Chapter 969： Fengxue old once know

(Sorry, sorry, the update is late.)

Snow is like snow in white clothes, and the snowman is one thing.

Qin Busu always felt that this person was a bit familiar, but she carefully searched through the memories of her heart lake, but no one could match the number.

Cui Dongshan and Na Qin Budou squeezed out big and brilliant smiles, then lowered their voices, begging Senior Song to move and follow him to watch the battle a little further, lest the two boundless martial artists can't use their hands and feet on this mountain summit. Then he took Wang Manmeng and the others away from the city gate. Cui Dongshan planned to choose the roof of a high-door mansion as the viewing venue. However, in today’s windy and snowy night, the snow and wind were flying around and the sight was blocked. Qianhou’s vision was too high. Low, it is destined to not be able to see the punches of both sides. In the previous conversation between Mr. and Han Wanzhan, Cui Dongshan moved a little bit, but Wang Manmeng could not hear it clearly. When I know the identity of the two parties tonight, I regret. Die them.

Both sides of the question box confronted each other in the street, and they were not in a hurry to make a move.

Han Guanghu stood on the spot, just lifted his boots, and when he landed again, the whole street covered with snow was more than a foot thick, like being washed by hot water, the fog rose, and waited until the old Wufu slowed down. Standing still, if a ground dragon is paved, the road is abnormally dry, and the falling snow does not wait for it to fall on the ground and melts on its own. In the end, only the area around Chen Ping’an’s feet is still left with snow.

Song Yushao followed Cui Dongshan out of the street and glanced back at the vision from the corner. The old man smiled. Who said my generation of martial arts is not a fairy.

Cui Dongshan knows very well why the husband needs the punch, of course, it has something to do with that Han Wanzhan is not doing things idiomatically, but besides that, he has a selfish mind.

Want to reassure Senior Song.

How to rest assured?

It's very simple. The old man only needs to see with his own eyes the current boxing technique of the young man who carried the sword in the past, and he can truly feel relieved.

Song Yushao hesitated for a while, gathered the sound, and asked with the white-clothed youth next to him: "Sect Master Cui, can your husband win?"

Before eating hot pot, I heard Chen Ping'an talk about several student disciples, Cui Dongshan is now the first suzerain of Qingping Sword Sect.

The old man and Chen Ping'an were alone, and they had never spoken enough to call him by name, but on Cui Dongshan's side, Song Yushao changed his name.

A junior who has achieved academic success, can write a few couplets, can say a few sage doctrines, or title titles, glorious lintels, the elderly will definitely be pleased, but may not be completely relieved. Intrigue...The same reason, walking in the arena, people are sinister, especially those with strong boxing have nothing to do with good and evil, and I have to admit that the more young people who abide by the morals of the rivers and lakes, the easier it is to suffer. Song Yushao is not fake, but not pedantic and rigid. Therefore, looking at the Jianghu Road under Chen Pingan’s feet, the old man is even more embarrassed. He hopes that Chen Pingan Avenue will go straight and the climb will go smoothly. He also hopes that this young man who has high hopes will not. Injured by believing in morality and following the rules...

Probably this kind of ambivalence can only be found in the elders of the younger generation.

"Senior Song can call me Dongshan."

Cui Dongshan was so prudent and dared to talk nonsense on Han Wanzhan's side. He didn't poke the disgusting person secretly, but provoke him brightly, but he didn't dare to make a hippie smile on Song Yu's side.

"Mr. won’t lose. Even if I ask Cao Ci for boxing, on the surface, he has indeed lost four games in a row, but my husband has his own idea. For outsiders, Cao Ci can understand it, and of course Senior Song must know it in his heart."

Song Yushao said: "I'm worried about this sudden competition. Not only does your husband want to win the boxing grandiosely, but also needs to master the scale and temperament. It's harder and harder, and you suffer too much."

The layman looks at the excitement and the expert looks at the doorway. Song Yushao's martial arts realm is not high, but in this life he has been accustomed to the world, dealing with the three religions and nine currents, and is familiar with the world.

Cui Dongshan lowered his head and rubbed his hands and smiled: "It's okay, Senior Song, don't you know that, before we banished Xiandu Mountain in Xiandu Mountain, the husband used to teach a boxing for Tongyezhou Huangyiyun. It broke the bottleneck of the tenth realm of vitality. It is only because the gentleman made his punches very well. Not only did he not hurt his harmony, but now Pushan Yuncaotang is an ally on the mountain who has formally signed an alliance with Qingping Jianzong. Let’s have another one. For a hundred or two years, the two family genealogy children have frequent interactions with each other, probably even if it is the friendship of the'world friendship'."

Back then, Song Yu burned the golden basin to wash his hands, and chose to quit the rivers and lakes. The green bamboo sword fairy Su Lang, who became famous in Songxi country, refused to follow the rules of the country and broke the rules of the rivers and lakes. He insisted on competing with Song Yushao and just entered With a golden figure, he eagerly visited Jianshui Villa, intending to step on the shoulders of the sword sage of the country of Sushui, and sit on the top spot of the country's swordsmanship in the middle of Aquarius Island. As a result, a genuine young "Sword Fairy" forced Su Lang to retreat and beat him back to the town. Later, in order to retrieve the bamboo yellow scabbard, Chen Pingan found Ma Zhuxian while discussing matters in the Confucian Temple. He even fought hard. He didn’t hesitate to fight against the female Valkyrie Pei Cup and the Daduan dynasty of China. It’s a pity that Chen Pingan is a kid. The old man has never seen it in person after two shots.

The old man believed that he looked at people in his own eyes. When he first met with the sword-backed boy in his hometown, he had long affirmed that Chen Ping’s future road of martial arts would not be slow, let alone bad.

But Song Yushao didn't expect that this day would come so soon, so early, and so...the first thing to do.

On the street, Chen Pingan looked around, an empty city with few visitors.

In the old days at the Great Wall of Jianqi, it was still very lively when the second shopkeeper asked people to ask the boxing.

Han Guanghu reminded: "The old man still means that, don't hide your privates when you do it, otherwise Zongshi Chen will just hit people and face again in this questioning."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "After finishing this fight earlier, the younger generation will invite the seniors to drink."

Han Guanghu laughed blankly, but the young man would speak kind words.

Qin Busu and his party went to the city with the wind, and concisely drew the "Famous Spring" from the Daquan dynasty's sword from under the armpit, moved the snow on the side of the city wall, grinned, "There is no grievance and no enmity. , It’s not a narrow encounter, just meet each other, will we start fighting?"

Could it be that all pure martial arts who have reached the realm are martial idiots who like to meet and fight with each other?

Conciseness will inevitably be a little worried, Han Lao'er will be fine, people in the world say boxing is afraid of being young, and punching the teacher to death indiscriminately. Moreover, Han Lao'er is now in a state of falling and has the root cause of the disease. He coughs every day. The bottle comes from the panacea on the mountain. It always treats the symptoms but not the root cause. If it weren't for Mr. Zeng to remind Jian Ming not to be willful, Jian Ming would like to steal a few "Yuhua Pills" from Qingjingshan Qinghu Palace. On the other hand, the young hidden official, young and strong, rose extremely fast, and has seen a big scene, but now it is at the peak of the scene, the weather, the state, the physique, and the aura. Old man Han really picks his opponent, how to fight?

Song Zhi said: "Don't worry, the two sides are not murderous, they will stop at the end. When they meet, the opportunity is rare. The master of martial arts is no better than the battle of the immortal master. The latter is difficult to find and fill the gap. Wufu asks the box. Hands, not a single mind, rush to life and death, even if injured, in the long run, the benefits are not small."

There are only a few masters of the end in the territory of a continent? Like the Aizhou where the martial arts is thin, only Pei Axiang from Leigong Temple is the tenth realm of martial arts. If Pei Axiang wants to learn fist skills, he has to travel across continents. Beiju Luzhou will definitely not go. Wang Fuying, the old man with a very smelly mouth, was the first martial arts person in Xiazhou, and a woman. In addition, Pei Axiang himself did not travel far and liked quietness, so after reaching the end, he made few punches. As a result, Pei Axiang has not been able to make it to the real level.

Mr. Zeng smiled and said: "This is because neither of them has the intent to kill. As for the murderous intent in them, it is because their fists are too strong. In the eyes of the layman, it becomes killing intent."

There is no killing intent. There is no doubt about this. Whether it is Han Wanzhan of Jin Jiazhou or the young hermit of the summer palace, broadly speaking, they can be regarded as comrades standing side by side. Maybe the two sides felt a little bit of sympathy deep in their hearts, but Han Lao'er was thin-skinned and couldn't say it. After all, if it were not for the army of the wild demon clan, the Great Wall of Jianqi had been blocked for many years, especially compared with the earliest expected result, the time that the wild demon clan was blocked outside the Great Wall of Jianqi would be at least two to three years longer. , This is equivalent to two or three years of preparation for the Zhongtu Confucian Temple and Jinjiazhou Mountain to go down the mountain, otherwise the casualties of Jinjiazhou will only be more severe, and tens of millions of people will be killed at every turn.

However, the two stop questioning boxing is not a trifling matter. As long as one side wants to tell a clear victory or defeat, any accident can happen.

Besides, the punches of Han Lao'er that pressed the bottom of the box with his hands were indeed not lightly weighted.

Qin Buyu explained patiently: "Concisely, a martial artist is practicing boxing and tempering his physique. The reason why he has to keep asking people about boxing is that his mountain stones can attack jade, his body is small, his muscles and bones are like mountains and dragons, and his blood is like a river. A good questioning fist is like moving mountains and rivers, breaking and then standing, opening up a smooth path, which can make a mouthful of pure real air flow faster. In the history of Haoran, it is said that there have been several great masters with profound martial arts, except In addition to his own boxing techniques, teaching people to fist and feed them is even more impressive. Not only can it help the younger generation, but it can even help people heal their injuries. Of course, it is only a rumor."

Mr. Zeng said: "I'm lucky enough to meet two of you, the so-called expert Qin Daoyou."

Concisely asked curiously: "Which two?"

Mr. Zeng said slowly: "Zhang Tiaoxia in the middle-earth. Aquarius Cui Cheng."

Concisely said: "Of course I have heard of Zhang Tiaoxia, the world's first martial artist before Pei Cup, which one does not know, but this Cui Cheng is sacred? It is actually a native martial artist in Aquarius, why Not well-known?"

Mr. Zeng said: "Takefu Yamashita is not a monk on the mountain. He has a limited life span. The deadhead is not the wording of a monk who deliberately belittles the man. Therefore, after a hundred years, people and deeds are old people who can be called anecdotes. In addition, this person has always regarded himself as a scholar. Later, there was a family change, and the family ancestral hall was removed from the name. Now you young people in Aquarius have never heard of this name. It’s not surprising."

Qin Buyu said suddenly: "Senior Brother Zhang once came across a foreign Confucian scholar who traveled to the Divine Continent of China. At that time, the old man appeared to be desperate. He just called himself Cui and was unwilling to reveal his real name. He was sometimes sober, sometimes crazy, and seemed to be a bit distracted. Signs of enchantment, a peaceful meeting, because the meeting, the senior did not want to explore the identity of the other party, but only made a special trip to **** this person for a long journey. Whenever this person is sober, he talks well and is well-learned. In a word, Brother Zhang still remembers him still fresh. This man once said that a man must be true to his life, his words must be true, he must be honest with others, he must stand upright, his academic studies must be rigorous, and his punching must be reasonable."

Mr. Zeng smiled and nodded and said: "Cui Cheng's lifelong desire is actually simple to say, but it's a way of doing it."

Qin Budou glanced at a man in a blue cotton-padded jacket. Could it be that this person's situation is rough, and it is also the work of the person who credits the knife?

The three lines of washing the victims have different levels of layout in Haoran Eight Continents. Only in Baopingzhou, it seems that the Jianyin line of Xishan has hit the wall and suffered a lot, and soon all of them withdrew. Qin Undoubtedly, that brother, it is said that the reason why he was able to leave Aquarius Island alive with a few direct disciples was because someone missed the old love and let them go.

Mr. Zeng said with a heartfelt smile: "No matter how courageous I am, I will not dare to trade with Cui Cheng on credit, otherwise I will be tired and crooked, and I am destined to be unable to leave Aquarius."

There were two groups of spectators, Qin did not doubt that they were on the side of the city, and Cui Dongshan had chosen a relatively wide-view high-rise roof.

When the two people on the street were about to punch, Chen Ping'an suddenly raised his head, looked towards the city, and waved his hand.

Han Guanghu went in without knowing it, neither punching nor closing his punches, nor could he turn his head and look stupidly. If Chen Ping took this opportunity to suddenly shoot, wouldn't it be the end of being knocked down by a few punches?

Chen Pingan's reputation for questioning is now widely circulated among a handful of martial artists at the top of Haoran Mountain, but it is not very good.

Cui Dongshan sighed faintly, and immediately followed her husband's sight, and saw a tall woman standing on the top of the city, silently appearing, standing alone in the wind and snow, squinting and smiling.

As long as she doesn't want people to know, it is Cui Dongshan who thinks he can hit two immortals at will with one hand, and she is unaware.

She is as good as ever to her husband.

But how did she return to the world from the outside world?

Song Yushao also saw the figure of the woman, and said in doubt, "This one is?"

Cui Dongshan cautiously said, "Is it Mr. Sword Servant?"

Song Yushao smiled and said, "As long as it's not that kind of relationship, it's fine."

Cui Dongshan seemed to be frozen into a quail, absolutely afraid to talk.

Qin Busu subconsciously held down the hilt of the knife, as if approaching an enemy, turned his head and looked at the unexpected guest. He didn't have the appearance of Miyu before the great sword, but it made Qin Busu think that this female cultivator was... Heaven and Earth. itself.

Resin turned around and wanted to move forward, trying to protect everyone, but was shocked to find that he felt as if he was stuck in the mud, it was difficult to lift his feet.

Suddenly, this Luoyang Mu guest found that he had condensed Dao Heart, his aura was frozen, and pine resin was a complex magical power, just like temporarily returning all of it to a **** who came to collect debts?

Mr. Zeng still maintained the original posture of looking at the street, motionless, not turning or moving, even forcibly making himself unable to read.

The white-clothed woman didn't question Qin Budou about them either, but fell from the top of the city on the street, and then passed by Han Guanghu, who was about to punch.

It’s not to test each other’s depth, or to follow a female cultivator who doesn’t know how serious it is, but the old man has an illusion that there is no reason to say that he can’t get the punch, regrets it for a lifetime, and wants to be serious again in the future. Going back to the true level is just idiotic dreams. In addition, the elderly Wufu still has an inexplicable sense of victory over the great road in the dark. The fatal enemy and natural enemy are here, and you should give this fist for the world Wufu!

Chen Pingan shook his head slightly, imperceptibly, and then smiled and asked, "Why are you here?"

She smiled and said, "It's a bit boring to wait."

It seems that when the two sides talked about the past, the entire blizzard world resumed its normal operation.

When she passed by Han Guanghu, she deliberately slowed down and turned to look at the old martial artist who wanted to punch.

She didn't speak, but Han Guanghu's heart lake had already stirred up stormy seas, and the old man could clearly hear her cold voice, with a slight sarcasm.

"It's still a bit capable. At a young age, you can understand the broken edict at the apex of the martial arts. Unfortunately, limited by the mediocre aptitude and numerology, you are destined to not reach the top, and the earthly vulgar will not see the true god."

"You are……"

"Mao Zu Jin said everything, and I will tell you the answer."

Han Guanghu couldn't say one more word unexpectedly.

Chen Pingan smiled and introduced Han Guanghu: "Master Han, she is the elder in my family."

She turned around, walked backwards, stopped by Chen Ping'an, and stared at the old martial artist. With a gentle smile, she corrected herself: "Wrong, wrong, this one next to me is my master."

She smiled and said, "That Lu Chen, it's a bit hard to kill, but you just need to be cruel, it's not impossible to kill."

For thousands of years, there have actually been several unknown "watersheds" in the vast river of time. To her, they were ferry crossings.

There are only a handful of "Taoist" who have the strength to appear at these ancient ferry crossings. Of course, there are only a handful of cultivators who can show up at the ferry crossing. If there are not enough hands, then they can stop the sword light, of course. Only less.

Of course, she is not willing to take advantage of this innate advantage and bully the young monks like Lu Chen or Yu Dou. Besides, once she acts like this, she is too involved, and it is easy for the long river of time to appear one or two tributaries out of thin air. The future is unpredictable. It’s really unnecessary. Back then, Qi Jingchun went upstream twice during his lifetime. With two time ferry crossings, once as a bystander, he witnessed the scene of "the world’s Taoist officials and blue cranes are in groups, and they are cut together. The battle of "One Continent and Landsinks" of the "Outer Demon". Once in the present moment of all the people of the world, it was only two hundred years ago between him and Dao Zu, that Qi Jingchun and Dao Zu had a special question in the Taoist Temple of the Little Lotus Cave.

Chen Pingan shook his head.

She nodded.

Indeed, Jiazi time, even three to five hundred years, is indeed dispensable for her, and safety is negligible.

It's boring to stay outside, just wait patiently.

As a sword bearer, at the peak of the heavens in the past years, once a sword was slashed for three hundred years, causing the entire long river of time to appear a truncated flow, all turned into nothingness.

Ten thousand years ago, the five highest in the ancient heavenly court, with the exception of that one, the other four gods went their own way, otherwise there would not be the battle between water and fire.

She smiled and said, "Young man, talk to my master in the future, be polite."

Han Guanghu was extremely awkward, neither speaking nor nodding.

If you can't beat it, you still have to have the strength of character.

She stretched her waist, "I'm back, the master remembers to go to the outer sky earlier to practice swords, it should be sooner rather than later, and there should be no delay."

Without waiting for what Chen Pingan said, the next moment, the city's time flow reversed. Except for the two people on the street who were the mainstays and were not disturbed by the running water, only the roof Cui Dongshan and Chengtou Zeng were also the exceptions. The rest of the people, It's like never seen the woman in white from beginning to end.

She has returned to the outside world, coming and going in a hurry, without a trace.

Chen Ping'an looked embarrassed and said, "Master Han, shall we continue?"

Han Guanghu shook his sleeves, and said out of anger: "I'm still hitting a fart."

The old man was repeatedly claimed by a lady to call a young man, but the key is still not daring to talk back. What kind of a fight with you, her master, his mother, has never been so embarrassed in this life.

After a daze, Chen Ping'an saw that Han Guanghu became dull, and then gave himself a thumbs up, and said something that made Chen Ping'an puzzled, "I misunderstood you. Wait for each of us. Go back to the truth and ask for a good punch. Let’s have a drink today, and Lord Chen Shan has a treat!"

Cui Dongshan stood up, but it was a pity that he had prepared some golden sentences for Han Wanzhan. What a good one to use his face to receive a punch, he will win if he doesn't punch... it's useless.

Song Yushao frowned and asked, "What's the matter?"

Cui Dongshan ridiculed a lame reason that he didn't believe it, "Han Wanzhan and my husband seem to be standing still, but in fact, there was a literary fight, and Old Han was willing to go down."

Of course Song Yushao didn't believe it, he just laughed it off, and didn't break the casserole to ask the end.

Cui Dongshan took the lead and came to the house where Wang Manmeng was staying. Then he called Qianhouhouer, moved two tables, prepared drinks, and did not forget to let Qianhouer perform well, and went to the stove to fry some good dishes.

Jian Ming asked in his heart when he came on the road: "Old Han, why didn't you fight?"

The old man looked helpless and said: "Temporarily turned over the almanac, it is not suitable to ask for boxing today, it is only suitable to drink and eat vegetables."

Concisely asked: "What about tomorrow?"

The old man stared and said: "Go to the almanac by yourself!"

Jianming won’t keep joking, don’t fight well, Han Laoer, you have old arms and legs. What kind of prestige fight and fight? If you are in the old world of age, you lose a fight, and you may build the reputation that you have accumulated for a lifetime. Go in.

Qin Budou was worried about everything, and pine resin was even more puzzling. Only Mr. Zeng smiled as usual.

Cui Dongshan clapped his hands and laughed: "Outside the house in the heavy snow, all high-profile guests sit on. Good, good, if you don't know each other, you will be friends in the future, eating big pieces of meat, big bowls of drinking!"

Han Guanghu sullen his face as he bored himself a bowl of wine.

Chen Pingan held the bowl in both hands and respected everyone.

Concisely put down the wine bowl, and couldn't help asking: "Chen Ping An, the sword fairy of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, are there really so many rumors from the outside world?"

"Concise, don't call Chen Shanzhu by his name."

Mr. Zeng smiled and reminded his apprentice, and then asked Chen Ping’an: “Does Mr. Chen now have a character, his own name, and his dao name?”

Chen Ping'an didn't care, shook his head and smiled: "There are no such things. There are only a few aliases that walk the rivers and lakes. It doesn't matter if you don't mention it, it's okay. Just call them by name."

In my hometown, when I was young, it seemed that it was not easy to be called a name.

After staying in a foreign country for the longest time, it gradually became the Great Wall of Jianqi in half of his hometown. In addition to the Summer Palace, in fact, he was often called by his name directly at the wine shop.

It has always been the case for general drinkers and the gambling wine holders, either directly calling Chen Ping'an, or jokingly with the second shopkeeper.

Cui Dongshan said solemnly: "On the Great Wall of Sword Qi, when it comes to the number of sword repairers in the five realms, it is actually not as exaggerated as external rumors say, but if according to the rules of Haoran, the two realms of Jindan and Yuanying are also It’s quite a lot to be considered a “Sword Immortal.” However, if the Great Wall of Sword Qi is regarded as a sect of swordsmanship, standing for thousands of years, if every one of the five realms of sword repairs can hang statues in the ancestral hall, then The ancestral hall has to be very big, with huge walls and tall houses."

Chen Pingan nodded gently.

Cui Dongshan's statement is actually not the slightest exaggeration.

Concisely said: "Be sure to visit Feishengcheng in Wucai World in the future."

Chen Pingan smiled and said, "Practice well, if you have a chance."

Jian Ming couldn't help saying: "Chen Ping An, if I remember correctly, we are about the same age. How can you speak like my elders?"

Chen Ping'an joked: "It seems that this habit of being a good teacher is not very good, but it needs to be changed."

Concisely grinned, "I heard that you have a good relationship with Empress Daquan?"

Last time I sneaked into the Mirage City, Zeng Ye stole the "Famous Spring", but it was a pity that I couldn't see the Emperor who was all over the country.

Chen Ping'an said helplessly: "Those gossips that are rumored to be ruined, forget it if you have heard it."

Cui Dongshan's little chicken pecked at the rice and said, "Whoever takes it seriously is a fool."

Qin Busu asked bluntly: "Mr. Chen, have you ever heard of Xishan Jianyin among the three lines of the victims?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said, "Ashamed, I just heard the students talk about it, I haven't heard of it before."

Looking at this gentleman in a green shirt, Qin Busu couldn't imagine that he was the one before, and he beat Cao Ci out of the Confucian Temple with a swollen nose and bruises.

Chen Ping'an from Baopingzhou has always been an unknown official, but the last hermit of the Great Wall of Jianqi is famous for moving the world.

It's not that the fragrance is blooming outside the wall, but the fragrance is blooming outside the wall.

Therefore, the relationship between Luoposhan and Chen Ping'an, and the Aquarius dynasty, has been unclear to the interested outsiders over the years, as if looking at flowers in a mist.

Qin Busu is still a quick talk, without concealing his fine roots and feet, and said directly: "My brother Liu Taozhi is a fairyland sword repairman, like me and pine resin, and is also a ghost and fairy. He hopes that Mr. Chen I can serve as the chief guest officer of Xishan Jianyin's line. If Mr. Chen is willing to serve as the chief guest officer of the main hall, of course it is better. I will try my best to facilitate this with Brother Liu."

"The three meridians of the cleansing of grievances are San Xiu, military commander, and swordsman. The number is not large, they are all over the vast nine continents, and there are dead soldiers in the rest of the world."

Mr. Zeng turned his head and glanced at the heavy snow outside the house, and said with a soft smile, "Snow injustice."

Cui Dongshan held back for a long time, and when the man on the credit card interjected, he finally had the opportunity to speak, "According to the situation."

Chen Ping'an asked, "Senior knows who cut off the head of the emperor of the Yu Dynasty?"

Qin Busu said indifferently, "My junior sister did it."

Cui Dongshan raised his arm high and was about to slap on the table with a slap. You are endless, Han Wanzhan is here to dig the foot of my sister's wall, Miss Qin, please, dig my husband directly? ! Cui Dongshan just noticed her husband's sight, and Cui Dongshan acted aggressively. He just wiped the table lightly and said, "Master Qin, don't persuade, my husband will not agree. There are so many things. This kind of thing is purely a foreign object. Don’t worry about the imaginary title."

Qin Bugui smiled and said, "Mr. Chen can consider it slowly. Don't worry, Brother Zhang and I will wait for the news slowly."

Cui Dongshan started to interrupt again, turning his head to look at the dull gourd man, "Daoist Resin, are you familiar with that guy whose real name is Zhang Zhi?"

Resin shook his head, "Unfamiliar, Zhang Zhi went down the mountain early. In his early years, he had only met face-to-face in the mountains, and he did not remember him deeply."

"How to calculate the ancestral grade in the ancestral hall?"

"He called my uncle."

Cui Dongshan nodded, and said suddenly: "A villager, who has a relationship with relatives, and the poor have a high level of seniority."

Resin nodded and said, "It's almost the same reason."

"Friends Taoist resin, are you planning to leave the mountain?"

The pine resin was also refreshed, um, it actually revealed the plan of Luoyang Muker’s lineage, "Before the old master retreats, I changed my mind, and said that it is not reasonable to always hide in the mountains. Let us go down to find three places to stay. Point, except that the location of Zhongtu Shenzhou has been determined, the other two continents are to be determined and need to be on-site. I am responsible for finding suitable sites in Aquarius and Tongye. The city is a good choice. On the Tongyezhou side, the Taohuadu outside Daquan Mirage City, the southernmost Qishandu, and the Qingjing Mountain to the north are all candidates in my mind. The rest of the six continents are abundance. There are also six groups of Luoyang Mukers traveling. This is also an internal competition for us. Whoever wins is equivalent to starting the mountain."

Cui Dongshan smiled and asked, "Who persuaded your old patriarch, the traitor Zhang Zhi, that he is so courageous? Is it because of his wealth and wealth?"

Resin shook his head and said, "Zhang Zhi didn't dare to go back to the mountain. It was Mr. Fan's suggestion."

Cui Dongshan was not surprised either.

This old businessman has a great future.

The current monks in the world have not realized one thing. In the previous discussions of the Confucian Temple, according to the instructions of the saint of rites, once the ban was opened, the patriarchs of the patriarchs of the patriarchs of the philosophers and the patriarchs had no more worries and taboos.

Cui Dongshan asked, "Brother pine resin, what do you think of us Qingshandu?"

Resin still said bluntly, "Not so."

I've seen Xiandu Mountain a few times before. The site is too small and the foundation is too thin. The main reason is to look at the Qingping Sword Sect, which is not like a sect who is willing to make the sect a noisy and chaotic. Swordsmanship in the world has always been this way. Besides, Jianxiu is the head of the four most difficult ghosts on the mountain, who wants to be close? As long as there is a conflict, it is obvious that you will suffer. When dealing with money, refreshing is the top priority, and you are afraid of encountering unreasonable goods when doing business.

Cui Dongshan hurriedly lifted both palms and shook them, "Brother pine resin, take a long-term view and open your mind. This is the grace to open the door to welcome customers and do business."

Songzhi said straightforwardly: "Even if you say you are going to break the sky, I will not choose Qingshandu. We have rules on the mountain, and the other two sites are selected. No matter which continent they are on, they are not allowed to be close to the top immortal palaces, especially the swordsman sect."

Cui Dongshan tentatively said: "In Tongyezhou, there is a fairy house on the mountain with a long history, a large number of talents, and a simple folk customs. It is called Lingbi Mountain. Ye Yundu, do you think it's a coincidence? Is it a fate? It's a mountain and a wild, mountain guest and wild people, and you are not just the **** staring at the mung bean, and you will catch each other's eyes at once?"

Resin frowned and said, "Lingbi Mountain and Yeyundu? Where is it?"

Without waiting for Cui Dongshan to continue to swindle and abduct, Chen Ping’an has already spoken: “Don’t choose this place for Taoist pine resin. The limitations are too big. Even if you are willing to spend money to expand the ferry, it will be very difficult to dock a transcontinental ferry.”

Resin nodded, lifted the wine bowl, and drank it all in one fell swoop. The site must be able to dock at least three intercontinental ferries at the same time.

Cui Dongshan said, "What about the Rin River?"

Pine resin thought for a while, "It's barely possible on the Xinghe River. The boundaries on both sides of the river are vast, but it's still not as good as the Taoyedu of the Daquan Dynasty and the Qishandu of the south."

Cui Dongshan said with a smile: "Then don't worry, just wait and see."

Chen Ping'an picked up the wine bowl, shook it gently, and was stunned. He said in his heart: "I know."

The next moment, Chen Pingan sat on the railing of a long golden bridge, still holding the bowl of wine in his hand.

The woman in white smiled and said, "Is it boring."

Chen Pingan looked around, "Isn't it true?"

She shook her head and said: "The situation tens of thousands of years ago is just what I think in my heart. It's probably just like what the world books of later generations say, the wind and snow are old and familiar, and the bright moon is always reunited, so it is difficult for people to meet again. By the way, think Don’t want to see Zheng Dafeng and Fan Junmao’s predecessors? It’s okay to have a few words with them. It’s hard to tell whether it’s true or false."

Chen Pingan shook his head, thought for a while, and asked curiously: "Are the two flying platforms far from here?"

She smiled and said, "The term distance is given by later generations. The direction of the heart is the direction of the sword."

Chen Pingan finished drinking, lifted the white bowl in his hand, leaned forward, and asked: "If I drop the wine bowl, if there is no obstacle in the way, when the white bowl touches the ground, it will be a few years later. ?"

She smiled and said, "Then try it?"

Chen Pingan gently threw the wine bowl out of the bridge in his hand and smiled and said, "The broken pieces will be safe for ten thousand years, and the ten thousand years will be safe."

She stretched out her hand and rubbed Chen Ping'an's head, "I hope the master will always be young."

Withdrawing her hand, she supported the railing with both hands, "It is different after all."

Chen Pingan hugged the back of his head with both hands, gently shook his legs outside the bridge rail, and laughed softly: "It's not easy."

After a moment of silence, Chen Ping'an asked the biggest question in his heart, "Why did the world's magic spells fall like rain in the first place?"

If it were not for this heavy rain of swordsmanship and supernatural powers, and it fell on the earth and earth, there might not have been the rise of later human races.

She looked into the distance, and there used to be one who looked after the eternal stars alone. Year after year, she blinked with Chen Ping'an next to her, and said, "Question and answer by yourself."