Chapter 747： Bingzhu Night Tour

Cheng Chaolu and Yao Xiaoyan packed up stew pots and chopsticks. One was really fond of such chores, and the other was a young age. As far as the embryo is concerned, it is almost as common as eating and drinking Lhasa, and no one will be slack. This is similar to the people who read under the mountains of Haoran.

Chen Pingan got up and handed the chopsticks to Cheng Chaolu, then looked up. It was really a cross-continental ferry traveling to Tongyezhou. The shape of the building ship, immortal air, around the ferry, the spirit was haunting, if there were murals A woman in a colorful dress on the top, the skirt of her coat floating in the sea of ​​clouds, Chen Ping's eyes were slightly fixed and looked closely. Sure enough, on the wall of the ferry, with the method of the fairy pill, there was a flying dragon girl who was finished by a master on the mountain. The narcissus electric mother is all described as a woman, lifelike, Chen Ping'an eats a long grain of wisdom on the side of the cave, and immediately puts his eyes away, as expected, one of the mural dragon girls seems to be aware of the remote prying of outsiders. She wandered her eyes, but failed to follow the traces of the clues to find the sea rune boat that was far apart. After a while, she condensed her eyes, returned to normal, and returned to silence, only the ribbon was still waving and dragging her feet. outer.

Chen Pingan helped Fu Li, and then stretched his hand against his chin. This extremely brilliant landscape formation of the ferry can help the ferry to travel through the sparse path of the aura, or through the thunder cloud rain, not too bumpy, Good looking, it looks very fairy, and very practical, it can naturally overcome the thunder and lightning.

Does the ferry belong to a sect that is mostly female monks? Otherwise, the gods such as Rain Master Lei Junyunbo, not worse than those strokes, should be painted on the wall surface, only the effect will be better.

It stands to reason that the Yulong Sect has long been reduced to ruins, and the monk is dead. Could it be that the master of the Shuijing Palace, which hangs over the mountain, hadn't taken root in the land of the Three Continents? Instead, he brought the monks back to Zongmen, and has already begun to rebuild the Yulong Sect. Was this ferry a chance from Yunqing, or was it purchased from someone? Or is this ferry from Nan Po Suo Chau, or the more remote Fuyao Chau, so it will pass here halfway? Chen Ping'an quickly calculated the wandering and turbulent Zongmen Xianjia of the two continents, and the cross-continental ferries of those two continents. Chen Ping'an was no stranger. In his early years in Chunbangzhai, there were many ferrymen who had met face to face.

Chen Ping'an was hesitant, if he wanted to drive Fu Zhou near the cross-continental ferry that wasn't too fast, the main reason was that the young children of Jianqi Great Wall, who were not involved in the world, would have an accident on the ferry and start with the fairy masters. In case of disputes, Chen Ping'an was not afraid of causing trouble, but was afraid that ... he was nothing serious and he couldn't take it.

A pure warrior who can make the peak of the nine realms and the bottleneck of the mountain will accidentally be unable to take it, and in the final analysis, naturally he can't take it.

Chen Ping'an can let a demon monk who provoked to the city go back to his hometown in the south, just because the other party and Haoran have no bitter hatred. It may not be possible to hear a few bad words from the "hometown people", and it may not be able to withstand one or two of the bad things the "hometown people" did.

He Gu saw that Master Cao was stunned and asked, "what do you want, when you see a beautiful woman, you can't open your eyes, and don't keep your soul?"

Yu Xie replied, "If you change my age, I will probably be excited. It's human nature, no wonder Master Cao takes a few more glances. Anyway, he doesn't look at the white, he doesn't touch his sister."

Chen Pingan smiled and said, "There are thousands of good-looking women, everything is just a bone."

Nalan Yudie, the little girl, took out the pen and paper on the spot and sighed. He wrote the sentence on the paper and then shook his wrist, all disappeared.

Chen Ping's was a little surprised, but still a pretty girl with a family? Are there squares around you?

Nalan Yudie. Surname, Naran. After verifying a small guess in my heart, Chen Ping'an couldn't help thinking that he could travel thousands of miles in an instant, which could make the time and the river uncontrollable, probably just the thought.

The former female monk who turned into a fairyland was mostly responsible for the inspection of the sea area of ​​Yulongzong. Chen Ping'an actually only looked at the scented sachet adornment in her waist, and she was red. When the weather rose like sunrise, she had already guessed her identity. She came from Liuxiazhou, and she was also the master of Songmu Fudi, the fairy fairy. Taixia Yuanjun Li Yu, who is good at refining and refining the various clouds and clouds of the world, is in the same vein as the Beizhou Luzhou lying on the peak. It is said that both sides are friends.

Is the world too peaceful? seems like it.

This is what Cui Ying said before, and it is also what Chen Ping's thought is in his mind.

Chen Ping'an had long been aware of his own mood problems, and thought too much about his habit. In the city head, alone, in all directions, all enemies in the world. You can't help but think of Chen Ping'an, who is still carrying the burden of a hidden official. Once I thought less, I started to say that I lost all of my inadvertently. In addition to my own death, I will also affect the general trend of the whole world, and shift to the wild world. What's more, as long as he can't die, where Chen Ping'an is willing to die, there are so many people who want to meet, scattered around the world, waiting for him to meet again one by one.

Chen Pingan asked, "Would you like to take the intercontinental ferry?"

The nine children, except for three who are not very fond of talking from beginning to end, He Xiangting, Yu Qingzhang, Sun Chunwang, and the rest are all excited. If they want to see, they do not consider the money bag of the hidden officer.

Chen Pingan reminded, "In addition to the two points mentioned earlier, when you get to the ferry, remember to hide your sword repair identity. Anyway, as long as you don't take the initiative to cause trouble, the rest have nothing to worry about. If you want to practice the sword, you can practice the sword in the house. If you want to enjoy the scenery, go out and enjoy the scenery without any taboos. "

Chen Ping'an drove the Fuzhou boat and dashed away to the cross-continent ferry boat. As soon as the thunder was struck, he flew more than a hundred miles in an instant. He caught up with the floating ferry boat with colorful ribbons, two large and small ferries, more than one hundred feet apart , Chen Ping's words in Middle-earth Shenzhou Daya said, "Can we get on board?"

The cross-continental ferry ca n’t be regarded as unresponsive. Few mountain retreats go out to enjoy the scenery. Without the noise from the ferry, they have quickly returned to their residence.

Then around the railing of the ferry, the water mist rises to a height of more than a few feet. When the cloud mist disperses, a long sword of Fulu appears, made of green bamboo material, green and dripping, green and clear, and the sword body has Danwen text, which is a lot of veins. Together, Fu Luo cut the monster. The key is the material of thousands of rune swords. It is the green bamboo produced in the bamboo sea cave. The meaning of Dao is naturally overwhelming the mountains, rivers, ghosts, and lakes. Although it is not a close branch of the ten ancestor bamboos of Qingshen Mountain, it is so many. The Green Bamboo Rune Sword is definitely sky-high. It is definitely not possible for any trans-continental ferry to buy and refining it into such a rare Rune Sword. Moreover, the Bamboo Sea Cave has historically rarely sold green bamboo to the outside world. Decayed every year, bamboo flowers blossomed into blue mud, and they would never make money from it.

Then there is only one possibility left. The Lady of Qingshen Mountain, who has never walked out of Dongtian and never appeared in the vast world, took the initiative to sell the massive amount of green bamboos in Zhuhai Dongtian, and may even give it directly to the Chinese Temple of Literature.

Therefore, if you have a chance in the future, you must go to Zhuhai Cave for a day trip.

A cross-continental ferry boat, the sword is vigorous, and the world is killing.

At that time, the cross-continental ferry to the upside-down mountain was mostly managed by Yuanying Dixian who was not weak in killing, and even there were monks from the five realms who could hide or show up to help **** the goods, just in case.

The painted women on the outer wall of the ferry boat appeared one by one, with a graceful posture ranging from three to four feet high, each holding a sword made of green bamboo and with a higher practice rank, and the tip of the sword pointed to the middle of the dressage of the Fuzhou Wufu. A young man, wearing a hat of hat and a blue shirt, with a narrow knife hanging from his waist.

Over the cross-continental ferry, the ferry monks and most of the passengers were looking at the fuzhou boat that was born. A group of little babies did not pay much attention. More attention was still on the man.

Chen Pingan raised his hand and smiled, "I can let the green bamboo rune sword, cut my palm, so as to verify the identity and then board the ship."

He Ku sighed and said, "Not a bit domineering."

Yu Xie nodded back and said, "It's very useless."

A ferry steward wearing a dark-colored robe stood on the bow, holding a pair of iron maces, but the big bearded man had a small face, but he was a little bit angry, but his words were bold and concise. He said three words, "Go away point."

Chen Pingan raised his hand high, caught a Gu Yuqian between his fingers, and returned the three words "Not bad money!"

The governor said, "A sword palm, a sword eyebrow, are you happy?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "Anyway, just ask the ferry side to be more careful, don't pierce it."

Chen Ping'an smiled and added a sentence, saying, "I'd rather kill a good job by mistake. It hurts Yinde too much. We are all generous celestial masters who don't learn from Yamazawa."

The painted dragon girl seemed to have received the orders of the ferry boat servant. She really handed out two swords. The sword light suddenly cut through the night and suddenly converged. After she received the sword, she looked down, and there were two pieces of blood condensed above the tip of the sword. The formed beads, the tip of the sword tremble slightly, the two drops of blood from the palm and the eyebrow of the Dou Han man slammed, and a woman in a colorful dress with a daffodil-like appearance and breath only re-coagulated the blood with mystery, and apparently did not notice any abnormalities. Holding the bamboo sword with the dragon girl, maybe this is even a bit of showing with the Dou Li man. After all, the other party's move is very sincere, and the blood is handed over to the refining master for identification, but it is not a matter of passing traffic. simple.

Chen Pingan waved two palms of blood into his palm.

The man in charge looked pleasant and asked, "Where did you come from?"

Chen Ping'an chose to answer with his heart, "I learned that Senior Liu Xiazhou Onion Qian has boundless Taoism, and has already killed the chaos demon clan. The territory of the Yulong Sect can be described as Haiyan Qingping, and there is no hidden danger. We went to sea and traveled to Luhua Island to see if we could meet the opportunity along the way. As for my teacher, let me mention it, walked, went to the fifth world, and there were few left. Old man. "

The mind was tight, good guy, actually a monk who pretended to be a pure warrior! Most of the dog day is that of the monk Tong Yezhou. Either a military monk, or ... sword repair. Otherwise, the physique will not be so tough as Master Wufu.

The other party ’s voice was extremely clear. Obviously it was a two-layer landscape ban on the ferry, which had little effect on its cultivation. If it was a golden immortal, the words of the heart reached the ferry, and it was not difficult for him to listen to the truth. It will never be so clear.

Chen Ping's palm lightly patted the shirt, rippling from the robe, bursting with a turquoise mist, and actively breaking a few obstacles, revealing the texture of the bamboo silk clothes on the robe from the Qingshen Mountain.

Liu Youzhou, who took the osmanthus island to Ape House, was wearing a bamboo silk coat.

This type of robe has the reputation of "cool place" and "summer resort".

In particular, practitioners who practice the two methods of wood and water are as fond of the Qingshen Mountain's bamboo robe as much as the world's monks' pursuit of that square object.

No demon monk wears the bamboo clothing of Qingshen Mountain.

Unless it is a demon with a high level of Taoism and fairy tales, it is just like hanging a mirror today, and going to the five realm monks, especially the fairyland, once you leave the seabed, do not want to hide the breath.

The big mirror is overhanging, it is a legendary makeup mirror.

If it is more good at hiding the breath of the ascending realm demon. This "color-coating" ferry is unlucky for itself, and it is for the sake of recognition. It is nothing more than a dead end, but once the big demon reveals the trail, it will definitely die.

The monk stationed in Yulongzong's former site helped revenge.

In addition to Liu Xiazhou Fairy Onion Qian, Jin Jia Zhou woman Jian Xian Song Pin, there is also a soaring land from the Middle-earth Shenzhou, personally guarding the boundary of Jiaolonggou.

The man in charge clenched his fists and said, "Offended, please board the ship."

Chen Pingan held his fist and returned the gift, laughing and said, "The wind is high on the mountain, so be careful to keep the ship stable for thousands of years."

If Chen Ping'an first showed himself in green shirts and bamboo clothes, I don't think I would want to board the ship tonight.

This is the heart. The manager smiled.

It's a talking person.

Chen Ping'an and the ferry asked for three rooms, Chen Ping's own room, and the little girl and the boy's room.

Chen Ping's demand is that the houses must be adjacent. The fairy money is easy to say, and the price is casually priced. As for whether the Caiyi Ferry needs to discuss with the guests and free up a room or two, Chen Ping'an added money to make up for the fairy masters, so that the fairy masters would not be allowed to move in vain and teach the ferry to be difficult to be a man.

There are the most people with the surname Qian.

Things went smoothly. As soon as the fairy money on the mountain becomes more valuable, the Caiyi Ferry also has a meaning of concession. Those who do business on the mountain, drive carefully for thousands of years. Of course, it is not false, but the phrase "wind on the mountain" is even more reasonable.

Chen Ping's **** pinched the sword tactics, while running the golden elements of the five elements, helping to draw a golden sword pool in both rooms.

In order to avoid the children's chats and conversations, the good people who are fed up by the ferry boat unwittingly unwittingly spy on them.

Chen Ping'an wanted to twist out a few more 箓, posted on the window, door, but think about it or give up, so as not to make the children too restrictive.

This ferry is at the foot of Xianjia Ferry at the southernmost tip of Tongyezhou, not too far from Yu Guizong.

Chen Pingan returned to his house and asked for a pot of Xianjia wine brewed exclusively in the Caiyi Ferry. He drank half a pot of wine, dipped his fingers in the wine, and wrote a line on the table. He Qinghai Yan, Shi Hesuifeng.

The last time I went to Tongyezhou, the cross-continental ferry was a treasure-eating whale with several secret areas.

Now the mountain is gone. Lutai doesn't know where he is now.

In the Great Wall of Jianqi, if Lu Tai appeared as "Liu Cai", Chen Ping's state of mind would be further aggravated. But now that he has returned to his hometown, Chen Ping'an will not shrink back.

Chen Ping'an habitually posted a defilement symbol at the window and began to walk the pile. He should be familiar with the path of this world as soon as possible.

This is the sequelae of the Great Wall of Qi and Sword Qi. In the wild world, it will be defeated. In the world of Haoran, the same is true.

For pure martial arts is a good thing, not to mention walking, or to learn from others, even every breath is practiced.

But for the monks, the situation is more awkward. If Chen Ping'an doesn't have that Wufu foundation, relying solely on Jianxiu's identity, it is estimated that he has been lying on the ground at this time. However, as long as you are familiar with the operation of Haoran's world, the impact will become smaller and smaller, but once you fight with people, there will still be many accidents. In short, Chen Ping'an is now equal to half the demon monk, who is in the world Sage Little World.

Chen Pingan closed his eyes, seeming to sleep instead of sleeping, walking slowly, watching the gate of Jianqi Great Wall for many years, relying on water milling kung fu, practicing more than three million boxing.

Before going back to Luobi Mountain, he practiced another half a million punches.

Therefore, it is still hopeful to practice tens of millions without thinking too much.

The two groups of children in the left and right rooms were left alone for a while, and Chen Ping'an continued to walk in peace.

At dawn, the Caiyi Ferry boat hovered slowly, saying that it passed the largest pearl quarry in Luhua Island and would stay for an hour. You can buy various pearls with Luhua Island monks.

As long as the ferry passengers hold a green bamboo rune sword, Yufeng can go to the Xianjia Ferry temporarily constructed at the Pearl Farm, but there will be someone leading the ferry here. The boat is gone, since I like to wander around arbitrarily, I wandered alone to Tongyezhou.

Chen Ping'an walked out of the house and went to the bow, but he didn't have the idea of ​​going to the pearl quarry. He just stood on the bow and wanted to hear some monks chat.

He had previously wanted to buy a few copies of the Shanshui Di newspaper. The reply from the ferry boat was very neat. No, if it was too much money, the ferry boat manager had a wonderful handwriting of hairpin flowers. Just a fairy money, Gu Yuqian.

This is apparently bullying a Tongyezhou monk.

Haoran Jiuzhou, the reputation of Tongyezhou monk, most of them already rotten street.

If you do n’t go to the pearl quarry to spend your fairy money, there is also a pleasant mountain thing to do on the Caiyi Ferry.

The hover position of the ferry boat is very particular. Deep down there is a place where the water veins of the sea pass by. There is the fish in the water, which can be fished, good luck, and can encounter some rare aquariums.

I just want to enjoy this fisherman's pleasure, I have to give extra money, and rent a green bamboo fishing rod made by the Xian family with the ferry, a small summer money, half an hour.

When Chen Ping'an saw the fisherman by the side of the boat, there were already two or three fishermen. He spent a small amount of money on it. He sat on the railing and threw his rod into the sea. The fishing line was extremely long. Otherwise, the business experience of the ferry would be too careless.

Chen Pingan sighed. In the past, Cui Dongshan used to talk nonsense around him, saying that the white and black characters were very meaningful, and every word was a shadow.

After so many years, until now, Chen Ping'an hasn't figured out why, but I think this statement is indeed profound.

Chen Pingan raised his head and looked toward the night, the wind and snow grew.

I do n’t know tens of millions of miles to the sky, and the sun and the moon hang in the sky, and I do n’t know tens of millions of miles to the ground.

Chen Ping'an suddenly wanted to take a look at the sky curtain, Yufeng and Jianjian were also good, and Fuzhou Ferry was also acceptable.

Just thinking of the children still on the boat, Chen Ping'an temporarily dismissed the idea.

Apart from fishing, Chen Ping'an thought more, or the conversation of those monks, but there was nothing to chew on. They were all trivial things and did not involve the world's situation.

Chen Ping's biggest worry now is that he is in the fourth dream.

Don't be that blissful means.

The greatest mystery of the white paper blessed land carefully crafted by novelists is the living beings in the blessed land. Although they are puppets, they are really spirited, and they can each think their own way according to the complicated context. It is no different from a real person. The only difference is that the blessed paper man, even a monk, is unaware of the passage of time.

Therefore, Chen Ping'an will of course worry that from the first step he stepped out of the Luhua Island Forged Cave, the people he has seen since then are all white paper, or even one person alone. .

The world is vast, in it, like a good drinker, drinking a half drunken, neither drunkenly pulled down, nor really sober, and then someone seems to be by the side, laughing and asking if you are drunk, can you drink again … How not to teach people to be perplexed.

This kind of thing can be done by Brother Cui Ying, not to mention the great Li Guoguo master of the three splendid embroideries.

Cui Ying and Cui Dongshan, the best thing is to put away the thoughts, and the thoughts will be turned into tens of millions. Once the thoughts are collected, talk about a few. Chen Ping An is afraid of everyone around him. He became a double-column white-skinned Confucian scholar, who recognized his brother and beat him again and again, but he did n’t dare to scold.

A monk laughed loudly and suddenly lifted his rod. He successfully caught a sacred fish, said to be a fish, in fact, it looks like a red turtle, the size of the basin, four eyes and six feet, with pearls on it. The man peeled off six beads and threw the fish of Lishui back into the sea. Soon there was a ferry nun wearing a Xiangshui skirt, went to buy beads, the monk got a small sum of money, smiled, and gave a high-five to a friend, the friend said to open the door, this trip to Tongyezhou, there must be an accident like.

Chen Ping's nothing, nothing at all. Good luck, but a little guilty.

Someone else caught a piece of saury that lasted longer. This time, the women in color clothes ferry boat bought the whole fish with the man, and spent three small summer money.

Chen Ping'an turned his head to look around. It was the ferry steward who was standing not far behind him.

The steward introduced himself, "Huang Lin, Wusunlan second seat worship."

Chen Pingan wondered, "Jinjiazhou Sect Gate Wusunlan? When will men worship?"

Among the dozens of Xianjia colored letterheads produced in Wusunlan, among the Middle-earth Shenzhou Xianfu and aristocratic tyrants, they have a long-standing reputation and rich resources. In particular, Chunshujian and Tuanhuajian were sold even in the early years.

Similar to the "Dragon Girl Fairy Dress in Xiangshui Skirt, Liyang Pearl on the Palm to Make the Moon Bright", as long as you can become a female fairy master and a rich girl, you are not afraid to make money. And men, if they see a lot of money, it will probably cost a lot of money for their favorite women. It seems that there is a lack of such exquisite and lovely objects on the mountain.

Huang Lin said, "There are too many dead people."

Chen Pingan froze for a moment, then turned and clenched his fists.

Huang Lin suddenly laughed and said, "A morale trainer who dares to take nine children to go to sea travels far, even if he is afraid of dying. He has blocked Daoyou from boarding the ship. He has offended many of them. Let people give a few jugs of wine to Dao friends, it should be guilty. "

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "Zodiac friendly manners."

Huang Lin smiled and left.

At that time, Chen Ping'an returned the fishing rod, returned to the house, and continued walking.

Half a month later, there was a lot of noise around the ferry, Chen Ping opened the window and found that he had encountered a mirage.

It seems that there is a big mirage on the bottom of the sea, and the exhalation has formed a large stretch of the Xianjia Palace, standing in the sea of ​​clouds, one by one, different in height, sparkling in gold, like an ancient fairyland, everywhere in the fairy house. On the roads between the clouds of the pavilions of the Xianjia Palace, the carriages and horses are covered, the stream is endless, the men and women are ancient, and the drivers are mostly burly gold men with armor, and one of the most majestic palaces, there are a few above Ten yellow cranes can't go around.

Chen Pingan had no reason to sigh.

The ordinary mirages are mostly unimpeded illusions, but this one is obviously not the case. The spirit is turning, the illusion is close to the truth. The color-clothed ferry seems to have encountered this mirage and chose to bypass without hesitation. After wanting to go around for more than a hundred miles, the mirage scene always blocked the way. There were monks in that place who didn't know the importance and the interests. They wanted to find out. They were discouraged by the manager Huang Lin, saying that this dying big mirage, hidden deep, even Immortal Onion Qian has been searching for no trace for several months, and the monster is now in the state of "Dao San", similar to the soul of a Jade Pujie monk, who has been unable to suppress his own diarrhea. Deeply trapped in the sea, the ordinary barrier-breaking talisman is useless, and the big demon did so today, most likely to be fierce. Before the demise of the avenue, he chose to fight with the ferry.

The painted women on the outer wall of the ferry appeared one by one, and the green bamboo sword array was opened, and the flying swords were like rain, breaking through the cloudiness of the phantom and vomiting, like a pocket sword boat.

In front of the ferry, a cloudless palace queuing appeared out of nowhere, and a white rainbow was hung.

This made the look of Huang Lin drastically change, and the world's white rainbow might not be so weird, but here, the white rainbow also has a strong spirit.

That mirage really wanted to no longer hide whereabouts, and finally rioted and killed.

I just don't know if this ferry can support the rescue of the fairy.

Chen Pingan frowned slightly, according to the sage's method of interpreting the characters, the rainbow characters were used as the two dragon dragon solutions, so they were beside the word insects.

Chen Pingan stared at him, and the white rainbow really had two pros and cons, separating the male and female. The ancients regarded Hauni as the obscenity of heaven and earth, just like the toad of the ancient moon palace, which is the genius of the moon soul.

Huang Lin stood on the bow of the ship, and showed a Confucian shirt with a height of 100 feet. Huang Lin's body used his finger as a knife to cut the palm of his hand and used the blood of his life as the red material of the fulu. When Huang Lin wrote in the palm of his hand, the law was high. With one hand, a golden rune appeared in the palm of your hand. While Huang Lin meditated and wrote characters, he said loudly, "Xian Guan Qi Liu Ding, Xi Shui Chen Jiao Xi."

In the palm of the palm of the law, the ten characters of the chakra are spoken, the golden light flows, and it shines through the four sides. The clouds and mists are as if shining by the big sun, and the land within a few miles is like a large area of ​​snow melting.

Huang Lin cut the palm of his hand again, and said in a deep voice, "Distantly hold the fate of the Son, water is the prisoner of self!" At the palm of the Fa, there are layers of solar halo, the golden light blooms suddenly, and a heavy rain falls, more like a big pot The boiling water splashed into the wind and snow.

Among the mirages, a Fang city collapsed suddenly, and a Pang Ran figure secretly lurking beneath them, flashed away.

A passenger who traveled across continents was actually a hidden Jindan bottleneck sword repairer, who laughed and said, "Help the zodiacal friends to kill the demon!"

Only the sword training of this sword repairer was quite strange. He was actually on a viewing platform, stepping on the foot of the foot and pinching the sword with both hands. Then he exhaled lightly and spit out a brilliant glory Jianwan Maru's castration is extremely fast. After leaving the ferry boat, Zhang Jian, which was originally only three inches long, suddenly turned into an inky black sword with the immortal ink trap, and that Jindan sword repair, still walking. The fight continued, and eventually a Beidou rune was stepped on, and a herring came out of the water. Jianxiu stepped on the back of the tail of the herring. When the sword tactics settled, she said, "The mountain man came across the sky. The savvy valued the foolish guess. The electric shock in his hand leaned against the sky sword and cut through the sea of ​​the long whale. "

The destined flying sword to Gong Que and Bai Hong, the sword gleaming, dragged out a **** wearing a golden armor, holding an ink-colored giant sword, intertwined with electricity and light, a **** and a flying sword, straight away, trying to cut that Bai Hong cuts together with Mirage.

After the blow, the sound was thunderous, the wind was turbulent, the air machine was turbulent, and even the ferry was shaking and shaking.

Jin Dan Jianxiu spit out a **** water, stretched his hand to hold the railing, and quickly collected the flying sword with his mind. He never thought that a smoldering madness that would cover the sky would madly flow out. Jianxiu's face was pale and colorless, and his heart was trembling. Huang Lin immediately used his magical powers to help Jianxiu find the missing flying sword.

Chen Ping'an had already gently increased his strength on his feet, so that the two neighboring houses were stable as usual, and were not affected by the qi.

It's just that unlike other monks on the ferry, Chen Ping's eyes didn't look for the obscure figure of the blindfold, but directly stared at the sky at the southeast corner of the city.

Chen Pingan raised his left hand, running the water word seal, and thundered five clusters. In the palm of his fortune, Chen Pingan did not directly sacrifice this complete thunder method, but chose one of the water law days thunder, the main thunder caused rain, suppressed everything As a genus of water descent, snakes, poisonous snakes, evil scorpions, etc., they travel in clouds and rain, rise in the wind and waves, and take charge of the water house.

Chen Ping's wrist twisted abruptly. This condensed bead-sized mine, cast off very fast, better than the golden sword's bottleneck earth fairy's natal flying sword, so that no monk on the Caiyi ferry noticed this. It's a little different, so when the mine is remembered, from the weather not showing, to the straight line, and then to the bang, like the thunder shaking, falling down, the ferry everyone thought it was Huang Lin's magical skill.

At the same time, Chen Ping'an left another thunder game, and his right hand condensed into a sword, forming a "cut rainbow symbol".

Before the mines hit the hiding place of the big phantom, he didn't think about serious injuries, but just a knock on the door to make a guest.

But then the slashing rainbow symbol of the first servant and the second soldier was shocking. The previous Jindan Jianxiu who stepped on the squad made a striking blow, and only made the white rainbow hanging above Gong Que shake, when he had the thunder The slashed rainbow sword blessed by Ju Tianwei appeared in the mirage, like a slender sword light that broke through the small world out of thin air, struck down, and cut off the soldiers and the white rainbow together with the Xianjia Palace. The thunder game bloomed and the two things shattered on the spot.

No one has gone.

Lei Ju and Jian Fu have already succeeded.

The world is clear, the weather is new, and there is no mirage to block the road.

Mirage infiltrated deep into the bottom of the sea, and the sea was swelled by the turbulent waves, and was dragged by the chaos. Even if there was a mountain and water formation, the colorful clothing ferry was still swaying.

That Jindan Jianxiu was very pleasantly surprised. In a thin cloud, he felt a sword light and hurriedly used his heart to control the natal flying sword to return to Qiaoxue to warm up.

Chen Pingan hesitated, clenched his fist gently, put away a new sword tactic, and gave up his plan to hunt down that magpie, because the fairy Onion Qian must have been on his way.

Then Jin Dan Jianxiu clenched his fists and said loudly, "Jin Jiazhou Jianxiu Gao Yunshu, thanked Senior Jianxian for saving!"

Silently, there was no response.

Gao Yunshu was only the swordsman master who didn't like the politeness, tired of these red tapes, he became more admired.

I thought that the Sword Immortal who saw the dragon before and after the end, since he would take this Wusunlan ferry, must be the predecessor of his own Jinjiazhou.

Chen Ping'an closed the window and continued to practice piles and punches in the house.

There was a young female servant on the Caiyi Ferry, who brought several pots of fine Xianjia wine. When she knocked on the door, she looked strange.

She obviously couldn't understand why the worship of Huang Lin would treat such a greedy Tongyezhou monk so politely.

Chen Pingan thanked her without any politeness, accepted the drink, and then asked curiously, "Dare to ask the girl, how about the market price of a pot of drink?"

Huang Lin, who is in charge, should be aware of it, but it's just a matter of course.

The nun seemed to be very angry, squeezing a smiley face, and asked, "Do you think the Caiyi Ferry will buy their own drinks?"

Chen Pingping placed the pots of Xianjia wine on the table, which were different from the wines he had previously bought. These pots were affixed with Wusunlan secret colored paper. If they were torn off and resold to others, they were estimated to be more valuable than the wine itself.

After Chen Ping walked, he walked very lightly and his punches were very slow. After a day and a night, he unknowingly passed. After opening his eyes, Chen Ping spoke with two voices to the children, and then went to open the door, and soon nine children landed One after another came to this room.

Yu Qingzhang took the book in his hand.

He Xiangting stood side by side with Yu Qingzhang.

Sun Chunwang seems to be less gregarious, and the position he is standing in is a subtle distance away from everyone.

The three children have not spoken a word on Chen Ping'an's side so far, and they have remained silent in private.

Chen Ping'an roughly guessed some reasons, and he didn't want to go to the bottom.

A great wall of sword spirit, not everyone has a good impression on the hidden officials, and each has its own reasons.

Chen Ping said, "You each have a swordsmanship heritage. I'm just a nominal escort, and I don't have any apprenticeship, but I have read many secrets of swordsmanship in the summer palace, and I can help you find and fill gaps. If the sword is doubtful, you can ask me. "

When Chen Guangping found two of the children in the corner of his eyes, when he heard these words, especially when he heard the phrase "Summer Palace", there was a little haze between his eyes. Chen Ping'an was also ignorant and pretended not to notice.

He Gu asked in a low voice, "Master Cao, before passing the mirage, is that fierce sword light, right? Right?"

He Ku. He is the tallest, and there is a short-sword "reading maid" excellently trained at the waist. And why the person who passed down this sword must have a lot of resentment against Haoran.

Yu Xiehui rarely said good words, "Thrilling and soul-stirring."

Chen Pingan said straightforwardly "No."

It is Molu and God's general, and he dare not confess.

Yao Xiaoyan felt sorry.

Chen Pingan said, "When you arrive at Tongyezhou, after landing, if there are accidents that I feel are more difficult, you must enter Xiaodongtian immediately without any hesitation."

Cheng Chaolu suddenly asked timidly, "Can I learn the boxing from Master Cao? I'm sure I won't delay practicing the sword!"

Bai Xuan rolled his eyes after losing his hands, and whispered, "It's really a puppy leg. What Master Cao knows, just follow and learn."

When the child was in the white jade hairpin Xiaodongtian, he likes to call himself a little hermit.

The hidden officer Chen Pingan. Chen Li, a small hermit. Then he had to be a little hermit.

But after coming out, he saw the true hermit, Bai Xuanhuo did not mention this.

Chen Pingan nodded to the little fat man Cheng Chaolu with a smile, "Of course it can. Boxing and swordmanship are both connected. Of course, boxing and sword training are bounded, but they are not the kind of mountains and distant mountains that never see each other. It's the relationship between high mountains and distant water. As long as the two principles and the two are connected, it's a good pattern of interdependence between mountains and rivers. Instead, they can benefit each other, and they will more and more sharpen the skin and soul. "

Speaking of which, Chen Ping'an stopped talking and said to others "Just go back to practice swords, if you want to listen to gossip gossip, you can stay."

Only Cheng Chaolu stayed.

Chen Pingan let the little fat man sit down and lit a lamp on the table. Cheng Chaolu whispered, "Master Cao, actually He Xiangting wants to practice boxing more than me, but he can't wipe his face ..."

Chen Pingan waved his hand to prevent Cheng Zhaoluduo from saying this, and continued his previous words, "Fisting out the fist to the world is to go out, Wen Yangquan is in the body, is to go in, both are indispensable."

A little girl hurriedly walked back and forth, knocked gently on the door, and Cheng Chaolu hurriedly ran to open the door. It was Nalan Yudie. She elbowed the little fat man, and she came to close the door. He took out the pen and paper again and sat in danger, his eyes indicating that the hidden officer could continue to speak. Chen Pingan smiled and said, "The square inch is very precious, so it is best to carry it with you."

The little girl immediately copied it on the paper.

Chen Ping'an was helpless and didn't care about her. He said, "If you practice boxing only for your muscles, muscles, and flesh, and you don't want to practice your mind and warm your body, you will only get rid of a person's ingenious way. The higher the state, the better. The heavier the fist, the wounded spirit of Wufu will be hurt every time. It is easy to fall into the root of the disease, accumulate more than one hidden danger, and hurt the enemy one thousand times and damage 800. How can it last for a long time? Especially if the enemy is killed easily. The fierce fist road, once the warrior was unable to do anything, it seemed to recruit evil spirits to the upper body, the fairy was rescued, learn to fist and kill people, and finally killed himself inexplicably. "

"So in my hometown, there are also two old sayings: 'The preacher first prescribes medicine, and there is no way to pass on a pro.' , Of course makes sense. "

"Cheng Chaolu, if you really want to learn boxing, there is no problem, but you need to learn from walking and standing, it is relatively boring. If one day feels that boxing is boring, do n’t be embarrassed, worrying that I will be reprimanded and concentrate on practicing the sword. Just. "

Cheng Chaolu heard his eyes shining brightly, his face flushed red, and he was very excited. "Master Cao, I will definitely practice boxing. As long as Master Cao's skills can be tolerated for half a year, he will be satisfied."

Nalan Yudie shook his head and said to himself “difficult.”

Chen Ping said with a smile "like."

The little girl was very clever and immediately followed a word, "Deng."

The little fat man lamented, "God."

Chen Pingan couldn't help laughing.

Afterwards, all the way, calm and calm, the color-clothed ferry flew across the thousands of mountains on the land from the sea, but even if the ferry overlooked for a long time, there was still little smoke in the world, only the green hills were old, the green water was flowing, the birds and the white clouds detain a guest.

In the end, at night, the ferryboat landed at the southernmost tip of Tongyezhou. The Xianjiadukou, which was reconstructed from the ruins, was the old Yuzhou territory of a broken dynasty.

The old mountains and rivers of the old country are deep in the spring.

There is a cloud in the ancient sages.

Chen Pingan sat back at the table from the window and stared at the lamp on the table.

The vulgar son has no longevity, 36,000 days, and he is the candle at night.

A knock on the door sounded, and the little girl outside was a little excited, saying Master Cao, we are here and we can disembark.

Chen Ping An responded, stood up, continued to light from the light, raised his hand, cast spells, and put a bucket on his head.

Opened the door, took the children off the ferry, looked back, Huang Lin seemed to wait for him to look back, immediately smiled and clenched his fist, Chen Ping'an turned around, cried and returned the gift.

After walking for a while, Chen Ping'an suddenly squatted down, stretched his hand against the ground, and then gently grabbed a handful of soil, put it in his sleeve, and brought it home.