I have a role in the heavens

Zhou Jue, Qi Jingchun, and Cui Luo have different views on Chen Ping'an's killing of Xiao Niu, which also reflects the different temperaments and fundamental ways of the three people. Zhou Jue is a sword cultivator, who kills decisively. He does not necessarily have to do the right thing. He only looks at the sword in his hand, seeks to be happy with his revenge, and has a clear mind.

Qi Jingchun's path is the unity of the three religions. He is a gentleman who follows his heart without breaking the rules. He acts reasonably, follows the rules, and restrains his words and deeds to make them conform to the saints.

Although Cui Luo and Qi Jingchun were from the same school, they parted ways halfway and realized the theory of practical achievements. He acted pragmatically, was good at calculating, liked to take every step carefully, and inevitably used some unscrupulous means to accomplish the king's affairs and win a reputation before and after his death. It's a pity that he has white hair.

Late at night, Chen Pingan, with a small and exquisite sword-raising gourd hanging around his waist, changed into the robe Jin Li, and put on a thick green cotton robe on the outside. He still carried Zhou Jue's sword Wei Yin on his back, and walked straight to the ferry, untied the rope of the boat, and went to Gongliu Island to visit Liu Laocheng.

The waterway was long, and Chen Ping was not in a hurry to row the boat. The ferry was like an arrow shot out, breaking through the water. Shujian Lake was too vast, and even if the ferry was like a swift bird, at dawn, there was still no shadow of Gongliu Island.

It was snowing heavily and birds were flying. Chen Pingan rested for a while, then stopped the boat in the lake somewhere in his heart, holding a pair of chopsticks, placing a white bowl, tapping gently, ding ding dong dong, and listening attentively. He looked like a beggar begging for food on the street, but also like a hermit who retired to the mountains and forests and lived alone in the clouds and wild cranes.

Chen Pingan enjoyed himself. After an incense stick of time, he put all the bowls and chopsticks in his hand. He rubbed his cheeks, took a deep breath, and the whistling north wind filled his stomach, and the cool breeze filled his stomach.

Zhongtu Shenzhou, the top of the most majestic mountain.

A poor old scholar was pinching his fingers to deduce, twisting his beard with one hand, and mumbling, complaining.

"This is not very kind."

Next to the poor old scholar stood a little girl in black, carrying a cotton bag. She took out melon seeds from the cotton bag with her little hand, and ate them quickly, spitting the melon seed shells all over the floor.

Hearing this, the little girl in black stopped what she was saying, looked up at the old scholar, blinked her big eyes, and asked curiously with innocence.

"Old scholar, what's wrong?"

"The big nose of Donghai Guandao Temple gave Chen Pingan a tung leaf umbrella for nothing, and let him watch the lotus flower blessed land for three hundred years for nothing. He has evil intentions and sinister intentions!"

The old scholar's face was a little angry. The actions of the Bixiao Cave Master seemed to help Chen Pingan a lot, but it was not necessarily a good thing for Chen Pingan. It was like pulling up seedlings to help them grow, which would ruin the mood of the young disciple.

"I thought it was something, it doesn't matter, I'll take care of it!"

The black-clothed girl patted her chest shamelessly, with the posture of an old man in the world. She knew the Bixiao Cave Master, who had a good personality. She helped the old scholar to build a bridge, and it was easy to solve it.

After that, a flying sword flew out of the sword-raising gourd on the waist of the black-clothed girl. She took out a paper and pen from somewhere, dipped the brush in ink, and waved her hand to write a few words crookedly on a piece of white paper.

The general meaning is that Chen Ping'an is the disciple of the old scholar and also Miss Ning's Taoist partner. He hopes that Bixiao Cave Master will take good care of him and not embarrass this son-in-law of Jianqi Great Wall. If he has something to do in the future, he can come to Jianqi Great Wall to play with her. She will definitely treat Bixiao Cave Master well, at least there will be enough Yunxi dried fish and melon seeds!

The old scholar smiled as the black-clothed girl tied the secret letter to the flying sword. A sword light passed through the void, escaped into the direction of the East China Sea, and rushed into the blessed land of lotus flowers.

"Hehehe, Chen Ping'an is not just my disciple, but also the son-in-law of Jianqi Great Wall. With Xiao Mili's flying sword to pass the book, this old bull nose should not dare to go too far and will give him face!"

"Done!"

Zhou Mili clapped her hands, looking like she had accomplished a great success. She looked up at the old scholar with a bright smile, waiting for the other party's praise.

"Well done, Xiao Mi Li, you are still awesome!"

Zhou Mi Li laughed so hard that her eyes couldn't open. She was satisfied and said with a smile.

"It's just a small matter!"

The old scholar noticed Chen Ping'an's secret and wanted to clear some external obstacles for this closed disciple. Zhou Mi Li was staying well in Jianqi Great Wall, and this matter had nothing to do with her, but Ning Yao also heard about the matter of the Questioning Heart Bureau. She had something to do and couldn't leave. The little girl in black volunteered to follow the old scholar to leave Jianqi Great Wall and come to the Middle Earth Shenzhou.

A burly golden-armored god sat not far from the two of them, overlooking the vast territory and said majestically.

"Since the situation is not good and you can't see the specific things, why don't you just sneak over? Anyway, no one will be surprised if you do this kind of thing, and you are thick-skinned enough. Even if you are scolded by the younger generation of the Confucian Temple, you don't care at all!"

The old scholar turned his head to look at his old friend and said angrily.

"Shut up. Chatting with you is like playing the lute to a cow in the East China Sea."

"You are asking for trouble because you are not happy with what you do! Several of your disciples are fighting. You dare not go directly to Shujian Lake. It is not good to take sides with anyone!"

The golden-armored god and the old scholar have been friends for many years. They know each other's temperament very well. They curled their lips and complained.

When the old scholar heard this, he was silent for a while, and then he jumped up and cursed in anger.

"You know nothing except a few pounds of brute force!"

"It's better than you can't even fart properly!"

The golden armored god took a deep look at the shabby old scholar, his expression calm. He knew how to break the old scholar's defense with a light tone and make him angry to death!

"If you have the ability, you can leave Suishan directly. Wenmiao Yasheng has sent someone to tell you that he wants to talk to you. Why don't you go!"

When the old scholar heard the name of Yasheng, his anger dissipated and he laughed and cursed.

"I'm not going. Wait a little longer. There's no hurry!"

"Really there's no hurry. Aren't you afraid that your eldest disciple will ruin the state of mind of your young disciple, take a detour, and cut off the road?"

The golden armored god looked at the old scholar in surprise. If there's no hurry, what are you doing in Zhongtu Shenzhou? You just want to protect your shortcomings and help your disciples block the pressure from Wenmiao and not allow others to interfere in the affairs of Dongbaopingzhou.

The old scholar suddenly stood up and strode to the golden-armored god who was sitting cross-legged. He stood and sat down, just enough for him to knock on the latter's head with his fingers, poking and cursing.

"You can insult my knowledge and cultivation, but you can't insult my vision of accepting disciples!"

Zhou Mili stopped eating melon seeds, broke his little fingers, and counted quietly.

"One, two, three, seven, eight. Twelve, fifteen, seventeen!"

The golden-armored god was poked on the helmet more than a dozen times in a row. A trace of anger flashed in his golden eyes, and he said in a light tone.

"Try to poke it again?!"

The old scholar stretched out his hand and poked it again, and immediately jumped back to avoid it, saying seriously.

"This is what you asked for, don't blame me, don't be angry!"

The golden-armored god sighed, with a bit of pleading in his eyes, and said weakly.

"I beg you, please get out of my Suishan!"

"If asking for help is useful, do I need to stay in your house? I would have gone to the Confucian Temple, knelt down and kowtowed to the old man, and bowed to the Saint of Rites!"

The old scholar cursed with righteousness. He was too thick-skinned and didn't care about the expulsion of the golden-armored god. He refused to leave.

"If you are angry, don't vent it on me. I am not your punching bag!"

The golden-armored god looked down at the ground, giving people an illusion of being majestic and unshakable, and said lightly.

"If I don't use you as a punching bag, will you really go to the old man and the Saint of Rites to make a scene? I'm not stupid!"

The old scholar's words were too shameless, which made the golden-armored god unbearable. He slowly got up, held a huge sword in his hand, and was about to cut it.

The old scholar saw that the situation was not good, so he lay on the ground, closed his eyes, and began to pretend to sleep, and didn't forget to talk.

"Oh my, it's really exhausting to deduce this path. I'm going to take a nap. If I snore, please bear with me."

The golden-armored god took a deep breath and sat down again. The giant sword in his hand had disappeared. After a moment of silence, he still said angrily.

"Are you really going to leave this Confucian Temple chief priest outside the gate of Suishan Mountain to starve?"

"What's wrong with a cool breeze and a big meal!"

The old scholar turned his back to the Suishan God, snoring, pinching his fingers constantly, and didn't forget to quibble.

"Besides, I was already asleep, and I didn't know he was starving outside the gate. It's understandable."

Zhou Mili was eating melon seeds, his big eyes rolling around, watching the excitement with interest, and sighed.

"Old scholar, Suishan God, you two have a really good relationship!"

"No!"

"Children, don't talk nonsense!"

The old scholar and the golden-armored god changed their faces at the same time, and hurriedly explained, with a tone full of disgust.

The little girl in black looked at the two of them in confusion, scratched her face, stopped dwelling on this, and turned to ask the old scholar.

"Old scholar, are we going to stay in Suishan? Didn't we say we were going to help Chen Pingan?"

The little girl in black was entrusted by someone, and she was loyal to him. This trip was for fun, and she had something important to do. How could she sleep in Suishan?

The old scholar turned over, faced Zhou Mili, opened his eyes slightly, and explained with a glimmer of wisdom.

"Xiao Mili, you've been with Zhou Jue for quite a while, do you know what the best sword sharpening stone in the world is?"

Hearing this, the little girl in black blinked her big eyes, her sparse eyebrows kept wriggling like a caterpillar, scratched her ears and cheeks, and sat next to the old scholar, and said carefully.

"The sword spirit accumulated by the Sword Qi Great Wall for ten thousand years?"

Zhou Mili once asked Zhou Jue why he had been sitting cross-legged at the highest point of the Sword Qi Great Wall. It was to use the sword spirit left by hundreds of millions of sword cultivators in the wall to sharpen his edge. Zhou Jue was so powerful that he used the sword spirit accumulated by the Sword Qi Great Wall for ten thousand years as a whetstone. That should be the best in the world.

The old scholar's mouth twitched slightly, his eyes widened a little, shook his head, and said helplessly.

"That doesn't count. The sword spirit accumulated by the Sword Qi Great Wall for ten thousand years is too sharp. Even the old guy Chen Qingdu can't bear it. Only Zhou Jue dares to use it as a whetstone. What a monster!"

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"That's the Dragon Slashing Platform!"

The little girl in black has been in the Sword Qi Great Wall for such a long time, and she also knows a lot about sword cultivation. She knows that the Dragon Slashing Platform can feed the flying sword of one's own life and improve its rank. It is the best sword sharpening stone.

"That's not right!"

The old scholar had completely opened his eyes, his cloudy eyes filled with the light of wisdom, and said with a complicated expression.

"The best whetstone in the world is the human heart! For a kind person, the best whetstone is the many evil thoughts in the purest part of the human heart. Vice versa, both can sharpen the purest sword heart. The Great Wall of Sword Qi Thousands of sword cultivators, no matter what is good or evil, the sword energy is still like a rainbow, this is proof.”

"Cui Chan set up a heart-searching bureau in Shujian Lake this time. It serves as a whetstone for Chen Ping'an, allowing him to sharpen the sharpest edge and the purest state of mind!"

"We can't interfere too much, it still depends on him!"

The old scholar frowned slightly, and felt troubled by the chess game set up by his eldest disciple. The most powerful thing about this game of chess was that it was difficult for outsiders to intervene. Chen Pingan needed to break through by himself, otherwise he would never be able to overcome the turmoil in his heart. Hom.

"Oh, that's what it is, I understand!"

Zhou Mili nodded in sudden realization, his eyebrows like caterpillars kept squirming, and he still said a little uneasily.

"Then what if something happens to Chen Ping'an? I can't explain it to Miss Ning!"

"Don't worry, Qi Jingchun and Zhou Jue are both at Shujian Lake, and nothing will happen to Chen Pingan!"

The old scholar stopped pinching in his hand, waved his hand, and said reassuringly.

After Zhou Mili heard this, she finally felt relieved. She was full of confidence in Zhou Jue. With him here, everything would be fine even if the sky fell. She could still eat, drink and be leisurely.

Zhou Mili glanced at the golden-armored god next to him, thought for a moment, took out a pack of Yunxi dried fish from the cotton bag, handed it over, and said.

"This is the Yunxi dried fish I brought from the Great Wall of Sword Qi. It's very fragrant. The more you chew it, the better it tastes. If you don't mind it, I'll give it to you!"

This leader of thousands of gods in the mountains of the Middle Earth has a respected status and powerful strength. He has eaten many delicacies and drank many nectars and jade liquids. It stands to reason that the little fish from Yunxi River handed over by the little girl in black in front of him counts. It wasn't a very good thing, but he took it with both hands and cherished it. He picked up a small dried fish and put it in his mouth. He chewed it a few times. It was sweet and delicious.

Master Suishan looked at Zhou Mili who was full of expectations, smiled gently, gave a thumbs up and praised.

"tasty!"

"Yeah, this is the snack I should eat the most!"

Zhou Mili seemed to have received his favorite compliment, nodding his little head with a bright smile, and his laughter like wind chimes spread far away with the wind.

The old scholar also sat up at this time, no longer pretending to be asleep, reached out and grabbed a handful of dried fish from Suishan Master, chewed it, and spoke inarticulately.

"You are in luck. The dried fish from Yunxi River given by Xiao Mili is the most delicious!"

"That old cow nose in Donghai has only eaten it once!"

The little girl in black looked at the two of them chewing the dried fish from Yunxi River, with glistening saliva flowing out of the corner of her mouth. She pursed her lips and couldn't help but say.

"Yunxi dried fish will be more delicious if more people eat it!"

Master Suishan looked at the little girl in black staring straight at the dried fish in his hand. A smile flashed in his golden eyes. He put his hands forward and placed them in front of Zhou Mili's eyes. said.

"You eat it too, it will definitely taste better when three of us eat it together!"

Zhou Mili got what he wanted. He grabbed a few small dried fish and put them in his mouth. He also nodded and emphasized.

"When the three of us eat it together, it tastes much better than when I eat it by myself!"

Master Suishan also grabbed two small dried fish and put them in his mouth. The more they chewed, the more delicious they became, and he agreed.

"Yes, it is indeed more delicious than before!"

"Yes, I'm right!"

The little girl in black breathed out softly, her inexplicable guilt dissipated, a bright smile filled her face, and she happily ate Yunxi dried fish.

"It's not that I'm stingy. I didn't bring much with me when I came out of Yunxi this time. I only had this pack left. It's gone after eating it!"

"I'll eat it first this time. At worst, after I return to the Sword Qi Great Wall, I can give Master Suishan a few packs of Yunxi dried fish!"

Zhou Mili thought about it and felt that what he did was not decent enough and seemed too stingy, so he couldn't help but make a decision secretly.

Master Suishan looked away from Suishan. The high priest of the Academy was still patiently waiting for an answer, which made him feel a little unbearable.

A scholar who is expected to become the deputy leader of the Confucian Temple has been neglected by the old scholar for more than half a month. If this news gets out, Suishan will be flooded with saliva from scholars all over the world.

"It's not good if you keep leaving him alone like this!"

The old scholar didn't take the mobilization at the Confucian Temple seriously at all. He had been deducing the situation, complaining, admiring the inscriptions, giving advice, and wandering around.

"Nothing wrong!"

Master Suishan couldn't stand it, swallowed the small fish in his mouth, and said sarcastically.

"You're like a stinky fly with nothing to eat these days!"

When the old scholar heard this, instead of being annoyed, he slapped the mountain god's golden armor and said happily.

"These words are exciting. When I see the old man in the future, I will say that this is your final judgment on those sages who accompanied the sages in the Confucian Temple."

When Master Suishan heard this, he immediately turned his face and threatened.

"If you dare to say that, don't even think about coming to Suishan in the future."

The old scholar quickly spit in the palm of his hand, helped Master Suishan wipe the golden armor, and said flatteringly.

"You can't even hear the joke. It's not funny at all."

Suishan Great God, who is recognized as the worst tempered in the Central Earth Shenzhou, looked at the border outside Suishan's jurisdiction and was accustomed to the old scholar's behavior. For so many years, he had been abused by the old scholar and had become numb.

"As a teacher, I don't know which words I said, which principles I taught, and which things I did will be remembered by my students for a lifetime. I was actually very scared and couldn't extricate myself from this fear. In the end, I was even more frustrated. I found that the flaws of my disciples were most likely caused by me."

"It turns out that it's not just me who is worrying about nothing."

Suishan Great God's golden eyes showed surprise and mocked.

The old scholar chewed a few bites of dried fish fiercely, as if venting, and said unhappily.

"I warn you, don't take advantage of our good relationship to play tricks on me. I hate this the most! I have tolerated you for hundreds of years. If you don't change your bad temper, I will really stay here and disgust you every day."

"Haha!"

Suishan God used all his sarcasm to the utmost. A "haha" made the old scholar unbearable. He stood up and cursed.