Sword of Coming

Yanzhou Prefecture, Suian County.

The moon is like a hook, and the wild geese return to the south.

Dressed in a blue shirt and long coat, walking on a moonlit night, walking on a stone arch bridge, followed by a young man with steady steps, it is Chen Ping'an and his disciple Zhao Shuxia.

Zhao Shuxia stomped his feet lightly, and the stone bridge was the same except that it was sturdy. He asked, "Master, is there a reason for this bridge's name so big?"

It turned out that the arch bridge across the river at the foot of the two was named Wannian Bridge.

The gurgling Wu Stream emerges from the mountain, the village name is Lingjiao, and the natives call themselves the source, which is very worthy of the name.

Chen Ping'an nibbled the melon seeds, shook his head and smiled and said, "I checked, but unfortunately there is no clear record in the local chronicles of the prefecture and county. Most of them were built by local sages in the early years. As for why it was named Wannian Bridge, the old people here do not know. It can be checked. According to the text on the tombstone on the tomb of the village, the Junwang family from an ancient country at the northernmost tip of Aquarius moved here about seven or eight hundred years ago. This Wuxi is one of the sources of the Ximei River. One, in fact, the Longxu River on the other side of my hometown was called Wuxi in ancient times, and the matter of fate is wonderful."

Suian County is located at the junction of Yanzhou and Yunzhou, and the Ximei River is the largest river in Yunzhou originating from Yanzhou Prefecture, but there has never been a river **** named by the court before. no.

Zhao Shuxia gathered his voice and said in secret: "Master, I heard that the Dali court found the entrance to the ancient Shulong Palace ruins in a certain section of Wuxi a few years ago?"

Chen Ping'an nodded, walked down the arch bridge, and walked downstream along the stone road by the stream. Looking back, there was nothing under the bridge, "It's a small inland dragon palace, and its rank is not high, but it has never been seen in history. Qi practitioners have been involved in it, so no one has touched the treasures in it. According to the preliminary calculations of the Ministry of Households, it is equivalent to the tax revenue of several rich and large states in Dali, which is quite considerable. The key is an old dragon palace. If Dali The imperial court operates properly. In addition to the orderly mining of many natural treasures, immortal herbs, and some rare minerals, there can be a large amount of continuous income of immortal money. In addition, only the monks of the water law and the aquarium spirits have opened up the dojo. , the annual rent paid to the household department should not be underestimated, it can be described as a cornucopia.”

Now Ximeihe has welcomed the first Jianghe Zhengshen in history, the servant of the Dali Ritual Department and Huang Tingguo's Minister of Rites, and jointly abbot the ceremony.

The first water **** of the Ximei River, Gaojiu, was once the water **** of the Tiekou River. A brand-new shrine was erected, and it was completed in less than a month. They are also from the famous scholars of Huang Tingguo's literary circles.

Along this Wuxi River, there are three villages built along the water, only two or three miles apart from each other.

The largest village, located in the most downstream, has 200 households. It is called Wuxi Village. It is one of the largest villages in Suian County. In history, there has been a Juren, but they are all the status of the previous dynasty. Today, Da Li. In the dynasty, let alone the kind of jinshi master who went down to the world with Wenquxing, if he succeeded in the examination, he could be called a glorious ancestor, and the county magistrate would personally come to the door to congratulate him.

As a result, in the village at the top of Wuxi, a new private school was opened this year, and the Mongolian School opened. On the opening day, a firecracker was set off, and the sound of the sky was so loud that the two villages below could hear it. , is a foreigner, surnamed Chen Mingji, I don't know where it came from.

Chen Ji, bah, listening to this name, he is a bum, definitely not the kind of scholar who came from a scholarly family.

Zhao Shuxia smiled and asked, "Sir, you are good at looking for qi and Kanyu. Can you talk about the feng shui of these three villages?"

After eating the melon seeds, Chen Ping'an clapped his hands and couldn't help laughing: "It's not for the sake of eating, setting up stalls and cheating money, and even a little knowledge of fur is not enough, just read a few miscellaneous books on geography, how dare you do it casually. Say."

Just when they passed the village in the middle, Chen Ping'an pointed to one of the cols and said, "Anyway, there are no outsiders, so I'll just follow the script and tell you a few words. According to the Situation School, have you seen them? There are three small hills above the col. The mountain buns are shaped like three umbrellas. If there is no such col, it will be discouraged, like an umbrella without a handle, which cannot be supported. Otherwise, this small village will be able to produce high officials. Among the three villages, this place is the most literary. It’s easier to get the seeds of reading.”

Chen Ping'an pointed to an alley in the village again, "A village is a different situation, and the culture is on the left. Unfortunately, now the village's Meng children are going to Wuxi village school to study, but they can't gather their energy and read the seeds. If you want to become a good candidate, it is estimated that in the future, the village will open a school by itself, or simply go to Yanzhou to study."

The small and small village schools in Yanzhou Prefecture are generally like Wuxi Village. The clan village ancestral hall donates money, and then opens up a few acres of school fields, and hires teachers to open schools to set up schools. In this way, children from poor families can also learn to read and write. The children are a little older and have a little energy, and most of them will drop out of school and go to the fields with their elders to work in the fields. But if there are really good seedlings who study, according to the new regulations promulgated by Dali a few years ago, the county government will select the best students and teach them in person, and the county government will subsidize the village and family a sum of money every year, just from the previous one. Being an official can make money, and becoming a student can make money.

Walking to the entrance of Wuxi Village, Chen Ping'an turned back on the same road. Wuxi Village hired an old boy from the county town to serve as the teacher of the clan school. Said, there is also a table of wine in the county town. There is no age limit for Mengtong to enter school. The youngest is five or six years old. There are too many students, and one teacher alone cannot handle it, so there are two local teachers from Wuxi Village. Although the old gentleman is only a child who has participated in a few college exams, strictly speaking, there are two teachers. Not even a talented person, but for a rural school located in a remote country, it is not easy to have this kind of treatment.

The night was cool and cool, and Chen Ping'an was walking on the yellow mud road by the river, chanting and talking to himself there.

On the right is the shallow Wuxi, the moonlight is flowing on the water, there are bamboo forests on the mountain, mixed with cypress, locust and tea fields, and the **** blossoms in the fields along the way on the left are blooming golden.

Zhao Shuxia listened to Master's subtle voice. In fact, he still didn't quite understand why Master was so concerned about the opening of the school.

Master's newly opened small village school at the source, now there are less than ten Meng children in total, not to mention Master's personality and work habits, he will definitely not give up halfway, which means that at least two or three years, Master will devote himself to the mountain. The precious time of cultivating the Dao was handed over to a new school with no name. Zhao Shuxia didn't think there was anything wrong with this behavior, just puzzled.

Most of the Mengxue books for entry are the "Three Hundred Thousands" that pass through the vast nine continents. Mengtong shook his head with his masters in the school, first memorized them by rote, and then the teacher explained the meaning of the words word by word, and then taught the "Four Books", etc. The children roughly explained the meaning of the text, and then talked about the "Five Classics" and some classic ancient texts selected by the official schools of various countries. Mengtong's writing and poetry writing all the way, there is a sequence, but for the rural school, the focus and foundation are still calligraphy classes. . Chen Ping'an wrote more than 1,000 regular characters in his own hand, and wrote more than 1,000 exegesis-like explanations and interpretations to match those square characters. In addition, Chen Ping'an also cut, deleted, and transcribed. Several copies are from Li Shilang's "Double Rhyme".

The night ship that Chen Ping'an boarded contained an entry city, and the city owner was the "Li Shilang" who was praised as an all-rounder by the mountains.

Chen Ping'an has long admired and admired Li Shilang, whose name is Xianlu and No. Sui'an, but it was the first time that the two sides actually met on the night cruise.

"Door to door, street to street. The day is long, the homeland is opposite to the other country. The Qingshu Palace on the ground, the Guanghan Palace in the sky. Master the five-sacred talisman, the sword and the seven-star pattern on the waist... Huaihuai against the willow, juniper against the regular, cook Early chives, cut spring celery. Yellow dogs against Qingluan, water pools against mountain cliffs. Double-hanging white jade chopsticks at the foot of the mountain, Xianjia Jiuzhuan Zijindan…”

When Chen Ping'an traveled alone, he often recited this. Later, when he left the Lotus Flower Blessed Land, there was a little black charcoal beside him. Chen Ping'an was afraid that she would feel that copying books every day would be boring, and she would slack off because it was too boring, and then she felt disgusted with reading. , I became rebellious, so whenever I was on the night road in Tongyezhou, I taught Pei Qian some "judges" to strengthen courage. Because of the rhyme, it was very smooth to carry. Pei Qian probably thought that he was just talking and couldn't spend it. With a few ounces of strength, she has a good memory, and she quickly memorized it by heart. When walking together at night, Xiao Heitan swaggered loudly and had a clear voice, like Huang Ying's twittering. At that time, Pei Qian might have memorized things perfunctory, but Chen Ping'an on the side was really pleasant to hear and in a peaceful mood.

"Under the tree, is it more appropriate to delete the content behind 'Mastering the Magic Talisman' and 'Shuangxie under the Mountain'? After all, it is the content of learning, and it seems that it is not appropriate to come into contact with these mysterious fairy words too early."

Zhao Shuxia said: "Master, I don't think it's a big problem, anyway, I've heard of mountain ghosts since I was a child.

The rumors of water monkeys and fox spirits may be the same as this magic talisman, Zijindan or something. "

Chen Ping'an nodded, "Then I'll think about it."

Zhao Shuxia has been rehearsing the six-step pile walking along the way, with the pole-standing sword stove. Every day when he sleeps, he sleeps on the pile for a long time, and his lying posture is particular.

I used to practice boxing on the second floor of the Bamboo Building. In fact, I didn't need the master to speak. Zhao Shuxia himself realized a huge problem. Shaking the mountain was fine, but the iron cavalry formed the formation, the clouds steamed the lake, the gods beat the drums... these Senior Cui's unique skills, it seems that the master and the senior sister are extremely familiar with the boxing moves. Zhao Shuxia learns it so slowly that Zhao Shuxia himself is a little embarrassed.

Chen Ping'an suddenly said: "When I traveled to Luzhou in Beiju, I was fortunate to meet the editor of the Shaking Mountain Boxing Manual, the martial artist of the Dazhuan Dynasty, and the old senior Gu Yougu. At that time, he did not report his identity, and the two sides were far apart. When we met on a narrow road, Senior Gu wanted to ask me about boxing without any warning. It was only later that I learned that the original intention of this senior was to weigh up the essence of what I learned about boxing. As for the process and results of asking boxing, there is no point As I said, I barely caught it, and I didn’t disappoint the seniors too much. After that, I walked with Senior Gu for a while, and the seniors started to look at me with admiration just because of one thing.”

Zhao Shuxia asked curiously, "Is the master practicing boxing diligently?"

Chen Ping'an shook his head and said: "No, the word diligence is rather confusing, practicing live boxing is magical, and practicing dead boxing is empty, but both are considered diligent. Especially in Waijiaquan, they often invite gods to fight against ghosts, and Mrs. Pure Wu fell into a disease in middle age. Senior Gu was chatting with me about boxing manuals, and about the heaven and earth piles in it. I will give my own opinion, right? It is possible to combine the six-step walking pile, the sword stove standing pile and the heaven and earth pile into one, although Senior Gu deliberately kept his calm expression at that time, he still couldn’t hide the surprise in his eyes.”

Zhao Shuxia wondered: "Master, what do you say? Can I learn?"

Chen Ping'an raised his face, nodded and said, "Of course you can learn it. The teacher has said it so clearly, but you haven't figured out the joints? Under the tree, the aptitude is not good, and the understanding is not enough."

Chen Pingan saw that the other party was still confused, so he stretched out a palm and turned it gently.

Zhao Shuxia thought about it carefully, hesitated again, and nodded his head, so it was!

I saw Zhao Shu squatting and punching next, head and feet upside down, one hand on the ground, then one hand pinching the sword stove, and then with the boxing formula of Tiandizhuan, the zhenqi circulates the veins of the bones, "bumps and jumps" in six steps. .

Chen Ping'an held back his smile, "If the standing sword stove is replaced with one hand, the taste will not be right. You might as well try walking with your head on the ground and your head instead of your left hand. It's a bit difficult for beginners, but as time goes by, you will know that it has infinite benefits. ."

Zhao Shuxia really tried it according to what the master said.

Passing by the village in the middle, someone happened to be walking at night on the road. Chen Ping'an quickly kicked over Zhao Shu and said with a low voice, "Don't get involved with Master and be treated as a fool."

Zhao Shuxia stood up, patted his head and covered with dust, his face full of helplessness.

Chen Ping'an took out a handful of melon seeds from his sleeve, gave half of them to Zhao Shu, nibbled the melon seeds, and said with a smile, "The earliest on the second floor of the Bamboo Building, when Senior Cui mentioned the Shaking Mountain Boxing Manual, his words were full of disdain.

What an earthy smell, the moves contained in the boxing manual are really sparse, and I am not afraid to flash my tongue when speaking. Later, when I met Senior Gu, he said that Senior Cui was not good enough to teach boxing, so he would teach me to make sure that I would break through with the strongest. "

Zhao Shuxia listened to these extremely precious "Jianghu", although the master said it lightly, even a little witty, but Zhao Shuxia was fascinated by it.

Zhao Shuxia had no reason to think of the opening of the preface of the boxing manual, so he asked curiously, "Have you seen the Patriarch of the Three Sects?"

Chen Ping'an nodded and said, "The most holy master and Daozu have both met and chatted."

Zhao Shuxia didn't ask any more questions.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "There is nothing taboo, the most holy teacher is a burly scholar, and my first impression at that time was, 'At first glance, he has been in the rivers and lakes.' , different, in fact, it looks like a young Taoist boy."

Zhao Shuxia smiled and asked, "Master, has he seen a lot of martial artists?"

Chen Ping'an thought for a while, "If you leave out those acquaintances who meet and nod at a distance, it's actually not too much, no more than a pair of hands."

Chen Ping'an raised his chin to the bamboo forest on the other side of the creek and reminded: "Under the tree, go see this wild bamboo forest to see if there are yellow mud arches, and I will show you a cooking skill when you look back. The dishes you fried are really not good. To be honest, it is edible.”

Zhao Shuxia saw that there was no one around, and with a little toes, he swept across the stream, went to the bamboo forest to find spring bamboo shoots, and quickly returned with a bag of yellow mud arches.

Chen Ping'an was not idle either. He went to the field to pick a large handful of wild amaranth and a handful of wild green onions. It is a must-have for stir-frying spicy sauce as a side dish.

Walking back to the source village together, Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "It's strange, stinky mandarin fish is delicious, but the dish of braised bamboo shoots in oil is always uneatable."

Zhao Shuxia said, "Master, braised bamboo shoots in oil are delicious, but I'm not used to scrambled eggs with toon."

After burning the mountain, the bracken will inevitably grow vigorously in the coming year, but it is not yet time, and it must be picked in the mountains before and after the Qingming Festival.

Back at the village school, Zhao Shuxia smiled and said: "Master, Master Feng and Mr. Han from Wuxi Village, it is estimated that they will come to trouble you in the near future."

Chen Ping'an shook his sleeves, smiled and said: "Let them just let the horses come over, fight poems, right pair, there is really no stage fright for the teacher."

In this humble village school, there is only one yellow mud hut as a school, plus two thatched huts, one is used by the teacher for rest, and the other is used as a stove and piles of sundries.

Zhao Shuxia built a floor on the kitchen side. Chen Ping'an originally intended that both the master and the apprentice would live in the same room, but Zhao Shuxia refused, saying that he had a relationship with the kitchen since he was a child.

The yellow mud hut has been in existence for a long time, and it has been unoccupied for a long time. It was rented, and the two small thatched huts were newly built. The school temporarily took in eight Mongolian children, most of them still wearing open-crotch pants.

The school can be run. When I look at the teacher named Chen Ji, he is in his thirties. After all, he is not the kind of stunned young man who has no hair on his lips and can't do things well. The master of Jin Mo, the second time he came to this person, he was more talkative. Before the opening of the museum, he visited two villages, and he still knew some rules. , is to charge less money! Compared with the school in Wuxi Village, it is nearly half less.

Moreover, this gentleman also promised the village that if there is a busy farming season, the children can take vacations, and he can even go to the field to help.

In order to grab business, this fellow really doesn't have the slightest bit of shame, Sven sweeps the floor!

The two masters mentioned by Zhao Shuxia were an old boy named Feng Yuanting who was hired by Wuxi Village School with a lot of money, and the other was a well-known teacher in Suian County. Although he is not famous, he has taught several scholars, and he can be regarded as a highly respected village sage. This old Mr. Han is now teaching in the library of the richest family in Wuxi Village. Feng Yuanting has always been a little bit in Han Kuo. He couldn't raise his head, but only occasionally got together to drink a little wine. When the new school opened at Lingjiao, Feng Yuanting often invited Han Jiao for a drink. , I feel that you can first test the truth before you can see the move. In fact, the so-called military books are romance novels about the history of famous generals in the past dynasties. Han Kuang persuaded him that there was no need to compete with the teacher of a small village school. Since they were traveling together, it was better to be more friendly with each other. Feng Yuanting said that he promised, but in fact he was full of slander. In the matter of face, a scholar doesn't even want his face, what kind of scholar is he still, every time a Meng boy escapes from his own village school, Feng Yuanting will be slapped in the face, which is unbearable or unbearable.

If it weren't for today's regulations, if a private school was set up locally, it would be necessary to file a record with the county government, and the county clerk had to personally inspect the knowledge of the teacher. As it happened, I had to let the surnamed Chen go around without food.

Chen Pingan said: "Under the tree, when you break through, I will teach you a formula for luck, but it may not be suitable for you, so be prepared in advance that you will not be able to learn it."

It was that sword energy that stopped eighteen times.

Zhao Shuxia nodded, said goodbye to the master, went to the kitchen to build a floor, practiced sleeping for a long time, controlled his breathing, and soon fell asleep.

When he came here, Zhao Shuxia gradually discovered a strange thing. He called the master several times, but the master didn't respond. In the end, he had to walk over. Chen Ping'an smiled and said something, sorry, I didn't hear it just now. . After that, Zhao Shuxia always went to the master before talking about things.

This time Chen Pingan

He only brought Zhao Shuxia with him, and directly told Chen Lingjun not to wander around here.

Chen Lingjun talked hard and talked hard, so he asked his master for the precious opportunity to visit the school once a month.

This is also due to the help of the old cook. Anyway, the respectful appearance of our ancestor Jingqing as a boy in green clothes is not a pretending to be a child. It was originally, it is time to read a few more sage books. Zhu Lian smiled and asked Chen Lingjun if he needed a pair of open-crotch pants. Chen Lingjun was too lazy to know the old cook. If his master didn't nod and agree, Chen Lingjun really wanted to go to school for a few days.

Chen Ping'an returned to his residence, lit an oil lamp on the table, polished his own ink, and began to write a landscape story about the great water monster of Dumb Lake.

Compared to that year, I paid more attention to the fan inscription at the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

There are three villages, surrounded by mountains, only a stream rushes out along a small road.

It is 80 miles away from Suian County. Many local villagers may only visit the county once in their lives.

There are azaleas blooming all over the mountains, which is really a veritable azalea.

The spring dove chirps, the peach blossoms are light red and apricot blossoms are white, the elm leaves are full of green coins, and the willows by the river are sprouting, and the color is golden.

Today after the school was over, a guest came. He walked along the Huangni Road, passed through the village of Wuxi, and walked all the way to the source.

Dressed in an old pedantic attire, it was the new river **** Gaojiu of Ximeihe, who came tremblingly to the top of the mountain. There was no way to do it. The first grade of the official university could crush people to death, not to mention the fact that he was facing a master Chen Shan who had two sects.

With the smoke from the cooking, Gao Jiu saw a country woman carrying a child in the house, pancakes while the child was pooping.

Seeing the chicken dung on the table of the Eight Immortals in some common people's homes, the children put out paper kites after school, squatted on the side of the field fighting grass, their yellow hair was hanging down, and they were happy.

After Gao Niu walked out of Wuxi Village, he turned his head and looked at the small pool at the head of the village. It belonged to the courtyard water. The water surface of the stream was wide so far, but the water outlet was narrow after that. Therefore, it was a waterway that could keep wealth fortune. Still very knowledgeable.

In ancient times, the family had a school and the party had a school, and the technique was ordered and state-owned.

Gao Niu patted his chest with one hand, and felt a little relieved. Because he wanted to see the young hidden official who was a disciple of Wen Sheng, the river **** master carried several valuable rare books in his arms. Empty hands.

Gaojiu caresses his beard and laughs. Every ancient book that has been preserved to this day, if there are ghosts and gods caring for it, my generation does not seek deep understanding when reading, just like eating enough and not getting fat, it is better not to read.

Because there is an ancient land dragon palace site in the boundary of Ximei River, which is about to open, so there is a group of Dali cultivators secretly stationed in Suian County, but they all use the identity of businessmen and do not disturb the officials at all levels of Yanzhou Prefecture. . However, Mr. Fu Jun, of course, knew about this, but he had obtained the secret order from the imperial court in advance, and he was not allowed to disclose it. As a newly-appointed **** of mountains and rivers, Gao Niu was not qualified to enter the Dragon Palace. After Gao Niu went to "Dianmao" twice, he simply didn't go there, so as to avoid putting his hot face on his cold **** and making fun of himself.

Seeing Gao Brewery, Chen Pingan took out two bamboo chairs and handed one to Gao Brewery. One host and one guest sat under the eaves of the thatched hut.

Gao Niang was sitting upright, with a straight waist. When he just put the bamboo chair on, he used "Qin Jin", leaned slightly to the hidden official, and said carefully: "Chen Shanzhu, but for that Dragon Palace?"

Gao Jiu guessed that in order to prevent mistakes, the Dali court invited the hidden officials to sit here in person.

Chen Ping'an smiled and shook his head, "The fact that the imperial court excavated the Dragon Palace has nothing to do with me, and Da Li didn't know that I came here to open a museum and study."

Gao Jiu nodded lightly and understood, he must not have any superfluous words and deeds. This body practiced in the public sect for dozens of years before his death, and later he lived in the Zi-yang mansion, and his skills were placed there.

Gao Jiu took out the books from his arms, handed them to Chen Ping'an, and said softly, "Master Chen Shan, a small gift is not a respect."

"Having a book is really rich, and being without an official is light. This is the only thing Gao is inferior to me."

Chen Ping'an was not polite, took the book, thanked Gao Niao, patted the book, put it into his sleeve with a smile, and said, "Brother Gao is not an outsider. "

This was a bit of a surprise. Gao Brewing was both flattered and embarrassed. After all, it is not easy to find an isolated copy of the same quality as those books, but it is better than attending the night tour banquet of Wei Shanjun in Piyun Mountain. Now, this kind of personal friendship, being able to chat face-to-face with a young hidden official alone, is hard to come by. How can it be compared to the kind of noisy night banquet where two or three hundred guests get together? Not to mention a few, even thirty, Gao Brewery is willing to ask someone to borrow money and buy it on credit.

Gao Niu looked around and sighed with emotion: "Master Chen chose to practice cultivation here, which is really unexpected. The so-called middle-aged masters of ordinary secluded people are quite good at Taoism, and they are nothing more than friends with Songfeng and Shanyue. It’s different, do it in the opposite way, God-man is indeed God-man, God is God-like.”

Chen Ping'an has long been accustomed to this bit of flattery, and smiled: "It's not a practice in the strict sense, it's just teaching in a library, by the way, now I'm a pseudonym Chen Ji, and Brother Gao just calls me by my first name, otherwise Once the number of times is too long, it is easy to show the wrongs over time.”

Gao Niu thought for a while, slapped his knees heavily, made a slap on the table, and said solemnly: "Okay, this pseudonym is good, Su Ziyouyun, life is like a reverse journey, and I am also a pedestrian. , next to the word, there is a word, Chen Shanzhu is a foreigner, and it just fits the sentence I am also a pedestrian, wonderful!"

Zhao Shuxia, who was busy in the kitchen, was stunned when he heard it, and almost mistakenly thought that this Gaohe God was possessed by the old Taoist Jia from the grass-head shop.

Chen Ping'an called Zhao Shuxia, and asked the disciple to get some dried sweet potatoes to entertain guests, and then help to introduce Zhao Shuxia's identity and personally pass on the disciple.

Gao Jiu stood up, took the dried sweet potato from Zhao Shuxia's hand, and said a few polite words similar to that of a famous teacher and a master apprentice. Zhao Shuxia also felt that the river **** seemed to be inferior to the old **** Jia.

Chen Ping'an asked casually, "Who is the head of the Da Li cultivator who is looking after the gate of the Dragon Palace?"

Gao Niu replied: "The one who takes the lead on the bright side seems to be a female cultivator of the Fengxue Temple genealogy named Yu Huiting. She has the identity of a cultivator with the army. As for how the imperial court arranges secretly, I don't know for the time being. ."

Chen Ping'an nodded and said, "According to the sect genealogy, Wei Jin is her uncle from a different line of law."

I heard from Dajianxian Mi that he trained the female nuns in Changchun Palace, and he met a pretty good woman in the middle of the road. She had a slender waist and a frontier-style war sword with a large iron cavalry. Wearing a narrow-sleeved brocade shirt and black gauze trousers, the most bizarre pair of embroidered shoes on the feet, with two "longan" orbs on the toes... In fact, Mi Yu said more in detail, and Lord Yinguan just listened to it. .

Gao Jiu suddenly said: "So it is."

It is worthy of being a famous hidden official in the world. In his words, he mentioned Wei Dajianxian of the God of the Wind and Snow Temple, and the titular leader of the kendo of a continent, so he could be so casual.

When Gaojiu was full of emotions, Chen Ping'an stood up instantly, with a solemn expression, "Gaojiu, I'm not entertaining guests, I have something to do, and you immediately run your magical powers back to the water house, hurry up!"

Gao Niu couldn't figure it out, but he didn't dare to hesitate at all. He quickly used his water magic power, returned to the Ximei River Water House along the Wuxi River, and rushed into the golden statue.

Chen Ping'an took a deep breath, finally came, and scolded a dog day carefully.

In an instant, Chen Pingan seemed to be forcibly dragged into a realm of emptiness beyond the sky.

At first sight, it was the majestic dharma of Li Sheng that was as big as a star.

Then Baidicheng Zheng was in the middle, Fulu Yuxuan, Chunyang Lu Yan, and even Li Xisheng, Xiao Mo, and Xie Gou, or Bai Jing!

There was also a young cultivator that Chen Ping'an did not know, but he stood behind the ritual and in front of everyone.

Sure enough, the wild world is trying to break through the vast world!

It's like two flying boats colliding head-on!

In this way, we must completely cut off the path of the sage to the fifteen realms.

Xiao Mo has already shown his true body, in white clothes, and said in his heart: "Young Master, according to the deduction of Zheng Cheng, the first choice for the wild world, the first choice used to be Fuyaozhou, followed by our Daliyuzhou, and now it seems to be replaced by Yu Jin's undersea lair."

Bai Jing smiled and said, "Thanks to my steady work, I didn't open that box casually."

Zheng Juzhong said: "It is necessary for the master of Chen Shan to calm down all his mind, and then sacrifice two flying swords."

Chen Pingan nodded.

Li-Xisheng smiled and said, "I'm here to assist Chen Shanzhu."