Chapter 932： I am the host (middle)

Chen Pingan didn't cross the threshold and stepped into Jianchi Hall. After all, it was where the Patriarch Hall of Ziyang Mansion was located. He turned around and said with a smile: "Let's go to the kitchen for a long time."

The hanging portrait of the patriarch inside, the middle one is Wu Yi who wears a robe and steps on a cloud shoe. In addition, the portraits of the palace masters of the past dynasties are arranged side by side.

And tomorrow on the side of Xiandu Mountain, there will be a portrait of Chen Ping'an in the center of Qingping Jianzong Patriarch Hall.

When Qing Tong moved, he turned his head and glanced at the plaque, Jian Chi Tang?

The generals or knights in the books often say "reach out and press the sword and scream".

It's just that Ziyang Mansion is a sect that doesn't even have sword repair, so he is embarrassed to use such a hall name? This is very ethical and uncoordinated.

However, it can be seen that Wu Yi of the Taoist name Dongling seems to have inherited part of the water transport left by the ten thousand-year-old Jiao, and the rest, Cheng Shanchang of the Dafu Academy, should have been given to the Hanshijiang Water God.

The New Year's Eve dinner at Ziyang Mansion was held in Xuemangtang, which had always been used to entertain guests.

After all, there are not a few larger mountain mansions that will eat New Year's Eve dinner properly.

The genealogical monk is not going to travel or retreat, or participate in various ceremonies and ceremonies.

Near Xuemangtang, there is a long line of kitchens that separate houses such as delicacies of mountains and seas, wines and fruits, serving as the maid of the chef’s house, coming and going like a fish.

A rich family with a deep heritage, always talks about the food that is not tired of eating and eating, and if you pay more attention to it, you will work **** the matter of clear offerings in the mountains and wilds.

There is Zhu Lian as a housekeeper in Luopo Mountain, who is not afraid of trouble, inside and out, big and small things are all taken care of anyway, so there is really no need for others to worry about it.

Every year, not every month, Zhu Lian would receive the salary of a snowflake money on time, saying that he was trying to make up a small summer money.

Standing outside a stove, Chen Ping'an glanced at a few food boxes in Zhendelou, jokingly: "According to my old chef, some of the so-called old-fashioned restaurants are just the same as the first-time cooking."

At the Shujianhuchi Shuicheng, Chen Ping'an had tasted the bamboo stick crab. It was the first time in his life that he was a host and hosted a banquet.

There are only a handful of such things. The most recent time was on the Changpu River in Dali Capital. Guan Yiran and Jing Kuan were invited to have a drink. Of course, it was not a flower wine. Now Jing Kuan has left Beijing as the prefect of Baoxi County in the new prefecture.

Qing Tong asked: "Old cook? Is that the noble son Zhu Lian from a blessed lotus root?"

Chen Pingan asked, "Have you seen Zhu Lian's true face?"

Qing Tong nodded and said, "I am no stranger to Ouhuafudi. I often go there to relax. Of course I have seen Zhu Lian."

And I didn't dare to watch more.

Because the Zhenyao Tower and Guandao Temple are neighbors, Qingtong had seen Zhu Lian twice in a distance. It was really a...wonderful person, of course, this guy was still pretty good-looking.

Once when Zhu Lian was young, he went to the outskirts of the capital to go out in spring, and once when Zhu Lian was young, he walked alone with swords.

In Zhiguai Legend and Jianghu Romance, there are often vulgar bridges where the woman fell in love with a strange man at first sight. Don’t believe it. Zhu Lian is on the river and lake without talking, just relying on a face, you don’t know how much love debts you have incurred. .

The romantic noble son, climbing high and looking into the distance, standing against the railing, just twisting a strand of hair on the temple with two fingers, as if he was about to twist the hearts of the women who were watching.

It seems that as long as you are infatuated with one person, whether you are married or not, you can't ask for it, or you can grow old together, affectionate like a vengeance, and you will never stop if you don't die.

How many old white-haired women on the rivers and lakes, when they are very old, still want to see Zhu Lang in this life, and they are ashamed to see Zhu Lang.

Qing Tong ridiculed: "When will you hold Jinghua Shuiyue at Luoposhan? If Zhu Lian is willing to restore his true appearance, I will definitely support him and promise to start with a grain of money every time."

The four people in the picture scrolls brought out of the Ouhuafudi by Chen Ping'an, and the three of Wei Xian, none of them were hidden and tucked away. They showed themselves in true form, but Zhu Lian had changed his face, and became an old man with a rickety figure and a mouthful of meat.

At that time, Chen Ping'an was kept in the dark anyway, but Qingtong found it very interesting.

Chen Ping’an smiled and said, “Really? I can discuss with Zhu Lian, and open a piece of Jinghuashuiyue for fellow fellow daoists alone. After that, I’ll only have one guyuqian. I promise that you can see Zhu Lian every day. See you until you are full."

Qingtong was silent.

Qingtong is also considered a well-informed Taoist man, but a handsome man with the appearance of Zhu Lian, it seems that he hasn't seen the second one. It is the woman who is praised as the beauty of the country, I am afraid that she will be ashamed.

Beauty Beauty, it turns out that it's not just being monopolized by women.

The beauty of youth, the wind is clear and the moon is white, and the thinking is innocent.

Young handsome, undifferentiated, banished immortals.

But don't think that Zhu Lian is an embroidered pillow with an empty skin. Later, Yu Zhenyi and his ilk, the so-called summit, became the number one in the world, just because the lotus roots are so big.

And from the tycoon and noble son to the mainstay of the fallen country, and then to the Zhu Lian who dominates the martial arts lunatic, he became the well-deserved number one in the world, just because the lotus roots are so big.

It seems that the results are the same, but the two sides are in completely different situations.

Chen Pingan asked coldly: "Is the old view of the master's method of harmony, similar to the avenue of ‘when there is nothing wrong in the world and nianfeng’?"

Qing Tong asked, "The hidden official said that the harvest will be the next day?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Just guess it casually."

It's really just casual guessing, because just now Qing Tong talked about Xiao Mo's wine making at Luobao Beach, and Xiao Mo's identity will have the term "Fate from Heaven" in later generations.

Coupled with the true body of the old view master, and the "smelly bull nose and old way", some of the actions in that battle seemed to be slightly erratic, but there was no too obvious bias, and on the whole it was still standing. In the Haoran world, the old Guanzhu didn't choose to lean towards the wild world because of his origin in the Great Dao. As for the sake of wine in the world, it has always been a matter of peace. A chaotic person is not as good as a peaceful dog. Who has spare time to make wine? What's more, all dynasties and generations often have different levels of prohibition. As for the so-called knights in the wine shop and restaurants, it is not realistic to say a few catties of beef at every turn.

A series of clues that seemed to be far away from the sky, after intermittently put together, made Chen Ping'an feel slightly in his heart, and began to quickly go through the books in the library in the lake of mind, and finally found an ancient and unfamiliar "old saying". There is a potential thread that is not easy to detect.

Chen Ping'an slowly said: "Times and years are abundant, and there are many grains and stalemates, and there are also high grains, trillions and zi. It is wine for wine, and blessings are for all people, so as to make a hundred gifts."

Qingtong's expression was calm, and he didn't say a word. Jomo felt that this action was inappropriate. It was a bit like acquiescence, and he immediately added a sentence, "The Hermit Lord is really a fantastic idea."

Chen Ping'an glanced obliquely, no matter what the final truth, presumably Qing Tong's general guessing direction could not escape this context.

Does this mean that in the peaceful and prosperous age, the old masters of the Taoist temple in the East China Sea will have high combat power? But if it's in troubled times, the morality will decline, and the attacking force will be weakened?

Qingtong felt very annoying.

The old Taoist temples in the East China Sea, the Sunbao Valley in the corridors of the Taoist temples, and Huang Cancan on the Sagu Field were all done by the master of the old masters. The little Taoist boy who had his eyes above the top and carried a big gourd slanting all the year round was not qualified to be involved. And these, and the sword-raising gourd, one of the gourd vines planted by Taoist ancestors in the past, is called "douliang". When the average monk hears this name, he will immediately think of the phrase "the sea is not worth fighting for." So mystery, to be precise, is it both mystery and mystery, or return to the basics? It's really just a measure of things.

And the world needs to use the most amount of things, isn't it just the grains that are harvested every year?

Chen Ping'an walked towards Xuemangtang, rippling waves, as if out of the mirror, showing his figure, and then said with Qingtong: "Don't hide your figure."

In the entire Ziyang Mansion, only Wu Yi of the Yuan Ying Realm was able to perceive that aura. She left Huang Chu and rushed to the place with murderous aura, only to be stunned on the spot.

I never thought that this person would take the initiative to come to the door.

After Chen Pingan's proposal, Wu Yi didn't have to think about it at all, and he agreed on the spot without hesitation.

Not to mention that you can earn that precious and unusual merit in vain, even without this great gift, Wu Yi would nod his head to help light a scent of water.

Because the road her father pointed out for her could not go around Chen Ping'an, it was closely related to Yu Lu, the deceased prince of the Lu dynasty. Yu Lu and Chen Ping'an had been friends for many years and still had half a classmate friendship. As for why his father was able to make sure that Yu Lu, a "loose and idle" survivor of the country, would settle down in Tongyezhou to restore the country to Lu's family, Wu Yi was not interested.

Wu Yi asked Chen Pingan to wait for a while, and she quickly walked to the Jianchi Hall, opened a secret restraint, and took out a mountain treasure from the secret room.

As for the female cultivator wearing Mili, since Chen Ping'an didn't introduce her identity, Wu Yi didn't ask much.

Back in the corridor of the carved beams and painted buildings, Wu Yi handed out small wooden boxes to Chen Ping An.

On the wooden box are carved the statues of the priest Jiaolong, the female fairy Luanfeng, and the ancient real man riding the tortoise-lin.

This thing is the treasure of the town house of Ziyang Mansion, and the palace owners of the past dynasties don't even want to see it.

Wu Yi originally planned to give it to a certain sword fairy embryo in the future to be accepted as a direct disciple by himself, and then wait for the other party to form a pill, and then use it as a late apprenticeship and congratulatory gift.

Chen Ping'an laughed dumbfounded, I'm not here to fight the autumn wind, what are you doing.

"What's inside is an extremely rare ancient sword pill."

Wu Yi mistakenly thought that the other party didn't like this meeting gift, so he had to sullen his heart, and patiently explained: "It was the gift that my father gave me when I was in the Dongfu realm."

Of course, the most important thing is that his father was full and in a good mood at the time, and he would reward this precious treasure.

Qingtong just glanced at the wooden box casually, and listened to Wu Yi's words "extremely rare". After Miao Lei, Qingtong twitched the corner of his mouth, his realm was not high, and his tone was not small.

But when Wu Yi read the Tao Jue silently, his **** erased the layers of restraint on the pocket sword case, and for a while, the sword overflowed and the purple energy rose.

Qingtong was slightly surprised, it was really a valuable thing.

In a long string of purple and gold texts circulating in precious light, there is a sentence: "No one knows about facing the wall for thousands of years, only the mud body is needed for the Sanqing."

Following the several secret prohibitions set by Cheng Longzhou, after Wu Yi opened it, the text suddenly melted like snow and dispersed in an instant. Even Wu Yi was caught off guard and had no time to gather it.

Obviously, Wu Yi mostly got his father's reminder to open all restrictions on the first time.

Chen Ping'an rolled up his sleeves and put all the words and words in his sleeves.

Wu Yi regretted it a little, and said in a low tone, "I heard my father said that this sword pill is from Xiyue in the Middle Earth of the ancient times. It was made by a real Dedao person. It was originally given to a Xiyue deputy. The treasure of the mountain."

In a general sense, the so-called ancient times of the monks today are compared with the "ancient years" ten thousand years ago, starting with four points in the world. For example, Haoran Tianxia is to build a Confucian Temple, and then use the battle of Slashing the Dragon. "There is no more real dragon in the world" as the end point. This is the ancient era in a broad sense. Of course, there are also three or four thousand years forward. The use of an undocumented change as a hidden node is a more narrow term. .

Chen Ping'an still didn't take the sword box, but just said softly: "I heard that the ancient Xiyue person, the main metal casting and smelting, and the genus of feathers and birds."

During those years, according to the ritual system established by the ritual saints, the emperor offered sacrifices to the world's famous mountains and rivers, the Five Sacred Mountains were regarded as the Sangong, and Dadu was regarded as the princes.

However, the true master of the Five Mountains is not a mountain monarch. At that time, the mountain monarch Dayue was more like an assistant official. The assistant was a "real person", and the five mountains were the real people's government. Position, high position. For example, the two or three real people who ruled in Nanyue, one master and two mates, are in charge of the division of the world's astrology, and also the ichthyosaurs of the aquatic clan. And Xiyue's most noticeable responsibilities were, of course, "casting", which to some extent resembled the Ministry of Industry of later imperial courts.

The so-called real-man governance is the real "land gods", which are permanent places in the world.

Of course, the land immortals at that time were not as flooded as later generations. They were not as popular as the monks in the two realms of the Golden Core and Yuan Ying. They were more like ancient times, Xiao Mo and Qing were with him.

The so-called "Earth Immortals" in our eyes.

Wu Yi gritted his teeth, pushed the sword case forward, and said in a deep voice: "It's not for free. If someone recovers from Tongyezhou in the future, I plan to assist him. At that time, I may need Chen Shanzhumei. Say a few words."

Chen Pingan asked with a smile, "Is it the trick that Cheng Shanchang taught you?"

Wu Yi nodded.

Chen Ping'an took the sword box, lowered his head, raised a sleeve, and gently put it in it. After he raised his head, he smiled and said, "If it's just this, then you might lose money."

Wu Yi smiled and put it down.

My father didn't let her give gifts as soon as they met. Wu Yi really underestimated the weight of this sword box. Moreover, she took refuge in Lu. For the latter, it was not a kind of gift in the snow? So speaking of it, Wu Yi still wants to have a friendship and incense with Luoposhan, especially the hidden official. Because in the study of the Dafu Academy, my father said a meaningful word to remind Wu Yi not to feel that he had reached Tongyezhou, so he didn’t have to deal with the master Chen Shan. The mountains are high and the rivers are long. Will meet often.

Chen Ping'an said: "It should be a congratulatory gift given to us in advance for the establishment of the next sect in Luopo Mountain."

After the battle of Slashing the Dragon, the daffodils of the descendants of the Dragon’s genus, if they can walk the river to transform the dragon, are considered to be Taoist, and only these dragons can change their appearances, with various identities, rank among the temples, and the landscape of a country. Complementary luck is a mutually beneficial long-term business. It is not just a benefit for one party. It is tantamount to stealing the dragon energy of a country’s monarch and secretly eating away the “national Zuo”. In the history of the vast nine continents, there are occasional The Chuan Guoyu Seal seems to have cracks for no reason, which is the precursor of Guozuo's breaking.

The reason is "occasionally", of course, because there are 72 academies staring at the mountains and rivers of Jiuzhou.

Once discovered, a genus of Flood Dragons dared to do this, a gentleman and a wise man can cut it to death.

On the other hand, Wu Yi’s father, Cheng Longzhou, served as Huang Tingguo’s ceremonial assistant in his early years. For this ten thousand-year-old Jiao, it may be just a game of relaxation in the world, but for Huang Tingguo’s luck in a country and landscape, it is very big. Helpful.

The only trouble and sequelae of the Taoist Jiao who enters the dynasty as an official is that after a country is destroyed, he will be affected, and then it will be like facing a catastrophe.

This in turn led to even a primordial elder Jiao like Cheng Longzhou still afraid to leave the dojo and easily enter the world to assist the king of the world.

Because according to the historical evolution of the Haoran world, for each big dynasty and small country, it is often a catastrophe in three hundred years.

Only some descendants of Flood Dragons who are stagnant in the Longmen Realm and are destined to be unable to break the bottleneck for a long time will choose a newly established imperial court as the opportunity for breaking the border. Regardless of the calamity two or three hundred years later, based on this pill formation, talk about other things, and become a golden core monk, and it will not be too late to carry that calamity again.

Wu Yi was shocked by the saying that he was "under the sect". Luoposhan was promoted to the sect. Wu Yi was not too surprised. But if you want to say that he created the next sect without stopping, how many of them have been seen for thousands of years? Even less than the fourteenth realm monks in the legend, right?

"The next sect is in Tongyezhou."

Chen Ping'an continued: "It seems that you have become neighbors with Wu Daoyou."

At this point, Chen Ping'an glanced again with blue eyes.

Fellow fellow Daoist, you feel your conscience and talk about it, coincidence?

Qingtong has already accepted his fate.

Chen Pingan and Wu Yi walked side by side, but it was more like Chen Pingan leading the way to a certain place, saying: “I don’t know for the time being whether Yu Lu will return to the country. There is a choice, Wu Daoyou may wish to consider it?"

Wu Yi smiled and said, "Listen to it."

Chen Pingan said in his heart that a woman from the Dugu clan would soon establish a country and proclaim the emperor on the banks of the Tongye Zhouxie River.

Wu Yi was very heart-stirring. Rather than resuming his country in Tongyezhou, would he ask for peace?

Or is it that I actually have hope...Two countries and one country division? !

Wu Yi said, "Let me think about it."

Chen Pingan smiled and said, "Such a big matter must be carefully considered."

Qing Tong said with his heartfelt voice: "This Wu Yi is still clumsy. This sword pill is truly precious, and it is a masterless thing that is easy to refine and succeed."

No matter what it is, it can be used. In short, compared to Jian Xiu Fei Zi, who bred his own life flying sword, it is difficult and easy to use, and it is different.

If it is given to a Qi trainer who is not originally a sword repairer, the difficulty is still not small, but if it is given to a sword fairy embryo who is already a sword repairer, it will be even more powerful.

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "I have a deep understanding of this."

Originally, Qingtong wanted to say, "A gentleman doesn't take advantage of others, are you so ignorant of this sword pill", deliberately responding to the young hermit, just weighed it up, and felt that he still didn't want to provoke this person, so instead He changed his mouth and said: "I don't know each other, I don't know myself in Baoshan. After all, I still haven't gotten the fate, so I will draw water from a bamboo basket."

Chen Ping'an said: "The same is true."

For example, Zou Zi.

In fact, there is also a young swordsman who seems to have become "old enemies" before both sides have veiled their faces.

While Chen Pingan was attending the Confucian Temple discussions, there was a young man on Yuanyangzhu who made money by copying scriptures as his main business. He often went fishing there in his spare time.

This person is the sword repair Liu Cai that Chen Ping'an has always wanted to find, and he is one of the ten young people in the world.

Liu Cai owns two sword-raising gourds, named "Mind" and "Immediately". The former raises the sharpest flying sword while the latter raises the fastest flying sword.

Like Chen Pingan, Liu Cai possesses two natal flying swords. Among them, the flying sword "Bi Luo" is known as one sword breaking ten thousand swords.

The second natal flying sword "White Ju" can even ignore the constraints of time.

Liu Cai used the "mind" of raising the sword gourd to warm the flying sword "Bi Luo" and the "immediate" warm raising of the flying sword "White Ju", it is simply a match made in heaven.

Since it is tailor-made for Liu Cai, isn't it a tailor-made for Chen Ping An?

Because it is clearly aimed at, restraining, and overwhelming Chen Pingan's two natal flying swords when he first became a sword repairer, the caged bird and Jing Diyue.

Chen Pingan asked, "Does this sword pill have a name?"

Wu Yi nodded and said, "I heard my father said that it was called'Niwan'."

Chen Pingan smiled and said, "It's a big name."

Wu Yi said in a huff: "Lord Chen Shan, don't sprinkle salt on my wound."

The host and guest walked around, approaching a secluded courtyard. Chen Ping'an did not knock on the door, but just stopped, as if waiting for something.

Instead of investigating the words and deeds in the house, it helped isolate the two parties who were drinking tea in the room, so that Qingtong couldn't explore the movement in the courtyard.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "The hospitality of Ziyang Mansion is as good as ever."

Wu Yi just pretended not to hear the thorns in the words of the young hermit. She leaned against the pillars, wrapped her hands around her chest, and sneered. I don’t feel at ease anymore, how can I be as leisurely as I am now, boil famous springs and taste good tea."

Qingtong is amazed, the little Yuanying Shuijiao, his tone is not worse than that of a real dragon.

It's just weird. Qingtong found that Chen Ping'an didn't seem to be annoyed at all. Instead, he smiled and nodded in agreement: "That's right."

Qingtong is inevitably curious, what is sacred, can make Chen Ping'an treat such an exception?

Is that the famous Baihu River Goddess of Water? Or the Six-Boundary Takeshi from the bad street?

Mostly the latter.

It seems that the hermit sir next to him always has some weird particularities. If you guess the other way around, you can always guess the answer.

Inside the small courtyard house, the tea is fragrant and pleasant, Xiao Luan recalls the past, feeling very emotional, the life experience is a coincidence and coincidence.

Regarding the "beneficiary" who had been killed halfway, Xiao Luan was at a loss after leaving Ziyang Mansion last time.

At that time, the goddess of water really couldn't understand how a young martial artist who was so respectful on Sun Dengxian's side could make the founder of Ziyang Mansion look so high, and finally changed her mind, pinching her nose and letting her go.

Therefore, Xiao Luan tentatively asked Chen Ping’an’s roots and feet on Sun Dengxian’s side. Hometown?

But a certain son of a tycoon who likes to travel in the mountains and waters of the Dali court, is he a Chinese who is only slightly inferior to the surname of Shangzhu State?

In fact, when Xiao Luan was questioning, she had a bit of complaint in her heart. Why did you Sun Deng first have this kind of incense on the mountain, you didn't explain it sooner.

Sun Deng was also very helpless at the time. He really didn't know at all, and he didn't intend to hide anything from Madam Xiao.

At the mansion that night, Sun Deng accompanied Xiao Luan to the Xuemang Hall for a banquet. He happened to meet the other party and his party. If it hadn't been for Chen Ping's initiative to break the cause, he would not have recognized it at all. After all, the first time the two sides met was on the mountain road in front of the ruined temple in Centipede Ridge. But at that time, the other party was just a young man, with a boy in Tsing Yi and a girl in a pink skirt around him. They were weird and smart. Sun Deng was an old river and lake. Seeing the origins of the two little guys, it was just a simple reminder of the young boy. Sun Deng thought about things that he said and forgot, and he could keep the other person thinking about it for so many years.

If it weren't for the two "book boy maidservants" who were too garish, it made Sun Dengxian a little vague, otherwise Sun Dengxian could not remember just the boy's face.

So that the two sides met again, and they could actually help Baihu River to turn the bad.

At that banquet with hidden murderous intent, Chen Ping’an helped to stop the wine and let Ziyang Mansion disregard the predecessors. After that, the relationship between Baihujiang and Ziyang Mansion was barely eased. In the past few years, there has been less innuendo in Tenghe River God.

Sun Deng drank a cup of tea first, and suddenly found that the goddess of water sitting on the opposite side seemed to have weird eyes, so she stared at himself.

Sun Dengxian wondered: "Mrs. Xiao?"

Xiao Luan held back his laugh, made a gesture of raising his hand, and patted heavily.

Sun Dengxian became more and more at a loss. Is this playing a riddle with himself?

Xiao Luan pursed her lips and laughed, and stopped selling the jerk, she said, "If I remember correctly, after you did such a move back then, you just said to him like this,'Good boy, he's a big name. , You can come to Ziqi Mansion to eat and drink.'"

Sun Deng was embarrassed when he heard the words, and after holding back for a long time, he could only suffocate the phrase "the one who doesn't know is not guilty" with insufficient confidence.

After the reunion, one party kept calling Sun Daxia.

Don't say anything about it, Sun Dengxian just thought he was a few years older, so he didn't take it seriously at that time.

In the past years, Lizhu Cave, Huaihuang County, Longquan County, the young mountain owner of Luopo Mountain, and Liu Xianyang, the sword immortal of Longquan Jianzong, jointly asked Jian Zhengyang Mountain.

After that was the Shanshui Dibao from the Middle-earth Divine Continent. First, he became the last hermit of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and then defended half of the city alone. Finally, as a hermit, he led the four mountain sword immortals into the wilds. In the hinterland, ask Jian Tuo Yue Shan together.

A big shock, a big shock.

Sun Deng was close to Jiazi in his early years, but he was still strong, with only two temples and stars, but his face was still less than half a hundred years old. This is due to his early career in the army. Huang Tingguo has always been peaceful and fine. Sun Dengxian had no complaints about this. It was only because Huang Tingguo later surrendered without a fight, betrayed his covenant with the Da Sui Gao clan, and switched to the Da Li Song clan. Sun Dengxian resigned from his official position and only did those who cast demons and exterminate demons. As a result, because the evil fox charm he had captured by his own hands, he turned around and changed his face, and became the pillow of the emperor, and he was completely frustrated with Sun Dengxian. It just happened that Xiao Luan was attentive. To solicit, he took refuge in the Baihu River Water Mansion and became half a rich idler.

Thinking back to that year.

"My surname is Chen and my name is Pingan, so Daxia Sun called me Chen Pingan directly."

"Okay, I will call you Chen Pingan."

Reminisce about the past.

Drinking tea is like drinking alcohol.

If you are drinking, you still have to drink your tears.

Xiao Luan said softly: "Sun Gongfeng, I can see that Lord Chen Shan really admires you a bit."

That person back then wasn't just talking to anyone casually and kindly.

Xiao Luan admits that he still has this vision.

Real people do not show their faces, such as high-ranking officials riding bad horses, rich and noble but not obvious.

Sun Deng first smiled and said: "That was the case back then, but I don't know if we meet now, can we talk a few words."

Xiao Luan hesitated for a moment, her eyes murmured: "Then I let you go to Luopo Mountain as a guest, why don't you keep going. The Shui Mansion will not ask you to do anything, it's just like the visitor during the holidays. , Have a drink with the young hermit, and talk about some interesting anecdotes."

The hint clearly stated that Xiao Luan had tried it all, but the chief consecrator of his own water mansion did not nod his head, and never said why, he was very stern.

Sun Deng smiled first, but still didn't explain anything.

After all, the goddess of water is not a quack, and it is difficult to talk with the real quack.

Going up for a drink, it's a human being.

That kind of wine, even if it is Xianjia fermented wine, is not intoxicating, it tastes not as good as a pot of inferior market wine when the water meets the water.

There are already so many smart people in the world, so there is no shortage of me, Sun Deng.

Xiao Luan just rushed to mention it casually. Naturally, he wouldn't really want Sun Deng to get close to the young hermit for himself or the Baihu River Water Mansion.

It's just that on Xiao Luan's side, there is also a secret that is difficult to tell. Whenever he thinks of it, he can't wait to dig a hole.

This matter can be regarded as a handle in Wu Yi's hands.

Sun Deng said goodbye to the goddess of water, left the house, preparing to walk in the courtyard and stretch his muscles and bones.

He actually lives in the wing room on the side of the yard.

Are men and women who are lonely and widowed? If you didn't arrange the two of you in the same room, even if Ziyang Mansion treats guests well.

There was a knock on the door just outside the courtyard.

When he walked to open the door, Sun Deng was stunned for a while, except for Wu Yi who came to the door himself.

Next to Wu Yi, there was a young man standing beside him, in a blue shirt and long gown, with a refined manner and full of moral spirit.

Xiao Luan had also walked out of the house quickly, with a pair of long autumn eyes, a flash of shame flashed, but he quickly returned to normal.

The man bowed his hands and smiled brightly: "Daxia Sun, Mrs. Xiao, meet again."

Sun Dengxian was only an offering to Jiangshen's Mansion, but Xiao Luan was the righteous **** of Jiangshui, but the person in front of him, intentionally or unintentionally put Sun Deng first in front of him, and Xiao Luan behind.

Xiao Luan didn't dare to care about such trivial matters. He quickly grabbed his knees and bowed his knees. He lowered his eyebrows and said softly, "Baihujiang Xiaoluan, I have seen Mr. Chen!"

Sun Dengxian clasped his fists and laughed loudly: "Sun has seen Lord Chen Shan."

Wu Yi curled his lips. This Xiao Luan is really lucky. It seems that he can always meet this guy next to him. Is this auntie who came too early as a coincidence?

Why, could it be that a wooden sign for God's position was quietly erected in the Baihu River Water House?

It's just that Wu Yi had to admit that Xiao Luan was really a beauty who "has a stunner in front of her husband, enough to move people, thrilling, and intent to keep her eyes on."

When the woman saw it, she felt sorry for me.

It's no wonder that in Huang Tingguo, there will be so many strange and strange novels that scribble her fame and praise her. There is a goddess on the river who wears a purple lotus scarf. With lotus root shoes under one step, Lingbo does not produce dust.

Ah. I don't know if this kind of poem was written by Xiao Luan, and then I was asked to find someone to write it with a knife.

Wu Yi looked at Xiao Luan and asked bluntly: "Mrs. Xiao, let's talk, what can I do for you."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "You talk about your business, and I drink our wine with Daxia Sun."

Sun Deng was embarrassed at first. He didn't bring wine with him, nor did he prepare any drinks in the courtyard. However, Chen Ping'an had already helped out, "I have two pots of homemade Zhuhaidongtian drinks."

When he arrived at Sun Dengxian’s house, he poured two large bowls of drinks. Sun Dengxian didn’t know what to say, so Chen Ping’an asked Sun Daxia if he had traveled to Sui’an County. With such a conversation, the two parties started talking, and soon there were two bowls of drinks. Chen Ping’an simply took off his cloth shoes and sat cross-legged in a chair. Sun Dengxian also drew on the gourd. He was no longer tense. Old Jianghu, as long as he is not so restrained, he can actually speak quite well. The young hermit was looking for a chat. Sun Deng took the initiative to chat about an interesting story. He asked Chen Shanzhu if he remembered the rest of Centipede Ridge. Chen Ping'an smiled and said of course. Sun Deng wiped his mouth first and said with a smile. These old guys, as long as they get together, they will always talk about Chen Shanzhu. As for themselves, they are not embarrassed to say that they recognize you. If they occasionally interrupt a few words, they will be told by a young hermit. Or maybe you were there at the time.

Sun Deng was prone to drinking and hurt his face first, and his face was flushed. In fact, he was only slightly drunk and asked: "Can you ask me something?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said, "Daxia Sun wanted to ask Cao Ci's boxing method?"

Sun Deng asked first: "Isn't the pot not opened and which pot is not lifted?"

"What's the matter? Isn't it just asking Cao Ci, losing four games in a row."

Chen Ping'an raised the wine bowl and gently touched it, each drank a big sip, raised the back of his hand and wiped his mouth, "Cao Ci's boxing method is like a natural success.

However, Chen Ping’an quickly added, “Of course it’s temporary. The Gongdelin one is much better than the three I had no fight back on the Great Wall of Jianqi.”

Sun Dengxian wondered: "How did Chen Shanzhu learn boxing?"

Chen Ping’an thought about it seriously and said, “I was able to endure hardships when a master taught boxing and feeding in the early years. In addition, I have not slackened for so many years. Practicing boxing is the foundation of one's body, and both are indispensable."

Sun Deng smiled and asked, "Why do you think you made wine by yourself?"

Chen Ping'an joked: "Why make money, I am afraid of being poor. If you don't have a lot of money, you have to panic. The money of the poor is sweat on the palms of the hands. If you are tired, there will be nothing, and if you are tired, there will be nothing."

Taking a sip of his drink, Chen Ping’an continued: “Of course there is no shortage of money now, but making money is almost the same as drinking, and it is easily addictive. If you can’t keep your own money, you have to be at ease when you have some money. Because I heard from the old people in my hometown that saving money for children and grandchildren is not necessarily a blessing. You can’t catch it or you can’t catch it, you can only do good. Ji De, the blessing left to the children and grandchildren, they can’t do it unless they want to catch it. The most important thing is the old saying that every household has a field called Futian, and the roots of wisdom are easy to grow in Futian. Therefore, it is better than anything else to give a piece of Futian to the children and grandchildren. , Better than money, even better than books."

Sun Deng nodded first, "It's a pity that many people don't think that way anymore. They think that as long as they are not cruel, they can't make a lot of money."

Chen Ping'an hesitated, "I just have to admit that many times, it seems that this is really the case. For those who are fierce, life is better."

Sun Deng sighed first.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "It's okay. It's not a big deal. We will walk through the Yangguan Road and the single-plank bridge. We will eat our own meals and drink our own wine. Besides, Daxia Sun and I are both martial arts practitioners. "

Sun Deng raised the wine bowl first, and smiled: "That's true, let's take one."

Chen Pingan raised the wine bowl and said, "Looking back, Daxia Sun went to my side of Luopo Mountain, and I personally cook and fry some dishes with wine."

Sun Deng first smiled and said: "With this sentence, it is the best dish for wine."

The previous sentence "The money of the poor is sweaty palms."

Sun Deng was finally able to make sure of one thing. The young Chen Shanzhu in front of him was not a child of a family, he was really poor.

When I met Sun Dengxian and his party back then, it was like a kind of verification that gave Chen Ping an a reassurance. I walked the rivers and lakes so carefully, it was right.

On a larger scale, it proves that there is nothing wrong with Chen Pingan's carefulness in words and deeds in this strange world very different from his hometown.

It's just these words in the heart that neither Chen Ping'an nor anyone mentioned. I met Sun Daxia today, and I haven't drunk it yet, so I can't say it for the time being.

It's like a sermon with both self-evidence and other-evidence.

In the corridor.

The Holy Master smiled and said: "I have been exposed so soon."

The Bixiao Cave Master, who has a high level of cultivating seniority, is of course not limited to the fourteenth realm of the combination of Taoism. It is more complicated than Chen Ping'an's guess.

There are not only the prayers of the time, but also the constraints of geographical advantages, but also the actions of people and actions. But the three can be merged into one, so it is still a very interesting path.

In the early years, after a "world" divided the four worlds, many "young" fourteenth and ascendant mountain monks, of course, would be very curious about the old master of the "first ascent" and how he numbered and why Instead of staying in the wild world, he ran into the Haoran world and became an outlier.

The great monks speculated about this, and after thinking about it for hundreds of thousands of years, they could only think of Chen Ping'an.

Lu Yan said: "The books of later generations are widely circulated. To a certain extent, Chen Ping'an has taken advantage of it."

The Holy Master sighed, "Is it so difficult to admit that a young junior has a bright mind?"

And this "Oh" seemed to have exactly the same tone as that of the old scholar. But judging by the seniority and age of both parties, maybe Wen Sheng has learned how to learn, and got the essence?

Lu Yan shook his head and said with a smile: "Pan Dao doesn't underestimate Chen Ping'an. I looked at him at the hostel on the left side of Handan Road before."

The Most Sage Master insisted on his own opinion, still saying: "You have it."

Lu Yan felt helpless, "The most sacred ancestor is a master of all ages, so don't embarrass Lu Yan as a man in the door."

The Most Sage Master smiled and asked, "Do you think Chen Ping An has guessed the identity of Lu Sheng?"

Lu Yan replied: "It's hard to tell."

The most sage master said: "Although that ancient sword pill is not a rare and rare treasure, it can still be regarded as the word'excellent'. Fellow Chunyang Taoist, do you think Chen Ping'an takes it? Come to refine it yourself, or give it away?"

Lu Yan said: "You are too greedy and can't chew. Most of it is a gift."

The Holy Master smiled and said: "You can bite the roots of the vegetables, eat a lot of hardships, there are no taboos, everything can be done."

Lv Yan said with emotion: "The cultivator is the most selfish."

It's just that people are selfless, how to seek Taoism and become immortal.

The greatest desire is to live long, and then to live long, and finally live with the heavens and the earth.

Master Zhisheng said hey, "Do you like Daoist Chunyang scolding yourself, or scolding me, or are you scolding together?"

Lu Yan shook his head and said, "Just say it casually. It's inevitable to be melancholy about to travel far."

The green hills and white clouds of my hometown, small bridges and flowing water, are waiting for the wanderers in the distance to return home.

It seems that when the day breaks, when you wake up from a dream, you will "open your eyes and see" the sound of flower sales everywhere.

How tough is Lu Yan's Dao heart, and he quickly abated this faint melancholy. He was also quite curious, "The sword repair of the wild woman with the pseudonym Bai Jing is better than a strange daoist friend?"

The Holy Master nodded and said: "That's a pretty fierce woman with high swordsmanship. It's just that Xiao Mo is also very embarrassed. Faced with this kind of entanglement, he can't always face Bai Jingzhen's life and death when he asks the sword. Otherwise, it annoys Xiao Mo. Once a certain natal flying sword is sacrificed, Bai Jing will also be embarrassed. Just saying that the chase that year was really a fight, or Yang Zhi and Zhu Wei would suffer even more, three soaring and two deaths. One injury is an inescapable end. In the wild world, Zhu is tired of that kind of serious injury, but in fact it is no different from death."

"Being a swordsman who protects the way, Xiao Mo can certainly do a good job, but being a dead man is the most veritable."

"So a certain predecessor's picking eyesight has been very good since ancient times."

However, Jian Xiu Bai Jing, a bit like Xiao Yan from the Great Wall of Sword Qi, prefers a pure and unrestrained manner.

Back then, Chen Qing was in the Great Wall of Jianqi and couldn't control Xiao Yan. Now that Bai Ze has returned to the barren world, he may not be able to control Bai Jing.

It's not too much to control, it's just a kind of respect, or a kind of understanding similar to the elders to the younger ones.

The sky is high and the earth is wide, and go free.