Chapter 775： Will meet for a while

Looking at the hard and silly millet grains, Pei Qian was a little helpless, but it was your downright protector, otherwise let's say it was replaced by Chen Lingjun, even if Cao Qingcheng was a proud student, Minger would be bad.

Zhou Migui said goodbye, ran away and went to her house. When she came back, she brought a large bag of melon seeds and a small bag of dried fish.

Chen Ping'an stood by the window, glanced at the sky, and then twisted out a light-up symbol, slowly burning, which was no different from the previous two characters. Then pinch the sword tactics with two fingers, meditate on a word, a golden sword breathing like a dragon dragon, and finally end to end, draw a golden circle in the house to create a golden thunder pool. A small world.

Compared with Pei Qian's previous painting of scoops on the street with iron rods, Chen Ping's formation was obviously more rounded and fit the way.

A statement immediately popped up in Pei Qian's mind, Heavenly Dao Youxuan.

While learning boxing at Zhulou, the old man who taught boxing often hung on the side of his mouth, that is, your qualifications for Pei Qian are too poor, and even your master is not as good as it means nothing at all.

Even after waiting for Pei Qian to become the famous Zheng Qian, he returned to Luobei Mountain, once he learned the boxing skills with the old cook. After Zhu Lian closed the boxing, he happened to say a similar sentence. Compared with the mountain master, you always A little meaning.

Ning Yao knocked melon seeds and asked, "Is this a sword array?"

Obviously, Ning Yao also thinks that this sword art combined with formation is not easy.

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "What I learned from people is just to add my own swordsmanship and boxing."

This formation, which has never been named, originated from the student Cui Dongshan. The latter likes to fly the sword Jinsui with a sword immortal relic, drawing a circle to isolate the world, which is very mysterious. Later in Luobei Mountain, Chen Ping'an pulled Liu Jinglong together, and with Cui Dongshan, Chen Ping'an took out a secret transcript copied from the Summer Palace, which had some origins from the thunder pond in the hanging mountain. "Some, involving the Doushuyuan's sword-washing pool in one of the three divisions of the Leibu government, two houses, Chen Ping'an asked the two to read the files, and finally Liu Jinglong and Cui Dongshan worked together to perfect this formation. However, Chen Ping's display is still in use now, and he is still used to adding a bit of his own boxing intentions, as well as the eighteen stops of the sword energy taught by A Liang.

Being on the ferry, after all, it is not appropriate to talk about the issues of the Ascension City and the Fallen Mountain.

Previously, Li Shilang's view of the mountains and rivers was broken by Chen Ping's words, and it was convenient to open the skylight to speak brightly. This is not only a reminder to the spy inn of this entry.

It means that in the city of this entry, especially on this night's ship, as long as the **** of this world has the heart, there is nothing agnostic.

When the next party was already in the formation, Chen Ping'an looked at Pei Qian. Pei Qian immediately understood and reported a number.

Before Chen Ping's "Flying in Shape" left the entry city, Chen Ping's voice was a dumb mystery with Pei Qian, and he said the two pages.

From the moment Chen Ping'an left the inn to find Ning Yao, Pei Qian was already distracted. He only gave that number when Master asked.

Ning Yao was puzzled.

Chen Pingan explained with a smile: "I'm afraid I'm afraid of being counted and being kept in the dark. If I'm not careful, I will delay the trip to Beizhou Luzhou too much."

Chen Pingan fingers together, gently shaking his wrists, and from the flying sword cage in the small world, he even took out a burning lantern lamp, which is the same as the Green Bull Taoist and Qiu Shanke, on the ferry Don’t have a hole in the sky, light a lamp, the small lantern in the small world, and the window hanging over the window, the difference is not small, and finally was detected by Chen Ping'an, a deeply hidden truth, and sneered: "The ferry side, really someone is secretly To control the speed of the passing of the long river, if you want to be unaware of it, come to a mountain in a mountain. It has been thousands of years in the world. It is definitely not Li Shilang in the entry city. It is most likely that shipowner."

Cui Dongshan's sleeves can make the monks who live in the cage live like a year, so naturally they can also let the innings learn what a real white horse is.

Pei Qian heard some scalp tingling.

Imagine the ten days and a half months on the night cruise ship. Youzao wanders around the twelve cities. But if you wait until you leave the ferry, you will realize that the vast world has passed for months, or even for years.

Chen Pingan walked to the window sill and said loudly: "Troubled Li Shilang said to the ship owner, whether the night cruise ship is now close to a return entrance, or it is going to go directly to the wild world, it doesn't matter, only change the time, since I have been Perceive, can it be avoided?"

Previously on the street and in the inn, Chen Ping's two lanterns were lit, respectively, to help the ferry side, mistakenly thinking that he had a self-righteous Chen Ping.

He thought that Taoism was high enough and his skills were invincible. He became the ZTE ancestor of another family's ancestors. The mountaineer walked the path of practice.

Chen Pingan stood in the window for a moment, then turned to look at Ning Yao.

Ning Yao shook his head and said: "Either the shipowner didn't pay attention, or the other party's Taoism was high enough, and I couldn't notice the clues."

Chen Pingan nodded, sat back and asked softly, "How long can we stay in the world under this trip?"

Ning Yao plucked three out of the melon seeds piled up into a mountain.

Chen Pingan slammed the table, swearing, resentful, "Only three months?! The Confucian Temple is now in charge, is it crazy, or is the brain flooding? Don't worry, who dares to urge you, I Scold back!"

Ning Yao shook his head gently.

Chen Pingan shocked: "Only three days?!"

Ning Yaomo said nothing.

Chen Pingan frowned, rubbed his chin, narrowed his eyes, his mind turned sharply, and thought carefully.

Zhou Migu hurriedly allocated a lot of seeds to the wife of the mountain owner, more.

In an instant, Ning Yao Changjian left the box. With a sword in her hand, she suddenly cut through the void in the house, and Ning Yao immediately swam away with the sword.

Ning Yao's speech is not used at all, and Ning Yao and Chen Ping'an have never had any exchange of opinions, but the two sides don't need to meet each other at all, and Chen Ping'an has already followed Ning Yao's body.

The two sides came to a mountain top, which was exactly where Shao Bao stood before the shipowner.

I just never saw the middle-aged scribe and dormant monk. At the moment, the mountain top was empty, but a futon was left.

After reaching out, Chen Pingan gently touched the scabbard on the back. The night tour that had already left the sheath, returned to the sheath on his own, looked around, and admired: "Huzhong Dongtian, great rivers and mountains, the handwriting is really not small, the host is so kind , It's hard for people to return their gifts."

Chen Pingan squatted down and carefully looked at the futon, as if the owner intentionally left it as a reward for solving the puzzle.

Ning Yao carried a fairy sword "naive" with both hands, overlooking a golden palace in a sea of ​​clouds, and said, "It's still very difficult to catch this shipowner with you and me alone."

"Guests have a sense of being polite, and play hard and play hard."

Chen Pingan left the futon, got up and smiled with Ning Yao: "Go back."

Ning Yao handed a sword.

Ning Yao and Chen Ping'an returned together at the entry to the City Inn.

Pei Qian was already sitting on the bench next to Zhou Mijing. Xiaomi Gu kept half of the previous posture of nibbling seeds. When he was a wooden man, he waited until the good guy and his wife returned. , Chen Ping said with a smile: "It's okay, I just went to an interesting place, and I was almost able to see a Zhang Fuzi. Next, let's chat and feel free."

Chen Pingan took out four pots of wine, two pots of sweet-scented osmanthus, and one pot of glutinous rice wine in his hometown, and then took out four wine bowls, and set them one by one on the table. They were all the guys from the Jianqi Great Wall's own wine shop. The pot of glutinous rice wine was handed to Pei Qian, saying that today you and Xiaomi can drink something. Don’t drink too much. Pour a bowl of osmanthus brew for yourself and Ning Yao. God?"

"It's three years. But I won't stay too long."

Ning Yao said: "Before I came here, Xianjian cut an ancient remnant, the "one-eyed man", as if it was one of the twelve high-level gods, and earned a lot of merit in the Temple of Literature. For the purpose, it has something to do with breaking through the bottleneck and ascending into the ascending realm. Not only is there a difference in the level, there is a difference in the level of swordsmanship, but the timing and geographical advantages are not all on the other side, so it is much easier than asking the sword for the first time."

Break through, soar. In two games, the sword, the right place, the one-eyed person, the high god.

When talking about this, Ning Yao's tone was calm and his face was normal. It's not that she deliberately made the world shocking and vulgar, but for Ning Yao, all the troubles that have passed are not much to say.

Ning Yao said more today, "If you are here, it will be easier."

It's just that Ning Yao didn't say that it was Feishengcheng's last-generation hermit who had the Sword Qi Great Wall. Is Feishengcheng more relaxed, or was Chen Pingan beside her, she would be more relaxed. It may be all, it may be the same.

Ning Yao is not embarrassed because this is the truth.

Even the entire Ascension City will not deny this fact, especially the sword repair in the vein of the hermit, and the vein of the martial arts in the criminal officer, and the young sword repair in the vein of Quanfu, especially miss the one who left too much. Young hidden officials with interesting stories and countless stories. Even for various reasons, then

Some swordsmen who have no affection for the second shopkeeper of the wine shop and half of the foreigners, gather together for a while, and chat about this person, whether it is "A Liang from a distance, and a hidden official from a near distance", or "One "Fisting down the second shopkeeper", or the flowers and bells on the battlefield, are all talks of capital, are excellent dishes.

For example, even the nine sword fairy embryos brought back by Chen Ping'an to the world of Haoran will have children who do not like young hidden officials, and there are more than one. But no one denies that when confronting the enemy, there is a hermit in your side, whether there is a hidden officer around you to collect the sword, help you make suggestions, check the leaks and fill the vacancies, and you can also be in danger when you throw the sword, and forget your life. The difference is indeed not small.

Chen Pingan heard some guilt, raised his wine bowl, sipped his wine, and picked up a stream of dried fish from his own mountain as a side dish.

Ning Yao said: "In that new world with a lot of opportunities, if anyone can kill ancient gods, even if they are not in the twelve high positions, as long as they are more lucky, they can get a magical power. Taoist Shanqing, Tongyezhou female crown Huang Ting, Liu Xiazhou Shu heatstroke, according to the spy reports of Feishengcheng, all have their own opportunities."

The meaning of Ning Yao's words is, of course, if you Chen Ping'an is also in the fifth world, no matter what the ascendant city or the hidden official veins, it will definitely be busy every day, and it will be a heavenly baggage.

Chen Pingan talked about the Taiping Mountain ruins, hoping that Huang Ting would not have to worry too much, as long as he returned to Haoran, he could immediately rebuild Zongmen.

Ning Yao nodded and said, "When I'm back, I'll go talk to the female crown."

When he found Chen Pingping stared at himself, Ning Yao asked, "Need me extra talk? Are you in a hurry?"

Chen Ping'an cut the railway: "No!"

Ning Yao took a sip of wine.

Xiaomi Gu felt that she was finally able to speak, and turned around and whispered, "Is it Pei Qian Pei Qian, the sister of the female crown who taught you how to carry back swordsmanship and drag knife, and said that she looks pretty thief, Seeing people as thieves?"

Both the master and the disciple on the table had big heads.

Pei Qian looked embarrassed and said, "Did I ever say that?"

Zhou Mijing glanced at Pei Qian, and then the good guy Shanzhu and Mrs. Shan, hesitated, and said, "No?"

She felt that she had probably said the wrong thing. She quickly drank a large sip of glutinous rice wine and laughed and said, "I don't have enough wine, so I talk drunk."

Ning Yao laughed, and it seemed that he needed to talk more with Xiaomi Gu.

To say that the elders on the Lost Mountain, except for the sister Nuanshu, Zhou Miguo claimed to be the third, and no one dared to call the second.

The two brothers of Chen Ping'an, right and left, Jun Qian, were on Luobao Mountain at that time. Although their stay was not long, but without exception, relatively speaking, they had the most chats with Xiaomi Gu. They all really like to chat with Zhou Mi grain, because this dumb lake little water monster, the most childlike. The big housekeeper Zhu Lian is too drip-proof, Shan Jun and Wei Ji are too cautious, and the warm tree is too busy every day. Chen Lingjun will avoid them. Only this millet likes to patrol the mountain. He likes to ask questions and answers.

Chen Ping'an immediately dismissed the topic, and then after chatting, Pei Qian learned that the master had long admired Li Shilang in the entry city.

Pei Qian is a little weird. It seems difficult to imagine that Master will admire people in this way.

Zhou Migu scratched his face.

It's awkward,

It is no worse than the defeat of fighting poems.

Chen Ping'an didn't think this Li Shilang saw a real person "living fairy" outside the book. How to teach people to be disappointed, he laughed with Pei Qian: "Do you remember when you were a child, hurrying to the night in Tongyezhou? At that time, I will teach you the guts to use boldness?"

Chen Pingan sipped his wine, tapped his fingers gently on the table, and smiled: "The door is opposite the household, the street is opposite the street. The day is forever longer, the homeland is for another country. The Qingshudian on the ground, the Guanghan Palace in the heaven. Wuyuelu, a seven-star pattern with a sword hanging from the waist."

Pei Qian grinned, "Cook early leek, cut spring celery, locust to willow, cypress to Kai. Yellow dog to Qingluan, Shuibo to mountain cliff. Under the mountain double hanging white jade, Xianjia nine turn purple Jindan."

Chen Pingan nodded, "In fact, these are the rhymes I compiled according to Li Shilang, I chose them, cut them out and then taught you. When Master went out for the first time, he often recite this."

These beautiful texts have traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers together with straw sandals. Whenever I think of homesickness, I remind the teenagers of the streets of his hometown, the locust trees in the town, and the trees in the mountains. It will make a ignorant young man unable to bear to think about what Yun Bian Shi Xueyi Niang, Bai Yuqing Zi Jin Dan, are.

"He said in the book that the poor have fun, there is no secret. There is only a "backstep" method. When I read this at the time, I felt that this predecessor was right, as if it were like this. Life and death can't go around, what else can it really be."

Chen Pingan said with a smile: "But I did not expect that Li Shilang gave another example in the back of the book. It probably said that during the summer season, there are many mosquitoes in the tent. Some words, the reason Li Shilang wanted to take this is to say that it is not necessary to lead others to retreat, because the reason is very simple,'In this body, who has no adversity to come over?' It’s bitter, but it’s enjoyable. So every time I practiced my fist and walked through the pile, or I encountered some things and survived the difficulties, I felt that Li Shilang’s remarks seemed to have a certain reason to say. There is no room for it, but he chose to say that he has the meaning of "persuasion and punishment, never express it", is it strange?"

Pei Qian's eyes widened, "Master said that he is an enemy to himself. Don't worry about who you are. I want today to be better than yesterday. Tomorrow I am better than today. Is this the reason from here?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and nodded, "But isn't it, or do you think Master's reason is that it fell from the sky before catching me?"

Chen Pingan raised the wine bowl, turned his head and looked out the window, and then suddenly sipped it away. It was a distant respect for the bowl of wine, and thanked Li Shilang.

In a layered garden in the entry city, old white-haired scholars stood side by side with Li Shilang, looking at the water ripples in the pond and laughing: "Do you want to accept this fool, this intention?"

Li Shilang snorted and said, "What do you admire me? There are more than ten million people in the world who admire my Li Shilang's talents and knowledge. This kid is extremely slippery, could it be that I am a fool of a stick. I dare Definitely, the kid is very clear. You and I are listening at the moment, because he already knows the name of Li Shilang, and I can feel it on my side."

The old scholar babbles.

Li Shilang immediately stretched his face and smiled after touching his beard. "It's just that these heartfelt words can't hold the Buddha's feet temporarily. Whether it is sincere, it can be seen at a glance."

The old scholar nodded his head and said, "In the end, it is the hidden officer of the Jianqi Great Wall, but even the owner dare to calculate, and he can really calculate it, so that such a savvy younger generation must be admired by heart, and Shiro is a big face once. "

Li Shilang nodded and said, "The green bull Taoist will only eat melon."

In the appearance city that was one of the four cities under the sailing ship that night, the middle-aged scribes concealed their bodies and came to a banquet. The seats were full of red strings and green sleeves, and the candlesticks were mixed. A woman is stroking the piano. The main man is the handsome man who voluntarily gave up the role of city master to Shao Baojuan, nicknamed Mei Zhoulang.

The middle-aged scribes took another step and quietly came to another place and smiled with a man with a fuzzy figure: "You and Chen Ping'an were once colleagues of the Jianqi Great Wall. Why did you let Shao Baojuan shoot him? It’s because you and the former criminal officer, Wen Hai, have been close to each other. What agreement did you have for a long time?

The man whose face could not be seen clearly by the shipowner was originally the prison officer in the jail of the Great Wall of Jianqi. There he received a young Jianxiu as his disciple, Du Shanyin.

This strange sword immortal, who is unknown in the archives of the Summer Palace, is the only shot in that small prison of prison, Wu Jianshuang, the sword demon who has risen outside the heavens.

After the man left the Jianqi Great Wall, he had been a passenger night boat. The man and the ship advocated the Master at the moment and said indifferently: "It's just a sale. There is a mother-in-law who wants to get away from Aquarius."

The middle-aged scribe smiled and said: "It's strange that Chen Ping'an people are all on this ferry. Isn't that the best time for her to get out? Taking a step back and saying, can Chen Ping's go to Luju, Beiju, and directly decide Has the situation changed over Zhengyang Mountain?"

The man said: "Tian Wan just counted a gossip, as if it must be so that he can die for a lifetime."

The middle-aged scribe was puzzled and said: "Is that celestial demon hidden in the wick?"

He shook his head and said: "Even if there is a celestial demon, it is still not enough. Here, even if the celestial demon is soaring, it is still relatively unhelpful."

The man waved his hand and issued a guest order.

The middle-aged scribes just stood there and fell into contemplation.

Entry in the city.

Ning Yao took out an oil lamp, gently twisted the wick, and opened a landscape ban.

Before the Jianqi Great Wall soared away, Chen Ping'an handed this oil lamp to the sewing man who twisted the core and brought it to the fifth world.

Now that Ning Yao is already in the ascension of Jianxiu, then its existence can be dispensed with.

A white-haired boy popped out of the house, sitting cross-legged, hanging in the air, big forehead, green snake, hanging two swords, wearing a robe, a pair of eyes shining brightly, it was estimated that in the small world, it was boring. After being forced to appear, also

Gnawing his fingers.

One head soared outside the world to become a demon, alias Wu Shuangjiang. In the jail of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, if there is nothing wrong, let the old deaf child call his grandfather, and the old deaf child has never been unambiguous.

It's just that its green snake, double swords and robes have already been bought and sold with Chen Ping'an. Nowadays, they are all pitiful and obsessed with blind eyes, and now they are an absolute poor.

After it saw Chen Ping'an, who was wearing a green shirt, the white-haired boy couldn't believe it, and was struck by thunder. His eyes were dull, and he seemed to be crying, and then his face seemed to hurt his heart and lungs. The grievances are like a drop of thick ink, dripping into the clear water, instantly fainted, a **** fell on the ground, hands and feet swayed, howling and crying, and finally thumped the chest hard, as if sad to say a word, just sitting Wailing on the ground.

Chen Pingan nibbled at melon seeds and squinted: "Stop."

Ma Liuer stood up, and the white-haired boy began to pull his throat open, his face flushed, started striding around a table, and shouted his arms, "Hidden ancestor, Yushu Linfeng, Yijin return home, meritorious service, invincible, fist Eleven high levels, fifteen levels higher in swordsmanship..."

Pei Qian nibbled melon seeds, and looked at this rather weird existence, that is, she didn't speak a bit, and she couldn't even listen. Compared to Guo Zhujiu, the difference is not a little bit.

Zhou Miliang mistakenly thought that this dwarf melon was possessed by Jingqing.

Chen Pingan said: "It's almost enough."

Bai Fatong first flattered the words with Ning Yao, "Sister Ning really kept its promise and deserves to be the first person in the world to be able to thunder forever!"

Ning Yao ignored it.

Then the white-haired boy ran to Chen Ping'an and carefully asked, "The ancestor of the hermit? What's the deal?"

Chen Pingan said: "You are already free."

After Chen Ping'an returned to Haoran, he asked Cui Dongshan about "Wu Shuangjiang", only to know that the real Wu Shuangjiang could be among the ten people in the world. The white-haired boy, as expected, is exactly where Wu Shuangjiang's demon lies, and even his mountain companion.

Her real name is natural. It is such a name on the New Year's Palace Miao Shan's Pedigree, it seems that there is no surname.

It's just that Chen Ping An feels that when this transfiguration is Wu Frost, it's fine.

At that time, with the hidden young shopkeeper of the Stork Inn, it was because of the "belonging" of the demon that had become alien, that the two parties had a very good relationship at the end, and finally got a little unhappy.

The white-haired boy sighed, stunned and speechless, struggling so hard to get what he wanted, but a little dazed.

It suddenly said with his hands on his hips: "Which of those two, the meatball head, and the dwarf winter melon, what's the matter, dare to sit at a table with my family's ancestors?! Do I borrow you guts? Ah? Don’t understand people? Don’t hurry and sit on the ground!"

Pei Qian chuckled.

Zhou Migu scratched his head, not afraid of it.

At the next moment, this ascending paradise demon suddenly appeared an illusory fascination, instantly propped up the entry city heaven and earth, bent his knees slightly, and bowed his head, and after the mountains and rivers were completely seen, his sleeves were twisted, the stars were scattered and scattered. Between heaven and earth, it instantly retreated from the fascination and starlight, and shrank back to its original form. In addition to Chen Ping'an and Ning Yao, as well as a pair of bright eyes, Pei Qian, even the patrol city team failed to notice the rippling of this aura, and even the majestic French phase failed to see the slightest point. Only Li Shilang and the old scholar raised their heads and found something unusual.

This shows that Wu Shuangjiang's magical skills are high. No wonder Cui Dongshan will say that this year-end palace master will soon become the newest monk of the 14 realms.

The white-haired boy was sitting on the empty bench opposite Chen Pingping with his hands on the table. He just stood up and suddenly lowered his head. Seeing that the little girl in black was not able to step on the ground, it didn’t matter. Continue Sitting down, set aside some seeds in front of me, knocked up the seeds, and then lowered his voice and said: "Hidden ancestor, where is it, it's quite dangling, look out, it's black Prosperity is here, the host here is at least ascending to start. Could it be that this is our own hill? Mammy, it is really a great cause! Then we really made it!"

Chen Pingan said: "We are on a ferry."

The white-haired boy was stunned, leaning forward, he couldn't care about nibbling seeds, reached out his hand, and urged: "Hidden ancestor, then when should we do it? If we don't give him a vote, it's a mistake The style is down! Now that the moon is dark and the wind is high, it's just right to shoot. With you and Sister Ning, plus I'm shouting at the side, responsible for suppressing the battle, what ferries don't ferry, we will be the bottom of our family from tomorrow."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Then you go to find the way first?"

It sighed and continued nibbling on the seeds, only when it said nothing.

It found that there were some tattered pieces on the table, it was boring, and bored, standing on the bench, and began to tinker with those fictitious objects, a small bundle of dried plum branches, a small porcelain pot of elegant daffodils, one Iron cast flower, a piece of ebony paperweight of "Shu Ye".

Suddenly it felt a little sad, raised his head slowly, looked at the guy who was drinking opposite, rubbed the corners of his eyes, and said bitterly: "How did the hermit ancestors go back to their hometowns, but they are getting more and more shabby. What about?"

Chen Pingan

Suddenly it asked cautiously, "Have you ever looked for you upside down?"

Chen Ping'an did not hide, he nodded and said, "I have found me and refused."

It stood on the bench and asked with a smile: "At that time, now?"

At that time, Chen Ping'an was insecure at the Jianqi Great Wall, and he was able to return to his hometown. Both said that he refused. What will happen now that I have returned to the world?

Chen Ping said with a smile: "I promised you. So within eighty years, even if Wu Shuangjiang came, as long as I was there, you would be free."

A young man lying on the counter and napping, suddenly raised his head, then yawned, supported his cheek with one hand, smiled and said, "Will the young man have such a big breath, will he kill himself?"

The white-haired boy instantly paled.

Chen Pingan said: "Let Master Wu Gong wait hard."

The young man smiled and asked, "Now what do you mean? Is it to take back the arrogant words that are unknowingly high, and earn a lot of incense on my side? Or stop me?"

Chen Pingan twisted a fulu and said with a smile: "Since Master Wu Gong is proficient in fortune-telling, I am quite sure that I will come to the ship for the night. The monk Jing once again counted himself, otherwise it would be very easy to overturn the boat in the gutter, and it would be difficult to return to the Qingming world. As for the exception of Wu Gongzhu, this will definitely break the downhill journey made with the Confucian Temple. It’s such a rule, but I can use merit to be on the side of the Confucian Temple to smooth out Wu Gongzhu."

The middle-aged scribe had some helpless look, Wu Shuangjiang came to the night boat, and he didn't even notice it.

The criminal officer said: "It's a good thing, except for Ning Yao who is an accident to everyone, if Chen Ping'an really has a ready killer, as long as he matches Wu Shuangjiang, it should fall out."

The middle-aged scribes said strangely, "No matter whether you have a back hand or not, if you dare to challenge a monk in the 14th realm, you really deserve the title of a hidden official."

He then sighed a little, "It's really a bit embarrassing to want to see the long-lost monk's means of the Fourteen Realms, but he's not willing to get the sight from the side of the Temple of Literature."

He turned his head to look at the man and quipped: "With Shao Baojuan's luck, he should be just like you and Tian Wan, occupying a place there."

Regarding the gains and losses of Jing Gong on the side of the bearded man, Chen Ping'an lost his morale.

The man nodded and said, "Can be considered."

The "young man" of the inn stood up, and it was obvious that this one-year-old palace prince who had already entered the 14th realm was not a mere trigram.

Chen Ping's sleeves moved slightly, twisting a rung 箓, there is nothing mysterious, just "moving the mountain" to the paper by means of run 箓, and painted an unusual mountain.

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Master Wu Gong, do you really want to give it a try?"

Wu Shuangjiang, who was quietly rushing to Haoran world and boarding the ship quietly, just laughed.

Chen Ping'an instantly sacrificed a natal flying sword, and then let Pei Qian and Baifa Boy protect Xiaomi grain together.

Caged finches.

Chen Ping'an and Ning Yao stood side by side. Xiaotiandi seemed to remain the same except for the absence of three Pei Qian.

In the next moment, there is no living fairy in the entire entry city, only Chen Ping'an and Ning Yao, who are all carrying swords.

In a cage, within the small world, all streets and buildings are transformed into flying swords.

Wu Shuangjiang took the lead and walked out of the street with his hands down. He still had a leisurely look at the flying sword's natal magic power, and took the lead to the deserted silent street.

Fu Ping in Chen Ping's sleeves, the aura of light emerged and disappeared instantly.

Wu Shuangjiang frowned slightly.

Chen Pingan stretched out his hand, unsheathed at night, was held in his hand, narrowed his eyes and said, "Will it be a 14-year time?"

Ning Yao smiled.

A young boy in white appeared suddenly, with a boxing palm, "Well, sir!"

A slender man in a blue shirt and a long gown wearing cloth shoes raised his hand and flicked a willow leaf between his fingers, laughing with Wu Shuangjiang: "Fourteen realms, scared to death."