Sword comes

Chapter 930 Borrowing mountains and rivers from the kings (1)

Li Sheng drank a bowl of wine at the shop and asked, "How do you say it?"

The old scholar laughed so hard that his whole old face wrinkled together, and said: "The opportunity is rare, let me take a break from my busy schedule, and drink a little longer, the emperor is not short of hungry soldiers."

Nowadays, in the Confucian Temple and Gongde Forest, it is actually old scholars who are presiding over affairs, big and small. It is not too much to say "sneak in while busy".

Li Sheng hesitated for a moment, but still reminded: "Remember not to overdo things, the Confucian Temple has nothing to do with you, so I will find Chen Ping'an."

Few people can make Li Sheng such an extra "reminder".

After all, with them, the principles of ritual sages all make sense.

The old scholar complained: "This is too much to say."

The outsider is still there, give me some face.

Li Sheng said: "Then I would like to trouble Wen Sheng to give a correct sentence. I don't want the next Confucian Temple meeting, Chen Ping'an will take the initiative to intercede with the Confucian Temple for the first time, just to help his husband clean up the mess."

The reason why Jingsheng Xiping called him here was not because he was worried that no one would be able to hold back the old scholar's impulsiveness.

The old scholar said sternly: "I don't understand this truth. Only the students do things and the master knows the truth. How can a gentleman do things and the students know the truth."

Li Sheng said, "Drink your wine well."

The old scholar patted his chest and promised: "Of course good wine must be drunk well!"

As soon as Li Sheng left, the old scholar raised his legs and rolled up his sleeves, ready to drink.

A young man who is only in his early 40s can talk about business and settle old scores at the same wine table with a savage old throne demon who has been around for thousands of years.

The guest in green shirt and bamboo hat has a leisurely attitude, chatting and laughing happily.

No matter what he said, Yang Zhi had to listen carefully, and had to think about it carefully, thinking over and over again, hoping to chew out some aftertaste.

For the old scholar, with such a dish of wine, any wine table in the world is a good wine.

The old scholar picked up the wine bowl, took a sip of the wine, immediately narrowed his eyes, shrugged his shoulders, shivered, and burst into laughter.

Is drinking really that fun?Of course, it’s not interesting to just drink. It’s the people on the drinking table and the things outside the drinking table.

Seeing the little girl who was Chao Qiuhe's mother-in-law, she hesitated to speak several times, and the old scholar smiled and asked: "Is there anything you want to ask? Just ask, there is no status on the wine table."

The old mountain god began to wink again, reminding Ganzhou not to talk nonsense.

Ganzhou has always been unable to hide his words, "Master Wensheng, why do you look nothing like the hanging statue in the Confucian Temple?"

Before I heard that Wen Sheng restored the Confucian temple god, she once sneaked out and went to a county once,

Of course we must go to the Confucian Temple. The Confucian Sage on the portrait is an old man with a clear appearance. His appearance is towering and divine. He really has nothing to do with the scrawny old man in front of him.

The old scholar laughed loudly and said, "It's all due to Mr. Wu's poor painting skills."

The little girl lay on the table and asked curiously: "The embroidered tiger, Cui Chan, was fine back then, why did he betray the lineage of Wen Sheng?"

The old mountain god has already started watching his nose, nose and heart.

Even Yang Zhi had to cough to remind the little girl not to be too presumptuous.

The old scholar was not angry at all. He looked at the desolate scene outside the wine shop except for the mountains, with high and low, layer upon layer. After a moment of silence, the old scholar smiled and said slowly: "When you are a student, you are hurt by your husband. A smart person can't lie to himself, and he doesn't want to speak bad words to his husband, so he left silently without even saying hello."

What is regret, the things that can't be obtained again, the people who can't be met again, are regrets.

The old scholar turned his beard silently, sighed, picked up the wine bowl, took a sip of the wine, and wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, "Our words can not only cover thousands of mountains and rivers, but also create obstacles and bridges. Therefore, when staying with someone close to you day and night, you must not speak angry words, must not speak ironically, and must not be silent."

Gong Xinzhou praised sincerely: "Sage Wen's words are really unbreakable."

The old scholar smiled and said: "It's the experience and insight of my closed disciple. I just borrowed it and used it."

Seeing the wind, Gong Xinzhou turned the steering wheel and said, "No wonder Chen Yinguan can become Master Wensheng's closed disciple."

The old scholar hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Chen Pingan, a closed disciple, was abducted by me with great difficulty, because he is very picky about Mr."

The old mountain god only thought that this sentence was so clever, he deserved to be the master of literature and art who had never lost in the debate between the three religions.

Ganzhou asked again: "It is said that the emperor loves Yao'er, so does Master Wensheng?"

Because the girl He Po remembered the foreigner from before, she didn't look like a scholar at all, more like a gangster who was used to cheating.

A movement of shaking his palm, with just one sentence, calmed Mr. Meifu.

The old scholar smiled and said: "I don't have many students and disciples, so it's not like I'm partial to anyone. Everyone has their preferences."

My own students, several disciples who entered the room, plus Mao Xiaodong and the others, all of them are of course excellent in knowledge, so there is no need to say anything.

In the matter of asking about the sword earlier, there was a left idiot.Ask about boxing, there is Junqian.Later, Cui Chan was the one who made the arrangements.The one who broke the game was Qi Jingchun.

Then Chen Pingan, the closed-door disciple who is Xiao Qi's acting teacher, can be said to be a master of their respective strengths. Of course, there may still be some gaps, but the future is worth looking forward to.

It's just that now, whoever sees Chen Pingan will question whether you are so-and-so's junior?Will you question that you are the closed disciple of the old scholar?

The students are so kind and outstanding that the husband is not only relieved, but also a little ashamed.

Ganzhou felt that Master Wen Sheng had said some polite words, and that he was talking in an official tone to himself, which was not very refreshing, so the little girl took a sip of wine.

The old scholar twitched his beard and smiled, looking at the desolate scene outside the shop, the general scene, two moods, two kinds of demeanor, probably this is the human heart and practice, no matter how powerful your ancient gods are, you will never have such a heart Thinking, hard-hearted, can't help it, wouldn't it be sad.

In the magnificent Jiuzhou, death is like life, so there are many customs of burial.And the vast starry sky above the heads of all living beings is probably a water burial cemetery.

The old scholar quickly put away these thoughts, and said with a smile: "Brother Gong, can you lend me the seal of the Sword Immortal?"

Gong Xinzhou hurriedly took out the seal book from his sleeve and handed it to Wen Sheng, saying in panic, "I can't be called an elder brother."

The old scholar joked: "There's nothing to be ashamed of. I'm often called old."

Gong Xinzhou nodded like a pounding garlic, his face was already flushed, and he spoke incoherently, "The little god is with You Rong, and you are Rong."

The old scholar turned the pages of the book while drinking, and soon turned to the last page. When he saw Chen Ping's seal, he smiled knowingly and returned the seal to Gong Xinzhou. If you become an official, you can learn that Meihe opened up the mansion on the mountain, and you can ask for something from your local academy as usual. Let me see, those sage books from the Confucian Temple are dead things after all. Why should Brother Gong look far away..."

Gong Xinzhou said in a deep voice: "The little god must be enshrined properly as the treasure of Zhenshan."

The old scholar thought for a moment, drank two bowls of wine, his thoughts were like a spring, and he couldn't hold it anymore. He looked at Gong Xinzhou's mountain god temple on the top of the mountain, and chanted a few words slowly.

Whoever has a good mountain, I would like to be a neighbor, the mountain will turn the sun and the night, and the birds will return together.The strange peaks everywhere are the most impressive, and you are invited to share the scenery.

The wall stands thousands of feet high, the peak lifts the sun and the moon, the beauty pierces the blue sky, and the moon is near the sky with the hand raised.Support the world and people to see, and open the sky for me.

The painted clay statue of the mountain god in the ancestral temple was shining golden for a moment, and Gong Xinzhou at the wine shop immediately stood up and bowed to the sage of literature, as if receiving a decree.

This is the oral constitution of the Confucian Temple meritorious sage.

If it were in the land of three continents where the old scholar joined the Tao, with just one sentence, he could elevate the position of the god of mountains and waters, and instantly raise the rank of the golden and jade genealogy.

The old scholar hurriedly raised his hand and pressed twice, "You're welcome, it's a trivial matter, and I didn't raise the height of the statue of old brother Gong. I just said a few nice words, it's a trivial matter that doesn't cost much."

After all, it is in the Divine Continent of Central Earth, where the Yasheng Hedao is located, and it is not appropriate for old scholars to cross the border.

The old scholar looked at Chao Qiuhe Po, only feeling happy for the old mountain god, without envy or jealousy, the old scholar nodded secretly, then glanced sideways and looked up.

Yang Zhi immediately understood, and said in a voice: "I am willing to accept Ganzhou as an anonymous disciple, and teach her several water techniques."

The old scholar smiled and said: "In the ruins of the alchemy furnace of the Taoist ancestor, there is a He Po with a snake mirror in his arms, and he lives with you day and night. If this is not Dao fate, what is Dao fate? When Chen Pingan reminded you of this matter, you probably still feel that it is difficult for others, and you don’t take it seriously. Haven’t you heard the saying that “things have their roots and ends, and things have their end”? Don’t think about it, why did Li Sheng detain you here? , why not restrict your freedom too much, why?"

When the old scholar said this, he drew a circle on the table, "Yin and yang alternate like a circle, and the cycle of personnel and affairs is like a snake coil. In the past few years, you have only cared about complaining about others and others, and your Dao heart has been gloomy, but you don't know that the saints have given you a dissatisfaction." Small good intentions, he hopes that you can come here, make a difference, find a new way, not in the art but in the way of the heart, and take a broader road. Foreign objects are used as a way to break through the realm, and you haven't thought about it carefully. Why do you big monsters of the wild throne, compared with the monks on the top of the mountain in the other three worlds, because you are born with a long life, it is so easy to enter the Ascension Realm, but in the end you are among the top ten? The four realms are so difficult, where is the crux?"

The old scholar smiled and said: "Firstly, it is necessary to pay off the debt. Moreover, because you have cultivated a human form, but you are not actually human. Liu Cha is better than you in this matter. You all think he is a sword. Because of cultivation, we are blessed by nature, but in fact it is not, just because Liu Cha's Taoism has already been no different from others."

Yang Zhi sighed faintly, got up and gave the old scholar a blessing, she was really grateful for the other party's guidance, "Thank you Wen Sheng for your advice."

In fact, the old throne was even more relieved. Finally, there was no need to worry. I was suddenly "refined" by someone in this alchemy furnace site.

The old scholar shook his head and said: "I just pointed out the direction of a road for you. After that, it will not be easy for you to practice. For the sake of the drink, I might as well give you another word. Kung fu is only about the "obsession" of one's nature. Dao Xin's 'boil' is above the word."

Yang Zhi is like taking a big reassurance.

The old scholar and himself are so amiable, thinking about it, is it equivalent to having an extra amulet at the Confucian Temple in the future?

These years, selling wine here for Yangzhi is like being in a drought, waiting for the rain every day, which is not a good feeling.

This is also one of the reasons why Yang Zhi is willing to do a business with Chen Pingan. As long as he has some relationship with this young man who is a hermit official, it is equivalent to forming a relationship with Wen Sheng.

As for Hu Duzi of Wen Sheng's lineage, several worlds are clear.Especially the old scholar's love for the closed disciples is really lawless.

Besides, since Chen Ping'an is the closed disciple of the old scholar, then he is the common junior brother of those "monsters".

Because Yang Zhi is very clear about his current situation, among the saints and sages accompanying the Confucian Temple, even among the three leaders and deputy leaders of the Confucian Temple, there is no objection. The vice-religion leader who is going to kill him will definitely kill the killer directly.

Unexpectedly, the old scholar smiled again and said: "It's still the same sentence. If you do good deeds and make mistakes, you have to pay off your debts. It's just that it's not easy to make up for mistakes and make up for the mistakes. I advise you to do it as soon as possible. Be mentally prepared, lest you blame me for taking you into a ditch in the future. I am a person who has always had a good temper when I am scolded by others, but I can't stand the kindness and kindness of the world on the road. Those who are powerful will trample in the mud wantonly. As long as I see it, I will get angry, and once I get angry, you will have to bear the consequences. Not to mention the saints of ritual, even the most holy teacher pleading for you will not work."

Anyway, Li Sheng is not there, and the old man is nowhere to be seen, so what if I got drunk and said a few drunken words.

When Yang Zhi heard these blunt and unmistakable threats, she wasn't annoyed at all, and she didn't dare to be annoyed. Anyway, Wen Sheng is still a fourteenth-level monk who restored the Confucian Temple's orthodoxy.

She stood up and filled another bowl of wine for the old scholar. The old scholar thanked her, and then said with a smile: "In addition to Lugu wine and reading miscellaneous books, you should read a few more serious books, don't carry a pole I don’t even know a single word.”

What else can Yang Zhi do, he has no choice but to nod in agreement.

Qingtong did leave her a lot of miscellaneous books to pass the time.

Po Chao Qiuhe was stunned. Could Master Wensheng be insinuating, talking about me?

Since I was a child, I found reading boring. I was born with it. If you blame me, Mr. Wen Sheng, who should I blame?

Gong Xinzhou sensed Ganzhou's expression, worried that she might misunderstand Mr. Wensheng, and immediately echoed, "A fair lady is a gentleman. A kind heart is a kindness, and a beautiful appearance is a kindness. Therefore, reading a book is enough to add luster to a beautiful woman. Of course, you have to read more The book of sages and sages means that the nature is like white jade, but it is still cold when burned, and the writing is like Zhu Xian, the deeper it is percussed. Therefore, in the article "On Rites", there is the "Song of the Qing Temple, sing once and sigh three times". The language is deafening and thought-provoking, and it echoes the phrase "the harp of the Qing Temple, the Zhu Xian is sparse" by Master Li Sheng. Today, the so-called harmony of poetry among literati and refined scholars is far behind. .”

Yang Zhi frowned when he heard that, as the old saying goes, listening to Jun's words is better than ten years of reading, but listening to Gong Shanshen drop the book bag there, he was so sore, listening to his words, ten years of reading was wasted.

The old scholar put it another way, and said with a smile: "If you want to jump out of the three realms, you are not in the five elements, just read books. If you want to go to a higher level, you don't have the three realms and five elements in your eyes. Only after reading the book, there is no more words." barrier."

The girl was in a cloud of confusion, and the old mountain god was thinking about how to keep up with his flattery, but Yang Zhi suddenly looked awe-inspiring.

The old scholar planned to return to the Confucian Temple after drinking three bowls of wine at the wine shop, so he drank slowly the last bowl of wine in his hand.

The world gathers and disperses in a hurry, and once we meet, we grow old again.

History is like a brazier containing a pile of ashes that are still warm.

All the ashes are the dead people who have been completely forgotten, and those sparks are the traces of the dead people still left in the world.

For example, the inscriptions on the Great Wall of Sword Qi, the handed down works of sages, the poems of Bai Yesuzi, the hanging statues of the ancestral halls on various mountains, the cliff carvings and stone tablets between famous mountains and rivers, and the names of the tombstones that descendants go to the grave every year... Hundreds and thousands of years later, all the stories of the ancients are still on the lips and hearts of future generations.

Yang Zhi suddenly said, "Wen Sheng has accepted a good student."

"This nonsense..."

The old scholar paused for a moment, and drank the wine in the bowl, "Listen again

Thousands of times, it doesn't bother me. "

Things in the sky cannot last long, and a house full of guests is like water.

Now there are guests on the seat with a thunderbolt, and it is easy to drive around the mountains and rivers.

The old love can still be chased, and the mountain wind is surging like rushing.

He is like a green shirt and a sword in the white clouds, overlooking the five mountains and hills.

----

In the middle of Tongye Island, inside the Zhenyao Building, under the plane tree.

Chen Ping'an closed his eyes and concentrated, sitting cross-legged, as if sitting in his heart, traveling thousands of miles in his dreams.

Both Qingtong's real body and Yinshen had followed the young hermit into dreams and traveled around the world, but the burly old man in Yangshen's outer body stayed where he was, fearful.

Because that Xiaomo actually showed his peak posture again, condensing an illusory Dharma figure to a height of more than ten feet, white clothes and white hair, barefoot holding a sword, just staring at Qingtong Yangshen, and occasionally glanced sideways at the towering ancient tree.

It is obvious that Qingtong is not trusted.As long as there is any abnormality, this peak swordsman will cut down the plane tree.

The burly old man said unhappily: "Already an ally, he is still like guarding against thieves, what's the matter?"

With Xiaomo Hengjian in front of him, he wiped the light of the pure sword with his fingers, and asked with a smile, "Where is Jianshu Pei Min now?"

Qing Tong shook his head and said, "After the sword-questioning in the rain, Pei Min disappeared."

For some reason, Xiao Mo always felt that there was something strange in the empty Town Demon Building.

It's just that he divided his mind several times and inspected the corners of the vast building, but he still failed to find the slightest dao mark.

Xiao Mo asked: "The twelve picture scrolls that you carefully set up before were all arranged by Zou Zi in advance, and you just copied them?"

Qingtong remained silent.

Xiao Mo asked again: "How did Zou Zi take back these twelve 'answer sheets'?"

Qing Tong remained silent.

Xiao Mo's eyes were indifferent, "If you ask me something, don't pretend to be deaf and dumb. You have to ask me to ask you a sword before you say anything?"

Qingtong didn't dare to be dumb anymore, and said helplessly, "I don't know what Zou Zi thinks and how he will do things in the future. He is Zou Zi! Zou Zi is not an ordinary fourteen-level monk!"

Qingtong's comment on Zou Zi's statement is almost as high as the sky.

There are only a handful of monks in the fourteen realms in the world, so how can we say "ordinary"?It is indeed this Zou Zi who monopolizes half of the Yin Yang family, which is too weird.

Qingtong then whispered: "Maybe when we mention Zou Zi's name at this moment, it is a kind of response that resonates with the world. It has already fallen into Zou Zi's ears, and we can completely ignore the barriers between heaven and earth."

As for the taboo, in some dynasties under the mountain, not only the emperor and monarch, but also the elders of the family must be tabooed in the books, and their names and names need to be avoided.On the mountain, only a small group of great monks on the top of the mountain will be treated this way. If a qi trainer rashly calls his name, it is very likely that he will see immediate results. High, just like "the louder the voice", the higher the possibility of the other party's telepathy.

At this moment, Chen Pingan, who had been immersed in the dream, still did not open his eyes, but smiled and said, "From the beginning, I deliberately made it easier for Zou Zi to collect the answer sheets. Xiao Mo, remember when we first came here, comrade Qing What did your friend say?"

Xiao Mo suddenly realized.

This Qingtong asked Chen Pingan "Have you ever heard of Zou Zi's prophecy" before setting up the illusion of the picture scroll?

Maybe from that moment on, it seems like the world has spread out.

Just like an imperial examination, Qingtong is just the examiner of the examination room, the real person who writes the questions, and the chief executive officer of the abbot examination is Zou Zi.

The exam question is that Zouzi prophecy.

So in contrast to Chen Pingan's sentence that breaks the topic, he has already put his pen on the scroll paper.

It is to borrow Zheng Juzhong's words, "If you don't take it seriously, you just have to."

This means that whether you take it seriously or not, it's up to you to believe it or not.

After that, in the twelve worlds, Chen Ping's various words and deeds, the ups and downs of Dao heart, whether it is from Chen Ping's original heart, whether it is true or not, just like Chen Ping's rhetorical question to Zou Zi.

Since my young master has already noticed it and has a way to deal with it, then Xiaomo will not bother others.

Moreover, Qingtong took the initiative to mention "", which can barely be regarded as a leaked secret.

Xiaomo just looked at Qingtong with an idiot-like look.

Qingtong was speechless at the moment, okay, I'm an idiot.

It's just that you, Xiaomo, are you better than me?

Xiao Mo smiled.

Unfortunately, I am a sword cultivator.

Thinking about things and solving puzzles is not my specialty, but if you want to ask a sword to cut people, I have to be counted as one of them.

And in the corridor on the top floor of a pavilion in Zhenyao Tower.

The most holy teacher and Taoist Chunyang stand on the fence, but both of them have identities and visions from the past, and when looking at the future, of course the current Xiaomo cannot find it.

The middle-aged Taoist priest who was honored by Chen Pingan as Lu Zu, Bing Fu carried his sword on his back, and praised when he saw this: "This fellow Daoist Xizhu, his spiritual sense is still very keen."

The most holy master nodded and said: "None of these sword cultivators at the peak of the Ascension Realm are vegetarians."

When Master Chunyang heard Chen Pingan's words, he was quite surprised for a while, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "It's like ordinary people wandering in the mountains in rainy and snowy weather, if they slipped on their feet, they would fall between the cliffs and be crushed to pieces. .It is dangerous and dangerous to fight with Zou Zi like this."

The most holy teacher smiled and said: "This is what Kou Ming said, 'what is safe is natural, what is understood is self-understanding', of course, it can also be regarded as the old scholar's saying, 'Those who know themselves do not blame others, and those who know their fate do not blame heaven. ', if you put it more bluntly, it is nothing more than three poles in the sun to dry clothes, and go out to collect clothes when it rains, but if... forget it, forget it."

Master Chunyang still wants to spread these few words, and take the opportunity to ask the most holy teacher about the root of the three teachings.

However, the most holy master seemed unwilling to talk about this, and changed the subject, and asked with a smile: "You have been wandering around Qingming for a long time, and you haven't sneaked to Jade Emperor City to listen to Kou Ming's preaching?"

In the blurred vision, it can be vaguely seen that earlier, a Taoist priest was drinking alone under the plane tree.

This middle-aged man has attained the Tao and the truth, and has the charm of "a jade tree faces the wind, and a big tree attracts the wind".

Taoist Chunyang said with a smile: "I have attended three times, but every time I have Master Lu as my companion."

The most holy teacher said: "Because Lu Chen had already anticipated the future at that time, he was still worried that you would return to Haoran in the future and take away too much Dao Qi from Qingming Tianxia and Bai Yujing."

Taoist Chunyang said: "If Lu Chen had never left his hometown, at least he would have created one and a half more Longhu Mountains for Haoran Tianxia."

The most holy teacher smiled and said: "I am lucky to gain, but my life is lost. The flowers blooming outside the wall are also blooming."

Taoist Chunyang sighed: "Lu Chendao, Lu Chendao's heart is unpredictable, but he is willing to look at this senior teacher with admiration."

According to what Lu Chen said back then, his master followed Taoism and nature, which was almost one.How high is the Taoism, how great is the fighting ability.

And Lu Chen also admired the senior brother who accepted the apprentice on behalf of the master. He never concealed that the reason why he left Haoran back then and went to Qingming Tiantian was to ask the head teacher of Bai Yujing. Before he came to Kou Ming, Lu Chen had a lot of praises for him, "Suspicion is to go away, not to be a prisoner of heaven and earth", "A real person is mysterious and myriad, and we can't see the trace of it", "A person who is calm and defying the wind has nothing to do. Yi, scratch your shoulders and pick up the big road to swim in Taixu"...

Lu Chen even kept threatening to write a book and biography for his senior brother.

Probably in Lu Chen's eyes, senior brother Kou Ming monopolizes the term "real person".

So after Lu Chen became the third head teacher, he always only called Kou "Senior Brother" to the two senior brothers in Bai Yujing, but he would call Yu Dou "Senior Brother Yu".

In addition, about this senior brother, Lu Chen still has some odd bits and pieces of words that no one else can understand, such as Tiangen, one becomes seven, seven becomes nine, and returns to one, dummy...

When Taoist Chunyang traveled to Baiyujing for the first time, Lu Chen had just become a disciple of Taoist Patriarch not long ago.

At that time, Lu Chen was still relatively "young and energetic", and told Chunyang Master that the world's Taoism originated from the Taoist ancestor, continued the incense in the name of the bandits, and flourished in Lu Chen, and it will be magnificent in the future and return to the world.

Lu Chen has always been playing around in the world, he likes to speak common language with ordinary people, and speak with high-level people the high-level language that may frighten the heavenly beings.

By the time Taoist Chunyang visited Baiyujing for the second time, Lu Chen had already successfully entered the fourteenth realm, and had the "five dreams and seven heart auras" that no one has seen before.

In fact, the fellow Taoist who traveled to Jade Emperor City with Master Chunyang at that time was the real person with white bones who was one of Lu Chen's avatars.

The Taoist of Chunyang guessed that one of Lu Chen's avenues, such as the seven hearts outside of the five dreams, is very likely to be reborn and proved the Tao in the words of the great teacher Kou Ming, "One is the beginning of transformation, and one becomes seven".

Although this kind of thing is rare in the mountains, there are indeed some precedents, just like the predecessors put forward a certain hypothesis that seems to be suspended in the air, which is absurd, a loft in the sky, and then someone really made it.

The most holy master patted the railing lightly, and said slowly: "If Kou Ming was born a few years earlier, I dare not say that one of the top ten heroes in the world is in the bag, and there must be a place among the candidates."

There are two theories about the source of Taoism that first created the "Boundless Man" in the world, one is from the Western Buddhist kingdom, and the origin is traced back to the theory of "Wu Wu", and the other is from the palm of Bai Yujing It is famous for "walking above all things, walking in space as if walking in reality, and sleeping in emptiness as if lying on a bed".

And because of this reason, some people who have climbed high and looked far into the world always feel that the Taoism taught by Bai Yujing is often "similar to Buddhist scriptures", and occasionally "similar to Confucianism".

It's just that out of their respect for the Grand Master, this kind of thought of being suspected of disrespect will naturally not be announced to the outside world, and they only mention a few words when chatting among friends on the top of the mountain.

Qingming Tianxia has a widely circulated strange novel, written by Anonymous, called "Shu Yizhi", it is said that in ancient times, there was a real person who attained the Tao, who often traveled far away in the world in the beginning of spring, and returned to the wind in the beginning of autumn. In the caves, when the wind comes, the vegetation in the world will grow, and when it goes away, the vegetation in the world will shake down.

The tall old man, who seemed to be very powerful, turned his head and asked with a smile: "Do you think there will be a saying similar to the ten heroes of the world in the future, the total of the ten young people and ten alternates selected by Zou Zi before?" 22 people, how many people can make the list?"

Taoist Chunyang thought for a moment, and said: "From the point of view of the poor, at most [-]% can be accepted for evaluation. And before that, there is no one thousand years for a battle with each chance, and I am afraid it will be difficult for the dust to settle. Except for Ning Yao from the Colorful World, and the Co-Lord of the Wild Wilderness, because they have justified their names, none of the others dare to say that they will definitely win."

The implication is that only four or five young people can successfully rank among the fifteen or sixteen people on the "Mountain Peak".

Taoist Chunyang's words actually have a deeper meaning, that is, among the fourteen monks in the world today, some people will inevitably lose the election.

In addition to this, some Ascension Realm Consummation monks step up to the heights, and each of them joins the Dao, which will also squeeze out a few places.

The most holy teacher joked: "Chunyang Lu Yan, why should he be counted as one?"

The Taoist Chunyang shook his head and said: "The poor Taoist is a casual person, so I don't want to join in the fun, I want to find the way from a small place."

The most holy teacher didn't seem to find it strange at all, and asked: "Just because you think that the most Tao can't be asked for, so you plan to cut your love with the sword of wisdom? Have you chosen the dojo?"

Taoist Chunyang nodded, "I've chosen, I'm afraid I won't be able to go out, and I will fall into it, and I will never recover, so I may need the help of the most holy master to choose someone to protect the way a little bit, and only say a few words at critical moments." Foreign words'."

The most holy teacher said with a smile: "What a coincidence, according to the old saying, far away in the sky, close in front of you?"

Lu Yan was a little helpless.

It's not that he is dissatisfied with the candidate of the most holy teacher, but once he chooses this person, he probably has to come up with something.It's not that I feel sorry for this "something", but that a cultivator who has reached Lu Yan's level will actually be more troublesome when it comes to forming a relationship, no matter whether it is good or bad.

Lu Yan said: "Let's take a look at Rong Poor?"

The most holy teacher said: "What kind of words are these? It's like I'm forcing you to nod your head. It's something that both of you need to agree to. Take a step back and say, even if you agree, I won't have to ask Chen about it." It's safe, if he doesn't agree, can I force it?"

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It was raining heavily, and some people were wearing bamboo hats and green coir raincoats, walking along the river, and when they encountered a mountain peak, they only needed to point their toes, and their figure was as erratic as a wisp of green smoke, and they reached the top of the mountain in an instant.

This Qiantang River, known as the Zhejiang River in ancient times, is divided into two sources, the north and the south, and has many tributaries. At this moment, Chen Ping'an is standing at the mouth of the Qililong. The location, just nearby, is an ancient broken secret realm called Fengshui Cave. It is rumored that it is full of dragon energy, and it is the place where many dragons from the ancient Shu Kingdom collected their corpses and buried them.But now the Taoist temple has set up several layers of interlocking blindfolds. Ordinary earth immortals, even if they are proficient in geography, even if they have a map in their hands, they will only go around and hit the wall without getting in.

Chen Pingan deliberately restrained his energy, suppressed his fists, let the rain beat on his body, put on his bamboo hat, and overlooked a prosperous county town with a lot of shops on the shore, and many guild halls were built for the water merchants from the same village. Resting and discussing matters, in addition to various merchant ships docked on the shore, there is also a flower boat called a bamboo boat.According to the local county annals, there are fishermen with nine surnames living on the water, all of whom are of humble origin.

Even if they disembark from the ship and land, their clothes and clothes must be distinguished from the common people, just like at this moment, the identity of the boat owner will be clear at a glance just by holding the umbrella in hand.

And the entrance of the old Jiao Taoist Temple is different from the general fairy caves built in secluded mountains and deep water. between.

Qingtong lifted a corner of the fence, glanced at the one over there, and said softly: "It is rumored that this old Jiao from Qiantang has a violent temperament, and he is cruel under his control."

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "The rivers and rivers in the world each have their own nature of water, just like being born as a human being with a nature brought from the mother's womb."

For example, Hongzhu Town, where the three rivers converge, is the impermanence of the Yuye River, the strong water of the Okinawa River, and the soft water of the Xiuhua River.As for the quality of the water in the main trunk of the Qiantang River, only those poems that recite the spring tide are the proof.Before Cao Yong became a Nascent Soul, he managed the waters under his jurisdiction with extremely strict methods. He often fought with the gods of the neighboring rivers who were appointed by the imperial court in the early days. They frequently killed hundreds of thousands of aquatic creatures and injured hundreds of miles of crops.

Aware of the strangeness of the world, the old man in uniform strode out of the dojo in a menacing manner, standing outside Xuanmiao Temple, with a burly figure, deep eyes, sharp outlines, beard and beard, and wearing a jade-infiltrated golden robe.

Uncle Dadu Linli, whose real body stayed in Fengshui Cave all year round, squinted his golden eyes, held the jade belt around his waist with both hands, and looked at the cyan color of the mountain top.

Running the supernatural powers of natal life, I can see what ordinary Qi practitioners cannot see, only the man in the blue shirt on the top of the mountain, his face is blurred, and there is a female attendant wearing a fence beside him.

Cao Yong said loudly: "Since fellow Taoists are here, you still have to hide your head and show your tail. Is it so shameful?"

Before the words were settled, the supernatural powers had already been activated, condensing the rainwater into a water method, turning into a blue dragon with a length of hundreds of feet, and heading straight for the couple of dogs and men on the top of the mountain.

How dare you, on your own territory, shake hands with a Duke of Dadu who is equivalent to the Jade Raw Realm, this kind of... mirage secret method?

But in the next moment, Cao Yong's mood became serious, and he saw that the man in the green shirt just raised his hand, playing a magic power similar to that of the universe, pot, sun and moon in his sleeve, directly put the water dragon in his sleeve, and changed it again. Shaking the sleeves, the left hand goes in and the right goes out, as if pouring all the water of a river into the rolling river at the foot of the mountain.

Qingtong is a little gloating. In this dream, Chen Pingan is God. You, a water dragon in the jadeite realm, have long lost the advantage of sitting in the small world, how can you fight against it?

Chen Pingan took a step forward, walked straight to Cao Yong's side, took off his bamboo hat, clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Younger Chen Pingan, I have seen Uncle Linli."

younger generation?

After Cao Yong saw the other person's appearance clearly, he was quite surprised, especially the self-effaced title of the other party was even more surprising.

The two parties have never met each other before, and there is no sympathy at all, so why bother to lower their status and hold the ceremony of juniors?

Cao Yong suppressed the doubts in his heart, and bowed his hands to return the salute, "Dadu Cao Yong, I have met Chen Yinguan."

Cao Yong turned sideways, stretched out his palm, and said with a smile, "Please, Mr. Yin."

A small door appeared in the cave mansion, with four golden characters of "Bieyoudongtian" on the forehead, and a pair of couplets.

A hole in a hole sees a hole in a hole.Tianwaitian is always Tianwaitian.

Qingtong looked through the fence, glanced at the couplet, and said softly: "A hole in a hole, see a hole in a hole. The sky is beyond the sky, and the sky is beyond the sky."

It's just that Qingtong quickly changed the phrase, "In the cave, you can see the hole in the cave. Beyond the sky, the sky is beyond the sky?"

Cao Yong asked with a smile: "Dare to ask this fellow Taoist, is it Ning Jianxian?"

Chen Pingan was speechless for a moment.

Inside the gauze, Qing Tong also rolled his eyes fiercely, what kind of eyes is this old Jiao.

No wonder it is now a half-bucket of Jade Realm.

Cao Yong knew that he had made a slip of the tongue, so he just pretended that he hadn't said anything, and led the two of them into the Fengshui cave together.

Inside the cave, the three of them walked through the corridors and aisles, and saw the white jade beams and pillars and the sapphire steps, the coral bed and the water essence curtain, the glazed door lintel and the amber bridge... all the treasures of the world are here.

The only fly in the ointment is that in this feng shui cave, although the aura is as thick as water, there is no one there, not even a talisman puppet, and it looks lifeless.

After learning the intention of the young official Yin, Cao Yong was not in a hurry to express his opinion, but asked, "Why did the official Yin look for me?"

Chen Pingan said: "We have a senior in Luopo Mountain. Most of the boxing techniques of my disciple Pei Qian and I were taught by him. He and Mr. Cao are old friends who never knew each other."

After thinking for a while, Cao Yong asked tentatively, "Is that Cui Cheng?"

It is not difficult to guess that the pure warriors who can teach Chen Pingan and Pei Qian in the mountains and rivers of Aquarius Island are either Dali Song Changjing or Cui Cheng who has been missing for many years. Cheng's grandson, Xiuhu Cui Chan, once had the identity of the first disciple of the literary sage lineage, which is obviously more likely than Song Changjing, not to mention that Chen Ping'an has said that this person does not know him, so it is only It could be Cui Cheng.

Sure enough, Chen Ping nodded with a smile.

In fact, Cao Yong, as the elder of Qiantang, could have entered the Jade Realm a hundred years ago, but at that time, the waters of the Qiantang River encountered a severe drought that had never happened in a thousand years. Cao Yong had no choice but to show his real body and pull the seawater The Qiantang River was poured backwards, which brought a rain.This kind of behavior is tantamount to rebelling against one's own Dao, that is, because there is no immediate boss, so Lao Jiao "just" ended up losing 500 years of Taoism. A few years ago, Cao Yong could have directly walked through the stage where he was skinned and cramped and his head was lost.

Before that, Cui Cheng didn't think much of the irritable head of Qiantang. Because of a storm, he went to Cao Yong's door and had a fierce questioning.

After that, Cui Cheng's impression of Cao Yong changed, and he took the initiative to come to the door again, not asking about fists, but just... asking about wine.

However, Cui Cheng taught boxing at the Bamboo Tower in Luoba Mountain back then, and he never mentioned any past with Chen Pingan, it seems that he never once.

On the contrary, when the old man came to Nuan Shu and Xiaomi Li's side, he had no airs at all, and was willing to chat with the two little girls about the stories of their early walks in the rivers and lakes.

According to Pei Qian, Sister Nuanshu listens carefully every time, but Xiaomi Mili is amazing. When she hears some stories that have been told once or twice, she shakes her head vigorously. , I’ve said it, I’ve said it, let’s listen to a more exciting and frightening landscape story... In the story after that, the old man never let Mi Li down. Of course, Mi Li’s support is also amazing. At first glance, there will be countless interjections.

Chen Pingan introduced to Cao Yong the Taoist friend beside him, named Qingtong, who came from Tongyezhou.

Naturally, Cao Yong had never heard of this person before, so he just regarded him as an expert in the world who didn't show his face easily.

Qingtong's first sentence made Cao Yong look up to him even more.

"Uncle Linli, it seems that he had a great relationship with Taoist Chunyang."

Cao Yong didn't think it was a secret, so he nodded and said, "I was fortunate enough to hear a Daoist Daoist who called himself Chunyang explain the "Fire Sutra". The kindness of the Taoist preaching has never been repaid."

When that foreigner Taoist preached the Dharma for Cao Yong in Fengshui Cave, the Dao manifested, his witty words were like pearls, and a fire rain fell.

After this fire and rain, after Cao Yong left the river, it was extremely easy and smooth, just like a jinshi master who was named on the gold list of the palace examination, turned around to take part in a government examination or even a county examination, of course it was a trivial matter. up.

After Cao Yong knew about the relationship between the young hermit official and Cui Cheng, he agreed to the sweet thing without hesitation.

Cao Yong asked suddenly: "There are guests coming again, two groups of people in one boat, all of them are old friends from my Shuifu side, Master Chen Shan, do you mind meeting together?"

Chen Ping smiled and said, "It's up to you."

In fact, Chen Pingan noticed the whereabouts of the group earlier than Cao Yong.

In a small boat on the river, there are three Qi practitioners from Biezhou and two local water gods from Aquarius Continent.

Seeing Chen Pingan being so courteous and considerate at Yishuijiao's side, Qingtong murmured a little in his heart, on his side, Mr. Yinguan didn't mean to do whatever he wanted.

Naturally, Cao Yong didn't know the inside story, and he still introduced the identities of the passengers on the ship to the young hermit first.

The two water gods are both lake lords who are qualified to open their mansions. The first is the Qingcao Lake near the Qiantang River, which is located near Longyou County and Wushang County. The female water lord is named Zhuxiang.

Another Lake King, named Wang Xiangjin, is located in Biluo Lake in Dangtu County.

The other three are not local monks from Aquarius Continent. Among them is Chen Zhenrong from the Confucian Chen Clan in Southern Pasuo Continent, who is good at drawing dragons.

In addition, there are two female monks named Qin Buyi from the Divine Continent of Central Earth, and a man who claims to be Luoyang Muke, who is a Baozhai.

Those three monks from other places had actually been here as guests before, but it was just Chen Zhenrong's impromptu idea, saying that they were going to visit Longyou County.In ancient times, it belonged to the land of Gumi, and it was set up as Taimo County. Later, it was renamed several times, and finally it was named Longyou.

The heavy rain was torrential, the sky was gloomy, and the floating passengers sat in danger, returning to the boat and traveling alone.

In the river, there is a small boat with a black awning that rises and falls with the waves, and the white rain jumps into the boat randomly, and it looks like it may capsize at any time.

There were five people on the boat who were drinking, chatting and laughing freely, they are naturally people who have attained the Tao, people among gods.

The matter of chatting is also related to practice, but each has his own opinion, which means that there are a total of twelve realms under the ascension, which realm is the most critical.

Some people said that it was Liu Qi's creation of the Retaining Realm among the Lower Five Realms, and someone would widen the path, allowing monks to reach the sky in one step.

Some people also say that it is the first layer of the middle five realms, the cave realm. The reason is that my generation practice, it is hard to say, there are more than a hundred thousand roads under our feet, heresy, crooked, and many divergent paths. The root of it is just to open the door, There are two things to close the door. After closing the door, the body and the Taoist mind live in seclusion in the mountains. Once the door is opened, the world of mortals is rolling, and it is even more practice, which is similar to the Mahayana and Hinayana of Buddhism.

There are also people who say that the most important thing is to observe the sea. People who practice begin to climb mountains. This realm is like a building to observe the sea. The realm is not high, but it is the most powerful level. They only said half of the sentence passed down by Anonymous: " Jiuzhou is in the middle, like a snake in a mirror", what a broad field of vision, and many realms after that, even the two realms of Yupu and Immortal in the upper five realms, the higher the position, the higher it is, in fact, it still cannot be compared with it .

Seeing that Chen Pingan didn't reject this matter, Cao Yong took him and fellow Taoist fellow Qing to leave the cave, and came to the shore to meet the boat that was about to dock.

With strong winds and heavy rains, and the day as night, the three of them didn't need to use any tricks.

The five people on the boat, after seeing the three people on the shore, were surrounded by fragrance in a short while, a woman with a graceful figure, natural water protection, no need for any rain gear, floated to the shore, looking at the man wearing a bamboo hat and a coir raincoat , she looked a bit shy, she stretched out her fingers to stroke her temples, her eyes were shining brightly, and she said softly: "The water mansion is deep, living in a corner, the little god is ambiguous, and the wind and rain are terrible."

Qing Tong couldn't help but tsk in his heart.

Chen Pingan lowered his head slightly, cupped his fists and said with a smile, "I've seen Mr. Zhuxiangshui of Qingcao Lake."

King Xiangjin of Biluohu Lake is tall and slender, but only covered with a mask. When he came ashore, he saw the guest in green shirt, like a scholar seeing a scholar, bowed his head and said: "Mr. Chen laughed."

Before his death, Wang Xiangjin was a frail scholar, without any fame, nor was he a heroic spirit on the battlefield. He belonged to the most typical kind of fantasy novels. Before Long Jun died, he was inferior to Wang Xiangjin. Because of his gentle appearance, Long Jun worried that Wang Xiangjin would not be able to subdue the water monster, so he gave a ghost face. After wearing it, he was red-faced and fangs, ferocious like a yaksha. Wearing it during the day and removing it at night can not only assist in practice, but also deter the heroes.After succeeding to the position of the Lord of Water, the standing statue of his god has the appearance of covering the face of a ghost, and the other accompanying gods in the temple are also the same.

Chen Ping returned the salute with a bow, and said with a smile, "I've heard the name of Lord Biluohu for a long time."

The middle-earth female cultivator with a wooden spear on her back and a poplar blade on her waist, and Bao Bao Zhai, who looked dull, just nodded to the young hermit official, and Chen Pingan followed suit.

The old man surnamed Chen with the bad nose smiled heartily and said, "Master Chen Shan, are we considered distant relatives?"

Chen Ping said with a smile: "It can be counted, but it is relatively reluctant."

The old man joked, "No wonder Blacksmith Ruan doesn't like to talk about you the most."

Chen Ping'an smiled as usual and didn't talk to him.

The old man suddenly asked: "A few of us were talking about the twelve realms on the boat, which one is the most important, what is Chen Shanzhu's opinion?"

Chen Pingan said seriously: "It's all important."

The old man froze for a moment, then gave a thumbs up, "Good idea!"

Afterwards, Cao Yong asked them to go to the mansion first, and he himself had to send a journey of mountains and rivers for the young hermit official.

Before Chen Ping left Qililong, he asked this Uncle Linli whether it was feasible.

Lao Jiao held the jade belt around his waist with both hands, and said with a calm expression: "It is a matter of course for a man of Tao to prove the Tao."

After obtaining Lao Jiao's consent, Chen Ping'an waved his sleeves, and the wind and rain suddenly stopped for a moment, and the golden light turned into a long golden river and poured into his sleeves.

In history, there have been more than 1000 literati and poets, leaving more than 2000 poems.

And those poems recorded in the local government annals and county annals have hundreds of thousands of words. If they are ordered, they seem to be "stripped" from the books.

When Cao Yong saw this vision, even though Chen Pingan and fellow Taoist Qing had left, they still stood where they were. So good.

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In the corridor, Lu Yan asked, "Have you met Zou Zi before the most holy master?"

"I've seen it before, and we chatted for a while, and finally Zou Zi said something hard to me, 'Eat at the same table, and each serves a bowl.'"

The Supreme Master nodded, "Because I said something soft to Zou Zi first, 'You are a fortune-telling onmyoji, so don't bully our Confucian disciples.'"

Taoist Chunyang noticed that the most holy master beside him seemed to be in a good mood, with a smile on his face, and he managed to hold back his laughter.

Taoist Chunyang asked: "The most holy master, what did you see... the future scene?"

"Looking at the past, I saw that all the cultivators, all the ordinary masters, each of us, standing on this earth, is like one after another... mountain peaks, without exception, we all stand upright, Everyone has their own heights. No matter what we encounter, even if we bow our heads and bend our waists, we still have our feet on the ground and our backs on the blue sky.”

The most holy teacher smiled and said: "As for the future, it will not work if you don't tell the truth."

There are countless subtle trajectories and routes, creating countless blurred picture scrolls, but in the end they overlap and gather into one in a certain place.

The clouds and mists dispersed between the sky and the earth, and it was vaguely visible that there was someone leading the way, followed by several figures, gradually ascending.

But before that, the most holy teacher saw something unusual.

The most holy teacher couldn't help but slapped the railing and laughed.

The picture flashed away. It was the patriarchs of the three sects going to the former site of Lizhu Dongtian together. At that time, in the small town, among the three, only the Taoist ancestor saw Chen Pingan.

Daozu and Chen Pingan walked side by side and walked towards the mud bottle alley together.

In the end, Daozu stopped outside the alley.