Sword comes

Chapter 340

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Chen Pingan was lying on the bed, that strange dream was still haunting in his mind.

Last time, I was reading in my dream on the Osmanthus Island ferry. I don’t know what the meaning is this time, or it’s just a dream, and I’m suspicious?

Chen Pingan sat up. Since he couldn't sleep, he simply came to the table and began to count his belongings.

During the day, there was definite news from Jiuniang that the Yao family's team entering Beijing would pass through Hu'er Town in the early morning of tomorrow. At that time, the two parties would go together and go to Mirage City, and then part ways at a famous ferry outside the capital. Chen Pingan and his party Continue to the north, and enter the mountain to visit Xiantianque Peak. The old general Yao Zhen has arranged two identities for them. The second half of the walk down the mountain can also be unimpeded.

Chen Pingan lit the oil lamp, put the Yangjian gourd on the table, and flew out the Flying Sword Fifteen. Chen Pingan took out the magic robe Jinli, feeling a little distressed, not only for the damage of this relic of overseas immortals, but also for the repair of Jinli A copper coin, the Grain Rain money has been used up, it is not Xiaoshu money, let alone snowflake money, but a small bag of gold fine copper coins that Zheng Dafeng gave to Chen Pingan as a reward when he broke through in the old dragon city. pieces.

Chen Ping touched the neatly stacked robes and sighed.

It's no wonder that practice is a job of eating gold and silver, and no one should talk about having too much money to spend.

However, Chen Pingan had no reason to think that Liu Youzhou, who lived in the Yuanxuan Mansion, probably had a father who was the same age as the God of Wealth in Aiaizhou, so he was qualified to worry about his money.

Chen Pingan took out the bag of gold and fine copper coins, poured them lightly on the table, and stacked them one by one to form a small building, which was less than a palm high. Chen Pingan smiled knowingly, but the building was a little small and short A little bit, otherwise he would be happier.

These priceless gold and fine copper coins do not have a single offering money or spring greeting money, but all pressing money. The front and back sides are respectively engraved with "elimination of evil" and "peace in the world". The Yasheng coins that Dongtian came into contact with were different, presumably because every Jiazi's coins were minted, there were changes.

Chen Pingan had learned a seemingly superficial but extremely orthodox refining formula from the man holding a sword at the gate in the inverted mountain. It took a cup of tea time to refine the gold and copper coin earlier. The dharma robes that were damaged and torn everywhere, those warp and weft threads, like willow branches sprouting, came to life, which is very miraculous.

Chen Ping estimated that the robe would be restored to its original state within ten days at most. Another surprise was that Chen Ping discovered the strangeness of the golden dragons on the robe. The golden light in the eyeballs of the smaller golden dragon is not obvious. After "eating" the gold and fine copper coins, it is like a finishing touch, especially the aura contained in the golden lizhu is as thick as water.

This discovery made Chen Pingan, who had never been attached to spiritual weapons and magic weapons in the world, a little moved, because the appearance of this golden robe was the same as that of Wei Xian and Zhu Lian's martial arts realm, which was rising.Need to know above the magic weapon, what is it?Immortal soldiers!The Fu family in the old Dragon City, which is rich in a continent, has accumulated thousands of years, but has never owned a veritable fairy soldier.

However, Chen Pingan did not expect that Jinli could grow into a magic robe of immortal soldier appearance. After all, God knows that he needs to replenish a few gold fine copper coins, and now that the Lizhu Cave Heaven no longer exists, the three types of gold fine copper coins are very likely to be cut off. , will never be alive again.

Even if you are lucky enough to build the Longevity Bridge, you still need to refine the five magic weapons belonging to the five elements. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as difficult as reaching the sky, but this is actually not bad for Chen Pingan, but it is only after 100 years of practice. After tens of thousands of punches and then a million punches, as long as you can clearly see the path under your feet and know where you should go next, it will be fine. As for how far and how difficult it is to walk, don't think about it.

Chen Pingan continued to take out some objects that had been treasured for a long time.

The golden writing gall presented by Shen Wen, the God of the City God, is the fragment of the golden body left behind by the gods after their bodies and dao passed away.

Most of the emerald green bamboo slips that can be traced back to Qingshen Mountain have been engraved with poems and lines by Chen Pingan.

The snake gallstone returned to him by Shen Gaozong Huang Guanhe Xiaoliang.

Finally, Chen Pingan took out the water seal carved by Mr. Qi himself, and gently placed it in the center of the table. Chen Ping lay on the table. As the saying goes, mountains and rivers do not separate families. India looks a bit lonely.

Chen Ping was in a daze, and came up with an idea. On the way, he found an opportunity to buy a white jade hairpin. I think that even if I don’t wear the golden robe, I’m wearing a green shirt and gown, not a jade hairpin. I’m not a scholar, so it’s okay to pretend to be a scholar. Then I went back to Aquarius Continent and went to Dasui Shanya Academy to find Li Baoping and the others. , Finally, you don't have to worry about it, it will hurt them and make your classmates look down on you.

After reading so many books and seeing so many sages and sages, Chen Pingan still likes those eight characters the most.

A gentleman with words, warm as jade.

Just thinking that there is a scholar from the academy who lays a floor shop in the inn, Chen Ping'an is a little curious about the Dafu Academy. If it is not inappropriate to delay the trip in Tongyezhou, Chen Ping'an really wants to visit the academy.

Same thing, Chen Pingan put away all the things and put them back into the square inch.

At that time, Zheng Dafeng, in order to settle the old and new accounts, besides a bag of gold and fine copper coins, there was also a legendary close thing, which was a jade plaque, without seal characters, which was extremely simple and elegant.

It's just that Chen Ping'an is used to dealing with Feijian Fifteen, so he doesn't touch anything close to him. Nascent Soul and Earth Immortal may not be able to hold a treasure, so they just hide it for Chen Ping'an.

The Ganlujia "Xiyue" was temporarily handed over to Wei Xian, the narrow knife stopped snow was hung on Lu Baixiang's waist, and the Chixin sword was carried by Sui Youyou behind his back.

The golden demon-binding rope made by the old Jiao's long beard, if the color is not too eye-catching, no matter it is Jin Li's usual snow-white color, or the two blue robes bought from the market shop, it will not match, otherwise it can be used as a belt .

After collecting a rich family fortune, Chen Ping'an is in a good mood. The only way to relieve his worries is money and wine.

Standing up, going to the window and opening the window, I suddenly found that Pei Qian next door was not moving at all. The walls of the inn were not well soundproofed, and the little girl often snored slightly when sleeping. Chen Pingan thought that Pei Qian was like before, when he was a mouse at night, he went to the first floor The kitchen stole something, but after waiting for about a stick of incense, the door of the inn was opened and closed. Chen Ping flicked his fingers, and instantly extinguished the lights, and soon heard the sound of Pei Qian going upstairs.

After the door next door was closed, Chen Pingan calmed down, re-lit the oil lamp, took out three books, and read them casually.

It was borrowed from Gu Can, gifted by Li Xisheng, and given by Zheng Dafeng.

Now the chapters in the book are already familiar by heart, but except for the sleeping pile "Qianqiu" of Shaking Mountain Fist that I have recently started to study, talisman and swordsmanship, compared with before entering the Ouhua blessed land, there is almost no progress, it is really indistinguishable Heart, Chen Pingan believes that there are some talismans whose rank is slightly higher than that of the pagoda town demon talisman. Next, he can try to write and have a chance to finish it in one go.

Chen Pingan studied all night until dawn. Before dawn, he found a slight rustling sound from the next door. Not long after, there was a knock on the door. Chen Pingan put away the three books, got up and opened the door, only to see Pei Qian, who seemed to be ready to go, had already packed his cotton bag, held a walking stick, raised his head with a bright smile and asked, "When are we going to Mirage City?"

Chen Pingan asked: "Didn't I tell you to stay in the inn?"

Pei Qian's smile remained unchanged, and he continued to play dumb, "Do you want me to wake up the little cripple and cook for us? We can go on the road when we are full. I heard that Hu'er Town is two or three thousand miles away from Daquan Capital, which is far away."

Chen Ping was about to speak when a yawning down-and-out scholar appeared on the other side of the stairs. Zhong Kui slapped Pei Qian on the back of the head. Morning? Yao Zhen really wants to be Minister of the Ministry of War."

Pei Qian, who had been slapped for no reason, was furious. He picked up his trekking stick and was about to slap Zhong Kui in the middle, but when he caught a glimpse of Chen Pingan, he immediately stopped and complained in a low voice: "A gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands!" , the book said, how can you be a scholar, Jiuniang deserves to look down on you, the little cripple is right, you poor scholars are the most hateful in the world."

Zhong Kui ignored the little girl's chatter, slapped Pei Qian's head, and said with a smile: "Chen Ping'an, you should take her with you, I don't want to face such a girl every day, it's too depressing, probably green plum wine It's almost tasteless to drink, and besides, Hu'er Town is not peaceful, you keep her here, which is against your original intention."

Pei Qian immediately stood up, straightened his chest, looked at his nose, nose and heart, trying to make himself appear obedient and honest.

Chen Pingan didn't give an answer immediately, "I'll think about it again."

Zhong Kui nodded and smiled, "You have to think about it."

Chen Pingan went downstairs to go for a walk. As soon as Zhong Kui opened the door of the inn, the three of Jiu Niang had already woken up and started working on breakfast.

Zhu Lian and the four of them opened the door on the second floor almost simultaneously.

All of a sudden it became lively.

When Pei Qian and Zhong Kui went downstairs, she secretly tugged on Zhong Kui's sleeve, and after he turned his head, Pei Qian whispered, "I'll tell you something nice about Jiu Niang later."

Is this reciprocal?

Zhong Kui gave her a thumbs up, "Justice!"

Chen Pingan went out to wander for several miles, and walked slowly on the official road with six steps to and fro, feeling refreshed.

I took a few more glances at the outline of Hu'er Town in the distance.

Chen Pingan almost couldn't hold it back, and wanted to take out the yang qi lighting talisman, which was the only one made of golden material, to see what kind of sacred thing was hidden in Hu'er Town. Ordinary lamp-carrying talismans may not be able to reveal it, and if the gentlemen of Dafu Academy can stay here and guard it, they will definitely not be some "five realm monsters" from the Caiyi country.

It's just that this idea was forcibly suppressed by Chen Ping'an. If he really sacrificed the golden lantern talisman, if there were really monsters and giants lurking in Hu'er Town, the talisman would burn, which would be a warning and a provocation at the same time. Only when you are full will you cause trouble for yourself. Besides, a piece of rare golden talisman paper is one less if you use it now. It is not such a prodigal.

After Chen Ping returned to the inn, he sat on the threshold and felt a headache.

It turned out that Pei Qian and Zhong Kui were sitting at the same table, and Zhong Kui had drunk some wine and was misleading his younger brother there.

Zhong Kui asked: "Do you know why it is said that a gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands?"

Pei Qian replied: "Scholars can't fight."

Zhong Kui lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "The true meaning of this sentence is that as long as a gentleman speaks, the other party is already dead."

Pei Qian was puzzled, "Gentlemen quarrel so fiercely, how can they scold people to death?"

Zhong Kui stepped on the bench with one leg, with a proud face, raised his eyebrows, and signaled the little girl to pour him wine before he could tell the truth.

Pei Qian rolled her eyes, full of disgust, and squinted at Zhong Kui. It was clearly written on her dark little face which green onion you are.

Zhong Kui was not annoyed, he stretched out his finger and pointed at the little girl who looked like black charcoal, and said with a smile: "You don't like to suffer."

Pei Qian was annoyed, stood up, bent down and clapped Zhong Kui's fingers off.

Zhong Kui swayed his body and was about to point to Pei Qian, who kept waving his palm over there.

Looking at Zhong Kui at the counter in the distance, Jiuniang didn't think that the childlike innocence of an old man was worth impressing a woman.

But since Zhong Kui can do this, he shouldn't be such a bad person.

Pei Qian had never met such a shameless scholar, she was so tired that she was out of breath, she sat back in her seat, and sneered, "Since a gentleman is so powerful, why do you still say that you would rather offend a gentleman than a villain?!"

Zhong Kui smiled and said, "That's because I didn't meet me."

Pei Qian twitched the corners of his mouth, "Just make up nonsense, you have read as many books as my father?"

Zhong Kui slapped himself on the face, speechless, more like faceless to those sage masters on the altar, "I'm the loser."

Chen Ping went to Jiuniang's side and took out the silver that she had prepared long ago. Jiuniang didn't shirk this time. This little silver was two to thirty taels. Since the benefactor of the Yao family in front of her was willing to give it, she had no choice but to accept it.She smiled wryly: "Young Master Chen, I hope you can help me take care of Ling Zhi when I come to Beijing this time. She is arrogant and really unpleasant. If you are more accommodating, Master, you will think that I am making progress."

Chen Pingan nodded in agreement, then smiled and stretched out his hand.

Jiu Niang was at a loss.

Chen Ping said with a smile: "The remuneration for taking care of Miss Yao is not worth two or thirty taels, which is unreasonable."

Jiu Niang hadn't smiled so heartily in many years, she slapped the money heavily in Chen Ping's palm, and the woman was overjoyed, "Oh, I never thought that you are still a shrewd businessman!"

Chen Pingan really put away the money, and joked: "When you are away from home, you need to make money in a proper way."

Zhong Kui turned his head and looked at Jiu Niang and Chen Ping'an's joy, and yelled at the kitchen: "Breakfast will be served later, remember to serve me a bowl of vinegar, I want a big bowl!"

After everyone had breakfast, the sound of horseshoes on the official road outside the inn became clearer and clearer.

Parting is imminent.

Chen Pingan suddenly remembered something, and asked Zhong Kui tentatively, "Can you write a Spring Festival couplet for me?"

Chen Pingan thought to himself that the scholar in green shirt in front of him was a gentleman of the academy, and he must have excellent pen and ink, so he took it as a good omen for himself in the coming year.

Zhong Kui's eyes lit up, "Will you give me the money?"

Jiuniang laughed angrily: "Did you lose money?!"

Zhong Kui was resentful, ran over to the counter, rubbed his hands together and said, "Jiu Niang, take care of me with pen and ink."

Jiuniang rolled her eyes, "You are an accountant, you can't find it yourself?"

The inn has pen and ink and red paper cut into blank Spring Festival couplets, because in the past, during the Chinese New Year, the old hunchback did it himself, and he wrote good calligraphy. After all, he is the third younger brother of Yao Zhen. Although the Yao family is a wealthy family in the frontier army, but The Yao family did not neglect poems and essays. If Yao's children were really vulgar warriors, they would not be able to do it.

Chen Ping said that he didn't need to prepare pen and ink, he did.

Before saying this, he had already turned his wrist quietly, and took out the little snow cone from the square inch object.

Pei Qian obsequiously took the pair of red paper couplets and spread them on a wine table.

She did not forget to tell Zhong Kui who was standing in front of the table and rolled up his sleeves, "You should use more snacks and write better, and you will hang it on the wall of my house in the future!"

The four of Zhu Lian all came together, curious about what this gentleman would write.

As for how Chen Ping got the brush, and why he could write without dipping in ink, Jiu Niang pretended not to see anything.

After Zhong Kui took the pen, he sank into his dantian, looked solemn, gave a soft drink, and wrote five characters.

The words are very correct, but the style and charm seem to be out of the question.

The content is "the pen falls and the rain frightens".

Obviously, this is not what the Spring Festival couplets should have. It seems that Zhong Kui finally seized an opportunity and tried his best to shake off his status as a scholar.

Zhu Lian kept hunched over and looked at the five words carefully, smiling.

Sui You has turned his head to the right, looking towards the gate of the inn, the Yao family will arrive soon.

Jiuniang said expressionlessly, "Little cripple, go get a broom, someone's skin is itchy."

Zhong Kui said with an innocent face: "Don't, I wrote it very hard. If it doesn't work, I will write another one. The money from the two couplets on the table will be on my head."

Chen Ping smiled and said, "Very good, let's just write this picture, and just write five more characters."

Jiu Niang stared at Zhong Kui, and the latter quickly pushed the gloating little lame, "Go to your master's room and get a pair of foundations, forget it, let's just make two pictures, in case Jiu Niang is not satisfied, I'll change it again."

Zhong Kui first wrote the one behind the first Spring Festival couplet, and the poem became weeping ghosts and gods.

Maybe it was because he felt that his writing was "big", Zhong Kui laughed dryly, and found a way for himself to step down, "My hands are raw, I haven't written well, I haven't written well, and my skills are not half as good as usual."

In the later two Spring Festival couplets, Zhong Kui wrote them neatly and festively, and they were serious Spring Festival couplets, not the first such frivolous ones.

"The New Year celebrates Yuqing, and the Jiajie is called Changchun."

After finishing the second picture, Zhong Kui himself was extremely satisfied, saying that the content of this spring post is the ancestor of all the Spring Festival couplets in the world.

The third picture is the most satisfying to Jiuniang, because it is very well suited to the occasion.

Even Pei Qian thought it was pretty good, and finally gave Zhong Kui a good face.

Chen Ping carefully put away the three Spring Festival couplets, and thanked Zhong Kui with fists.

Zhong Kui accepted it calmly.

Then the two looked at each other.

Chen Pingan reminded helplessly: "Pen."

Zhong Kui asked, "I've already given you three spring stickers with such beautiful meanings, why can't you give me a writing brush?"

Chen Ping shook his head and said, "No."

Zhong Kui still wanted to bargain, but found that Jiu Niang's face was covered with dark clouds. He probably didn't need the little cripple to find the broom, and she was about to sweep herself out of the house with her own hands. He sighed and reluctantly handed back the little snow cone to Chen Pingan. He murmured: "There are four characters of God in the pen on the pole. It is destined to be with me. What a match. Chen Pingan, you are playing a mandarin duck with a stick. It is very unpleasant."

Chen Pingan didn't deliberately hide it, put away the little snow cone that Li Xisheng gave him, and said with a smile, "I really can't give it to you."

Seeing Zhong Kui's pitiful expression, Jiuniang smiled and said, "The basic money for the Spring Festival couplets is free, not only that, but for the sake of three pairs of Spring Festival couplets, today you can get a jar of five-year-old green plum wine."

Zhong Kui immediately smiled.

The official road outside the inn is already full of dust.

Yao Lingzhi, a girl carrying a knife, and Yao Xianzhi, a young man, got off their horses and came to the gate of the inn to welcome Chen Pingan and his party.

Jiu Niang said to Yao Lingzhi to be careful on the road, and then choked up.

The girl's eyes were also red, she lowered her head and turned around, not looking at her mother's sad face anymore.

Yao Zhen in casual clothes was standing next to a carriage. This time Yao's team entering Beijing, apart from the three intentionally empty carriages, he also specially prepared five tall horses for Chen Ping'an. Waiting for the war horse, even the children of the top dignitaries in the capital may not be able to own one.

Yao Zhen didn't expect that except for the skinny little girl and the stunning woman with the long sword, the other four Chen Ping'an would choose to go northward on horses.

Yao Zhen had no objection to this, and after greeting Chen Pingan, the old general sat back in his carriage and prepared more than a dozen military books, all of which were handed down by the Yao family, and each book wrote about many of the Yao family's ancestors. The marginal notes and thoughts when turning the pages of the book are like this on almost every page.

Perhaps this is the orderly inheritance of the aristocratic family, and the incense continues.

This time Yao Zhen brought only three Yao clan children, and the three belonged to the same generation, Yao Jinzhi who was riding alone in a carriage, Yao Xianzhi and Yao Lingzhi who were driving side by side at the end of the team.

Seven or eight monks accompanying the army were scattered among the ranks.

Yao Zhen and Chen Pingan said frankly that two of them were secret priests of the Daquan Dynasty. If it hadn't been for this order to enter Beijing, even he, the highest-ranking frontier general in Daquan, would not have the right to mobilize those two monks.

The remaining sixty or so riders are all veterans of the frontier army who are familiar with bow horses, and a small number of family members of these veterans, most of whom are stewards, handymen and maidservants of the Yao family.

Chen Pingan was among the team, riding slowly.

Even though Zhu Lian was sitting on the horse, he still shrunk his body and swayed along with the horse's back. He seemed to be the most casual and amiable of Chen Ping's four followers.

Lu Baixiang was resting with his eyes closed.

In the cavalry team, Wei Xian is the most comfortable, naturally.

On the other side of the inn, Jiu Niang refused to look away for a long time.

The old hunchback was squatting at the door, smoking a dry cigarette. The curling smoke covered the wrinkled and vicissitudes of his face, like mountain fog covering the mountains and ravines.

The little cripple climbed to the roof, climbed high and looked into the distance, just after parting, he was already looking forward to the next reunion with the sister with the sword.

When Zhong Kui came to the small grave, the stone tombstone had been toppled over, and someone dug up the soil and took away the items inside the tomb.

It's kind of fun, kid.

Zhong Kui rubbed his head, turned his head to look at the mighty marching team, withdrew his gaze, put his hands behind his back, staggered back to the inn, and said to himself: "When the sun rises in the East China Sea, thousands of miles melt gold. When the moon sets on the western mountain, Jiujiu Yeyuan rises. It's a pity that there is no confrontation, otherwise it will be a famous story that is sure to be handed down from generation to generation."

Zhong Kui thought about it, and hesitated whether to take a trip to Hu'er Town.

Mister is too timid, at least he is the mountain owner of Dafu Academy, and he was born in the mansion of a certain saint in Shenzhou, China.

That nine-tailed fox, although its name is at the top of the second page written by that old master Bai, but since I know her real name for myself, isn't it just a matter of one sentence to kill it?

Zhong Kui clasped the back of his head with his hands, and the breeze was blowing on his face.

It seems that there are still gusts of autumn wind swirling in his raised sleeves.

The women in the inn had never seen Zhong Kui like this.

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