Chapter 475： Water blockage is not as good as

After Chen Pingxiao laughed, he held a fist: "Mr. Hong Lao, I met again."

The old man is like the same year, the spirit is shimmering, the person who cultivated the Tao, for several years, it is indeed a flick of a finger, the face is not attenuated.

I saw the green-shirted swordsman who took off the fight. The old man named Qingyangbo, who is known as Hong Yangbo, became more and more puzzled. The business of Qingfangfang was a unique one at the Xianjia Ferry in Dilongshan. People came and went. It’s normal, but the gods’ money is more on the first floor. There are not many guests on the second floor. There are even fewer people who sit down and do business. If the old man’s guests should remember, they should squat. The young man in the front of the Ranger costume is really born, but why is it so different?

Only the visitor was a guest, and he called himself an old gentleman. Hong Yangbo sat in a fist and returned to the ceremony. Then he reached out and gestured to his seat. He smiled and asked: "I don't know if the customer wants to buy or sell?"

Chen Pingan moved to sit down on the antique red-brown chair. These should be the work of the women in the Qing Dynasty. Of course, they will deliver water and needles, and things will not be busy. After the business is completed, there will be a lottery. In particular, after making the guest a regular customer, Qingyifang has another bounty. Chen Pingan remembers that the woman’s name was Cui Ying, but Chen Ping’s plan did not buy or sell the object. Otherwise, she would ask Cui Ying not to be in the downstairs. It’s a fate, let alone look back, the business of the year. The three of them and this Qingfangfang are all happy, and they are open to the door. This is a fragrant fire. Those who practice, believe in these.

When Chen Pinggang was about to sit down, he wanted to close the door. The old man waved: "No need to close the door."

Chen Pingan hesitated for a moment, still following the instructions of the old man, sitting back to the position, laughing: "I am coming to Longshan Ferry, just take a look at Mr. Hong Lao. The old gentleman may not remember, I was there, A big man, a young Taoist, three people in the shop of the old gentleman, selling a few things..."

When the old man patted the table, he smiled and said: "Remember, the bamboo chopsticks are the ones that you sold to the old man! Good guys, you can be regarded as a big wish of the old man in his early years. Usually there is nothing to take out and play. The pair of bamboo chopsticks is like the blue silk that touches the lady of the green **** Mangosteen..."

The old man did not continue to talk about it, and probably felt that he was too far from seeing.

Zhang Shanfeng sold a pair of bamboo chopsticks from Qingshen Mountain here, which gave the old man a high price. Because the old man’s heart is good, there are quite a few premiums.

The old man was very open-minded, remembered something, and got up and shouted: "Love, hurry up and get tea!"

Soon, a woman dressed in a colorful palace dress, came from the corridor with the national coat of colored clothes, handed a cup of hot tea to the two, and the woman with a graceful body The house, not far away, is waiting at the door.

The old man is the old man of Qingfangfang. Half a hundred of the time is confessed here. If you encounter a guest with no eyes, you often don’t have a good face. If you love to buy or sell, you can’t sell it, but for those who are pleasing to the eye, it’s the open-minded personality. And enthusiastic and familiar, otherwise I would not talk about the end, but also made a small bet with Xu Yuanxia.

The old man smiled and asked: "Where is the eye-catching big man? Why didn't you come? The gambling that was made in the past was that the old man lost. That time, I bought the Wuyue bowl of your ancient country, which caused the loss of Qingfangfang. Some money, but these are not important. It is inevitable that there will be a loss in doing business. Besides, the old man is good at identifying bronzes, calligraphy and paintings, and the good things in the wood. Miscellaneous, occasionally eye-catching, not surprising. Just owe the man a wine. Can't always owe it, what is a head? The old man doesn't like to owe someone, how much is a little worry about the heart, not as the old man asks you to go outside the Qingfangfang to find a good place, drink a drink? Is it still on?"

Chen Ping shook his head and smiled: "This wine is still waiting for my friend to come and ask Mr. Hong Lao."

The old man was helpless, and suddenly his eyes lit up. "The last time you were at this shop, you just sold it. In fact, some old people are not willing to show up the goods, open the door, do you want to have an eye addiction? You don't have to buy, the old man is not the kind. People, it is rare to meet the acquaintances who are willing to deal with, to show up and show off, but also let the baby breathe, and it is not a golden house, not seeing people."

Not waiting for what Chen Ping said, the old man had already got up and started looking east. He quickly put three brocade boxes of different sizes on the table.

After the old man was carefully opened, they were a piece of royal loose smoke ink, a maid of power, and a cursive copybook.

The old man is full of pride. "These three things are on the second floor of Qingfangfang. They are also rare things. They are full of aura, not to mention muddy. The other two pieces of gas are heavy, let alone the dignitaries of the secular dynasty." It is a Confucian scholar who gave it to the Guanhu Academy.

The old man used his fingers to loosen the ink. "This piece of Shenshuiguo is made of pine smoke, not only from a thousand-year-old pine, but also from the beginning, and was sealed by the court as 'Mr. Mu Gong'. Song', once had an allusion handed down, Dahao was drunk after the mountain forest, met 'someone' to block the road, he used his hand to push the words and was not drunk, but unfortunately after the destruction of the gods, the ancient pine was also destroyed, so this piece of loose smoke, very It may be that you are alone."

The old man pointed to the muddy, but his eyes were hot. "This is the old man who bought it from a wilderness repairer in his early years. It was a big leak. At that time, he only spent two hundred snowflake money. The result was on the third floor. The identification of the predecessors, only to know that this muddy was once a set, a total of twelve, from the hand of the Chinese imperial city of Baidi City, a stunning and wonderful five-day **** fairy, was later praised as the 'Twelve stunning' fairy Hey, the wonderful power fence is a small and exquisite instrument. Only the triggering mechanism can see the true meaning. Unfortunately, the old man has not yet figured out the method of cracking, and cannot completely verify the muddy identity. Otherwise, this Things can all become the whole house of Qingfangfang, and the well-deserved town store treasure! Need to know the world, the most difficult to find the whole, and therefore the most desirable."

Finally, the old man pointed to the copybook and reluctantly said: "Compared with the former two, this object is not worth the money. It is a calligraphy before the local swordsmanship in the ancient land. Although it is a transcript, it is like the remains of Qiu Jin. It is almost impossible to lose the original, called the 哉 哉 》 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , Many, such as the hero is late, the wind and the candle is a year, it is really a word, cherish it."

Chen Pingan was interested in the piece of Shenshui Guosuo Songyan ink and power fence muddy son-in-law. It was a good idea to read it, but in the end, this 摹本本书帖, carefully looked at the words or calligraphy, Chen Pingan I have always been very enthusiastic, but his own words are almost the same as playing chess. They are not aura, and they are very rigid. However, the words are not well written, and the words of others are written. Chen Pingan still has some visions. This is due to the flaws of Mr. Qi’s three-party seal. Many of the copybooks that Cui Dongshan wrote with his handwriting, and bought on the way to the tour. This ancient print spectrum, after that in the three hundred years of the glory of the flower garden, I have seen many calligraphy in the temple, the treasures of everyone, although it is a glimpse of the time, a glimpse, but roughly means that Chen Pingan memory is profound.

Therefore, Chen Ping, who did not intend to spend money in Qingfangfang, has some heartbeats. Anyway, listening to Mr. Hong’s tone, the royal system of loose smoke and the power of the muddy son-in-law, the aura is full, certainly not cheap, but this copybook should Not too expensive.

Chen Pingan asked the price, and the old man stretched out his palm and shook.

Five small summer money.

That year, the pair of green bamboo chopsticks, this price.

Chen Pingan shook his head and said, "I can't afford it."

I don't like it. I don't want to spend five small summer money. I am in the secular market, but it is 500,000 yuan!

In the county of Meimeiguo, he bought a large cursive copybook with the madman Jiugui County, only five pots of Xianjia winemaking, full of calculations, not a small summer money.

When you buy or sell, you are afraid of goods than goods!

If there is no experience with the wine cellar in the lonely county, Chen Pingan may have just met the old chopsticks and saw the bamboo chopsticks.

The old man does not insist, knowing that the other party is making a difficult price. No matter what, this back-sword ranger can really like this cursive, and he has no money to take out the copybook.

At this time, the color-dressed woman outside the door whispered: "Mr. Hong, why don't you take out the most pressing items in this room?"

The old man laughed and said: "Love, people are not brought by you, even if I sell things in this house, there is no such thing as half a copper coin, what to pick up!"

The woman obviously has a good relationship with the elderly. She laughs: "It’s good to see the light of the guests. It’s good to see a few more eyes."

She smiled at Chen Pingan: "This son, come to this room, must be Mr. Hong Lao's pressure on the goods, do not look at the white."

Chen Pingan did not have this intention, but Hong Yangbo smiled and held out his fingers and clicked. "The elbows turned outwards, and quickly found a man to marry, saving every day to support, and we are the old man in the green square." OK, anyway, I have seen three good things, not a bad one."

The old man finally took out a square box of gold-plated silk boxes. When it opened, there was a chilly chill in the face, but there was no sense of haze, such as the winter snow, and it was just right.

Chen Pingan fixed his eyes and looked at it. There were four Tianshi swearing ghosts in the back, just like a trip.

The old man turned over the four big ones one by one and smiled and said: "There are Leigong, the electric mother, the rain teacher, the fire lord, each of them catching the demon and demons. This is a rare magic weapon that costs money to win, good-looking, too Used in the middle. There was a royal family of Zhu Ying dynasty who wanted to pay for it, but the bid was slightly lower than the old man’s expectation. It was not able to sell it. It was that the guy was too aggressive and saw the pressure of the old man. Tang goods, even if the inner secrets, but also put a look of pretentious hypothesis, the old man is upset, this little trick, put it in the market and sell it, it’s a shame to go to the old man, it’s really thrown away. After the face of the Zhu Ying Dynasty, I found an excuse and did not sell it."

The old man smiled and said: "Even if you don't buy it, you can get started. It's not an ordinary porcelain. It won't break."

Chen Pingan picked up one of the money and carefully stared at both sides. After closing his gaze, he asked, "How to sell?"

The old man said: "A set of four, do not split and sell."

The old man still lifted a palm and shook it.

Of course, it’s not five small summer money, but the rain money.

Chen Pingxiao asked: "I haven't had to discuss it?"

The old man shook his head. "Never kill the price, or you can't hold the precious money that has been passed from Weizhou."

Chen Pingan asked: "When the royal family of the Zhu Ying dynasty, was it the price of four valleys?"

The old man smiled and nodded.

Chen Pingan bitterly said: "Then I seem to be no different from him."

He also wants to bargain to the four valleys of rain money, and he also loves it, and he wants to get a sigh of relief.

Money is dead and people are alive.

After Chen Ping’s handing over the tarpaulin to Wei Wei, before the mountain went down, Wei Wei took out two pens of rain money, one for five, and Chen Ping’s own carry-on, thinking about going down the mountain, how to save the five valleys. They are all enough to cope with some unexpected situations. As for the other one, it is sent to the Shue Lake and handed over to Gu Yu to organize two Sundays and water and land courses.

If you really encounter a multicolored-golden stove in the hands of the Qingyang Palace, you will be able to spend 50 grain rains. As long as you don't involve the avenue, Chen Pingan will have no relationship with himself.

After all, it is now spending money. In addition to the two market shops in Qilong Lane, they can earn dozens of silver dollars every month. On all the hills including Luoshan Mountain, there is no **** money for the time being.

It is really no longer just spending money and not making money.

The old man smiled heartily: "It's still a little different. The old man looks at your kid's eyes. You just cut the price casually, but the old man doesn't agree."

Between Chen and Qing dynasty, the heart has a sense of heart, tentatively asked: "Don't ask Qingyifang how much to pay Mr. Hong's annual salary?"

The Longjiao County's Niujiao Mountain Baozhai, people are gone, but the buildings and stores that are costly to build are still there, and as the Niujiao Mountain with a Xianjia Ferry, this one is really suitable for trading.

The woman at the door of the house covered her mouth and laughed. There was still a laughter coming out. It can be seen how funny this question is.

If you bought the four magic treasures of the sinisters, you can't afford them, and dare to dig the walls of the Longshan Qingfangfang? I don’t know if Qingfangfang is the head snake of the Xianjiadukou in Dilongshan. It has been passed down for generations. Baozhenzhai once touched the wall here, and finally did not choose to open a shop.

Hong Yangbo also gave amused and waved his hand. "This is a matter of rest."

The old man will have to take up the golden box that is wrapped in gold silk to cover the money and cold. He never thought that Chen’s wrist would be turned over. He had put five rain money on the table. “Mr. Hong, I bought it.”

The old man said: "I really want to buy it? Don't regret it? If you go out of the Qingfangfang, you can pay for the money and goods, and you are not allowed to return it."

Chen Ping nodded.

The old man stretched out a palm, just one finger against a rainy grain, and it was loosened at the touch. It was indeed a real money on the mountain valley, and it was full of spirits, flowing and orderly, and it was not fake.

The old man asked again, "OK?"

Chen Pingan glanced at the remaining three boxes that had not been put up, and asked with a smile: "Can you add something?"

The woman at the door of the house couldn’t help but smile and turned her head.

The old man is half-truthed: "If you help me to get the wine, you can, how?"

Chen Ping shook his head and said: "This is not good. Trading is for sale."

The old man shook his head and said: "That's it, buying and selling is trading, fair prices, no color."

"Well, I didn't add any heads, I didn't add any more, I will continue to talk about it."

Chen Pingan moved slightly, and the back cover covered the line of sight on the door of the house, and the silk brocade box was included in the scale.

Finally, the old man personally sent Chen Ping to the door of the house. It is not impossible to send it to the first floor of Qingyifang. It is just a taboo, and it is easy to provoke unnecessary speculation and prying.

The old man suddenly asked: "If you promised to drink before, what do you plan to choose as a color head?

Chen Pingan shook his head. "It is the powerhouse."

The old man smiled and said: "The eyes are good, but not the best, the most valuable, in fact, that piece of Shenshui national royal system loose smoke ink, the market price of nine small summer money, according to this calculation, you originally promised to drink, in fact, a set If you are spending money, you will be bargaining for four valleys of rain money. Then I can earn half a valley of rain money. Now, it’s a half-grain rain, even if I’m deducted from the Qingfangfang, I In this life, you can drink alcohol."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "The next time my friend came to Qingfangfang, Mr. Hong Lao remembered to ask him to drink a good wine. How come it is expensive."

The old man nodded. "Be so."

After Chen Ping crossed the threshold, he said to the woman that he did not need to send it, and then he gave a boxing speech. "Mr. Hong Lao, there will be a period later."

The old man nodded his head and said, "I will not send it far away, I hope we can always do business, and the water is long."

Chen Pingan left the building and left, and the horse was slowed down on the street outside Qingyifang.

The set of money, the reason why I bought it, is to send it to Zhong Kui of Taiping Mountain.

If you are making money, you can’t come, no wonder he is safe.

Only Chen Pingan quickly turned his head and found that the woman in the colorful dress walked quickly, holding a brocade box.

After Chen Ping’s stop, the woman named Qingcai handed him the box and smiled and said: “Mr. Hong Lao is not willing to go through it, endure the pain and give love to the son. The son does not know, I took the box. At the time, it took a long time to pull out from the old gentleman."

Chen Pingan said with a smile, how embarrassing it was, but there was no ambiguity in the movements of the hands. As a result, the woman did not immediately let go, and Chen Ping gently pulled it, which succeeded.

The woman looked at the back and raised her palms, both hands empty.

She smiled and shook her head and returned to Qingyifang. Several women on the first floor saw her and bowed.

On the second floor of the Hongyangbo house, the old man stood in front of the door and smiled bitterly: "East family, I saw you personally come to tea, and scared me."

The woman smiled bleak and said: "The guest later wanted to dig you, even more shocked?"

The old man smiled bitterly.

The woman walked into the house, bent over a finger, and teased the green man standing on the cypress branches. Hong Yangbo stood by and wondered: "I don't know why the owner asked me to send the powerhouse." Hey?"

The woman plays with the lovable green boy. "This person is very likely to be the young sword fairy who appeared in Jianshui Villa."

The old man looked incredulous. "No? Even if you can get out of the five valleys of rain money in one breath, buy the set of gray-eyed ghosts to spend money, but I have seen this person in the past, then there are still at most three. Pure Wufu..."

The woman said indifferently: "Area is so big, is there only one Zhenwushan horse bitter?"

The old man is still suspicious of the letter. He does not think that the young man is the one who has returned to Songxi Guosu.

The woman suddenly said: "Don't forget, I am also a sword repairer."

The old man smiled and said: "The East is a talented genius. When he was young, he got the four-character slang of the sacred sword repair, the technique of merchants, and the path."

The woman straightened up and patted the palm of her hand. "I just found this person on the second floor of Qingyifang. I happened to wipe the ancient sword in the 'chilly' room on the third floor. My sword heart appeared a little unstable, although it was fleeting. But it’s true.”

The woman casually opened a brocade box on the table, spread out the cursive copybook, and the fingers reversed the ink, and slowly said: "I guess that person actually saw it early. I am not a niece." I was too lazy to cover up the fact that he was holding a square or a squat. Not only that, but on the avenue, I deliberately looked at the sword behind him, he was..."

When the woman looked up and her hands were negative, "How do you say that, at that moment, he is like a mud bodhisattva on the gods. Such a person, Qing Weifang sent out a few muddy sons of a small summer money, what is it? ? People are willing to accept, lead me this kind of person, Qingfangfang should burn high incense."

Speaking of this, the woman stretched out a finger and gently stroked from top to bottom, thinking that the person was against her, and that she was arrogant about Hong Yangbo.

The old man wiped his forehead sweat, did he almost miss a big blessing? It’s hard to have a drink for someone else.

The woman suddenly asked: "You said that the person does not promise you to drink, is a sword on the top of the mountain, disdain to drink with you at the same table, or really want his friend to drink with you personally?"

The old man did not hesitate: "Nature is the former."

The woman laughed. "The set of mischievous money is spent on the money. The Qingfangfang will not be here today. Hong Yangbo, next time you invite someone to drink, please expensive, um, ‘how come you are.’

The old man smiled and said, "This is a good feeling!"

Chen Pingan took the plunge. After paying the bill, he still needed an hour. He waited patiently for the ferry at the ferry, and looked up. A ferry boat was up and down, and the traffic was abnormal.

This ferry seems to be more financially rich than it was then. If Niujiaoshan can be half busy in the future, I must be able to get into the gold.

The world is rich in gold and silver, and the gods are worthy of money. They are afraid that they will not move their pockets, and that money and money will not be quiet.

This is an unintentional language of Cui Dongshan. I used to hear no feelings. Chen Ping’s now only chews some aftertaste and has an endless aftertaste.

Cui Dongshan left the letter and saw his grandfather Cui Cheng. After leaving the Luoshan Mountain, there was no news, and the mud cows entered the sea.

In addition to the words of the sneak peek, the letter can be neglected, and also talked about three major events. One thing is about the pattern of Baojuan, which involves the refining of the new mountains and five colors of soil as a life.

One is about Li Xisheng and Fu Lu Street Li, Cui Dongshan hopes that Chen Ping, the gentleman, can still care for the small treasure bottle, then you don't need to feel too owed to Li, it is best to maintain a relationship between the two sides. On the top, I have to add more flowers.

The last one is to say that there is no end to the end, a sum to take it, only to let the gentleman wait again, smashing the big, only slowly.

Chen Pingan knows what Cui Dongshan is saying.

It is his life's porcelain.

Chen Pingan’s thoughts drifted away, and at the end of autumn, the wind blew around the trees and the world was desolate.

Suddenly, someone walked quickly from the rear, almost hit Chen Pingan, and gave Chen Ping’s unseen traces to avoid it. The other party seemed to be caught off guard, and a pause, a quick step forward, and no head back.

Chen Pingan did not pursue it. It must have been that after leaving Qingfangfang, the woman was given a brocade box in the eyes of the public, causing the embarrassment of others.

Wild repairs for wealth, regardless of the rivers and lakes.

In the mountains south of Shue Shun Lake, Chen Pingan killed the evil spirits in the five realms. He couldn’t count his hands. Finally, he changed with a Jin Danye who did not count any dead hatred. However, after that, the two sides had nothing to do with each other. Chen Pingan did not go to the door to seek revenge. The other party did not rely on it, relying on the occupation of the land and the people, toss out what kind of encirclement hunting.

Chen Pingan turned his head and looked at it. There were two boys and girls who didn't fall in the autumn. They were thin and thin, and they were all short. They stood in the distance, and looked up at Chen Ping, who was looking at the horse. His eyes were full of hope. The two children held open wooden boxes and sold some small objects like porcelain bottles, small bronze statues and pictures on the mountain. They couldn't talk about any aura. In fact, they were used by the wealthy people to make miscellaneous supplies. It was not bad. It’s one or two snowflake money, but it’s quite expensive compared to the price of a market shop. This is probably the smallest package in the world, but most of these children are surrounded by local forces, and many children Is to seek a food and clothing.

Chen Pingan carefully selected a few small things, bargained for some bargains, and finally bought three small things with twelve snowflake money. One party was "perceived by Jiafu" Wadang, a pair of old pit yellow frozen old seal, Zhu Hong The twilight is more gratifying, a light-colored bowl of red material. I plan to go back to Luoshan Mountain and give it to the money. Anyway, the price of this girl is not too concerned about the price of one thing. I only want to do more.

Chen Pingan took out the snowflake money from his sleeve and put three things into his sleeve.

After thanking the two children, they turned and flew away, presumably afraid of this big head repentance.

The pace is light, joyful, and when it is far away, it slows down and whispers.

Looking at the younger faces of the two children, I was full of hope.

Chen Pinghui will smile.

In the days of Zhuzhudong, every time I ran a letter and sent a letter, I could get a copper coin from Zheng Dafeng. I thought that at that time, my footsteps at Fulu Street and Taoye Lane would only be better than These two children are still in a hurry.

Looked at the sky, Chen Pingan went to the wine cellar near the ferry to ask for a pot of Longjinjiu. When he didn’t go to the house, he sat on the side of the road. Compared with the old dragon city osmanthus brewing and the Shuji Lake Wujiu wine, it was inferior. Many, of course, the price is also low. It is said that the water of winemaking comes from a mountainside spring in Dilongshan, and the source of the aura of the whole place is Longmen. It is rumored that after the real dragon appeared in the underground dragon road, he gave a After the big swordsman's cut of a dragon's rib, after the integration into the mountains, the landscape is as strong as the spring.

Chen Pingan sipped a glass of wine, so it was so rare to swim. This time, the south is revisiting the old place. In fact, they are all on the road, and the wrenches refer to the time of returning. In fact, there is very little idleness.

Even if the horse was not bound by the reins, he still stayed in the same place, occasionally raising the horseshoe and gently tapping the slate.

Chen Pingan has always been paying attention and will not give it any chance of trouble.

Brought to the Luoshan Mountain, so that the horse who was named as the canal of Huang was companionship.

Pedestrians on the side of the ferry are often rich and expensive, and Chen Ping is drinking alcohol and watching their words and deeds silently, but with a little water, the line of sight is fleeting.

Time is long.

Chen Pingan put down the wine bowl and took the horse to the ferry.

After boarding the ship, the horses were placed, and Chen Ping began to practice six steps in the cabin. He could not lose to Zhao Shu, who taught himself the boxing.

It seems that every time I take a ferry, I fight and punch.

When Chen Ping was deeply in the middle of the night, he came to the bow of the ferry and sat on the railing, and the moon was empty. The book says that the moon is the hometown of the Ming Dynasty, but it seems that the book in the world of Haoran does not seem to say that in another world, above the city, looking up, it is the strange scene that hangs in March, the foreigners only need to look at it. , you can remember for a lifetime.

Not far away, came a pair of young men and women in Jinyi Huafu, Qingqing, me and me.

Chen Pingan took off the sword and drank the wine. Now drinking, there is no feeling of the earliest time. He also drank, drink and drink, but there is no addiction. Naturally, like drinking water when he was young.

The young couples, their skins were thin, and they didn’t expect to be in the middle of the night. There would be such a big lantern hanging on the railing. They had to go around and go further afield, telling the heart, the man’s hands were constantly moving, and the woman was ashamed. From time to time, I glanced at the unsightly lantern. I saw that the person seemed to be unaware of it. This was a relief, and the lover went up and down. After all, the tour of the teacher went down the mountain, and most of them were in the same room. It is rare to have this opportunity to be alone. They are an early appointment and sneak out of the house.

Chen Pingan simply lie down and cocked his legs, holding his hands and holding his sword.

Chen Ping’s eyes are lingering, and when he sees the distance, he stands a young man with a look of desperation, and his appearance is flat, indeed not as good as the man who is licking the woman’s ear.

Chen Pingan no longer sees more.

After the frustrated person left, soon the ship board came out with an angry old man, and the couple suddenly stood apart.

The former daring man stepped back and bowed his head. The shy and unbearable woman took a step forward and she looked directly at the elders.

The old man reprimanded and waved away.

The woman licked her face and wept, and the man was comforted.

According to the old saying, Chen Ping knew that the Songxi Guoxian monk was going to the Yunxia Mountain to observe the ceremony. Someone had just become a Jindan Dixian. As the elder of the Shanmen ancestral hall, the old man let the woman refuse to climb, only allowed her to wait at the foot of Yunxia Mountain. In the words, the old man was more inclined to the man. If there is not another outsider present, I believe that the old man is not the haiku "fox Meizi" is over.

When the old man left, the man was talking. The woman soon broke into a smile. The smiling face of the woman's pear flower after the rain, like the rain, the most infatuated.

Chen Pingan sighed gently, never diverted his gaze, just looking at the star-studded sky.

After the men and women returned to their respective houses, another person came to the vicinity of the boat bar, and lost his soul. After he sneaked and slammed the teacher's elders, he did not know whether he was guilty or guilty. He was on the side of the railing and looked at the night sky.

The man suddenly turned his head and said, "Tell you not to talk too much."

The long rivers are flowing, and the flow of life is endless.

Chen Ping did not pay any attention to the threat of the young immortal.

The man was furious. "Are you blind?!"

Chen Ping nodded gently. "Yes, I am blind."

The man stunned and said: "You are looking for death?!"

Chen Pingan slowly said: "You chat with a blind man, silly?"

The man was so angry that he made a big smog, and strode forward. He only walked halfway and suddenly stopped. When he thought of the martial arts and the rumors of the rivers and lakes, the young man gave up his temperament.

Only in this way, it seems that he is too guilty, and the young monks are uncertain. I don’t know whether to continue to provocatively, or to leave, and not to be bored.

Chen Pingan asked: "If you really succeeded in breaking up the confrontation, do you think you can win the beauty of the heart? Still feel that even if you take a step back, it is enough to hold the beauty?"

The young monks are silent.

Chen Ping sat up and turned and smiled and said: "She is your sister? Then the man that your sister likes, and the man who likes her, doesn't seem to be a good thing. You say such a woman is not terrible? Or you can Wait, wait someday, your sister is being disappointed, and you can break through the heart, you can sneak into it? After you succeed, you will abandon it as your revenge?"

The young monk clenched his fists and the blue veins burst.

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Under the careful study of the human heart, it is really boring. It is no wonder that you are a monk on the mountain. You should always ask yourself, between the heart and the field, if you don't grow crops, you will grow weeds."

The young monk’s eyes changed slightly.

Listen, this person is not a monk?

Is that just a river and lake swordsman?

Then he just glanced at the man, and for a moment, if there was a pot of cold water pouring down, it was extremely strange.

The young monk rushed away, and he couldn’t care what his face was, but he was destined to meet again.

Chen Pingan took a deep breath, and after the Shuji Lake, the method of cracking that he had come up with was still of little use. At that time, Cui Cheng’s words broke through the heavens, and the heart of the people, without the distinction between good and evil, was the most terrible place. The more terrible place, in the words of Cui Cheng, was that he was too good to remember the details, too accustomed to scrutinize the details. How expensive it was before, how much bitter it will have to eat in the future.

Water blockage is not as good as sparse.

I really have to go to Beizhou Luzhou earlier.