Sword comes

Chapter 453 Take a nap in peace of mind

Chen Ping's trip to Qingxia Island came and went in a hurry.

In fact, Gu Can's leaving or staying has nothing to do with the overall situation. In fact, Chen Ping'an can't change too much now. There are some things behind the scenes, whether it is the actions of Dalisu Gaoshan, the change of Shujian Lake, or the plan of the monk Liudao in the palace. As long as Chen Pingan is still unwilling to leave the central part of Aquarius Continent, it doesn't matter where Gu Can is.

But it is best for Gu Can to stay on Qingxia Island and guard Chunting Mansion.

Chen Ping punted away.

Landing in Lvtong City, the ferry passed by the Furong Mountain where the ancestral hall had been demolished before. When the fire dragon appeared in the world, its arrogance soared to the sky, and it was no less inferior to that loach. He mistakenly thought that it would be Gu Can's enemy on the road, and when he showed up, a fire and water dispute would break out, but he didn't expect that the group of foreigners who were rumored to be Da Li sticky man chose to stop and leave.

But after that, people didn't miss the excitement. The woman in Tsing Yi, who was surrounded by clouds and mist and made people suspicious, and a weird boy with a mole between his eyebrows teamed up to kill the Nine Realms Sword Cultivator of the Zhuying Dynasty. It is said that not only The physical body was reduced to food, and even the Nascent Soul was detained, which meant that the two "old monks" who were "like young and young girls" spent a lot of energy in the process of chasing and killing, which was even more dreadful.

There is a world of difference between defeating an Earth Immortal and beheading an Earth Immortal.

After Chen Ping'an landed, he retrieved the horse from the inn, and went to the alley shop to buy a few meat buns with thin skin and lots of stuffing. On the southeastern border of the country, the pass is called Liuliu, and it is famous in history. There are different opinions. It is said that the founding emperor of the Zhuying Dynasty used to be here, and successfully retained the one who was known as "half the merit". The counselor of the Han clan, also said to be the most powerful Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator in the history of the Zhuying Dynasty, was disheartened and failed to realize the Dao here. In the end, he was still unable to become a sword fairy of the fifth realm, and wrote on the cliff with fierce sword energy The word "stay" is a pity that the soldiers will be resolved. This makes the sword cultivators in the central part of Aquarius Island, as well as many swordsmen in the rivers and lakes, all regard this small pass of the vassal state as a holy place in their hearts. Leave the elegant demeanor of the word ".

Before autumn, Chen Ping rushed to Liuguan to meet the long-awaited Zeng Ye and Ma Duyi.

Seeing the familiar figure of Mr. Chen riding alone, Ma Duyi and Zeng Ye were visibly relieved.

At first, the two of them felt quite comfortable without Chen Pingan by their side. Zeng tucked in the bamboo box and carried the prisoned Yama Temple on his back. In a critical moment, they could reluctantly invite a few ghosts in the cave state "handpicked" by Chen Pingan. Walking in the rivers and lakes of Shihao country, as long as you don't ostentatiously pass the market, it's enough, so Zeng Ye and Ma Duyi were unscrupulous and free-spirited at first, but just walking, there was a little panic, even if they just saw the Dali scout wandering around in the wild At that moment, I didn't know whether Mr. Chen was around, it was very different.

With Mr. Chen around, the rules do exist, but one person, one ghost, so you can feel at ease.

Zeng Ye and Ma Duyi had also talked about that feeling in private, but they couldn't find out why. They just felt that it wasn't just Mr. Chen who had a high cultivation level.

At the famous scenic spot in Liuguan, they looked up at the large Chinese characters carved on the cliff like a knife. The two also keenly discovered that Mr. Chen went to Shujian Lake alone, and after returning, he became more and more worried.

Chen Pingan also noticed this. After thinking about it, he looked back and said frankly to them: "Before I came here, I took two jade plaques and wanted to see Dalisu Gaoshan, but I couldn't."

Zeng Ye didn't think deeply, but felt a little lost for Mr. Chen.

But Ma Duyi is well aware that the clouds and waves in it are treacherous and must be dangerous.

Chen Ping tried his best to use a calm tone, and said with a smile: "A lot of things, if you leave them there, you will never know the answer. As long as you make a choice, there will be good and bad, and now it is the bad one." As a result, not only did I fail to see Su Gaoshan, it might not be a surprise, but he will definitely be missed by the Great Li Lord General, so we must be more careful in the future. Li's army monks, just pretend not to see it, don't worry, we won't be in danger of our lives."

Although Zeng Ye nodded, he was inevitably worried.

Ma Duyi, on the other hand, has a heart as wide as heaven and earth, and said with a smile: "As long as I don't get chased by the big Li iron cavalry, I don't care. If you like to watch it, you can watch it. We can't escape even a single coin."

Chen Pingan said helplessly: "You two's tempers should complement each other."

Ma Duyi stared, "Mr. Chen, don't mess with the mandarin ducks, I don't like Zeng Ye."

Zeng Ye smiled foolishly, he just didn't dare to say that he didn't like Ma Duyi either.

Under the cliff, there are scattered, mostly merchants from the Shihao Kingdom and Meijia Kingdom who need to pass the customs, and most of them are young, hoping to use it as a capital to show off after returning home. , The word "leave" on the cliff has been read countless times, and I really can't keep them.

Just as Chen Ping's three riders turned their horses, a group of Jianghu swordsmen came on horseback. They dismounted one after another, took off their swords, and bowed respectfully to the cliff.

Among them, the old man, who was the rest of the young children in the cavalry, spoke loudly about the historical origin of the ancient sites here, impassioned, and of course he had to say a few good words for their sword wielders.The young men and women were all in high spirits and excited when they heard this.

Most of them are a Jianghu sect who left the teacher's school and came to the Jianghu to practice.

Chen Pingan can naturally see the depth of the old man, he is a martial artist of the five realms with a fairly good foundation, and he should be regarded as a well-known figure in the world in a small vassal land like the Meiyang Kingdom, but the old swordsman is not only If there is a big chance, otherwise there is no hope in the six realms in this life. Because of the exhaustion of energy and blood, it seems that the root of the disease has fallen, and the soul is in a state of flux, making the bottleneck of the five realms more indestructible. As long as you meet younger warriors in the same realm, you will naturally respond. The old saying about being afraid of being young.

When you meet in the rivers and lakes by chance, most of them pass by, and the three ride away.

The old man turned his head and looked at the backs of the three riders. A slender girl with slightly opened eyebrows asked, "Master, the one in the green shirt, with a sword and a knife, looks like someone from our Jianghu. A hidden master?"

The old man said with a smile: "If you don't wear a green shirt and hold a sword, you must be a sword fairy."

They got on their horses one after another and continued on their way to cross the border.

The Meiyang Kingdom is relatively stable, but the neighboring Shihao Kingdom has become a mess. Previously, an upright official of the Shihao Kingdom who was close friends with his sect sent a secret letter, saying that it was a Shihao Kingdom who was arbitrarily powerful. The eunuch wanted to kill him and implicate the innocent.The innocent and loyal minister who was as famous as the "literate and courageous censor" in the temple of Shihao Kingdom said frankly in the letter that he was willing to stay in the capital and die for the country, so as to teach the Dali barbarians to know how many people in Shihao Kingdom are not afraid of death Scholars, but I hope that friends from the rivers and lakes like them can escort the children of the local family to take refuge in Meiyang Country, then he can go on the road with peace of mind.

After passing the left pass, the place where the horse's hoof stepped is the territory of Shihao country.

In the letter, there was a sentence in the official's letter, which was written in a very heavy handwriting. When the old martial artist and his brothers circulated it, they were all very moved, so this time he took his disciples to risk themselves and ride the rivers and lakes. Without hesitation.

"The Han family is full-bodied, and the emperors of all dynasties have valued literary giants. They have supported scholars for 200 years and have never treated scholars badly. Scholars in my generation should not be ashamed of the Han family."

The old man sat on the horseback, sighing in his heart, the Dali Iron Cavalry is now also oppressing the army of the Meiyang Kingdom, the sky is big and the earth is big, it is so difficult to find a place for the common people and a place of peace for the scholars

This old Jianghu, who is used to bloody storms and ups and downs, has an ulterior thought deep in his heart. It would be great if the Dali Barbarian took down the Zhuying Dynasty as soon as possible. After the chaos, maybe there will be a world of great rule. The opportunity, no matter what, is better than the iron cavalry of Dali, like a few knives that gave Zhu Ying's vassal state a hole, and they have been there to cut flesh with blunt knives, cut back and forth, and the ones who suffer are not ordinary people. Not to mention, the Dali barbarians are merciless on the battlefield when dealing with the borders of various countries that the horseshoes touch. Today, countless ordinary people who have fled have returned to their hometowns one after another. Back to their homeland, the Dali civil officials stationed in various places have done a lot of personal things.

It's just that the old man can only use a sip of old wine to pour this kind of stupid words that are destined to be wrong as soon as they are said.

Over there, three riders are galloping.

It is still helping the ghosts and ghosts to fulfill all kinds of wishes, and Zeng Ye and Ma Duyi are in charge of the porridge shop and medicine shop, but Meiyang Country is still stable and does not do much.

The world is in chaos, the morals of the world are bad, and the common people are ignorant, panic-stricken, but helpless.

Chen Ping'an and the others encountered a strange thing by a stream in a wilderness. A group of strong men who fell into the grass turned into bandits, and they were frowning at a middle-aged Taoist lying on a boulder in the water.

A skinny, middle-aged Taoist who came from a sect of Taoism in the Zhuying Dynasty. Now he is a Taoist cultivator. He originally thought that the world was in chaos. As a Taoist priest, he should go down the mountain to help the common people. An expert, in the end, showed him a physiognomy, and said that he was a poor man who died young and lived a life of hunger and cold. The middle-aged Taoist was very sad, so he began to wait for death.

The group of horse thieves who fled into the country from the Shihao country had just done a business and got a lot of money. They parked their horses by the stream, saw such a strange person who was about to die, and almost killed the middle-aged Taoist with a knife. Unexpectedly, the Taoist was overjoyed and begged the man to move the knife faster, but the young horse thief murmured in his heart and dared not use the knife.The Taoist wanted to die, and taught those strong men who were used to robbing houses and houses, and said some things about retribution. There were still some, but it didn't make people feel evil, but the horse thieves, from the leader to the minion, looked at each other in shock, and in turn persuaded the middle-aged Taoist not to commit suicide.

So Chen Ping ran into such a scene.

The horse thieves no longer had the intention of killing people and stealing goods, not to mention that they didn't feel that the three cavalry were easy to bully, so they deliberately turned a blind eye.

On Chen Ping's side, it didn't matter, he stopped the horse to wash his nose, started the stove and cooked, and did what he had to do.

The middle-aged Taoist saw that the horse thief killed him but did not kill himself. With his body in the cave, he would die for a while but couldn't die, so he just lay on the stone and waited to die.

If the horse thieves were interested in those three people for their money, the middle-aged Taoist would of course stop them. They would treat it as a small accumulation of evil virtues before death, so that they can have a good pregnancy in the next life, at least live longer, and continue to practice Taoism.

Chen Pingan was squatting by the river with his rice bowl in his hands, and there was almost a dinner party over there.

A hot-tempered young horse thief caught a glimpse of Chen Pingan's gaze, glared at Chen Pingan and said, "Look at you, I've never seen a hero eat a meal."

The leader of a horse thief kindly went to the top of the stone and handed a bowl of rice to the middle-aged Taoist, saying that waiting for death is not a problem, it is better to eat enough, one day there will be thunder, go to the top of the mountain or stay under the tree, try Try to see if there is any possibility of being struck by lightning, then it will be settled and clean.When the middle-aged Taoist heard it, it seemed reasonable, so he wondered if he should go to the market to buy a big iron chain, but he still didn't take the bowl of rice, saying he wasn't hungry, and started chattering again, trying to persuade the horse thief to have such a kind heart, Why not just be a good person and stop being a horse thief. Now that the mountains are in chaos, it would be better to be a bodyguard.

The leader of the horse thief was a little moved, took his job, left the boulder in the river, and went back to join up with his brothers.

Chen Ping found it interesting.

After picking up the rice in the bowl, Chen Ping'an tiptoed and floated towards the boulder. Wearing a blue shirt with fluttering sleeves, he landed beside the middle-aged Taoist so gracefully.

The young horse thief almost spit out a mouthful of rice, but he was slapped on the head by the leader of the horse thief.

Chen Pingan sat cross-legged on the boulder, and said with a smile, "This Taoist priest, why do you want to die?"

The middle-aged Taoist is actually a kind person. He closed his eyes and said softly: "If you are destined to die, there is no hope for the road. What is the point of not dying?"

Chen Ping said with a smile: "Master Taoist, you know that Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism are highly respected for a serious scripture, well, it is the ancient book that is called the head of the group of scriptures. people escape one"

The middle-aged Taoist nodded, "The number of Dayan is fifty, and its use is nine out of forty. We say that one is born, two is born, and all things are derived."

Chen Pingan said: "When the demonic obstacle comes, it is especially difficult for a cultivator. Even if you have a million soldiers in your hands, it is difficult to retreat from the enemy in your heart."

The middle-aged Taoist sat up and sighed, "I understand the truth, but I'm just a mediocre cave man, so I don't dare to expect the Dao to be with me. Looking forward to the next life."

Chen Ping glanced at the horse thief in the mountain over there, nodded and said: "Indeed, it is easy to break the thief in the mountain, but difficult to break the thief in the heart. It's the same."

The middle-aged Taoist forced a smile, "I appreciate your kindness."

A bony middle-aged Taoist and a haggard young man met by chance in the mountains and rivers.

The two sides stopped at this point, and said goodbye, and there was no more verbal exchange.

The horse thief was relieved, especially the young horse thief, who felt that he had just circled the gate of hell.

Zeng Ye couldn't understand the middle-aged Taoist's thoughts, and when he left, he asked softly: "Mr. Chen, there are still people in the world who are really willing to wait for death."

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "On the way of practice, there are all kinds of strange things. If the Taoist follows the Buddhist teachings, he has to be himself before he can have a chance to drink. Otherwise, even if you are an eminent monk and a great virtue, you will not be able to knock him down. Becoming a Buddha right away will only make people feel dizzy and scream for pain. Well, you two, have you ever heard of a Buddhist koan? An eminent monk said that the heart is like a mirror stand, and it should be wiped frequently so as not to attract dust. In addition One said, there is nothing in the first place, so where does the dust come from? Do you think there is a difference between these two verses?"

Zeng Ye shook his head and said, "I don't understand these things."

Ma Duyi smiled and said, "Of course the latter is higher."

Chen Pingan sighed softly: "Buddhism's idea may be that the latter is higher, but the former is the ferry that the world's obsessed Han people can sit on. When a person who is self-ferrying, put down the bamboo wormwood in his hand, get up and go ashore, and finally get out of the boat." Only when you take the first step can you say that you have realized the latter. Gradual enlightenment is the foundation of sudden enlightenment. In fact, there is still a sequence here. Life is alive, and the mirror of the heart is dusty. If you don’t wipe it, it will accumulate dirt and become dim. A Buddha who is born to reach the other shore."

Chen Ping smiled and added: "Both verses are good and correct. The reason why I chatted with you about this is because I heard a scholar talk about Buddhism on the way when I visited Qingluan country, and I disdain the former. , only admiring the latter, plus a few miscellaneous books similar to literati’s pens, also like to hide derogatory meanings for the former, I think it’s not good.”

Ma Duyi smiled and said: "I seldom heard Mr. Chen talk about Buddhism before. It turns out that he has dabbled in it for a long time. Mr. Chen is really well-read, which I admire very much."

Ma Duyi made a grimace, "No, I can't even speak anymore."

Chen Ping smiled and said: "This shows that your flattering skills are not enough."

After three rides, I saw a famous scenic spot with a fairy spirit, it was a deep pool without an owner, in autumn, it was already as cold as a severe cold season, and there was a sentence inscribed on the stone wall that there is no evidence for local county records The vermilion cliff inscription, "The ancient wall is painted with gold and the tail is attached, and the rain worker rides into the autumn pool water". The three looked up, and there were indeed some painted traces on the wall. Any fish or shrimp.

Chen Ping'an retracted his gaze, stretched out his hands into the pool water, felt cool, and for no reason remembered the Ruan's shop built by the river in his hometown, because he fell in love with the gloomy water transport in the Longxu River. This deep pool is actually suitable for Tempering the sword edge, but for some reason there is no immortal sword cultivator here to practice Taoism.Chen Pingan suddenly withdrew his hands quickly. It turned out that the cold air in the water was not pure. It was mixed with a lot of evil spirits and filthy air, like a mess. Although it would not hurt the body immediately, it was a bit far away from the word "pure". It's far away, no wonder, this is a taboo for monks to practice swords.

Presumably there are stories here in the early years.

Probably like the Flying Eagle Fort and the upper balcony in Tongyezhou.

From then on, Chen Ping'an traveled far away to the country of Meijiao, walking through the countryside and county towns, there would be young children who were not used to seeing horses, and would walk into the depths of the reed flowers to hide.From time to time, you may also encounter seemingly ordinary traveling field repairs, as well as bustling wedding teams beating gongs and drums on the streets of the county town.After traveling thousands of miles, Chen Pingan and the others accidentally came across a ruins of a deserted mound overgrown with grass, and found an ancient sword that was buried in the tombstone and only had a hilt. It's a good spirit weapon, it's been a long time, it hasn't been warmed up, and it's on the verge of collapse. Ma Duyi wants to go along with it. Anyway, it's an ownerless thing. If you sharpen it and repair it, maybe you can sell it for a good one. price.It's just that Chen Pingan didn't agree, saying that this is a magical tool used by Taoist priests to suppress the geomantic omen of this place, so that they can suppress the evil spirits and hostility, so as not to spread around and become a disaster.

As a ghost, Ma Duyi couldn't see it, but he just didn't care, so he said with a smile: "Then draw out the ancient sword, if there is a demon appearing in the barren mound, let's just subdue the demon and get rid of the demon, get the spiritual weapon, and save it." Wouldn't it be the best of both worlds if you got merit and virtue?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "Old accounts, confused, how do you know that there are no hardships and twists and turns in it."

Ma Duyi complained a little, "Mr. Chen is good at everything, but it's too uncomfortable to do things."

Chen Ping smiled and said: "Children are weak, and they can smash rice bowls and porcelain, which is a kind of refreshing. Zeng Ye can do it, but the horse thief, Zeng Ye is different. You can kill as you like, and you can do it. Of course I prefer it." easy."

Chen Pingan said with emotion: "The gathering of people's hearts is a terrible thing. The ancient temple is lonely. If a person walks into it, burns incense and worships Buddha, he will feel awe, but if it is noisy and crowded with people, he may not be afraid. To put it more extreme, It’s impossible to cut gold leaf on the Buddha’s body, someone started it, and he did it.”

Riding through the mass graves, Chen Pingan suddenly looked back, and there was no one and no ghosts around.

Once he stopped his horse to rest by a deep mountain lake, and Zeng Ye picked up stones to float in the water. Ma Duyi chose a secluded place by himself, took off his boots, stretched himself into the cool water, stretched his waist, and smiled, just in time for a dragonfly to hover If you don't go, fly to Yu and scratch your head.

Ma Duyi stopped, wanting it to stay for a while longer.

In the distance, a young woodcutter with a bundle of firewood on his shoulders accidentally passed by, stopped, stared at her stupidly, and mistook her for a fairy. The young man admired her but felt ashamed.

Ma Duyi stretched out his hand to chase away the dragonfly, turned his head, and stretched out his hand to grab the fox fur on the sideburns, intending to pull it off suddenly to scare the dumbfounded country boy.

In the end, Chen Pingan threw a small stone and flicked off her finger.

Ma Duyi turned around in a fit of anger, his legs dangling, splashing countless water splashes.

The boy ran away quickly.

He didn't intend to tell his peers in the village that he met such a beautiful fairy sister by the lake, so he just kept it in his heart.

In a bustling county town, even Chen Pingan, who is not surprised at all, felt it was an eye-opener.

There was a drunken scholar who was running wildly, with no clothes covering his body, bare breasts, swaying steps, very heroic, let the book boy carry a bucket filled with ink, and the scholar used his head as a pen to "write" on the street.

There are servants at the end of the street, with buckets full of well water beside them, just waiting for their master to go crazy, so they can clean up the mess and clean up.

It's not a tiring job, but every time they are stared at, they really dare not speak out against that pedantic master,

When I asked the common people, it turned out that he was still a county lieutenant with fame and official status.

Chen Pingan led his horse and stopped on the side of the street. He saw the county captain sitting on the road exhausted. He turned his head and saw a young man who smelled of alcohol. His body was stained with wine and ink. He slapped the street hard and laughed loudly: "I respect the gods with calligraphy, dare to ask the gods if they have the courage to show me where the sages of one or two thousand years are, come, come, have a drink with me."

The young man suddenly wailed, "I once saw the princess fighting with the bearer in the capital, and occasionally got the true meaning of calligraphy. Goodbye, I saw the princess picking up flowers in the temple, and got the magic of calligraphy. Your Highness, take a look at the words I wrote for you. .”

Zeng Ye was stunned and said, "Mr. Chen, I can't read a single word of what this guy wrote."

Chen Pingan suppressed a smile, pointed to the street, and said softly: "It's cursive writing, writing boudoir grievance poems. As for the content of cursive writing, the sentence just finished is that the window screen is bright and the moon is shining through, and the autumn waves are swaying, drinking with the king." Drinking wine. Well, probably imagining the love poems he wrote for himself in the tone of the woman he likes. But these words are really well written, so good that they can’t be better. I have never seen such good cursive script, regular script I have seen masters in running script, and this is the first time I have seen cursive script of this level."

At the end, Chen Pingan said: "Don't think that the county captain is talking big and foolishly, his words are really magical, that is to say, the aura in this place is weak, and door gods and ghosts can't last forever, otherwise I really have to show up to see it." , and bow down to him."

Chen Pingan laughed suddenly, led the horse and strode forward, walked towards the drunken bookworm with hazy eyes, "go, buy copybooks with him, this deal is as much as you can buy, it's stable." Earning no compensation is infinitely better than you working hard to find leaks, but the premise is that we can live for 100 years or hundreds of years."

Zeng Ye and Ma Duyi looked at each other, thinking that Mr. Chen must also have lost his mind.

Chen Pingan came to the scholar who was lying on his back, and asked with a smile, "I have fine wine that is not inferior to that of a fairy, can I buy some words with you?"

The man's eyes were drunk, he shook his head, "please me"

Chen Ping smiled and nodded, "Please."

The man burst into mournful tears, "You are not Your Royal Highness, what do you beg me for? I want you to beg me. Go away. I won't sell you any words, not a single word."

Chen Pingan turned his head to look at Ma Duyi. When everyone's eyes shifted, he flicked his wrist and took out a pot of Shuijing Immortal Brew from Fengweidu. He let go of the horse's reins, opened the mud seal, and squatted down. Pass the jug to the scholar, "Whether you want to sell it or not, you have to drink my wine. If you still don't want it after drinking it, just treat it as my respect for this cursive script you wrote on the street."

The man sat up, took the jug, poured the wine with his head up, drank it in one breath, threw the empty jug, stood up unsteadily, and grabbed Chen Pingan's arm, "But there is still wine."

Chen Ping smiled and said, "There are still, but not much left."

The man happily said: "Go, go to that shabby government office, I will write for you, you can have as much as you want, as long as you have enough wine"

Ma Duyi rolled his eyes.

What about the backbone of a scholar?

Zeng Ye was a little happy, it was rare to see such a happy Mr. Chen.

When they arrived at the government office, the scholar pushed away the messy books on the desk, asked the book boy to fetch rice paper and spread it out, while grinding ink, Chen Pingan put down a pot of wine by the scholar's hand.

On the walls, there are wild cursive scripts that even scholars can't fully recognize after sobering up.

The scholar had finished drinking, hiccupped, and asked, "Tell me, what do you want me, a lunatic, to write for some good general? I don't want to know. What you want to write doesn't count. I can write whatever I want."

Falling paper creates clouds and smoke, and the house is full of shocks.

Scholars really write whatever they think of, and often write without numbers in one stroke, which makes Zeng Ye always feel that this deal is a loss.

In the end, a scholar with a good capacity for alcohol but not a good wine taste wrote more than a dozen copybooks of different sizes, passed away completely drunk, and fell to the ground.

Chen Ping spent a total of five pots of Shuijing Immortal Brewing, Laolongcheng Osmanthus Brewing and Shujian Lake Wuti Wine.

The reason why he can drink so much is not that there are so many scholars, but that he drank less than half of the pot and spilled most of it. In the eyes of Ma Duyi who is distressed, it is really wasteful.

Chen Pingan put away the copybooks and left the government office.

The three of them led the horses away, and Ma Duyi couldn't help asking: "The writing is good, I can tell, but is it really that good? Worth tens of thousands of taels of silver"

Chen Ping got the copybook, and he was very happy, as if he had drunk too much wine, and said with certainty: "If you don't believe it, just wait. When you come here again in the future, this street must have become famous all over the world. Thousands of years later , even if that scholar dies, the entire county will be honored and remembered by future generations."

Sanqi slowly left this small county town. At this moment, the common people in the county town only regard the pedantic county captain as a joke, but they don't know how envious the calligraphy masters of later generations, countless literati and inkmen, would envy them for being able to have the honor to kiss him personally. See that person's demeanor.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival this year, every household in Meiyang Country is still reunited with relatives.

It's just hard to say about Shihao Country.

Next year's Mid-Autumn Festival, the Plum Glazed Country might be the bleak situation of the Shihao Country today.

There are many spirits and monsters in the mountains and fields.

Another year, autumn goes and winter comes.

When Chen Pingan was about to finish his trip to the country of Meijiao, and when it was time to return to Shujian Lake, one day, when he saw a high cliff with his outstanding eyesight in a remote mountain with few people, there was a rag hanging upside down. The ragged old ape, covered in iron chains, sensed Chen Pingan's gaze. The old ape grinned ferociously, although he didn't growl, but the violent aura was shocking.

Near the old ape, there was another artificially dug grotto. When Chen Pingan looked over there, someone stood up and looked at Chen Pingan. It was a young monk with a haggard face. The monk clasped his hands together and silently salute.

Chen Ping also imitated the monks by bowing their heads together and returning the salute lightly.

Ma Duyi asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and did not speak.

It wasn't until he walked out of the mountain range that Chen Pingan said: "There is an eminent monk with great perseverance who subdued a rebellious ape whose heart demon manifested over there."

Ma Duyi clicked his tongue and said in amazement: "He was able to manifest the demons in his heart. Isn't this monk an earth immortal?"

Chen Pingan nodded, "It's an outsider."

On the other side of the grotto, the young monk sat cross-legged back on the futon, stood up again, and stepped out of the grotto, walking against the wind, flying in the air, and staring at the old ape who gradually calmed down. The eyes of the latter were so complicated. , sorrow, anger, hatred, prayer, pity, ridicule, and so on.

The monk turned his head and looked around, seemingly puzzled.

Why is my heart ape so strange today?

It had previously met Yujian or the Earth Immortal cultivator passing by Yufeng, but it never took a second look.

If the young monk realized something, he showed a smile, lowered his head and put his hands together again, and the Buddha sang, then returned to the grotto and continued to sit dry.

An old monk with an indifferent expression and lonely eyes appeared in the mass grave where the ancient sword was nailed into the tombstone. Under the ground, there was a gloomy atmosphere. The evil ghost in the root of the mountain was still intransigent, gathering evil energy, trying to rush out of the ground, but whenever a ghost floated up, sword energy would immediately rain down, and the ground would cry out.

Of course, the old monk was not afraid of these ghosts, he just frowned, and said to himself: "It's strange. I'm not afraid of the golden core aura intentionally exuded from me, but a young man who doesn't look like one."

It is rare to stay in a Xianjia inn.

Ma Duyi fell back on the soft quilt, his face full of intoxication, even if he endures hardships, he must enjoy happiness.

Zeng Ye didn't feel anything, and practiced alone in the house.

Chen Pingan and the Xianjia Inn asked for a copy of the Xianjia Mansion Newsletter, and there was also a quarrel in the court of the Meiyang Kingdom, but the quarrel was not about whether to stop the Dali Barbarian, but how to defend the territory.

One must know that this was the decision made by the monarchs and ministers of the Meiyang Kingdom under the precarious situation where the capital of the Shihao Kingdom had already been destroyed.

And the chaotic court of Shihao Kingdom finally ushered in a new emperor, Han Jingling, the vassal king with the reputation of "virtuous king", the father of Yellow Crane, the border general who did not lose a single soldier on the battlefield, In one fell swoop, he became the head of the military generals of the Shihao Kingdom, and Huang He, as the friend in need of the new emperor Han Jingling, also received the royal title, and became the servant of the Ministry of Rites. .

From the capital of the Shihao Kingdom to other places, there was an endless stream of civil servants and generals who went to die calmly, even if it was just a trivial matter such as posting door gods of other countries on the doorstep, they still refused to do it.

Some of the descendants of the family, who did not want to be killed by their masters, sneakily pasted the door gods of the ancestors of the two surnames Dali, Yuan and Cao. The door gods, even scolded them as unworthy descendants, ashamed of their ancestors.

All living beings are in various states, knowing the joys and sorrows.

In this brilliantly written Immortal Mansion newspaper, those trivial matters that were written as after-dinner chats, when they really fell on the heads of those sects, were life-and-death events, tragic events of family destruction and displacement.

Shujian Lake is more earth-shattering and more soul-stirring than the inconspicuous Shihao Kingdom.

Beginning this autumn, Su Gaoshan began to "settle accounts after autumn".

On the top of Shujian Lake, headed by Lisu Island, Huangli Island, Qingzhong Tianmu and other islands, they surrendered to the Dali Song Clan one after another, willing to hand over half of their family property and the significant genealogy of the Patriarch Hall.

Su Gaoshan set up a banquet at Fan's mansion in Chishui City, but only in his name, he dispatched a military general who was only from the third rank, and several monks with the army drawn from various military ranks to be in charge of showing up Hospitality pack.

Su Gaoshan is not even willing to give these little faces to those obediently clinging Shu Jianhu local snakes.

Chen Pingan was not surprised at all.

Earlier, he used the Qingxia Island Enshrining Plaque and the Peaceful Nothing Plaque to hand over a "name card" to the Dali Iron Cavalry, saying that he wanted to meet the general. In the end, Su Gaoshan's reply was very straightforward, and he heard that it was the general. There are only two words in his own words, "Get out".

Not to mention annoyed or aggrieved, Chen Pingan was just a little helpless.

As for Qingxia Island, which has lost Liu Zhimao's seat, it is not far behind. The forces headed by Sulin Island Tianhu Jun and Jindan Yuhui, and several Jindan monks who are enough to call the wind and rain in Shujian Lake, also sat in the pool at the banquet. Fan's mansion in the city, but the location is not the most front, not even as good as Tianmu Island.

This is Yamazawa Nooshu of Shujian Lake.

Dare to work hard and be able to admit defeat.The situation is good, you can be an ancestor, but the situation is not good, you can be a grandson.

Chen Ping guessed that there were also some monks on the island who were unwilling to give away half of their family property with both hands. However, the Dali Iron Cavalry and the monks accompanying the army should not be involved. He will help Su Gaoshan settle all the "little troubles". Where does General Su need to work hard, he is happy to give Su Gaoshan those heads and island belongings as gifts.

However, the key reason for Su Gaoshan’s knife-cut tofu in Shujian Lake, apart from the outstanding military exploits of his iron cavalry, and Shujian Hu Yexiu’s superficiality and good at adapting to the wind, is actually another great Li lord, Cao Ping. The overwhelming momentum is also very important. Of course, the most important thing is that Song Changjing, the prince of Dali Fan, is rumored to personally accompany a Song prince to inspect the border where Cao Ping's iron cavalry confronts the Zhuying Dynasty.

Chen Pingan put down the residence newspaper.

With his hands clasped around his sleeves, he fell into deep thought.

Liu Zhimao's life and death, there is no definite news.

According to common sense, Su Gaoshan would still win over big monks like Liu Zhimao who knew how to judge the situation. Moreover, Liu Zhimao was the first half of his family to join Dali.

The problem lies in the fact that the identities of the foreign monks in Gongliu Island who Liu Laocheng described as "unpleasant in appearance" are still unclear.

It seems that this group of people decided Liu Zhimao's life and death, honor and disgrace, and even Liu Laocheng could only admit it with a pinch of his nose, making it impossible for Su Gaoshan to add to his merits and win a handy man for Da Liduo. Nascent Soul is enshrined.

What a big start.

Chen Ping rubbed his brows.

Could it be that Tong Yezong, whose vitality was severely injured, gritted his teeth, became ruthless, and moved to Shujian Lake?

But this requires paying too much and too much price. The monks can migrate to other continents in a mighty way, but they can't take away the mountains and rivers that have been in operation for thousands of years in the territory of the Tongye Sect.

For the great migration involving the two continents, apart from the aura of the Heavenly Paradise, you can say something else, don't think about the rest.

And with such a big commotion, the Tongye Sect's heart is already distracted. During the migration process, the tigers and wolves will definitely bite the fat. Not soft.

Furthermore, cultivator Tong Yezong, with his eyes higher than the top, is used to being the leader of the Dazhou Immortal Family. He is really willing to go to the Little Aquarius Continent to take root, and may even give it to the Dali Song Clan of a secular dynasty to live under the fence.

If it is Fushi sect, it seems more reasonable.

But those group of monks' actions against Liu Zhimao, especially the "little scheme" against him, was unreasonable again.

Chen Ping stood up and went to the window. This fairy inn was built on the bank of the big river, with a wide view. The scene outside the window, the river is surging, boats come and go, falling in the field of vision, as small as corn.

The water network in Meiyang country is intertwined and the rivers are widely distributed. This is probably one of the reasons for the daring battle in the temple.

On the surface of the river, there are long stretches of warships slowly going upstream, but the water surface is vast, even if the flags are surrounded by tens of thousands of people, the giant warships are still light.

Chen Ping'an lay on the window sill.

Zeng Ye and Ma Duyi came together, saying that they wanted to visit the water temple on the Chunhua River. It is said that making wishes is very effective, and that water god master also likes to tease ordinary masters.

Chen Pingan didn't have this interest, so he asked them to visit the temple by themselves, but reminded Ma Duyi that after entering the temple grounds, after all, it was a ghost wearing fox fur, so he had to make a confession first, and express his intention with the Water God Temple first, otherwise the For example, if you offend and collide with a local god of mountains and rivers, and there is a conflict, you don’t take it for granted. Then he can only apologize and apologise. He Chen Ping'an head.Ma Duyi smiled and said yes, after traveling so far in the rivers and lakes, Mr. Chen still needs to talk about this little rule.

Chen Pingan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

You and Zeng Ye have only traveled so far across the territory of two vassal states.

But Chen Pingan didn't say these things, he just waved his hand to signal them to go out and play.Otherwise, it would be necessary to stab Ma Duyi with a few more words.

It's just that when Zeng Ye closed the door, Chen Pingan took off the Yangjian Gourd and threw it to Zeng Ye, saying it was just in case.

Zeng Ye was naturally overjoyed, but as soon as the door was closed, Ma Duyi snatched it away and hung it on her waist.

There was no way.

Chen Ping smiled knowingly.

Men give way to some women, the strong give way to the weak, and at the same time, it is not the kind of condescending gesture of charity, isn't it just a matter of course?

Only in this way of life can things be corrected slowly and slowly.

All kinds of principles and knowledge need to fall back to the order.

Just walk a little more, and you'll get that far.

Think about it, think about it so much.

Chen Pingan, who was a little tired and a little relaxed, just lay on the window sill, closed his eyes, and dozed off.

My hometown is where my heart is at ease.

Where in my hometown can't sleep.

In the Chunhua River Water God Temple tens of miles away, an old man lying on the beam of the temple hall and eating chicken legs, with apricot blossoms on his head and wearing embroidered clothes, was very funny. He didn't throw the greasy chicken legs on the heads of the pilgrims in the temple. This aquarium spirit was born in a strange way. He was lucky enough to be appointed by a gentleman of the Guanhu Academy, so he was able to sculpt a golden body and become the god of Jiangshui who enjoys the incense in the world. One rose into the air, his body turned into a void, and passed through the roof of the hall. The old water god looked around, very flustered, bowed and bowed in all directions, and said tremblingly: "Which saint is coming, the little god is terrified, terrified."

And that "culprit".

I'm taking a break from my busy schedule and taking a nap.

Morality is in charge, all evils are warded off, and gods give way.