Sword of Coming

In the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom, in a courtyard in a back alley in Yongjia County.

The middle-aged Taoist priest who claimed to be catching monsters at night and passed by this place took a sniff and said with a smile: "Earlier in the alley outside the courtyard, Pindao smelled the fragrance of herbs, and then he stopped. If Pindao guessed correctly, there was Aconitum and ginger, why are you still a country man?"

Ning Ji said with a shy face, "How can I say that I am a doctor? I just accidentally found a few medicine books from an abandoned medicine shop on the way to escape, and I studied them while walking. I don't even dare to say that I have learned a little bit."

The Taoist priest said: "If you don't mind, take it and take a look."

The young man stood up quickly, grinned and said, "What's the big deal? Master Wu, wait a moment, I'll get it right away."

Grandpa was old and slept lightly. The young man tiptoed into the house, gently took out a homemade camphor wood box, returned to the yard, and handed it to the elegant Taoist priest Wu.

Chen Ping'an took the wooden box and did not rush to open it. He said with a smile: "Pintao will take a guess first. The medicinal books in the box and the compilers are mostly from the Vulcan sect that has emerged in the past three hundred years."

The young man was stunned and said with shock on his face: "Is Master Wu really a god who can predict the future?!"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said with a smile: "Physicians and doctors of this lineage are especially good at using ginger. According to the herbs you posted, it is not difficult to guess that it is not as magical as you think, and has nothing to do with magic."

Ning Ji suddenly realized that although Taoist Master Wu "exposed his own shortcomings", Ning Ji began to respect this Taoist Immortal who never acted mysteriously.

If it weren't for Lu Chendao's secret, Chen Ping'an would never have imagined that the thin young man in front of him was the fish that had slipped through the net and made the Confucian Temple mobilize its troops to look for him everywhere.

Chen Pingan asked jokingly: "You actually know about the Vulcan Sect?"

Ning Ji nodded and said shyly: "I often sell medicinal materials to shops. Over time, I heard some opinions from the doctors."

Chen Pingan opened the box with a smile and picked up the books. He thought that in the years since the young man left his hometown, he could not only cure diseases and save himself with these medicine books, but also collect medicines to make money.

However, these books are thread-bound editions published by ordinary booksellers. The printing is poor and the text often contains errors. Medicinal books are different from ordinary miscellaneous books. A single word difference may lead to thousands of miles of confusion.

"As the proverb goes, if you write three words in the book, the fish will become the emperor of Lu and the tiger will become."

Chen Ping'an quickly flipped through a few pages and said with a smile: "It means that no matter how good the original copy of a book is, if it is copied and printed too many times, it will be easy to make mistakes. Mistakes, omissions, and reversed words are inevitable. In the future, there will be mistakes. If you have the opportunity, try to find some good manuscripts, compare them, and imitate the secretary's ability to correct calligraphy and the proofreader's careful correction of the text, so as to prevent future generations from spreading mistakes."

Ning Ji nodded vigorously and kept it in his mind silently. However, when the young man thought about his little savings, he began to worry. He didn't know that he only had money to buy those so-called rare books in the Year of the Monkey.

Chen Pingan said casually: "You picked the Aconitum in spring. In fact, it is the same medicinal herb. The time, month and place when the medicine is collected are different, so each has its own name and medicinal properties. This principle must be observed. Like this Aconitum , in the Huangting Kingdom on the border of ancient Shu, and the Great Lilong Prefecture, which was renamed Chuzhou not long ago, its medicinal properties are better than elsewhere, and it is especially good for picking and exposing in September every year, but in Chuzhou, it is also called Ni Aconite, since water and soil nourish a person, then the medicinal materials that are most particular about soil properties are naturally similar."

Ning Ji's eyes sparkled as he said, "Taoist Master Wu, I have only heard of Dali Longzhou before. I will definitely visit those places in the future."

"The young man is full of energy and has high aspirations. He wants to read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles."

Chen Ping'an nodded, put the books back into the camphor wood box, returned them to the boy, and said with a smile: "Life is a long journey, and finding a resting place and drinking a ladle of water to quench your thirst is a method of good karma. I am a poor man. I’m going to digress a little bit more with you. Since ancient times, doctors from all walks of life have always had their differences. They quarreled with each other and cursed each other fiercely. However, when scholars curse, it doesn’t matter how loud their voice is. The more refined they are, the meaner they tend to be.”

Chen Pingan pressed the camphor wood box with the palm of his hand, "Actually, the difference is not in the book, but in the people. It is not only the climate of the place where the person who takes the medicine is different, but also the personal teachings and opinions of the person who takes the medicine. Ning Ji, you are also a reader. If you have read a few medicine books, I will ask you a question. With all the doctors arguing, who is right and who is wrong?"

The young man thought carefully for a moment, but stopped talking.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Just tell me what you have to say, it's not a test. Pindao is not an examiner in the test room, and you are not rushing to take the exam. Pindao is not a teacher, and you are not a young boy. There is no exam in the school." I mean, we’re just chatting casually, don’t be nervous.”

Words and speech are not only bridges between people, but they are also barriers and boundaries.

Ning Ji scratched his head and hesitated for a moment, "Daozhang Wu, is there a possibility that there is no difference between right and wrong, only better and more right?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "What is the answer? You can find it yourself later. In short, as a scholar, you can argue with someone to the point of blushing. As a human being, you still have to dilute the peace a bit."

The young man was thoughtful.

The Taoist priest smiled and joked: "Hey, you actually understand such a great truth?"

The young man grinned and said, "I don't understand much. Anyway, remember it first and think about it later."

The Taoist priest stroked his beard and nodded, praising: "You can teach me."

Following the conversation with Wu Taoist priest, the young man unconsciously became peaceful.

It's like there is an extra place in the young man's mind, called Dali Longzhou. It seems that there are some bookstores in the distance on the road of his heart. There are a few medicinal books in them, but the prices are not cheap... They are all waiting for the young man. Traveling and meeting each other, and on this road that the boy has not yet set out on, it seems that there are some doctors on the roadside who are making red faces and spitting, which is very interesting... There is also a warm voice on the road, which seems to be saying a sentence repeatedly. If you want to be a human being, you need to be a little less gentle...

It's just these subtle scenes and mental states that the poor young man named Ningji is not aware of at this moment.

The Taoist priest said: "Meeting is fate. Pindao has been traveling since he was young. Besides setting up stalls and telling fortunes, he also occasionally works as a traveling herbalist. Today I will teach you a few prescriptions, named Zuogui Wan and Yougui Wan." , Buzhong Yiqi Decoction, Yinqiao Powder, Sini Decoction, and Purple Snow Pill. If you bite off more than you can chew, I will teach you these for now. If we are destined to meet again in the future... let's talk about it later."

When the young man heard this, his face immediately turned red and he was very excited. He said in a trembling Mandarin voice with a slight local accent: "Taoist Master Wu, I only know about this Sini Decoction. The book says it has the power to warm the body, dispel cold, and restore Yang to save Ni." .”

The Taoist priest smiled and said to himself: "These recipes all involve money more or less. Since you know the magical effect of Sini Decoction, I will teach you a back roasting method that costs almost no money." In the future, in places with heavy miasma in the mountains, before you go up the mountain to collect medicine, you should first light a stove at home. When you come back from the mountain, turn your back to the stove and bake your back. The principle is similar to moxibustion, until the tip of your nose sweats. That’s it, it can open the Du Vein and also be used to restore Yang.”

The Taoist priest smiled and said: "I am an outsider. I always look down on money. Yellow and white things are all external possessions. Naturally, I won't be greedy for your savings. If you feel that you are in debt and feel sorry for yourself, it's okay. Don't live here today. , you just need to show more kindness in the future, do more good deeds, have a record of your merits and demerits in your heart, and pay them back to the world one by one, and it will be regarded as repaying this debt of gratitude."

The young man was confused. After thinking for a moment, he nodded vigorously.

Chen Pingan asked: "Do you have paper, pen, and inkstone here?"

Ningji nodded and said, "They are all there!"

When the young man hurriedly ran to the house to get paper and pen, the Taoist priest raised his head and looked at the alley outside the courtyard. A woman flashed past the wall. The Taoist priest smiled and pretended not to know.

Xue Ruyi twitched the corners of her lips and whispered: "It's meaningless to deceive and trick people."

She had noticed that the Taoist priest sneaked out of the house in the middle of the night. She was bored anyway, so she followed the Taoist priest all the way to Yongjia County, wanting to see whether he was a flower picker or a gentleman. She never thought about it. After twists and turns, the Taoist priest came to see the young man.

At this moment, a righteous voice sounded in Xue Ruyi's ears, "Girl, you have misunderstood our Taoist priest Wu."

Xue Ruyi was horrified, but she remained calm. When she heard the sound, she turned around and saw a shabby Taoist priest wearing cotton robes. He was young and looked like a dog.

She asked: "Are you?"

The Taoist priest moistened his throat and said: "The surname of Xiaodao is Lu. The girl can call her Taoist Master Lu. I am not bragging. I am just talking about the fortune-telling business of setting up a stall. Taoist Wu in the courtyard is a junior of Xiaodao, so he is only strong but not weak. In addition, Yarrow , Fuluan, easy to count plum blossoms, etc., everything is masterful. Especially the "Qi Gua" one, he is even more good at it, whether it is throwing copper coins, reading words, listening to birds, picking up the wind, it is probably because of the respect and sincerity of the poor man. , only God and spirit can respond to everything.”

Xue Ruyi couldn't guess the identity of the other party, so she patiently listened to the fact that Director Lu was so shameless.

She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she always felt that this Taoist priest who called himself Lu was polite, eloquent, and indebted to others.

Yes, he and Wu Di are clearly the same person, no wonder they are so familiar.

Xue Ruyi was attentive and had already carefully looked at the other party's attire.

The young Taoist priest wore a wooden hairpin, a Tai Chi bun, and a cotton robe. He had a black bag hanging around his waist and a cotton parcel slung across his body.

Seeing that she glanced at his black bag, the young Taoist priest smiled and said: "It was a gift from an old friend who was a jailer. I miss people when I see things and treasure them. Since ancient times, medicine has not been divided into families. Visiting immortals to find the way, the green bag Selling divination.”

Xue Ruyi pretended to be surprised and asked: "The Taoist priest can also read Feng Shui? Can he see the good and bad luck of the Yang house, and also the quality of the Yin house?"

Lu Chen shook his head and said, "Xiao Dao is not particularly good at this business."

The word "special" is very strong.

Xue Ruyi smiled and said: "Forget it if you're not good at it. I originally planned to ask Director Lu to come to my house to take care of the eyes."

Lu Chen tugged on the rope of the package and said with a smile: "To tell you the truth, there are several kilograms of dried Polygonatum japonica inside. The quality is very good. The key is that it is cheap and good. It is originally useful. If the girl knows the goods, she can buy it. Xiaodao The worst thing is to take an extra trip to the mountain. Previously, in an ancient mountain called Quanjiao, there was a Taoist man who told Xiaodao that if you take Huang Jing, as long as you get the right method, you can fly to the sky."

Lu Chen looked at the female ghost lingering here.

In this world, no matter men and women, humans and ghosts, immortals and monsters, they live a long time and have many stories.

Close to love, it takes a thousand years to meet a beautiful woman, and it takes a thousand years to see a beautiful woman.

Xue Ruyi laughed when he heard this. How many kilograms of Polygonatum japonica can you achieve enlightenment and ascend to heaven?

Who should I imitate? Is it necessary to imitate Wu Di? If he likes to trick someone, then he will kill him if he is familiar with it?

But Xue Ruyi could not help but wonder, could this young liar named Lu be the person Wu Di was looking for in the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom?

Judging from the ages of both parties, could it be that he is Wu Di's illegitimate son who lives abroad?

It's just that the two of them don't look alike.

Lu Chen was a little embarrassed. What was Miss Xue thinking?

Chen Ping'an's appearance can only be called Zhou Zheng, but Pindao can definitely be worthy of the word handsome.

Xue Ruyi asked with a smile: "Daoist Wu likes to plant flowers in the house, but Director Lu likes to go to the mountains to pick herbs?"

"I do it occasionally. After all, curing diseases and saving people involves life and death. If you use it well, you will be able to rejuvenate yourself and open a shop near the door of death. If you use it poorly, you will kill someone with three fingers, and you will kill someone with a grudge. How dare you be careless?"

Lu Chen smiled and said: "Young lady may not know something. One of the founders of our profession once established a rule. You must learn from the past and present and understand heaven and man. Only those who are not close to immortals and have a heart that is not close to Buddha must not practice medical treatment. born."

She sneered and said: "According to you, how many qualified doctors can there be in the world of apricot trees?"

The young Taoist priest looked ashamed and said, "The Taoist is clumsy and has a clumsy tongue. He really can't talk to girls."

Since Wu Di came here just to get close to a young man, Xue Ruyi was too lazy to continue chatting with the man named Lu in the alley and turned around to leave.

After she turned around, Lu Chen shouted: "Miss Xue, please stay."

Xue Ruyi turned around and found that the young Taoist priest had unexpectedly found two branches of fresh mugwort that seemed to be stained with rain and dew.

She frowned slightly, where did the object in the other person's hand come from?

Lu Chen stretched out his hand, handed over the mugwort, and said with a smile: "On the afternoon of May 5th, I will give you a pair of mugwort. Miss Xue can hang it on the door during the Dragon Boat Festival this year to ensure safety."

Xue Ruyi narrowed her eyes and smiled: "Not to mention the local customs of hanging wormwood, I just want to ask Director Lu, can hanging it at the door ward off evil spirits?"

The Taoist priest nodded vigorously and said, "It must be possible!"

Xue Ruyi snorted coldly, saying that he was not as good at cheating money as Wu Di. At least Wu Di recognized himself as a female ghost, but this one with the surname Lu was far from the same.

The female ghost left gracefully, and Lu Chen shook his wrist. The two pieces of wormwood in his hand disappeared and appeared at the door of the ghost house. The wormwood hung in the air and slowly approached the door at a speed invisible to the naked eye. If When the land gods saw it, they could roughly deduce that mugwort would be posted on the gate on time after sunrise on the Dragon Boat Festival.

Lu Chen pulled at the low wall with both hands, gave a soft drink, and with a sigh of relief, he climbed over the wall and entered, spreading his hands in the courtyard and standing calmly.

The Taoist priest shook his sleeves, his face full of pride, showing his poor Taoism and good body skills.

Xue Ruyi was hiding on the ridge of a roof. When she saw this scene, she sighed.

In the hospital, Chen Ping'an had already finished writing several prescriptions for the young man. Finally, he found a lame excuse and wrote an extra set of prescriptions and how to cook the herbs, totaling three pieces of paper.

Chen Ping'an didn't even look at Lu Chen, who was carrying a parcel across his body and a bag hanging from his waist.

As for when Lu Chen arrived and the content of the conversation with Xue Ruyi in the alley, Chen Pingan did not know.

Lu Chen trotted all the way, holding down the three pieces of paper, and said anxiously: "Fellow Daoist Wu, put it away. How can you be so dignified? As a Taoist priest, we are upright men. How can we be generous to others?"

Chen Ping'an's intention is very obvious. If he helps you, Lu Chen, he will pay off the debt from that year.

The young man was confused as to who the young Taoist priest who had climbed over the wall in front of him was.

It just depends on the situation. Are you an old acquaintance with Taoist Wu? Then he is not a bad person.

Lu Chen smiled and said: "Young man, could you please go get another ladle of water? Remember to put it in a white bowl."

Ningji nodded and went to the kitchen to take a gourd and ladle of water.

Chen Ping'an sorted out all the prescriptions except three pieces of paper, stacked them into a pile, and placed them gently on the makeshift table bench.

Lu Chen sat on the steps, took the white bowl from the young man's hand, and said with a smile: "Whether it's using medicine to practice medicine or going up the mountain to practice Taoism, kung fu is nothing more than planning on the two rituals. There are many ways to do it, but it can never surpass the two methods of yin and yang. "

Ning Ji felt a little awkward and glanced at Taoist Wu who was standing aside. Taoist Wu smiled and nodded, indicating that the young man did not need to be restrained.

Lu Chen shook the white bowl in his hand and said with a smile: "The poor Taoist Lu Chen, whose Taoist name is 'Nanhua', is one of the masters of Bai Yujing. I came here tonight to accept you as my direct disciple, Ning Ji, are you willing to worship Lu Chen As a teacher?"

Ning Ji was in a daze, a little confused, and the words that popped out of the young Taoist's mouth were all expressions that the young man had never heard of.

He only needs to understand one thing, the other party wants to accept him as his disciple.

Ning Ji's face turned red and he looked at Taoist Wu again.

Only this time, Taoist Wu neither nodded nor shook his head. In short, there was no hint.

Lu Chen smiled, put down the white bowl in his hand, raised his hands, and made empty fists, "Ning Ji, guess left or right, you can guess whatever you want."

Ning Ji subconsciously looked at Daozhang Wu again from the corner of his eyes, who nodded slightly.

The young man looked left and right and said softly: "Guess right."

Lu Chen turned sideways, with his back to Chen Ping'an, and spread out his two hands at the same time, each with a seal, and the bottom note facing Lu Chen himself. The young man saw only two lines of margin, with only one word difference.

Within the travel area, outside the travel area.

Lu Chen clenched his hands again, raised his sleeves and then let go. The two seals slipped into his sleeves and said with a smile: "Ning Ji, look at us, Taoist Wu, who is comfortable with himself. Although he is waving his body all day long and seems to be working hard, In fact, his spirit has not changed. This is what is called a Taoist master in the book of gods, immortals, and monsters. His body shape is within You Fang, and his Taoist mind is outside You Fang."

Chen Pingan laughed it off.

Three thousand years ago, before he traveled to the Qingming world, Lu Chen had already written in a book that what a great master is, is someone who travels outside the world.

It is an extremely pure and sublime Taoist saying. It is possible, just possible, and it also contains a layer of meaning. A pure martial artist becomes a god and becomes a great master.

Chen Pingan suddenly discovered that a long river of time seemed to be stagnant.

The young man Ningji was already motionless.

Naturally, it was Headmaster Lu’s method.

Lu Chen stretched out his hand and brought out two bottles of wine again, which were Wuwei wine from Shujian Huchi Shuicheng and Chunyun wine from Gengyunfeng in Yunxia Mountain.

At the same time, three vertical scrolls appeared in the courtyard. They were all images of Chen Pingan, but they were slightly different. They were a sword stove with two fingers, twisting a talisman with two fingers, and a sword on his back.

In the past years, when the young man from Mu Ping Lane left his hometown and traveled far away, his foundation of life was, in order, martial arts, talismans, and swordsmanship.

First, learn boxing to save your life, then practice holding talismans close to your body, and then practice sword practice to climb high.

"This Ningji is born to practice Talismans. In fact, he can practice anything. There is almost no threshold, because as long as he wants to learn, opportunities will come to him. Just like you come here tonight, I have no choice but to follow. ”

After using this as his opening remarks, Lu Chen paused for a moment, pointed to the vertical scroll scroll where Chen Ping'an was twisting the talisman, and said with a smile: "It's a lamp-carrying talisman. It's like traveling at night with a candle. It's really suitable for us...people."

Then, as if taking a quick look, what I saw were scenes of Chen Pingan using different talismans in different years and scenes.

Back then, when Chen Pingan was practicing boxing on the ferry on the underground river, he would write a tranquility charm for calming down the mind and a dispelling talisman that was also located on the first few pages of the "Authentic Book of Alchemy". Dust Talisman. Whenever the night falls, young men in straw sandals will offer a Yang Qi Lantern Talisman when hiking over mountains and ridges to determine whether there are any evil spirits in the surrounding mountains and rivers, so as to seek good luck and avoid evil. On the road of travel, there are vast mountains and rivers, fighting with enemies with fists, or using the square-inch talisman that can shrink the earth veins to assist gods and men in beating drums, or when encountering ghosts, they use the pagoda talisman to suppress demons.

Then a qigong practitioner who was afraid of heights appeared in the scroll. He was so handsome that it was difficult to tell whether he was male or female.

Lu Chen said lazily: "Lu Tai, your good friend, after we parted ways, he raised a dog in Furong Mountain, one of the lotus-root blessed lands divided into four parts, and named him Lu Chen."

Chen Ping'an looked at the scenes that kept changing pictures and "himself". He didn't think much about it. He just felt that he had traveled so many places.

Traveling to the Great Wall of Sword Qi for the first time, after leaving Xuanxuan Mountain, Chen Pingan took a cross-continental ferry to swallow the treasure whale. During his return to the old dragon city of Aquarius Island, in addition to being "entangled" by Lu Tai, Chen Pingan found himself in the Yuyin Mountain House. After entering the martial arts realm, you can draw the "Mountain and River Sword Talisman" and "Rain Prayer Talisman". Although they are still low-grade talismans in the authentic alchemy book, according to the records in the book, they are very magical and have many uses, but there are intentional Unintentionally, Chen Pingan, who had been able to draw these two talismans for a long time, rarely used them until he was in the demon-suppressing building where Qing Tong was in charge, in a phantom world of sycamore leaves. There was a serious drought, and Chen Pingan wanted to pray for rain. , it was the first time that one of the Taoist altar talismans was sacrificed, a rain-seeking talisman that can make "the sky and the earth dark and heavy rain flood".

Lu Chen smiled and said: "Actually, these two talismans that you have hardly used are the ones that have the most interactions with you, and have the strongest connection with you on the mountain."

In the dragon kiln in his hometown where Chen Ping'an was an apprentice, a rain master once burned the fire.

It was also someone's box of rouge buried in Mud Bottle Alley that made Chen Ping'an feel like he was born to be on the road.

"On the ferry, it was the first time you clearly felt what the true 'soul concentration' was, because you could finally clearly hear the sound of dripping water when the three souls passed by the heart lake. At that time You are too busy having fun, and you still don’t know that not all Qi practitioners, even those who have become Earth Immortals, can detect the passing of three souls. Of course, for being able to do this, you have to thank that sissy’s relic.”

Chen Pingan reached out and took the hanging pot of Wutiao wine and began to drink silently.

Lu Chen took the pot of spring sleepy wine and continued to think about himself: "The Mountain and River Sword Talisman, you had little experience at the time, so you have never figured out what three mountains are, and you have always been doubtful about why a Qi practitioner holding this talisman can make gods and ghosts Salute and give way."

Last time in Tianwai, on the way back to Haoran, Li Xisheng showed up to help clear up the confusion, allowing Chen Ping'an to finally confirm that he and Mr. Three Mountains and Nine Lords had some connections, but no connection in the general sense. It turns out that this one of the four candidates for the top ten tycoons in the ancient world had settled down in the Lizhu Cave Sky in the clay bottle alley in his early years, but he had no interaction with any of the Chen clan in the small town.

"Even now, you still don't know. To be precise, you are not sure what the meaning of 'river' in this talisman is. Senior brother only said it in general in the book. In ancient times, there was a god who controlled the rivers and was responsible for killing evil and destroying evil spirits. , likes to devour all ghosts. Of course you guessed that it is related to the gentleman Zhong Kui of Dafu Academy, but you just can’t believe it, or in other words, you are not particularly willing to believe it."

"Oh, Dafu Academy, Dafu, Dog Days, naturally we often need to ask for rain. Zhong Kui happened to be born in such a Confucian academy, do you think it is a coincidence?"

"You and Zhong Kui first met in Hu'er Town on the border of Daquan. But it seems that the first time Zhong Kui showed his supernatural powers outside of Confucianism was at the Burial River, right?"

"You didn't have any idea about the rain-seeking talisman back then. To a large extent, it was because you didn't refine the Five Elements natal item. Later, you bought one from Lu Yong, the Taoist priest of Qinghu Palace, for a cabbage price. The Wucai Jingui Zao, which is worthless but is a priceless treasure to you, haha, Wucai, isn’t this even more of a coincidence, right?”

At this point, Lu Chen seemed to be a little thirsty. He quickly raised his head and drank, gulping, gulping, and took a big gulp of wine.

Chen Pingan finally smiled and asked: "Do you mean, Master Lu, to say that these things are waiting for people, or that people are doing things?"

Lu Chen said: "It's easy to ask, it's easy to ask. If it were Cao Rong, he wouldn't be able to ask such a question to his death. Previously, when he was at Pomo Peak, one of his disciples was dull, so I had to comfort him with one look after another. Wherever it is, in fact it is.”

Chen Ping'an looked straight ahead and moved the wine pot slightly towards Lu Chen. Lu Chen gently touched the wine pot with his hand and drank.

Lu Chen drank the wine, wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, thought for a moment, and said: "If you really want to care about it, it seems to be the same no matter who you are, and it's not worth making a fuss about. You, me, Cao Rong, Xue in that ghost house in Changning County Ruyi, the young boy studying next door to her, and Yongjia County here, and Ningji here."

Having said this, Lu Chen put away his magical power, the three vertical scrolls in the courtyard disappeared, and the long river of time continued to flow.

Lu Chen picked up the water bowl with both fingers, but instead of drinking the water himself, he unexpectedly handed it to Chen Ping'an and asked with a smile: "Why don't you come and accept a disciple?"

Chen Ping'an didn't expect that Lu Chen would do something like this, and was speechless.

When the young man heard this, his eyes lit up.

A pair of eyes, shining brightly in the night, like burning candles, are the longing and hope of a young man who is full of disappointment.

Lu Chen smiled mischievously.

Chen Pingan glanced at Lu Chen and said with a smile, "Is Master Lu so happy?"

Lu Chen immediately stopped smiling and put the white bowl back on the steps between the two of them, "My disciple said something from the bottom of his heart before, saying that Master Chen and Master Chen's husband, students and teachers, both of you are good at being teachers. . He, Cao Rong, admires him from the bottom of his heart. Pindao has taken on a good apprentice who is outspoken and outspoken."

Among his disciples and students, from Cui Dongshan, who was the first to become a student in Ganzi, to Zhao Shuxia, a close disciple who was considered by Chen Ping'an to be one of his own boxing masters.

Of course Chen Pingan was satisfied with everyone, but at the same time, he did not hide his preference for each of them.

Having said that, in a sense, Chen Ping'an seems to have not yet received a disciple who is "most like him".

After all, the threshold is not low. You must be a sword cultivator and learn boxing, and you must also be a Fulu Sect practitioner.

Otherwise, Chen Ping'an, who has learned a lot of things and has a lot of skills, can teach everything he has about preaching, especially the word "personal transmission", so that he can truly achieve what he wants and do it incisively and vividly. .

The students and disciples are all so good that Chen Pingan, the teacher and master, seems to be more like a hands-off shopkeeper than the chief of Luopo Mountain.

Therefore, Chen Ping'an has a lot of regrets about teaching his disciples personally. Cui Dongshan does not need to teach, and Cao Qinglang's mentors are actually Zhong Qiu and Lu Tai. In addition, what about teaching Pei Qian boxing? Teaching swordsmanship to Guo Zhujiu, who was already a Jindan swordsman when we met again? Even though Zhao Shuxia is now with him, he started learning boxing mostly by himself. After finally meeting a little girl, Chen Pingan wanted to show off occasionally, but what happened to Chaiwu?

Chen Pingan put away his thoughts, turned his head, looked at Lu Chen, and asked Lu Chen from his heart.

"When we were young, did we survive a certain winter? Did we freeze to death in the night?"

us?

What does it mean?

Lu Chen was dumbfounded, silent for a long time, exhaled a long breath, and said in a deep voice: "Chen Ping'an, don't imitate that Zheng Juzhong, really, listen to my advice!"

Zheng Juzhong is Zheng Juzhong, the only one. He will want to prove that he is not the Taoist. How can you, Chen Pingan, get involved in this kind of excitement.

Seeing that Chen Ping'an was silent, Lu Chen raised a hand, put his fingers together, and said sadly: "Is it so indifferent between friends? Do you want me to swear a poisonous oath?!"

Chen Pingan seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

A pair of golden eyes appeared, but the vision was fleeting.

Chen Ping'an breathed a sigh of relief and nodded. He could rule out this possibility, which was the most unlikely and the most likely.

Before that, Chen Ping'an was afraid that he was the key dream in one of Lu Chen's five dreams and seven heart phases, Mengdie.

"We have been friends for many years, please don't mess with my mind."

Lu Chen wiped his sweat-free forehead and said cautiously: "Actually."

Chen Ping'an twitched the corners of his lips and continued: "Actually, have you ever had similar thoughts?"

Lu Chen blinked.

Chen Pingan asked: "Since you have thought of it, why not do it?"

Lu Chen smiled brightly and said, "Aren't you curious as to why my master, walking with you all the way through the town, finally stopped at the entrance of Mud Bottle Alley?"

Chen Ping'an frowned slightly and asked, "Who used to live next door to my ancestral house on Mu Ping Lane?"

Lu Chen laughed loudly and just tapped his heart lightly with his hand, saying, "Dong dong dong."