Sword comes

Chapter 1000 Lineup

Yanzhou Prefecture, Suian County.

The moon is like a hook, and the geese return to the south.

Wearing a green shirt and long coat, he walked on a moonlit night tour, walking on a stone arch bridge, followed by a young man with steady steps, it was Chen Pingan and his disciple Zhao Shuxia.

Zhao Shuxia stomped his feet lightly. The stone bridge was fine except for its firmness. He asked, "Master, is there any explanation for the name of this bridge?"

It turned out that the arch bridge across the river under their feet was called Wannian Bridge.

The gurgling Wuxi River comes out of the mountain, and the village is named Lingjiao, and the natives call it the source, which is very worthy of the name.

Chen Ping licked his melon seeds, shook his head and smiled, "I checked, but unfortunately there is no clear record in the local annals of the prefecture and county. It can be checked. According to the text on the tombstone of the village grave, the county family from an ancient country at the northernmost tip of Aquarius Island moved here about 800 years ago. This Wuxi River is one of the sources of the Ximei River , In fact, the Longxu River in my hometown was called Wuxi in ancient times, and the matter of fate is beyond words."

Suian County is located at the junction of Yanzhou and Yunzhou, and the Ximei River is the largest river in Yunzhou originating from Yanzhou Prefecture, but there has never been a river god named by the imperial court before. No.

Zhao Shuxia gathered his voice into a thread, and whispered: "Master, I heard that the Dali court found the entrance to the ruins of the ancient Shu Dragon Palace in a certain section of Wuxi a few years ago?"

Chen Pingan nodded, walked down the arch bridge, and walked downstream along the stone road beside the stream. Looking back, there was nothing under the bridge. Qi practitioners set foot in it, so no one has touched the treasure inside. According to the preliminary calculation of the Ministry of Households, it is equivalent to the tax revenue of several rich states in Dali, which is quite considerable. The key is an old Dragon Palace. If Dali The imperial court is operating properly. In addition to the orderly mining of many natural and earth treasures, fairy flowers and herbs, and some rare minerals, there is a large amount of continuous income of fairy money. In addition, only the water magic monks and the water spirits open up dojos and caves inside. , the rent paid to the household department every year should not be underestimated, it can be described as a cornucopia."

Now Ximeihe has ushered in the first Jianghe Zhengshen in history, the Minister of Rites of Dali and the Minister of Rites of Huang Tingguo, who jointly abbot Feng Zhengli.

Gao Niang, the first water god of Ximei River, was once the water god of Tiequan River. A brand new shrine was erected and completed in less than a month. The plaque was written by an old master Huang Tingguo, and more than a dozen couplets They are also from the masters and scholars who are well-known in the literary world of Huang Tingguo.

Along this Wuxi River, there are three villages built along the water, separated by only two or three miles. Each village has its own surname, and occasionally a married man is not allowed to be included in the village tree.

The largest village is located in the most downstream, with [-] households, it is called Wuxi Village, and it is one of the largest villages in Suian County. There has been a Juren in history, but they are all from the previous dynasty. Today, Dali Dynasty, not to mention the kind of Jinshi lord who went down to the earth with Wenqu stars, who passed the examination, can be called Guangzong Yaozu, and the county magistrate will come to the door to congratulate him in person.

It turned out that the village located at the top of Wuxi opened a new private school this year. Mengxue opened the school. On the opening day, a firecracker was set off, and the sound was so loud that the two villages below could hear it. This is obviously going to be a ring, Mr. Teacher , is an outsider, surnamed Chen Mingji, who jumped out of nowhere.

Chen Ji, bah, hearing this name, he is just a country bumpkin, definitely not the kind of scholar from a scholarly family.

Zhao Shuxia asked with a smile: "Sir, you are good at looking at Qi and Kanyu. Can you talk about the Fengshui of these three villages?"

Chen Pingan finished eating melon seeds, clapped his hands, couldn't help laughing and said: "It's not for making a living, setting up a stall to cheat money, even a little knowledge of superficiality, just reading a few miscellaneous books, how dare you casually Say."

But when they passed the village in the middle, Chen Pingan pointed to one of the valleys and said: "Anyway, there are no outsiders, so I will follow the scriptures and talk to you. According to the situation school, have you seen it? There are three small hills on the valley The mountain bag is shaped like three umbrellas. If there is no such depression, it will be like an umbrella without a handle and cannot support it. Otherwise, this small village will be able to produce high-ranking officials. Among the three villages, this place has the most literary spirit. It is easier to produce reading seeds."

Chen Pingan pointed to an alley in the village again, "A village has a different situation, and the literary spirit is on the left. It's a pity that all the Mongolian children in the village now go to the village school in Wuxi Village to study, and they can't gather energy. The seeds of reading If you want to become a talent, it is estimated that you will either open a school in the village in the future, or simply go to Yanzhou Prefecture to study."

Schools in large and small villages in Yanzhou Prefecture are generally like Wuxi Village. The clan village temples donate money, and then open up a few acres of school fields, hire teachers to open schools and set up schools, so that children from poor families can also learn to read and write. Most of the children are older and have a little strength. Most of them will drop out of school and go to the fields to work in the fields with their elders.But if there are really good seedlings who study, according to the new regulations promulgated by Dali a few years ago, the county education will select the best candidates and teach them in person, and the county government will subsidize the village and the family every year. Only by being an official can you make money, but you can make money by studying.

Walking to the village entrance of Wuxi Village, Chen Ping'an turned back the same way. Wuxi Village hired an old boy from the county seat to be the teacher of the family school. Said that there is a table of wine in the county seat, and there is no age limit for Mongolian children entering school, the youngest is five or six years old, and the oldest is fifteen or sixteen years old. The three villages combined, there must be seven NO.80 Students, there are too many students, and one teacher alone can't manage them, so there are two private tutors from Wuxi Village. Fallen scholars are not even considered, but for a rural school located in a remote country, it is not easy to receive this kind of treatment.

The night breeze was cool, and Chen Pingan was walking on the yellow mud road by the river, chanting words and talking to himself.

On the right hand side is the clear and shallow Wuxi River, the moonlight flows on the water surface, there are bamboo forests on the mountain, mixed with cypress, locust tree and tea fields, and the rapeseed flowers in the fields along the way on the left hand side are in golden bloom.

Zhao Shuxia listened to the subtle voice of the master, but in fact, he still didn't quite understand why the master was so concerned about the opening of the school.

The new small village school that Master opened at the source now has a total of less than ten Mongolian children. Besides, with Master's personality and work habits, he will definitely not give up halfway. Zhao Shuxia didn't think there was anything wrong with the precious time of cultivating Taoism to an unknown new school, but he just didn't understand it.

Most of the elementary school books for beginners are the "Three Hundred Thousands", which are widely used in the vastness of Jiuzhou. Meng Tong shook his head and shook his head with his masters in the school. The children roughly explain the meaning of the text, and then talk about the "Five Classics" and some classic ancient prose selected by official schools in various countries. There is a sequence for Meng Tong to practice prose and write poems all the way. However, for rural schools, the key and foundation is still calligraphy. .Chen Pingan wrote more than 1000 regular characters in his own hand, and wrote more than 1000 copies of Shuowen Jiezi content similar to exegetical annotations to match those square characters. In addition, Chen Pingan also cut, deleted, and copied several copies. From "Counter Rhyme" by Li Shilang.

In the night boat that Chen Pingan boarded, there was an entrance city, and the owner of the city was the "Li Shilang" who was hailed as an all-rounder by the mountains and the mountains.

Chen Ping'an had long admired and admired Li Shilang, who was named Immortal Couple and named Sui'an, but it was the first time that the two parties actually met on a night boat, and because of the main suspicion of vulgarity, they didn't get along very well.

"Doors are to households, roads are to streets. The day is always longer, and the homeland is to another country. The Qingshu Palace on the ground, and the Guanghan Palace in the sky. Master the five sacred talismans, the seven-star pattern of the sword hanging from the waist...Huaihuai is to the willow, juniper is to the regular script, cooking Early leeks, cut spring celery. The yellow dog faces the green luan, the water park faces the cliff. The white jade chopsticks hang down from the mountain, and the fairy family's nine-turn purple golden pill..."

When Chen Pingan first traveled alone, he often recited this. Later, when he left Ouhua Blessed Land, there was a little black charcoal by his side. Chen Pingan was afraid that she would feel that copying books every day would be boring, and she would slack off because it was too boring, and then she would feel disgusted with reading. , I became rebellious, so whenever I was driving at night in Tongyezhou, I taught Pei Qian some "jingles" to strengthen his courage. Because they rhymed, they were very smooth to memorize. Pei Qian probably felt that he was just talking and couldn't spend With a little bit of effort, she has a good memory, and soon she can memorize memorization by heart. When walking together at night, Xiao Heitan swaggered and her voice was clear and clear, like Huang Ying chirping. At that time, Pei Qian might have memorized things perfunctorily, but Chen Pingan on the side really listened pleasantly and was in a peaceful mood.

"Under the tree, wouldn't it be more appropriate to delete the content after 'Mastering the Spirit Talisman' and 'Shuangchui at the bottom of the mountain'? After all, it's elementary content, and it seems that it is not appropriate to get in touch with these strange fairy words too early."

Zhao Shuxia said: "Master, I don't think it's a big problem. Anyway, I've heard of mountain ghosts since I was a child.

Rumors about water monkeys and fox spirits may be the same as this magic talisman and purple golden pill. "

Chen Pingan nodded, "Then I'll think about it."

Zhao Shuxia has been practicing the six-step walking pile along the way, and cooperates with the standing sword furnace. Every day when he sleeps, he will sleep on the pile for thousands of years, and the lying position is particular.

Before practicing boxing on the second floor of the bamboo building, in fact, Zhao Shuxia realized a huge problem without the need for his master to open his mouth. The mountain shaking boxing is okay, but the iron cavalry smashes the formation, the cloud steams the big lake, the gods beat the drums... these Senior Cui's unique skill is like the boxing moves that his master and senior sister are very familiar with. Zhao Shuxia learned it very slowly, so slow that Zhao Shuxia himself was a little embarrassed.

Chen Pingan said suddenly: "When I traveled to Beiju Luzhou back then, I was fortunate to meet the compiler of the Shaking Mountain boxing manual, a martial artist at the end of the Dazhuan Dynasty, and senior Gu Yougu. At that time, he did not declare his identity. We met on a narrow road, and Senior Gu wanted to ask me about boxing without any warning. I found out afterwards that the original intention of this senior was to measure how much of the essence of boxing I had learned. As for the process and result of asking about boxing, there is nothing to worry about As I said, I barely caught it, and I didn't disappoint the senior too much. After that, I walked with Senior Gu for a while, and the senior started to look at me with new admiration just because of one thing."

Zhao Shuxia asked curiously: "Is the master practicing boxing diligently?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "No, the word "diligence" is rather confusing. Practicing live boxing will make you feel better, but practicing dead boxing will waste your muscles and bones, but both can be regarded as hardworking. Especially in foreign boxing, it often invites the gods to fail and recruits ghosts. Mrs. Wu has fallen into the root of the disease in middle age. Senior Gu was chatting with me about boxing scores, talking about the world's stakes, and I will give my own opinions, right? You can combine the six-step walking pile, the sword furnace standing pile, and the heaven and earth pile into one, even though Senior Gu deliberately kept a calm expression, he still couldn't hide the amazement in his eyes."

Zhao Shuxia asked suspiciously: "Master, what do you say? Can I learn?"

Chen Pingan frowned, nodded and said, "Of course you can learn it. As a teacher, you have explained it so clearly, but you still haven't figured out the joints? Under the tree, your qualifications are not good enough, and your comprehension is not enough."

Seeing that the other party was still not enlightened, Chen Ping stretched out one palm and flipped it gently.

Zhao Shuxia thought about it carefully, hesitated for a while, and nodded heavily, so it is!

I saw Zhao Shuxia punching and punching, turning his head and feet upside down, supporting the ground with one hand, pinching the sword stove with one hand, and then cooperating with the boxing formula of Tiandizhuan, the true energy circulates through the veins of the bones, "bouncing and jumping" six steps to walk the pile .

Chen Pingan suppressed a smile, "The smell of the standing sword furnace is not right if you change it to one hand. You might as well try to walk with your head on the ground and your head instead of your left hand. It is a bit difficult for beginners, but after a long time, you will know that it has infinite uses." .”

Zhao Shuxia really tried to follow what Master said.

Passing by the village in the middle, there happened to be someone walking at night on the road, Chen Pingan hurriedly kicked Zhao Shuxia lightly, and said with a low laugh, "Don't drag Master into being treated as a fool."

Zhao Shuxia stood up, patted his head and the dust all over his body, with a helpless expression on his face.

Chen Ping took out a handful of melon seeds from his sleeve, gave half of them to Zhao Shuxia, ate the melon seeds, and said with a smile: "At the earliest on the second floor of the bamboo building, Senior Cui mentioned the Shaking Mountain boxing manual, and his words were full of disdain.

What smells like earth, the moves in the boxing manual are really rare, and you are not afraid of flashing your tongue when you speak.Later, when I met Senior Gu, I said that Senior Cui was not good enough in teaching boxing, so I replaced him to teach me to make sure that I will break through with the strongest every time. "

Zhao Shuxia listened to these incomparably precious "story of the rivers and lakes", although the master said it lightly, even with a bit of humor, but Zhao Shuxia was fascinated by it.

Zhao Shuxia thought of the beginning of the preface of the boxing manual for no reason, so he asked curiously: "Has Master met the ancestors of the Three Religions?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "The most holy master and Daozu have both met and chatted."

Zhao Shuxia didn't ask any more questions.

Chen Ping smiled and said: "There is nothing taboo. The most holy teacher is a burly scholar. My first impression at the time was, 'It looks like he has been in the rivers and lakes'." , it’s different, it actually looks like a young Taoist boy.”

Zhao Shuxia asked with a smile: "Master, have you seen many martial arts fighters?"

Chen Pingan thought for a while, "If you leave out those distant encounters and nodding acquaintances, it's actually not too many, no more than a pair of hands."

Chen Pingan lifted his chin towards the bamboo forest on the other side of the stream, and reminded: "Under the tree, go and see if there is a yellow mud arch in this wild bamboo forest. I will show you my cooking skills later. The dishes you fried are really bad. To be honest, it’s edible.”

Seeing no one around, Zhao Shuxia tiptoed, skimmed across the stream, went to the bamboo forest to look for spring bamboo shoots, and soon returned with a bagful of yellow mud arches.

Chen Pingan was not idle either, and went to the field to pick a large handful of wild amaranth and a handful of wild onions, which were fried in chili sauce and served as a dish.

Walking back to the source village together, Chen Pingan said with a smile: "It's strange to say that the stinky mandarin fish is delicious, but the stewed bamboo shoots in oil is still uneatable."

Zhao Shuxia said: "Master, braised bamboo shoots in oil are delicious, but I'm not used to scrambled eggs with toon."

After the burning of the mountain, the bracken will grow vigorously in the coming year, but it is not yet the time. You have to go up the mountain to pick it around Qingming, go to the grave to worship the ancestors, or go to the tea garden, and you will not miss it when you go home.

Back at the village school, Zhao Shuxia smiled and said, "Master, Mr. Feng and Mr. Han from Wuxi Village will probably come to trouble you in the near future."

Chen Ping shook his sleeves and said with a smile: "Let them just let the horses come over, fight poems, and match each other. There is really no stage fright for teachers."

This simple village school only has a yellow mud house used as a school, plus two thatched huts, one is used by the teacher to rest, and the other is used as a stove and stacked sundries.

Zhao Shuxia is laying the floor next to the kitchen. Chen Ping'an originally intended that both the master and the apprentice lived in the same room, but Zhao Shuxia refused, saying that he had a relationship with the kitchen since he was a child.

The yellow mud hut has been there for a long time, and it has been rented out because no one has lived in it for a long time. The two small thatched huts are newly built.

The school can be run. When I saw the teacher named Chen Ji, he was over 30 years old. Ink’s master, secondly, this person is more talkative. Before the opening of the museum, he walked from door to door in two villages, and he knew some rules, so he didn’t go to Wuxi Village to "poach the wall". Finally, the most fundamental reason is, Just charge less!Compared with the school in Wuxi Village, there are nearly half of them.

And this gentleman also promised the village that if it is busy farming season, the children can take a vacation, and he can even go to the fields to help.

In order to grab business, this guy really doesn't want the slightest bit of shame, a gentle and sweeping bastard!

The two masters mentioned by Zhao Shuxia, one is an old boy hired by Wuxi Village School with a lot of money, his name is Feng Yuanting, and the other is a well-known teacher in Suian County, Han Wei, named Yuncheng, himself Although he has no fame, he has taught several scholars, and he can be regarded as a highly respected village sage. This old Mr. Han is now teaching at the richest family in Wuxi Village. I can't hold my head up, just get together occasionally to drink a little wine, and when the new school opens in Lingjiao, Feng Yuanting often invites Han Yu to drink. He has read a few "war books" and acted rashly, breaking the taboo of military strategists , I feel that we must test the reality first before we can make any moves. In fact, the so-called military books are just romance novels about the history of the rise and fortune of famous generals in previous dynasties.Han Wei advised him that there is no need to haggle over with a teacher in a small village school. Since they are colleagues, it is better to be kind to each other. In matters of face, a scholar doesn't even want face. What kind of a scholar is he? Every time a child escapes from his village school, Feng Yuanting will be slapped in the face.

If it weren't for the current regulations of Dali, if a private school is opened in a local area, it needs to file a record with the county government, and the county magistrate must personally inspect the knowledge of the teacher. For one thing, the guy surnamed Chen insisted on walking around.

Chen Pingan said: "Under the tree, when you break through, I will teach you a formula of luck, but it may not be suitable for you. Be prepared in advance that you will not learn it."

It was the eighteenth stop of the sword energy.

Zhao Shuxia nodded, bid farewell to his master, went to the kitchen to lay the floor, practiced sleeping for thousands of years, controlled his breathing, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Coming here, Zhao Shuxia gradually discovered a strange thing. He called the master several times, but the master didn’t respond. Finally, he had to walk over. Chen Pingan said with a smile, sorry, I didn’t hear it just now .After that, Zhao Shuxia always walked up to Master before talking about things.

Chen Pingan this time

He only brought Zhao Shuxia with him, and told Chen Lingjun not to wander here.

Chen Lingjun talked all the time, and was obsessed with it, so he begged with his master for a precious opportunity to visit the school once a month.

This is also due to the old cook's words of support. Anyway, the respect of our ancestor Jingqing as a boy in Tsing Yi is not just pretending to be a child. It should be read a few more sage books.At that time, Zhu Lian asked Chen Lingjun with a smile if he needed a pair of open crotch pants. Chen Lingjun was too lazy to learn as much as the old cook. If his master didn't nod his head in agreement, Chen Lingjun actually wanted to go to the school for a few days.

Chen Pingan returned to his residence, lit an oil lamp on the table, rubbed the ink himself, and began to write a landscape story about the giant water monster in Dumb Lake.

Compared with the inscription on the fan at the Great Wall of Sword Qi back then, it was much more attentive.

There are three villages, surrounded by mountains, with only one stream flowing out along with a small road.

It is eighty miles away from Suian County, and many local villagers may have only been to the county once in their lives.

There are rhododendrons blooming all over the mountains and fields, which is really a veritable azalea.

The spring doves chirp, the peach blossoms are light red and the apricot flowers are white, the elm leaves are clustered with green coins, and the willows sprout by the river, the color is golden.

Today, after school in the village school, a guest came, walking along the yellow mud road, passing through Wuxi Village, all the way to the source.

Dressed up as an old pedant, it was Gao Nian, the new river god of Ximeihe, who came to the mountain tremblingly. He had no choice but to crush someone to death at the first rank of the official, let alone facing a Chen Shanzhu who had two sects.

As the smoke rose, Gao Nian saw a country woman carrying a child on her back, making pancakes while the child was shitting. The woman stretched out her hand to wrap a cotton cloth around her back and continued pancakes.

Seeing the chicken dung on the table of the Eight Immortals in some common people's homes, the children released paper kites after school, squatted on the edge of the field to fight weeds, with yellow hair hanging down, happy and happy.

After Gao Niang walked out of Wuxi Village, he turned his head and looked at the small pool at the head of the village. It belonged to the courtyard water. The water surface of the stream is so wide, but the water after that is narrow, so it is a waterway that can retain wealth. The village that moved here in the early years, Still very feng shui.

In the ancient teachings, the family has a school and the party has a history, and the art is orderly and the state has a school.

Gao Niang patted his chest lightly with one hand, and immediately felt a little relieved, because he wanted to see the young hermit official who was the closed disciple of Wen Sheng, so the river god master had several priceless rare copies in his arms, and he couldn't come to visit as a guest. Empty hands.

Gao Niang stroked his beard and smiled, every ancient book that has been preserved to this day, if it is protected by ghosts and gods, my generation does not seek to understand it, just like eating without getting fat, it is better not to read.

Because there is an ancient land dragon palace ruins in the boundary of Ximei River, which is about to open, so there are a group of Dali monks secretly stationed in Suian County, but they all use the identity of similar merchants, and they do not disturb the officials at all levels of Yanzhou Prefecture. .However, the Lord Fujun, of course, knew about this matter, but he had obtained the imperial court's secret order in advance, so he must not say anything about it.Gao Niang, as the new god of mountains and rivers, is not qualified to enter the Dragon Palace. After Gao Niang went to "Dianmao" twice, he simply stopped going, so as not to put a hot face on a cold ass, and make himself miserable.

Seeing Gao Niang, Chen Pingan took out two bamboo chairs and handed one to Gao Niang. One host and one guest sat under the eaves of the thatched roof.

Gao Niang was sitting upright, with his waist straight. When he had just put the bamboo chair down, he used his "Qiao Jin", leaned slightly towards the hidden official, and said cautiously, "Master Chen Shan, did you come here for that Dragon Palace?"

Gao Niang guessed that in order to prevent mistakes, the Dali court invited Lord Yinguan to sit here in person.

Chen Ping shook his head with a smile, "The imperial court's excavation of the Dragon Palace has nothing to do with me, and Dali didn't know that I came here to open a museum."

Gao Niang nodded lightly, understanding that he must not have any words or deeds that add to the superfluity, this body practiced in the Gongmen for dozens of years before his death, and later worked in the Ziyang Mansion, so his skills are all there.

Gao Niang took out those books from his bosom, handed them to Chen Pingan with both hands, and said softly: "Master Chen Shan, a small gift is not a respect."

"It's really rich if you have books, and you're light without an official. This is the only thing that Brother Gao is not as good as me."

Chen Pingan was not polite, took the book, thanked Gao Niang, patted the book, put it in his sleeve with a smile, and said: "Brother Gao is not an outsider, in the future, I will sneak in and come here more often. "

This was a bit caught off guard. Gao Niang was both flattered and embarrassed. After all, it was not easy to find a single copy of the same quality as those few books. Well, this kind of personal friendship, being able to chat face to face with a young hermit official alone, is something that can't be met, and how can it be compared to the kind of night banquet where two or three hundred guests gather together?Let alone a few copies, even thirty copies, Gao Niang is willing to ask someone to borrow money and buy on credit.

Gao Niang looked around and said with emotion: "Chen Shanzhu chooses to cultivate here, it's really unexpected. Ordinary hermits, the so-called middle-aged people are good at Taoism, they are nothing more than being friends with Songfeng and Shanyue. Chen Shanzhu It’s different, do it in the opposite way, a god-man is indeed a god-man, and it’s like a god.”

Chen Ping'an has long been accustomed to this bit of flattery, and said with a smile: "It's not strictly a practice, it's just teaching in a library. By the way, now I'm under the pseudonym Chen Ji, and Brother Gao can just call me by my first name, otherwise The more times you do it, the more time passes, and it’s easy to show your feet.”

Gao Niang thought for a while, slapped his knee heavily, and said in a deep voice, "Okay, this alias is good, Su Zi has a saying, life is like a journey against the road, and I am also a pedestrian. Chen Shanzhu only took the word 'trace' , next to the word "Zou", there is a word "Yi", Chen Shanzhu is a foreigner, and it just fits the sentence "I am also a pedestrian, wonderful!"

Zhao Shuxia, who was busy in the kitchen, was stunned for a moment when he heard it, and almost mistakenly thought that Gao Heshen was possessed by the old Taoist master Jia of the Caotou shop.

Chen Pingan called Zhao Shuxia, and asked this disciple to bring some dried sweet potatoes to treat the guests, and then helped introduce Zhao Shuxia's identity, and personally passed on the disciple.

Gao Niang stood up, took the dried sweet potato from Zhao Shuxia, and said a few polite words like a famous teacher producing a high-level apprentice, Zhao Shuxia felt that the God of the River seemed to be inferior to the Old Immortal Jia.

Chen Pingan asked casually: "Who is the head of Dali cultivator who is guarding the gate of the Dragon Palace now?"

Gao Niang replied: "On the surface, the person in charge seems to be a female nun named Yu Huiting from the Fengxue Temple. She has the status of a Dali monk. As for how the imperial court arranges it secretly, I don't know for the time being. .”

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "According to the family genealogy and seniority, Wei and Jin are her uncles with different lineages and legal systems."

I heard from Mi Dajianxian that when he practiced Dao protection for the female cultivators in Changchun Palace, he met a rather decent woman on the way, with a slender waist and a frontier-style sword of the Dali Iron Cavalry. Wearing a narrow-sleeved brocade jacket and black gauze trousers, the strangest pair of embroidered shoes on the feet, with two "longan" orbs hanging from the toe... Actually, Mi Yu said in more detail, and the official Yin just listened to it .

Gao Niang suddenly said: "So that's how it is."

Worthy of being a well-known Yinguan lord, he mentioned that Wei Dajianxian from Fengxue Temple Immortal Terrace, the nominal leader of Yizhou Sword Dao, could be so casual.

When Gao Niang was full of emotions, Chen Pingan stood up instantly, with a dignified expression, "Gao Niang, I don't welcome guests, I have something to do, and you should use your supernatural powers to return to the water mansion immediately, go quickly!"

Gao Niang was puzzled, but he didn't dare to hesitate. He quickly used the water magic power, followed the Wuxi River back to the water mansion of Ximei River, and ran into the golden statue in one go.

Chen Pingan took a deep breath, finally came, and scolded the dog's thoroughness.

In an instant, Chen Ping'an seemed to be forcibly dragged into a realm of emptiness outside the sky.

The first thing I saw was Li Sheng's majestic statue as big as a star.

Then Zheng Juzhong in Baidi City, Fuyu Yuxuan, Chunyang Luyan, and even Li Xisheng, Xiaomo, and Xie Gou, or Baijing!

There was also a young monk that Chen Pingan didn't know, but he stood behind Li Sheng and in front of everyone.

Sure enough, the wild world is going to try to break through the Haoran world!

It's like two flying boats colliding head-on!

In this way, it is necessary to completely cut off the way for Li Sheng to enter the fifteenth realm.

Xiao Mo had already appeared in his real body, dressed in ethereal white clothes, and said in his heartfelt voice: "Young Master, according to City Lord Zheng's deduction, the first choice of entry to the wild world was Fuyaozhou, followed by our Daliyuzhou. Now it seems to be replaced by I entered Yu Jin's lair under the sea."

Bai Jing smiled and said, "Thanks to my prudence, I didn't open that box casually."

Zheng Juzhong said: "Thank you, Master Chen, to restrain all your mind, and sacrifice two flying swords."

Chen Pingan nodded.

Li Xisheng smiled and said, "I'm here to assist Master Chen Shan."