajing, received an order. No one was allowed to leak what happened tonight. They had to wait for news from the Ministry of Rites. .

On the top of a quiet mountain on the border of Gyeonggi Province, Chen Pingan fell down, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and began to sit cross-legged to calm the chaotic atmosphere in the small world inside his body.

The old scholar came quietly and said with a smile: "You have worked so hard to save some money, why don't you just say you don't want it?"

The closed disciple's move was very thoughtful, not only helping to lead the way, but also He also used a method: before doing things, he should be sincere and tell the world about his identity as a Confucian monk, so he could only give up merit and not earn any merit.

Chen Pingan immediately opened his eyes and said with a smile: "From heaven and earth, return to heaven and earth, it is a matter of course. It is just like making money hard, not just spending it casually. Besides, in the future, I will give it back to heaven and earth." You can earn more."

The old scholar squatted aside and let Chen Ping'an rest for a while. He sighed for no reason: "I pity Mei Huayue and can't bear to sleep all night long."

Chen Pingan echoed: "I can't bear to sleep all night long, Yue Hua Mei takes pity on me."

The old scholar fisted his palm, "Wonderful."

Chen Pingan said: "After all, he is Mr.'s disciple."

The old scholar smiled and said: "You brat, there is no outsider now, so it's a waste."

Chen Ping'an simply stopped. After breathing deeply, he took out two pots of glutinous rice wine from his hometown, one pot for each of his husband.

The old scholar smiled and asked: "Are you still not good at learning the sword escape method? Why don't you ask Ning Yatou for advice?"

Chen Pingan said honestly: "Sir, I really don’t have the shame to learn this swordsmanship from Ning Yao. I am too shameless to learn from anyone, let alone Ning Yao. Besides, when I was practicing boxing, I would spread out the boxing records on the table at the earliest. Ning Yao learns calligraphy and interprets boxing thinking. But I don’t want Ning Yao to think too much, for example, making her feel that her sword practice is too easy and smooth. As a result, when it comes to me, she just endures hardship. In fact, there is no hardship at all. , practicing sword is much easier than learning boxing."

The old scholar said: "It's just that in comparison, it's not easy."

Then the old scholar said. The scholar stroked his beard and smiled, and couldn't help but admire: "This is a good old man."

Only talking about love between men and women, but also about wisdom, especially the ability to apply what they have learned, several of his direct disciples , Cui Yi, Zuo Zuo, Jun Qian, Xiao Qi, I am afraid that all of them together are not as good as this close disciple next to them.

Chen Ping'an suddenly felt guilty and said: "It seems that I always make you run around and work so hard. I don't want to let you save worry and effort."

The old scholar took a sip of wine and chuckled softly. Said: "You can say stupid things, but don't say them again, otherwise Mr. will be angry."

Whenever he gets angry, he can't help but want to scold Zuo Zuo and Jun Qian. Now these two are... Not around, one is at the ruins of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and the other went to Qing Ming Tianxia to see Bai Ye, and couldn’t scold him anymore.Uncomfortable.

The old scholar rolled his eyes, coughed, and whispered: "Peace! Ning Yatou didn't know why, but she asked us to go to your senior brother's house to reminisce about the past."

The old scholar scratched his beard and felt even more worried, and raised his head angrily. He picked up the flask and said, "One goes, one goes."

Chen Ping'an complained: "Let's go with a hammer, sir, drink it yourself."

The old scholar said oh, He suddenly said: "By the way, Ping An, sir, he just gave you the letter of engagement at the inn. Girl Ning accepted it, but Girl Ning also said that the wedding banquet must be held in Feisheng City first."< /p>

Chen Pingan's eyes lit up, "Sir, let's go one at a time."

The old scholar shook his arms and said with self-pity: "Let's go with a hammer, sir, drink by yourself."

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Chen Ping'an must touch the wine pot with Mr. Chen, "Sir, your hard work is great, you can't do anything!"

The old scholar drank the wine and said: "By the way, Ning Yatou still needs to talk to Mr. Let's go to the Confucian Temple together. There are some things that the Li Sheng wants to say. It's not that the Li Sheng is too arrogant and doesn't want to go to Aquarius Island in person, but since we are talking about business, it is in line with etiquette at Gong De Lin. You are safe. Don't worry, they are all members of the family. Anyone who is embarrassed by Li Sheng will not be embarrassed by Ning Yatou. This round trip does not take too much time."

Chen Ping'an nodded lightly without any objection.

My disciples drank wine at the top of the mountain, and then returned to the alley in the capital together, forgetting about the inn.

The old Yuanying monk blocked the road again and frowned: "Chen Ping'an, forget it with Ning Yao. It's against the rules to bring in an outsider."

Zhao Duanming doesn't do this kind of thing. , and didn’t dare to speak for the newly recognized Brother Chen.

The old scholar looked at the young man and asked with a smile: "Has this handsome young man been struck by lightning several times?"

Zhao Duanming nodded and said: "A good man does not mention his past. Yong, less than ten times."

Chen Ping'an smiled and explained: "It's my husband, not an outsider."

Liu Gao asked doubtfully: "Which sir?" /p>

The old scholar tugged on his clothes and shook his sleeves.

Chen Pingan continued: "It's the gentleman of the younger generation, that is, the husband of Senior Brother Cui and Mr. Qi."

The old monk's face was full of disbelief, and he felt uneasy for a moment. , actually dared not speak.

Even though the statue of Wen Sheng has been moved out of the Chinese Confucian Temple long ago, and he has not been able to eat cold pig head meat for many years, for a mountain monk like Liu Gao, a person who could once stand side by side with Li Sheng and Ya Sheng A Confucian saint, a Confucian saint who can teach the Embroidered Tiger Cui Chan, the Sword Immortal Zuo and Mr. Qi, when the existence that was originally far away in the horizon is really close at hand, except for being embarrassed, he dare not say a word , there really is no other choice.

Zhao Duanming asked in his heart: "Brother Chen, is he really a literary sage? "

Chen Pingan nodded and smiled: "Otherwise? "

Zhao Duanming immediately bowed and saluted: "Zhao Duanming, a descendant of the Zhao family in Dali Tianshui, pays homage to Master Literary Saint!

The old scholar smiled and said: "Master Liu Xian, Duan Ming, there is no need to be so polite." "

Liu Gao cupped his fists and said with a trembling voice: "Liu Gao has met the Literary Sage. ”

The old scholar waved his hand and walked with Chen Pingan in the alley. When they arrived at the door of the courtyard, because the door was not locked, Chen Pingan opened the door, turned around, and found his husband standing outside the door. After not crossing the threshold for a long time, Chen Ping'an stopped and waited quietly for Mr.

The old scholar looked into the door and didn't move for a long time, muttering to himself. He said: "Since you are so unlucky to become my first disciple, sir, I won't say that you have worked hard. There are some things that sir did not do right. ”

Old friends inside the door, old people outside the door, sages and sages have been lonely since ancient times.

In the end, the old scholar did not enter the popular building, but sat on the stone bench in the courtyard outside, Chen Ping An moved some books on the table, and the old scholar drank wine and slowly flipped through the books.

In fact, they were all works by the old scholar before he became a literary saint, so they were mostly first editions. , but it seems that the printing is rough and not sophisticated enough, but the pages are extremely neat, like a new book, and the title page of each book does not have the seal of any later translator, nor any narration.

Chen Ping'an sat on the threshold, breathing heavily, closing his eyes and concentrating. The only sound in his ears was the sound of his husband turning the book.

Finally, the old scholar turned to a page, which happened to be the content of the Uncovered Chapter. The old scholar closed the book and put it in his sleeve.

There was nothing to say and nothing to say. Only the bright moon faded and the sun rose, making the world bright.

(End of this chapter)