Sword of Coming

The graceful and graceful woman of unknown origin looked approvingly in her eyes and said with a smile: "I have a really good memory."

It was just that I heard a voice inside the covered bridge. After many years, I still just heard her words here, and I was sure that it was an old person from back then who came after hearing the voice.

So is it a boy who is nostalgic or is he holding a grudge?

Chen Pingan's face was expressionless as he carefully looked at the woman who was previously called "Aunt Feng".

She is a tall woman, wearing a pair of hiking shoes. She does not wear any waistband that can indicate her status in the officialdom. She has a round collar and brocade clothes, and her clothes are the same as those of the old Xiao Tuanlong.

She has a rosy face with light make-up and dimples all over her face. After drinking, her red lips are so dizzy from the wine.

Chen Ping'an once saw it in a scholar's note. It was a palace model from the ancient Shu Dynasty, named Yichun Face Makeup.

Her hands are soft and soft, and her nails seem to be dyed with mashed cicada sloughs and impatiens flowers. They are extremely red and cute, and were called locust palms in ancient times.

Tie a head of green silk with a colorful knot, and hang the green silk on the chest, like a green waterfall pouring down the mountains.

Chen Ping'an took a closer look at the knot and found that the knot, which was no bigger than a copper coin, was made of nearly a hundred slender silk threads of different colors.

It seems that all the colors of the world are contained in this colorful rope.

The most mysterious thing is that Aunt Feng doesn't have any spiritual energy ripples on her body, and she doesn't use any immortal methods, but her whole person is always spotless.

It's like she is not in the world at all, but a tourist traveling far away in the long river of time, just deliberately letting people see her figure.

As for the other young Da Li monks on the roof, Chen Ping'an was certainly interested, but he was not too distracted. Anyway, he only had a few glances from the corner of his eye, and he could see everything at a glance.

Those six young men carefully cultivated by Da Li were worthy of being dead warriors who had been fighting for a long time. The moment Chen Ping'an appeared, none of the six monastic geniuses with their own code names showed any signs of losing their minds. This shows his tenacity.

The young woman with the word "Wu" engraved on her waistband did not need to step on the gang or recite incantations. She formed a small world to protect the seven people. On the ridge of the roof, it was like a miniature mirage. A fairy palace was transformed into a fairy palace. The mountains and soil were all red, and the rocks were stacked like clouds. The purple air was rising in the Lingzhen cave house. The jade chamber in Qiongtai and the pavilion were bright and bright, row upon row. Everywhere was shining with precious light, and there was a sound in it. Lingbao sings praises, and the sound of nature is ethereal, like an ancient commanding house and the seat of immortality that leads all the mountains.

The little girl with the "Xu" waist badge has her hands glowing with treasure and covered with cloud-patterned talismans, somewhat similar to the skills of a tailor.

On her slender shoulders appeared a being similar to the Dharma. It was extremely small, no more than an inch tall. It had the appearance of a young man and was extraordinary. He carried a sword, wore red clothes, a hibiscus crown on his head, and embroidered seams with snow-white dragon beads.

The little monk, wearing plain gauze Zen clothes, hung a "Chen" sign on his waist. He opened one eye and closed one eye. Where he closed his eyes, a whirlpool of lightning and thunder appeared, and a flat mirror surface appeared under his feet. , among the dots of light, lotus flowers are constantly sprouting up, swaying, blooming and falling, withering and falling into the water, and then standing gracefully and blooming, again and again.

At noon, the Talisman Formation Master refined an entire ancient cave with incomplete avenues. Xu, the military monk, maybe because he is young and his body is not yet ready for hard work, only his arms can be used for sewing for the time being, but he is able to rely on some kind of gifted military magical power to go beyond the rules and order an order. The ghost of an ancient swordsman. Chen, possesses a kind of Buddhist magical power of mindfulness and pure visualization.

The remaining three people, the sword cultivator "Mao", the Confucian Qi practitioner "You", and the Taoist monk "Wei" all concealed themselves very well and were not in a hurry to use their methods.

Aunt Feng looked around and said with a sweet smile: "I'm just here to catch up with half of my fellow villagers. You don't have to be so nervous. Put away all your scare tactics."

The six people were indifferent, obviously not following her orders. Aunt Feng is not annoyed, there is nothing she can do, she is just an anonymous preacher, and she is too lazy. After so many years of teaching Taoism and magical powers, she is a typical example of ineffective work, if it were not for someone's supervision in the past, plus every The results will be tested after a period of time. She can just throw out a few booklets and give up. Whether she succeeds or not depends on her understanding and predisposition, and it has nothing to do with her. Just like now, when the six children were disobedient, Aunt Feng let them put up a fight. Anyway, she was not the one who wasted energy and energy. She continued to look at Chen Pingan and asked with a smile: "Don't blame me for persuading you back then. Stop?"

Chen Ping'an put his hands on his sleeves, and there were seven people, including Aunt Feng, to show his sincerity and said with a smile: "How dare you blame the seniors."

Aunt Feng smiled, "Hey, we meet again tonight. She looks friendly and looks like a senior and a junior, but from the tone of her voice, there is something in her words. The Sword Immortal has quite a temperament."

Chen Pingan asked in his heart: "Senior, are you familiar with Mr. Qi?"

Aunt Feng found it interesting and did not give an answer. She smiled and asked: "Since you have become the old scholar's disciple, Qi Jingchun is your senior brother. Why are you still calling Mr. Qi now?"

Chen Ping'an held up his sleeves with his hands, intertwined his fingers, his body was slightly stooped, and he said with a smile: "I do, I can call you whatever you like. Senior, even if he is in charge of heaven and earth, he really has nothing to do with this matter."

Aunt Feng clicked her tongue and said: "After all, as you grow up, your temper also improves. I remember that when you were a child, you were very talkative."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "To be honest, senior, I am actually very talkative now."

Aunt Feng raised her hand and gently twisted the colorful knot with her fingers, smiling without saying a word.

Chen Pingan followed without speaking.

The atmosphere was a little cold for a while.

On the covered bridge road, five people opened their mouths one after another. Old man Yang from the drug store was the last one, and he was the only one whose identity Chen Ping'an could confirm at that time.

This Aunt Feng was the first person to speak when Chen Pingan was moving forward step by step. She whispered softly and was naturally captivating. She advised the young man to kneel down and he would have good luck.

In her words back then, apart from the familiar old man Yang, she was the least arrogant compared to the tone of the other four, just like... a woman with spring resentment living in the mountains, leisurely When I had nothing to do, I raised the flower curtain and saw the flowers swaying in the wind in the courtyard. I dispersed my laziness a little, got a little interested, and said casually, don't leave the branches in a hurry.

The second person to speak was quite rude and called Chen Ping'an an ordinary person and quickly knelt down.

The third person's tone was calm, as if he was saying a truth that is a matter of course. The fourth person, with a vicissitudes of voice and an old-fashioned tone, finally warned Chen Ping'an that if God does not take what he wants, he will be punished.

However, the minds of the immortal gods are unpredictable, their thoughts are deep, and their plans are often involved for hundreds of years. Therefore, those who speak harshly may not be malicious, and those who are gentle and gentle may not be well-intentioned.

The murderer was vicious, even if his voice was laughing, it was full of murderous intent. The auspicious person is peaceful, even if he is sleeping in his dream, he is still peaceful.

In short, no one, including Old Man Yang, wanted him to move on. Perhaps no one thinks that a mud-legged man from Mu Ping Lane who broke the Changsheng Bridge is qualified, capable, and blessed to bear the great cause and effect.

Except Mr. Qi.

Chen Ping'an suddenly turned his head and looked at the formation master woman.

She immediately put away one of her natal magical powers and did not dare to look at this person's state of mind.

Just now she could only vaguely see a well between heaven and earth in her heart.

When the man in green shirt standing on the eaves looked towards him, in his mind's eye, at the mouth of the well, there seemed to be a pair of mighty golden eyes, which were even more pure than the gold and copper coins. He even turned his back on the guest, examining the mind of her as a spy.

She knew very well that this was Chen Ping'an reminding herself not to look at what she shouldn't look at.

When she looks at people, she can vaguely see a vague mental state. This is something she is born with, and it is just a matter of course.

Just like whether a person can climb mountains and practice cultivation, it depends on whether God is willing to reward him with this bowl of immortal rice.

Apart from sword cultivation, Fu Lu Yi Yi and Wang Qi Yi are both relatively difficult to learn. They rely more on the innate aptitude of the Qi practitioner. Whether they are good or not depends on whether the ancestor will reward him or not.

The so-called inspection qualifications of the Qin Tianjian Qi Practitioners are based on various innate bones.

After the birth of all children in Lizhu Dongtian, the natal porcelain is fired, and a drop of blood essence is dripped into it. This is a method of inspection to determine the level of a person's future achievements on the great road, with extremely small errors.

Lizhu Cave Heaven has existed for three thousand years, and Da Li was founded only a few hundred years ago. It was originally a vassal vassal of the Lu Dynasty, so who handed over the ownership of Li Zhu Cave Heaven to the Da Li Song family? Who taught this key technique that helped Da Li rise rapidly in the northern land of Yizhou? There are no written records of historical mysteries, large or small. Senior brother Cui Chan and student Cui Dongshan seem to be abiding by some kind of contract. As long as they are related to Lizhu Cave Sky, they do not mention a word about them.

The small town in my hometown is not big. It is a small cave, with a radius of thousands of miles, but only a few thousand people.

Cui Dongshan once ridiculed Lizhu Dongtian, saying that he was the only one in the world who had shallow water and many bastards, and was a small demon with a strong wind. Just after saying these words, Cui Dongshan immediately clasped his hands together, raised them high above his head, shook them vigorously, and muttered words.

The female formation master with the word "Wu" said from her heart to a colleague: "It is generally certain that Chen Pingan has no malicious intent or murderous intentions towards us. But I cannot guarantee that this is definitely the truth."

Swordsman "Mao" asked the young girl who was a military monk: "What are the chances of winning?"

The little girl said: "Chop melons and vegetables."

Then he added the word, "Be."

In fact, this seemingly innocent girl is the brains of the six people.

The other five people are not in the Great Li Capital City, they are considered to be on another hilltop.

The sword cultivator asked the young Taoist priest again, "What is the result of the divination?"

The Taoist priest laughed angrily and said: "It's like hitting a wall. Fortunately, this swordsman didn't care about anything, otherwise I would have to spit out all the wine I drank. It's no big deal to fill a pot."

The sword cultivator thought for a moment and said, "Then remove the formation."

He is obviously the leader among the group. He is not yet young and has not the highest level of cultivation, but he is the real backbone.

When the sword cultivator made such a decision, the female formation master, the military girl and the young monk all put away their magical powers without hesitation.

Chen Ping'an took advantage of the situation and glanced at the young swordsman. His facial features were somewhat similar to someone's. Not surprisingly, his surname was Song, and his surname was Guo.

The sword cultivator was the only one sitting on the roof. After looking at each other with Chen Ping'an, he remained calm, as if he didn't know the master of Luoluo Mountain at all.

Chen Ping'an stepped forward in one step, leaving the highest eaves, and landed on the ridge. Looking level with Aunt Feng, he continued to ask in his heart: "Senior, before coming to the capital of Great Li, did you stay in the Lizhu Cave Celestial Body for a long time to understand the way of heaven? "

Aunt Feng shook her head and smiled: "It is not suitable and dare not stay for a long time. You were young at that time and had never climbed a mountain, so you may not know very well. Qi Jingchun's temper is only good to you, and to us survivors and prisoners with unjust names. , the thief, the control is much stricter, so I stay more in Zhenwu Mountain and visit occasionally. Before Qi Jingchun took over Dongtian, the saints of the past dynasties were still relatively loose. I would either take people away from Lizhu Dongtian, such as Cao Hang , Yuan Yu, or occasionally bring outsiders into the cave, such as Gu Can's father. But don't worry, I have nothing to do with that Ma Kuxuan of Xinghua Lane. I don't like it, I don't dislike it, it's just good or bad. Of course, this It’s just my perception, the others are all in their own eyes.”

Chen Pingan believed what she said, not just intuition, but also enough context and clues to support this feeling.

To use an official analogy, Ma Kuxuan, the proud son of heaven, is like a son of a wealthy family who has a very wealthy ancestor. He has the power to influence the local officialdom and has the potential to segregate vassal towns, but he will definitely not be able to mobilize a minister in Beijing.

Aunt Feng smiled and asked, "Chen Pingan, do you already know my identity?"

Chen Ping'an didn't hide it, nodded and said: "If I just heard the name 'Aunt Feng', I wouldn't be so sure, but when I see the knot with my own eyes, there will be no doubt."

Being so old, of course you have to call me senior.

She smiled sweetly and said: "I have a good memory and good eyesight. No wonder you are so polite to me."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Senior, please answer my previous question."

She asked: "Is it important whether you are familiar with Qi Jingchun or not?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "For me, it's actually okay, but for seniors, it may be very important."

She stretched out her hand and patted her heart, with a look of resentment on her face, pretending to be frightened, "Threatening me? What should a forty-year-old junior do to scare a senior who is several years older?"

The other six people were not at a high level, so naturally they couldn't listen to what Chen Pingan and Aunt Feng were saying. They could only watch a play on the wall, trying their best to find the truth through the subtle changes in their eyes and faces.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "This is how senior has wronged someone."

How can it be called a threat? It's a matter of talking about it.

The Aunt Feng in front of me is the God of Sifeng, to be precise, one of them.

That's why she appears to be so independent and spotless. The reason couldn't be simpler. The winds of the world must obey her orders.

As for the twenty-four flower trade winds, they are naturally within her jurisdiction.

Chen Ping'an served as a hermit official and took charge of the summer palace. Only then did he see several entries about "Aunt Feng", which roughly explained her background.

Aunt Feng smiled and said: "A sword cultivator at the Jade Pu Realm, and a Taoist monk at the Ascension Realm, he speaks with toughness."

Chen Pingan nodded and said with a smile: "The wind is passing through the world, the red flags are not upright, and the green trees are still there. It is indeed not as tough as the predecessors."

Aunt Feng's initiative to show up here is most likely to stand up for the Song family in Dali, which is equivalent to an invisible provocation.

Chen Ping'an didn't think that her arrival was a surprise to her.

If the appearance of Dong Hu, the Minister of Rites, is a sign of goodwill. So Aunt Feng's appearance is indeed a very tough style.

It's as if you are telling yourself that you, Chen Ping'an, don't know the details of the Song family in Dali and this capital at all, so don't even think about running amok here.

Although this Aunt Feng had not taken advantage of the opportunity to fill her vacancy and become one of the twelve high-ranking gods ten thousand years ago, an ancient military book called "Tai Gong Yin Fu" in the summer palace recorded an ancient event, but it has been lost for a long time. Tell the past in a "wonderful" way. According to legend, there were once seven high-ranking divine kings with prominent positions. They each led their tribes to help the human race conquer the sky. Most of them died in the war. Only a few high-ranking ones remained, and they led their troops to live in the ancestral home of the Haoran military family. The gods and heavenly officials of the Immortal Class each perform a part of the operation of the great road.

It's just that the so-called high-ranking divine kings in the book have not clearly identified their identities. It is even harder to say whether they belong to the earliest twelve high-ranking gods.

Assuming that the Zhongtu Military Academy's ancestral court is the main gate of a large house, then the Zhenwu Mountain and Fengxue Temple's ancestral palaces are just side entrances opened up, and these ancient gods can also enter and exit them.

In addition, an ancient collection of articles similar to those of gods and monsters recorded in detail the largest catastrophe and catastrophe in the history of Baihua Blessed Land. It was this "Aunt Feng" who came to the blessed land. She was resentfully called the "maidservant of the Feng family" by the flower god of the blessed land. She came to visit as a guest and walked through the mountains and rivers of the blessed land. Wherever she went, strong winds blew, howling, and flowers withered. . Therefore, at the end of that ancient book, there was also a powerful statement, saying that he would fight to the death with Aunt Feng for the sake of all flowers in the world.

At that time, when Chen Ping'an was at his summer palace and had free time during the war, he would have a pot of wine and a plate of peanuts, and use these long-dusted old yellow calendars as food and drinks.

For example, there is no record about Aunt Feng in the Records of Mountains and Seas and Supplementary Records, as well as in the countless literati's notes in the world.

There are secret files with clear written records. Except for the Merit Forest of the Chinese Confucian Temple, there is absolutely no book in any library anywhere else in the world, even among the thousand-year-old nobles of the mountain sects and human dynasties. If future generations want to know, they can only know it through word of mouth from their ancestors, and they must ensure that it is not heard by the Confucian Academy. Otherwise, even the head of a sect or the head of a family will have to go to the Merit Forest of the Confucian Temple to play chess. , drank.

Among the supporters of this female wind god, there are many talented and powerful emperors and monarchs in history. For example, among them is the city lord of Night Ship and the chief of the Sishui pavilion who once killed the white snake.

Aunt Feng suddenly said: "I almost forgot that you were the last hidden official of the Sword Qi Great Wall."

In fact, in the past few decades before Lizhu Cave Sky shattered and fell to the ground, for an ancient existence like her, unless it was a critical moment or a critical node, she would not have been willing to look at it more. Maybe it was just Just scan through it and make sure you have a rough idea of ​​every living being at the moment. Then at most, each of them will make their own bets. It may be due to interest, or it may be a competition of vision and who to compete with.

Chen Ping'an smiled, but the cliche didn't work. Both parties seemed to be making trouble. Maybe it was because they didn't come to the house to drink. They could invite Senior Aunt Feng to the inn to have a drink and reminisce about the past.

Aunt Feng remembered something and seemed a little surprised by Chen Ping'an's patience, "I don't think I'll ask the other immortals who spoke back then, what are their backgrounds and what do they want?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and smiled: "If the senior is willing to say it, the junior will certainly be grateful. If the senior is not willing to say it, the junior will naturally not be able to force it."

She stretched out her fingers and tapped her cheek lightly, squinting her eyes and smiling, as if she was hesitating whether to reveal the secret.

Ma Kuxuan in Xinghua Lane, Song Jixin in Muping Lane, Zhao Yao in Fulu Street, Xie Ling in Taoye Lane... these are just the youngest generation of Lizhu Cave Heaven. Going up, everyone still has their own bets. , some are just out of sheer boredom, and when they see someone they like, they just go along with it and give them a helping hand, and some have a plan, and they have hidden connections for thousands of miles. For example, one of the old guys is a contemporary ancestor of the lineage of dragon breeders in the human world. His family ancestors have made contributions to raising dragons. Back then, this man concealed his identity and rushed all the way from the Divine Continent of the Middle Earth to the Aquarius Continent. He isolated the secrets of heaven and hid in that group. Among the dragon-slaying Qi practitioners.

Aunt Feng suddenly suppressed her smile and said for no reason, "It's really not tiring to carry a girl you like on your back no matter how far you go. I was very courageous at that time, but why am I less timid now that my realm is high?" I feel anxious for you."

Chen Ping'an's face changed slightly.

When Aunt Feng saw the swordsman in green shirt at this moment, she finally felt a little familiar, and finally looked a bit like the young boy he used to be.

Yo, I felt guilty and blushed.

It's strange, isn't it said that Chen Yinguan of the Sword Qi Great Wall can guard the city for another 10,000 years just by relying on his face?

Chen Pingan no longer stooped deliberately, took a deep breath, cupped his fists in salute, and smiled brightly, "Thank you, senior, for your care and protection."

Aunt Feng nodded and understood. She was indeed a smart and thoughtful person, and she had been away from home for many years at a young age, so she had managed to maintain her precocious wisdom. Qi Jingchun had really good vision.

There are some scenes and time scrolls in Lizhu Cave. After Qi Jingchun makes that decision, it is destined that not everyone can see them.

As she said herself before, Qi Jingchun's temper is really not very good.

After Qi Jingchun took the boy to the Corridor Bridge, he made a rule with everyone: take care of your eyes and never look at the boy from Mud Bottle Alley again.

One of the old guys broke the rules and was once punished by Qi Jingchun to the point where he almost wanted to take the initiative and reincarnate.

She is the only exception.

It's not that she is optimistic about Chen Ping'an or has any bets, but it's the allusion to the "dragon girl who burned mugwort on her forehead" in her early years, because she once protected many real dragons in the world.

Aunt Feng nodded and said softly, "Here in the capital, I have a place to stay at the Fire Temple."

Chen Pingan clasped his fists and said, "I have to go back to my private matters. I must go over there to pay my respects to my senior."

She reminded: "Before you come, remember to say hello. There is someone who has wanted to see you for a long time. It is not easy for him every time he goes out. He has to report to the Ministry of Etiquette."

Chen Ping'an actually had a few expected candidates in mind, such as shopkeeper Yang of the medicine shop in his hometown, and Su Gaoshan, the general who accompanied the emperor's temple.

It's just that seniors don't need to talk about these clever things. They will meet sooner or later anyway.

For the first time, Aunt Feng's eyes were extremely humane and gentle, and she sighed, "It's not easy to get to this point in just a few decades. I'm leaving, I won't delay your business."

Chen Ping'an is straightening his clothes.

Wearing a green shirt, he bowed and saluted.

In the past, there was a lot of spring breeze in my hometown.

There was a year when spring left very late and summer came very late in the world.

Aunt Feng dealt with it calmly.

He helped Qi Jingchun so much, but it didn't matter if he was just thanked by his junior brother. It didn't cost him anything.

Before leaving, Aunt Feng and this young man who had never let Qi Jingchun down, reminded her in her heart: "Besides me, you have to be careful. By the way, one of them is in the capital."

Chen Pingan straightened up and said with a smile: "Juniors have always been very careful, so they should be careful too."

Aunt Feng nodded, and flew away like a rabbit and a falcon, neither fast nor slow, not at all lightning-fast.

Chen Ping'an was filled with emotion. It turned out that his senior was also an expert who was proficient in falling situations and liked to hide his clumsiness.

The last scene on the rooftop, where Chen Pingan and Aunt Feng bowed, surprised these young geniuses.

I thought that such a sect master of Luoluoshan who was causing trouble in Zhengyang Mountain would start a riot when he arrived in Dali Capital City.

As a result, when I met Aunt Feng, she was so respectful and respectful. In her words, she always adhered to the courtesy of a junior, but she still wanted to give such a big gift?

In fact, among the preachers, this woman spent the longest time with the eleven people, but she did not teach any advanced Taoism. She only taught a few escape techniques to the eleven people.

The little girl's eyes widened, she turned around, she stretched her neck quickly, smiled and waved and called out: "Aunt Feng, Aunt Feng, I'll treat you to a nice drink later. The immortal wine from Changchun Palace is very expensive."

The young monk clasped his hands together, nodded towards Aunt Feng's retreating figure, and said, "Monks don't lie, Aunt Feng is so beautiful tonight."

The sword cultivator stretched out his fingers and put them between his eyebrows. There were so many like-minded colleagues here, but he had no eyes to see or ears to hear.

However, as long as you are not a fool, you should understand one thing before you realize it. Everyone before has definitely underestimated the realm and identity of Aunt Feng.

Chen Ping'an is about to leave. There is nothing to talk about with these Taoist geniuses. They are just going their separate ways on the single-plank bridge Yangguan Road.

As long as the Dali Song family is not crazy, they will not let this group of young geniuses with promising prospects come to trouble them.

Unexpectedly, the sword cultivator cupped his fists and said, "Sword cultivator Song Xu is from the capital, and I have met Master Chen."

Chen Ping'an had no choice but to stop, nodded with a smile and said: "A Jindan sword cultivator who is less than twenty years old will have a formidable future."

Song Xu looked awkward.

Now that Song Xu, who is the leader, has signed up for his number, the other five people have followed suit. After all, the opportunity is rare, and it is profitable to chat with this famous Yinguan.

The Confucian Qi practitioner called Mr. Chen and claimed to be a scholar from Jiu Shan Ya Academy in Da Li. He did not go to Sui Dynasty to continue his studies. He had served as a monk accompanying the army for several years.

The young formation master, a woman named Han Zhoujin, said that she came from the blessed land of Qingtan under the jurisdiction of Shen Gaozong.

The little girl from the military family's surname is Yu. As expected, this Tianlu Pavilion is considered her family's territory.

The Taoist priest has a public status and serves as the Taoist priest of the capital. He is a Jurong native in the southeastern boundary of Aquarius Island, and his name is Ge Ling.

The young monk wearing plain gauze Zen clothes claimed to be the young novice monk of the Bible Translation Bureau.

The little girl seemed to be in a good mood, and said a few more words with a smile, "Master Chen, I heard that your old man had a fight with Cao Ci in Gongdelin. It was shocking. He beat the man who I heard was very handsome and punched very gracefully. Cao Ci’s face is swollen, do you think you are proud of your defeat?"

Chen Ping'an has never seen such a little girl who doesn't know how to chat. She scolds both of them? Do you think you are Gu Jianlong?

Besides, the chat these guys had before taking the throne was not too polite. If I remember correctly, it was this carefree little girl who threatened to meet me for a while. I couldn't miss it when I passed by! Listening to Ge Ling's words again, it seems that she once had a fistfight with Pei Qian in the capital, but it turned out that for a full month afterwards, she shouted "Gan'er hurts, Gan'er hurts" every day. When Han Zhoujin said something fair and said, "Our hidden official is not bad in appearance," the little girl started to thimble again and said, "Sister Han, your eyes are so ordinary."

So Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "In the world of martial arts, disaster comes from the mouth. If you talk too much, you will make mistakes."

This is still an unfamiliar relationship, otherwise if it were his founding disciple, he would often squat outside the shop in Qilong Lane, press the mouth of a dog's head lying on the ground, and teach the Zuo Guardian of Qilong Lane to let him From now on, when you go from house to house, don't make random noises and be careful with what you say. I know many friends from all walks of life who kill pigs and dogs and open butcher shops. Once the knife is cut, they will be lying on the chopping board. Ah, you talk without even farting. Not convinced, right...

As for why Chen Ping'an was able to know the conversation here so well, it was of course due to the magical power of Jing Zhongyue's flying sword.

This natal flying sword can be transformed into many swords. The number depends on Chen Ping'an's level.

After Chen Ping'an entered the capital, he used several flying swords transformed from the moon in the well and flew secretly.

Han Zhoujin glanced at the moonlight on the branches of an ancient cypress not far away, and quipped, "Mr. Chen is already a swordsman in the upper five realms. Isn't it appropriate to act like this?"

"It is essential to be on guard against others, and you must be careful to sail a ship that lasts forever."

Chen Pingan looked calm, raised his sleeves, waved casually, and put a sword light into his sleeves.

The sword light seemed to have already blended with the moonlight, so there was no trace left.

Song Xu was filled with admiration. He is a sword cultivator, so he knows the weight of Chen Ping'an's hand best.

Anyone who is a swordsman can do this by turning the flying sword into nothingness and hiding it somewhere.

However, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth is not static and flows erratically. If the talisman is refined into the sword and the sword intention is melted, it is just that the superposition of this kind of magic has advantages and disadvantages. The advantage is that it is difficult to find traces, and the trajectory of the flying sword is more concealed. , the disadvantage is that it damages the "purity" of the flying sword and affects its killing power.

And Chen Ping'an's sword light was like a long river of time, with fish swimming in it.

Like a fish swimming in the clouds and water.

Just by shaking his hand, Yin Guan let Song Xu know the difference.

In short, if Chen Pingan really wants to commit murder tonight, just like Yu Yu said before, he can kill melons and vegetables at will.

Of course, they are not without some "unreasonable" back-up tactics, but against this hidden official of the Sword Qi Great Wall, it is true that they have no chance of winning.

There is nothing embarrassing to admit. Anyway, the five sword immortal embryos of Jia Shen Zhang are the top geniuses in the entire wild world. They even failed to succeed in a carefully laid ambush.

And the six of them are, after all, just the so-called top leaders in a continent.

Chen Pingan thought that he had become familiar with them and planned to leave. After all, Dong Hu was still waiting at the entrance of the alley. Chen Pingan was willing to miss the old waiter whom he had met when he was a boy.

Ge Ling called Chen Jianxian.

Chen Ping'an asked doubtfully: "Is there anything else?"

Ge Ling pointed at a place and said helplessly: "What can happen to Xiaodao's shallow Taoism? It's just Chen Jianxian's other flying sword. Can he put it away? Xiaodao's back is chilly and he always feels scared."

Chen Pingan nodded and praised: "The little fairy's eyes are as bright as a torch, and it is like opening the eyes of the sky."

Ge Ling clasped his hands on his chest, shook it slightly, and said with a smile: "Chen Jianxian praised me so much that I don't dare to take it seriously. But I can borrow Chen Jianxian's auspicious words so that I can be promoted to Immortal Lord as soon as possible."

"Easy to say, easy to talk to. If you are compatible, I will give you a lot of good words."

Chen Ping'an smiled and waved again, a sword light gathered into his sleeve, and then another one.

There were a total of six sword rays before and after. Six people on the roof, everyone has a share.

Ge Ling and Han Zhoujin, the formation master, looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

The two of them, among the six, are already considered the best monks at detecting the flow of spiritual energy in the world and looking for clues.

The little girl turned her head. This time she learned the lesson and looked away. She muttered again: "It's so sinister and dishonest. They are all sword immortals, and they still bully us little earth immortals like this."

Chen Pingan stretched out a finger, tapped his ear, and said with a smile: "This girl would rather hit someone than curse someone, and curse someone without being heard. This is still the old rule in the world."

The little girl pecked at the rice, "Although I don't know why Chen Jianxian is so nagging, I think it makes sense."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Excellent, excellent. Being able to receive kind words and kind words is like a city man who accumulates a lot of baht and becomes a rich man by himself."

Talking about money, right? She liked hearing this, and immediately became more fond of the swordsman in blue shirt.

Ge Ling said with a smile: "Chen Jianxian actually passed by Xiaoguan before, and the path was temporarily practiced there. There is still tea for guests."

It refers to the small Taoist temple under the Chongxu Bureau that manages the affairs of the Taoist sect in the capital.

Chen Ping'an didn't have any polite words, so he said it was better to forget it and stop staying here. His figure disappeared in a flash on the roof of Tianlu Pavilion.

As soon as Chen Ping'an left, there was still silence. After a while, the young Taoist priest put away his magical power and said that he should really leave. The little girl sighed, looked at the Confucian Qi practitioner, and said, I am holding Chen Ping's hand. Ping An has talked so much, how many words has he said, and it still doesn't work?

The latter shook his head and said all the words without moving a muscle.

As a result, another sword light flashed.

The young monk clasped his hands together and said, "Buddha, please pray that nothing will happen tonight. I will go to the merit box to donate incense and money tomorrow."

Yu Yu stamped her foot, "Aren't you annoying? I finally understand why Jia Shen's account is at a loss. You are so high-ranking, but you are still so unskilled in doing things."

Song Xu reminded with a smile: "Mr. Chen's cultivation level was actually not high when he was ambushed on the Sword Qi Great Wall."

The group of them didn't bother to change places, so they all sat down on the roof, drinking and practicing.

According to the plan of the national master Cui Cheng, within the next hundred years, a sect will suddenly appear in the southern border of Aquarius Continent, with eleven Qi practitioners, at least Yupu realm, plus a Zhiming martial artist. Found a sect and create a sect. Everyone present, plus the other five, will be the founder.

Every sect leader must be a disciple of the Confucian Academy, and must at least be a gentleman.

What you, the Chinese Confucian Temple, are too embarrassed to do, I, the Great Li Dynasty, will start with and try it out to see the effect.

Haoran Tianxia does not need to deny all the strategies that Wenhai Zhoumi gave back then.

Ruining things because of people is contrary to the knowledge of work.

Han Zhoujin lay back and murmured with a smile: "Yin Guan is indeed good-looking."

Yu Yu sat cross-legged and rolled her eyes.

The last sword light disappeared quietly.

It seemed that the female formation master's sincere and unintentional words scared away a flying sword from the young hidden official.

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Dong Hu was left aside by the young mountain master earlier. The old servant felt helpless, but he was not too angry. What he discussed with the mountain master tonight was of great importance. Let alone wait for an hour and a half, Chen Ping'an would He never came back, so he waited until dawn without even a word of complaint from the old man.

Dong Hu glanced at the alley not far away. The old Yuanying named Liu Gao in the Ministry of Rites files was standing there with his eyes closed and meditating, practicing. Why don't you get a promotion?

As for the young man from the Zhao family in Tianshui, he was squatting on the ground eating a handful of peanuts. When he caught the sight of the old servant, he extended his hand. Dong Hu smiled and waved his hand. Eat, eat, eat, your grandfather and father are both fat.

It seemed that although the old servant had no complaints, he did have some resentment.

I really don’t know what the Imperial Master was thinking back then, finding such an old antique who only knew how to practice behind closed doors to guard the courtyard. He is a reclusive person who never takes a step out of the alley all year round. But what about this kid Zhao Duanming, who doesn't talk to this preacher about outside things?

The young man said with a playful smile: "Grandpa Dong, don't look at me. It's not like you don't know. Every time I go out, I only look for Drunkard Cao to eat, drink, chat and spank. I don't talk about business at all. Besides, from now on, If something comes out of someone's mouth, how serious can it be?"

Dong Hu, an old servant, according to official rules, although he has a good relationship with the Tianshui Zhao family, he cannot be regarded as the Tianshui Zhao family's spokesperson in the temple. In fact, among the surnames of the Shangzhu Kingdom, the Zhao family has little official status in the capital. Portion. Because Tianshui Zhao's officialdom in Dali was mainly in the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of Works, and neither of them stood out, and no one became the chief official.

However, the horse administration of the Dali court has always been firmly controlled by the Tianshui Zhao family, so the relationship with the border troops can be imagined.

The old minister was naturally familiar with Zhao Duanming, a Taoist monk who had clearly given up his future identity as the head of the Tianshui family. Over there in Yichi Alley, he would see each other every time he went door to door during festivals and festivals. This child was very naughty and had been a particularly capable person since he was a child. The master of creation, when he was a child, he often led a group of his peers from Yichi Lane to fight in a mighty manner, fighting against the generals who were about the same age from Chi'er Street.

These two streets with the longest history in Dali have their own child kings from generation to generation.

There are only a few children who have never had a bruise or a swollen face when they were young. They all have their own dog-headed military advisers who are responsible for reading military books and helping to arrange troops. However, if there is a fight, there will be no rules and regulations.

For example, people a generation older than Zhao Duanming, Cao Gengxin, Liu Xunmei, etc. are in the same situation.

But Cao Gengxin is the most insidious guy. He specializes in building relationships with the girls in two streets. Before every fight, he will tip off the sisters and ask for money from their sisters, saying that he can lead people to secretly protect so-and-so. , which can guarantee that so and so will receive less punches and at least be able to go home standing. This guy also has a business acumen. At a young age, he knew how to hire people to make wooden swords and bamboo swords. Every time he fanned the flames and caused a fight, he started to distribute the weapons. Of course, they were leasing them, and they had to pay. If the fight was interrupted in the middle, they would pay.

Because children born in Yichi Lane, their ancestors were often beaten to death by the people from Chier Street because their ancestors had more official titles.

As for Yuan Zhengding, who is about the same age as Cao Gengxin, he has not liked to get involved in such messy things since he was a child, which is extremely special.

Even earlier, there was the hunting envoy Cao Peng and his gang. During his lifetime, Mr. Guan loved to watch these fights. The most damaging thing was that the old man kept a row of abandoned things at the back door of Guan's house all year round. Bricks, no charge, just take them away.

This is how Dong Hu himself came here. From his sons to his grandsons and even his granddaughters, no matter whether he likes fighting or not, there is no shortage of those who beat and those who are beaten. Every time the children are king in the battlefield, they will be beaten. Soldiers, anyone who dares not to go will be excluded afterwards. Therefore, there has always been a saying in Dali official circles that those who have not borrowed the Guan family's bricks will generally not have great prospects.

Dong Hu thinks that such a large Li Jingcheng is very good.

In the two streets and alleys, there are the sounds of childish reading and the sounds of fighting and shouting.

Dong Hu was getting old after all, and he was not in the court anyway, so he was squatting on the roadside with his back against the corner.

Liu Gao opened his eyes and said with a smile: "For such a high-ranking official as the minister, he can squat on the ground. It's disrespectful and unbecoming."

After all, the old monk was not blind or deaf. No matter how little he paid attention to the outside world, he still had some gossip about his friends.

I only heard that this old minister, who spent half his life in the yamen of the Ministry of Rites, had a hard-kneed knee in the officialdom and had an average reputation. He was a hard-working minister.

Of course, as a layman in these official matters, he would not really think that this high official must be a coward because he never said harsh words.

After all, there are too many ruthless people in the Dali officialdom, especially the temples in the capital, and there are many people who don't say ruthless words but only do ruthless things.

Dong Hu said angrily: "I'm not a god like you who doesn't need to eat. I have to poop every day. I don't know how to squat or stand to poop, huh?"

Tonight, His Majesty the Emperor urgently summoned him to the palace to discuss matters, and then he was faced with such a difficult task. The longer the old minister waited, the worse his mood gradually became, especially the Queen Mother's peach blossom eyes, which were so narrow that they were penetrating.

But in fact, Dong Hu's impression of the young mountain owner of Luolu Mountain was exactly the same. Dong Hu even always felt that the old Li Zhu Cave had really good Feng Shui.

There are so many talented people with such talent.

The Ministry of Rites is in charge of the landscape of a country, and he is also the minister, so he knows a lot about the inside story.

Even the unruly and unruly Ma Kuxuan never slacked off during the battles.

In addition, there are Zhao Yao, who is already an official in the capital, and Lin Shouyi, who is now in the capital. Which one is not a genius among geniuses?

Liu Ga smiled and said: "Then the minister will continue to squat and drink from the northwest wind."

Dong Hu turned around and said angrily: "Duan Ming, come and crack some peanuts."

Zhao Duanming flicked his wrist, stood up and clapped his hands, "No."

Liu Kao stroked his beard and smiled. He is a good disciple and has the same heart as his master.

In fact, Chen Ping'an had already returned to the alley, but he was not in a hurry to show up. He didn't mean to put on airs, he just wanted to see more of the old waiter's patience.

Conscience is in the clear night air.

The drinking party that had been held by the river as bright as day finally broke up. The young officials held back the smell of alcohol and said goodbye to the senior officials with bigger official hats. They waited until they were gone. , immediately covered his mouth with his hand, ran all the way to the river, squatted and vomited on his stomach, retching until tears came out.

Drinking makes me feel uncomfortable, and my heart feels even worse.

Han Chuang studied hard for twenty years and finally became an official, but he had to smile with others at the wine table like this.

The old man from his hometown squatted aside and patted the young man's back gently.

This young man was praised by the great Li Shilin as a handsome man whose articles were as white as snow.

If you don't have enough talent, you just accept your fate. However, you are obviously a talented person, but you have to wrong yourself like this at the wine table. What's wrong with feeling wronged? If young people don’t feel something is wrong, then there will be no need for old people to lead the way for young people.

The young man raised the back of his hand, wiped the corners of his eyes, smiled bitterly, and said tremblingly: "Master, even if I only have one drink a month, I can't bear it. When will you die?"

The old man smiled and said: "When you become a high official and it is someone else's turn to treat you to a drink, you can drink less. If you are in a good mood and the wine is good, drink more."

The young man turned around and retched again. He splashed the river water, lowered his head to rinse his mouth, and then sat on the ground. He could no longer vomit, and finally felt better.

The old man sat on the steps nearby and said with a smile: "People say that God can't prevent people from being rich, but it can only prevent people from being leisurely. In the officialdom, of course, there will be no more leisure, just get used to it. But there is a saying, it was once my imperial examination room The teacher told me that after a drinking party like today, he said that no matter how much you study, if you still don't know how to be close to people and observe things, then you should just stop being an official, because scholars should understand the world through reading. "

At this point, after a moment of pause, the old man stroked his beard and smiled, "So you kid, you have to pay back the money."

The young man, who was already blushing, became more and more embarrassed and said softly: "Master, I have to pay for the drinks first."

The old man smiled and said: "Don't worry, I will pay it back when I have money. My body is still strong. Just save your little salary first, my wife. It's not easy to live in the capital. If you want to marry a local beauty, it's even more difficult." It’s a waste of money.”

Seeing that the young man was still a little unnecessarily embarrassed, the old man smiled and said: "When a gentleman establishes a career, poverty is not shameful."

The young official stood up unsteadily, bowed in salute, and silently thanked the old man.

There was still some grievance left, but not so much.

Old people and young people walked together on the street. It was late at night and still lively.

Another drinking party also ended.

The man smiled and asked, "How?"

The two fairies smiled. It is true that they misunderstood this elder of the sect. But I can't blame them for overthinking it, not to mention that it would be unpleasant to spread the word about just drinking together.

The scholar who is a member of the first division of the Ministry of Justice is indeed a gentleman. Most of the things we talked about at the previous banquet were about the customs and customs of our hometown. Of course, we also talked about some official matters. For example, we hoped that their sects and genealogy masters could go down the mountain more often. In addition to gaining experience in the world of mortals, they also wanted to benefit the village. Protect the people of a place.

In the river, there was a green-robed god hovering in the water, looking up at the lights of restaurants along the entire Changpu River bank.

He, the water god of the Calamus River, is not of high quality because the river is not long, and the quality of the landscape is not high. This is because he is under the emperor's feet. Otherwise, he would be in charge of such a small amount of water, which his colleagues jokingly call "a few buckets of water", and leave it alone. In the local area, everyone who can catch a river and has official status can be found in Hebo Duxuan.

A man next to him, a waterman from the mansion, quickly stretched out his hand to disperse the streams of fishy water to avoid soiling the official robe of his own water god. Then he rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "Master, this street is really outrageous. It is so noisy all night long every day. I can't bear it. As expected, I am very generous, and the prime minister's belly can support a boat. If I want to be an official in the court, it will be great, at least I will start as a court official."

The river god laughed and said, "Is it possible that you drank too much and talked drunken nonsense?"

He has been guarding here for hundreds of years. Anyway, he has been the water god of this Changpu River since the first day of the founding of Da Li. Therefore, he has met almost all Da Li emperors, generals, ministers and generals, and he has also been arrogant. Domineering, extravagant and lustful people, powerful generals from feudal towns came to the capital in droves.

The most vivid memory of this Calamus River God is strange, not because of what feats a certain person accomplished, or who became the rebellious traitor who tried to usurp the country and was ruined, but in the last hundred years or so, Those old official robes and official boots that were badly worn, and those cheap jade pendants of poor material and poor carving hung around the waist.

Even today, especially in Yichi Lane and Chier Street, many officials who attend court meetings change their official robes and boots again and again, but the jade pendant remains the same.

This seems to be an unwritten rule in Dali officialdom.

I heard that during a court meeting, a young man who came from a high family and entered the officialdom later exchanged for a priceless jade pendant.

It turned out that Mr. Guan had a keen eye, and he was the first to find out. As a result, he called his friends, and a large group of important officials gathered around the young official to watch the fun. They were all envious, asked about the price, and praised the carving work. This made the young official feel ashamed.

Later, in the middle of the night, the young people first came here to drink to drown their sorrows. Later, when they saw no one around, they cried in grievance, saying that these old foxes had joined forces to disgust people, bully people, and buy them clean wealth. Why can't I wear a jade pendant?

Later, this once young, then no longer young, official of the Great Li Military Department, who was still a civil servant, died on the battlefield of Peidu during a battle to defend the city.

There was a court meeting in the capital. After retreating from the court, these old men who had once laughed at the stupid young man walked out together, and then stood somewhere outside the palace gate with their hands folded.

The old people, who had long been blinded, deafened, and had loose teeth, and could no longer laugh or speak, did not say anything. They seemed to hear the clanging sound of jade.

Therefore, the God of the Calamus River sincerely felt that only the capital city of Li in the past hundred years could truly be as intoxicating as fine wine.

It seems that no matter how many drinks the young people of generations have drank, Da Li will be more heroic in temples and battlefields.

A subtle sword light flashed away.

In this brightly lit place, it is hard for gods to predict the light of this sword.

Like the calamus water god, he never noticed it.

Chen Ping'an sat on a wall not far from the alley, put the sword light into his sleeves, held his chin in one hand, and smiled a little.

He stood up and floated down the street, going to see the old servant Dong Hu.

Inside the Dali Palace.

His Majesty the Emperor and the Queen Mother were sitting across from each other in a small room. Next to Song He, there was also a young-looking woman named Yu Mian, who was the Queen of Dali and was born in the Yu family of the Shangzhu Kingdom.

There was no Dali civil and military official accompanying the discussion, it was just like a family chatting.

Yu Mian held a round fan in his hand, tilted his body slightly, and leaned against the flower table to help His Majesty the Emperor gently fan the air. Since the room was not big and the windows were not open tonight, the heat was not bad.

Among all the surnames in Shangzhu Kingdom, the Yu family is the one that is relatively far away from the officialdom. Now nominally, it is only in charge of all the local government-owned silk and tea services in Dali.

Compared with the "mother-in-law" next to her, Yu Mian, the daughter-in-law of the Song family, really has a poor reputation. She is not even called "virtuous" in the court.

At most, they would participate in sacrifices as usual, or chat with the wives who were destined to enter the palace.

Song He asked softly: "Queen mother, can't you hand over the broken piece of porcelain?"

Do not confuse family affairs with state affairs. Moreover, what the Song family of Dali wants to get is already in their pocket, so why bother to create complications for such a trivial matter.

Stay for what? Useless.

In fact, news came from the Qintian Prison at that time, and a landscape painting of Guoyunlou Inn on Zhengyang Mountain was sent to the palace. He copied it and gave it to his majesty, the emperor.

As soon as Song He saw what Chen Ping'an did at that time, he knew that this matter would definitely be a big trouble.

The woman suddenly said angrily: "When did the family affairs of the emperor's family cease to be state affairs?! You are the king of a country and the most respected person in the world. Do you want me to teach you this simple truth?"

She stretched out a palm and pressed the table, "He, Chen Ping'an, is a citizen of Dali. He got a few bags of gold and copper coins, bought Luoluo Mountain, and later established Zongmen, when have you ever had a good relationship with the Dali court over the years? He even deliberately turned a blind eye to the Longzhou area, from the superintendent of the Yamen, to the governor of the state, the governor, and the county magistrate. Do you want some contact?"

"The establishment of a sect in Luopo Mountain can even be done without going through our Dali imperial court, which has caused our Dali Song family to lose face in the Middle Earth Confucian Temple! Is this the sincerity of Chen Ping'an?!"

"Oh, you can even take the Bamboo Emperor to drink tea at the First Line Peak Ancestral Master Hall. It has only been a few years in Luopo Mountain, and you dare to be so rude and rude. In a few years, will you have to drink tea here? Your Majesty, do you plan to ask me to serve him tea and water?"

The emperor could only smile bitterly.

As for Queen Dali, she always had a low eyebrow and a soft attitude.

She put down the fan, placed it gently, and silently picked up an tangerine from the porcelain basin. With five fingers like onions, she cut the orange tangerine into pieces with her delicate hands, and then gently handed it to His Majesty the Emperor.

In fact, the woman didn't like this daughter-in-law very much. She was too well-behaved and sensible, too submissive, too sharp and restrained. In short, she was too much like the woman's younger self.

But this marriage was personally arranged by the late emperor and handled by the imperial master. How could she dare to say no?

The woman became more and more angry as she spoke, and slapped the table, "Song He, don't forget, I, Dali, worship martial arts, which is the foundation of our country!"

She turned to look at Yu Mian, "Get down."

The queen immediately stood up, folded her clothes and said goodbye, then picked up the round fan. Song He frowned slightly and was about to hold her hand. The woman's fingers moved slightly and shook quietly.

Song He smiled knowingly and stopped stopping her from leaving.

The woman pretended not to see her daughter-in-law's little action, and just sneered in her heart, Foxy! He is really more vixen than vixen.

As soon as Yu Mian left, the woman immediately stopped looking extremely annoyed and said with a gloomy face: "Don't forget the word harmony. This Chen Ping'an knows about this, and you think he is someone who has never met before." Are you closer, or are you closer to 'Song Mu' who has been a neighbor for many years?! Don't forget, in the Dadu Temple, the person who is traveling together with Chen Ping'an, who is lucky enough to return home alive, is The Song Jixin in Muping Lane is the vassal king Song Mu who is in charge of Dali, not His Majesty!"

The emperor was silent.

The woman smiled and said, "Your Majesty, please leave it alone. I know how to deal with Chen Pingan."

Empress Da Li, Yu Mian, walked slowly in the corridor. Several palace maids followed her at a short distance behind her. Their steps were light and orderly, but none of them looked like they were walking on thin ice.

Occasionally, Yu Mian would ask some interesting stories about the people in Lizhu Cave, and His Majesty the Emperor would only talk about them. One of the things she remembered deeply was that she heard that the young mountain master who grew up eating a lot of food from hundreds of families, after he became successful, fell into Luoluoshan. Heqilong Lane Shop will still take care of those former neighbors. Whenever a woodcutter rests at the gate of Luolu Mountain, there will be a little girl in black who is responsible for guarding the gate. She will bring tea and set up a table by the roadside during the day, and only withdraw it at night.

So she actually had a good impression of that Luo Luo Mountain. Because I feel that the family style is very similar to that of my mother's family.

But that’s what she thought, so what could she do. It doesn't matter what she thinks.

She turned her head and looked towards the night, with the bright moon in the sky. She didn't know whether it would be cloudy or sunny tomorrow, or it would be stormy and stormy.

She only knows one thing.

A wealthy family often has poor relatives coming and going, and never returns empty-handed, which is a loyal family.

When passing the high gate, people will not deliberately walk through it as if to avoid disaster. It is the gate to accumulate good deeds.

Outside the alley on the other side of Renyun Yiyun Building.

Chen Pingan clasped his fists and said with a smile: "I've kept Mr. Dong waiting for a long time."

Dong Hu just saw a green shirt on the street and stood up immediately. When he heard these words, his heartstrings became even more tense.

And the second sentence of this young man with many identities made Dong Hu feel even more complicated. He didn't know whether to be happy or worried.

Because Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Excuse me, Mr. Dong, please go back to the palace and report that if you really want to chat, let the woman come here to chat in person, otherwise I will go to her house as a guest."

Dong Hu asked softly: "Is this really the case?"

Chen Pingan turned his head, looked at the old coachman who seemed to be napping, and asked, "Don't you like me?"

Dong Hu is a big man and two big men, but the coachman never even glanced at you, Chen Pingan, from the beginning to the end.

The old coachman opened his eyes and said calmly: "So what if it is, so what if it isn't?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "As expected, he was the second senior to speak."

The old coachman twitched his lips, "Lianlian?"

Just as Chen Ping'an was about to speak, he suddenly raised his head and saw a whirlpool suddenly appeared over the entire Aquarius Continent, and then a sword light came straight down, pointing directly at the Great Li Capital City.

Chen Pingan knew that he was right to leave the inn at that time, otherwise he would definitely be beaten.

Because the person who drew the sword was Ning Yao, who was lying on the table and thinking more and more annoyed, and finally saw this rickshaw puller who was relying on his old age to show off his old skills. Lian Lian, Lian Lian, Lian Lian.