Sword comes

Chapter 493 Mountains and waters, bright moon 1 round

The man who had been sleeping soundly in the depression of the rocky cliff earlier shook his sleeves casually, and the mountain water fell into the water like snow-white beads, and asked with a smile: "Young master, this is the end of the matter, what should we say?"

Chen Pingan said: "I don't have much money, so I won't compete with you."

The man looked overjoyed, nodded and said: "Then I will accept your favor."

The Xishan old fox was not happy anymore, he poked the ground heavily with his wooden stick, then stretched out two spread fingers, which happened to point at Chen Pingan and the ragged man respectively, "The old man said, whoever has money will be my son-in-law, no It's easy to say that you, a young man wearing a hat, are rich and generous. I tried to test your character again and again, but I passed it to you. This is the end of the matter, and there is no raw rice to cook. You cherish"

"If my daughter follows you, she will probably have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of her life. Wearing gold and silver, maybe she will be more like a rich lady than those female officials under Fan Yunluo in the skinny city. As for the beggar, here Drinking the northwest wind for several months, what kind of bird is it? The old man’s heart is like a mirror. The world is not as loud as him. It’s impossible. My daughter is born to enjoy life. I won't just watch my precious daughter jump into the fire pit"

Chen Ping'an has opened his eyes. Over the years, he has traveled around the world. He has seen mountain gods marry, fox charms seducing scholars, and city gods taking concubines, but he has never seen such a random marriage.

The unremarkable ragged man said helplessly: "My father-in-law, I don't have any money, not even a single snowflake, so my son-in-law can't lie to you. But before I came to this ghost valley, I actually did a big business. As a last resort, an arsenal close at hand, together with the immortal money and many magic weapons inside, were sold at a discounted price, but I am not poor."

The old fox was furious, knocked on the ground several times with his stick, and said in a hoarse voice: "Cheat me again and get out of your mother, the old man has dog eyes, only recognizes money"

Chen Pingan took out a handful of snowflake money, "I only have so much fairy money on me."

The old fox of Xishan said sickly: "You son-in-law speaks in a roundabout way, surrounded by clouds and mists. I'm not sure if it's true or not, but it doesn't matter. It's better than that beggar. The son-in-law is you. After that, our Xishan fox clan will spread branches and leaves. It's all up to you, son-in-law. While you're young and strong, try your best. By the way, my daughter's name is Wei Taizhen. Family, remember to take care of this little brother-in-law in the future, and we will leave the ghost valley together in the future, and if you have the opportunity to help him marry seventeen or eight fairy girls."

But Chen Pingan reached out to the man.

The man smiled knowingly: "You can lend me these fairy money, it's even better to give it to me. In this way, I will have money."

The old fox's eyeballs are rolling around. It must not be the helper invited by the beggar to abduct his daughter

The girl hiding behind the small green umbrella asked timidly, "My lord, I just want to ask one thing, have you ever seen a golden hairpin under the water?"

Chen Ping shook his head and said frankly: "I never saw it."

The girl sighed faintly, got up slowly, her figure was graceful, she still kept her face down deep in the green umbrella, it was a cute little umbrella like its owner, with a hole the size of a pebble, it was a bit disturbing, the girl's voice was actually cold and clear, but natural She has a charming charm, which is probably the natal supernatural power of foxes in the world, "Young master, don't blame my father, just listen to it as a joke."

The girl tugged at the old fox's sleeve, and said softly, "Father, let's go."

The old man took a hard look at the young man wearing a bamboo hat, and looked more and more like a liar, and snorted coldly, "Marriage is not a joke, let's discuss it later."

The old fox of Xishan left in a hurry with the girl holding the umbrella.

Due to the messy footsteps, the emerald green gourd that was tied to the wooden staff was dangling endlessly.

As soon as the two old and young fox spirits left, the mountain stream quickly returned to silence.

The birds are gone, the mountains and rivers are quiet, and there is actually a lifeless silence in the tranquility.

Chen Pingan put away the snowflake money into his sleeve.

The man smiled and said, "I, Yang Chongxuan, owe you half a favor."

Chen Pingan shook his head, "You don't have to be so polite. I just think that one more thing is worse than one less thing."

The man didn't say anything more, he was probably exhausted from hunger, so he found a slightly flat rocky cliff and lay down in a daze.

Chen Pingan took off his bamboo hat and stared at the lights in the mountain stream like fireflies on a summer night.

Now that we have come to Baojing Mountain, of course, we are still rushing to come by chance and magic weapon. Although the hope is not great, but it depends on human effort. There are indeed fortunes and windfalls that come just lying down, but they are very few in the end. More It is still the way to make money in wild cultivation, swallows carry mud, ants move house, once you are lucky enough to meet a real opportunity to practice Taoism, it is also a crisis and a blessing, you need to be cautious, and you may have to risk your life.

Just like the pair of Taoist couples from the Lower Five Realms who should be in the Naiheguan Bazaar now, they searched and searched until Wuya Ridge. After a lot of hard work, in fact, they didn't earn a single snowflake.

If they go to Qinglu Town in the north, they might both perish, worthy of their status as Taoist couples, and become a pair of desperate mandarin ducks.

As for the name "Yang Chongxuan", Chen Ping'an went through it in his mind, but he didn't have any memory. There was no record in Xinxinji, so he just wrote it down for the time being.

It should not be the heroic city lord who is like a local god in Ghost Valley, or some powerful ghost in Baicage City who listens to the tune and doesn't listen to the announcement.

It must be a strange person who came here to practice.

As for cultivation, it should not be underestimated.

Because Chen Pingan couldn't see his roots and depth at all.

Like the black-robed old man who walked through the archway together before, Chen Pingan still guessed that it was an Earth Immortal Sword Cultivator who was at least at the Golden Core level.

Of course, it is more likely that Yang Chongxuan is simply a pseudonym.

Chen Pingan's fear of Puzhen in White Cage City was more due to the fact that the other party's cultivation base was too high.

But for some reason, this Yang Chongxuan brought more danger to Chen Pingan than Pu Xuan.

This is absolutely not because Yang Chongxuan's realm is higher than that of Pu Xuan, who is at the peak of Yuanying.

Even though Chen Pingan couldn't see through the depth of this person, he vaguely felt that Yang Chongxuan was "a little less interesting" than Pu Tien, who seemed to be one with heaven and earth. On the way of practice, this point is often a natural barrier.

The man who claimed to be Yang Chongxuan was lying on the opposite bank, with his legs crossed, and said with a smile: "If you come here for the greatest opportunity of Baojing Mountain, I advise you to forget it. I also advise you to stop watching the water and looking for treasures. At a certain moment, your soul will suddenly tremble unceasingly, involuntarily, unsteadily, the soul leaves the body, like water flowing into the mountain stream, and it is difficult to take it back. I will only be unaware of it. Tell you these secrets about Baojing Mountain eating people's souls quietly, and I will pay off the half of the favor I owed you earlier."

This mountain stream was born from a precious mirror falling to the ground, which is the intentional bluffing statement of the Pi Ma Zong's Anthology. It is said that ordinary monks who go to the mountains to search for treasures can easily end up in the same way as those birds, beasts, and skeletons at the bottom of the water. After entering reincarnation, even if one can be reincarnated and continue to be a human being, it is a taboo for Qi practitioners to have a broken soul.

"As for why I can practice here, I naturally came prepared."

Yang Chongxuan half-spoken, and if he talked too much, the other party probably became suspicious instead. He dangled one leg and said lazily: "I'm an unpredictable person, and I like to learn a little bit, miscellaneous but not refined."

Chen Pingan looked away after hearing the words, and put on the hat again.

I plan to leave Baojing Mountain at this point.

The treasures of heaven, materials and earth that came into being, and the exotic flowers and plants in the secret place of fairy mountains, are obtained in a proper way and skillfully obtained. Both are indispensable.

Where is the person, what is the solar term, what method is used, and what secret treasure is carried to carry it, all of which are interlocking.

A high realm is far from enough to determine everything.

There is a clear record in the collection of peace of mind that the city lord of Xianci City is bound to win the opportunity of Baojing Mountain, but after a hundred years of hard work, he still can't crack it. More than a thousand Yins who made friends with the three cities, and then borrowed a group of talisman warriors from Puzhen, the white cage city, to open up peaks and move mountains, trying to move Baojing Mountain away directly, and move the entire mountain to Xian. Ancestral Temple City, but countless manpower and material resources were consumed, but in the end it was still nothing to fetch water from a bamboo basket.

This shows how elusive the fate of Baojing Mountain is.

If you want to get the "right eye" of the picture of the heavenly official and goddess in the mural city, you can only rely on your life.

And if he wants to take away the precious mirror, he doesn't even know what to rely on, neither does Pi Ma Zong, nor Ghost Mystery Valley.

It's just that Chen Pingan quickly changed his mind, so he should give it a try.

Some deep-rooted old ideas need to be changed.

You can't always feel that you can't seize additional opportunities.

The old fox from Xishan walked down Baojing Mountain, holding a stick in one hand and twisting his beard in the other, sighing all the way.

The girl was a little absent-minded.

The old man suddenly asked: "It's too true, why don't you just marry that cunt of the Ghost Commander of the Three Dou City? With a bony skeleton and no flesh, he was born fairly neatly, and in our place, it is no exaggeration to say that he is a handsome young man."

The girl frowns.

The old man said helplessly: "Yes, the Taoist Yunyou said back then that your marriage, Ruyi Langjun, must be someone who can see the golden hairpin in the deep stream, but how many years have passed, 200 years and 300 years have been left outside the ghost valley In the market, at your age, grandsons of grandsons should all marry wives and have children."

The girl was so bored, she gently twisted the small green umbrella with a hole in it, turned her head to look at the halfway up Baojing Mountain, and murmured: "Father, don't rush your daughter, wait a little longer, at most a hundred years , if you can't wait, the daughter will marry when she is married."

The old man lamented, "Then you must marry a rich family. It is best not to be too ghostly, and you must be filial. You, get married, don't really become the water that gets thrown out, whether dad can live a comfortable life for the rest of his life depends on you and his future son-in-law."

The girl hesitated for a moment, then suddenly asked: "Father, it's really like what the handsome ghost of the Sandou City said, if my daughter marries him, the Lord of the Sandou City can help you build a shrine in Baojing Mountain, and eat incense there the water god"

The old man sneered and said, "You can't believe people's words, not to mention such nonsense. The gods of mountains and rivers in the ghost valley are so precious. You don't know that there are so many city lords in the north and south. There are only a few of them. A golden body and a mountain god, those are things that I dare not expect extravagantly. The rules of the Confucian sages are so strict that no one dares to disobey them. But one water god is still a bit of a spectacle. Unfortunately, my father knows his own weight, so he doesn't have that fate. .The little bit of water magic and immortality in the fragmented cheat book that dad practiced, secretly drinking some magic mirror and mountain water luck, and relying on stupid methods to increase his cultivation level little by little, is already the ultimate."

The girl smiled sweetly, "Father, you are afraid that to become a god, you must suffer the pain of burning your bones and frying your soul?"

The old man is also thick-skinned, "That's natural. Whether it's the living or the dead, or us mountain spirits, all of us go through this life in order to enjoy happiness. Why is it relatively simple for the heroic spirit of the dynasty to become a god?" It's because of the protection of the fate of the country, merits and virtues, and ghosts and ghosts becoming gods, why are they so dangerous? Isn't it far away from the secular world, can't save evil virtues, and credits with the gods? Dad is in this valley of ghosts. I only saw him a few times in my life. A living person has a fart's sinister virtue, not to mention that when he sees one, he will be entrapped to death, cheating so many Qi practitioners to go to the mountain stream to watch the water, causing them to lose their souls. For hundreds of years, father, every time when Qingming comes Just go around Baojing Mountain, pinching earth and burning incense again and again, you think it's fun, this is in my heart, I feel guilty."

The old man stomped his feet for no reason, and said angrily: "Girl, you look so fresh, why do those city lords look down on you? Otherwise, let alone a sparrow turned into a phoenix, you become the original wife of a certain city lord, and you are a favored little girl." Concubine, daddy and your worthless younger brother should be on their way to success. Why do you need to nest in this innocuous Baojing Mountain, stare at each other, and wait for death? Earlier, I was clamoring to marry you to the eight-carrying sedan chair, but why have you been sober-minded all these years, and you are no longer tempted?"

The girl looked innocent.

Whether others like you or not, you can force it

She has beautiful eyes.

The old fox sighed unceasingly, the Xishan fox clan was withering day by day, with few heads left.

I heard that there is a place in Aquarius Continent where the fox family is prosperous, but the old fox firmly believes that even if his daughter goes there, she will still be the stunning beauty of Yanjia.

On the white jade square at the gate of the city lord's mansion in Skinny City, it is as shining as a mirror, and the light can shine on people.

A girl clenched her fists and put them on her chest. She wrinkled her face and pouted her lips. Facing the dilapidated carriage, she wanted to cry but had no tears.

Lost to grandma's house.

After the skinny city lord escaped from birth twice in a row, he was not at all lucky, only sad.

For the first time, she actually admitted that her skills were not as good as others. This is a common occurrence in Ghost God Valley. Many city owners with infinite glory in history are not as good as her today. Horses are worse than chickens and dogs, and chickens and dogs dare to crow and bark at passers-by.Those big ghosts who used to be city lords, do they dare now?

But the second time, it seemed to be calm and breezy, with no smell of blood at all, but it was what worried Fan Yunluo the most.

The favor owed to the famous "Bone Sword Immortal" in Guixu Valley has always been repaid.

There are no exceptions.

Fan Yunluo sniffled, wiped her face, and walked around the baby carriage, touching here and there, feeling very distressed.

If you want to restore it as new, you don't have to spend a lot of Xiaoshu money.How hard is it to earn some fresh fairy money in Ghost Mystery Valley without moving your family?

Suddenly, Fan Yunluo hit the chariot with her forehead and there was a bang.

She howled vigorously.

Seeing the old woman who was lucky enough to return to the city alive, she felt more and more guilty.At that time in Crow Ridge, she fled with those skinny female ghosts in palace costumes. Some of them had bad luck, and the house leaked and rained overnight. She took her away with her subordinates, she hid quickly, and afterwards gathered a few skinny city female officials, which was a small repair, but now seeing the appearance of the city lord, the old woman felt a little heartbroken, seeing the city lord's posture, should Wouldn't it be that she was asked to spend her private money to repair this treasure chariot?

For a while, the old woman had the idea of ​​changing to another city.

In the ghost valley, the big fish eat the small fish, the small fish eat dried shrimps, and the dried shrimps at the bottom can only eat mud.

Once there is a situation of losing troops and losing generals, the consequences will be unimaginable, and it will easily attract the covetousness of surrounding forces. Once several forces secretly form an alliance and swarm up, the skinny city is doomed to be torn apart.

Here, as long as it is a fight, the most taboo is stalemate, or kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred, because often bigger forces take advantage of it, and the two sides who kill the life and the death, if they make wedding clothes for others, why bother? Come on.However, once a certain city in the Ghost Valley decides to attack, it is likely that after all kinds of weighing, the prey is settled, so it is often killed with one blow, and it is sure to be sure.

Although Fan Yunluo is a Jindan cultivator, the skinny city still seems weak, so Fan Yunluo likes to play tricks the most. For example, she half-covered and revealed to the outside world that she has a good relationship with the Pima sect and recognized a Pima sect garrison The Patriarch Hall in Qinglu Town has passed down monks as righteous brothers, but the old woman knows all about it. Nonsense, if the other party is willing to nod, let alone a righteous brother who meets with the same generation, he will recognize him as a godfather, or even an old ancestor, Fan Yunluo all willing.Fortunately, that monk devoted himself to asking questions and did not ask about worldly affairs. In the Pima Sect, like Yang Lin in the mural city, he was the favored son of heaven who had a bright future, and he was too lazy to care about such dirty thoughts with the skinny city.

Their Skinny City was originally the lowest power among the cities in the south of Ghost Valley, and the group of female ghosts brought to Wuya Ridge were all confidantes under Fan Yunluo's hands. This trip really hurt the foundation of Skinny City .

The white lady has been seriously injured, ranging from six years old to a hundred years old, she can only lie half dead in that pool, a loss of fighting power is nothing, this white lady is not good at fighting, But she is the concubine secretly raised by the Lord of Fenlang City. This is a well-known fact in the south of Ghost Valley, and it is not a secret. The wife of the Lord of the City is not only a Taoist partner with the Lord, she is also in charge of the real affairs. Because of the matter of Bai Niangniang, Fen Langcheng has always looked at Skinny City as extremely unpleasant.

The old woman lowered her head slightly, her face was cloudy and uncertain, so she thought that if she didn't do anything, it would be better to steal the central magic weapon of the city's protective formation and cast it on the lady of Fenlang City.

As long as Fen Lang City eats Fu Ni City, maybe the next Fu Ni City City Lord can be his own.

Ghost Mystery Valley, there are 36 large and small cities in the north and south. They have always been city lords of flowing water.

This is an unwritten rule of Guishen Valley. It is said that it was passed down from the city of Baigu Jingguan. To the point of destroying the city into ruins, unless you have the background and capital, within ten years, rebuild a city on the ruins.Otherwise, when ten years come, the gods and ghost commanders in Jingguan City will lead their troops to the south. That is the real chicken and dog.

The old woman was hesitant. Although she was more inclined to betray the skinny city and the unattractive Fan Yunluo, she still had some troubles. Such a dirty thing like a seller asking for glory was not very pleasing in Ghost Mystery Valley after all. It will also crowd out the meritorious veterans and take the opportunity to make trouble.

The only hope is that Mrs. Fenlangcheng, since she is also a woman, will not care about these loyal and unfaithful people.

Fan Yunluo suddenly stopped that crazy movement, turned to the old woman, and said pitifully: "The surname Pu in Bailong City, after saving me, said that there will be a double tribute this year. Mother Chang, what do you say?" How can this be good? We have so few disabled soldiers and defeated generals in Skinny City, where can we find magic weapons that can stand on the table and enter the White Cage City's eyes?"

The old woman's heart trembled, and she said with a smile: "City Master, this is a blessing in misfortune. It's a good thing. Since Pu Da City Master has opened Jinkou, we don't have to worry about any thieves thinking about it for at least a hundred years."

Fan Yunluo's immature face was still clouded with gloom, "But Skinny City can't make ends meet, and every time I have to empty out my family's wealth, I'll hold on for a hundred years, and it's better to die late."

The old woman had no choice but to squeeze out a smiling face and comforted her: "The city owner does not need to be discouraged. A hundred years is not long or short. As long as the times come and go once or twice, our skinny city will change and become the first class in the south." At that time, the city lord will not only look at the faces of Xiangci City and Fenlang City, but the city lord of Pu will rely on the city lord."

Fan Yunluo nodded.

She stretched out her fingers like a kitten to wipe her face, scratched the corners of her eyes, and said doubtfully, "I'm so heartbroken, why don't I have a few tears, it's a bit outrageous."

The old woman was speechless.

With a big wave of Fan Yunluo's hand, she put the chariot into her big sleeves, walked towards the gate of the mansion, and shouted: "I'm going to make a straw man and stab that bastard wearing a bamboo hat to death!"

The old woman followed behind, her thoughts changed sharply.

Are the words of the city lord beating himself or are he speaking unintentionally?

Fan Yunluo kept walking, and suddenly turned her head and asked, "By the way, what's the name of that person?"

The old woman said awkwardly: "The other party seems to have no self-registration number."

Fan Yunluo stopped and was stupefied. Suddenly, she waved her sleeves and stomped her feet. She said in great distress, "I can't even tie my best straw man."

The old woman was helpless.

How many little grass figurines have been piled up in the boudoir in the city lord's mansion, and which one will work?

Fan Yunluo was short in stature and her dress was big, walking between the mansions, she actually looked like a walking carrot.

On the other side of the deep stream of Baojing Mountain, Chen Pingan, who made up his mind, used many methods, such as taking out a fishing rod from Zizhu Island in Shujian Lake. , and then threw the fishhook into the water, trying to hook up a few pairs of crystal white bones from the bottom of the water, or hook those broken instruments emitting a faint golden light, and then drag them out of the ravine, but Chen Pingan tried a few times and was surprised. I found that the scene at the bottom of the lake was like a mirage, just a phantom. Every time I lifted the pole, it was empty.

Chen Pingan still didn't believe in evil, and tried several methods, but he still couldn't get anything out of the bottom of the water.I think it may be that this deep stream bred the aura of heaven and earth, forming a barrier similar to the landscape formation, and finally twisted out a piece of barrier-breaking talisman of yellow talisman paper to clear the way, quickly threw it into the water, and then followed the path with a pole Breaking into the bottom of the water, it's just that the talismans burned extremely fast in the gloomy water of the water transport, and they still returned without success.

Chen Ping'an squatted by the water, feeling a little distressed about the barrier-breaking talisman.

Yang Chongxuan lay on the snow-white rocky cliff on the opposite bank, and said with a smile: "Don't talk about your fancy tricks, how many immortal monks in history have used all their magic weapons, and even a monk borrowed a priceless drinking water bottle, which wasted a lot of spiritual energy. , using supernatural powers, draw countless water from this stream, the water in the drinking bottle is enough to submerge a great dynasty city, but still haven't taken anything out from this stream, a deal, a bad loss, do you know the reason?"

Chen Ping smiled and said, "I still hope Fellow Daoist Yang will clear up the confusion."

Traveling abroad, calling people fellow Taoists, the least mistakes will be made.

Yang Chongxuan folded his hands as a pillow, basked in the sun, squinted his eyes and looked up at the sky, and said slowly: "There are many hills, and I like to let the female cultivators with beautiful faces and beautiful appearances use the magic of the mirror, the water, and the moon as a means of making money. The male monks in the world look at the bowl. Water, in the water curtain, all kinds of fairies are close at hand, as if they are within reach, but how far is the real distance, and how long is your fishing line?

Chen Ping suddenly said: "So that's the case. It seems that I was thinking too much."

Yang Chongxuan said: "Extraordinary treasures in the world, unless they are the ones that have just appeared in the world, can barely be regarded as a share of those who have seen them. As for this Baojing Mountain, it has been visited by countless monks for thousands of years. There is no luck. How can it be so easy to get it in the bag? I have been here for so many years, and I just waited for it, so you don’t have to feel ashamed. I used all the more ridiculous methods back then, and jumped directly into the deep ravine. To find the bottom, it turned out that it was easy to go down, but difficult to go back. After swimming for a full month, I almost drowned in it."

Chen Pingan sincerely praised: "Yang Daoyou has a high level of cultivation."

Yang Chongxuan sighed, "Let's do it. The city lord of Jingguan City is said to have been exploring the water for a year, but he still couldn't find the gold hairpin that opened the door. It’s a big deal, but even if I die as a ghost, I believe it will still last less than a year.”

Chen Pingan asked curiously: "The water in this mountain stream is full of yin energy after all. If you find a suitable buyer outside the ghost valley, you may be able to sell it for a few catties of water. With so much mountain water stored in the bottle, why not make a lot of money, but lose money instead?"

Yang Chongxuan said with a smile: "When this water leaves the boundary of Baojing Mountain, the cloudy air will dissipate very quickly. Unless it is hidden in an object within close proximity, otherwise once too much water is stolen from the mountain stream and it goes outside, it will be like a flood bursting an embankment. A fifth-level cultivator accidentally took the drinking water bottle of the magic treasure out of the nearby objects after arriving at the bone beach. The drinking water bottle with too much water could not withstand the impact of Yin Qi and burst on the spot. Fortunately, it is on the Bone Beach, not far from the Swaying River, if it is elsewhere, this guy might be held accountable by the Saints of the Academy."

Yang Chongxuan said with a smile: "It is not difficult to sell ten catties of unrefined mountain water for a snowflake on the bone beach. The rank of utensils should not be too high, because if it is too high, it will easily cause bad things, if it is too low, it will take up too much space. Under the earth immortal, I dare not come here to fetch water. As an earth immortal, how can I care about these few snowflakes."

Chen Pingan took off the Yangjian gourd, put it into the mountain stream, and filled the gourd with water.

After all, I am a half-hearted qi trainer who opened up the water mansion. When I paid for the gloomy tea from the swaying riverside tea stand, I also considered to make up for the water vapor. mirror mountain.

However, before leaving Guishen Valley, you can indeed take another trip to Baojing Mountain. The legendary drinking water bottle is not extravagant. Doing business with the shopkeeper of the tea stall is also a considerable income.

Yang Chongxuan just glanced at the "vermilion jug" in Chen Pingan's hand, slightly surprised, but not too concerned.

"Thank you for your words, fellow daoist."

Chen Pingan stood up, clasped his fists and said, "Since Baojing Mountain is destined to never be with me, Fellow Daoist Yang, please leave."

Yang Chongxuan sat up, seemingly surprised, "Let's go now"

Chen Ping nodded and put on the hat.

Yang Chongxuan lay back on the rocky cliff, and began to close his eyes to rest his mind. After a while, he opened his eyes, "If you really left, should you say that you acted decisively, or that you didn't have the slightest patience?"

The person who put away the bamboo pole before clearly used a square inch, and did not deliberately cover it up.

It's like he stretched his feet into the water generously, which is actually a small gesture of goodwill.

In Beiju Luzhou, if you want to fight less, you have to learn how to reveal your wealth.

Otherwise, there are many ants with little ability and bad temper. You run over each other to death with your toes, but they are still cursing and spitting at you until they die. After encountering a lot of things, "Yang Chongxuan" felt more and more tired and crooked, and it was really boring, so he gradually changed his temper and became more "friendly to others". The former self, the old fox died not a hundred times, but at least eighty times.

After the young ranger left Baojing Mountain, Yang Chongxuan was also in a slightly better mood.

The other party had something to say, which really touched his heart.

The less trouble, the better.

What's more, the present is a critical period for Yang Chongxuan to gain opportunities.

He sat up, squinted his eyes, and stared at the deep stream that seemed to be seen through at a glance.

This treasure mirror, rest assured that the speculation on Jiji is wrong, it is not a bright mirror at all, it is definitely not a treasure mirror for demons and ghosts, but a long-lost Three Mountains and Nine Marquis Realm.

It is also a half-celestial soldier.

Chen Ping'an has been far away from Baojing Mountain.

In order to take this trip to Baojing Mountain, Chen Ping'an has deviated quite a lot from the route of Qinglu Town.

It seems that such a thing as luck is really not suitable for me.

If it was Lutai, or Li Huai, it would be hard to say.

After leaving Baojing Mountain, Chen Pingan still chose the high mountains and gradually moved closer to Qinglu Town. The Jindan Yinling and the ghosts under his command did not show up for a long time, which is also reasonable. Some chased and killed their superiors without deliberately hiding their strength. The Fucheng side headed by Jindan, Fan Yunluo, was defeated like a mountain. I believe that the group of "horse thieves" who can roam in the ghost valley for many years will not take the initiative to make trouble coming.

On the way to the north, the mountains and rivers were unobstructed. Many ghosts and spirits that might cause the death of a middle-level five-level monk were mostly cautious. They glanced at Chen Pingan from a distance and retreated to the forest lair.

For example, the giant python and spider spirit on the chain bridge, as for the Taoist couple, maybe they only need to meet each other, and they don't need to risk crossing the bridge, it will be a fatal disaster.

At dusk that day, Chen Pingan took a rest in a peach grove.

Peach forests are naturally weird, and there is no reason why peach blossoms are still in full bloom in winter.

It's just that Chen Ping's trip to the Ghost Valley with a sword in his hand is not afraid of all kinds of strange things, but that there are no strange things.

Previously, outside the Taolin, there was a stone tablet of different heights, like a pair of neighbors who were fighting with each other, with seals engraved with Da Yueyuan Temple and Xiao Xuandu Temple respectively.

If it weren't for the small characters before "Xuandu Guan", Chen Ping would not have walked into the Taolin even if he was killed.

Because the real Xuandu Temple is an important place in Qingming Tianxia for a fairy family who dared not submit to the control of the three masters.

It is rumored that the only time Dao Er Er used that fairy sword in his own world after becoming the head teacher of the first line was in Xuandu Temple.

Although it is confirmed that the Xiaoxuandu Temple written on the stone tablet is by no means the Taoist holy land so famous that it is so famous in the world, but before Chen Pingan entered the forest, he stepped on the flying sword and took off to look down. There should be no temples or Taoist buildings in the vast peach forest of no less than a thousand acres.

There is no record of this peach forest in the An Xin Collection of the Pima Sect.

Presumably there are no evil ghosts or monsters.

Chen Ping found that there was not even half a dead branch of peach trees around, and there was only an exaggerated shade on the top of his head. The fragrance of peach blossoms was no longer pleasant.

Chen Pingan took off his bamboo hat, sat cross-legged, twisted out a yang energy lighting talisman from his sleeve with two fingers, rubbed it lightly, and the talisman burned slowly, at the same speed as the burning speed on the road in Ghost Valley. The air is really average.It's just that the fragrance of the peach forest is a little too much.Chen Pingan let go of his two fingers, bent down and put the talisman paper in front of him, and then began to practice the sword furnace stake, circulating that pure qi, swimming around the qi palace like a fire dragon, just to prevent the fragrance from here from invading the body, but don't Capsized in the gutter.

Under the ground, there was a burst of female laughter like a silver bell.

Chen Ping's arrangement was ignored.

The laughter gradually stopped, and changed to charming words, "This handsome and handsome little man, come into my pink tent, smell the fragrance of my hair, and have a lot of good luck. If I were you, I would never leave again, just stay here , life after life."

Chen Pingan opened his eyes and looked intently. A layer of water mist was rippling and transpiring on the ground, but it didn't rise up, only dangling around a foot below the height.

Chen Pingan was a little surprised, "Why did Pimazong deliberately ignore the existence of your peach charm?"

The whole peach forest began to sway slowly, like beauties in pink skirts dancing there.

It seems that the tens of thousands of peach trees are really her hair.

Chen Pingan found the scene in his vision and began to shake slightly.

She didn't know where she was hiding in the ground, she couldn't stop smiling coquettishly, and her seductive voice came out of the ground, "Of course the monks of the Pima sect are afraid of me, what else can I do? A good match."

After a while, she suddenly restrained her smile, and asked, "Hey, how can you not move your body and mind? Are you a monk with an unshaved head and no robes?"

Chen Pingan laughed and said, "If you keep pretending to be a ghost, I will cut down all the peach trees and treat it as sword practice, and I will make you a nun."

Instead of being angry, she smiled, and said happily: "Okay, okay, I am waiting for Xiao Langjun's fairy swordsmanship."

Chen Ping looked up.

A small Taoist boy with a dust whisk in his hand shrunk to an inch, and swept over, with red lips and white teeth, dripping with true energy, and an unconcealable spirituality overflowed.

He was actually a worldly expert who was about to become a golden elixir.

Daotong's eyes were cold, and he glanced at Chen Ping'an, "This is the practice place where master and fellow Taoists are adjacent to each other. It has been known as a paradise for ghosts and ghosts for thousands of years. It never likes to be disturbed by outsiders. It is a white cage." Chengpu, if it is not important, you will not enter the forest easily, you are a person who has experienced, what are you doing with this little peach charm. Leave quickly."

The peach charm was obviously in awe of the little Taoist boy, but she muttered with a little resentment, "What a paradise, but I was detained here forcibly by using the magic power of the fairy family, so as to protect the remaining aura of the Taoist temple. diarrhea."

"presumptuous"

Xiao Daotong showed a stern look on his face, and with a wave of the whisk, a thunderbolt as thick as an arm exploded into the ground in an instant, Tao Mei wailed in the depths of the ground, and peach blossoms fell from the ground.

Chen Pingan understood a little bit.

In Ghost Mystery Valley, there will definitely be some masters who are not afraid of the yin and evil spirits, and they will take root here, and in turn, they will rely on the abundant yin qi that fills the world, just to forge their way.

Xiao Daotong still couldn't let go of his hatred, and the fly whisk spun again, thunder and lightning intertwined, and a fairy fishing net was intertwined, which sank into the ground, and there was a rumbling sound from the ground, "If it is not for my master's kindness if you don't hit the house for three days, you will only do this!" How can these little Taomei who deceive their eyes gain a foothold in the ghost valley and eavesdrop on my master and fellow daoist's discourses, and rely on this opportunity to slowly cultivate to the Dragon Gate Realm, you forgetful spirit."

The peach charm begged endlessly, begging the fierce little Taoist boy to be merciful outside the law.

Xiao Daotong became more and more annoyed as he talked, and the whisk moved again, which actually caused a vision from high in the sea of ​​clouds, and was about to rain down a thunder from the sect's secret store, to teach that peach charm a lesson.

Chen Pingan had no choice but to say: "Master Xiao Dao calm down, I will leave Taolin right now."

A dark cloud left the sea of ​​clouds and slowly sank alone, thunder and lightning shuttled back and forth, with an astonishing momentum.

Xiao Daotong sneered and said: "If we hadn't been practicing in this peach forest, you would have already absorbed all the yang energy and essence of this peach charm who is good at innate charm when you stumbled into this place. Heart, what Master said is right, you ordinary masters who are soaked in the world of mortals every day outside."

Chen Ping retreated with one foot, and threw out a fist to the high place of the sea of ​​clouds. Using the style of steaming the clouds, he scattered the thunderclouds that were ready to go. , The peach forest on the ground was affected, and the bright red peach blossoms were blown like rain.

Xiao Daotong frowned and remained silent.

It's not that I'm afraid, it's just that there are some accidents.

Such a young little master of martial arts looked at the appearance of his punch just now, it was concise and magnificent, although he was not yet in the golden body state, but it was not far behind.

But Xiao Daotong himself forgot that he is not a "so young" monk in the Longmen Realm.

Although because he entered the cave too early, the master explained the many mysteries on the road of cultivation and asked him if he wanted to take this opportunity to maintain his appearance. At that time, he was young and ignorant, and felt that his body was just a stinky skin. "It's not bad, since then his appearance has been fixed, and in the next six years, "Little Daoist" almost regretted it.

No matter what, let the body grow to the appearance of a man and crown before "stopping".

So every time he sneaked out to relax, and met Fan Yunluo who looked like a girl a few times, he was very irritable.

After Chen Ping closed his fist, he said with a smile: "What you said is correct, but if it is for the sake of the other party's listening, and not just for your own peace of mind, then the attitude and tone are also very important. Be calm and calm." , the tone is kinder, it's not a bad thing at all."

The Tao Mei who was almost scared out of her wits quickly echoed: "It's reasonable, it's reasonable, you should listen to what you say."

Xiao Daotong held the snow-white tail with a heroic bone as the handle, hesitating.

Disagreement, fighting and killing, this is not what Xiao Xuandu should do.

But since the other party is a martial artist who has come to the ghost valley to practice, there is nothing wrong with the two sides, right? Master won't blame him.

At this moment, a warrior in golden armor came striding forward, looked at Xiaodaotong's back, and said in a deep voice: "Xu Song, Zhenjun invites this young master to go and see inside."

Xiao Daotong said angrily: "How can this guy be able to enter our Little Xuandu Temple?"

The Golden Armored Warrior turned a blind eye to Xiaodaotong's fury, and turned his head to look at Chen Pingan who had just put on his bamboo hat, "Young master, my Zhenjun invites you. If you are not in a hurry, you can go to our Xiaoxuandu to have a drink." Thousand-year peach milk tea."

Chen Pingan clasped his fists and declined politely: "Entering into the peach forest by mistake has already disturbed your Zhenjun's Qingxiu. I really dare not go to Guiguan to bother you, so I left here."

The Golden Armored Warrior nodded, "Since that's the case, it's inconvenient for me to stay. If you want to drink tea in the temple again, just come here and order Taomei to lead the way."

Chen Pingan turned and left Taolin.

The Xiaodao boy named Xu Song snorted coldly: "It's better to go, save a cup of peach milk tea that Pogu Gu has only drunk three times."

Tao Mei said flatteringly under the ground: "Yes, yes, this man is so short-sighted, and he missed the great fortune. Next time I come to Taolin, I will hide and never see him again."

Xu Song said angrily: "Master's decree, you dare to play tricks"

Tao Mei immediately begged for mercy: "Don't dare, never dare."

In a quaint Taoist temple planted with peach trees, an old Taoist with white hair and childlike face was sitting opposite a skinny old monk. The old monk was as skinny as a stick, but he was wearing an unusually wide cassock.

The old Taoist smiled and said, "How about this punch?"

The old monk said slowly: "It is easy to break if it is too rigid."

The old Taoist glanced at the cup of tea on the table, and asked again, "Do you think this cup of peach milk tea should be kept? Do you think that young man will return to the peach forest and drink it all in one gulp?"

The old monk looked dull, "If you talk too much, you will lose it."

The old Taoist didn't wear a Taoist crown, just a happy scarf, and the Taoist robe on his body was old and ordinary, and he didn't have the slightest fairy style.

He sighed softly, "The three goddesses of the Mural City have already walked out of the picture scroll, each following his own master. Another five-level monk from Biezhou and Na He Xiaoliang broke into the Ghost Valley and went to Jingguan City. Yang Chongxuan is still caught A sign of good fortune. If that pu 禳 makes a little more noise and provokes Zhu Quan to do it himself, after this ghost valley is completely messed up, the only paradise we have left here may not have a chance to be pure."

The haggard old monk nodded and said: "The true king has far-sightedness."

When he heard the word "Pu Tie", the old monk recited silently in his heart, and the Buddha sang.

The old Taoist has actually noticed that the other party is in a different state of mind, but both sides know the bottom line, so there is no need to say more.

The old Taoist raised his eyes and said, "You said that for us cultivators, even the boundaries between life and death are blurred, so where is the world? It's not a prison. The less you don't know, the easier it is to feel at ease. Knowing, how can you really feel at ease."

The old monk thought for a moment, bowed his head and folded his palms together, revealing a pair of withered but golden palms, "The poor monk's Buddhist teachings can't afford this cassock, how can I see the Buddha, how can I ask this eternal question."

The old monk stood up slowly, clasped his hands together, and saluted.

The old Taoist didn't pay attention to red tape with this old friend, just nodded.

The old monk stepped out, disappeared, and returned to the Great Yuanyue Temple, which is exactly the same as the Xiaoxuandu Temple. It is a fairy mansion in the peach forest, and unless Yuanying is in it, no one will be in the Taolin. After a thousand years, you can't see it or walk in it.

Inside the temple, the sound of Sanskrit sounds, there are old monks sitting on the futon, some monks are walking slowly in the corridor with their heads bowed, and some young monks are diligently sweeping the floor under the tree, each is busy, and there is no exchange of words between the two.

The withered old monk stood where he was, and in his field of vision, those monks were actually bones.

After bypassing the main hall where the golden Buddha was covered by clouds and mist, the old monk clasped his hands together, looked devout, and walked forward silently.

Next to this golden-bodied arhat, who was almost Dzogchen, one after another, monks with similar facial features but different ages appeared out of thin air, wearing different cassocks. The monk just turns a blind eye, listens but doesn't hear, just moves forward.

A young monk looked regretful, and said: "Why don't you drink that cup of peach milk tea, and you can save a few years of practice, and you are one step closer to the Western Pure Land Buddhist Kingdom, even half a step."

A middle-aged monk was furious and yelled at the old monk, "What kind of Dharma do you practice? There are so many ghosts and ghosts in the valley, why don't you go to save them?"

A monk in a gorgeous cassock looked haughtily, squinted at the old monk, and said with a sneer: "This kind of penance is not the righteous law."

An old monk who was closest in age and appearance to the old monk asked softly: "You are me and I am you"

The last slender young monk turned his back to the old monk who was always walking steadily and slowly. The young monk looked at a bamboo and wood fence full of peach blossoms, and said infatuatedly: "The peach blossoms are smiling out of the fence, as if The most affectionate is the unopened.”

The old monk stagnated slightly, but he quickly strode forward, and after a while, he returned to his normal pace.

If you don't look up, ordinary people will only feel that the sun is shining when they enter this temple.

In fact, when you look up, you will see a crescent moon hanging in the sky.

In Xiaoxuandu Temple, the old Taoist came to a towering peach tree, squatted down, squeezed out some dirt with his fingers, and rubbed it gently.

The soil at the fingertips of the old Taoist is the soil that the monks on the mountain have dreamed of for thousands of years, and it is as heavy as gold and iron.

The old man was silent.

In fact, soil also has age, which is also divided into "birth, old age, sickness and death".Everyone in the world says that they are as immovable as a mountain, but in fact they are not at all.In the final analysis, it is still common people who have a limited lifespan, and their time is limited, and they can see vaguely, which is neither real nor long-term.Therefore, there is a saying in Buddhism that the Buddha sees a bowl of water with [-] insects, and the old monk at the Great Yuanyue Temple uses this as a method of meditation, but he sees a little bigger, like admiring the moon.

As for the old Taoist priest, he watched more quietly, watching the changes of these dead clay creatures over time.

The Taoist temple is next door, and the old monk has been talking about different methods for thousands of years, but they still can't compete.

Now it depends on whether he became a heavenly king first, or the old monk first became a bodhisattva.

Xiaodao boy Xu Song came to the master tremblingly, and found that the master was meditating, so Xu Song kept silent.

The old Taoist didn't turn his head, and asked with a smile: "On the sidelines, not only failed to show off his prestige, but also gave a lesson to a young martial artist. Do you think what he said is reasonable?"

Xiao Daotong held the whisk in his hand, and said sullenly: "It makes sense, it has nothing to do with me."

The old Taoist nodded, threw away the soil, smoothed it gently with his white as jade palm, stood up, and said: "There are all living things and sentient beings. As you climb higher, you will understand more and more the ruthlessness of the Dao. If you It’s not bad to be able to learn from the Taoist of Longhu Mountain how to slay demons and eliminate demons, do good deeds every day, and accumulate merit, but it’s even better to follow me to learn the ruthless method and seek the truth.”

The old Taoist smiled, "The law of ruthlessness is not to teach you to act tyrannically and kill innocent people indiscriminately, but to pay more attention to the four seasons of adulthood, and the universe has permanence."

Xiao Daotong solemnly called his master for approval.

The old Taoist turned his head to look in the direction of Dayuanyue Temple, and said softly: "Greed, hatred, ignorance, slow doubt, if the five poisons are not eliminated and you just bury your head in hard cultivation, then it is not righteous meditation, but evil meditation after all."

The old Taoist looked to the north outside the peach forest again, "Xu Song, if you can't realize the Dao for the time being, you might as well try it and choose to be a good person in the eyes of the world, but remember that doing good in the world is what the world will give you back." Good or bad, it doesn't matter much. Different paths lead to the same goal, which is also one of the ruthless methods, and Tao follows nature."

Xiao Daotong shook his head and said, "I can't be that kind of good person."

The old Taoist was noncommittal.

Xiao Daotong cautiously asked: "Master, is the real Xuandu Temple like spring all the year round and peach blossoms in full bloom?"

The old Taoist smiled and said: "Then you shouldn't stay in this Haoran world, go to the Qingming world where Taoism is the master, and see it with your own eyes to know the truth. If you really want to, turn around and let the peach charm carry the mountain away Let's go, after leaving this ghost valley, you can go to the young suzerain surnamed He to practice first, and then find an opportunity to go to Qingming Tianxia, ​​and the chance of visiting Xuandu Temple will naturally be greater."

Xiao Daotong shook his head vigorously and said, "If you don't want to go, I will practice wherever Master is."

The old Taoist patted Xiaodaotong on the head.

Xiao Daotong smiled and narrowed his eyes.

The old Taoist suddenly said with emotion: "I just remembered that it has been a long time since I drank a bowl of gloomy tea from Swaying River. After a thousand years, the taste will only be more mellow."

The twilight was gloomy, and it was not too far from Qinglu Town, only two hundred miles away, and Chen Pingan passed a secluded green lake.

Previously on the hilltop in the distance, Chen Pingan rushed over when he saw a bonfire burning here. If he encountered a ghost wandering at night, he happened to be able to kill it and sell it for money.

During this trip to Ghost Mystery Valley, he didn't have much experience, he just got into a fight at Crow Ridge, and only punched him in Taolin, but he earned quite a bit of money.

Not to mention the snowflake magic robe of the greasy city white lady, there are more than a dozen valuable white bones. As for what price the latter can sell for, it is hard to say.

As for the water in the deep stream of Baojing Mountain, although it is not worth much, it can save Chen Pingan some small troubles. Before that, he drank two catties of mountain stream water in one breath, and then breathed out, immersed in his mind, and used the method of inner vision to enter the water. In the mansion, those green-clothed boys in the water mansion were quite happy.

What I saw by the lake was a little surprising. It was the handsome young man in mud-gold, with two followers, probably planning to rest by the lake for the night.

Chen Ping calculated his footwork and route. The other party should have gone to Lanshe Town, and after the tour, he went straight to Qinglu Town along the "Official Road", so he bumped into himself who was going around. .

Then this inconspicuous small lake should be the bronze green lake in Anxinji. This place and the nearby Tongguan Mountain are in pairs like Taoist couples.

There are two kinds of fish in Tonglu Lake, which are very famous, but fishing is not easy, and there are many rules. After Chen Pingan read the tedious details in the book, he had to give up.

In the lake, there is a kind of squid with golden scales. It has wings and sounds like a mandarin duck. It is extremely rare and rare. It will go ashore by itself and enter the fish cage.A pair of palm-sized squids, full of treasures, can be sold for two Grain Rain coins. It is rumored that eating them can prevent any nightmares in the world from being entangled.

In addition, there is the silver carp. This kind of silver carp is huge. It is said to weigh a catty a year. After a hundred years, this fish will have great strength in the water, unlike the squid. Silver carp is not unique to this lake, and it is called a small lake by monks. There is only one strange thing, that is, the silver carp belonging to the offshoot of the descendants of the dragon. After surviving for a hundred years, it will have two dragon whiskers, which are more than an inch long, and then every 300 years, the whiskers will grow by an inch. If it can grow into a foot-long dragon's beard, it will be a real treasure of heaven and earth.Refining the demon-binding rope and the dust whisk, adding this thing is the icing on the cake, with endless magical effects.

It's just that Chen Pingan has crossed the Jiaolong Valley and been to the inverted mountain, knowing that there are still Taoists in the world, and using the genuine dragon's whiskers, he created a complete half-immortal soldier whisk.

Therefore, Chen Pingan didn't covet too much about the squid and silver carp that were extremely hard to come across in Copper Green Lake.

Because it takes too much time.

For all the capture records on Anxinji, the monks took a very long time, often months or even half a year. During this period, they also needed to fight wits with two kinds of fairy fishes, and often missed.

Compared with Tonglu Lake, Chen Ping'an still placed more hope in Tongguan Mountain. On the mountain there, there were mountain apes and mountain dogs with impure blood.

After Chen Pingan appeared, the young man looked calm.

The female martial artist of the six realms with a bow and saber moved her position to stand between the master and the uninvited guest.

The black-robed old man remained expressionless, holding an apricot-yellow porcelain jug in one hand and a large piece of sauced meat in the other, chewing slowly.

Chen Pingan picked up dead branches in the distance and lit a bonfire.

The three masters and servants obviously came for the bronze green lake. After eating wine and meat, the old man in black robe took out sections of green and glistening green bamboo from the square inch, and then pieced together an extremely long fishing rod. The fishing line was as thin as Hair, but the golden hook is as big as the palm of your hand.The boy was not idle, rolled up his cuffs, squatted by the water, prepared the bait for making a nest, rubbed it vigorously in a wooden basin, added a spoonful of lake water from time to time, took out a porcelain bottle, poured a few drops of fishy fish Strong-smelling vermilion water drops.

Chen Ping'an liked fishing, so he couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

The woman whispered next to the boy.

The boy raised his arm to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and said a few words.

The woman got up and walked towards Chen Pingan.

Chen Ping got up and said, "Sorry, I didn't mean to spy."

The woman looked indifferent, but her words were mild, "It's okay to look at. But my young master said that when fishing silver carp, it is more taboo to make noises on the shore. If there is any movement, the silver carp will hear the sound and run away. At this time, when we throw the pole, we may need both you and me to extinguish the bonfire, and you can't walk around casually. If you feel restrained, you can rest away from the shore."

Chen Pingan nodded, extinguished the bonfire, and simply went to the distance, sitting on a big tree, with his hands wrapped around his sleeves, watching a group of three people fishing for fairy fish at night.

During the period, when the young man saw Chen Pingan, he extinguished the bonfire directly, turned his head and smiled apologetically, and Chen Pingan also nodded with a smile.

The woman returned to the boy and breathed a sigh of relief.

The young man smiled and said, "Sister Fan, if I make a nest in this basin, this verdant lake will really rise by a foot."

The woman smiled helplessly.

Fishing for the strange fish in the giant lake of Daze requires making a nest, and it takes a lot of money. The rarer the fish, the more the fishermen need to spend a lot of money. My young master is never stingy, so the fellows on the mountain According to word of mouth, the young master has the nickname of Yuan Yichi.

Although Chen Ping'an was far away, it could be seen that that young man who was full of wealth and dignity spent a lot of money just on making a nest.

It's not a matter of a few snowflakes, maybe one or two Xiaoshu's money.

After making the nest, the three of them began to wait quietly.

Chen Pingan took off the Yangjian Gourd, took a sip of mountain water, and began to close his eyes to rest his mind.

Chen Ping opened his eyes when the old man in black robe started throwing his pole.

Howling wind.

The fishing line threw a huge arc and fell far into the central area of ​​the verdant lake.

Long night.

To catch big fish and monsters at night, besides skills, it depends on patience.

The boy was sitting on a pear stool, resting his cheeks on his hands, yawning constantly.

The woman is still standing behind the boy, guarding against the young ranger wearing a bamboo hat in the distance. Traveling down the mountain, you must not have the heart of harming others, and the heart of defense is indispensable.

Two hours later, the boy had already started to doze off.

The old man in black robe lightly lifted the rod several times to loosen the bait, and then continued to cast the rod with great patience.

The female warrior was even more motionless.

Chen Ping leaned against the tree trunk and looked up at the night sky.

The bright moon rises from the high mountains, and the sea of ​​clouds is boundless.

There are thousands of mountains and rivers in Haoran, but there is only one moon.

Chen Pingan was taken aback.

I heard that there are many fairy pictures written by immortals on the mountain. On one picture scroll, there will be a day when the sun rises and the moon sets, the seasons alternate, and the flowers bloom and fade.

How can the world be so big, and how can people be so small?

Why does a person feel lonely when he grows up?

Chen Ping gently pressed down the bamboo hat to hide his face.

Miss Ning, I'm fine, how are you?