Sword comes

Chapter 830

The graceful woman with unknown background had approving eyes and said with a smile, "I have a really good memory."

It's just that I heard a voice in the covered bridge back then, and after many years, I can still be sure that it is the old man who came here after hearing the voice just after hearing a word from her here.

So is it juvenile nostalgia, or revenge?

Chen Ping was expressionless, and carefully sized up the woman who was previously called "Aunt Feng".

She is a tall woman with a pair of stepping shoes on her feet, without any waist plate that can indicate her official status in Shanshui, and a round-necked brocade dress, which is actually a violation of the old-fashioned small group of dragons.

She has a peach face with light make-up, and her face is full of dimples. After drinking, her red lips are dizzy with alcohol.

Chen Pingan once saw it in a book written by a literati. It was an old palace style in ancient Shu, and it was called Yichun face makeup.

Her hands are soft and soft, and she seems to have dyed her nails with cicada slough and impatiens flowers. They are extremely red and cute, and they were called scorpion palms in ancient times.

With a colorful knot, tie a head of blue silk, which hangs on the chest, like a blue waterfall pouring between the mountains and mountains.

Chen Ping took a closer look at the knot, and found that the knot, which was only the size of a copper coin, was twisted with nearly a hundred thin silk threads, and they were of different colors.

It seems that the colors of the world are all in this colorful rope.

The most mysterious thing is that this Aunt Feng has no ripples of spiritual energy on her body, and she has not used any methods of the fairy family, but her whole body is always spotless.

It was as if she was not actually in the human world at all, but a tourist wading in the long river of time, and she was just deliberately seen by others.

As for the remaining Dali young monks on the roof, of course Chen Ping'an was concerned, but he was not too distracted. Anyway, he only took a few glances from the corner of his eyes, and he had already seen everything.

The six young men carefully cultivated by Dali are worthy of being dead soldiers who have been killed for a long time. The moment Chen Pingan appeared, none of the six geniuses with waist badge codes showed the slightest loss of mind. It can be seen that his heart is tenacious.

The young woman with the word "午" engraved on her waist card didn't need to walk or recite mantras. She formed a small world of her own and protected the seven people. A fairy mansion palace is formed, the mountains and soil are red, the rocks and hills are continuous, like clouds, the purple air rises in the Lingzhen cave house, the Qiongtai jade room, the magnificent courtyard, row upon row, everywhere is full of precious light, and there is a sound in it. Lingbao sings praises, and the sounds of heaven are ethereal, like an ancient commanding mansion and fairy governance that leads the mountains.

The little girl hanging the waist card with the word "Xu" has shining hands, covered with cloud pattern talismans, which is a bit similar to the way of a seamstress.

On her slender shoulders appeared a statue-like existence, with a very small figure, not more than an inch tall, with a youthful appearance, extraordinary, with a sword, wearing a red dress, wearing a hibiscus crown, and decorated with snow-white dragon beads.

The little monk in plain gauze robes hangs a waist card with the word "Chen" on his waist. He opens one eye and closes the other. At the place where he closes his eyes, a vortex of lightning and thunder appears, and a flat mirror surface of water appears under his feet. , Among the dots of light, there are continuous lotus flowers rising up, swaying, blooming and falling, withering and falling into the water, then standing gracefully and blooming again, and the cycle repeats.

In the afternoon, the talisman formation master refined an entire ancient cave with incomplete avenues.Xu, a military monk, probably because of his young age and lack of physical fitness, temporarily only used his arms to sew clothes, but he was able to rely on a certain military supernatural power gifted to break the rules and order an order. The ghost of an ancient sword fairy.Chen, who possesses a kind of magical power of Buddhist meditation and visualization.

The other three people, sword cultivator "Mao", Confucian qi trainer "You", and Taoist monk "Wei", all have excellent weather in hiding and are not in a hurry to use their means.

Aunt Feng looked around, and said with a sweet smile, "I'm just here to catch up with half of my fellow countrymen. You don't have to be so nervous, put away all your scaring methods."

The six remained indifferent, obviously not following her orders.Aunt Feng is not annoyed, there is nothing she can do, she is just an anonymous preacher, and she is tired and lazy, so many years of teaching Taoism and supernatural powers, it is a typical example of not working hard, if it was not for the supervision of someone in the past, and every day After a period of time, the results will be inspected. She can just throw out a few booklets and give up. It has nothing to do with her if she succeeds in learning or fails to learn.Just like now, when the six children were disobedient, Aunt Feng let them fight. Anyway, she was not the one who wasted energy and energy. She continued to look at that Chen Pingan, and asked with a smile, "I won't blame me for persuading you back then." Stop, shall we?"

Chen Ping wrapped his arms around his sleeves, and seven people including Aunt Feng showed sincerity, and smiled: "How dare you blame senior."

Aunt Feng smiled, hey, we meet again tonight, looking at the amiable face, talking about seniors and juniors, but listening to the tone, there is something in the words, the sword fairy is not small.

Chen Pingan asked in his heart: "Senior, are you familiar with Mr. Qi?"

Aunt Feng thought it was interesting, so she didn't give an answer, and asked with a smile: "Since you have become the closed disciple of the old scholar, Qi Jingchun is your senior brother, why do you still call him Mr. Qi?"

Chen Ping's hands were covered in sleeves, his fingers interlaced, his figure was slightly stooped, and he said with a smile: "I am willing, I can be called whatever I like. Even if senior is in charge of the world, I really don't care about this matter."

Aunt Feng clicked her tongue and said, "After all, when you grow up, your temper will grow accordingly. I remember you were very talkative when you were young."

Chen Ping smiled and said, "To tell you the truth, I am actually very talkative now."

Aunt Feng raised one hand and gently twisted the colorful knot with two fingers, she smiled and said nothing.

Chen Pingan remained silent.

The atmosphere was a little cold for a while.

Back then on the covered bridge road, there were five people who opened their mouths successively. Old man Yang from the pharmacy was the last one, and he was also the only one whose identity could be confirmed by Chen Pingan at that time.

This Aunt Feng was the one who opened the mouth first when Chen Ping walked forward step by step. She whispered softly, naturally bewitching people's hearts, and advised the young man to kneel down, and he would be lucky.

Among the words she said back then, aside from the most familiar old man Yang, compared to the tone of the other four, she was the least arrogant, just like... a resentful woman who lived in seclusion in the mountains, leisurely. When I had nothing to do, I raised the flower curtain, and saw the flowers swaying in the wind in the courtyard, so I dispelled my laziness a little bit, raised a little interest, and said casually, don't leave the branches in a hurry.

The second person who spoke was quite impolite. He called Chen Pingan an ordinary person and quickly knelt down.

The third person's tone was flat, as if he was saying a natural truth, and the fourth person's voice was vicissitudes and old-fashioned. Finally, he warned Chen Pingan that he would take the blame if he didn't take it back.

However, the gods of the immortal family have unpredictable temperaments, deep thoughts, and plans that often involve hundreds of years and thousands of years, so those who speak harshly may not be malicious, and those who are gentle and gentle may not necessarily be kind.

The murderous man is stern, even if his voice is laughing, it is full of murderous intent.The auspicious person is peaceful, even if he is dreaming and fascinated, he is still kind.

In short, no one, including old man Yang, hoped that he would move on.Perhaps no one thinks that a mud-legged mud bottle alley that has broken the Changsheng Bridge is qualified, capable, and blessed to bear the karma of the Great Dao.

Except Mr. Qi.

Chen Pingan suddenly turned his head to look at the woman from the array teacher.

She immediately put away a natal supernatural power, not daring to look at this person's state of mind.

Just now she could only vaguely see a well between the heaven and the earth.

When the green shirt standing on the side of the eaves casts his gaze, in his mind, at the mouth of the well, there seems to be a pair of mighty golden eyes, even more pure than the gold and copper coins, He even turned his back on the guest, examining her mind as a voyeur.

She knew very well that this was Chen Ping'an reminding herself not to watch what she shouldn't.

When she looks at people, she can vaguely see a vague mental state. This is innate, and it is just a matter of course after practice.

Just like whether a person can climb a mountain to practice, it depends on whether God is willing to reward this bowl of fairy food.

Apart from sword cultivation, Fulu and Wangqi are both difficult to learn, and they depend more on the innate aptitude of the Qi trainer.

The so-called inspection qualifications of Qin Tian's supervisor Qishi, it can be seen that they are all kinds of innate roots.

After the birth of all the children in Lizhu Dongtian, the natal porcelain was fired, and a drop of blood essence was used as a method of inspection to judge the level of a person's future achievements with extremely small errors.

The Lizhu Cave Heaven has existed for 3000 years, and the Dali Kingdom has only been established for a few hundred years. It was originally a vassal of the Lu Dynasty. So who gave the ownership of the Lizhu Cave to the Dali Song Clan?And who taught this key technique to help Dali rise rapidly in Yizhoubeidi?No written records have been left on any historical puzzles, big or small. Senior brother Cui Chan and student Cui Dongshan seem to be observing some kind of contract. As long as it is all the old almanacs related to Lizhu Dongtian, they will not mention a word.

The small town in my hometown is a small cave, with a radius of thousands of miles, but only a few thousand people.

Cui Dongshan once ridiculed Lizhu Dongtian, who is the only one in the world who is shallow and has a lot of water, and the temple is a little demon.Just after saying this, Cui Dongshan put his palms together, held it high above his head, shook it vigorously, and muttered.

The "Noon" brand female array master said to a colleague in her heart: "It can be roughly confirmed that Chen Pingan has no malicious intentions or murderous intentions towards us. But I can't guarantee that this must be the truth."

Sword cultivator "Mao" and the little girl who was a military monk asked: "What are the odds?"

The little girl said, "Chop melons and vegetables."

Then he added a word, "By."

In fact, this seemingly innocent girl is the brains of the six people.

The other five people are not in Dali Capital City, they are considered another hill.

Jianxiu asked the young Taoist again, "What's the result of divination?"

Dao Shi laughed angrily: "It's like hitting a wall, but fortunately this sword fairy didn't care about anything, otherwise I would have to spit out all the wine I drank, and it would be easy to fill a pot."

Jianxiu thought for a moment and said, "Then remove the formation."

He is obviously the leader of the group, he is not yet young, and his cultivation level is not the highest, but he is the real backbone.

When the sword cultivator made such a decision, the female formation master, the little girl from the military family, and the little monk all put away their magical powers without hesitation.

Chen Ping took advantage of the opportunity to glance at the young sword cultivator. His eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to someone. Not surprisingly, his surname was Song and Guo.

That sword cultivator was the only one sitting on the ridge of the roof. After looking at Chen Pingan, he remained calm, as if he didn't know the owner of Luoba Mountain at all.

Chen Pingan stepped forward, left the eaves at the highest point, and landed on the ridge of the roof, looked at the aunt Feng, and continued to ask in his heart: "Before you came to Dali Capital, did you live in Lizhu Cave for a long time? "

Aunt Feng shook her head and said with a smile: "It's not suitable or dare to stay for a long time. You were young at that time and had never climbed a mountain, so you may not be very clear about it. Qi Jingchun's temper is only good to you, and to us survivors and prisoners who have a bad reputation. , Thieves, the control is much stricter, so I stay more at Zhenwu Mountain, and occasionally drop by. Before Qi Jingchun took over Dongtian, the saints of the past were relatively loose. , Yuan Yan, or occasionally bring outsiders into the cave, such as Gu Can's father. But don't worry, I have nothing to do with Ma Kuxuan in Xinghua Lane. I have no liking, no dislike, neither good nor bad. Of course, this It's just my perception, and the rest of you are all different."

Chen Pingan believed that what she said was not just her intuition, but also enough context and clues to support this feeling.

To use an official analogy, Ma Kuxuan, the proud son of heaven, is like the son of a rich and wealthy ancestor. He is in charge of the local officialdom and has the tendency to separate the towns, but he will definitely not be able to mobilize a minister in Beijing.

Aunt Feng smiled and asked, "Chen Pingan, do you already know my identity?"

Chen Pingan didn't hide, nodded and said, "If you just heard a title of 'Aunt Feng', you wouldn't be so sure, but when this junior saw the knot with his own eyes, there would be nothing to doubt."

At such an old age, of course he has to be called senior.

She smiled sweetly and said, "I have a good memory and good eyesight. No wonder you are so polite to me."

Chen Pingan smiled and said, "Senior, please answer my previous question."

She asked, "Is it important that you are not familiar with Qi Jingchun?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "For me, it's actually okay, but for seniors, it may be very important."

She stretched out her hand and patted her heart, with a resentful look on her face, pretending to be terrified, "Threatening me? A 40-year-old junior scaring a senior who is a few years older, what should I do."

Chen Pingan and this Aunt Feng's heartfelt words, the other six people are not high-level, so naturally they can't listen to them, they can only watch a play on the wall, and try their best to seek the truth through the subtle changes in the eyes and expressions of both parties.

Chen Ping smiled and said, "This is why the senior wronged people."

How can it be called a threat? There is something to say.

This Aunt Feng in front of her is the God of Sifeng, to be precise, one of them.

That's why she appears to be so independent and spotless. The reason couldn't be simpler. The world's winds must obey her orders.

As for 24 Fanhua Trade Wind and the like, it is naturally within the scope of her jurisdiction.

Chen Pingan was a hermit official and entered the summer palace, only to see a few entries about "Aunt Feng", which roughly explained her roots.

Aunt Feng smiled and said: "A sword cultivator at the Jade Raw Realm, and a Taoist companion at the Ascension Realm, speak with a strong voice."

Chen Pingan nodded and smiled: "The wind blows through the world, and the red flags are not erected, so sad that the green trees are still there. It is indeed not as tough as the predecessors."

This Aunt Feng, who showed up here on her own initiative, is most likely to stand up for the Dali Song Clan, which is equivalent to an invisible provocation.

Chen Pingan didn't think that her coming was a surprise to her.

If the appearance of Dong Hu, the servant of the Ministry of Rites, is a gesture of favor.Then Aunt Feng's appearance is indeed a very tough style.

It's like telling yourself that you, Chen Pingan, don't know the background of the Dali Song family and this capital, so don't try to run amok here.

Although this Aunt Feng did not take advantage of the trend to fill the vacancy among the twelve high-ranking gods ten thousand years ago, there is an ancient military book called "Tai Gong Yin Talisman" in the Summer Palace, which records an old story, but it has long been lost. The "Wonderful" way tells the past.According to legend, there used to be seven high-ranking gods with illustrious powers. They each led their tribes to help the human race conquer the sky. Most of them fell in the war. The gods and heavenly officials of the ranks of immortals each take part in the operation of the Dao.

It's just that the so-called high-ranking gods in the book have not clearly identified their identities, and it is even more difficult to say whether they belong to the earliest twelve high-rankings.

Assuming that the main family of the Zhongtu military family is the gate of a big mansion, then the ancestral family of the military family in Yizhou such as Zhenwu Mountain and Fengxue Temple is the side door opened up, and these ancient gods can also enter and exit it.

In addition, an ancient anthology similar to immortals and ghosts recorded in detail the biggest catastrophe in the history of Baihua Fudi, a catastrophe from heaven and earth.It was this "aunt of the Feng family" who came to the blessed land, and she was called "the servant girl of the Feng family" by the flower god of the blessed land. She visited the house as a guest and walked through the mountains and rivers of the blessed land. .Therefore, at the end of that ancient book, there is a vigorously written call to action, vowing to fight to the death for all the flowers in the world and Aunt Feng.

At that time, Chen Pingan would have a pot of wine and a plate of peanuts when he was in the summer palace during the war.

There is no record of Aunt Feng in Shan Hai Zhi and Bu Zhi, as well as the numerous literati writings in the world.

There are secret files with clear written records, except for the Gongde Forest of the Zhongtu Confucian Temple, in any other library in Haoran Tianxia, ​​even if it is a thousand-year-old wealthy family of the sect on the mountain and the dynasty of the world, there is absolutely no book. If future generations want to know, they can only pass it on by word of mouth from their ancestors, and they must ensure that they will not be heard by the Confucian Academy, otherwise, even if they are the head of a clan and the head of a family, they have to go to the Confucian Temple Gongdelin to play chess , Drinking.

And among the supporters of this female Fengshen, there are many emperors and monarchs with great talents in history, such as the city lord of the night sailing boat, and the head of the Surabaya pavilion who once slashed the white snake.

Aunt Feng suddenly said: "I almost forgot that you were the last hidden official of the Great Wall of Sword Qi."

In fact, in the past few decades before the Lizhu Cave shattered and fell to the ground, for an ancient existence like her, if it was not a critical juncture, it would not be willing to take a second look if it encountered a critical juncture. With a quick glance, for each living being at the moment, just make sure you have a rough idea in mind, and then at most each has its own bet, which may be due to interest, may be a competition of vision, and who to compete with.

Chen Pingan smiled, the routine was not working, the two parties seemed to be messing with each other, maybe it was because they didn't come to the door for drinking, you can invite Senior Aunt Feng to go to the inn for a drink to catch up.

Aunt Feng thought of something, and she seemed a little surprised by Chen Ping's patience, "Don't ask the other old men who spoke back then, what are their backgrounds, and what are they asking for?"

Chen Ping shook his head and said with a smile: "If the senior is willing to say it, the junior will of course be grateful. If the senior is unwilling to say it, the junior will naturally not be able to force it."

She stretched out her fingers and tapped her cheek lightly, squinting her eyes and smiling, as if hesitating whether to tell the truth.

Ma Kuxuan in Xinghua Lane, Song Jixin in Niping Lane, Zhao Yao in Fulu Street, Xie Ling in Taoye Lane... This is just the youngest generation in Lizhu Dongtian, and each of them has their own bets. , some of them are purely boring, and when they see someone who meets their eyes and minds, they just do it and give them a helping hand, and some of them have schemes and plots for thousands of miles.For example, one of the old guys is the contemporary patriarch of the line of dragon breeders in the world. The ancestors of the family have made great achievements in raising dragons. Back then, this person concealed his identity and rushed all the way from the Shenzhou of the Middle Earth to the Aquarius Continent. Among the qi trainers who slashed the dragon.

Aunt Feng suddenly held back her smile, and said for no reason, "It's really not tiring to walk a long way with a girl you like on your back. You were quite courageous at that time, but now that you have reached a higher level, you are less courageous. I'm going to be worried for you."

Chen Ping's face changed slightly.

When Aunt Feng saw the swordsman in blue at this moment, she finally felt a little familiar, and finally looked a little like a young boy back then.

Yo, I blushed with guilt.

It's weird, isn't everyone saying that Chen Yinguan of the Great Wall of Sword Qi can hold the top of the city for another 1 years just by relying on his face?

Chen Pingan no longer stooped deliberately, took a deep breath, clasped his fists in salute, and smiled brightly, "Thank you for your care and protection, senior."

Aunt Feng nodded, she understood everything, she is indeed a smart person with a careful heart, and she has been away from home for many years when she was young, so she has maintained her precocious wisdom very well, Qi Jingchun has a good eye.

In Lizhu Cave, there are some scenes and pictures of time, after Qi Jingchun makes that decision, it is doomed that no one can see them if they want.

As she said earlier, Qi Jingchun's temper is really not very good.

After Qi Jingchun took the boy to the Corridor Bridge, he made a rule with everyone, keeping his eyes open and not allowing him to look at the boy in Niping Lane again.

One of the old guys, who broke the rules, was once taken care of by Qi Jingchun and almost wanted to take the initiative to reincarnate.

She is the only exception.

It's not that she is optimistic about Chen Ping'an and has any bets, but the allusion of "burning the forehead of the dragon with wormwood" in the early years, because she used to protect the real dragons in the world.

Aunt Feng nodded, without saying anything from her heart, she said softly, "I have a place to stay at the Fire God Temple on the side of the capital."

Chen Ping clasped his fists and said, "I'm going back to my private business, I must go over there to meet my senior."

She reminded: "Before you come, remember to say hello. There is a person who has long wanted to see you. It is not easy for him to go out every time. He has to report to the Ministry of Rites."

In fact, Chen Pingan had several candidates in his mind, such as Yang, the shopkeeper of the pharmacy in his hometown, and Su Gaoshan, the general who accompanied the emperor's temple.

It's just that on the senior's side, I don't want to flirt with these little cleverness, anyway, we will meet each other sooner or later.

For the first time, Aunt Feng's eyes were extremely humane and gentle, and she sighed, "It's really not easy to get to this point in just a few decades. Let's go, so I won't delay your busy work."

Chen Ping is straightening his clothes.

Wearing a green shirt, bowing and saluting.

In the past, there were many spring breezes in my hometown.

Once upon a time, spring went very late in Haoran Tianxia, ​​and summer came very late.

Aunt Feng dealt with it calmly.

He did Qi Jingchun such a big favor, but it was nothing but a thank you from his junior brother, he didn't even have a single snowflake.

Before leaving, Aunt Feng and this young man who had never disappointed Qi Jingchun reminded them in their hearts: "Be careful except me. By the way, one of them is in the capital."

Chen Ping straightened up and said with a smile, "The juniors have always been careful, so they should be careful too."

Aunt Feng nodded, like a rabbit rising and falling, she flew all the way, neither fast nor slow, not at all fast.

Chen Pingan was deeply moved. It turns out that the senior is also an expert who is proficient in falling situations and likes to hide his clumsiness.

In the last scene on the roof, Chen Pingan bowed to Aunt Feng, which surprised these young geniuses.

I thought that such a lord of Luopo Mountain, who was making a big fuss in Zhengyang Mountain, would make a fuss when he came to Dali Capital City.

In the end, when he saw Aunt Feng, he was so respectful, and in his words, he always insisted on the courtesy of the younger generation, and he still wanted to do this big gift when he was about to come?

In fact, among the group of preachers, this woman spends the longest time with 11 of them, but she didn't teach any great Taoism. She just taught a few escape methods with 11 of them.

The little girl stared wide-eyed, turned around, stretched her neck quickly, smiled and waved and shouted: "Aunt Feng, Aunt Feng, I'll treat you to a good wine later, the immortal wine from Changchun Palace is very expensive."

The little monk clasped his hands together, nodded towards the figure of Aunt Feng who was walking away, and said: "Monks don't lie, Aunt Feng tonight is so beautiful."

Jianxiu stretched out his finger and put it between his eyebrows, there were so many like-minded colleagues standing there, without eyes to see or ears to hear.

But as long as you are not a fool, you should understand one thing after knowing it later. Everyone absolutely underestimated the realm and identity of that Aunt Feng before.

Chen Ping'an was about to leave, and there was nothing to talk about with these few cultivating geniuses, they were just going their own way.

As long as Da Li Song is not insane, he will not let this promising young genius come to trouble him.

I never thought of that sword repairer clasping his fists and saying: "Master from the capital, sword repairer Song Xu, met Master Chen Shan."

Chen Ping had no choice but to stop, nodded with a smile and said, "A golden core sword cultivator who is less than 20 years old is a formidable young man."

Song Xu looked awkward.

Now that Song Xu, who is the leading brother, has signed up for himself, the other five people can follow suit. After all, the opportunity is rare, and a few more chats with this famous hidden official are worth the money.

The Confucian qi trainer called Mr. Chen, claiming to be a scholar of the old mountain cliff academy in Dali, he did not go to the Sui Dynasty to continue his studies, and served as a monk accompanying the army for several years.

The young master, the woman's name is Han Zhoujin, she said that she came from the blessed land of Qingtan under the jurisdiction of Shen Gaozong.

The little girl from the military family is surnamed Yu, so it's not surprising that this Tianlu Pavilion is her family's territory.

The Taoist priest has the status of a public family, and he is the Daolu of the capital. He is a Jurong family in the southeast boundary of Aquarius Island, and his name is Geling.

The young monk in plain gauze robes claimed to be a young novice from the Translation Bureau.

The little girl seemed to be out of mood, and she smiled and said a few more words, "Great Master Chen, I heard that your old man had a fight with Cao Ci in Gongde Forest. It was earth-shattering. He beat the one who was said to be very handsome and punched very gracefully." Cao Ci’s face is swollen, do you think it’s an honor to be defeated?”

Chen Pingan has never seen such a little girl who can't chat, scolding two?Do you think you are Gu Jianlong?

Besides, the chats of these guys before they came to the manor were not very polite. If I remember correctly, it was this little girl who looked at her carelessly and threatened to meet her for a while, and she couldn't miss it when she passed by!Listening to that Ge Ling's words again, it seems that she once fought with Pei Qian in the capital, but for a full month afterwards, she complained that her liver hurts every day.When that Han Zhoujin said something fair and said, "Our hermit official, you don't look bad", the little girl started to thimble again, saying that Sister Han, you look so ordinary.

So Chen Pingan smiled and said: "People in the Jianghu, misfortune comes from their mouths, and if you talk too much, you will lose it."

This is still an unfamiliar relationship, otherwise, if it were my great disciple of Kaishan, he would often squat outside the shop in Qilongxiang, press the mouth of a dog's head lying on the ground, and teach the left guardian of Qilongxiang to let him In the future, when you go door to door, don’t yell, and be careful when you speak. I know a lot of quack friends who kill pigs and dogs and open butcher shops. Once they go down with a knife, they will lie on the cutting board. Ah, you talk, and you don’t even fart. Dissatisfied, right...

As for why Chen Pingan was able to understand the conversation here, of course it was due to Jing Zhongyue's flying sword magic power.

This natal flying sword can transform into many swords, the number depends on Chen Pingan's realm.

After Chen Ping entered the capital, he sacrificed several flying swords transformed by Jing Zhongyue and flew secretly.

Han Zhoujin glanced at the moonlight on the branch of an ancient cypress not far away, and joked, "Mr. Chen is already a sword fairy in the upper five realms. Isn't it appropriate to do this?"

"It is essential to guard against others, and be careful when sailing for thousands of years."

...

With a calm expression, Chen Ping raised his sleeves, waved casually, and put a sword light into his sleeves.

The sword light seemed to have blended with the moonlight, so there was no trace.

Song Xu was in admiration.He is a sword cultivator, so he knows the weight of Chen Ping's move best.

Flying swords can be transformed into emptiness and hidden somewhere, as long as they are sword cultivators, anyone can do it.

But the aura between heaven and earth is not static, it is erratic, if refining the talisman into the sword and casting it into the sword, it is just the superposition of this kind of fairy art, which has advantages and disadvantages. The advantage is that it is difficult to find traces, and the trajectory of the flying sword is more hidden However, the disadvantage is that it damages the "purity" of Feijian and affects its lethality.

And Chen Ping's sword light is like a long river of time, with fish swimming in it.

Like a fish swimming in clouds and water.

Yinguan just shook his hand, and Song Xu knew the gap.

In short, if Chen Pingan really wants to commit murder tonight, as Yu Yu said before, he can kill melons and vegetables at will.

Of course, it's not that they don't have some "unreasonable" backhands, but against this hidden official of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, it is true that there is no chance of winning.

There is nothing embarrassing to admit, anyway, the five sword fairy embryos Jia applied for are the top geniuses in the whole barbarian world, and they failed to succeed in their carefully planned ambush.

And the six of them are, after all, only the so-called top-notch in the mountains and rivers of a continent.

Chen Pingan pretended to be acquainted with them and planned to leave. After all, Dong Hu was still waiting at the entrance of the alley. Chen Pingan was willing to miss this old servant whom he had met when he was young.

Ge Ling called out to Chen Jianxian.

Chen Pingan asked doubtfully, "Is there anything else?"

Ge Ling pointed at one place, and said helplessly: "Xiao Dao's superficial knowledge, what can be the matter, but Chen Jianxian's other flying sword, can you put it away, Xiao Dao's back is chilly, and I always feel terrified."

Chen Pingan nodded in praise and said: "Little Immortal Jun's eyes are like torches, like the eyes of the sky."

Ge Ling clasped his fists on his chest, shook them lightly, and said with a smile: "Chen Jianxian praised him absurdly, but I dare not take it seriously. But I can borrow Chen Jianxian's good words, so that I can be promoted to Xianjun as soon as possible."

"It's easy to say, if you hit it off, I have a lot of good words and good words here."

Chen Ping smiled and waved again, a sword light gathered into his sleeve, and then one after another.

Back and forth, there are six sword lights in total.There are six people on the roof, and everyone has a share.

Ge Ling and Han Zhoujin, who was the formation master, looked at each other and smiled wryly.

The two of them, among the six of them, were considered the monks who were best at surveying the flow of spiritual energy in the world and looking for clues.

The little girl turned her head, learned to be good this time, knew to look away, and muttered again: "It's really insidious, it's not decent. They are all sword immortals, and they bully us little earth immortals like this."

Chen Ping stretched out a finger, tapped her ear, and said with a smile: "This girl, she would rather beat someone than curse, and curse rather than be heard. It's the old rules of the rivers and lakes."

The little girl chicken pecked at the rice, "Although I don't know why Chen Jianxian would chatter like this, but I think it makes sense."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Excellent, excellent. Being able to receive kind words and kind words is like a city person accumulating an inch of baht, becoming a self-made rich man with a lot of money."

Talk about money, right?She liked to hear these words, and she immediately liked this blue-clothed swordsman much more.

Ge Ling smiled and said, "Chen Jianxian actually passed Xiaoguan before, Xiaodao was practicing there for the time being, and there is still tea for guests."

It refers to the small Taoist temple under the Chongxu Bureau, which is in charge of the Taoist affairs of the capital.

Chen Pingan didn't have any polite words, and said it's better to forget it, and not to stay here anymore, and his figure disappeared in a flash on the roof of Tianlu Pavilion.

As soon as Chen Ping left, he was still silent. After a while, the young Taoist put away his magical powers and said that he should really leave. Then the little girl sighed, looked at the Confucian qi trainer, and said that I pulled Chen Ping Ping An has talked so much, how many words has he said, is it still not working?

The latter shook his head, just said all the words, and remained motionless.

The result was another flash of sword light.

The little monk clasped his hands together, "Buddha bless you to be safe tonight, tomorrow I will go to the merit box to donate incense money."

Yu Yu stomped her feet, "Aren't you bothering me? My aunt finally understands why Jia will be at a disadvantage when applying for a loan. You're at such a high level, yet you're still so unsophisticated in doing things."

Song Xu reminded with a smile: "When he was ambushed at the Great Wall of Sword Qi, Mr. Chen's cultivation realm was actually not high."

The group of them didn't bother to change places anymore, so they sat down on the roof, drinking and practicing.

According to the plan of the national teacher Cui Chan, within the next hundred years, a sect will suddenly appear in the southern border of Aquarius Continent, eleven Qi practitioners, at least in the Yupu realm, plus a martial artist at the end.Create a sect and establish a sect.Everyone present, plus the other five, will be the founder of the mountain.

Every suzerain must be a disciple of a Confucian academy, and at least must be a gentleman.

What you are embarrassed to do in the Confucian Temple of China, I, the Great Li Dynasty, will start first and try to see the effect.

Haoran Tianxia does not need to deny all the strategies Wenhai Zhoumi gave back then.

It is contrary to the knowledge of meritorious deeds to waste things because of people.

Han Zhoujin lay down on his back, murmured with a smile, "Officer Yin is really good-looking."

Yu Yu sat cross-legged and rolled her eyes.

The last sword light disappeared quietly.

It seems that the sincere and unintentional words of the female array master frightened away a flying sword of the young hermit official.

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Dong Hu was left aside by the young mountain owner before, and the old servant felt helpless, but he didn't get angry. The matter he talked with that mountain owner tonight was of great importance. Don't wait for a while, Chen Pingan will After leaving like this without returning, he made him wait until dawn, and the old man didn't even complain.

Dong Hu glanced at the alley not far away. The old Yuan Ying named Liu Jia, who was recorded by the Ministry of Rites, stood in place with his eyes closed and meditated, practicing and practicing. Why don't you get a soaring promotion?

As for the boy from the Zhao family in Tianshui, squatting on the ground and eating a handful of peanuts, he saw the old servant and stretched out his hand. Dong Hu smiled and waved.Eat, eat, eat, your grandfather and father are all fat.

It seems that although the old servant didn't complain, he did have some resentment.

I really don't know what the national teacher thought back then, and found such an old antique gatekeeper who closed the door and only knew how to practice.He is a reticent person who never steps out of the alley all year long, but what about Zhao Duanming, who doesn't talk to the preacher about the outside world?

The young man said with a hippie smile: "Grandpa Dong, don't look at me, it's not like you don't know that every time I go out, I only eat and drink with Cao Jiugui, chat and fart, and I don't talk about business at all. Besides, from this What serious business can there be if a dishonest person comes out of everyone's mouth?"

Dong Hu, the old servant, according to official rules, although he has a good relationship with the Tianshui Zhao family, he can't be regarded as the Tianshui Zhao family's talker in the temple. In fact, among the surnames of Shangzhu, Zhao's officialdom in the capital is nothing portion.Because Tianshui Zhao's official position in Dali is mainly from the Ministry of Households and the Ministry of Industry, and none of them stand out, and no one becomes a chief official.

However, the horse administration of the Dali court has always been firmly controlled by the Tianshui Zhao family, so the relationship with the frontier army can be imagined.

The old servant is no stranger to Zhao Duanming, a cultivator who has clearly given up his identity as the future Patriarch of Tianshui. On the side of Yichi Lane, he would meet each other every year and festival, and he would visit each house. This child is very naughty. The creator, when he was a child, often led a group of his peers in Yichi Lane to kill them in a mighty way, fighting with the generals who were about the same age as those on Chier Street.

These two streets and alleys with the longest history in Dali, each generation has its own child king,

There were only a few children, and they never had a bruise or a swollen face when they were young. They all had their own dog-headed military advisers, who were responsible for reading military books and helping with the formation of troops.

For example, those who are a generation older than Zhao Duanming, Cao Gengxin, Liu Xunmei, etc. are also in the same situation.

But Cao Gengxin is the most insidious guy, he specializes in dealing with the girls in the two streets. Before each fight, he will tip off the news and ask for money from their sisters, saying that he can lead someone to secretly protect XX , It can guarantee that whoever gets a few punches less, at least can go home standing up.This guy is also business-minded. He knew how to hire people to make wooden knives and bamboo knives at a young age. Every time he fanned the flames and caused a fight, he would start distributing weapons.

Because the children born in Yichi Lane, whose grandparents had bigger official hats in the officialdom, were often surrounded and beaten by Chi'er Street, and beat them to death when they caught them.

As for Yuan Zhengding, who was about the same age as Cao Gengxin, he didn't like to get involved in these messy things when he was young, which is extremely special.

Earlier, there were patrolling envoy Cao Ping and his group, and Mr. Guan liked to watch these fights the most when he was alive. Brick, no money, just take it away.

Dong Hu himself came here in this way. Several sons, and now grandsons, and even a few granddaughters, regardless of whether he likes to fight or not, there is no shortage of beating and being beaten. Bing, whoever dares not to go will be excluded afterwards.Therefore, there has always been a saying in Dali official circles that those who have not borrowed bricks from the Guan family will generally not have great prospects.

Dong Hu thinks that such a Dali capital is very good.

In the two streets and alleys, there are both childish sounds of reading and the sound of fighting and fighting.

After all, Dong Hu was getting old, and anyway, he was not in the hall, but squatted on the side of the road with his back against the corner.

Liu Jia opened his eyes, and said with a smile: "Such a big official like the servant, would squat on the ground, it's insulting to gentleness, it's not proper."

After all, the old monk is not blind and deaf, so he doesn't care about the outside world anymore, it's just some gossip from friends.

I only heard that this old servant who had given half his life to the yamen of the Ministry of Rites, in the officialdom, his knees were not too hard, and his reputation was mediocre. He was a master servant who worked hard.

Of course, he is a layman in these official affairs, and he doesn't really think that this senior official, who never speaks harshly, must be a coward.

After all, there are too many ruthless people in Dali officialdom, especially the temples in the capital, and there are many people who don't say ruthless words but only do ruthless deeds.

Dong Hu said in a bad mood: "I'm not you gods who don't need to eat. They have to shit every day. They don't know how to squat or stand up, ah?"

Tonight, His Majesty the Emperor urgently summoned him into the palace to discuss matters, and then he was given such a hard job. The longer the old servant waited, the mood gradually became worse, especially the peach blossom eyes of the empress dowager at that time were so narrowed.

But in fact, Dong Hu's impression of the young mountain owner of the downcast mountain is not bad at all. Even Dong Hu has always felt that the old Lizhu Cave is really good Fengshui.

To be so talented.

The Ministry of Rites is in charge of the mountains and rivers of a country, and he is a servant, so he knows a lot about the inside story.

Even Ma Kuxuan, who is rebellious and unruly, has never slacked off during the battles?

In addition, there are Zhao Yao, who is already an official in the capital, and Lin Shouyi, who is now in the capital. Which one is not a genius among geniuses?

Liu Jia said with a smile: "Then the servant will continue to squat and drink the northwest wind."

Dong Hu turned his head and said angrily: "Duanming, have some peanuts."

Zhao Duanming flicked his wrist, got up and clapped his hands, "No more."

Liu Jia caressed his beard and smiled, he is a good disciple and one heart with his master.

In fact, Chen Ping'an had already returned to the alley, but he didn't show up in a hurry, not to put on airs on purpose, but just wanted to see more about the patience of the old servant.

When the conscience is clear at night.

By the river that was brightly lit like daylight before, a drinking party finally broke up. The young officials suppressed the surge of alcohol, and bowed goodbye to those seniors with bigger official hats, and waited until they were far away. , Immediately stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, ran all the way to the river, vomited squatting, vomiting on his stomach, retching until tears came out.

Drinking is uncomfortable, and my heart is even more uncomfortable.

Han Chuang has studied hard for twenty years, and finally became an official, but he has to smile at the wine table like this.

The old man from his hometown squatted aside and patted the young man on the back.

This young man was praised by Dali Shilin as a handsome man with "articles like snow".

If you are not talented enough, you will accept your fate, but you have to wrong yourself at the wine table like this despite being highly talented, so what's wrong with feeling wronged?If young people don't feel wrong, old people will not need to lead the way for young people.

The young man raised the back of his hand, wiped the corners of his eyes, smiled wryly, and said in a trembling voice, "Master, even if I only drink once a month, I can't stand it. When will I be tall?"

The old man said with a smile: "When you become a high-ranking official and it's someone else's turn to invite you to drink, you can drink less. If you are in a good mood and the wine is good, drink more."

The young man turned his head and retched non-stop, dialed the river water, lowered his head to rinse his mouth, and then sat on the ground. He had already vomited so much that he couldn't vomit anymore, and finally felt better.

The old man was sitting on the steps beside him, and said with a smile: "People say that heaven cannot help people to be rich, but it is only forbidden to be idle. In the officialdom, of course, you will only have more leisure time. Just get used to it. But there is a saying, it used to be my imperial examination room." The teacher told me that after the drinking party like today, the old man said that no matter how much you read, if you still don’t know how to approach people and observe things, then you should not be an official at all, because scholars should use reading to understand world affairs. "

Having said that, he paused for a moment, and the old man stroked his beard and smiled, "So you have to pay back the money, kid."

The young man who was already blushing became more and more ashamed, and said softly: "Master, I can only owe the drink money first."

The old man smiled and said: "Don't worry, I'll pay it back when I have the money. I'm still strong, so save your little salary first, daughter-in-law. It's not easy to live in the capital. If you want to marry a beautiful local lady, you have to pay more." Waste of money."

Seeing that the young man was still unnecessarily embarrassed, the old man said with a smile: "A gentleman establishes a career, and poverty is not enough to be ashamed."

The young official got up shaking, bowed and saluted, and thanked the old man silently.

There was still a lot of grievances left before, but there were not so many.

The old man and the young man were walking on the street together. It was late at night, but it was still lively.

Another round of drinking is also over.

The man smiled and asked, "How?"

The two fairies smiled blushingly.It is true that they misunderstood the elder of the teacher.But I can't blame them for thinking too much, not to mention how bad it is to spread the matter of accompanying the wine.

The scholar of Wailang, a member of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, is indeed a gentleman.Most of the conversations at the previous banquet were about the customs of the hometown, and of course they also talked about some official scenes, such as hoping that the sect they belong to, the genealogy masters can go down the mountain more often, and besides the experience of the world, they also want to benefit the village. Protect the people of the place.

In the river, a god in blue hovered over the water, looking up at the lights of restaurants on the banks of the Changpu River.

He, the water god of the Changpu River, because the river section is not long, the rank of the mountains and rivers is not high, the sixth grade, this is because of the feet of the emperor, otherwise he would just put the small water area that his colleagues laughed at as "a few buckets of water" and put it in the water. In the local area, Hebo Duxuan is a worthy official.

A water descendant of the mansion next to him quickly stretched out his hand to disperse the streams of meaty water, so as not to dirty the official robe of his master of the water god, then rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "Master, this street is really outrageous, it is so noisy all night long, let's put it on." I can't bear it. Sure enough, the master is generous, and the prime minister can pull a boat in his stomach. If the master goes to the court to be an official, it will be fine, at least he will start as a court official."

The God of the River smiled and said, "Could it be that he drank too much and talked drunk?"

He has been guarding here for hundreds of years. Anyway, since the first day of the founding of the Dali Kingdom, he has been the water god of the Changpu River, so he has met almost all the emperors, generals, officials, and generals of the Dali. The domineering, extravagant and lustful people, the mighty generals of the feudal towns came to Beijing, even in groups.

The Changpu River God has the deepest memory, which is quite strange. It is not someone who has done some feats, or who became the traitor who tried to usurp the country and ruined his reputation, but in the last hundred years. Those old official robes and boots that were badly worn, and those cheap jade pendants with poor materials and unsightly carvings hanging from their waists.

Even today, especially in Yichi Lane and Chi'er Street, many officials participating in the court meeting will change their official robes and boots, but the jade pendant still does not change.

This seems to be an unwritten rule in Dali's officialdom.

I heard that there was a court meeting where a stunned young man who came from a noble family and entered the officialdom changed a priceless jade pendant one day.

It turned out that Mr. Guan was very sharp-eyed. He was the first to find out, and the result was that he was calling friends and calling friends. A large group of central officials surrounded the young official to watch the fun. Everyone was envious, asked the price, and praised the carver. This made the young official feel ashamed.

Later, in the middle of the night, the young people first came here to drink away their sorrows. Later, seeing no one around, they were so wronged that they cried loudly. The jade pendant, why can't it be hung.

Later, this once young, and then no longer young official of the Dali Military Department, was still a civil servant, and died in the battlefield of the capital during a battle of defending the city.

During a court meeting in the capital, a few old men who were very old and young, retreated from the court, and these old guys who had laughed at the stunned young man walked out together, and then stood together somewhere outside the palace gate with their hands folded.

The few old people who had already been dazzled, deaf and teeth loose, who could no longer laugh and speak loudly, didn't say anything, they seemed to hear the sound of clanging jade.

Therefore, the Calamus River God sincerely felt that only the 100-year-old Dali Capital City was really as intoxicating as wine.

It seems that generations of young people will have as much arrogance as they have drank, whether Dali is in the temple or on the battlefield.

A subtle sword light flashed away.

In this brightly lit place, the gods could not have expected this sword light.

Like the calamus water god, he never noticed it.

Chen Pingan sat on a wall not far from the alley, put his sword light into his sleeve, rested his chin with one hand, and smiled.

Standing up, the figure floated down on the street, and went to see the old servant Dong Hu.

Inside the Great Li Palace.

His Majesty the Emperor and the Empress Dowager sat opposite each other in a small room. Beside Song He sat a young woman named Yu Mian, empress of Dali, who was born in the Yu family of Shangzhu Kingdom.

Without any civil and military officials from Dali accompanying the discussion, it was just like a family chatting.

Holding a round fan, Yu Mian tilted his body slightly, leaning against the flower table, and helped His Majesty fan the wind gently. Since the room was not big and the windows were not opened tonight, it was quite hot.

Among all the surnames in the Shangzhu Kingdom, the Yu family is the one that is relatively far away from the officialdom. Now, in name, it is only in charge of all the official silk and tea affairs of Dali in the local area.

Compared to the "mother-in-law" next to her, Yu Mian, the daughter-in-law of the Song family, really had no reputation, and even in the imperial court, there was no such thing as "virtuous".

At most, they would participate in sacrifices as usual, or chat with those wives who entered the palace.

Song He asked softly: "Mother, can't you hand over that piece of broken porcelain?"

Do not confuse family affairs and state affairs.Moreover, what the Da Li Song family wanted was already in their pockets, so why bother with such a trivial matter.

What are you keeping?Useless.

In fact, news came from Qin Tianjian at that time, and along with it, a landscape painting scroll of Guoyunlou Inn on Zhengyang Mountain was sent to the palace, and it was copied and handed over to his majesty the emperor.

As soon as Song He saw the actions that Chen Pingan made at that time, he knew that this matter would definitely be a big trouble.

The woman suddenly said angrily: "When is the family affairs of the emperor's family not a state matter?! The king of a country, the emperor of ninety-five, this is a simple truth, do you want me to teach you?"

She stretched out one palm and pressed the case table, "He, Chen Pingan, as a citizen of Dali, was lucky enough to get a few bags of gold and copper coins, bought Luopo Mountain, and later established Zongmen, over the years, when did he show good looks to the Dali court? He even deliberately turned a blind eye to the Longzhou area, from the Yamen of the Supervision Office to the governor of the state capital, the county guard, and the county magistrate. Do you want to contact me?"

"The establishment of a sect in Luopo Mountain can't even pass through my Dali court, causing our Dali Song family to lose face to the Zhongtu Confucian Temple! Is this his sincerity, Chen Ping'an?!"

"Heh, I've been able to drink tea with Zhuhuang at the Patriarch Hall of Yixian Peak. It's only been a few years in Luopo Mountain, and I dare to be so presumptuous and rude. In a few years, will I come here to drink tea? Your Majesty, are you planning to ask me to serve him tea and water?"

The emperor could only smile wryly.

Empress Dali, on the other hand, always kept her eyebrows down and her eyes soft.

She put down the round fan, put it down gently, silently, picked up a tangerine from the porcelain basin, with five fingers like green onions, split the yellow tangerine with slender hands, and then gently handed it to His Majesty the Emperor.

In fact, the woman does not like this daughter-in-law very much, she is too well-behaved and sensible, too submissive, too sharp and restrained, in short, she is too much like the woman herself when she was young.

But this marriage was personally arranged by the late emperor, and the national teacher handled it in detail, how dare she say no?

The more the woman spoke, the more angry she slapped the table, "Song He, don't forget, I, Dali Chongwu, are the foundation of the country!"

She turned to look at Yu Mian, "Go down."

The queen got up immediately, took her leave, picked up the round fan again, Song He frowned slightly, and was about to hold her hand, the woman's fingers moved slightly, shaking quietly.

Song He smiled knowingly and stopped stopping her from leaving.

The woman pretended not to see the little move of her daughter-in-law, but just sneered in her heart, Hu Meizi!It's really more vixen than vixen.

As soon as Yu Mian left, the woman immediately stopped being extremely annoyed, and said with a gloomy expression: "Don't forget the word "harmony", this Chen Pingan knows about this, and you think he has never met him before. Are you closer, or are you closer to 'Song Mu' who has been a neighbor for many years?! Don't forget, in the Dadu Temple, the person who walked with Chen Pingan, who was lucky enough to return home alive, was the person who walked together. Song Jixin of Niping Lane is the vassal king Song Mu who sits in Dali, not Your Majesty!"

The emperor was silent.

The woman smiled and said, "Don't worry about it, Your Majesty, I know how to deal with Chen Pingan."

Empress Dali, Yu Mian, walked slowly in the corridor, followed by several court ladies not far or near behind her, their steps were light and well-behaved, but none of them looked like they were walking on thin ice.

Occasionally, Yu Mian would ask about strange people and anecdotes about the Lizhu Cave, and His Majesty the Emperor would only pick and choose one of them. And Qilong Lane Shop will still take care of those former neighbors.Whenever a woodcutter rests at the gate of Luoluo Mountain, a little girl in black who is in charge of the gate will bring out tea. During the day, a table will be placed on the side of the road, and it will be taken back at night.

So in fact, she has a good impression of that downcast mountain.Because I feel very similar to my natal family.

But she thinks so, so what can she do.It doesn't matter what she thinks.

She turned her head to look at the night, the bright moon was in the sky, and she didn't know whether it would be cloudy or sunny tomorrow or a violent storm.

She only knows one thing.

Wealthy families often have poor and poor relatives, and they never return empty-handed, which is a loyal family.

Passing through the high gate, the people will not deliberately walk quickly as if avoiding disasters, it is the gate of accumulating goodness.

Outside the alley on the other side of the Ren Yun Yi Yun Building.

Chen Pingan clasped his fists and said with a smile: "I kept Dong Shilang waiting for a long time."

Dong Hu just saw a green shirt on the street, and immediately got up, and when he heard these words, his heartstrings became even more tense.

And this young man with many identities, the second sentence made Dong Hu feel even more complicated, he didn't know whether to be happy or worried.

Because Chen Ping said with a smile, "Please trouble Dong Shilang to report back to the palace. If you really want to talk, let the woman come here to talk in person, otherwise I will go to her house as a guest."

Dong Hu asked softly: "Is this really the case?"

Chen Ping turned his head, looked at the elderly coachman who seemed to be dozing off, and asked, "Do you not like me?"

Dong Hu has one head and two big ones, and the coachman never looked at you, Chen Pingan, from the beginning to the end.

The old coachman opened his eyes and said calmly: "So what if it is, so what if it is not?"

Chen Ping smiled and said: "Sure enough, he was the second senior who spoke that year."

The old coachman twitched his mouth, "Practice?"

Just as Chen Pingan was about to speak, he suddenly raised his head, and saw a vortex suddenly appeared above the entire Aquarius Continent, and then a sword light came straight down, pointing directly at Dali Capital City.

Chen Ping knew that he was right to leave the inn voluntarily, otherwise he must be the one who was beaten.

Because the one who made the sword was Ning Yao who was lying on the table thinking about it more and more, and finally saw this old-fashioned coachman, practice, practice your mother's practice.