Sword of Coming

(17,000-word chapter. The next small chapter will be updated later and will have to be uploaded in the early morning.)

When Chen Ping'an was young, he once lamented that Aquarius Continent was too big, but it was actually the smallest continent in the world.

But for a monk in the Fourteenth Realm, it turns out that the land of one continent is as small as his own courtyard.

A person who has attained the Tao travels far away in the wind and has a bird's eye view of the world, where he can see all kinds of strange things.

I once saw a monk sitting cross-legged under a waterfall and meditating, with his hands clasped together. Under the sunlight, he looked like a golden Arhat.

A bird flew low and tilted, its wingtips scratching the surface of the pond, making ripples.

In the courtyard of a wealthy family, there is a big magnolia tree, and a woman is admiring the flowers while leaning on the railing. She may be silently thinking about a certain sweetheart, secretly holding hands with the raised eaves and flower branches.

Da Li Fan belongs to the mountains of a small country. The mountain roads are steep and steep. The bearers carrying the sedan chairs are walking as fast as flying. However, the guests and their families who are climbing in the sedan chairs are blindfolded and miss the great scenery along the way.

In a water town, there is a girl in a lotus skirt on the roadside. She is barefoot, carrying embroidered shoes, and walking on tiptoes.

There was a wealthy son, with hundreds of slaves, digging mountains and dredging lakes in a secluded area where all the mountains, rivers and gods along the way had been destroyed and there was no way to fill the gaps.

There was a scholar lying drunk in a pavilion in the mountains. White clouds suddenly appeared outside the pavilion on the cliff. He raised his wine glass high and threw it out of the pavilion. The scholar's drunken eyes were dim and he spoke loudly, saying that there were thousands of rocks lying on the mountain. For thousands of years, the white clouds under this pavilion have provided the most chapping techniques. Seeing this beautiful scenery, I am extremely grateful.

There are several immortal masters riding cranes around, among them there is a handsome young man waving a fly whisk, making the white clouds around him fly like snow, and the girl beside him smiles like flowers.

In a mountain with deep woods, there was a two-foot-tall mountain goddess with gorgeous makeup. She was walking in the corridor, her skirt trailing to the ground, followed by two rows of boys and girls who had died young and whose souls had been collected by her.

A peak with no obvious veins, the mountain is steep and as slender as the back of a crucian carp. The entire mountain is like a knife, chopping on a chopping board. On the cliffside at the end of the trail on the top of the mountain, there was a lonely courtyard built with white walls and black tiles, a patio, and four waters. There was only an ancient pine rooted in the cliff nearby.

But what's more, the ruins of those large and small cities are still everywhere. It has been many years since the war ended, but they still have not been able to restore their former appearance.

The mountains and rivers in Banzhou are completely different from people and things. There are only old cliff-engraved books on the mountains and countless brand-new epitaphs at the foot of the mountains, both of which are speechless.

Previously in Dali Capital, the man Cao Qinglang took the imperial examination in the same year, named Xunqu, worked at Honglu Temple over Nanxunfang, and helped Chen Ping'an get some recent imperial reports.

Chen Ping'an just followed the pictures and went to several places recorded in the newspaper. Most of them just stayed for a while and then left after reading.

In Yuzhang County, where the mountains are full of towering trees, whether they are used to build mansions or to use as coffins, they are all top-quality and beautiful wood. Therefore, the nobles in the capital, the gentry from all over the country, and the immortal masters in the mountains are very interested in the giant trees in the mountains. Without restraint, Chen Pingan saw with his own eyes a group of wood thieves fighting with government soldiers in the mountains.

There are countless looms in Wuzhou, which is said to be built on cocoons and mountains. A Zhiluo courtyard has been built, and the official plaques have been hung up. It has been fully planned, and it has been less than a month, which shows how quickly the various government orders in Dali are being issued.

At the boundary of Yunzhou in Huangting Kingdom, I saw the stream. Sure enough, it was the entrance to the Dragon Palace ruins of the ancient Shu Kingdom. The water quality of the stream was excellent. If it was clear and cold, Chen Pingan chose a spring and drew dozens of kilograms of water. We visited the Dragon Palace ruins again, ignoring the ancient restrictions and entering an uninhabited land earlier than the Dali Kanyu geologist, and got there first. However, Chen Ping'an did not take away the few immortal treasures. Think of it as a landscape tour.

The earliest Lotus Flower Blessed Land in Tongyezhou, and later the Xianfu ruins in Luzhou, Beiju, he met the old Taoist master of Donghai Taoist Temple, and Taoist Master Sun of Daxuandu Temple, which made Chen Ping'an now interested in this kind of visit to immortals. It's really a bit scary.

In the Di newspaper, there was also an official from the Ministry of Industry named Li Chui from the capital of Dadu. His family had been working as a hydraulic engineer for generations. He carefully drew up a map of diversion, involving the diversion of more than a dozen vassal rivers of Dadu. Unexpectedly, the Dali court had sent Qin Tianjian, a Qi practitioner who was proficient in Kanyu, to verify whether this matter was feasible.

For the gods of mountains and rivers, there are also natural disasters and man-made disasters.

After a great war, countless landscape gods throughout the southern part of Aquarius Continent perished. Only then did civil and military heroes from all over the continent come to fill the vacancies for city gods and landscape gods at all levels.

The diversion of rivers is a huge disaster for the mountain and water gods along the way. The mountain gods can suffer floods and their golden bodies are covered with water, and the water gods can suffer droughts and be exposed to the sun.

Under normal circumstances, the golden body and the ancestral temple cannot be moved, and moving is as difficult as climbing to the sky. The ancestral temple is empty, and without the incense in the world, the imperial court will cancel the name from the golden and jade genealogy according to the law, and can only be reduced to If you want to go to the temple of obscenity, you will have to endure hardships. At most, you can temporarily borrow incense from the neighboring city god, not to mention that you have to borrow it. Therefore, in the Shanshui officialdom, I have always preferred to be the county god with extremely limited powers, rather than being a minor Shanshui official like the little mountain gods, Hebo and Hepo, who obviously have less restrictions.

An old man who looked like a farmer, with a strong body and tanned skin, like an old village man who had turned his face to the loess and turned his back to the sky every year, was squatting on the long embankment by the river, sighing and feeling extremely worried.

There was also a young man sitting aside, with a Xiang-patterned bamboo mat spread out, and he was swinging a folding fan. The bamboo fan had similar patterns to the bamboo mat. The young man's skin was a bit sickly fair, like the kind of person who hides in his study all year round. A scholar who never basks in the sun.

The two of them stayed together, with a huge age gap and sharp contrast in appearance, like a piece of white tofu next to a piece of charcoal.

The old man said: "I'll talk to Mr. Liu from the Da Li Peidu Yi Manufacturing Department later and see if I can ask for a favor and help hand over some discounts."

The young man shook his head and spoke as bluntly as a dazed young man who couldn't understand what was good or bad. "I'm just a boss, not a royal official in the capital. I'm sure I won't be able to speak."

The old man said angrily: "How can those Langguan masters reach such a high level? We are little gods who are in charge of small mountains and small rivers. Chief Liu is already the biggest official I know." . It is better to treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor than to wait here to die."

The so-called Langguan refers to the Langzhong and Yuanwailang who are the chief officials and assistant officials of the first department of the Ministry of Rites. For these landscape gods who are not of high rank, he is the Heavenly Official in the Yamen.

The young man smiled calmly and said: "God wants Luoyu Niang to get married, no matter what we can do, we can only accept her fate. Changing her path, putting aside her own interests, is indeed beneficial to people's livelihood."

The old man threw a stone into the river and said dullly: "The emperor is not in a hurry, but the eunuch is."

The young man still looked calm and calm, "Who told you to be my friend?"

The old man turned his head and glanced, and said softly: "Here comes a Qi practitioner. He looks unfamiliar and cannot tell the true level of his realm. Anyway, at first glance, he looks like he is in the sea-viewing realm."

The young man glanced at the stranger who was approaching gradually. He was wearing a blue shirt, a long coat and cloth shoes, and his breathing was long as he walked. At first glance, he looked like he was not an ordinary person. The gods of mountains, rivers, and mountains in the world are good at looking at the spirit, and they can often tell who is better than the monks. Whether you are a Qi practitioner or not, whether you can see through the depth of Taoism at a glance depends on the height of the golden statue of a god.

The young man closed the folding fan and said with a smile: "I advise you not to seek medical treatment in a hurry. Besides, the rivers here have been rerouted and a total of six tributaries of rivers have been abandoned. This is a great good thing for you, the mountain god, so don't mess around. Since you have annexed the old waters under my jurisdiction, treat them as fertile water that does not flow to outsiders' fields."

The other nearby mountain gods and earth gods are now eagerly waiting for the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Industry to start the diversion of Dadu. As for the river god and the low-ranking Hebo Hepo, they are resigned to their fate. Officials from the two ministries of industry promised that the Dali court would arrange an escape route, but they were afraid that they were just mere words. Once they turned their backs and refused to admit their mistakes, who would they complain to?

The old man said angrily: "What a good thing. The bigger the territory, the more right and wrong. What's more, it originally belonged to your Tiaobo River. I'm so sorry. When you leave, leave me alone. What's going on? Help me." Are you guarding the tomb? You were a higher official when you were alive, but after all, I was granted a title of Marquis during my lifetime and a posthumous title after my death. It’s not my turn to guard the tomb for you, Taifu Cen, right? You really think you are the emperor. .”

The young man advised: "Even if the incense in the world is cut off, relying on the wealth I have accumulated and borrowing some incense from you in the future, your Dieyunling will be like raising a useless guest minister who only eats and does not work. I guess it won't be difficult to survive another sixty years after all. You have to think about it this way. Sixty years is almost a lifetime for a common man under the mountain. I have nothing to complain about."

The man in green shirt stopped, clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Cao Mo, a casual cultivator, has met the Dou Mountain God in Dieyun Ridge."

The man surnamed Cao, who claimed to be Shanze Yexiu, turned to look at the young man, "This must be the Cen Hebo who jumped into the Po River."

Dou Yan, the mountain god of Dieyunling, was named a marquis during his lifetime and served successively as the county god, county god and mountain god here. In Dieyun Ridge, there is an allusion about the immortal flying to the sky on a chi, which is popular in the market.

Cen Wenqian, the Hebo of Tiaobo River, once served as a transshipment envoy during his lifetime. He was in charge of the dredging of water transportation and the construction of granaries for a country. He became the Minister of Rites. After his death, he was posthumously given the title of Taibao to the Crown Prince, with the posthumous title Wenduan.

The old man nodded with a smile, raised his arms high, and clasped fists with the immortal master surnamed Cao in return, "Nice to meet you."

Hey, the little kid looks young, but he has good eyesight. He actually recognized himself and Cen Wenqian, especially his old friends around him. He is famous for being a reclusive person. No matter who comes to Tiaobo River, he will always thank guests behind closed doors, and his airs are much higher than that. Jiang He Zhengshen is still big.

Cen Hebo was still stubborn and stubborn, and Dou Yan was helpless.

The old fish in Cen Wenqian's river jumps in the waves and chews flowers. It is famous both in the mountains and down the mountains. There are as many mountain immortals and dignitaries who come here to fish as there are apricot perch and giant green fish that are unique to the river.

In the past few hundred years, Cen Wenqian has never gotten close to anyone. If it were the mountain god Dou Yan, he would have already met a lot of wealthy officials, and then won him over to become a big pilgrim in his own temple.

In fact, in both the capital and the capital of Dali, both inside and outside the officialdom, even though many literati and scholars had heard of Tiaobo River, no one dared to abandon public service for personal reasons. I can't say a word for Cen Hebo and Tiaobo River on this matter. talk.

The guest in green shirt looked around and said with a smile: "Cen Hebo is indeed as rumored by the outside world. He has a casual temperament and doesn't care about the amount of incense at all. He only cares about the water people in Hanoi and does not violate the prohibitions. He doesn't bother to manage the landscape. If I remember correctly, Among the hundreds of thousands of people who have been blessed by the Tiaobo River, it has been almost two hundred years since there was a second-class Jinshi. There were only two people who were born with the same Jinshi intermittently...'Mrs. Ru'?"

In fact, the Tiaobo River early in the morning was very rich and mellow, both in terms of landscape and civil and military fortunes. It was famous in several countries. However, as time went by and dynasties changed several times, Cen Hebo's spirit declined and he only promised to Tiaobo River. There are no floods on both sides of the Taiwan Strait, and there are no droughts in her own waters, so Cen Wenqian no longer cares about anything unnecessary.

As a result, Cen Wenqian is still a river uncle. Otherwise, given the reputation of the Tiaobo River and the richness of water transportation, he should be a water god who was granted the title of the imperial court. Even on the gold and jade genealogy enshrined by the Ministry of Rites of that country, he carried the name of the river god. Shengjiang is not impossible.

Dou Yan held back his laughter, held back his bad words, and tried to relieve his anger. This boy was good at beating around the bush, but Cen Wenqian didn't deserve to be scolded in the first place.

Whether it is the officialdom during his lifetime or the current officialdom of mountains and rivers, what kind of good thing can it be if it is sparse and clean, keeps itself clean, does not collude with others, and does not manage connections at all?

But now that things have happened, Dou Yan feels a little sad when he thinks about the situation of his old friend Cen Wenqian.

However, Dou Yan was a little bit dumbfounded when he heard the ridicule of "Mrs. Ru". This official statement was a bit damaging.

Being from a Jinshi background, compared to the first-class, third-class and second-class Jinshi, she is similar to a "concubine", just like a woman is not the original wife of the main wife, so of course she is "like a wife but not a madam".

Listening to the implicit sarcasm from a stranger, Cen Wenqian didn't take it seriously. After all, she wasn't the kind of person who would come and scold someone in front of her, so she just pretended that she didn't understand.

Seeing that the foreigner had chosen a fishing spot, he actually took out a can of distiller's grain corn that had been prepared long ago, threw it in to make a nest, then took out a green bamboo fishing rod, found some snails by the river, and hung the bait on the hook. After that, I started fishing with my pole.

Dou Shanshen is a naturally warm-hearted person and a talkative person who can chat with anyone.

"Where is this Immortal Master Cao from?"

"A native of Da Li, this time I am going to travel south. I can walk around casually and slide on the watermelon rind wherever I go."

"It's a good idea. If we had come a few days later, we might have missed the apricot perch and big herring."

"God Dou Shan, how do you say this?"

Cen Wenqian coughed lightly.

Dou Yan was too lazy to pay attention to Cen Hebo's reminder. Instead, he got up and knelt down next to Master Cao. He said to himself: "Master Cao doesn't know something. Now that Dadu has changed its route at Dali, jumping into the Po River may become a thing of the past. , many waterfolk have already begun to move. By then the river bed will be exposed and the apricot flowers on both sides will die, so there will be no talk of apricot flower perch."

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "In this way, Tiaobo River has indeed suffered a big disaster. Fortunately, I came at a good time."

The last words made Dou Yan's heart tremble.

"Brother Cao, I see that you are kind-hearted and I won't talk in circles with you. I might as well tell Brother Dou that you are an official from the Ministry of Industry in Dali Capital, right? On the surface, you are fishing for entertainment, but in fact, you are conducting an inspection. Mountains and rivers? Are you an official? I have always had a good eye for people. Look at your official aura, tsk tsk, you are not small, you are really not small. You have to be the head of a company to start, right? In the future, you will be in charge of a company. , I don’t think it’s a big problem.”

"If I'm not wrong, Brother Cao is from Chi'er Street in the capital. He is a young leader of the Da Li general family. Therefore, he served as a monk accompanying the Da Li border army. When the war was over, he took advantage of the situation and transferred from the Da Li cavalry. Are you serving as an errand at the Ministry of Industry? Yes or no?!"

"Looking at Brother Cao's appearance, it's unmistakable. It's absolutely unmistakable. I just don't know whether he is in the Yu Department of the Ministry of Industry or the Ministry of Water in that capital?"

The two ministers of the Ministry of Industry are in charge of all government affairs including mountains, rivers, rivers and lakes, bridges, weirs, embankments and canals in the world. They hold high positions of power.

Chen Ping'an never spoke.

If this Dou Mountain God sets up a fortune-telling stall, he will starve to death.

Dou Yan still refused to give up, "Brother Cao, if I can give it to the minister of the Ministry of Industry, of course the minister is even better. I just need to help pass a message. No matter whether it succeeds or not, when I come to Dieyunling in the future, I, Dou Yan, will be my guest." .”

Chen Ping'an shook his head and said: "Dou Shanshen has misunderstood. I am not a Dali official."

Dou Yan asked in a low voice: "Could it be that Brother Cao is Mr. Qingwu from the Great Liqin Heavenly Prison?"

Chen Pingan still shook his head, quickly caught a bass, reached out to hold it, and gently threw it into the fishing basket.

Dou Yan clapped his hands and applauded, "Brother Cao is very lucky. It seems that he is really destined to Tiaobo River."

For the sake of his friends, this God Dou Shan really doesn’t want any old face.

In fact, in the past, neither his colleagues in the Shanshui officialdom, nor even his immediate boss who was in charge of dozens of prefectures and counties, the City Governor Dou Yan, had never been so low-spirited and smiled.

It was certain that Master Cao Xian, who had a good temperament, was an official from the Ministry of Industry who came from Chier Street or Yichi Lane in Dali Capital City.

Da Li officials, no matter how big or small they are, are difficult to deal with. For example, this time the rivers were rerouted, and many mountain god temples, rivers and water houses, including Dieyunling, were not able to send the fine wines and beauties who had prepared them early. For practical purposes, those Dali officials did not visit guests at all, but they were still very attentive to the specific implementation of official affairs. They performed their duties in an orderly manner and did things in a very orderly manner.

What kind of people, what kind of friends to make.

Chen Ping'an roughly knew what he was doing, and asked in his heart: "I heard that Cen Hebo didn't have many friends. Apart from Dou Shanshen, there were only a handful of them. I wonder if there is an old man named Cui among his friends?"

"No."

"The old man's surname is Cui. He is a pure martial artist."

"I don't know him. I have never had any contact with Jianghu people."

Chen Ping'an continued: "That old man Cui once carefully taught me boxing, but he thought that my qualifications were not good enough, so he did not officially accept him as a disciple. Therefore, I can only be regarded as an anonymous boxing disciple of Mr. Cui."

Over at Luo Luoshan Bamboo House, the old man never talked about the past with Chen Pingan. For example, Cui Cheng and Tiaobohe Cen Wenqian were good friends, or the old man chatted with Nuan Shu and the others. Chen Pingan then talked through Luo Luoshan right protector. Only by hearing the news from God can we know.

Strangely enough, Cui Cheng was never nice to Chen Ping'an, but when it came to Nuanshu and Xiaomili, he was extremely kind.

Cen Wenqian was silent for a moment, "Master Cao Xian is really good at joking. A mountain immortal who is accomplished in Taoism actually goes to practice boxing and learn some martial arts styles. Isn't it a waste of time and a waste of immortal talent? Master Cao Xian is not afraid of complaints from his family and the elders in the mountain that he is not doing his job properly?" "

It was obvious that this He Bo talked more compared to the concise and concise speech in the previous question and answer.

Chen Ping'an caught another golden bass, threw his pole into the water again, and said with a smile: "There are no elders in the family anymore. As for going up the mountain to practice, there is a leader, but there is no master-disciple status, so I called myself a casual cultivator before. It’s not the junior’s intention to trick others.”

Cen Wenqian smiled and asked: "As a Taoist, how does it feel to learn boxing?"

Chen Pingan said softly: "Learning boxing is not easy, especially when Mr. Cui teaches boxing. It is so difficult that people regret learning boxing."

Cen Wenqian sighed.

Then you can't do it falsely.

This secretive young official from Dali was probably really the anonymous disciple of Cui Cheng.

Cui Cheng's attitude towards practicing martial arts was exactly the same as his rigorous attitude towards running a family and studying.

Cen Wenqian asked: "Since Master Cao Xian claims to be an anonymous disciple, is there any trace of Cui Cheng's boxing skills?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and replied: "I have a great disciple who is the founder of the martial arts world. His martial arts qualifications are better than mine. Fortunately, he caught the eye of Mr. Cui and was accepted as his direct disciple. But Mr. Cui doesn't stick to trivial matters and everyone counts his or her seniority."

Cen Wenqian nodded, it was something Cui Cheng could do.

Chen Ping'an asked: "Mr. Cui can also sing in harmony with Cen Hebo's poems?"

Cen Wenqian smiled and said: "Of course, Cui Cheng's knowledge and talents are very good, and he deserves to be called a literary giant. When we first met him, Cui Cheng was still a young scholar who was studying abroad. Dou Yan still doesn't know Cui Cheng’s true identity has always been mistaken for him as the scholarly seed of a noble family in an ordinary small country.”

Cen Wenqian introduced him: "Mr. Dou, Master Cao is the unnamed disciple of Cui Cheng."

Dou Yan asked in confusion: "Which Cui Cheng?"

Cen Wenqian smiled and said, "He's the poor scholar who has a drink with you in Dieyunling every time he passes by."

Dou Yan laughed loudly and said: "Oh, it's about that Xiao Cui. I remember, why don't you remember? I've met him a few times, but that Xiao Cui has a high vision and is only close to Cen Hebo. He only knows how to cheat me every time." liquor."

Then Dou Shanshen discovered that the face and eyes of the young Dali official were a bit strange.

Dou Yan wondered: "What's going on? Why don't we call him Xiao Cui? There's an age difference of two to three hundred years between us. Do I have to call him Brother Cui? That's too pretentious."

Chen Pingan stared at the river blankly.

The water in the river is as blue as the sky, and the bass are just like hanging in the mirror. If they are not beside the clouds, they are next to the wine.

It turns out that I was young once.

Just like that old grandma.

This is something unimaginable.

Just like Mr. Qi, Cui Cheng, and Grandma are to Chen Ping'an.

Chen Ping'an is to Pei Qian, Cao Qinglang, Zhao Shuxia and the others.

Li Baoping, Pei Qian and Li Huai are the children of Bai Xuan and the little mute of Qilong Lane.

And those children who are still young now may become senior masters that the disciples of Luolu Mountain and Xizong cannot imagine in the future.

Perhaps this is the passing of the fire from generation to generation.

Chen Pingan squatted by the river and shook the two bass in the fish basket into the river. After putting away the fishing rod and the fish basket, he stood up and took out a white bowl from his sleeve. He changed his name and said with a smile: "Mr. Cen Regarding the diversion of Dadu, this junior is an outsider in the officialdom of Dadu and cannot change anything, but Mr. Cen is willing to take a step back and serve as a lake and Hebo nearby without changing the Jinshen Temple and Hebo Water Mansion?"

The man spoke in a confused manner, and God Dou Shan was confused when he heard what he said. Cen Wenqian transferred to Yihuhebo? But where are the lakes within a few hundred miles?

What, you want to move mountains and create lakes? Do young people really think that they are an old god in the fifth realm, with that supreme magical power that can move mountains and seas?

Taking a step back, even if you can move a few unmaintained mountains and dig out a large pit from the ground to carry the lake water, where does the water come from? , pulling Tiaobo River into the lake? Besides, now is the dry season, and there is not enough water in the Tiaobo River. What's more, if you really want to act so wantonly, the mountains and rivers will be too involved, which will affect the autumn harvest of the people on both sides of the Taiwan Strait this year. By then, the Dali court will definitely hold accountable, even if the Dali capital and the Even the Ministry of Industry and Engineering in the capital city could make an exception. The diversion of rivers is ultimately a foregone conclusion. Even if the new lake is built, it will still be in the embarrassing situation of a sourceless water. The water transportation of the lake is lifeless, and all the water in the waters of the old Tiaobo River is The descendant spirit will definitely not move to a stagnant pool with Cen Hebo. By then, Cen Wenqian will still be a lonely person with faded fragrance, so what is the significance of this move?

Young and energetic, I don’t know what to say.

But having said that, this good intention must be understood carefully.

Cen Wenqian smiled and shook her head: "Master Cao Xian does not need to work so thanklessly and waste his cultivation aura and official connections."

Chen Ping'an said with a smile: "Junior Rong, I'm not ashamed to say that this matter is not laborious at all, it's just a matter of lifting a glass on the wine table."

Dou Shanshen smiled angrily and said: "Wen Qian, look, does this look and tone look like that poor guy Cui Cheng back then?"

"Junior, go and come back."

The guest in green shirt held a bowl in one hand, took just one step, and disappeared in an instant, thousands of miles away.

Dou Yan used the natal magical power of a mountain god, and after recovering his mind, he was shocked and said: "Good guy, he is no longer in the realm of Dieyunling!"

Soon the man in green shirt returned to the Tiaobo River, still holding the white bowl in his hand, but with an extra bowl of water.

Dou Yan was disappointed, the thunder was loud and the rain was light?

Such a big white bowl, how much water can it hold even if the immortal magic is used? It's not as rich as a jumping river, right? Leaving the near for the distant, for what purpose?

However, Cen Wenqian's expression became serious and she asked, "Did Master Cao borrow water from Dadu?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "Run a little further and change to a different place to get water."

Cen Wenqian asked: "But sea water?!"

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Don't worry, Mr. Cen, although the water was taken near the estuary, the junior has already gone to the turbidity to get the clear water. For the time being, it is not as clear as the water in the Tiaobo River, but in the future, the quality of water transport will not be too bad. This A bowl of water has enough water to support a 300-mile large lake."

Cen Wenqian was speechless.

Is this called "acceptable"?

According to legend, the ancient immortal had the East China Sea in his sleeve!

Dou Yan's eyes widened and he stretched his neck to look at the bowl of white water. Could it be that the young man was bragging and not drafting?

Chen Pingan handed the white bowl filled with water to Cen Wenqian and said with a smile: "Mr. Cen and Mr. Cui met each other, and the friendship between gentlemen is as light as water."

Cen Wenqian was not a pedantic person, so she took the water bowl generously.

After Cen Wenqian took the light bowl of water, Chen Pingan looked at the surrounding mountains and rivers for a few times. He put his fingers together and drew an arc as a talisman without paper. He drew a circle, first defined the territory, and then turned his palms. , in an instant, the mountains and rivers shook. A few miles away from Tiaobo River, at the border with Dieyun Ridge, the three-hundred-mile boundary instantly sank. However, during this period, all living beings were shaken by the green-shirted man, shaking his sleeves and flying into the clouds. , was shaken to the bank of the upper reaches of the Tiaobo River, and with a gentle hold, the collapsed mountain roots and earth veins condensed into a ball of earth the size of a mustard seed. Chen Pingan held it in his hand, and once again drew talismans with his fingers, imitating the fairy hairpin. One person and one symbol of Cheng and Lu Chen successively drew water characters and mountain characters on the bottom of the pit and the earth ball in their hands. The future Great Lakes and Dieyun Ridge formed the prototype of a pattern of interdependent mountains and rivers.

Incredible skills.

A river god and a mountain god have never heard of this method of moving mountains and water, so that the golden bodies of the two mountain and water gods shook, and their minds could not help but sway.

As Master Cao, it would be appropriate to address him as Cao Xianren or Cao Xianjun.

Chen Pingan handed the apricot-sized pocket earth ball to Dou Yan and said with a smile: "Brother Dou, we met by chance and hit it off like old friends at first sight. I will ask for drinks with you in the future. This mountain character can be placed at the root of the boundary mountain. , in the future, the growth of earthy energy will be of small benefit to the mountain transportation of Dieyunling. As for Dieyunling in the future, it will be bordered by lakes and mountains, and there is no need to worry about the mountains and rivers interfering with each other, as the two will only be stable."

Dou Yan took the strange earth ball that was said to be a "mountain character", but he stumbled and almost missed the catch. The mountain god suddenly turned red in the face.

Dou Yan glanced at Cen Hebo who was carrying the bowl easily. It was strange, why was he the only one who made a fool of himself?

Chen Pingan said: "Wait a moment, I have to write an impromptu letter, and Brother Lao Dou will forward it to the Changchun Marquis of Dadu. I and this former Tiefu River Water God are half the same countrymen." Yi, maybe the Marquis of Changchun can help me explain what's going on here today at the capital and the Ministry of Works."

As Chen Pingan spoke, he twisted his wrist and took out a pen and paper from his sleeve. The paper was hanging in the air, filled with mist, forming a mysterious and mysterious landscape. Chen Pingan quickly wrote a secret letter to the person who filled the gap. The content of the letter was mostly polite, and it roughly explained the reasons for the changes in the Tiaobo River boundary today. The last sentence was the key point. It was nothing more than the hope that the Changchun Marquis would be able to do so without violating the prohibition in the future. Under the premise, take some care of Dou Yan, the god of Dieyunling Mountain.

Just like every Dayue Mountain King in Haoran Jiuzhou also has jurisdiction over many rivers, so the high-ranking Lord Dadu also has many mountains within his jurisdiction.

Chen Pingan finally took out a personal seal with the inscription "Chen Shiyi".

He picked up the seal, looked at the three characters of the bottom line, breathed lightly, and stamped it at the end of the letter.

This is the first time that Chen Pingan has used this seal, which he has treasured for many years, to formally seal a letter.

From now on, any correspondence between Luopo Mountain and other mountains will be handwritten by the owner of the mountain, Chen Pingan, either with the seal "Luopo Mountain Chen Pingan" or "Chen Shiyi" from this side.

This is the proper etiquette on the mountain.

Chen Ping'an put the letter into an envelope and handed it to Dou Yan. Finally, he clasped his fists and smiled at the two of them: "Mr. Cen, Brother Dou, I'm still in a hurry, so we'll say goodbye. We'll see you later."

Cen Wenqian and Dou Yan each returned the gift.

Dou Yan sighed endlessly, "Wen Qian, this time it's me who takes advantage of you. I'm so blessed. It just comes as it comes."

It is a well-deserved fairy hand that creates such incredible miracles in an understatement.

Cen Wenqian smiled and said nothing.

Dou Yan suddenly asked: "Huh? Cen Wenqian, do you remember clearly the face of Cao Xianjun?"

Cen Wenqian frowned slightly, shook her head and said, "I really can't remember."

Dou Yan said with emotion: "What kind of thing is this? The actions of the immortals on the top of the mountain cannot be judged by common sense."

Cen Wenqian said softly: "There is nothing difficult to understand. It's just that a gentleman shows kindness without repaying it."

If he guessed correctly, in that letter, the elusive Qingshan guest would definitely tell Changchun Marquis Yang Hua not to leak anything to Dou Yan.

God Dou Shan carefully put the mountain character into his sleeve, wiped his face vigorously, and was about to speak when his golden body shook again, and his whole body was filled with brilliance.

Not only Dou Yan's Dieyun Ridge, the mountain mist rose in an instant and colorful clouds lingered.

There is also the Tiaobo River. It is obviously the time of summer and autumn, but there are countless apricot flowers blooming on both sides of the river, just like the spring breeze.

Cen Wenqian said softly: "It's due to the four-character prophecy of "high mountains and long rivers"."

Dou Yan said in a trembling voice: "Could he be a moral saint who speaks of the Constitution of Heaven?!"

Cen Wenqian remained silent.

Dou Yan scratched his head, "What's going on?"

Cen Wenqian smiled and joked: "I'm not the only one who knows Cui Cheng, don't you also know Xiao Cui?"

Dou Yan suddenly had an idea, and he suddenly realized that when he staggered earlier, could it be that Cao Xianjun, who respectfully calls Cui Cheng "Mr.", was holding grudges against Cui?

Dou Yan asked: "You didn't ask how Cui Cheng was doing?"

I only know that this old friend has violated the ban several times and left the jurisdiction of Tiaobo River without permission. If it weren't for the little river god, who already belongs to the lowest rank of water gods in the world, and has nothing to be demoted in his official career, otherwise Cen Wenqian would have been demoted again and again. After being demoted, the official hat became smaller and smaller, but Cen Wenqian also stopped talking about promotion in the officialdom because of this. The state city god directly sent a message to Tiaobo River Water Mansion, and the annual city god temple held a ceremony. It was unnecessary, and a small temple cost ten thousand yuan. I can't serve you, Cen Dashui God.

Cen Wenqian looked gloomy, "The green-shirted man's expression already showed the answer, so why bother asking more."

Chen Pingan then went to Mei Glaze Country, but failed to meet the young county captain who was a crazy drunkard in that familiar county. He originally wanted to repeat his old trick and buy some cursive calligraphy paintings with the county captain over drinks. After asking about the copybook and the county government, I found out that the county captain had long since resigned and traveled north. The deal that year was so cost-effective that Chen Pingan only used wine from Wuhu Mountain to buy a large stack of cursive calligraphy books. The writing was both radiant and stern.

Chen Ping'an's own calligraphy is average, but he considers that his appreciation level is not inferior to that of the calligraphers in the mountains. What's more, even Zhu Lian and Cui Dongshan said that those cursive calligraphy books could not be imitated even by seven or eight points. This evaluation , it really can’t be any higher. Cui Dongshan directly said that each of these cursive calligraphy can be used as a family heirloom. The older it is, the more valuable it is. Even Wei Dashanjun shamelessly asked Chen Pingan to take away a copy of "The Immortal Steps". In fact, the copybook was less than three copies. The cross is completed in one breath: the immortal's steps are too empty, crimson clouds grow under his feet, wind and rain disperse the ceiling, dragon mud seals the jade slips, and the fire refines the true text.

Mr. Zhong's technique is even better than that of Wei Bo. He doesn't ask for anything. He just goes to the first floor of the bamboo building to borrow a certain copybook from Xiao Nuanshu, saying that he needs to copy it several times, otherwise he won't be able to express his cursive writing skills. Chen Ping'an later returned to Luopo Mountain. When he learned about this, he took the initiative to give the copybook away. Mr. Zhong also said seriously that there was nothing funny about this, a gentleman would not take away from others' favor. Cao Qinglang happened to be present at the time, so he said, I can help Mr. Zhong return this "Moonlight Seng Tie" to Mr. Zhong later.

Chen Ping'an bought several jars of locally brewed Wutiao wine in Chishui City in Shujian Lake.

Coincidentally, while drinking Wuwei wine, I remembered the Ascension Realm ghost cultivator I had just fought with, the Master of Xuanpu, the Lord of Immortal Hairpin City, who happened to be named Wuwei.

Fan Yan, the young and only young city lord of Chishuicheng City, was always regarded as a brainless fool. Now he has become the city lord and has even attached himself to the Dali court, allowing Chishuicheng to grow in power under the nose of the Zhenjing Sect. , is such a heroic figure, who once treated Gu Can, who was a big kid, like Big Brother Gu.

Chen Pingan was walking by the water, looking back, he saw a prosperous restaurant in the distance.

It seemed like the first and only time in my life that I had a proper wine shop, it was over there.

At the banquet that day, it was actually Gu Can who was more familiar and comfortable than Chen Ping'an. He was a half-year-old child, chatting and laughing happily, with bright eyebrows.

When Jiang Shangzhen was still in charge, he set aside five islands from Shujian Lake, where the Zhenjing Sect was located, and gave them to Luopo Mountain. However, this enclave was under the name of a young monk named Zeng Ye.

Jiang Shangzhen didn't bother with any matters discussed in the Ancestral Master Hall, and decided them all with one word.

Who has any objection to this? Can Wei Ying be considered half of his son?

The chief worshipper at that time was Liu Laocheng? Or is it the Jiejiang True Lord Liu Zhimao who is worshiped as the second seat? Or Li Furui?

In the Shihao Kingdom in the north of Hubei Province, the emperor Han Jingling was nearly half a century old because he had never practiced Taoism.

I had some free time after retiring from the imperial court today, so I started to play the same old tune with my grandson and granddaughter again, repeating the same words over and over again, "That down-and-out Chen Jianxian invited me to have a drink back then!"

It’s no longer “us”.

No matter how good a man is, he will not mention his past bravery, but he must also mention this old friend's story. He will mention it from time to time. If he has told it to the dragons too many times, he will tell it to the dragons and grandsons again.

As for when he became His Majesty the Emperor, Han Jingling started to raise his tail. He went to Qingxia Island with Huang He and asked to sit in the accounting room, but was stopped by Gu Can. In fact, the two sides were not too troubled at that time. It was pleasant, but Gu Can seemed to be a different person at that time. He was deep and deep, but he didn't show it on his face.

Why are you mentioning these trivial things?

"It's not the kind where you just throw a pot of Xianjia's wine. It's a serious wine shop. There's a big table of wine and food. It's just ordinary wine. You kids don't understand the rules here. If the wine on the mountain is , but it becomes boring.”

The two children had already heard these old stories, their ears were ringing, and they were shaking their heads and making faces at each other.

A child opened his mouth early and spoke silently, helping the emperor's grandfather say the words he used to finish every time.

“Everyone sitting there was very luxurious!”

Chen Ping'an only took two steps to go back and forth between Shihao Country and Shujian Lake. He didn't pay attention to Han Jingling's exaggerated words. It is not illegal to brag, not to mention that he is an emperor.

After that, she quietly went to Gongliu Island and found Li Furui. She had accepted a new unnamed disciple from a small place called Xianyou County. His name was Guo Chunxi. His cultivation qualifications were mediocre, but Li Furui taught Taoism and was better than Direct disciples must also be careful.

Li Furui was surprised to see Chen Ping'an. Chen Pingan asked some questions about Zeng Ye's spiritual practice, and Li Furui naturally knew everything and talked about it.

The two sides chatted about Gao Mian by the way. It turned out that after attending the ceremony at Luo Luo Mountain, Li Furui also served as a worshiper of the Invincible Divine Fist Gang and was not a guest.

Gao Mian has resigned as gang leader. This old gang leader, Gao Mian, who has fallen from the Yupu realm twice, was almost interrupted by a big demon on the battlefield near Dadu. The Changsheng Bridge fell again and barely managed to save it. As a person in the Golden Core Realm, it is unlikely that you will be able to show off your strength to others in this life.

As a result, when Li Furui attended the first Ancestral Hall meeting there, she saw a picture of two groups of people spitting and spitting at each other. The two groups were arguing over whether to change the name of the mountain. Instead, they were arguing about which new name was better. After all, a serious monk sect ended up with a terrible gang name that even Jianghu sects would not choose.

In the early years, if it weren't for the fact that the old gang leader was still strong and strong, he couldn't be beaten or scolded, otherwise this matter would have been put on the agenda long ago.

In the Zhenjing Sect, nowhere can you see such a scene. The three sect leaders, Jiang Shangzhen, Wei Ying, and Liu Laocheng, are all convinced.

Zhenjing Sect is also considered powerful. In such a short period of time, three sect leaders appeared one after another.

Li Furui was quite worried at first, whether the old gang leader Gao Mian would be greatly disappointed because of this incident and make the hero short of breath. But it turned out that was not the case at all. When Li Furui found Gao Mian at that time, the old man was very excited. It turned out that he was Zheng Mian. Fairy Su Jia of Yangshan has been re-included in the genealogy of the Ancestral Hall.

Xun Yuan, nicknamed Yi Chi Qiang, Gao Mian, nicknamed Jade Faced Young Master, and Wu Shi Realm, as well as Beng De Zhenjun, who has never seen the beginning or end of the dragon, these wealthy locals are all famous in the mountains. The high-rollers are said to have held up half of the sky of a continent, and half of the country was conquered by their combined efforts. I don’t know how many fairies can afford the huge sums of money spent by these few.

In addition, there is an unknown man named Langlang Xiaobaitiao. He doesn’t spend much money, but he comes to support him time and time again. He spends money with a few snowflakes, raises his voice, and helps some deserted fairies, creating a thousand-year-old atmosphere. All the troops and horses have bowed down under the pomegranate skirt.

Li Furui asked: "When Master Chen came to Gongliu Island this time, did he not see Sect Leader Liu or Island Master Liu?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "Forget it this time."

In fact, when Jiang Shangzhen was the head of the Zhenjing Sect, in addition to the personal gain, he also called the chief to worship Liu Laocheng. The two of them were walking on the path by the lake in Gongliu Island, and the head of the Zhenjing Sect casually folded a wicker branch and smiled. I said a few words to Liu Laocheng.

"You think you have to kill her with your own hands to break the Jade Pu Realm bottleneck and become an immortal. This is your own practice and I have nothing to do with it."

"But if you want her to die, I will definitely let you die first. This is Jiang Shangzhen's family matter, and you have nothing to do with it."

Liu Laocheng didn't dare not take it seriously.

Perhaps there is no unstoppable path, but Liu Laocheng, who had to find another way, actually succeeded in ascending to the Immortal Realm. From the chief minister, he became the third sect leader in the history of Zhenjing Sect after Jiang Shangzhen and Wei Ying. .

Chen Ping'an later took a trip to Qingxia Island, but instead of looking for Liu Zhimao, he went to the Zhuxian Mansion.

The female ghost of Qingxia Island, Hongsu, is actually Huang Han, a female nun from Gongliu Island in her previous life, and she is Liu Laocheng’s Taoist companion.

She resigned as a female official in Hengbo Mansion a few years ago and became the concierge of Zhu Xian Mansion again.

Because she was still not good at dealing with intrigues between women, she really couldn't control the dozen or so maids who had their own agendas, so she resigned from her rather noble and leisurely position where she could still make a lot of money, and returned to Zhu Xian's Mansion, where she continued to serve Ma The master was the porter, and when he saw a visitor, he would ring a bunch of bells next to the door.

After working as an errand in Hengbo Mansion for several years, Hongsu saved a lot of snow money. Whenever she was in a bad mood, she would spend one to change her face from an ugly old woman to a young woman again, making her look like a young woman. He doesn't look so disgusting.

As a result, Mr. Ma scolded him as a prodigal woman.

The Ghost Xiu Ma Yuanzhi, who was born as a food carrier, is still serving as the second-class worshiper of Qingxia Island, working under Liu Zhimao, following the rising step by step Zhenjiang Zhenjun, chickens and dogs ascending to heaven, and working in the Zhenjing Sect. With a genealogical status, you don't actually have to do anything. You just get a free salary every year.

This man, who was once one of the many handymen in Beijing, had an extremely humble status, but he had a rather elegant heart. The ghost cultivator named his Qingxia Island mansion "Zhu Xian". It comes from the sentence "Chongrun resounds the red string" in a rare poem from the motherland, which sounds homophonic to "thinking", and Liu Chongrun, the owner of the old Zhuchai Island, is the eldest princess of his homeland.

It was a pity that the eldest princess Liu Chongrun, who had always been in love with her, had moved out of Shujian Lake with a group of orioles and Yanyans, and settled on a foreign mountain called Yubei.

Over the years, the ghost cultivator has often scolded Mr. Accountant.

While saying that there was absolutely no thought, he swore that he had no ill intentions and would never take the initiative to provoke Her Royal Highness.

At the same time, he secretly abducted His Royal Highness the eldest princess to his hometown, chelicera fish back, damn, chelicera fish back, fish, slippery, back, the ghost just slightly imagined the eldest princess's white and tender back... ...just want to cry.

Having said that, Her Royal Highness the Princess is such a beauty, and Chen Ping'an is such a young man. It is normal for him to be a little nostalgic and have some twisted thoughts.

I just don’t know if Her Royal Highness, the eldest princess, has not seen me for so many years across thousands of mountains and rivers. Will she become lovesick and become so haggard that her small waist becomes even more slender?

Back then, this ghost really risked his life for her.

I gave her my heart a long time ago.

She has been sleeping in her heart for many years.

Hey, I really want to give my body to Her Royal Highness the Princess.

Today, Gui Xiu Ma Yuanzhi came to the entrance of the mansion. He wanted to go out and go boating on Zhuchai Island. If Her Royal Highness the Princess came back here, she would be able to see her at first sight. A stalwart figure, isn’t he?

The porter Hongsu plucked up the courage and asked, "Sir, has Mr. Chen really become the master of the sect?"

Ma Yuanzhi stopped and sneered: "Can I make money by lying to you?"

The female ghost said timidly: "That's impossible."

Ma Yuanzhi rubbed his chin, "I wonder if the touching love story between me and the eldest princess has been published in print."

Hong Su said with a shy face: "There is also a story about the slaves. Mr. Chen also copied it down."

Ma Yuanzhi glared and said: "You are hopelessly stupid. In a wealthy town like our Chief Liu's Hengbo Mansion, you don't know how to enjoy the blessings, but you want to work as a concierge in a ghost place like me again. I'm surprised. It's strange, if you really want to be a pervert in Hengbo Mansion, there are so many good-looking women and aunties there, all with big breasts and round buttocks. If you don't pick your tongue, you won't be able to avoid eating or drinking. If it wasn't true, No one wants to work here as an errand. Look, you look like this. Not to mention scaring people to death, ghosts will be scared to death by you. I can't accept your money? How can you have the nerve to accept my salary every month? Each time it just delays the payment for a few days, but you still have the nerve to make trouble for me, are you a debt collector?"

Hongsu didn't dare to talk back.

Mr. Ma's words are always not pleasant to listen to.

But he is his master after all.

Ma Yuanzhi crossed his arms across his chest and said with a sneer: "Next time I see that bastard named Chen, let's see how I deal with him. Young people are dishonest and are in the world. What if I become a clan leader and become a swordsman... …”

A man in a green shirt appeared out of thin air, answered with a smile and asked: "So what?"

Ma Yuanzhi took a closer look and laughed loudly: "Hey, Mr. Chen is here."

The adjacent islands in Shujian Lake are crowded with ghost cultivators and ghosts. Almost all of them practice on the islands and don't go out much. They don't worry about being killed randomly when they go out. As long as they display their island status badges, they can be on the boundary of Shujian Lake. If they are all accessible, they can be recognized by both the Zhenjing Sect and the Dali garrison. As for traveling out of Shujian Lake, everyone needs to rely on their own abilities. There are also those ghosts who forget about themselves and do some shady old trades. There was a conflict with the immortal master of the genealogy on the mountain, so he was killed.

However, he actually compensated Zeng Ye with a sum of immortal money. According to the Zhenjing Sect, he was acting in accordance with the laws and regulations of Dali Mountains and Rivers. The crime should not be punished. If you are unwilling to give up, you can continue to reason with the Dali Punishment Department.

Zeng Ye was actually very hesitant at the time, and Ma Duyi's method was better. Ask Old Master Zhang, what good method can you come up with? Should you think of yourself as Mr. Chen or Gu Can? Since you don't have the brain, find someone with a bright brain.

Zeng Ye knew very well that the reason why Zhenjing Sect and Qingxia Island were willing to treat their low-class ghost cultivators and ghosts specially was actually due to Mr. Chen.

Zeng Ye, a former young man from Maoyue Island, was born to practice the ghost way. Opportunities arose one after another. He was first taken away from the pit of fire by the steward of Qingxia Island, Zhang Jing, and became the assistant of the accountant. Then he followed Gu Can all the time. He has been a Qi practitioner in Guanhai realm for a few years, and now he is the leader of a mountain sect.

Before Gu Can left his hometown and traveled to the Middle-earth Divine Continent, he left the Peace and Nothingness Card to him. At first, Zeng Yeting was worried about whether this move was in compliance with the laws of the Great Li, so he did not dare to take it out. Lixingbu's no-matter card is a capital crime! Later I found out that Gu Can had already settled the matter with the Dali Criminal Department and transferred it to Zeng Ye's name. According to Zhang Ding, this kind of thing is actually more difficult than earning an idle card.

As for Ma Duyi, she is a ghost and has been living in the fox skin talisman. She bought a lot of rouge and gouache.

There are so many weird people and strange things in Mr. Chen and Gu Can's hometown. Let’s just talk about Mr. Chen’s Luo Lulu Mountain. At that time, Zeng Ye and Ma Duyi were frightened by a thin girl. They saw with their own eyes that someone suddenly fell from the top of a very high cliff and hit the ground hard. Numerous large pits emerged, and an even smaller girl squatted on the edge of the pit with her head in her hands.

When the girl settled down, the straw sandals on her feet were bleeding.

Later they found out that the dark-skinned girl was named Pei Qian, and she was Mr. Chen's founding disciple.

After using a girl's unique method to determine the identity of the two strangers, the little girl in black, carrying a golden pole and holding a green bamboo stick, was very reserved at first, but suddenly became lively and said that we, Pei Qian, I'm asking about boxing. I want to give Xiao Naokuo on the ground a hard blow!

The little girl was jumping up and down, chattering all the way, anyway, she was talking about how awesome Pei Qian was.

As a result, Pei Qian held his little head down and said seriously, "We, the sons and daughters of the world, travel the world just to do chivalry and justice, and we cannot live in vain."

Zeng Ye and Ma Duyi, who were both well-informed and well-travelled, were stunned and looked at each other.

Because Zeng Ye and Ma Duyi were not pure martial artists after all, they did not know the many subtleties of the girl jumping off the cliff and "smashing the ground", let alone the height of the boxing technique of "asking the earth with pure physical strength".

Over the years, I have always paid attention to the movements of Mr. Chen and Gu Can. The Shanshui Di newspaper from the Zhenjing Sect would never be missed. Unfortunately, there has been no news from Mr. Chen. Gu Can, on the other hand, was there that year. After the separation in Longzhou, he suddenly changed from the direct disciple of Jiejiang Zhenjun Liu Zhimao to a disciple of Baidi City in the Middle Earth, and he was still a closed disciple!

For many wild cultivators in Shujian Lake, the Baidi City was out of reach and unattainable.

As for City Lord Zheng, who is known as the world's greatest demon master, he is as tall as the sky.

In his early years, he stayed in Qingxia Island. Whenever he saw Gu Can, he would tremble with fear. Later, when he traveled around with Gu Can, the situation improved. In the end, as long as he went out and even felt that he was by Gu Can's side, he could feel more at ease.

Ma Duyi once reminded Zeng Ye, saying that in fact, Gu Can is still Gu Can. He has indeed changed a lot. He has become more disciplined and will do a lot of good things within his ability. Gu Can even does many things, which makes people feel happy and reasonable. I should be happy with him, but I can't think of him as a good person.

As for whether Zeng Ye really listened, Ma Duyi didn't care. She only believed in one thing. As long as Mr. Chen is in the world, Gu Can in the mountains will become "better".

Even if Gu Can successfully reaches the top of Haoran Mountain in the future, there will still be a certain unknown principle in Gu Can's heart.

In fact, Ma Duyi felt a little guilty in her heart for saying those unflattering words to Zeng Ye.

After all, when he traveled around with Gu Can, Ma Duyi was more or less close to Gu Can, and could be considered half a friend.

I have to admit that hanging out with Gu Can is reassuring.

It's like following half of Mr. Chen around the world, just eating and drinking without any worries.

Chen Ping'an left Zhu Xian's Mansion on Qingxia Island and came here. He found that the island owner had been practicing in the house, so he did not disturb the Qingxiu of this fifth-level god. Ma Duyi was playing on the swing in his yard.

Going to the top of the island alone, Chen Ping'an sat on the railing, drank slowly, and looked at a somewhat unfamiliar Shujian Lake.

He had been wandering around here for several years, but it was here that Chen Ping'an understood the truth that the heroism of heaven and earth remains awe-inspiring for thousands of years.

Chen Pingan threw an empty wine flask into the lake.

Everyone was riding in luxury at that time?

If you're talking about the large and small wine tables on the Great Wall of Sword Qi, that's right.

Chen Pingan drank a bottle of wine and passed by a place before going to Yunxia Mountain.

Looking at the bleak scene in front of us, it is hard to imagine that this is Nantang Lake, which was famous in the past.

The big lake has dried up. It is said that the great demon Yangzhi of the old throne sucked up all the water in the lake. Now the water level is less than 10% of what it was back then.

A few years ago, this place was the most beautiful place in Aquarius Island. The Qingmei Temple in Nantang Lake has "the strongest spring in the Thatched Cottage and Meiwu". The scenery is so beautiful that it is said that it took several lifetimes to cultivate this plum blossom.

Every time the plum blossoms bloom in the Taoist temple for thousands of years, there is an endless stream of foreign immortals, emperors, generals, ministers, gentry, and literati, leaving countless poems about plum blossoms.

Over the years, the female nuns at Qingmei Temple have not only spent their spiritual energy and tried their best to use water magic to gather clouds and rain, but they have also been borrowing water from other rivers and moving water in an attempt to fill up a lake again. However, both of these matters progressed slowly. Firstly, the new mountain gods and landowners from several nearby mountains complained, complaining that they acted impartially. After all, it involved the changes in the luck of the mountains and rivers in the place. Furthermore, Guan Neimei The trees were seriously damaged, and filling the mountains with water was not as simple as filling the rivers with water.

Chen Ping'an saw a familiar figure, and she was currently doing what she was best at, turning on the mirror and making money from the gods.

This Fairy Zhou from Qingmei Temple is an expert in mirror flowers and water moons. She is also very good at "borrowing scenery". In the early years, whenever she went to a mountain sect or an immortal mansion, she would use Qingmei Temple's secret copying method to intercept it. , then embed her own figure into the picture, and then send it to those familiar mountain immortals and mountain wealthy people. The last time she traveled to Longzhou, Zhou Qionglin was with Song Yuan and Liu Runyun of Yidai Peak. At that time, Chen Pingan He just happened to have a little black charcoal with a red and swollen face.

At that time, Zhou Qionglin did not want to miss any opportunity to "become friends with friends of friends", so he wanted to use Yidai Peak as a bridge to build a relationship with Luolu Mountain.

At that time, Chen Ping'an didn't like her lack of propriety in doing things, being too deliberate, and easily getting in trouble. He felt that she was too snobbish, and there was nothing wrong with seeking connections, but there was no one like her who was not careful in doing things, so he declined. .

After the two sides separated, Pei Qian secretly told Chen Pingan something that shocked him.

Pei Qian said at the time that she saw that in the heart of that charming and charming sister, there lived many poor little people in shabby clothes, just like herself when she was a child. They were very thin and almost starved to death, and that one My sister was very sad. She didn't dare to look at the children in front of an empty rice bowl.

Pei Qian, who was still a child at that time, didn't quite understand that his few unintentional words would make Master reflect on them in the future.

At this moment, Chen Ping'an was leaning against a withered plum tree, looking at the scene in the mirror, twisting and turning, and somehow it was related to his family's Luo Luoshan.

It turned out that the ceremony was a matter of viewing, and there was a lot of commotion on and off Yizhou Mountain, with countless topics for discussion.

The younger the Qi practitioners, the more disapproving they were. They had a very bad impression of the young swordsman who stole the limelight. He relied on his realm, was arrogant and domineering, and left no room for anything.

In fact, Zhou Qionglin didn't think about how to say good things for Luo Luo Shan at the beginning. It was just a habit. He chatted a few words about his good acquaintance with Chen Jianxian and thought of using it to promote himself. It was an extremely simple road to the world. Count, unexpectedly, it blew up all of a sudden. It was really a mistake, but it did make people spend a lot of money, and said some strange things to that Fairy Zhou. Why did Luo Luoshan recognize his father and like to be a dutiful son?

Immediately, some people started throwing money in agreement, saying something wrong, missing a word, our Fairy Zhou, maybe we have recognized a wealthy godfather.

Zhou Qionglin didn't care at all, her smile remained the same. As long as those guys spent money to curse others, she was very happy.

He only replied, "My dear grandson, you are all right."

Chen Pingan could tell that she really didn't care at all.

After she removed the mirror, she gently shook her fist and encouraged herself. She understood, she had found a way to make a fortune. Next time, she would continue to move out that young swordsman who could not be beaten with eight poles. It would be best. If you talk about the relationship between the two parties more vaguely, you can definitely make more money. I believe that with Chen Ping'an's current prominent status, how could he argue with her, a young monk from Qingmei Temple.

But when Zhou Qionglin looked at the Nantang Lake with clear and shallow water, she was a little confused. Even if she could refill Nantang Lake with water, what about so many dead plum trees? There was also abundant water transport in the old Nantang Lake. She felt desperate and her face suddenly burst into tears.

It seems that there are always some ups and downs in life, and you can't get over them no matter what. Even if you get through it, only the people have passed, not the things.

Zhou Qionglin suddenly raised his head, his face full of bewilderment.

It turned out that in the blink of an eye, a vision of billowing black clouds appeared. The sea of ​​clouds gathered in an instant, and lightning and thunder thundered without any warning. The weather was severe and thrilling.

The sea of ​​clouds covers the hundreds of miles around the waters of the old Nantang Lake, and the day seems like night.

Heavy rain fell on the world, and the water level of Nantang Lake began to rise rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The robe she was wearing could repel water, so she didn't mind the heavy rain.

Chen Pingan hesitated for a moment and did not leave quietly. Instead, he laughed out loud and said: "I happened to pass by your place. What a coincidence. I was able to watch Flowers in the Mirror and Moon in the Mirror for free. I had to thank Fairy Zhou for her kind words for Luo Luoshan. "

Zhou Qionglin, who felt a little guilty, immediately turned his head, wiped the tears on his face, said a blessing to the fallen mountain swordsman, and said with a smile: "I have met Master Chen."

Chen Ping'an said: "I just happened to pass by and encountered such a strange phenomenon in the sky and the earth. Although I didn't get to see the legendary Qingmei scenic spot, it was a worthwhile trip."

Zhou Qionglin blinked. Since the young swordsman didn't want to tell the truth, she had no choice but to pretend to be stupid.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many coincidences in the world.

In fact, in her impression, this young mountain owner has a very average look and feel, very aloof and not approachable at all.

Later, the shocking viewing ceremony and sword questioning made Zhou Qionglin make up his mind not to have anything to do with Luopo Mountain in this life.

As for why Chen Jianxian acted like this today, she couldn't figure it out, and she didn't bother to think about it. Anyway, it couldn't be because of her beauty, otherwise she wouldn't have been turned away back then.

What's more, what if she takes a fancy to it? What is she afraid of?

As long as she can really help Qingmei Temple regain its former glory, she is not afraid of anything and will do whatever she does voluntarily.

A market orphan who crawled around in muddy ditches was brought to Qingmei Temple by his master when he was a young girl. He was finally transformed into a mountain deity who could cherish blessings, be grateful and repay debts.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "If Fairy Zhou doesn't mind it, you can come to our Luolu Mountain as a guest in the future. At that time, you can open the Mirror Flowers and Water Moon in the mountain, and the fairy money earned will be divided into 50 and 50, how about it? But we have agreed in advance that there are several places on the mountain. The place is not suitable for shooting. As for the specific situation, let’s wait until Fairy Zhou goes to Longzhou. At that time, our little steward Nuan Shu and the right protector of Luo Luo Mountain will take you around to choose a suitable landscape. scene."

Zhou Qionglin nodded blankly, somewhat in disbelief.

Chen Ping'an took out the big Li Wuji card and put it to use again, "I can help explain to the mountain gods near Nantang Lake. It's their business to listen or not."

Zhou Qionglin expressed his sincere thanks again.

Chen Pingan continued: "In addition, I may be able to help a little with water transportation and plum trees. Fairy Zhou can wait and see what happens in the future."

The self in the wild world, after a tug-of-war with Feifei, got some luck in the river.

As for the dead plum trees in Qingmei Temple, there are naturally ways to remedy them. After all, I was lucky enough to get to know the old owner of the Plum Garden, Mrs. Blushing Yan.

Zhou Qionglin hesitated to speak.

I really want to ask that young swordsman, what is the purpose of doing this?

Chen Ping'an finally smiled and said: "I have to continue my journey, so I will stay here soon. If I can pass by this place next time, I will go to Qingmei Temple empty-handed to be a guest and ask for a bowl of iced plum soup."

Zhou Qionglin smiled sweetly and nodded gently. After the figure in green shirt disappeared, he raised the back of his hand and rubbed his red eyes.

Some warmth is more shocking than thunder.