Chapter 926： Borrow thousands of mountains and rivers from the monarchs (7)

Before receiving the punch, Qingtong's Yang God suddenly had an old armor on his body.

This punch was too weird. Since it was impossible to fight against and was destined to be unavoidable, Qing Tong had no choice but to carry a punch. In addition to the snow-white robe, he added a pair of armor to protect his physique.

Obviously, Qingtong didn't feel that he was a half-talented martial artist, and that he could really take this punch completely without relying on foreign objects.

After a punch, the treasure of the white-haired old man shattered like a mirror, shooting out like countless meteors.

Moreover, the burly figure of the old Wufu began to fall to the ground, but it was not a straight line, just because this world was like a wrinkled paper ball picked up by a young child at will. In this time, the direction of the long river of time has gone beyond secular knowledge. , The so-called directions are all false, northeast, southeast, northwest, up and down, left and right, all twisted and folded. As a result, many seemingly adjacent land boundaries are thousands of miles away from each other, and many seem to be separated by hundreds of thousands of miles, but they are only a few inches away, one step away.

This makes the white-haired old man's figure, like a glass bead hitting a bamboo tube, swaying and running around.

Under normal circumstances, such a pure martial artist who is in the end sits in this kind of world, and it is a nightmare to stand in it and oppose the air trainer.

When the burly old man finally stopped, he tried his best to stabilize the chaotic weather of the mountains and rivers in his body. He looked down and saw the broken armor on his body. The old man spit out a mouthful of blood and peeled off all the broken armors. He waved his hand again and gathered the world. The rest of the scattered fragments of shattered armor, together with the fragments around them, eventually recovered into a bleak and dull Jia Pill.

Qing Tong was distressed, and finally repaired this ancient **** armor to the extent that he could be hung on his body. If he wanted to restore it to its original appearance, he didn't know it was going to be the year of the monkey.

I just have to admit that Chen Ping'an's punch is a bit heavy.

Qing Tong raised his hand, wiped off the blood stains on his face, shook his wrists, and dropped the blood to the ground, blending into the world, and curiously asked, "Where did the fist come from?"

Never believe that Chen Ping'an created his own boxing technique.

Chen Ping'an spreads his hands, and far behind him, the two long swords that were taken off before, if he was ordered, only because Qingtong has not hidden the trajectory of Xiaotian and Dao Fa, the trajectory route of the survey will retreat with Qingtong. The shape was almost the same, with seven bends and eight turns, suddenly and unexpectedly, but the execution was a straight line, completely ignoring the restrictions of heaven and earth, and directly returned to Chen Ping'an's hands.

Wearing a bright red robe, holding knives in both hands, the narrow knives swayed slightly, and the light flow of the two knives overflowed with different trajectories.

The white-haired old man seemed to pull the corners of his mouth when he saw that guy, and the sarcasm was very obvious.

Endless Takeo is true, and Pure Takeo is fake.

It's really just a little bit of a martial artist's end, and it can only rely on a long time of polishing the body.

After Chen Ping'an's punch, just two quarters of an hour later, a stick of incense was burned out.

In the distance, Xiao Mo turned his head and looked at the Qingtong Yin God beside him, smiling and jokingly: "Friends of Qingtong Daoist, you still have some family background."

To live a long time, one thing is good, it is knowledgeable, because he is an ancient Taoist on the front page of the old almanac, so you can easily know the truth without having to read the secret files that have eaten thousands of years. For example, the armor draped on the burly old man in his eyes, Xiao Mo could see the roots and feet of the Great Dao at a glance.

The youthful-looking Qing Tongyin God had a wry smile on his face.

This treasure is one of the means of pressing the bottom of the box. The Zhongtu Confucian Temple once lent it to the town's demon building, but now Qingtong is credited with taking it into his bag.

It's a pity that he has been mending for many years, but because Qingtong is not good at refining, he has been making slow progress. As a result, today's shitful questioning boxing was beaten back to its original shape.

The armored man, one of the five highest in the ancient heaven, took the armor on his body as a prototype. There have been three divine armors regarded as second-class authenticity. They are the casters of one of the twelve high-level gods. They are getting the fire **** and With the permission of the water god, he picked the essence of the sun, and then used the **** of fire as one of the palaces, as a furnace, and used the long river of time as the water for tempering. It took a long time and was carefully tempered and imitated.

The shopkeeper Xiao Mo saw at Feishengcheng Liquor Store, Zheng Dafeng's predecessor, was wearing the silver armor "Dashuang", which was one of the three divine armors.

It's a pity that in the battle of ascending to the sky where the Taoists and gods fell countless, the gatekeeper "Zheng Dafeng", who was unwilling to let go of the road, was finally killed by someone who was in the door when the situation was gone. , The Great Frost Armor was shattered and left in the world.

Like the hairpin of the first Taoist priest in the world, it will end in the same way.

Later, the first ancestors of military strategists evolved based on these three armors and avenues, and derived the three militants Jiawan of later generations, creating another batch of second-class "forgeries", which are the later Jingweijia, Jinwujia and Shenren. Cheng Lujia’s pioneering work is the ancestor of the three strategists’ treasures. There are two sets of "Ancestor" warp and weft armor, which are cast from warp and weft respectively, and are worn by a gas trainer. The former is like receiving the protection of an infinite world similar to Buddhism. Even if you stand side by side with someone, you will stand in front of you. Wherever it is, whether it is flying swords or spells, it is like a headless fly, looking for an enemy "close at hand and far away in the sky" in vain.

The latter is slightly inferior in rank, but equally incomparably mysterious. Qi practitioners can accumulate drops of aura of their own Taoism and pour them into it, even if drops of aura are as much as the sands of the Ganges, they still can’t fill that bottomless pit, then this The toughness of a piece of treasure is naturally beyond ordinary people's imagination.

As for the Qi Practitioners in the world, there is a bottleneck in the original accumulation of aura in the human world, and in different realms, there is a bottleneck in different realms. It is like a blessed land that ranks among the top ranks. One day, the aura of the world will overflow.

It is conceivable that if there is a monk who is lucky enough to win this treasure for thousands of years or even ten thousand years, even if it is not a fourteenth-level monk, but just an ascendant, he only needs to wear this treasure. Standing still, you can let an Ascending Realm Swordsman chop for a long time.

Xiao Mo just happened to know the whereabouts of the "Weir Armor", just like himself, the owner of this precious armour had slept for thousands of years in a hidden place under the wild world.

The problem is that this old guy is still a female cultivator, and also a sword cultivator, and she was known for her killing power thousands of years ago.

Xiao Mo smiled and said: "Qingtong, I'm very curious, who gives you the confidence and courage that can make you so defiant."

It stands to reason that Qingtong has been cultivating the Tao for thousands of years in the Haoran world, and he doesn't need to be like himself. He pays attention to a visitor who is a guest. He should be familiar with the rules and taboos of the mountain.

Xiao Mo had no expression on his face, and slowly said: "My son, as the last master of the Summer Palace of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, the last hermit appointed by Chen Qing, you have a lot of credit, you monks at the top of the mountain, you know everything. , Even if it only talks about hard work, he can stand alone and defend half of the city. What's more, the son is still the leader of the Tuoyue Mountain battle. Just talk about the accompanying sword repair, whether it is Qi Tingji, criminal officer Haosu, Lu Zhi, or Bai Yujing's three heads taught Lu Chen, if they were to travel here, would you dare to see? Can you not see?"

"Even if you leave the hidden official status aside, the son is still a closed disciple of Wen Sheng's lineage, a student of Mr. Wen Sheng, Cui Yang, right and left, Liu Sixteen, Qi Jingchun and their younger brothers."

"The son is still the lord of the Luopo Mountain, the master of a sect in the world, and now he wants to establish the next sect. Only after the beginning of the spring festival, the son will become the grand ancestor in the eyes of the future monks of Mount Xiandu. Others don't know the inside story. , From the perception of your youth, would you not know that it will be a veritable kendo sect. It is a kendo sect that has not existed in thousands of years since the Bitong Sword Sect in the middle of the continent of Tongyezhou was destroyed. Therefore, this move will create a new face for Tongyezhou, add vitality to the transportation of mountains and rivers in the original stagnant pool, and the son and his student Cui Dongshan are the ones who digged the canal of the flowing water at the source."

In addition, the son is also the spiritual leader of a certain Taoist in this life, and both parties will be fellow climbers who climbed together.

This person is now named Nian Jing, with the word Xianwei.

The son is also the Taoist companion of Ning Yao, the first person in the colorful world.

It's just that these two personal matters, both big and small, Xiao Mo didn't talk about it on the table.

If you are a stunned young man who doesn’t know anything about the world, and doesn’t care about these identities of the son, then Wen Sheng used the damage of his own avenue as the price to protect the mountains and rivers of the three continents. Completely shattered, among them is Tongyezhou.

What's more, if it weren’t for Cui Yang from Ao Pingzhou, Qi Jingchun, his junior, and Liu Sixteen who had returned to Haoran, and three direct disciples of Wensheng’s lineage, they would shoot one after another, and they would be close to Wen Hai in private, right here in Tongyezhou. , There was an undercurrent surging fight.

Well, the survival of this demon building in the town will probably be a big question mark.

Qingtong is closely related to the Confucian Temple, even if he betrays the Confucian Temple and seeks refuge in Wenhai Zhoumi, at least it needs to cut off the close connection between Qingtong and a male town building. Even if Zhou Mi has the means to reach the sky, it can help you break this relationship, you Qing It is estimated that at least one or two places will fall, lingering, then when the situation of the two worlds is reversed, the old throne big demon such as Yuan Shou and Fei Fei can escape back to the barren world, and the Qingtong who has a great road to Tongyezhou Unless Zhou Mi took him to the sky with him, he would only end up like the big demon Yangzhi who was detained in the realm of Laojunlu, becoming a prisoner of the Confucian Confucian Confucian Temple. What's more, with the temper of the Most Sacred Master, if Qing Tong dared to act like this, even if Zhou Mi was willing to save Qing Tong to the sky and leave, I am afraid he would only be knocked down in the world.

In addition, Chen Ping’an’s brothers and sisters had also been in Tongyezhou, as a member of the Great Wall of Jianqi, personally sheltering a gateway to a new world, helping Tongyezhou preserve a vitality. When the door is opened next time, those The many refugees who have fled so mightily in Wucai World, regardless of whether they are willing to return to their hometown, can give back to Tongyezhou's luck to a certain extent.

Therefore, Wen Sheng’s lineage, whether it is an old scholar of his husband, four of Chen Ping’s brothers, or Chen Ping’s himself, Yu Tong Yezhou, in this town’s demon building, or in a phoenix tree, it is all kind of grace. man of.

Chen Ping'an and Xiandu Mountain are in Tongyezhou. To make up for the lack of land, mountains and rivers, Qingtong is a great thing to lie down and enjoy the blessing.

This avenue benefit is destined to be a steady stream of accounts, which is more relaxed and comfortable than the profitable rent collector and landlord’s wife.

Chen Ping’an chose to locate his next sect in Tongyezhou, especially Qingping Jianzong is still a kendo sect. This means that certain kendo qi luck involved in the hermit of the Great Wall of Jianqi will be followed by Chen Ping’an. Bringing Tongyezhou instead of gifting it to the hometown of Baopingzhou, those kendo luck will take root here, through Xiandu Mountain and Qingping Jianzong, and future sword repairs who will become Xiandu Mountain genealogical monks, such as Sifang Duckweed gathers on a mountain, and then disperses like dandelions. As time goes by, flowers will bloom and bear fruit everywhere.

Xiao Mo stopped talking, just shook his head.

The old friend Bixiao Cave Master has already left Tongyezhou. As the Taoist Temple of the East China Sea, they all moved away and went to the Qingming World. This means that the old master is almost unlikely to return in the short term. old haunt. The Confucian Temple seems to have also lifted the restrictions on the Zhenyao Tower, which is equivalent to allowing Qingtong to regain his freedom.

Step back and say, this time the son brought himself here, even if the two sides met, the price was not agreed, the business can be negotiated, but in the end it is not the righteousness of the business. Just go to the Town Demon Tower a few more times, and it will still be like today, and the younger generation will be respected.

Therefore, it is public for private, and sentimental for reason. Today, this young fellow should meet Chen Pingan, who has multiple identities.

Fundamentally, in short, Qingtong chose to thank the guests behind closed doors with the principle of "I want all the benefits, don't try to find me".

Don't even want to meet Chen Pingan's side, don't talk about it.

This kind of behavior is tantamount to the fact that the real fire dragon is a guest of the Liu family in Aiaizhou. He walked to the gate of the mountain and said that he had a business relationship, and then Liu Jubao did not show up.

After that, even if I had to open the door to welcome guests, I still didn't pay attention to things.

Just like the real fire dragon wants to see Liu Jubao in the family ancestral hall, he has to pass.

There are twelve picture scrolls, twelve phantom worlds, and many temptations in the same series of things about riding a donkey and looking for a donkey. They all work on Chen Ping’s Taoism, work **** the human heart, dig into the roots in the heart, and in the monk’s mountain. Visiting the dojo is better than exploring the quiet.

It is already equivalent to a way of cultivating Taoism, it is a questioning.

This is the questioning fist between sword repairs, the questioning fist between pure swordsmen.

If another metaphor is to be used, Chen Qing will leave the Great Wall of Jianqi to visit the China-Tu Confucian Temple.

You have to pass a layer of poems and poems.

Xiao Mo turned his head and asked: "Qingtong, I will ask you one last sentence, is there anything unspeakable?"

After asking the question, Xiao Mo waited for the following paragraphs, Qingtong hesitated several times, but in the end he remained silent.

Xiao Mo nodded and said: "If you don't speak, you will assume that you don't have it by default."

In Xiao Mo's view, this is a typical shamelessness.

I've been holding you back for a long time.

The old coachman who was in the big city of Lijing before was just the chief officer of the ancient Leibu Jade Prison.

Besides, those are old grievances of stale sesame seeds and rotten grains, not to mention that the matter is not too big, it has been turned over a long time ago, and it is not Xiao Mo's style to turn old accounts.

As for the ghost Xian Yu Jin next to Zhong Kui, it was more like a joke and a joke.

Xiao Mo put the hiking stick in his sleeve.

Qing Tongyin **** panicked immediately, and if he was not that dumb, he hurriedly said: "Hold on!"

It's just that Xiao Mo didn't talk to the young people anymore.

In addition, Qingtong couldn't stop Xiao Mo's... handing the sword.

It's like two small worlds separated by a mirror. The border between the world and the world is like a piece of cloth covering everything in the world. As a result, it was picked up by people's fingers and finally tore a hole.

It looked like a silkworm cocoon, with a sword repaired out of the cocoon.

In the distance, Chen Ping'an, who was keenly aware of the signs of the vision for the first time, turned his head and looked at Xiao Mo's side.

The first time I met Xiao Mo was in that round of bright moon and bright colors. It was an old man with a domineering face and a sharp sword.

When the two sides meet again, it will be the appearance of the gentle youth.

But at this time Xiao Mo, as his name suggests, is really "unfamiliar".

I don’t see the real body, I only see the Dhamma.

A large robe, a faintly visible face, white jade, the whole body is crystal clear, pure as glass, without any bones, veins, or flesh and blood.

The snow-white hair is extremely long, ethereal and ethereal.

With a sword in hand, the weather is majestic and the sword intent is awe-inspiring, showing a posture of flying with the sword.

Probably this is the pinnacle posture of Xiao Mo's consummation?

Come to the world above the mirror.

The real body of the sycamore tree is here.

Xiao Mo hasn't really handed out a sword yet, and his sword aura has filled the world.

In the whole world, in an instant, countless "pillars" of sword qi appeared, suddenly appearing, and wantonly running through the world.

A poor world, like a carefully woven and patched kit, is pierced by hundreds of sharp ice cones at the same time.

A vast world, cut by tens of thousands of sword lights, has become fragmented. The most terrifying thing is that the amount of sword lights with no rules at all angles is still superimposed crazy, so that the old sword energy is condensed. The beam of light was easily shattered by the brand-new sword light in a blink of an eye.

According to the level of their respective realms and the strength of their spiritual consciousness, the cultivators of the five realms on Tongyezhou showed varying degrees of Dao Xin trembling, and they were vaguely aware of something wrong.

The three Confucian sages who were responsible for sitting in the sky of Tongyezhou looked up and smiled. They saw the sky above the middle of Tongyezhou, as if a ball of light appeared, but somehow it was covered with spikes and the sword was strong.

The old master who was closest to the ball of light chuckled softly: "A good town monster building, how can it become a... hedgehog?"

This kind of private grievances between the monks, what are the obstacles?

Besides, if the old man doesn't run to pull the side frame, he will save the face of this fellow young fellow.

The war has ended for so many years, because the most sage master, rites, and sub-sages, for some reason, didn’t say anything. This demon building in the town also pretended to be deaf and dumb, like a miser who held his money bag tight. He is a master who refuses to spend the slightest bit, but just looks on the wall, so to clean up a mess of broken mountains and rivers in Tongyezhou, it can only be the mountain masters, gentlemen and wise men of the three academies, running around and breaking their legs. NS. Because it is not allowed to participate in the specific affairs of the human world, it was an iron rule that the Li Sheng personally formulated for these sages who were sitting in the sky to accompany them in the early years, so the three of them can only be worried, and they can't talk to the male town building. A complaint.

In fact, it's not pleasing to the eye for several years.

Cannot demand others to be sages.

The old master who once praised the young hermit's "good demeanor", shook his sleeves and covered up the vision of heaven and earth.

What, where is the responsibility, who can pick my thorn?

A Confucian Temple-approved Xiongzhen Building, and the Confucian scholars of Wensheng's line belonged to their family members who kept the door behind and made trouble.

The new battlefield in heaven and earth, the Qingtong Yin God, disappeared together with the burly old man who was the outer body of the Yang God, and returned to his true body.

After all, he was going to confront an ascending realm sword repairman, how could Qingtong dare to take it lightly.

The real body of the sycamore tree changed into a slender figure, with alternating light and dark, and a fuzzy face. He wore a crown of hibiscus on his head, a new armor, a golden robe and a pair of emerald green feet. Shoes, a series of simple jade plaques hanging from the waist, and bright red arm studs on the arms. In short, they can be worn, and they all come in handy. A variety of mountain magic weapons, fancy decorations...

At the same time, this long-lived Ascended Realm great monk did not wait to die, stepping on a battle, pinching his hands with both hands, and the clone bloomed like a flower bud.

More than a thousand incarnations of Qingtong, each exhibiting their magical powers, have sacrificed different magic weapons, and used different attacking techniques and defensive magical powers.

A lot of skills don't overwhelm you.

Just talk about the many kinds of magic techniques, the variety of different kinds, and don't talk about the mystery of Taoism and the height of cultivation base, it is estimated that Qingtong will be able to rank among the top ten with only today's hand.

Of these qingtong clones, more than one hundred of them are responsible for the temporary formation, creating a landscape formation, and the remaining more talisman clones, in order to block the endless sword light, they will not hesitate to burn with jade.

And Qingtong, the Ascended Realm monk who claims to have a few hands of big charms, the big charms at the bottom of the box, are sacrificed together, and they fit the Five Elements Avenue, which can be called the ultimate attainments of the Talisman.

A fire talisman was sacrificed, and a thousand-meter-high fire **** spirit appeared, with thousands of flames intertwined all over his body, smashing the sword lights that were constantly approaching the landscape.

There is another water talisman, and the talisman is connected and swept out continuously, like the river, which is made up of tens of thousands of talisman intertwined and overlapped, sparkling, and finally converges to reveal a thousand-mile-long cyan carp, with each piece on the body. The scales of the fish are as big as a courtyard, and they are all auras.

The three mountains and five sacred talismans, which were piled into mountains by soil, suddenly smashed into the ground. Five ancient large sacred mountains took roots on the ground. The three mountains formed horns with each other, and there were five ancient sacred mountains surrounding the three mountains. Help the landscape formation outside to stabilize the position.

Behind Qingtongzhen's body, a wooden talisman with scattered light and wisps of light, and then piled up a frame that seems to be the most delicate and dense wooden puppet in the world.

But Xiao Mo faced these messy methods.

There is only one sword.

A dazzling sword light, like a fish wagging its tail, headed towards the formation and the true body of Qingtong.

Wherever the sword light arrives, it destroys the dead.

Around Jianguang, there appeared a passage similar to the realm of the emptiness outside the sky.

Even the countless inclined beams of light condensed from his own sword qi, just because of blocking the way, all collapsed and then all turned into nothingness.

This is the true killing power of an ascendant pinnacle sword repairer.

Elsewhere in the world, more than a dozen delicate springs that resemble water splashing and rippling are emerging at the same time.

The fountain of those water sources is located. The ding-dong sounded like a sound of heaven.

The rivers and rivers in the world are blazing, no matter how aggressive the water is when entering the sea, the water is majestic, and there are often only a few tiny springs at the source of the water veins.

These seemingly inconspicuous existences, the subtlety of the sword aura, seem to be completely negligible, but they are like the beginning of Xiaomo's swordsmanship.

In your youthful home, hide, where can you hide.

Run, out of a town demon building, where can your Qingtong run.

A large array of mountains and rivers fell apart in a blink of an eye, and the sound of breaking and breaking, shaking the earth.

Qingtong exhausted all the big charms, and was able to dispel the terrifying sword light that seemed to be in the realm of no one.

Thousands of years ago, I knew that this famous sword repairer had a high level of swordsmanship, but Qing Tong still couldn't imagine that it would be so high.

But isn't it said that its swordsmanship is not known for its killing power? Is it just because it is both offensive and defensive that it is extremely difficult to entangle?

Didn't it mean that its swordsmanship at the time was not ranked among the top five swordsmen in the world?

Suddenly, Qing Tong's eyes widened, and he saw a face that became clearer and clearer.

This ancient monster sword repairman, with a smiling face getting closer and closer, just swiped a sword in his hand.

A long arc was drawn between the whole world and the earth, straight to Qingtong's head.

The guy who has now changed his name to Xiaomo seems to be talking.

Hello, fellow young fellow.

Goodbye, waste soars.

Fate hangs by a thread, Qing sympathizes in a hurry, but it is not considered to be awaiting death, and suddenly shouted: "Chen Ping'an! The Holy Master has something to tell!"

That scarlet robe was breaking through the gap between the world and the earth in Xiaomo, crossing the small world, like an ancient **** who climbed up in the sky, stepped up the stairs, and slowly appeared.

With sleeves in both hands, double knives folded at the waist, a night-walking sword that swept the sky by itself was followed by his side.

But Qingtong was like falling into an ice cave in an instant, and Xiao Mo, who was holding a sword close to him, crossed one by one, and Qingtong, who was standing on the spot, had his head cut off by the arc of sword light.

A head was thrown high.

Maybe it was Chen Ping'an too late to stop Xiao Mo, maybe because of his heartfelt words, Xiao Mo was too late to take the sword.

It may be that Xiao Mo heard his heart, but the ancient monster sword repairer was full of anger, unwilling to stop the sword.

More likely, Chen Ping'an did not say anything, because he did not want to speak at all.

Too lazy to speak.

Who knows.

The long sword formed by the condensed sword intent in Xiao Mo's hand dissipated on the spot. He switched to holding the sword and looked around and smiled slightly. At any rate, he was an ascending cultivator. How could he easily be killed on the spot so easily? , There is still some distance.

But no matter what, it’s easier than trying to kill Yang Zhi back then. Yang Zhi’s ascension realm is even more peaked, and her physique is inherently tough. Moreover, in the ancient world, the territory is vast, plus the road of cultivation of Yang Zhi. , Blessed by nature, is responsible for part of the road and water transport, so every time the water borders, he flees fast, and the speed of escape is better than Jianguang.

This youth is in a prison situation.

That head, at a speed visible to the naked eye, rotted like a piece of dead wood, and then turned into ashes and floated between the heavens and the earth.

Behind Xiao Mo, where Qing Tongzhen's body was, the treasure armor fell to the ground clanging, the sound was clear, and the robe fell to the ground, limp on top of the treasure armor.

Used a kind of escape method similar to the magical power of cicadas.

A big tree hurts only the branches and leaves, not the main trunk.

Of course, the loss of Qingtong's avenue is inevitable.

There was an angry voice resounding like thunder in all directions, "Don't take an inch!"

Here is the Zhenyao Tower, one of the nine majestic towns in the world.

Your Xiaomo happens to be a monster from the wild world!

Xiao Mo was smiling brightly, and for a moment he couldn't see the law, and followed a clue to kill him.

A fascinating image of immortality, and there is no trace of the reed flowers on the bright moon.

After a while, an incomparably dark round moon hung from the horizon. Qingtong was forced to show up and had to use a life-saving magical power at the bottom of the box, the moon phase.

In comparison, Xiao Mo’s image can only be regarded as mustard seed to the mouth of the well. However, near the bright moon, a very subtle light first shines, and then spreads into a line instantly, and finally the long line of sword light, Like a huge dragon flying into the sky, it winds and winds over a bright moon.

This is Xiao Mo's own swordsmanship after a pair of sun and moon orbits in the past and swallowed one round of the moon quietly on the road.

It's just that compared to the ancient Taoist fellow who owns the "Wei Jia", Xiao Mo believes that he is still a lot worse than the veritable "Eclipse" Taoism.

At that time, they had to wake up from their deep sleep one after another by Bai Ze’s edict. One of them was an ancient existence, because the Ten Thousand Years Taoist Temple, or the land of healing, was in the wild world. In the middle of the day, therefore, this sister-in-law, who is also a sword repairer, and Xiaomo, a "neighbor" in the sky, who is in the bright moon and bright color, spoke a few words casually with his unique magical powers. In fact, the other party also said that now he has taken a pseudonym for himself.

Thanks for the dog.

Previously, Xiao Mo and Chen Ping’an mentioned their ancient existence, cultivation base and combat power. Xiao Mo, who was the dead man, was frank, saying that he was neither the one with the most killing power nor the one with the strongest defense, but Xiao Mo. Mo can be sure of one thing, his offense and defense are in the top three. Because Xiao Mo had not dealt with Chen Pingan for a long time, and because of Jian Xiu's disposition, he still had reservations at that time. He didn't say much about the inside story. Not four, but only three, because that "Thanks to the Dog" is also a peak powerhouse with both offensive and defensive capabilities.

As for Xiao Mo and this fellow Taoist whose alias is now "Xie Gou", there is another long story of grievances and grievances.

This is probably one of the reasons why Xiao Mo is reluctant to tell more about the truth.

Chen Pingan's shoulders sank, and his stature became more and more rickety.

It was Na Qingtong who once again moved out of the identity of the master of the town's demon building.

After a while, sword light still lit up suddenly and suddenly disappeared.

Qingtong finally showed his true face for the first time, embarrassed, bloodstained, bruised, criss-crossed, with no fewer than a dozen wounds, bare bones, and horrible.

Young looks, handsome, indistinguishable from male and female.

It's just that Qingtong no longer has the grace of the great monk on the top of the mountain, and he looks a little anxious, standing not far from Chen Ping'an, as if only in this way can he breathe a little.

Qingtong’s choice is right.

As expected, Xiao Mo did not continue to hand the sword, the hand holding the sword walked around behind him to show his sincerity.

Let you rest for a while beside my son.

Chen Ping'an looked strange for a while after seeing Qing Tong's face.

According to the secret archives of the Summer Palace, the ancient saying goes that "the male phoenix tree is female, "the phoenix tree" is the same elder and the same age, and the same life and death.

And Lutai, who was born in the Lu family of the yin and yang family in China, is the body of a yin and yang fish that has been rare in thousands of years.

Back then, Lu Tai accompanied Chen Pingan to travel to Tongyezhou.

A gas trainer is naturally afraid of heights.

Zou Zi and Jianshu Pei Min are both Lu Tai's preaching teachers.

After Lu Tai separated from himself, would he have been brought here by Zou Zi?

Chen Ping'an did not ask Qingtong about this. It doesn't matter, whether it is Lu Tai or Jian Xiu Liu Cai, I believe there will be a reunion day or a time to meet at the end of the next year.

Xiao Mo raised his chin towards Na Qingtong, indicating that you can leave here.

Qing Tong gritted his teeth and left.

By the time he appeared for the second time, Xiao Mo had cut off the same arm by Qing, but with a sway of his shoulder, Qing Tong gave birth to another arm.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "I haven't figured out the wording yet? Are you entangled at the moment? I'm not sure I've fooled me, and I'm not bold enough to pretend the will of the Holy Master? It's just not nonsense, but also Xiaomo. Chasing and slashing, even if you can’t die for a while, but the conversion is a real loss of a sword for decades and hundreds of years. Let alone a stick of incense and two quarters of an hour, I am afraid that it only takes a quarter of an hour, and it is about to fall. ?"

Qing Tong raised the back of his hand and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, "You are not afraid that I will destroy the town's demon building first, and then run to find the sage who is sitting in the sky to save my life?"

Chen Pingan put out a hand from his sleeve and raised it high, "Go ahead."

Qing Tong gritted his teeth and said: "Although the Most Holy Master never asked me to give you a message, the Most Holy Master came here after all. It is true and true to send me a message, I hope I can practice hard, if you dare to destroy one. Town Demon Tower, indulge an Ascending Realm Swordsman who came from a wild world, and ruin my avenue..."

Chen Ping'an put his hand away and nodded: "When I look back, I will go to the Confucian Temple where I am free to plead guilty. Well, I can find my husband first, and then the holy saint."

Qingtong's face was uncertain.

Don't you Qingtong like to lie down and enjoy happiness?

Can.

There is no problem at all.

Earlier, while Xiao Mo Jianguang broke the restriction of heaven and earth, Chen Ping'an actually used a bird in a cage and Jing Zhongyue to send a letter to the old master with a flying sword.

With that saint sage, there is a gentleman's appointment.

Ask him for help. Be sure to conceal from your husband and send a letter to Li Sheng.

I implore the saint of ceremony to move half of the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

As for the conversion of merits, it is nothing more than a clear account. The saints of rites and the Confucian Temple will just follow the rules.

On Mr. Xiping's side, the book of merits about the name Chen Ping'an should be cancelled as much as possible.

But the fourteen realms of your youth, don't even think about it for the rest of your life.

It's ridiculous that Chen Ping'an has been thinking about the fourteenth-level cultivator's brazen murder after the ancestors of the Three Sects spread the way, or the secret layout of the cultivators against the peak cultivators of the ascension stage.

I never thought that under the circumstances, I became the first one to prevent others from entering the fourteenth level.

So what is the difference between your Qingtong's next stay in Tongyezhou, one hundred years, one thousand years, or ten thousand years?

It's just this kind of thing, it's over, there is no need to speak.

Lest it seems to be threatening someone.

Although the price is a bit high, the gain is also not small.

One continent, mountains and rivers, will soon be able to secure good luck.

And after sewing, it will be much smoother.

If there is harmony between people, there will be good land, and there will be time.

Many things that originally required Qingtong can do it on their own.

The only trouble, it is estimated that the husband will be irritated by himself when he learns of this.

do not care.

damn it.

Sure enough, the eldest Sword Immortal was right, cultivation practice cannot always be so rigid.

In every century, there is always something to be done that doesn't need to be reasonable at all.

Suddenly, Qing Tong's expression was slightly surprised, and he was reluctant to open a ban on mountains and rivers, like opening a door.

Chen Ping An was even more surprised, because the flying sword that had left this world before, passed away in a flash, and came straight to him, Chen Ping An had to put the sword light in his sleeve.

Then Qing Tong began to jump and scolded: "Chen Ping An, you are a lunatic! Bastard, you are really obsessed with your heart and lost your heart. When you were a child, your mind was caught by the door panel. If you are doing such a detrimental activity, you have to do it so smoothly. For Lao Tzu, if you really move the half of the Great Wall of Sword Qi here, do you know the consequences? As long as the mountains and rivers of Tongyezhou are broken for one day, you will not be able to break through the border for the next day. Don't even think about it..."

Chen Ping'an frowned slightly, not because of Qingtong's innocuous curses, but not knowing the purpose of the old master's move. The two parties had clearly finalized the deal.

In Qingtong’s heart, it seemed that he had received a scolding, and the wording was definitely not tactful. Therefore, Qingtong became sick and stared at the bright red robe, sighed, and closed the door first. , Then hesitated, and took out two remaining talismans from his sleeve, one talisman, just an ordinary yellow seal material, and the other a rare golden talisman.

Chen Ping'an instantly narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Xiao Mo, if you need to do something, you can ignore the consequences."

Xiao Mo, who had originally planned to restore his true body, nodded and continued to maintain his posture, and for the first time became a sword in both hands.

Qing Tong said in his heart: "You have such a good memory, you must still remember these two old charms."

Chen Ping'an was expressionless.

of course I remember.

One is a Yin Qi guide talisman that he had in Feiying Castle back then, in accordance with Lu Tai's instructions, reversed the painting of the Yang Qi and picked the lamp talisman.

On the other hand, the golden talisman, the talisman paper was given to Lu Tai by Chen Ping'an, and Lu Tai finally drew a ferry talisman to the underworld.

Qingtong continued to say to Chen Ping’an with his heartfelt voice: “You’re right, Zou Zi did bring the landing platform to find me back then. In addition to leaving me an unlucky saying, Zou Zi also gave me these two remaining talismans. "I think Zou Zi is telling a joke, saying that he might be able to help me through the disaster in the future."

Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "It's just a joke, you are really right if you don't take it seriously."

In fact, Qingtong was already mentally prepared to be a dead horse doctor.

If you don't want a demon building in the town, you should show Chen Ping'an and that Xiaomo a little bit of color. The big deal ended up going to the Confucian Temple, and each played fifty boards.

Qingtong hesitated for a moment, and said a trivial matter, "Zou Zi also brought...a group of feminine children with him at the time, saying that it was for me to show some merit, he was useful."

Chen Pingan asked, "What about then?"

Qing Tong said helplessly: "It's just a little merit, it's Zou Zi's request, of course I did."

It was the first time that Xiao Mo saw his son, showing a hesitant look.

Many years ago, I traveled with the land platform. During the collapse of the Flying Eagle Fort, there was an alley outside the door, a broken road, and a wall full of corpses.

At that time, Chen Ping'an had not lent the brush called Xiao Xuezhu to Zhong Kui. At that time, a talisman painting might not be regarded as entering the room.

In the end, Chen Ping'an didn't say a word, reached out his hand to hold the Yeyou Sword, turned and left, turned his head and said with Na Qingtong, "Don't let me see you in the future."

Qing Tong's expression was complicated, and he was shocked. This guy really just left?

Xiao Mo was too lazy to think about why the son would change his original intention.

The son is always right when he does things.

Qingtong hesitated for a moment, and shouted, "Chen Ping An, you are not curious why I am so...unkind?"

In the last four words, Qing Tong bit his head and said awkwardly.

Chen Ping'an, with his back to Qingtong, just looked up at the sky, and said in a deep voice, "Open the door quickly, there is no need to see you off."

Your damn, you have the same mind, when I turned his head, I was "reuniting", really looking for a chop.

Qingtong continued: "I naturally have a reason."

Chen Ping'an turned his head and smiled, "Do you like extra-junctions so much?"

Qingtong was horrified by being looked at. He was silent for a moment. He had to stubbornly and tentatively said: "A few rehearsal, a few small talks? In case you have a chance to get along with each other, you can't talk about cooperation."

For one thing, I was worried that the two sides misunderstood too deeply and would be held hostage.

In fact, Qingtong didn't think about any chance to fall in love, but if this guy had a brain, and he left this town demon building, he would continue to discuss with the Confucian Temple master about relocating half of the city. What should be done? Then what if the little master agreed again?

In addition, Qingtong is unwilling to do something and wants to find a place in certain things. As for the fight, it's a matter of fact. The situation is overwhelming, and he is full of suffering. Today, there are two fights, especially the latter. It's a bit of a hold, and now I still have lingering fears. If you can, it doesn't matter whether you Chen Ping An sees me or not. In short, don't let me see the "Little Mo" next to you again.

Chen Ping'an thought for a while, smiled and nodded: "You can do whatever you want."

Shaking his sleeves, he sat down cross-legged, with the horizontal sword on his knees.

In front of Qingtong, Chen Ping'an re-twisted a white horse gap talisman from his sleeve and hovered beside him for timekeeping.

Qingtong's eyelids trembled slightly, should he say that this guy is cautious, or should he not give himself any face?

Seeing that Xiao Mo followed his seat, Qing Tong hesitated for a moment, and chose to sit opposite them.

Chen Ping’an’s first words seemed murderous, "Tong Yezhou, Tong Yezong, Du Mao’s Wutong Cave Sky, you gave it?"

Qingtong is obviously smarter. If you lose, you don’t lose, and you don’t have a good air: "The parasol umbrella you brought out of the Ouhuafudi, apart from being able to isolate the heavens, is still a quarter of the Ouhuafudi, tracing its origins. , It's not an object that left from my side."

What's the point of turning over this old account.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "I don't mean to turn over the old accounts. Du Mao's story has already been turned over."

Qingtong glanced at Xiao Mo subconsciously.

Xiao Mo smiled and said, "Don't use your own brain to figure out my son's mind."

Indus twigs have been known as "phoenix sticks" since ancient times.

The lotus root flower cave sky divided into four, Chen Ping'an got the oil-paper umbrella presented by the old master, and the umbrella bone is the phoenix tree branch.

Since ancient times, the branches and leaves of the phoenix tree are afraid of strong winds and the roots of the trees are waterlogged.

The young sword repairman in front of him had a faint qi in his body, from the side of Aunt Feng's stinky lady, it was contaminated with the atmosphere of the great road.

In addition, Chen Ping'an is on the road of cultivation less than half a hundred years old, and the road is water-free, and it is definitely not the kind of Qi Qi practitioner that is suitable for the practice of water law.

If you say that the aunt of Feng Auntie's grand atmosphere, it's still pretty shallow. So in the dark, a certain Dao gift from the reincarnation of an ancient rain master, although Chen Ping'an did not accept it in its entirety, for Qing Tong, it was an abhorrent and extremely jealous Dao victory.

In addition, Chen Pingan is also a sword repairman, especially he has been in the Great Wall of Jianqi for so many years.

Back then, he also carried Chen Qingdu's "sword spirit" on his back.

Today, Chen Ping'an carries the real name of the Yaozu, and of course it is in opposition to the natural road of the Zhen Yaolou.

With so many reasons added together, how can Qingtong get close to this person?

Listening to Qingtong's "complaint", Chen Ping'an nodded, squinted and said with a smile: "The words are reasonable, and there is excuse."

These reasons are all reasons.

But neither is the real reason.

At this moment, in Qingtong's eyes, the person in front of him has no sincerity in his words.

Let Qingtong add an additional reason not to like this person.

picture.

It's so alike!

The young sword immortal with an unpredictable temperament in front of him is just like the certain Daochang Sun from the Qingming world. The latter once wandered here and deliberately concealed his identity as the Xuandu Taoist temple. There was a misunderstanding that was entirely intended by the other party. , After a fight, the other party said that the poor Dao is as open-minded as the sea, the breath is as high as a mountain, and there are some misunderstandings. I've saved the abdomen of a gentleman with the heart of a villain. If the fellow daoists are so careful, don't blame the poor Dao for doing things without being generous...

Before Sun Daochang left, he didn’t say anything directly. The old Taoists just expressed their feelings, chanting poems and making fus. In the bright moon night, choose a good day and transplant a biwu tree in my Taoist courtyard. The bark is green as green, the leaves are lacking like flowers, and the flowers are beautiful and beautiful. Falling leaves in winter, for the joy of melting in the sun, shade in summer and autumn, can cover the suffering of the flames, and the joy is endless...

A bull-header of the sword immortal of the Qingming world, the fifth person in the world who can't move, the old master of the world, how could he just choose a slender branch? I chopped off an arm.

Fortunately, there was still the Taoist Pure Sun who was there, helping to ease his cheeks, and it was considered that Qingtong avoided a natural and man-made disaster.

Qing Tong said in his own heart again: "Zou Zi left here that year and told me that I will examine someone's Dao Xin in the future. As for the result, I don't have to tell him what I think. As for who someone is, Just say that I will know it at first sight."

"Someone?"

Chen Ping'an doubted: "I was carrying that ‘sword spirit long’ at the time, so you didn’t keep staring at me? Isn’t it obvious?"

Qing Tong said helplessly: "Believe it or not, in my eyes, you didn't have that land around you back then, and even many of the sights I thought I saw were a series of illusions that Zou Zi deliberately let me see. A real blindness. As for how Zou Zi did it, I don’t know. It was after seeing you this time that I noticed something was wrong. Taking advantage of your previous walk in those illusion scrolls, I immediately proceeded. After a lot of deductions and pushing back, I got this... terrible truth."

Chen Pingan looked dubious.

However, Qingtong's reason, whether true or false, is barely an excuse to pass by.

Let Xiaomo return to his real body.

Qing Tong was relieved, waved his sleeves, and picked twelve leaves from the golden leaves on the ground.

Hovering in front of you, put your fingers together, gently touched one of the fallen leaves, swiped forward, and floated towards Chen Ping An.

Every fallen leaf is a picture of horse riding similar to the long river of time.

Each has its key points.

Play chess. Lu Yan, Huang Liang is a dream. In the severe drought, officials prayed for rain. The county guard governs the water, with two wicks. The warlord does not want to strike halfway, benevolence and righteousness. Marriage of gifted scholars and beautiful ladies, old monk, little novice monk.

The old woman riding a horse, the Mid-Yuan Festival, there is a bright and different way. The gods of the same place, the mountain alliance swears each other. A secret place in the flower country with heavy powdered air. As a monarch. A man of Taoism, turn back the clock. Buy cakes.

Qing Tong looked serious, slightly nostalgic, and slowly said: "In fact, there are only a handful of winners in the past."

"Heaven and earth gain one, and each is peaceful. God gains one spirit, which is a god. The valley gains a fullness, and all things live by one. The long river of time and the spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth used by the qi practitioners are all from the gods. Born from dead corpses."

"The magical powers of the world are like a big tree reflected in the water, each with its branches and veins. It is the Taoist vein for later generations. Every time it blossoms and bears fruit, it is a man of Taoism."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Mo chuckled.

You're boasting about selling melons here.

Really capable, why can't I even take a few swords? Besides, he didn't use any natal flying sword.

Qing Tong didn't fight in anger, and said angrily: "This metaphor is not what I said."

Xiao Mo stretched out his hand and patted the green bamboo stick lying on his knees horizontally, indicating that the other party should not speak so loudly. He was timid and could not stand fright.

Chen Ping'an asked: "Who do you mean by'few countable'?"

Qingtong said: "Of course it is the'ten lords of the world' in the ancient years!"

Chen Ping'an looked calm.

But it was actually the first time Chen Pingan heard about this. There is no record in the Summer Palace, and there is no Confucian Temple. No one mentions it, his husband, student Cui Dongshan, together with Xiaomo, the old sword fairy, and seniors. This matter.

It is a pity that Qingtong only mentioned part of the "list".

It turns out that in those ancient years, before the battle between water and fire and the battle of ascending to the sky, there were ten giants in the world.

Without exception, sanctify as God.

Ten monks of different backgrounds have no ranks among them.

Among them are the ancestors of the three teachings.

The first ancestor of the military.

The first monk in the world.

There is also a well-deserved leader of kendo in the world.

Sword training has the best aptitude, the fastest cultivation breakthrough, the largest number of flying swords, and the highest rank.

The strength of these existences is actually clear only by looking at the "alternatives".

The number of candidates is small, only four people in total.

They are Jianxiu Chen Qingdu, Little Master, Bai Ze, and Mr. Sanshan Jiuhou who created the Talisman.

When Qingtong talked about Chen Qingdu, he couldn't help but glance at the ghost-looking young man opposite.

The relationship between Chen Qing and the leader of Jian Xiu, both of whom were both Jian Xiu at the beginning, is actually a bit similar to the dispute between Chen Ping'an and Cao Ci on the road of martial arts today. The former is always chasing after the latter.

In the end, the highest kendo player in the world was Chen Qingdu, the "alternate" for latecomers.

Qingtong continued: "In the ancient times, the battle between water and fire hurt the heaven and the earth, causing the Tianzhu to be broken and the earth to be destroyed."

"For all the beings at that time, of course it was a disaster, but at the same time, it was a disaster for all the spiritual beings who escaped by chance, especially the monks..."

Qingtong stopped talking and seemed to think of an image metaphor.

Chen Ping’an then said, “If it’s too late, it’s a great opportunity. Just like the burning and turning of the crops of later generations, it is full of aura, like changing from a barren land to a fertile land."

Qing Tong nodded, "The way of heaven is tilted, and the movement rules of the sun, moon and stars are becoming more and more evident. The uneven terrain, the world, the world is full of water and dust, are all opportunities for the survivors to cultivate the way."

The last time Zou Zi gave Qingtong the admonishment, it was "The land is sinking to the southeast, and the sky is tilting to the northwest."

Qing Tong sighed: "After this, the Taoist scholars who are successful in the arts will occupy their own land."

After brewing the wording again, after a while, Qingtong finally gave a courageous statement for these people who proclaimed the Tao in the ancient years.

"I am the host."

"The way of heaven is more than damages and makes up for the deficiencies. Humanity is more than deficiencies."

"So Dao ancestors have a word, who can do more to serve the world? There is only Dao."

"Nowadays, the sects and immortals on the mountain, no matter how big or small the sect is, there is an enshrined post in the ancestor hall. This is where the root of the worship of this identity is only, and it means'doing worship to respect the heaven and the earth'. But now it is absolutely perfect. Most of the mountain worships, those group of genealogical monks, who still knows this, even if they know, a few will take it seriously. Even if anyone wants to take it seriously, the day of the Tao is thinner than the mountain, and the pedestrians in the afterglow, what can they do."

"So you said before that the humane method should be used to sew up the mountains and rivers for Tongyezhou. Chen Ping'an, replaced by you, will it be ridiculous to look back at the words at the time now?"

As a result, the other party came directly, "The so-called Taoist ancestor's so-called distinction between heaven and man is different from the Confucian purpose. Which one do you think is ridiculous, or are both very funny?"

Qingtong's scalp was numb and choked for a while.

Your uncle, can this involve Dao Ancestor and Most Holy Master? !

Qingtong almost got up without being frightened, first imitated the Confucian scholars, and then went to the sect.

The atmosphere became more awkward for a while.

Qingtong finally remembered something, and put away all the Dao Yun in the Town Demon Tower.

Xiao Mo is no different.

But Chen Pingan gradually recovered his original appearance in a green shirt.

Qing Tong said: "It is a mistake to give birth to people from heaven and earth. As for those saints who go their own way, as Lu Zhangjiao said, saints do not die, there are more thieves..."

Chen Pingan smiled and said, "Come back?"

Isn't your Qingtong good at a handful of big amulets, Fulu is so big, why don't you just put the label of the old heavenly coordinator on me? Call the Patriarch of the Three Teachings to come and take a look?

After that, Chen Pingan pointed his finger at the white jug talisman, and signaled the other party to cherish the time.

Qing Tong had a somewhat sad expression.

Chen Ping’an saw Qing Tong’s posture, and he thought of human nature without a reason for wandering thousands of miles away, as well as the yin and yang gods of the qi-trainers, which is not considered to be a kind of "heavenly leaning, day". Month highlight"?

Not to mention the "Yang Mu Mao" who was killed by Yang Ning, the young man, but the old man Liang Shuang's yin spirit out of his body to travel far away, as well as the current state of Xiao Mo in front of him, and of course the student Cui Dongshan.

The difference is a little bit, and the loss is a thousand miles, the difference of the Taoist heart will bring about the deviation of the personality.

The only exception is probably Zheng Juzhong.

With a stroke of Qingtong's two fingers, the phoenix tree leaf disappeared in a flash, then fell back to the many fallen leaves, and then pushed the second leaf to Chen Pingan.

Qing Tong asked curiously: "In the guest house beside Handan Road, why don't you determine the authenticity of Na Lu Yan?"

Before in the first picture scroll, Chen Pingan left Xiao Mo and headed for the road alone. Without hesitation, he overturned the bookcase and the book was blank.

The thing of drawing a dipper according to the gourd can be done very simply.

Just ask that Xiaomo to hand a sword to the old guest house, and you will know the truth.

Chen Ping’an said: “Treat the seniors and sages on the road of spiritual practice, we juniors under the big trees who are good to enjoy the cool, walking on the sturdy and flattened Yangguan Avenue that they have opened up and stepped on, of course, we must sincerely respect a little, let alone juniors. The long-awaited Lu Zu."

Qingtong looked awkward.

Chen Ping’an said: “Of course I meet some people who are disrespectful to the old, especially those who like to rely on the old to sell the old. They are polite, meaning that when the courtesy is reached, you don’t have to be too polite. Can't be a meal. Seniors think so?"

Xiao Mo smiled and said: "At this time, fellow fellow Daoists should answer ‘I think it’s true.’"

The young hidden official sighed immediately, and the ending sounded upward, "How can I speak to the young fellow who is a fellow Taoist and an old friend?"

Xiao Mo nodded and said, "Pay attention next time."

Qingtong didn’t want to have anything next time and immediately changed the subject, “After you leave here, when the sect celebration is over, you might as well go straight to Huangliang Country where Lu Zu’s hometown is. Directly at Jin Dan."

Seeing that Chen Pingan didn't seem to be interested, Qing Tong continued to persuade him kindly: "This matter is not compelling. Since Lu Yan has said it straight, then you are already one of the destined people, and Tianyu will not take the blame... "

Speaking of this, Qingtong felt very awkward, so he had to stop the conversation and change his statement, "You Xiandu Mountain is a kendo sect. If you can get this opportunity, plus you have to bury the river and pray for rain. The Taoist formula, I believe that in the next two to three hundred years, the number of immortals in Luopo Mountain and Xiandu Mountain may be said to be the scene of springing up after the rain. Quantity, or color, will not differ too much."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Duckweed gathers and scatters, and everything goes with the fate."

Afterwards, Chen Ping’an added, “When the dream wakes up, the yellow beam is not ripe. It is true or false, whether it is good or bad, and it is inaccurate. Just like at this moment, how can you be sure that you are not still in Zou Zi? In the fantasy world created for you?"

Qingtong smiled, obviously thinking that this kind of nonsense should be left to those who worry about the sky to disturb themselves.

Chen Ping'an wiped the golden fallen leaf casually, and also returned it to the distant fallen leaves.

The next two leaves are a few hints. For example, putting the leaves together before and after, is actually a page of the old almanac.

Drought and flooding.

The war between water and fire that caused the chaos of the sky and the earth in the ancient times has caused many deaths and injuries in the world.

In addition, the monster army in the wild world swept across a continent of mountains and rivers.

No matter what, no matter what the reason, you Chen Ping'an came too late, you are doomed to be too late to save you, life and death.

At most, it is to learn from the official who prays for rain, and remedy it afterwards, and it may not be able to succeed.

And Qingtong has another "digression", because it is precisely this rainfall that is the cause of the "land of a county, flooded with years of age, and sinking into the water".

The heavens collapsed, the heavens collapsed, because you "this one" stood on the sidelines, don't you think of coming to clean up the mess that you caused by your own hands? !

Could it be that Wen Hai carefully climbed to the sky and left, and the Sanjiao Patriarch's San Dao is all in your calculations?

All these causal cycles, tens of thousands of years apart, were actually counted by Zou Zi early by "sufficient words". Are you sure?

Otherwise, couldn't you stop the original fire and water dispute? Even if he couldn't stop him, why didn't he even stop one or two shots, but didn't show up from start to finish?

This is Qingtong's merciless ridicule.

As for the official who prayed for rain during the severe drought, he was holding the letter of praying for rain from Chen Ping’an. The beginning of the article was "Rain Master Feng Bo, Lei Jun Electric Mother, listen to my edict, and those who violate the order will be cut. "

In fact, when Qingtong saw this scene from a distance at that time, to be honest, at that moment, Qingtong was more than a tremor of Taoism, and he was almost frightened.

Think of that one, but the supreme existence of the supreme high school in those long years before that ten thousand years.

It's just that no human being, or perhaps any god, knows what this existence is thinking.

Maybe the Taoist ancestor who is the closest to a certain truth?

Chen Ping An looked down at the pictures in the two fallen leaves, and suddenly smiled: "Senior Qingtong, seems to be very good at teasing others?"

Qing Tong frowned and said, "What do you say?"

Earlier in one of the paintings, Chen Pingan was the county guard in charge of water management. Born in the Han nationality, at a young age, titled on the gold list, and yet to marry a wife.

Without exception, they all fit Chen Ping'an's resume and situation.

Born in a low alley, he eventually took up a high position and became the last hidden official.

I had to go around for alms, just like those fifty-four intercontinental ferry boats, hanging upside down the mountain spring banner studio,

Although Yu Naning Yao is a well-known Taoist couple, he has not yet officially married his wife, and so on.

They are not completely similar, but as long as they are carefully explored, they have everything in common.

In addition, Chen Ping’an met the literati who was idle at home, and he said that the imperial examination system art article was well done, and then doing other things would be a lash and a slap in the blood, otherwise it would be some wild foxes and meditations. The evil spirit outside...

Everyone is inferior, only high in reading. Why do you study, and are you an official? Seal your wife, Yinzi?

There are so many techniques on the mountain, only swordsmanship is the only one, like reading in the world, looking at the world and despising others.

Isn't Qingtong taking the opportunity to ridicule the sword repairman who relies on "one sword to break the ten thousand laws" and has no more ideas?

There is innuendo everywhere, and there are other points.

For example, the high gate mansion symbolizes the once great wall of Jianqi. And Ning Yao of the Great Wall of Sword Qi is the woman who unfortunately is not a man, so the son-in-law who entered the Zuo’s Mansion is "right and talented", of course, because of this person’s identity and the lineage of Wen Sheng. The closed disciple of Cui Yang and the younger disciple who controlled them, so the boss Jianxian is quite valued by this person, and the phrase "unwilling to pursue a career" implied that Chen Ping'an was not a sword repairer at the time...

Qingtong has a guilty conscience.

What's the matter, this can also guess your own thoughts and intentions?

This time it was Xiao Moru's turn again.

It's not a woman who is thinking about needles in the sea, or... I am a scholar of my generation.

Chen Ping'an glanced at Qing Tong, who was on the opposite side. Is he actually a woman right now?

As for the last scene, the county guard pushed in the door and picked out one of the oil lamps on the table.

Probably it was Qing Tong who had a lot of resentment towards Jian Xiu, and he was still whispering about the boss Jian Xian and himself.

Is it that the boss of the Sword Fairy Evening Festival is not guaranteed, so he can only give to a foreigner who has been to the Great Wall of Sword Qi on his deathbed a few days ago?

In the end, the old man lying on the sickbed who said nothing was like that Chen Qingdu who was unable to beat a sword on the battlefield.

In the end, only half of the Great Wall of Sword Qi can be left?

Chen Ping'an squeezed his sleeves with both hands and said with a smile: "You are not scolding me, but here you are scolding an old sword fairy who has passed away. I am not angry. How can I be angry? I can't commit it. It's unnecessary."

"Just like in the Great Wall of Sword Qi, any living sword repairman in the Lower Five Realms can ridicule Zong Yuan as being inferior to himself."

"By the way, Senior Qingtong, you didn't scold me, did you?"

Qingtong remained silent, did not admit or refute.

Xiao Mo felt that this guy should have listened to his son's persuasion before, and let him go back to Xiandu Mountain.

Let Qing Tong breathe a sigh of relief, because Chen Ping'an had already actively pushed away the two fallen leaves and replaced it with the next picture.

Chen Ping'an asked, "Is it a kind reminder? Is it still Zou Zi's arrangement, or is it your own intention?"

Qingtong gave an ambiguous statement and said softly: "It doesn't matter who means the general trend."

Chen Pingan sneered, "Don't you understand? This is Zou Zi's reminder to you."

On the screen, it is the overlord who is the warlord, a half-strike about whether it is "benevolence and righteousness".

After Qingtong realized, Dao's heart was shaken.

Qingtong originally thought that this fallen leaf meant that once the Patriarch of the Three Religions went out of the way, it would be a brand new pattern that has not existed in 10,000 years.

There will definitely be great cultivators in the Ascending Realm and the Fourteenth Realm who will make the kind of blocking the way to stop the river, or even cross the river and demolish the bridge, and kill all the cultivators who might fight with them on their own avenues.

Just thinking about Chen Ping'an's Feijian transmission of letters again, Qing Tong couldn't help but feel cold in his back.

Chen Pingan sneered, "Could it be that when you deal with Zou Zi, you just lie on the ground and pretend to be dead, resigning to fate?"

In the next picture scroll, there is a pair of lingering and afflicted talents and beautiful women, probably the same people in the world will live long, the same lovers will eventually become married, but they are walking on different ways of thinking.

In fact, in a county where Chen Ping’an is the water of the water, running around for alms, or making private visits, it can be regarded as "experiencing the suffering of the people". I once saw a poor old scholar walking home at dusk, passing by the street. Seeing a cooked food case set up, the old man walked a long way out, repeatedly talking about no good, I am a scholar, how can I go shopping in person. When I walked to the door of the house, I was really greedy. I looked at the sky, and when it got dark, I couldn’t recognize people... Just think again, the moon is bright and recognizes people again. It’s better to wait for the twilight moon to rise again. At that time, it was still darker... Finally, the old scholar went to the house to pick up a basket and walked out quickly. In the cooked food case, he didn't dare to dispute the price. It's getting dark...

I have also seen a man who accidentally lost his wages, sitting on the side of the street, some distance from his home, and slapped himself hard.

Not far away, there was another group of young and old gamblers gambling there, making money that could not be kept through the house like running water, shouting loudly, and slapped in the face.

After that, the old monk was in the main hall and chopped the Buddha statue to make firewood for heating.

Called the enlightened wild fox meditation, the literary barriers of scholars studying Buddhist scriptures, those who beat Pueraria lobata, and those mad meditations that swear at the Buddha at every turn...

However, Chen Ping’an knows that, in addition to the fact that he met Lu Zu’s pillow and the civil servant praying for rain and governing water, all these are Zou Zi's exploring his own Taoist inclinations, or to be precise, it is The importance of the purpose of the Three Religions in my heart.

Zou Zi's deepest intentions were that she met the old woman on the road after the rain. The old woman was in ragged clothes, but riding a horse with gorgeous saddles and bridles.

If it is only understood that the ghosts still have their relatives in the Yangjian to pay homage to the grave during the Zhongyuan Festival, then how should those who have been displaced in the Yangjian deal with themselves? The world is sad in autumn, the grass and trees are sad, the offerings are displayed, the wine commemorates, there is this fierce year, the displacement, the sacrifice is not coming, the soul is helpless... Of course it is okay to think about it, but Zou Zi’s intention is definitely more than this level, and It is through the old woman to explain the current situation of the remnants of the ancient gods and their real intentions. It is also the phrase "Where does the young man go" and the following phrase "The road is sloppy, take a rest for a while, and leave early the next day. ."

Because of the next picture, Chen Ping An and Xiao Mo have become gods of the same place.

Calmly climb high and restore God's position? !

But in Chen Ping'an's mind, Zou Zi's most precarious intention is the last picture, the scene that is both strange and familiar.

It may be because all the sorrows and joys in the world are only from empathy.

Chen Pingan looked around, but didn't notice the slightest strangeness.

I believe that even if I offer a caged bird and completely cover this parasol world, I will still get nothing.

It seems that knowing more will only bring more unknowns.

In fact, many times I would envy the monk Qingtong, so I just went to the ground, thinking nothing about it, what kind of love is it, is it windy and rainy, or the sun is shining, and love will not come.

Chen Pingan took out the sword-raising gourd from his sleeve, took a sip of his drink, looked up at Qingtong, and said, "Go ahead, the real reason."

Qing Tong had a weird face and said in his heart: "You already know the similarity between me and Lu Tai?"

Chen Pingan nodded.

Qing Tong no longer smiled sincerely, and no longer spoke in his heart, his voice was cold and cold: "One I believe in Zou Zi’s guess, another I believe in my own eyes. Just fighting often, I want to see more. In fact, the more I look at it, the more confused it becomes, but it's not as bad as not to look at it."

Qing Tong raised his hands and patted his knees lightly, his expression relaxed, "Maybe it's all blindfolded, but what does it matter? That's it."

The implication is that a young fellow believes that the future Chen Pingan that Zou Zi guessed will definitely come, but another young fellow chooses to believe that the former Chen Pingan will always be the former teenager.

Chen Ping'an nodded, expressing understanding.

Putting away the sword gourd, Chen Ping’an stood up and said with a smile: “Senior Yuanxiang, the reason why he would engrave on the sycamore tree is because the senior felt that there were actually two long trips in his life. One was for a Taoist man. Death and death, once was completely forgotten by the world, so Senior Yuanxiang would engrave everywhere, because he hopes that in the next thousand years, all future generations will know about the world. There was once a sword repairman named Yuanxiang who existed in the world. "

Qingtong got up and asked, "Is it the file record from the summer residence?"

Chen Pingan smiled and shook his head: "I guessed it."

When Chen Pingan was about to leave, Qing Tong suddenly said, "Please sit down."

Chen Pingan was stunned, "Why did you change your mind?"

Qing Tong smiled and said: "In fact, there is no reason, it is just a gamble. Either you lose money to your grandma's house, or you can make a lot of money."

Chen Pingan asked, "Don't regret it?"

Qing Tong smiled and said, "It's not too late to regret it when you regret it."

Chen Pingan took his seat again and said, "Xiao Mo, help protect us."

Xiao Mo smiled and nodded, and glanced at Qingtong sideways.

Qingtong seems to be indifferent, but in fact it is a little bit narrow, as if to say, Xiaomo Daoyou, be polite to me in the future.

On this day's New Year's Eve.

The world's phoenix tree leaves fell in abundance.

At the same time, there are man-made dreams, a heavenly journey.

I invite all monarchs to dream.

Borrow a stick of incense from Jun.

Hongzhu Town has always been a pattern of vertical streets and horizontal alleys. Between Guanshui Street and Guanshan Street, there is an unnamed alley. There is a small bookshop without plaques. The business is deserted all year round, but the prices of books are strange. High, do not reduce the price, do not open for a year to open for three years.

The young shopkeeper, Li Jin, the **** of water in the Chongtan River, was lying on a wicker chair, carrying a hand stove, and taking a nap.

For some early New Year's Eve dinners, there have been bursts of firecrackers.

In the eyes of outsiders, being an official is nothing more than a good official or bad official. For those in official circles, it is also simple, do you want to climb up?

Secular public gates are no different from Shanshui officialdom, so Li Jin, the water **** of the Chongtan River, obviously does not want to climb up.

Just talk about the three heavy golden rains in the past few years. The monarch Wei Shan in Beiyue Piyun Mountain has benefited the most. The key is that he is within his jurisdiction. In the eyes of the gods of mountains and rivers, Mr. Wei Dashan is called a deduction searcher. , Even the mountain of the prince in the Beiyue boundary was not covered with rain and dew.

Li Jin narrowed his eyes, his heartstrings tense, but quickly got up with a smile, "Chen Shanzhu, good supernatural powers."

After hearing the request of the "uninvited guest", Li Jin wondered: "Similar to the Wanmin Umbrella?"

Chen Ping'an laughed dumbly when he heard this metaphor, and thought for a while, "I can barely say that."

Li Jin pondered for a moment, and said, "I don't need your share of merit, but I have something to ask for, which is regarded as an exchange."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "The business remains the same, but if Li Shui asks for something, as long as I can do it, I will definitely not refuse."

Li Jin said tentatively: "When the owner of the mountain returns to Luopo Mountain next time, can there be Lord Lao'coloring' a white drawing scroll?"

Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "But when Zhu Lian and Peixiang returned from Qingfeng City and passed by your place, one of the two scrolls presented to Brother Li?"

Li Jin nodded and said, "Exactly."

Chen Ping’an knew it well, knowing that Zhu Lian passed by the shop last time and gave Li Jin two paintings, both of which were white-line drawings. The first painting was a carp painting, Li Jin’s appearance, and riding a big carp. , Only the head and tail are exposed, and the carp's body is hidden in the sea of ​​clouds. On this scroll, Zhu Lian uses the seal of Zhu Wen to engrave the eight characters. My heart is deep and secluded, and I am in the realm of Ming Dynasty. As for the other picture scroll, it was the scribe in front, as if he had already jumped over the dragon gate, overlooking the rapids above the dragon gate, because the scribe in the picture scroll supported the dragon gate pillar with one hand. Zhu Lian seals the eight characters with white letters: Yulong is in disguised form, superbly transformed.

Just because it is two white-drawn scrolls, Li Jin's "request", the so-called coloring, is like a kind of temple Taoist temple as a deity... depicting gold.

The canonization of the gods of mountains and rivers, of course, can only be the emperor's will of the local court, or the sages of the Confucian Temple can "mouth the constitution."

But in addition to the second-class description of gold, some monks with consummate merit, or some great monks with sufficient realm, do have a certain effect.

Chen Ping'an nodded and said, "You don't need to next time, you can do this today."

Li Jin said helplessly: "In this... dreamland, my two paintings are all imaginary things."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Li Shuishen just contemplates, and you will know after a try."

Li Jin contemplated that picture scroll, of course it was the picture of a carp rising to the sky. As for the carp jumping into the dragon gate, I dare not think about it for the time being.

When Chen Ping's wrist twisted, he turned out to be the little snow cone that was given to gentleman Zhong Kui back then. He took the picture and spread it out in the air, carefully painting the carp with gold, and finally finishing the eye.

Li Jin was surprised, what kind of visualization? Can it be turned into reality?

Am I dreaming?

Yes, I was dreaming...

So after waking up from a dream, it's always going to be empty baskets, right? Chen Ping'an would definitely not make jokes about this kind of thing.

Chen Ping'an suddenly said: "Since all of them are here, then good things will come in pairs."

Li Jin hesitated.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "It's a matter of raising your hand."

For the scribe on the second scroll, the robe on his body is depicted in gold.

After that, Chen Pingan took out the name stamps of the two parties, Luoposhan Chen Pingan and Chen Shiyi.

The upper and lower inscriptions are in Yin, and Zhu and Bai are used together, which means Lianzhu.

Because of the particularity of the number of seals and the ancient singular number, because there is the intention of "use one instead of two, use three instead of four, and take an odd number to help the sun."

So in the end, Chen Ping'an took out another seal, which was the watermark that had been with him for many years.

Li Jin put away the two paintings, made a bow with Chen Pingan, and thanked him from the bottom of his heart. He stood up and said in a deep voice: "Later, the incense sticks will definitely be sincere. The rivers of the Danjiang River are righteous, and Li Jin is willing to do the best for the landscape of Tongyezhou. Meager power."

Dressed in a green shirt, disappeared.

Li Jin opened his eyes and quickly took out two scrolls from the square.

Sure enough, gold has been described.

Water transport is abundant, beyond imagination.

Li Jin immediately returned to the Chongtan River Water Mansion with the wind, and solemnly took a bath and changed his clothes. Finally, he took a deep breath, facing the south, twisting his hands like incense, condensing part of the water transport under his jurisdiction, and finally lit a scent of water.

at the same time.

Near the Chongdan River, a river righteous **** with a green snake entwining his arm is the same.

And a certain water **** empress, even more so, is extremely sincere, and does not lose the first two colleagues at all.

The lotus root blessed land in the Luopo Mountain, under the water dragon, led the rivers and water gods in the blessed land, and each lit a stick of fragrance.

North Ju Luzhou Jidu.

In a magnificent new Hou Mansion, a black-clothed teenager with golden eyes sat cross-legged on the main seat in the lobby, smiling and looking at the Shangci Shuizheng who came as a guest, "Situ stirred, tell me , Is it considered poor and no one asks in the downtown area, rich in the mountains with distant relatives?"

The former colleague and the subordinate now had a smile on his face that was a bit embarrassing to hide.

Li Yuan just chuckled, but he was not afraid of the other side's grudges. The two sides knew the bottom line. Having been neighbors for countless years, the other side was unprofitable and unprofitable. As long as the money is in place, everything is easy to talk about.

Both parties are from Shuizheng, and have been brothers and sisters for many years.

In the previous years, there were only two temples left in the three temples of Jidu, and the upper temple was located in the Chongxuan Department of the Dayuan Dynasty. The Central Temple where Li Yuan is in charge is in the Water Dragon Sect, but it has only been refined into a Patriarch Hall.

In the Longgong Cave, Fushui Island, which used to be the Taoist Temple of Li Yuan in the past, also helped to build a bridge and helped Chen Ping An to buy it at a very low price.

In comparison, before he was promoted to Dadu Longtinghou, the guy named Situ Jidang in front of him was even more generous.

In the past so many years, I haven't seen this guy come to Longgong Dongtian to ask for a polite greeting. He is very arrogant and has a backing.

This time is different from the past, Situ Ji ran up to get close to himself every three and a half times.

Situ Jidang, as Jidu Shangci Shuizheng, used to be the appearance of an old man, but now he is not rejuvenated, but he is also radiant. Because the former Confucian Temple has always deliberately ignored the issue of Dadu's canonization. As the existence of incense in Dadu Temple, for thousands of years, it has always been in a self-defeating and pitiful situation, with a long history of ancient official positions. Like a poor officialdom who couldn't receive his salary at all, he was even more pitiful than the Qingshui Yamen of the dynasty under the mountain. The emperors and monarchs of the various countries along the Dadu, the large and small imperial courts, are unable to help, and there were no dragon kings in the world before, of course, the distant waters cannot save the nearby fires. Every time a golden body appears cracks, it is almost irreversible and there is no retreat. Whenever a golden body collapses, there will be one less Shuizheng in the world. In the heyday of the past years, large and small drove through the sea and dud the water. More than two hundred water was right, and there was no one in ten.

But since Aquarius created a great blasphemy with manpower, it was tantamount to "a precedent", and the Confucian Temple finally took action. Some Dadu Shuizheng, even if they have not been able to be directly promoted to Dadu Lord, like Li Yuan, but even if it is Situ Agitation who maintains the same status as Shuizheng, it is only because the Confucian Temple’s canonization is equal to the awe-inspiring Dadu orthodoxy. Once again Acknowledging Shuizheng's line, this time, they blasphemed the old officials, it is not the dead wood and spring.

Li Yuan didn't continue to ridicule Situ Jidang, and started talking about business.

After talking about business matters, Li Yuan personally sent the guests to the gate. Firstly, it was courtesy. Secondly, every time he looked up at the golden plaque of "Longting Houfu" at his gate, he felt happy in his heart.

These Shuizheng names and surnames are not taboo, even the surnames next to the fire character will not hinder the main road.

But the name must be next to the word "water", which is a fixed rule since ancient times.

For example, Li Yuan's "source" and Situ's "agitated".

But the words thirsty and sand are definitely not good. As for the manchu characters are slightly larger, the bay characters are too small, and the flood is too bad. So if you need to change the name, then the words such as rising, turbulent, and warm are all good choices.

Li Yuan had always felt that Situ Ji was better than himself. It must be because of the dominant name. Now it seems, hehe, average.

Swaggering back to the mansion, really unwilling to go to the government office of the government office to find the guilt, so he used the water technique to go to Dadushui, and quickly escaped for thousands of miles, and finally quietly went to the Dragon Palace cave sky, Li Yuan finally Sitting on the sea of ​​clouds, overlooking the islands in the lake, green snails in the jasper plate.

After watching for a long time, I couldn't see a flower. Li Yuan yawned, fell back, and lay down on the sea of ​​clouds. Anyway, there was nothing to do. No, I'm busy, uncle, so I'll take a nap.

The black-clothed boy slowly opened a pair of golden eyes and said with a sneer: "Who is a thief, so brave, how dare..."

Halfway through, Li Yuan jumped up and said, "Chen Ping An?!"

Wearing a long green shirt, smiled kindly and said, "If you have anything, please help."

Li Yuan raised his hands and patted his cheek hard, crisp and sweet, "Say!"

It is also necessary to help a swollen face to fill a fat man.

Do I need to ask anything? I can’t. First nod and agree to be a brother.

Li Yuan finally waved his hand, "What merits do you want? If you see it outside, see it outside..."

Chen Ping'an shook his head and insisted: "The rules are, no exceptions, just come back to you for a drink."

Li Yuan hesitated for a moment, nodded, and asked sternly, "I want to see Shen Lin next?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and nodded, "I have seen Duke Lingyuan, and I have to continue on my way."

Li Yuan asked in a low voice, "A lot of places to go?"

Chen Ping'an still nodded, "A lot."

After that, Chen Ping'an continued to "dream far away."

In the demon building of "a certain" town, a tall old master stood leaning on a railing, looking at the sycamore tree not far away.

Next to him is a middle-aged Taoist priest holding a purple bamboo stick, a large gourd wine scoop hanging from his waist, a yellow shirt and hemp shoes, and a sword on his back.

In fact, the old master and this "middle-aged" Taoist priest, if they are both predecessors at this moment, they are looking at the current future.

The Taoist priest smiled and asked, "What happened to you when you traveled out?"

The old master laughed at himself: "It's not very good, it's not very good, the village boy deceived me to be too weak."

The old master looked for a moment and said, "Friend Chunyang, do you help me with the calculations?"

The Taoist nodded with a smile, "The Most Sacred Master has spoken, how dare Lu Yan refuse to follow it."

The old master joked: "What Lu Yan is the long-awaited Lu Zu."

Lu Yan couldn't laugh or cry. He pinched his fingers and said with a solemn expression: "Popular on the ground, watch."

The old master gave a hum, it was the fifth line of the Guan Gua, nodded, waved his sleeve casually, and said, "Take it again."

The line that Lu Yan calculated earlier was that the day and the earth are moving, the yin and the sun are waning, and the avenue is declining and everything is difficult to move. Or to be precise, everything is changing and we should wait and see the situation.

Gentlemen should stay quiet and not move, and watch the wind from the wall for the time being.

After a while, Lu Yan continued: "The Ninth Five-Year Plan, watch my life, the gentleman has no guilt."

The old master smiled and said, "That's very good. God helps those who help themselves."

Lu Yan hesitated to say something and stopped. Forget it, you are the Most Sacred Master, in the vast world, of course you have the final say.

After holding his hands together, the old master smiled and said, "Don't think that I did something, how could it be possible."

The Most Sacred Master was amazed suddenly, and said, "Yeah, I suddenly felt that Yuan Bucian Tian was walking alone in the moonlight tonight."

Lu Yan smiled and nodded.

The old master sighed with emotion for no reason.

The most sacred master of the vast world, mentioned a few names,

Among them, Yu Ke is the name of Li Sheng. The name of Kou is the real name of the head teacher Bai Yujing.

The following sentence.

"I really don't know how many people in the world have established religions and claim to be their ancestors, and how many people claim to be invincible."

The previous sentence.

"If there is no Chen Qingdu, Yu Ke, Kou Ming, Chen Pingan."