Chapter 292： Alley rainy night

The castle towers over the green hills and green waters. Above the gates, if you don't look at it, you won't find the heights of the gates. The left and right sides are each posted a quaint symbol of a yellow paper. Chen Ping’s eyesight is good, and it is to observe the subtle temper. I immediately saw these two less conspicuous characters, and turned to look at the land, the latter is busy chatting with the woman, Shu Xiang, the past. Chen Ping will silently write down the pattern.

There are thousands of species in the world, and the genre is miscellaneous. It is qualified to be honored as Fuzheng Authentic. There are only three, and the Middle China Shenzhou Longhushan Tianshifu is one of them. The other two veins are in Lingbao School in Nanpo Weizhou, and This land on the foot of Chen Ping, Tong Ye Zong of Tongyezhou.

Chen Pingan and Lu Tai, two uninvited guests, were placed in a unique courtyard on the east side of Feiyingbao. He Ya personally led the two to go to the residence.

I often say goodbye to the two brothers, and say goodbye to them. I have an appointment to stay in peace and have a good rest today. There will be a banquet in the main building tomorrow night. I hope that Chen Ping’s land will be on time.

Feiyingbao's central bluestone main road leads directly to the main building. The rest of the streets are criss-crossed, and the yellow earthen lanes make Chen Pingan return to the hometown of Ninghuaxiang, Mujiaxiang, where the neighbors are the eagle who lived here for generations. The children of the castle, but the lanes here are clean and tidy compared to the mud bottle lanes of the chicken manure and shit. Almost every household has planted peach and apricot flowers, children who run around and fight, or take small bamboo swords. Wooden knives, competing with each other, or riding a bamboo pole horse, driving and driving, they saw the old governor He Ya, not afraid, stopped, called a Mr. He, there is a model for the ceremony, soon Just roaring away, the childlike laughter echoed in the lane.

After leading the landing platform and Chen Pingan, the old manager of a book was quickly going to the top of the main building and saw the main lord of Feiyingbao Fort.

Fuyang is a beautiful man with a face like Guanyu. Although he is no longer young, he is already a little white, but he has added the style of Fuyang. In the final analysis, he grows well. No matter how men and women are, they are right. Not good-looking, it is probably all sin.

Liyang sat on a sleek Luohan couch and reached out to indicate that Heya was seated. The old manager looked down at the boots full of dirt, smiled and shook his head, and moved to sit next to the chair.

Fuyang frowned: "He Shu, how did you lead two outsiders into the Flying Eagle Fortress? Are they related to the immortal teacher on the west side of the mountain?"

He Ya reluctantly said: "Is there any relationship, it is not easy to say for the time being. When we arrived, there was no movement. It is estimated that the war ended. The immortals were removed. I secretly left two people to look for clues. However, it has not been found, it should be the winning party, and the secret of the fairy godmare is hidden."

Liyang smiled bitterly: "If the two young people are really legendary immortals, it would be fine. I asked the people who are looking for someone to go to the world. It’s already nearly a month late, I let When people went to the secret letter and asked why the seniors had not arrived, they received a reply from a friend of the Beijing city. He was very reprimanded in the letter, saying that the fairy on the mountain was high, and the dragon was not seen. At the end, it is the Jingcheng’s unspeakable side of the capital. He is able to deliver the export letter, and finally let the immortal nod to promise to help. It’s already a blessing. If you have to take the inch, you will annoy the immortal, and be careful and turn into a disaster.”

Fuyang was full of sadness and asked softly: "He Shu, you are the old rivers and lakes, know some things on the mountain, how do you feel about this? Have you been waiting for it? There have been strange things in the castle over the years, if there are another one or two Pieces, it really wants paper to hold the fire. At that time, people must be worried, how is it?"

He Yazhen smashed the railway: "The friend of the Fortress, the words are true, the Xianjia on the mountain is heart-to-heart, the temperament is unpredictable, and we ordinary people can't speculate, we can only wait honestly."

Liyang sighed, grabbed a jug, and took a sip of the sorghum that was brewed by Feiyingbao. "That's waiting. But the Eagle Fort is really unfortunate. If not, where will I go?" Let you go to the mountains to take risks and take the initiative to ask for what you are practicing. I thought about luck, and met a high-ranking man who would be a good man, a dead horse as a living horse doctor, help us to solve the troubles of Flying Eagle Fort, it is scattered It is worthwhile to make a living."

He Ya hesitated for a moment, and he said with care and caution: "The reason why I invited the two people into the Eagle Fort is that I think that although they are not very young, they may be the sons of a certain mountain. This is a tour of the rivers and lakes. On the way, I carefully observed their breathing, footsteps and facial features. The white robe boy with the sword was mostly obedient, and the younger son left, it was not a vulgar master, and his temperament was too good. It’s too good.”

Fuyang Fushou said with a smile: "It's no wonder that Shutou's head is going to stick to him. It seems that he is in the same eye. It's good, good vision, and it is my daughter."

Because of the appearance of the green shirt, the old man evoked many rivers and lakes, and smiled: "I used to walk along the old fortress masters. I have only seen two or three people. I can have this similar weather. One is the present Jingcheng Liu. The Privy Council, in the early years, was only a scorpion, and the color of the wine was not taboo, but the distinct essence was restrained, but it was a self-destructive means of blinding the world."

"There is another sinus sinensis that is arrogant and sinister. In fact, there were not many people who were optimistic about Dou Zizhi at that time. It was only an ordinary genius. It was not considered to be a chicken. But the old Fortress decided at the time that the Shenxiang Guojiang Lake, Dou Zizhi had to It has occupied 30 years of glory. The old fortress owner has a unique vision."

"The last person, I don't know the name and origin of the person. At that time, I went to the mountain with the old fort to enjoy the sunrise. After the summit, I found a white man breathing over there, waiting for him to discover us. I smiled and nodded with a smile. When I got up, I disappeared. I have no trace. I want to know that it is a mountain of high mountains. Besides the gods or the fairy swords, how can I go down the mountain?"

The old man sighed and sighed, but he also looked good.

It’s just that at the end, it’s still a bit blank.

They are in the rivers and lakes, so big, the sects are standing, the battle between right and wrong, life and death, humiliation, the children of the rivers and lakes, the righteous words are all in the head.

In the end, is it just a small otter in the eyes of some people?

If you want to cross the past, it is the thing that they lift their feet. If they are too lazy to lift their feet, if they go down, they may step on the water and splash the waves.

Xiangyang listened to the fun, invisible, and the feeling of stagnation was a bit harsh, and asked with a smile: "He Shu, how could you not talk about this before?"

The old man ridiculed himself: "Let's talk about what to do, the hero does not mention the courage of the year, and then said, He Shu, I have never lived in this life for a day and a half, and the old fortress owner who smashed the spirit of the official statue, that is a true hero. I am a true hero. It will also give the old Fortress a backpack, give you a horse, and then fight for a few more days, and then give the Shaobao master a wedding, this life will be content."

Xiangyang said with emotion: "Is the immortal really able to prove longevity?"

The old man smiled and said: "When the gods introduced by the owner's friend come, let's ask."

Lutai is quite satisfied with this courtyard. It is located at the end of the alley, the environment is quiet, and the walls in the yard are covered with ripples.

Then Lutai looked up and waved at the distant eaves. On the ridge, a flying eagle’s child gasped. The cat’s waist went down the roof, and he ran to report on his affairs. His whereabouts have been noticed. If you wait, I am afraid that it will be mistaken for a happy, very likely scorpion.

Chen Pingan sat on the stone bench and whispered: "I think it's a bit strange here."

Lu Tai did not care, casually said: "Reassured, I just find a comfortable place to recuperate, never provoke things, as long as you don't get caught up in my head, no matter what happens outside this yard, I am too lazy to control."

Chen Pingji took off two old symbols from the gate of the Eagle Fortress, and extended a finger to draw a scoop on the crochet. He asked, "Do you know what it is?"

Lutai went to the house to look for tea sets. Since it was sent to the village, it was necessary to go to the village to follow the customs. Both of them did not carry parcels and bags. It was not easy to take things out of thin air. Instead of rummaging through the cabinets, the land platform moved out of a set of objects, and then Holding a small bucket to go out, and Chen Ping said that it is going to pick the water, only to pass a well, it is a bit interesting, originally the well water is the most inferior brewing water, but the well water there, the water quality is excellent. Maybe there will be an unexpected surprise.

As for the Fu Xi, Lu Tai said straightforwardly, where he has the ability to know all the styles under the sun, the two on the gate, the veins are unknown, it may be the side door of the Tong Yezhou Fu School, anyway, the standard is not Too influx, the aura has long since disappeared, and it is only a fool of the hawks who don’t know the goods. It’s a fool to be a baby, and it’s estimated to be a peace of mind.

Chen Pingan always felt that Feiyingbao had a faint scent of smoldering, and couldn’t get rid of it, but it was not worth mentioning compared to the black smoke after the evil monk broke the pottery.

Lutai came back with this empty bucket.

Chen Pingan asked: "Why, well water is not suitable for cooking tea?"

Lutai licks his mouth. "The feng shui of Feiyingbao obviously gives people hands and feet. The well water is extraordinarily-gloomy. Not to mention that it is boiled tea, that is, boiled water for cooking, and that the yang is not heavy enough, and it will be troublesome. However, the problem is not big. I guess that in the past 20 or 20 years, the girl who gave birth must be much more than the boy. If it continues for a long time, it will be fading."

Chen Pingan frowned.

Lu Taixiao asked: "Whatever?"

Chen Pingan glanced at him. "Don't mention that the rivers and lakes are blaming the rivers and lakes. We don't know anything about it now. Is it helping people or harming people?"

Lu Tai smiled and said: "Then I am relieved, I am still afraid that you will be on the top of a **** blood.

Chen Pingan did not have a good air: "I have no knife."

Lutai lost the bucket on the side, and after his hands were negative, he looked at Chen Pingan with a sigh of relief. He said: "Hey, Chen Pingan, yes, now I will tell jokes."

Chen Pingan laughed.

Start practicing six steps in the yard.

Lutai sat on the steps, looked up and looked at the sky, gently waving the bamboo fan, "It will rain."

In the twilight, there will soon be a pouring rain, as soon as it arrives.

The ticking, falling on the stone table in the yard, in the alley, between heaven and earth.

Chen Pingan wears a robe of golden robes. He doesn't have to worry about getting cold. He doesn't even have to worry about the soaking of his clothes. He continues to practice punching, and every time he punches, he suddenly breaks the feeling of rain and makes Chen Pingan indulge in it.

In order to hide from the rain, Lutai is already sitting at the door of the house. Although it is autumn and autumn, the weather is cool, but he still shakes the fan over there, either in a daze, or occasionally glances at Chen Ping’s boxing.

Lu Tai saw Chen Pingan turning from practicing boxing to practicing swords. It is still the odd number of roads with a virtual sword.

Lu Tai smiled and said: "The ancients saw that it was raining. It has always been regarded as the world-crossing, the yin and the yang, and the Thai thoughts. It is really interesting. I don't know how future generations will treat us."

Chen Pingan did not speak, and Lu Tai often said such a god, do not bother.

That night, the room in Lutai had turned off the lights and went to sleep.

Chen Pingan read the night as usual, and read the "Shan Haizhi".

The window is still full of heavy rain, such a big rain, rare.

Chen Ping’s ear fretting, faintly heard the lane outside the yard, and the laughter of the child’s chasing after the fight.

After a while, Chen Pingan had just turned over a page of books, and then heard a small woman voice outside, like a cry.

Chen Pingan was indifferent, and then there was a series of old man’s coughing sounds, and he gradually went away.

You know, this yard is at the end of the lane, it is a broken road.

Chen Pinghe closed the book in his hand and picked up the sword on the table. While drinking, he walked out of the house and opened the door. Suddenly, it seemed that the rain between the heavens and the earth was blood.

After blinking, it returned to normal. Except for the cold weather, there was no difference in the water around the small courtyard.

Chen Pingan moved the chair and sat outside the threshold. He was slightly out of the air, and he was indulged in pure restraint. He slowly flowed all over the body and quietly blocked the rain from the face.

There was a bang in the courtyard door that knocked at the door.

Chen Pinggang just got up and went to open the door.

The knock on the door suddenly stopped.

After three times, Chen Pingan simply did not care, and began to practice the sword furnace.

After a scent of incense, the heavy rain gradually stopped and turned into a drizzle of drizzle.

There was another invisible sound from the door of the courtyard.

Chen Pingan opened his eyes and sighed. He took out a yellow paper-made pagoda town demon from the sleeves, stood up and slowly walked to the door of the courtyard.

The yellow paper symbol of the fingertips is shining, giving off golden light, such as a round of sun to tear the night.

Lutai suddenly opened the door and yawned and said: "Hurry up and collect it. If you accidentally, you will scare the ghost."

Chen Pingan ignored this cold joke.

He is about to open the door, first of all, no matter what, first throw this symbol into the alley and say the other.

Lu Tai reminded: "Don't be a stunned snake."

Chen Ping thought about it. He still went straight to the courtyard door. After pulling out the door bolt, the smoldering scent, the muddy alley outside the door, there was no one, but there was a whisper, and it was floating around, and the ground would follow. A variety of footprints.

Chen Pingan turned and posted Fu Wei on the door.

Before entering the door, I turned around and found that there was a big one and two people in the distance, all dressed in plain white linen, the child did not turn, but "twisted" the whole head, against Chen Pingan Look, crack your mouth, laugh silently.