Sword of Coming

Chapter 1213 The Nest of Ants All Have the Same Surname

During the rainy season of the Qingming Festival, officials, rich men, and women of middle-class families often ride to the graves outside the city to pay respects to their ancestors. Although they are sweeping the graves of their dead, no one looks sad on their faces. Talking and drinking all the way, it's more like an outing. No wonder there are often scholars from other countries in their notes, using this to ridicule the people in the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom.

Pei Qian was going to the City God's Temple in the capital, some distance away from the imperial palace and Qin Tianjian, so she bid farewell to Gu Can and Gu Lingyan, and took the lead in secretly sneaking into the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom.

The security of a small country, whether it is the means up and down the mountain, is really not that strict when facing a handful of warriors at the end.

However, Gu Can brought Gu Lingyu to the gate of the city, handed in the certificate, and chose to walk into the capital in a well-behaved manner.

Gu Lingyu, who was wearing a mask on his head, covered his mouth with a smile and said, "Let me go to the Qin Tianjian, don't worry Liu Xianyang, and you too?"

Gu Can said: "Of course Liu Xianyang doesn't trust you, but Liu Xianyang doesn't care about this, he only cares about me, and let me control you."

As for what Gu Can is worried about her, she is very relieved, as long as she does something bad, she will settle accounts according to the rules.

Gu Lingyan smiled and said, "He's really interesting."

Gu Can said: "I told you at the wine shop that Liu Xianyang has always relied on his intuition to eat. If you think this is a derogatory statement, then there is something wrong with your brain."

Gu Lingyan pouted.

Gu Can reminded: "You will enter the Qin Tianjian later, hide your body, and wait for the opportunity. When you have nothing to do, you can visit the library secret library of the Calculation Bureau and the Examination Bureau. An accurate topographic map, all the large and small buildings, special instruments, and the busy work of the officials are all drawn on this map. It is best not to omit anything. You can read and draw while walking, and remember to help copy some secret books And the archives of the old dynasty, focusing on the records of sacrifices, marriages, funerals, auspicious disasters and disasters in the history of Xue Shi of Yuxuan Kingdom, as well as the copies of the upper calendar and the Eastern Palace Calendar of each generation, the more the better, I will be useful later."

What kind of "realm" Chen Ping'an is pursuing now, Gu Can roughly guessed a clue.

Gu Lingyan asked tentatively: "These are trivial matters, not difficult, but how should I judge 'something' or 'nothing'?"

Gu Can glanced at the female cultivator in the hat, and Gu Lingyue immediately changed her tune and said, "I'll see."

When the two walked to the place where they parted ways, Gu Lingyan slowly bestowed a blessing, "My servant wishes you a smooth journey."

Gu Can said: "Help must not be a disservice."

Gu Lingzhen smiled sweetly, "I will save it for you, servant girl."

Probably because this matter is related to Chen Pingan, he is willing to remind a few more words.

Gu Can said: "You don't have to be too restrained, there is a limit to raising **** in a jar, no matter how big they are."

Gu Lingyu covered his mouth and smiled coquettishly. Indeed, the capital of this small country is a typical Shuiqian Wangbaduo.

She walked to a secluded alley, made a formula, hid her whereabouts, and swaggered into the Qin Tianjian. There were some taboos in the mountains and rivers, like a child playing with mud to build a pass. Using the method of Yangshen's body, she secretly selected a high-rise building, and Yinshen was responsible for drawing a detailed map of Qintianjian, and asked Yangshen to go to various places to "return" books and archives, while her real body walked in Qintian. In the prison, you can enjoy the scenery at will.

Along the way, she met several groups of Qintianjian officials who "inherited hereditary succession and inherited the father's business" as usual. Gu Lingyan took out a few rare "family heirloom" talismans from her sleeves, and flicked them with her fingers. The talismans turned into emptiness, and were pasted on the foreheads of these Lingtai Langs and court officials. In this way, all the people, objects, and architectural scenes they saw were brought into Gu Lingyan's eyes.

This is the first time for her to visit such an "unpopular" government office as Qin Tianjian, which is not popular in the wild world, so in her eyes, everything is new. After wandering around, she realized that the local supervisors were divided into two categories, one was served by the inner court and belonged to the iron rice bowl, and the other belonged to the strange people temporarily recruited by the court to work as part-time workers. The former is said in the words of not being an official and retiring from old age. As long as the grandparents are supervisors, the fathers will follow, and so will the future generations. For generations, they will go around in this Qingshui yamen, and they cannot be changed. Life is a person of Qin Tianjian, and death is a ghost of Qin Tianjian.

One of them, a young Lingtai Lang, returned to his office. The room was shabby and the light was a little dark. He spread out a pen and paper, and began to calculate something magical. The efficacious head is very big, what kind of gap accumulation technique, you can know the round technique. You mess with this every day? No wonder there is so little hair under the officer's hat.

Gu Lingyue glanced at Wusha Street in Yongjia County, but she didn't notice anything unusual.

It's a pity that in the list back then, only Jianxiu Liu Cai clearly wrote down the two flying sword supernatural powers.

In a yamen house, the supervisor Luo Yongqing, Wu Jian, and Li Fujing, two deputy supervisors, and three chief officials are gathering to chat about things. One of the most important matters of the Qin Tianjian in recent years is to be ordered to select the site for Xiangdu's mausoleum , Luo Jianzheng often needs to join hands with the Inspector of Rituals, the Ministry of Rites and officials of Taichang Temple to find auspicious land for today. Wang Qipan is the land of the United States, there can be no mistakes, the matter is of great importance, Qin Tianjian carefully considered the correctness of the text, attached pictures and stickers to keep pace with the book, His Majesty's reply to the order, and back and forth nearly ten times up.

In the market, the elderly began to prepare coffins for themselves before they were alive, and the emperor's family often began to choose a mausoleum with good geomantic omen at the beginning of his enthronement.

The three inspectors looked at the two sand tables in the room. The Ministry of Rites and Qin Tianjian each selected a site for the mausoleum, each with its own advantages and disadvantages.

Deputy Supervisor Wu asked, "Old Scholar Liu still insists on his wording?"

Not long ago, he and He Zhao, Minister of the Taichang Temple, went to a place to enshrine the three founding princes and gods in their respective new temples. , and then select three officials from the eighth rank "Forever Temple Shou" to sacrifice.

Regardless of the fact that Qin Tianjian is a cold-blooded yamen with little soup and water, what the supervisor has done is indeed not small.

Deputy Supervisor Li nodded and said: "Hong Shaoqing of Taichang Temple agrees with Liu Xueshi's statement. Earlier, I went to the palace with the supervisor and had a small argument with them. It can be seen that His Majesty is also quite troubled. If you continue like this, It is estimated that each will suffer 50 boards."

Vice Supervisor Wu laughed and said, "The foreign monks are good at chanting scriptures, you should listen to me, and let the Division of the Mountains over Lujiao Mountain help us Qin Tianjian to speak a few words of justice, and this matter can be finalized."

The supervisor, Luo Yongqing, sighed, "You don't know. During your departure from Beijing, Lujiao Mountain was very chaotic. How could you care about our side?"

As long as His Majesty finally decides on the address, Qin Tianjian and the Ministry of Rites can choose an auspicious day to call the ancestors, and the Ministry of Industry will cooperate to start the construction. According to the established etiquette process, a Xiangdian will be built first to prepare for the Zigong, and then the imperial court will send the consort Duwei, the The leader made a decree to sacrifice to the mountain gods of the tombs and their locations, and the minister of the Ministry of Industry to sacrifice to the **** of the chieftain worker. In the end, it was probably a minister of the Ministry of Industry who came to supervise the construction and agency of specific projects.

Not to mention complicated affairs.

Deputy Supervisor Wu was about to ask about the chaos in Lujiao Mountain. At this moment, a woman's voice sounded from the door, and said with a smile: "This is the site of the emperor's mausoleum carefully selected by your Qin Tianjian. Will Lailong be too lonely?" Is it? Do you really need to invite some local experts who are proficient in Fengshui to come to Beijing for re-examination and help you make suggestions?"

This kind of foreign officials who were temporarily recruited and served in the Qin Tianjian often had a very low rank. After the completion of the project, the temporary official position will be removed immediately, and the imperial court will give some symbolic salary and a clear contribution to the study of the manufacturing office. Even so, the emperor would still go through all the lists in person. If he failed the special assessment by the Ministry of Officials during his tenure, he would still be expelled from the Qin Tianjian. Qin Tianjian's internal affairs are half a word, once discovered, it will be the end of wearing a shackle and wandering thousands of miles. Such secrets, let alone official official histories and inner court secret files, even local chronicles and genealogies are not allowed to have any written records. Unless the country is replaced, the descendants of future generations will dare to write a few strokes on the family tree if they want to make their ancestors famous.

Deputy Supervisor Wu said sternly, "Who?!"

Qin Tianjian is a forbidden place of the country, if a Qi trainer dares to trespass here, he will definitely have to go around, and the prison officer on duty will also have to suffer, and it is not easy, one counts as one, no one can escape, And it's not a matter of poor evaluation by the Ministry of Officials and orders from the imperial court.

The water ripples on the other side of the door, showing the figure of a woman, wearing a veiled hat, with a graceful figure, like a beauty walking out of a lady's picture, she put a finger on her mouth to signal them to keep silent, she thought of herself After walking near the sand table, she picked up a yellow bamboo painting pole and lightly tapped the dragon veins of mountains and rivers on the sand table. She began to talk nonsense in a serious manner, "I am an errand in the Ritual System Department of Luan Mountain. The old ancestors who have been in the soil for a long time, have met several times. Back then, they talked about geography and arithmetic. It is not about who teaches the other. It is beneficial to each other. This time, I happened to pass by and borrowed a few books. Seeing that you are worried about this matter, I just wanted to help you with ideas, don't worry, I am one of my own, otherwise why would I take the initiative to show up and ask for trouble."

She is just looking for something to do.

The three supervisors were skeptical about this, but they exchanged their hearts and decided to wait and see what happened, and it was not appropriate to fight.

Qin Tianjian's collection of books and instruments are important, but they are not valuable in the worldly sense. Generally speaking, no Qi practitioners come here to ask for money, and the risks and benefits are too unequal.

In a small room in the imperial palace, a middle-aged couple was sitting on the Kang Kang. The woman was afraid of the cold, and she was holding a delicate charcoal cage in her hand.

There was also a little old man who was given a chair to sit on, with a brazier at his feet. The old man had a conversation with the man while touching the lice.

They were talking about why Hong Zhongyu was able to be promoted from his status as a civil judge of the Chenghuang Temple in the capital to the Lingzhou City God of the suzerain Dali Dynasty, but they chatted and talked, but they didn't say why.

Anyway, Judgment Hong has such an official experience, and the Xue family of Yuxuan Kingdom is honored. As for whether Hong Chenghuang will help Yu Xuanguo in the future, don't even think about it. The city gods at all levels are still very different from the general landscape official circles.

Then I received a secret letter from the Ma family's mansion in Yongjia County, which made the emperor Xue Pang look dignified. There was no taboo about meddling in politics in the harem, so he directly handed the secret letter to the queen, who then gave it to the old man. Huang Lie, the national teacher of the Three Dynasties of Yuxuan Kingdom.

Deep down in the empress's heart, she had a lot of resentment towards Qin Zheng. Although she got along with each other a few times, she was superficially harmonious, but in fact she looked down on this Ma's housewife the most. Chicken?

The old man read the secret letter, wrinkled his face, and said softly: "There is no disaster."

You Mrs. Ma are so immortal, how could you provoke this person? There are so many outsiders in Aquarius Continent, can you just change one of them? Do you have to make enemies with this person?

The old man is an old golden elixir, the Earth Immortal of Aquarius Continent used to be very important.

On the territory of one continent, there are hundreds of countries, and the emperors take turns to sit, but there are only a handful of land gods. Just talking about Zhengyang Mountain and Fenglei Garden, how many years have the two sides accumulated their wealth, isn't there still no Yupujing to sit on the top of the mountain? If Li Tuanjing or Zhuhuang, any of the sword immortals, had entered the upper five realms back then, the grievances and grievances of hundreds of years would have been cleared up long ago.

Of course, today's Aquarius Island is becoming more and more incomprehensible. No matter Aquarius Continent can't understand it, I'm afraid the rest of Haoran Eight Continents can't understand it either.

How come there are so many upper five realms popping up all of a sudden?

Especially the younger generation in the Lizhu Cave, they are so tyrannical and unreasonable.

Well, in Tongye Continent to the south, the monks of the upper five realms withered and fell one by one, and in Aquarius Continent, there were more and more battles from beginning to end.

A royal enshrined in gorgeous armor and holding a dagger came here in a hurry to report, "Your Majesty, the door of the Yangcui Palace suddenly opened. When I heard the news, I immediately took people over to investigate, but I saw a stranger." , asked him the origin of his name, and the other party did not answer."

The emperor mistakenly thought he had heard it wrong, and asked, "What?"

The empress frowned, "Can you drive me away?"

This reckless man who was recruited by the imperial court to be enshrined in the inner court said with an embarrassed expression, "I can't drive you away."

In fact, as the head of the three main halls in Miyagi, the Yangcui Hall, they were enshrined in the inner court, and they couldn't even enter the gate.

The emperor smiled wryly: "National teacher, does this count as blessings and misfortunes never come singly?"

The old man nodded, "The kind who don't come, the one who comes is not kind."

The secret letter I received earlier, the above content, is...not vague at all, Chen Pingan came here today to seek revenge, and vowed not to give up until he achieved his goal.

The Ma family is in trouble today, and I beg the court of the Xue family to protect and help the Ma family to tide over the difficulties. After the matter is completed, the Ma family in Yongjia County will be grateful.

The emperor's idea couldn't be simpler, immortal customs are nothing but heaven and earth, this kind of immortal fight involving personal enmity, Xue only needs to, or must be watched from the sidelines.

As for Zhenwu Mountain after the incident, to be precise, it was Ma Kuxuan who was responsible, so you can't vent your anger on them, Mrs. Xue, right?

No matter how domineering Ma Kuxuan is, he can't bypass the Dali Dynasty and Guanhu Academy, right?

That's why the emperor Xue Pang just invited the national teacher to inquire about the matter. Does the imperial court need to mobilize the imperial guards and the five city soldiers and Ma Si officers and soldiers to gather in Yongjia County as a show?

The national teacher said no, if it is not done well, it will only be self-defeating.

The implication is, it's better to pretend to be stupid, just pretend that you didn't receive this letter from Feijian at all.

The emperor said cautiously: "Master Ma, after all, the Ma family is the pillar that supports the foundation of the country."

Without Ma Shi, the involvement is too great, and it will inevitably hurt the muscles and bones.

The empress lowered her eyes, and fiddled with a pastel fasting card with green fingers, she seemed to say casually: "That hero Chen Shanzhu, if he came here this time to avenge his hatred, it is also their private matter on the mountain. Master Chen Shan will not take away the Ma family's property in Yuxuan Kingdom."

Regarding the Ma family's property, which is blooming everywhere and flourishing on birthdays, there is a secret account book in the palace, which is a thick book with nearly a hundred pages.

She has been starving for a long time anyway.

If you want to die, you should die cleanly. If people are gone, it would be better if you die completely. Ma's property can naturally be confiscated from the national treasury.

To avoid being overthrown by the Ma family, he is deeply entrenched in Yuxuan Kingdom and cannot lose his tail. The empress is afraid that the children of the Ma family will one day become the son-in-law, or that a woman surnamed Ma will have to call her mother-in-law when she enters the palace in a decade or so.

Xue Pang asked: "National teacher, what should we do with the Yangcui Palace? Are we just leaving it alone? Let the other party walk around before leaving?"

The old man stood up with worry on his brows, "Your Majesty, I'll go over and see if I can identify which dragon is crossing the river. As long as the identity of the other party is confirmed, there is no need to worry about him in the five realms."

"I have to make an agreement with Your Majesty in advance. If I encounter someone who doesn't speak and act according to common sense, I will do what I can. It's best to persuade. If I can't beat it, I will help close the door. Even if the other party is sitting on His Majesty's dragon chair inside, or even defecating and peeing on it, let him go. Anyway, after closing the door, no one can see what he is making trouble inside. "

The emperor Xue Pang nodded with a smile, "There is no need for the national teacher to act urgently. Try not to argue and hurt your peace. It's okay to chat with him a few more times. I'll let the imperial dining room prepare melon and fruit snacks. You chatted well, you can take it to Yangcui Palace right away."

In fact, I just find it tricky. The other party's violation of the ban is indeed detrimental to the country's constitution, and it has caused the court to lose some face. How frightened or panicked it is, it is not considered.

Let's say that thirty or forty years ago, the monarch of a small country suddenly heard that there was an unidentified Qi trainer standing in the main hall of his own palace, how could he be so calm.

If we look closely at the root cause, probably the Xue family of Yuxuan Kingdom, as a vassal state of the Dali Dynasty, is not too afraid of such "accidents".

Not to mention that Shan Zeyexiu's courage was smashed to pieces by the Dali Dynasty, what about those genealogical immortal masters and martial arts masters?

When the national teacher left the house and went to the Yangcui Palace, the emperor squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "These cultivators are immortals."

Holding the charcoal cage in her hands, the Empress said lazily, "Who says it's not."

Pei Qian came to the gate of the City God's Temple in the capital, and there were incense and candle shops along the street, because it was the time of heavy rain, and today was the Ching Ming Festival, the Town God's Temple, which was originally full of incense, only had a few sparse oil-paper umbrellas moving slowly , Pei Qian supported the bamboo hat on his head, held a walking stick, and walked slowly through the gate of the mountain gate, and entered the second gate of rites. As he saw along the way, the plaques were mostly gold characters on a blue background. Mansions and palaces have a different style, and are also regarded as landscape officialdom on the mountain. In fact, the underworld officials of the Town God's Temple and the landscape gods still have different divisions of responsibilities.

The main hall is enshrined in the seated statue of the God of the City God, with Wen Judge on the left and Martial Judge on the right. The City God and other officials and ghosts line up in order, with strict ceremonies. Cure the souls of all walks of life. It's just that Hong Zhongyu, the old civil judge, has been transferred to another place, so this golden statue is temporarily covered with a big red cloth. When the new civil judge takes office, he will replace it with a statue of the god.

It is due to the big white goose, a little brother who knows astronomy and geography in the school of his own teacher, and can answer almost any question. In addition, Pei Qian once traveled alone to the vast number of continents, so Pei Qian is now very familiar with all kinds of " The historical origins and local anecdotes of "weird and mysterious" can be described as well-informed. According to Cui Dongshan's explanation, the duties of city gods at all levels are still mainly "reception".

It is worthy of claiming to have been to Fengdu.

The fish-scale yellow books stored in the household department of secular dynasties record in detail the land and household registration of a country. The Town God's Temple is responsible for recording in detail the merits and demerits of all living beings in the world.

Pei Qian came outside the main hall of the Chenghuang Temple in the capital city, invited incense candles on the street outside the gate, and bowed three times to the underworld officials in the main hall, paying homage to the world.

After Pei Qian finished burning incense and paying homage, a Japanese wandering **** with the appearance of a woman, slender and slender, with a gauze cap and a broad robe, although she is a woman, has a majestic appearance. She hangs a wooden sign "Daily Patrol" at her waist and rides a red fire horse. , was in charge of leading a team to tour the boundaries of the capital during the day, and noticed something strange in the Town God's Temple. She rushed here immediately because of her responsibilities. Su Mu asked: "Who is here?"

Pei Qian's self-registration number, "Junior Pei Qian, I have seen the Beijing Master's Riyou God, and my genealogy is settled in Luopo Mountain in the Chuzhou territory of the Great Li Dynasty. Please bother me."

Ri Youshen said the word "wait a moment", and took out a green jade book, from which she "hooked" a series of golden and yellow characters, all of which were well documented.

Pei Qian's golden and jade genealogy on the mountain is indeed the Patriarch Hall of Jise Peak in Luopo Mountain, and the yellow book of household registration is in Huaihuang County, Longquan County, Dalichu Prefecture.

The certificate of customs clearance in Yangjian can be forged, but it cannot be concealed from a city god's temple with a bright mirror hanging high.

Ri Youshen hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said, "Mr. Pei, your date of birth and hometown do not match. One more question, is there an error in the records of the household in Huaihuang County, Dali?"

Although there are different paths, Ri Youshen, as a female priest of the Town God's Temple, belongs to the orthodox assistant official of the underworld. No matter how polite a martial artist is, it's just that Pei Qian is the founding disciple of Chen Jianxian in Luoba Mountain, and she is also a "popular person" on a certain file in the Town God's Temple. In short, no matter where Pei Qian is in Haoran Jiuzhou, as long as she She passed by town **** temples at all levels, even town gods in prefectures and counties in remote and small countries, and after checking her identity, she would pay a little respect to Pei Qian.

Pei Qian explained with a smile: "I was born in Tongyezhou Ouhua Blessed Land, but I can't remember my birth date for a long time. Later, I followed my master to Huaihuang County and just wrote a file at the household house."

Ri Youshen nodded with a smile, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't hinder God's calculation of multiplication and division."

She asked again: "Master Pei, do you want to find out your birth date?"

Pei Qian shook his head and said, "It's a good intention, no need."

The month and day of her birth recorded at the government office in Huaihuang County were all based on the month and day when she first met Master. Martial arts practitioners pay attention to apprenticeship as reincarnation, it is very good, there is no need to change it.

The Japanese wandering **** made a concise self-introduction with Pei Qian. It turned out that her name was Qin Yingxuan.

She was also a very famous female general in the history of Yuxuan Kingdom.

Qin Yinxuan asked: "Mr. Pei is visiting the City God's Temple in the capital, is there something wrong?"

Pei Qian blushed and said, "I can't afford to be called 'Mr. Pei'. Qin Rixun just needs to call me by my name."

Qin Lingxuan smiled without saying a word, waiting for the next article.

Pei Qian said: "Just passing by here, let's take a look."

Qin Nexuan nodded with a smile, said goodbye and left.

Pei Qian glanced at the sitting statue of City God in the main hall, and the painted statue of Judge Wu beside him.

Even if it is a small vassal state with weak national power, the Temple of the Capital City God will have at least twelve divisions. For example, the capital city and the accompanying capital of the Great Li Dynasty, the two City God's Temples each have as many as 36 divisions.

And the Temple of the City God, the head of the world's city gods, is located in the Ganoderma lucidum dynasty in Shenzhou, China, with as many as sixty-two departments in the government office.

Zhou Fangyu, the City God, has the same **** position as the Five Sacred Mountains of the Middle Earth and the Lords of the Four Seas. The four chief officials and generals under the command of this Zhou Chenghuang are named Gan, Liu, Fan and Xie respectively.

Pei Qian had visited this Town God's Temple in the past. In fact, she also had a relationship with Zhou Chenghuang and General Fan.

Of course, it is not the situation of today's "living people looking up at the gods", the two sides have chatted. It's just that there seems to be nothing to say about this kind of thing.

Yu Qing, who had been a cook in Nama Mansion for many years, no longer dared to continue climbing the mountain, and slowly retreated to the foot of the mountain, and then followed the long river to find Xiao Xing who claimed to be from the wild world.

As an accomplished Qi practitioner on the mountain, she wasn't afraid of those scenes of corpses hanging from swords, but she was afraid of the deep meaning hidden behind this picture.

She was worried that if she made a wrong step, she would become one of them, and she would not be able to reach the world or the ground, so she just swayed like this.

Yu Qing stopped and remained silent for a long time, looking at the barbaric female cultivator on the other side who even spoke the real name of the monster race, "Dare to ask Miss Xiao, where is this place?"

Xiao Xing squatted by the river, washed his face with water, patted his cheek, and asked, "Is it important to know where you are?"

Yu Qing said: "If you don't tell me, I will leave."

Xiao Xing lost his composure in an instant, and stretched out his hand, like a drowning man trying to grab a life-saving straw, begging the beautiful woman on the other side not to leave, never to leave, and to accompany her a few words.

Yu Qing looked at the devastated wild female cultivator, and sighed faintly, could the situation of the woman on the other side today be the same as her own situation tomorrow?

She asked: "Ask fellow Daoist Xiao, how do you keep your Dao heart from collapsing?"

Probably because he cherishes every opportunity to talk with people, Xiao Xing always likes to talk a lot of digressions before getting into the main topic.

She claims that although it is only a mind, she can also visualize a complete soul, which is no different from a real person. Soul wandering and sleepwalking in the world, although they have similar approaches but the same effect, are different in essence. Xiao Xing is now using the method of guarding the house by leaving a ghost to live in his real body. It works, but only temporarily. She has used more than a dozen kinds of barbaric secret methods to barely maintain her Dao heart so as not to lose it.

Yu Qing asked curiously: "What is the identity of the young Taoist priest sitting on the other side of the mountain steps? Is it Chen Pingan's yin **** who travels far away, or a yang **** with an outer body? Why does he look like this? Is it particular?"

Xiao Xing smiled suddenly, as if there was a kind of hearty feeling of revenge for a great revenge, it was this that made her delicate appearance look a little deformed and distorted, "Neither, he will never have Yin God and Yang God again in this life. It is a sage's direct succession, but it is doomed to not be able to raise half of the natal character, pitiful, extremely pitiful. As for that... Taoist-like existence, it is... Young Master Ren."

Yu Qing deliberately omitted those inside stories that could not be determined to be true or false, but the last sentence made her puzzled, "What?"

Xiao Xing tilted his head, and asked with a smile: "Even I, a wild animal, know that Haoran has a poem 'Who is like Mr. Ren, riding a donkey in the clouds', which is very popular. You are an immortal of Haoran, and you have never heard of it. ?”

At the end of the line of sight, hundreds or thousands of miles away, with white clouds like the sea, you can still clearly see a young Taoist priest wearing a lotus crown, no boots, barefoot cross-legged, riding on a green donkey, holding a golden fishing line One of the bamboo poles was thrown far away, the silk thread flashed golden light on the high place, and the fishhook fell into the long green river on the ground. In an instant, huge waves were created in the water, churning like snow, and the water splashed and thundered.

Aware of the sight from this side, the young Taoist smiled and waved at them, and raised a **** to his lips, as if to signal the two girls to keep quiet and scare away the fish that were about to bite.

Xiao Xing asked abruptly: "Are you a sword cultivator?"

Yu Qing said with a smile: "How is it possible, how rare is a sword cultivator."

If she was a noble swordsman, she wouldn't be in the Ma Mansion.

Where is Jianxiu not a sweet potato?

Xiao Xing stared intently at the plump woman on the opposite bank, with a radiant look, and said, "Here, if you want, you can do it. Since we are called friends of the Daoist, and we are indeed in trouble together, I can help."

"How many natal flying swords do you want? It's all negotiable."

"However, I'm only in charge of drafting. It's like creating a very rough clay embryo. To truly come alive, he, the chief reviewer, has to come in person...to finalize and name it, and endow it with a justifiable truth."

Between the words, a lifelike painted clay figurine "Yu Qing" appeared beside Xiao Xing, but the latter temporarily closed his eyes, as if he just missed the finishing touch.

This one is located in the chime, with a beautiful appearance and a dignified attitude, it is somewhat better than a real woman.

Xiao Xing surrounded the fake Yu Qing, adding hairpins, cross-stitched flowers and other exquisite accessories to her one after another. At the same time, he pointed at the chest and buttocks, and gently kneaded and rubbed her a few times, "Fellow Daoist's figure is really good. Childbirth, do you need to apply yellow blush on your cheeks, or do you think that no makeup is more elegant? Here, and here, do you want to be bigger and fuller, or still feel a little cumbersome, and want to reduce it? By the way, how many flying swords would you like to have, fellow daoist, have you thought about the shape and supernatural power of each flying sword?"

There is a blissful place for a novelist to paint eyebrows on the mountain. When the two are added together, there are all kinds of whimsical ideas and strange scenes.

Yu Qing asked: "This world, is it all built by you with careful consideration of the details bit by bit?"

Xiao Xing sneered and said: "How dare you be greedy for merit, less than one hundred."

"To be honest, the so-called boundless world you are seeing at this moment is just one of more than ten phantom scrolls, which he marked as... Xingting Six. I know of a total of more than twenty small worlds, what proportion can they occupy? I was blinded. He didn't give me more authority to open the scroll, just glanced at it from a distance. It's like a large group of... fireflies in the summer grass, bright spots, flickering."

"Although I can't wait to peel that Chen Pingan's skin and cramps, eat his flesh and drink his blood, and dissect his bones, but I have to admit that, leaving aside the grudges, if it's just a meeting on the road, with his means, let me kneel down and kowtow, admit it He must be happy to be a patriarch."

Hearing this, Yu Qing sarcastically said: "Fellow Taoist really knows everything without saying anything."

Xiao Xing smiled and said: "Since you and I are destined to stay together forever here, what are you hiding?"

In the next scene, Yu Qing was caught off guard. He saw Xiao Xing smiling charmingly and staring at the woman on the other side. Xiao Xing took off his whole body of dress without saying a word, revealing a snow-white carcass, raised his legs, Wrapping around "Yu Qing"'s waist... Yu Qing's face darkened, he turned around, and walked towards the green hill. There was a burst of gasping from the other side, Yu Qing scolded a shameless pickle, Xiao Xing just sat there with "Yu Qing" by himself, winking like silk, weeping like complaining, she Looking at the woman's distant back, she kept moving her hands, took off the dress of "Yu Qing", and held up a heavy and swollen mountain on her chest, and with a pitiful look, she murmured: : "Good sister, you don't know at all, you don't know anything. What is the true Dao heart between heaven and earth? He looks at this matter, not just as a simple view of bones, good sister, this kind of pleasure in fish and water, the joy of bed, I know you are familiar with it, so why pretend to be ashamed... just treat it as a candid Taoism observation, just watch, the ups and downs of the sea of ​​desire are also practice."

Yu Qing looked around and asked loudly: "Chen Pingan, this is the world of your heart? This is your way of hospitality?!"

Xiao Xingruo was crazy, took off the pearl hairpin, let go of her hair, and pushed the "Yu Chime" to the ground, she leaned down, and then the snow-white and delicate bodies of the two parties entangled like snakes for a moment, Xiao Xing actually...began to stutter Aroused the flesh and blood of the latter.

Yu Qing looked gloomy, his hands and feet were cold.

Because vaguely, she saw through the "real body" of that long river.

It is a green snake with an extremely long body, and the "river water" is actually a dense cluster of countless snake scales, but under the shining sunlight, it shines brightly, flowing like water.

The love between men and women is full of desire.

The young Taoist who was called "Mr. Ren" by Xiao Xing put away his fishing rod and threw it in the white clouds. The Taoist stepped back to Yu Qing's side, walked side by side, and praised: "Yu Dao's friendly eyes, You have seen the truth of this long river so quickly. Fellow Daoist Xiao has lost a lot of knowledge and vision."

A red leather gourd was hung in front of the young Taoist with a golden thread, and a peach branch was inserted obliquely in the back of his collar. He smiled and said, "Masters who have entered the mountain to cultivate the Tao, don't shy away from talking about lust."

"Immortals originally come from mortals, because the mortal mind is not firm. Ordinary people's **** for tongue, beauty, ugliness and embarrassment, fame, fortune, honor and disgrace are the shackles, love and love in the world of mortals are the cage, and the darkness of life and death is another prison. The gates are connected like mountains, and one mountain passes ten thousand mountains."

"It is said that distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. Dare to ask Fellow Daoist for his real surname."

Hearing this, Yu Qing finally said: "The Taoist guessed wrong, my surname is not Lu, but my surname is Gongsun."

The Taoist asked with a smile: "Friend Gongsun and Xishan Jianyin are in the same lineage, do you have a parentage?"

Yu Qing said with a complex expression: "I was indeed one of those who cleansed my wrongdoers, but I was not from Xishan Jianyin's lineage. Later, I broke the ban and was expelled. I was like Qingping, drifting with the crowd, and was recruited by Zhenwushan Ma Kuxuan, and He has a promise for the first time."

But at that time, Ma Kuxuan didn't say who the enemy of his family, the Ma family, was. He only said that there was a fellow from his hometown, who was still the same age, and he had just started practicing boxing not long ago, and he might cause some troubles for the Ma family in the future. She figured it out.

At that time, Yu Qing thought about it, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with it. A young martial artist who just started practicing boxing, even if he was given another sixty years, he would be able to make a name for himself.

Yu Qing asked, "You are?"

The Taoist said with a smile: "Since they are both fallen in the world, why bother to ask the bottom line to find out the background."

Yu Qing sneered.

Then why did you ask my real surname just now?

The Taoist said without shame: "After getting along for a long time, Taoist friends will understand a little bit. The poor Taoist has always been lenient to himself and strict with others."

The Taoist patted the gourd, "Invite fellow Taoists into this urn, and don't ask the poor Taoist what kind of medicine is sold in this gourd?"

Yu Qing smiled casually: "It can't be a medicine for regret, can it?"

The Taoist was surprised and said: "Friend Daoist is smart, and he hits the nail on the head."

"Just need medicine."

"Everyone wants to taste the medicine of regret, please be fearful first."

Yu Qing lost the interest to speak.

The gods and the way, deliberately mystifying.

Never thought that the last hidden official of the Sword Qi Great Wall would be such a frivolous figure.

The young hermit in her imagination should be purer and act more aboveboard.

For example, if you want to seek revenge with the Ma family, you have to fight all the way from the gate to the family ancestral hall. Why do you pretend to be a ghost like this and make people feel like falling into the clouds.

Yu Qing said: "I only have one last question. Detain me here. What is the fellow Taoist asking for? Can you be honest and clear up my doubts?"

The young Taoist said with a smile: "Our Chief Luobashan Jiang once said a very tenacious truth, fellow Daoist Gongsun, would you like to listen to it?"

The Taoist asked himself and answered, "A person who cultivates the Tao, the greatest guardian of the Tao is ourselves."

The Taoist squatted down, reached out and grabbed a large handful of soil, rubbed it lightly in the palm of his hand, let go of his fingers, and the debris of the soil fell, but in the process of falling, they seemed to pass through layers of sieves , each hovering at different heights, the "sieve" has seven layers, and the higher the sieve mesh, the larger the grid, so the "soil and gravel" that stays down the finer, "Let as many pure people as possible, Here, love, hatred, hatred, flowering and fruiting, trees are full of shade, and then a mess of greed, hatred, ignorance, suspicion, complex human nature, and cocoons are unraveled, and finally relying on your words, voices, eyes, expressions, and actions, here Take root on the ground, exist forever, rely on addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, and rearrange, so that these small worlds that are distorted due to purity become more and more impure reality."

"So you are all seeds. As for whether it is rapeseed, or the seeds of flowers and trees, it is up to you to decide today what will be tomorrow."

Yu Qing couldn't help but asked another question, "The outside world said that the reason why you were able to carve characters on the top of the city was because you borrowed a sword from Chen Qingdu, or borrowed a method from Master Lu. In my true state, I can go through a wild journey, and I can't kill the culprit of the Tuoyue Mountain monster. I don't ask these inside stories, I just want to know one thing, what is your current 'knowledge'?"

The Taoist said with a smile: "It's a good question. What is the realm of 'knowing'? The implication of the fellow Taoist is that although I returned the sword skills of the boss sword fairy, or the Taoism taught by Zhang Zhang, I secretly left them behind." state of mind? So no matter if I am in the Nascent Soul Realm or the Jade Raw Realm, my cognition of this world stays at the Fourteenth Realm, inheriting their Dao veins? That’s why my means of creation here seem to be So it doesn't match your own realm? What a mortal heart follows things, and a saintly person follows his heart. Fellow Daoist Yu is worthy of being an expert who came from the line of purging wrongdoers, and his knowledge is not low."

Yu Qing squatted down and looked at the top floor of the "high tower", there were a few small stones and some gravel, "Can you treat them as monks on the top of the mountain, the fourteenth realm?"

The young Taoist priest wearing a lotus crown clapped his hands and joked, "The last is the last, and there are so many lasts."

Yu Qing asked to himself: "What is the root of this world?"

The Taoist smiled and said: "Soil, flowing water, the circulation of clear and turbid air, the climate changes in four seasons, all living beings, can be words, sentences and chapters composed of billions of trillions of characters, the land, mountains and rivers, city buildings, can be Millions of talismans can also be your seven emotions and six desires."

Yu Qing asked: "The last question, is there any limit?"

The Taoist said: "The world is full of wonders. The heart is boundless, the law is boundless, and the present moment is endless."

Yu Qing asked, "Is it just a coincidence that you found me?"

"It's not difficult to say a few beautiful and polite words to fellow Taoists, but it doesn't make any sense."

The Taoist priest reached out and grabbed some dirt that was available everywhere, and then stretched out his fingers towards Yu Qing, as if grabbing and twisting a gorgeous pearl from her body, like a pocket moon, slowly flowing, "You have a pearl, I have sand A handful, don’t talk about external prices, just talk about this place, tell me, what’s the difference between high and low, high and low. This is called being born to be useful.”

The Taoist reached out to break up the "treasure pagoda", stood up, and pointed to the long river, "We have hit it off, so I might as well tell you a secret. In order to save some effort, the source of the river bed comes from one of the tributaries of the Swaying River in the wild world." That indeterminate river."

"A long river green snake is a sword skill."

"It still needs to be polished repeatedly."

Yu Qing followed suit and stood up, "Swordsmanship has been achieved, who will ask the sword?"

The Taoist didn't answer the question, and said with a smile, "Do you want to continue visiting Baiyujing?"

Yu Qing asked doubtfully, "Continue?"

The Taoist didn't speak, and walked towards the green hill, Yu Qing turned his head and looked, the cloud and mist cleared, and the green hill showed its true face, it was actually the twelfth floor of the five cities.

The Taoist priest strode forward, his sleeves fluttering, and a string of purple and gold characters appeared on the avenue beside the Taoist priest. There are not only the secrets of spiritual books, but also the treasures of Qingci, as well as poems and ancient prose.

In the spring day, there is Yang, and there is Ming Canggeng. The road is late and the center is violated.

In ancient times, a virtuous sage once saw a bird like an owl, and when it pecked a tree with its mouth, it would burst into flames.

The capital of Yuxuan Kingdom.

Shen Ke stood at the gate of the outer city, no matter how late the old master realized, he knew that he was in an unimaginable ghostly place.

Walking out of the Ma's house in Wusha Lane, Yongjia County, this is the scene. What if he walks out of the capital next time?

The streets were full of the same face, Shen Ke hesitated for a moment, did not dare to leave the "capital", went for a walk from door to door, drank and dined, chatted with random people, went shopping, or even killed people, it didn't matter. Those people in the capital, high-ranking officials, all kinds of craftsmen, shopkeepers, and guests of all kinds, all have the same face anyway. Their bodies are as fragile as a piece of paper. I dipped my fingers in the blood and tasted it, and it did smell fishy.

This made Shen Ke's hair stand on end, and couldn't help cursing, what a wicked way!

Afterwards, Shen Ke tried to get out of the capital, but every time he tried, no matter whether he was darting out of the city or going out through the gate, he would return to the capital the next moment, hitting the wall like a ghost.

Shen Ke tried to find a third face in such a large capital city of Yuxuan Kingdom, no matter how he walked, ran, or flew, the people he saw all had the same face.

Live like years.

A living person cannot be suffocated to death by urine, so Shen Ke began to find something to do, such as opening a museum to teach boxing, returning to his old business to go to the palace to kill people, or even opening a silk shop... those disciples who learn boxing or The guests who come to the door are no different from "ordinary people" in words and deeds, except for their appearance. Poor old master, just getting thinner and thinner, his appearance is haggard, at the beginning he could count time, but after a few days, Shen Ke became completely numb. Surrounded by more than 200,000 people, Shen Ke seems to be living among a bunch of walking dead.

I don't know what year this year is. The four seasons in the capital flow in an orderly manner. On a snowy day, the old man with a sad expression sat on the white jade bridge outside the palace city with a dull expression.

I am getting old.

To be driven crazy.

A man wearing a golden crown and a green gauze robe smiled and said, "Old Master Shen, we are old acquaintances now, don't you mind calling you Brother Shen?"

As expected of a martial artist in the golden body state who is about to break through, his body is full of punches and should not be underestimated. The falling snowflakes are like a brazier, melting the world by itself.

Shen Ke turned his head stiffly, looking at the handsome immortal, the old man's lips trembled slightly, "Chen Jianxian, please forgive me."

The man put his arms around his sleeves and leaned against the railing, "Reason."

Shen Ke wanted to cry without tears, and begged: "Chen Jianxian, we have no grievances or enmity, it is clearly the first time we met, in the Ma Mansion of Yongjia County, I did not provoke Chen Jianxian, even the words were not considered offensive. Why does Chen Jianxian imprison me here, I can only wait to die every day."

Chen Ping smiled and said: "You have no grievances or enmities with me, but you have a deep enmity with this world."

Hearing this, Shen Ke felt sad for a moment, his old tears were muddy, he raised his sleeves and wiped the corners of his eyes, he has learned boxing and kicking in this life, since he was a teenager, he has been walking in the rivers and lakes for about a year, Shen Ke dare not say My heart is like a rock, more tenacious than that of a qi trainer, but I have seen a lot of weird battles, but the current situation is so pervasive that Shen Ke would never even dare to think about it in his life. It's like falling into a nightmare without ghosts, and I can't wake up.

Chen Pingan said: "It's a good finger. After so many years, there is still a bit of subjugation. Could it be that Brother Shen also killed the emperor?"

Shen Ke was a little guilty, and said with a wry smile: "The objects in a small country's palace are not worth a lot of money. If Chen Jianxian wants to take them, he can just chop off my fingers and take them together. I just ask Chen Jianxian to let me leave this place. Ghost place."

Chen Pingan asked: "What do you think is unreasonable in this capital city, and what details need to be improved?"

The truth may not all come from "correctness" and "reasonableness", and the truth may also come from absurdity, irrationality, sensibility, and no context at all.

Shen Ke heard that a head was as big as a dustpan, how could it be unreasonable? Chen Jianxian, you old man, ask yourself, what is reasonable here? !

Chen Ping smiled and said, "Talking about this with a martial arts master like you seems a bit difficult."

In the most populous place in the country, it is difficult to find birds during the heavy snow season, the water under the bridge freezes, and there is a cold light overhead in short days.

After a moment of silence, Chen Pingan said: "If you want good people to be rewarded, evil people must be rewarded with evil. Shen Ke, do you think this makes sense?"

Before Shen Ke could speak, from this moment on, everyone in the entire capital had turned into Shen Ke's face.

The wicked have their own grind.

The villain is the same person before and after.

Shen Ke turned his head and looked, the fairy in green clothes had already walked off the bridge, turned his head and looked at Shen Ke, and said with a smile: "If martial arts is a killing technique, don't you like killing people? This city is full of ants, more than twenty Wan, Qi practitioners are not at a high level, at most the lower five levels. You can kill as many as you want, until your hand cramps and you vomit. The only trouble is that those Yuxuan kingdom's armored soldiers, they may With martial arts, I would like to remind you one last thing. Brother Shen, remember to find a few more weapons at hand. The movements must be fast. .”

Between the other party's words, Shen Ke was horrified to find that the entire capital city was like being folded paper, and finally the ground of the capital city turned into a ball, and people of all colors in the city swarmed from all directions along the streets and alleys. Shen Ke, seems to have a sworn enemy. Inside the sphere, it was unclear whether the goose feather snow fell from the sky, but floated from the ground.

In the heavy snow, there is no trace of the sword fairy anymore, only the voice like singing and singing, swaying with the snow.

For example, a Dao Gaozhen is gently shaking a wind blowing bell.

From now on, enjoy yourself, sleep high and eat, be a fairy in drinking, listen to the sounds of nature, all four seasons are beautiful, what can I worry about? The guy with the word worry dared to knock on the pass and violate the border, and he would kill and retreat as soon as he came.

Inside the hall of the Ma family's ancestral house in Xinghua Lane, the scene in front of him made Pu Liu's eyelids tremble.

The woman who was dressed more elegantly and more luxuriously than Mrs. Gaoming grabbed the white silk with both hands, and kept cursing and cursing. The man just begged for mercy.

Qin Zheng straightened his legs and tapped the ground with his toes. Ma Yan's neck had already been strangled with bright red marks.

As a result, that Chen Jianxian told Pu Liu not to stand upright, and went to pry open the floor tiles where the couple was standing, so that one would not be suspended while the other stood there, taking turns to take a rest.

The old woman didn't dare not to do so, so she had to follow orders, took away the green bricks from the couple's feet, and dug two small pits, not big but not shallow.

Chen Pingan said to dig again, but he can take his time.

The old woman continued to dig a hole like a grave.

Chen Pingan leaned against the door, and asked casually, "Tell Ma how to accumulate yin virtue and get away with it at the Town God's Temple. Is it the meaning of the ghost Jiang Gui, or the old man who carried the dung bucket?"

The old woman squatted on the ground and continued to work, and replied honestly: "As for the Sword Immortal, I have tested the knowledge of this master of the Mafu School several times. Although Jiang Gui was born as a ghost, his knowledge is also mixed, but it is limited In terms of vision, experience and cultivation level, but he can't teach Ma Shi such secrets, I guess it's the method of Zhong Chang, among the enshrined in Ma's house, this old man is the only one, I can't see clearly."

It's just that Pu Liu didn't dare to ask even if he was beaten to death. The Mas and his wife are right here... Hanging around, wouldn't it be better to interrogate them directly?

The old woman couldn't figure it out, isn't this Chen Jianxian a scholar? Why are they so sinister and malicious.

It's just that the old woman quickly forced herself to get rid of these thoughts that she shouldn't have. It's up to this point, whether she can survive or not is still a question.

In the past, I just thought that a horse mansion was smoky and dirty. How could I have imagined that it was actually so dangerous and dangerous?

The three flying sword letters that Ma and his wife believed to be concealed were sent to Emperor Xue of Yuxuan Kingdom, Judge Wu of the City God Temple in the capital, and the picket division of the Shanshen Mansion in Lujiao Mountain.

The old woman Puliu was indeed prepared both openly and secretly, but it was a pity that Chen Jianxian intercepted them all, and took out six secret letters in front of her.

Chen Pingan sat at the painting table, leisurely grinding and picking up the brush, helping to circle the Zhu Zhu, carefully considering the words and sentences, deliberating on the content, and finally re-wrote three letters.

Legend has it that the Taoist immortal has great supernatural powers, and has the world in one hand, and can cover everything.

But in this way, Qin Tianjian and Jingshi City God will soon discover the vision in Mafu, Yongjia County.

So the old woman still can't figure out how Chen Pingan isolated the world.

Chen Ping smiled and said, "If you don't understand Zhong Chang who cleans toilets and works as a handyman, you can understand Yu Qing who works as a cook?"

The old woman was puzzled and said: "Chen Jianxian is referring to that foxy woman who cooks well in her own kitchen?"

Chen Pingan said: "Only she is the family enshrined that Ma Kuxuan personally invited. You guys are not the backbone, just make up the number."

The old woman tentatively asked: "Dare to ask Chen Jianxian, is that woman, Yu Qing, an Ascension Realm?"

If it wasn't for a Ascension Realm, blocking Chen Pingan's revenge, it seems that it would not be enough.

"You really dare to think."

Chen Pingan shook his head and smiled, "Yu Qing is in the Nascent Soul Realm just like you. How many people were there in the Nascent Soul Realm in Aquarius Island more than 20 years ago? They are not small fish or shrimps. It’s going to be a big storm.”

Pu Liu dug the hole like a well, it was deep enough, the old woman looked at the woman opposite from the corner of her eyes, the current situation is a deadlock, the cruelty is not just the dead, but the couple, one of them is doomed to die first.

Of course, it can be Ma Yan or Qin Zheng who take the initiative to die. People who die early and die late go to Huangquan hand in hand, meet outside the gate of hell, and there is no resentment between each other. .

It's just that there is another situation that is even worse, one person strangles the other. In this way, on Huangquan Road, it's hard to say whether the culprit, Chen Pingan, is hated more, or the husband and wife hate each other more.

Ma Yan became ruthless, he was a man after all, with a heavy body and more strength, stepped on the pit with both feet, and then began to pull the white silk on the beam to his side, lifting the woman high.

Qin Zheng was hoisted up bit by bit, her feet were lifted off the ground, the woman sobbed softly, her eyes were red, her struggling movements with her hands gradually weakened along with the sound, and finally there was no sound at all.

Chen Ping turned a blind eye to this, but did not hear it.

The woman's head was about to touch the invisible "beam", and she was reduced to a hanged ghost.

Ma Yan stood "in the well", holding the white silk tightly with both hands, only his head was exposed, and his feet stood on tiptoe at the bottom of the well.

The old woman asked softly: "Chen Jianxian, can I dig another two or three feet down?"

Chen Pingan put his sleeves in his hands, and leaned against the door of the main room, quietly, looked up at the woman's death, and said calmly: "No, just wait slowly, I heard that Ma Yan also had burns when he was young. Make porcelain, see how strong your arm is, and how long it can last."

The old woman remained silent, with mixed feelings in her heart, how much evil she had done in her previous life, she would enter the Ma's mansion in this life, and meet such a person seeking revenge against the Ma family again.

Chen Pingan asked: "What is the cruelest torture Master Pu Xian has seen in this life?"

The old woman replied softly: "One is to strip the soul like twisting a rope, make a wick, and light an oil lamp. It can make monks only want to die quickly."

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "I have seen it with my own eyes in the Luzhou Ghost Valley in Beiju. The lighted water is very permeable and horrible."

The old woman said: "There is also a kind of water prison on the mountain, forcibly breaking open one or two Qi Palaces as passages, pouring a lot of spiritual energy inside, forming a trend of flooding in the small world of the human body, the bones gradually swell, and the soul is forcibly broken. During this period, the qi and blood swelled, the meridians were broken, and the muscles and bones were cracked. I heard that Yamazawa Yexiu likes to use this method to target those pure warriors with tough physiques."

Chen Pingan said: "This kind of death is a bit similar to a piece of porcelain from my hometown. You have seen a lot, senior, so please tell me a few more ways."

How dare the old woman hide her secrets, so she said seven or eight more methods on the mountain.

Chen Pingan listened very carefully, and when the old woman was at the end of her words, she asked with a smile, "Is it all from hearsay? Or have you verified it yourself?"

The old woman said with embarrassment: "I heard, it's all heard."

"Some people have human hearts and inhumanity, so it is difficult to distinguish between human beings and ghosts. There are realms without Taoism, so how come immortals and mortals have different paths."

Chen Pingan said: "Seeing is worse than hearing, and seeing is worse than experiencing it yourself. You will have a taste of these methods later."

Pu Liu is like being hit by a sap stick, and it is the kind of stick that hits the head and covers the face. The pain of the fire torture in the house has been unforgettable to the old woman, how can she bear these seven or eight kinds of torture?

Chen Ping twitched the corner of his mouth, "Senior has lived a lot of years, why can't he still take jokes so much?"

The old woman said bitterly: "Chen Jianxian, I am not young, but I am not very courageous. I cherish my life the most."

Chen Pingan said: "Go, tie a few bricks to Mrs. Qin's feet."

The old woman was in a hurry to tie bricks to the legs of the hanged woman. In this way, the weight of the woman who seemed to hang herself from a beam was about to exceed Ma Yan.

Chen Pingan asked: "If you can leave Ma Mansion alive, what are your plans?"

The old woman said cautiously: "Find a secluded place, hide your name, and practice honestly."

Chen Ping smiled and said, "How is that different from being in the Ma Mansion? Could it be that here, you are not practicing honestly?"

The old woman tentatively said: "I implore Chen Jianxian to give me some advice, I will definitely do as I wish, even if Chen Jianxian suggested that I go to a nunnery to shave my hair and practice, I would also be willing."

"Are you going to be a bustard in a brothel?"

"What's so difficult about this? Experience in the world of mortals is also practice."

"Is there a client who insists on you to pick up the client?"

"Tolerated him too."

Chen Ping shook his head.

The old woman was very worried.

Chen Pingan asked: "Do you feel that you are asking blindly, or striking the bell with a clam?"

The old woman whispered.

The two sides chatted about Xiantian, and the old woman tremblingly said: "Chen Jianxian, both of them were hanged."

Chen Pingan said: "Then you will arrest their souls."

The old woman reminded in a low voice: "Chen Jianxian, someone died in the house, I believe that the City God's Temple in the capital will know what's going on here soon, and the ghost messenger is here, if you see it?"

What's more, during the daytime, as usual, there is a day tour **** in Chenghuang Temple who is responsible for patrolling the boundaries.

The Fengdu prefecture does business impartially, but it doesn't care about any kindness.

Chen Pingan said: "They can't come in even if they know."

Pu Liu didn't dare to say a word, and used the earth fairy method to arrest the souls of Ma Yan and Qin Zheng. Two erratic ghosts stood in the room, and Ma Yan lowered his head, shrinking back, not daring to look at the woman.

Qin Zheng stared at that ruthless bitch.

Chen Ping said with a smile: "Everyone is dead, but in the end, I still can't go to the City God's Temple in the capital, and I can't be the underworld official registered in Fengdu. Do you feel aggrieved by dying in vain?"

Pu Liu asked softly: "Chen Jianxian, is this old man going to light their lamps, or put them in a dungeon?"

Now that you're on the thief's boat, you can't do anything.

Chen Pingan said: "Killing without blood is like eating noodles without garlic.

The old woman was taken aback.

Chen Pingan left the house and went to the firewood room to find a knife and a handful of iron nails in his hand, then returned to the main room, split the tables and stools, and made two coffins skillfully.

The old woman became more and more confused as she watched.

Chen Pingan asked the old woman to tear off the white silk, and the two "corpses", one suspended in the air and the other underground, fell to the ground and collapsed to the ground.

After asking Pu Liu to put the two corpses into the coffin, Chen Pingan said: "Since you are so greedy for life and afraid of death, let you fulfill your wish, return your soul, and return to the underworld."

With a wave of his sleeves, the ghosts and ghosts returned to their bodies in an instant. Chen Pingan closed the coffin. During this period, Ma Yan struggled to sit up, but was beaten back to lie down by Chen Pingan with a hatchet, and then began to hit the iron nails with the back of the knife. Qin Zheng's voice was hoarse, and she began to yell, but it was useless, so she screamed and wailed, but she could only watch helplessly as she fell into darkness, lying in the coffin, unable to see her fingers.

Chen Pingan said: "The second type."

Pu Liu was silent again.

Chen Pingan stretched out his fingers and tapped the coffin lightly, "How long do you think they can last? Are they starved to death, thirsty to death, or scared to death?"

The old woman frowned and dared not speak.

Chen Pingan came to the door and looked at the sky outside.

The old woman looked at her nose, nose, nose, and heart, and began to hold her breath. There were sounds in the two coffins. There were violent beating sounds. , how long has it been? Even if Emperor Yuxuan made up his mind to stand by and watch, even though the Lujiaoshan picket was too busy to take care of himself and refused to step into the muddy water, why was there still no movement at the City God's Temple in the capital?

Chen Ping said with a smile: "One Jiazi in the mountain has been in the world for thousands of years. This is called living like a year."

The old woman accidentally asked nonsense, "Are you really Chen Jianxian from Luopo Mountain?"

Chen Ping asked back: "Do you know who Chen Jianxian is in Luopo Mountain?"

The old woman sighed.

The couple suffered, but she was very upset.

Chen Ping walked to the gate of the courtyard, opened the gate and found Xinghua Lane.

It is said to be Xinghua Lane, but there are no apricot trees planted, and I don't know how it got its name.

Soon after, a dejected old man came and looked at Chen Pingan at the door. The old man seemed to be confirming whether it was true or not, whether it was still an illusion.

It turned out that the old man had been haunting the walls of this county town for at least several decades. He only said that the Malanhua in Xinghua Lane had all changed from young women to old matchmakers.

Chen Pingan asked: "Your name is Chong Chang? Did the last saint come to the town when he was in Lizhu Dongtian? Or earlier? The look you saw Malanhua in the past seems to be an old acquaintance? Have you been to the town more than once?"

Chang Chang, a man with a credit knife, said, "Is it true that the well water can't violate the river water?"

Chen Ping smiled and said, "Don't say a few nonsense to fool fools, just rely on you to help the Ma couple 'unintentionally do good' to accumulate evil virtues, and we will have a chance to settle the score."

Chong Chang did not deny the matter.

There is an iron law in Fengdu Hades, good deeds will not be rewarded. Then the Mas and his wife wanted to serve as officials of the Town God's Temple smoothly after their death, relying solely on their own minds and means, it is simply wishful thinking.

Chong Chang glanced at the other side of the hall, and said in a deep voice, "Chen Ping'an, a gentleman does something and doesn't. I advise you to stop."

Chen Pingan turned his head and said, "Puliu, don't you always feel that you can't see the details of Zhong Chang? Since you can't see it, just check."

The old woman walked to the door, hesitating.

Chen Pingan sat at the door, "I guess he is a credit swordsman at the Jindan state. As for whether Zhong Chang is a swordsman, it is up to you to determine the answer."

As soon as he heard that the other party might be the credit swordsman of the Mo family, Pu Liu's heart tightened, and when he heard that he might be a sword repairman, the old woman's face was ashen as a mournful concubine.

Chen Ping smiled and said, "Forget it, you won't be allowed to make enemies, and there must be a limit to how bad you feel."

When Pu Liu heard such an empathetic words, instead of feeling relieved, he was extremely worried.

In an instant, the green shirt was as misty as smoke, and in the next instant, Chen Ping'an had reached out to hold Zhong Chang's head, which was leaning against the wall, unable to move.

Chen Ping raised his arm, with five fingers like hooks, directly "pulled" the natal flying sword of the credit knife man from the key aura, and then clamped the pocket flying sword with his two fingers.

The back of Chong Chang's head knocked a hole in the wall, and the opponent used an unimaginable and treacherous method to strip off a natal flying sword on the spot, which made Zhong Chang lose his mind for a moment.

Chen Ping narrowed his eyes and said: "The rank is good. If you put it on the Great Wall of Sword Qi, you can be rated as a second by the Summer Palace."

Pu Liu stared blankly at the incident over there.

A Golden Core Sword Immortal with a layer of Mohist identity, against Chen Jianxian, he is like a chicken cub, the difference between victory and defeat is inevitable, but you Zhong Chang will be able to parry one or two?

Chen Pingan asked: "Fei Jian's name?"

Zhong Chang said slowly: "Evil posthumous title."

Chen Pingan suddenly realized, "You, a creditor, have done a good deal."

Some of the children of the Po Ma family are indeed very hopeful to be granted posthumous titles by the imperial court.

Chong Chang said: "Chen Shanzhu relies on the realm, there are no taboos, nothing to fear?"

Chen Pingan asked: "Does private posthumous title count?"

Chong Chang shook his head.

Chen Ping snorted, "That's why I read it wrong. This flying sword has a very low rank, and it can't even enter the C-rank of the Summer Palace."

Chong Chang said: "I know very well that Chen Shanzhu is the last hermit official of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and he is in charge of sitting in the summer palace, so there is no need to remind me of this important status repeatedly, so as not to scare me."

"It's interesting to say that, you and I are both sword cultivators, need to scare people with words?"

Chen Ping's **** increased the force, and the flying sword's "evil posthumous post" showed signs of being broken from it, and the sword repairer Zhong Chang who was involved in the Dao was stirred up and suffered a lot.

Zhong Chang's face changed slightly.

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "When I was at the top of the city, I frightened Lizhen and Liubai sword cultivators to amuse them. You are still cleaning the toilet in Mafu."

Zhong Chang looked at the natal flying sword that had a crack in it.

Chen Pingan said: "I mentioned the Great Wall of Sword Qi and the Summer Palace to you to remind you how to save yourself. For example, tell me that you have been to the Great Wall of Sword Qi before."

Chong Chang said, "I went there when I was young."

Chen Ping choked for a moment, fell silent for a moment, and scolded his mother.

Zhong Chang said: "Don't you, Mr. Yinguan, verify the authenticity?"

Chen Pingan was too lazy to speak, just let go of his fingers and returned Feijian.

Chong Chang put the flying sword in his natal qi house to nourish and refine it, took out a elixir from his sleeve, threw it into his mouth, chewed it carefully, and said slowly: "I remember that Mi Yu was still in Yuanying state at that time. He has a nickname of "Meeting the waist, and I have seen him draw a sword from afar on the battlefield, and his reputation is well-deserved."

Chen Ping waved his hand, "I'll talk about this debt later, you can leave the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom. As for the debt owed to you by the Ma family in Xinghua Lane, how to collect the debt in the future is up to you."

Chong Chang asked: "Just because I have been to the Great Wall of Sword Qi, Chen Jianxian, who is already on the verge of going mad, has become so talkative?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said, "The old man has such a stinky mouth, he must have been beaten in the Great Wall of Sword Qi, right?"

Chong Chang said: "There will be a period later."

Chen Pingan said, "No need."

Zhong Chang glanced at the two coffins on the other side of the main room.

Chen Pingan asked: "Are you going to help me to intercede? It's not impossible, you Chong Chang have been to the Great Wall of Sword Qi twice?"

Chong Chang said: "If I remember correctly, there used to be an old man in your hometown who often used it to scare children. Men and women "sacrifice the kiln", and the porcelain fired from this kiln will be more vivid."

Chen Ping smiled and said, "As expected of a sword cultivator who has been to the Great Wall of Sword Qi."

Chong Chang looked dazed, "It's a pity that I couldn't say a word to the boss Sword Immortal."

The next moment, Zhong Chang left the town, but it was not the Wusha Lane Ma Mansion where he returned to, but a back alley near the Yongjia County Government.

On the side of Xinghua Lane, the two survivors, Ma Yan and Qin Zheng, were strangled by Chen Ping'an and dragged all the way to the Golden Goose Kiln outside the town, where they were thrown into the kiln fire.

Just like Xiao Xing leaked the secret to Yu Qing, Chen Pingan really carefully created a series of fantasy worlds.

Roughly divided into main volume and sub-volume.

For example, Chen Pingan built another Great Wall of Sword Qi.

This is the place where Chen Pingan traveled repeatedly alone. In addition to the city, the sword fairy's private residence outside the city is also vivid.

But there are only mansions, streets and alleys here, but no one.

Huaihuang County, but three places are missing, Niping Lane, Old School, and Yang Family Medicine Store.

A imitation of Bai Yujing.

Beiju is the boundary of Luzhou Ghost Creature Valley.

There is also a ruins of Luzhou Xianfu in Beiju, but the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain is missing. This place was named Xingting Six by Chen Pingan.

A capital city of Yuxuan Kingdom. The construction of this place is of course due to Wu Di, a Taoist priest who set up a stall.

These are all on the list.

The main book of heaven and earth, a total of thirty-six.

Previously, I took Xiaomo to visit the Yaolou in Tongyezhou Town, during which I saw twelve phantom worlds carried by twelve sycamore leaves.

These all belong to the sub-book world.

There are seventy-two in total.

The largest is the imitation Baiyujing with five cities and twelve floors. It's just that it's still very rough for the time being. According to the lingo of antique shops, it's just a fake look.

The one with the smallest area is the Lugong Temple where Chen Ping'an and Lu Chen competed in acting skills. Because the site is small, it looks more open and more authentic than the real one.

In a riverside fish market located in a prefecture on the border of Hongxing Country, Ma Bi lifted up the red hijab of the beautiful woman with a phoenix crown and xiapei. He actually knew that her elder brother Ma Chuan also liked her, but she liked herself. This kind of thing , can not be modest. The brothers partnered to open a martial arts gym. In addition to opening the gym to recruit disciples to earn a little money, the horses have no night grass or fat, and they also take turns walking darts. After more than ten years of hard work, each has earned a wealthy family. In fact, these years, the emperor has been ignorant, his relatives are in power, and the price of selling officials and nobles is clearly marked. The people are not living well, and it is not easy to travel outside. It’s just that Ma Chuan went back to his home when he walked the darts last time. Those martial arts students who also served as dart masters seemed to have lost their souls. It turned out that they passed two rural villages, and they were full of corpses. Killed by a sharp weapon, not to mention his elder brother Ma Chuan was scared out of his wits, Ma Bi's scalp became numb just listening to this, the key is to judge the bandit by looking at the unattended bones according to his elder brother The strikers are extremely well-trained, and they are by no means comparable to ordinary horse thieves and rogues. The brothers made up their minds in private and felt that it was necessary to move their family to Fucheng as soon as possible. After all, there was a saying in their hometown that if there is a small chaos, avoid the city, and if there is a big chaos, avoid the village. After all, no matter how chaotic the world is, it won't be so chaotic and full of gunpowder and chaos, right?

On this day, a convoy went to Fucheng, of course it took the official route. A group of young martial arts disciples escorted them, and the head of the bodyguard was an old man named Shen Ke.

A feathered arrow pierced through the air, piercing Shen Ke's head in an instant. In the past, dozens of young and strong old people who could not get close were killed on the spot and fell off the horse's back.

In the distance of the official road, there appeared a well-armored elite cavalry blocking the road. Someone sat high on the horse's back, twisted an arrow from the quiver, drew the bow like a full moon, and pointed at the horse bi from afar.

It seemed that a rider beside him said something. This time, the arrows shot by the fine rider were no longer aimed at the head or chest. Most of the arrows were accurately nailed into the abdomen or legs of Ma Bi and his party.

Afterwards, the fine horse galloped up, or drew its knife out of its sheath and added a knife, or held a long spear, and stabbed the shoulder or the palm of the hand, still deliberately not causing fatal injuries.

Ma Bi's shoulders were flattened and his entire arm was chopped off. In an instant, blood poured out. Ma Bi staggered, just in time to see his brother Ma Chuan being shot into his crotch. Take Ma Chuan a few feet away. Ma Bi's only remaining arm was chopped off by the next rider, and then the third rider who was familiar with bow horses reached out and grabbed the bun. Ma Bi's feet were off the ground, and he was dragged backwards just like that. Ma Bi looked at In the gray sky, these bandits, officers and soldiers who carelessly ignore human life? This world...

Before he died, Ma Chuan had only one obsession, that it would be great if there were ghosts in the world, as long as he became a ghost, he must avenge them.

Wearing a crown of white horns, the green-clothed maidservant named Chunwen followed the old woman on horseback to the other party's humble house with a dull expression.

In the end, she saw a woman in a sarong who was cleaning up the dishes, and that sitting at the table humming a little song... Ma Chuan? !

When Ma Chuan saw her, she had a different charm with his own wife. If they were sleeping together... Ma Chuan felt a little hot when he thought of this, and began to beat around the bush, showing that he was the private tutor of Mr. Zhao's family, a wealthy family. A scholar with a serious reputation. Chun Wen didn't like Ma Chuan and Qiu Yun's flirtatiousness at all. Hearing Ma Chuan's flamboyant words and that unruly scorching gaze, an unknown fire ignited in her heart. , directly poked Na Ma Chuan's eyes blind. She snorted coldly, and lightly shook the blood on her fingers, not looking at the poor man who was rolling all over the floor, howling ghosts and howling, and that seemingly gentle and cowardly woman, she was just curled up on the kang, mending old clothes under the lamp , lowering her head and biting a piece of thread, she was worried about her husband being blind, how could she become a school teacher tomorrow, and earn the monthly salary of eight renminbi, and she would have to live a miserable life of being so poor that she couldn't solve the problem for a long time. The old woman sighed, provoked the wick, and repeated the same old tune, the girl was wrong again. Chunwen's eyes blurred, and she stood outside the hut again, and the old woman pushed the door open again and said with a smile, the girl has arrived, and the humble house is simple, so don't dislike it.

The female sword attendant named Qiuyun from the Ma Mansion could no longer tell who she was.

Changing identities several times, it seems like a lifetime away. In the latest "previous life", she was a person who fell from a building whose family suffered catastrophe on a rainy night and could not bear the humiliation.

She is now in a mansion of a wealthy family, the houses are connected to each other, and there are corridors on all sides. In rainy and snowy weather, she does not need to open an umbrella, and her shoes do not get wet when she walks in it.

The good world of singing and dancing to promote peace, the family sings and sings every night, the banquets are endless, the dishes are delicious and delicate, and the delicacies that cannot be eaten, and the delicious wines that are as moist as the throat, are too numerous to count.

She is the daughter-in-law of the eldest son, her father's surname is Zhao, she seems to be a wealthy gentry, and I heard that the family will soon hire a school teacher named Ma, who is the husband of a embroidered lady hired by the family. And the embroidered lady who still has the charm, has often met her these years and taught her, the daughter of the Zhao family. Although she lived in her boudoir, she also heard some gossips behind her back, saying that the embroidered lady had an unclear relationship with many men in the house, so that she walked out of a certain place with messy hair from time to time. Need to change clothes.

At the moment, Zhao Qiuyun is being served by a maidservant, dressing up in front of the mirror. The beauty in the mirror has a round skin, fair skin, thin and curved eyebrows, and plump skin. The maid beside her wears Cui Ru, whose name is Yuemei.

In the palace of the Red Apricot Kingdom, the imperial lady who was lucky enough to enter the palace to meet the empress, saw the man in the dragon robe lift up the curtain, and they all took off their skirts and piled them on their ankles. There is still a woman smiling coquettishly and calling Your Majesty, picking up her clothes with her toes. Only the female No. 1 Scholar couldn't speak, she showed a look of fear, this time she didn't try to explain who she is in various ways, she ran straight to the door, even though she was dragged by women or eunuchs several times before And back, it's better than waiting here to die, life is worse than death. This time she ran a long distance, but bumped into someone in the imperial garden. She looked up, couldn't help being surprised, and vaguely remembered his identity. She hurriedly gestured with her fingers and wrote four characters in the air , "Sir, save me!"

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged scribe who seemed to be the teacher of his own school, just reached out and grabbed her slender hand, persuading her: "Learn literary and martial arts, and you will be the emperor's family. You are the number one female scholar, and if you become a concubine, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds?" , Guangzong Yaozu?"

She subconsciously called out the other party's name, and angrily said: "Jiang Gui, you are simply a beast!"

The middle-aged scribe suddenly smiled and said: "Who do you think those imperial wives are, you really can't remember them? Which one is not the woman you miss day and night, which one is not the mistress in your mind?"

On HD Road, there is an inn by the side of the road, and there is an old pagoda tree in the courtyard, with luxuriant branches and leaves, dark green soaked in window screens.

A middle-aged Taoist priest was holding a dust whisk in his hand and carrying a copper coin sword. The Taoist sat cross-legged under the eaves, waiting patiently for the shopkeeper to cook a pot of yellow rice.

The two new guests are both scholars who came to Beijing to rush for the exam. They put down their salute bags in their respective rooms, and saw that the middle-aged Taoist priest was quite immoral, so they became interested in chatting.

The Taoist turned his head, stroked his beard and said with a smile, "You Daoist Yu, Brother Yanshan, don't come here without any harm."

Yu Shiwu stretched out his hand to touch the space between his eyebrows. For some reason, he felt a headache.

Ma Yanshan wondered: "Could it be that the Taoist priest recognizes us? Or is it the magic of the fairy family who has not predicted the prophet?"

The Taoist twisted his beard and said, "The poor Taoist recognizes your predecessors."

Ma Yanshan naturally didn't believe this kind of nonsense, and joked: "Is the Taoist priest the so-called expert in the world?"

The Taoist waved his whisk, pointed to a nest of ants under the acacia tree, changed his hands on the whisk, and said slowly: "Buddhist Consciousness-Only School attaches great importance to the cultivation of the seeds of initiation. When it comes to all species, its establishment Seeds are intended to break all kinds of false plans such as one cause of many causes and no causes of heretics. The first volume of the "Langa Sutra" talks about two kinds of smoke, and the second volume of "Mahayana Commentary" explains that all dharmas are born and destroyed according to that defilement. , Alaya consciousness has the causal nature capable of giving birth to all dharmas, which is called Xunxi. The verse in the quotation says that all dharmas are born of Xunxue, and all dharmas come from one another, different familiarity and turning consciousness, and they are born by each other. "Awakening Faith "On" talks about the meaning of fumigation, just like the clothes in the world do not have fragrance. If people fumigate them with incense, they will have fragrance. The so-called fumigation refers to the seeds that the first seven consciousnesses drop in the field of alaya consciousness. Like many plants in this world, they form seeds and fall into the soil. There are many people who die from the evil realms and die in the evil realms, as much as the earth, and those who die from the evil realms and die in the good realms are as few as the soil on the claws. Therefore, the human body is rare, and after death, people fall into the earth. Those who are in the three evil ways are like the earth, and those who can get a human body are like the soil on the claws. I once saw a story in the "Miscellaneous Agama Sutra". Head, there is driftwood in the sea, there is only one hole, drifting on the waves, going east and west with the wind. The Buddha told Ananda, the blind tortoise driftwood, although it is wrong again and again, it may be found again. It is very difficult for a foolish ordinary person to drift in the five realms and temporarily return to the human body. Hey, the "Tiwei Sutra" also said that if a person is on the Mount Sumeru with a thin thread, and the other person is holding a needle shadow, there is a swirling haze and a strong wind, and the blowing thread is difficult to enter the needle hole, and the human body is extremely rare. Therefore, The rareness of a human body can roughly be understood as a dilemma. In terms of quantity, beings in the evil realms are like the earth, and beings in the good realms are like the soil on nails. In terms of possibility, getting a human body is like a blind turtle drilling a floating hole in the sea. The human body is already rare. Human life is hard to come by again.”

Yu Shiwu sighed.

I remembered it all.

"The township and dreams are narrow, the water and the sky are wide, and the bright moon is cool and the precious fan is free. I have a way to get rid of doubts. If you want to stop drinking, keep your eyes open and see the intoxicated."

The middle-aged Taoist pointed at the locust tree with his whisk, and said with a smile, "Huaihuangzhou, Hongxing Country, the ants in that nest are all named Ma."