Sword of Coming

Outside the sky, the stars are shining brightly, and a Milky Way is vast and boundless.

A short old man wearing a purple robe was sitting on a huge gourd that looked like it was floating in the stars. Beside him was an old scholar who was twirling his beard and smiling. He said in a deficient tone: "Brother Yu, you are now a great monk in the Fourteenth Realm who shocked the past and present. According to legend, when you reach this realm, all your external possessions are burdens. If any relatives and friends come here to congratulate you later, those people Congratulatory gifts, how about I help collect them, brother?"

Yu Xuan has already joined the Tao here and got a scroll of the Brilliant River Map with the precious light flowing.

The map shows the stars, and the map of the river is the map of the stars. Since ancient times, only moral saints can see it, and they are lucky enough to see it.

Therefore, Yu Xuan's acquisition of this item was definitely an unexpected surprise. After all, it was the legendary "destiny, gift from the great road".

Even Yu Xuan, who had never been poor in his life and didn't even blink when he saw the immortal soldiers, also had a smile that couldn't be concealed. Originally, Yu Xuan was still a bit self-deprecating, but after all, he had never truly achieved the state of not being happy with things. , Fortunately, the old scholar said the next sentence before, Brother Yu is indeed a Taoist who has achieved great success in cultivating his mind. If you leave me, I have long been carried away and smiled from ear to ear. My mind and state are not as good as my brother Yu, and I feel ashamed.

The old master holding the scroll raised his arm and said with a hearty smile: "If it weren't for the Wen Sage, how could it be possible? If a Taoist friend really comes here, all the congratulatory gifts will belong to the Wen Sage."

As for the fact that the old scholar himself was a "legendary" fourteenth realm, and the self-contradictory statement, Yu Xuan didn't bother to care.

Not mentioning that the literary saint came to help this time, it was equivalent to personally helping Yu Xuan to join the Tao early. He only said that the old master was holding a river map at the moment. How could the innate treasure be measured by immortal money?

The old scholar took out two pots of wine from his sleeves and threw one pot to Yu Xuan. He drank another pot and said with a shy face: "I am really too poor to open the pot now. I am laughing. Let Brother Yu laugh." .”

Yu Xuan smiled and said: "A gentleman seeks the road but not the food."

The old scholar nodded vigorously: "That's right, that's right. A gentleman is concerned about his wealth and not his poverty."

After taking a sip of wine, the old scholar stretched his neck, looked towards the human world, and quickly reminded: "Brother Yu, it seems someone is coming, put it away, put the river map away quickly, so as not to be misunderstood that you are showing off your property." .”

Yu Xuan heard the words and said helplessly: "Literary Sage, I'm telling you the truth. I can't do it for the time being, so I can only hold it in my hand."

Yu Xuan, who had just successfully merged with the Tao, was temporarily "unable to control" the river map, and even the use of blinding methods on it was useless.

He couldn't even put it into his sleeve, let alone refine it into a natal object. In fact, Yu Xuan was destined to be unable to refine this river map and could only keep it for him.

People are like a library and a collection of books.

But even so, Yu Xuan was able to repeatedly read and observe this picture anytime and anywhere in the long years of Taoism in the future, and the benefits he gained from the Taoism were extraordinary.

With the talisman, the old master has an extremely high attainment that is difficult to achieve, so he can make further progress. Just this one step difference is the real difference between heaven and man.

For example, now, Yu Xuan just did a little deduction and calculation, and found that more than ten kinds of big talismans that used to belong to the sky attic can be drawn with confidence.

The old scholar said: "Let me try it."

Without hesitation, Yu Xuan gently threw the star map in his hand towards Wen Sheng.

The old scholar raised his sleeves and put a star map into his sleeves.

Yu Xuan was shocked.

The old scholar shrank his neck, held his sleeves with one hand, and immediately raised his buttocks, as if he was about to run away after taking the treasure.

Yu Xuan was calm.

The old scholar sat down again angrily, and said with a guilty look on his face: "I'm sorry, I'm like this every time I drink too much. I'm used to it. It's just a habit."

The first visitor from the human world can be said to be a rich and powerful person, with a willow branch attached to his waist.

It was Liu Qi who stayed at the Sunset Ferry in the wild world.

The old scholar chuckled. It was not surprising that Liu Qi was traveling far away, leaving his friend Cao Zu behind and coming here alone.

It is important to know that this Liu Qi was originally named Liu Sanbian.

He was obviously from a family of officials, so why did he choose such a name? Later, there was an undocumented rumor on the mountain, saying that it was Zou Zi who arranged the horoscopes and gave him the name.

This picture of the river where Yu Xuan temporarily made the decision has appeared a few times in the long history of thousands of years. There was once an expert Taoist priest who was said to be the unnamed master of Huolong Zhenren. His Taoist name was "Baiyun". His real name is unknown. It is rumored that he He once saw with his own eyes the scene of the star map emerging from the river. Later, he revealed the secret to the monks in the world, leaving behind the mysterious and mysterious "three changes of the dragon map" and two obscure schemas.

Liu Qi's body turned into a rainbow and arrived. When he saw Wen Sheng and Yu Xuan, he stopped walking, bowed and saluted, and said with a smile: "I have met Wen Sheng, congratulations to the real person."

Yu Xuan stood up and slapped his head in return.

The old scholar jumped up and bowed in return.

Earlier at the Confucian Temple, the old scholar, Su Zi, and the talented Liu Qi in front of him each asked for a copybook. How much was it worth? They are all scholars, and they talk about money in a vulgar way!

Liu Qi once pioneered the Liujin Realm, which is the "Liu Ren Realm" that has mixed reputations and reputations. I don't know how many pretentious Taoist geniuses have been delayed. This is of course a self-mistake.

As one of the most underestimated monks in the world, Liu Qi really impressed the world after this battle.

On the sea where Yangzhi occupies an absolute advantage, Liu Qi was able to use his magic to crush Yangzhi's water magic power. I don't know how many Haoran monks were fascinated by this.

Chen Qingliu, the man who killed the dragon, had gone to Gongdelin during the previous discussion at the Confucian Temple and took the initiative to visit the old scholar who restored the divine position in the Confucian Temple.

The preaching teacher of Zheng Juzhong in Baidicheng couldn't stand the old scholar's persuasion, so he drank a few drinks and said a few sincere words, one of which made the old scholar marvel.

According to Chen Qingliu, if Yang Zhi, who was trying to escape back to the wilderness, had met him at sea instead of Liu Qi, he would not have bothered the Confucian Temple to escort her to the Divine Continent of Middle Earth.

The implication is that as long as it was him who drew his sword, Yang Zhi, one of the great demons of the old throne, would not be able to survive.

The old scholar would naturally not think that the other party was bragging and not drafting, because what Chen Qingliu said was true and absolutely true.

Besides, this guy can be Zheng Juzhong’s master, so what’s the point of bragging?

Who is not convinced and has the ability to go to Baidi City to find Zheng Juzhong? If you say that your master is bragging, I will be angry...

Chen Qingliu asked seemingly casually at that time, did Liu Qi really use more than 300 spells?

The old scholar nodded. The outside world said it was three hundred and fifty-six species. The Confucian Temple was not sure of the specific number. Anyway, it was less than four hundred species.

Chen Qingliu said with a smile that he was quite capable.

Of course, the old scholar knew very well that Liu Qi would definitely reach the Fourteenth Realm.

As for Su Zi, because of Bai Ye, the Great Heavenly Master Zhao Tianlai, and because of Chunyang Lu Yan, whether he can reach the fourteenth realm is a matter of two opinions.

No matter what, the little girl named Chai Wu was able to rise to the top of the Qingping Sword Sect in one step and advance directly from the Liuren Realm to the Fifth Realm. Liu Qi's achievements were extremely great.

Therefore, the old scholar laughed from his heart and said: "It is better to be in time than to be early, and it is better to choose the day than to hit it. I would like to wish Mr. Liu good luck in his marriage."

Liu Qi was stunned for a moment, then bowed and thanked him again.

This trip is worthwhile.

So I didn't stay long.

The old scholar sat back on the gourd and continued drinking. He felt a little regretful that he had not received any gifts from Liu Qi.

Then there was an old punting boatman holding bamboo grass, paddling leisurely in the star river.

It was the eldest disciple whom Cao Rong and the others regarded as their eldest brother but not recognized by Lu Chen, Gu Qingsong, whose Taoist name was Xiancha.

The Milky Way is splendid, but the world's boats and roads are poor. Since ancient times, the only way to reach the Tianhe River is to take the Immortal Chariot.

The old scholar hurriedly stood up to greet him, strode out, and rushed straight to the boat. He stepped on the bow of the boat and said enthusiastically: "Oh, isn't this Senior Xiancha? I haven't seen you for a long time. What's going on? You don't look particularly energetic. Why, are you discussing Taoism with some great master? Do you want me to give you some fair words?"

Gu Qingsong was a little confused for a while. In fact, he and Mr. Literary Saint, who ranked fourth in the Confucian Temple, had no interaction before today, and they seemed to have never had a casual conversation.

The old scholar became famous so quickly. It felt like just a few years after he was born and became famous, he went to the Confucian Temple to eat cold pork head meat in the blink of an eye. For Gu Qingsong, who has been traveling at sea all year round,

As if in the blink of an eye, the old scholar went to Gongdelin to eat in prison. In previous years, when Gu Qingsong heard these things, he would only treat them as a few dishes to go with the wine, but why did the old scholar sound like he was reuniting with his best friends after a long absence? Could it be that he has lost his memory? Missed something?

Let’s just say that the last time Gu Qingsong sneaked into Gongde Forest, wasn’t it just to meet Chen Ping’an, a veteran of flowers and plants who had a very unique view on the love between men and women?

And during that meeting, I made a deal with a boy named Chen. He taught Chen Pingan a unique escape technique, and Chen Pingan taught him a clever trick. It was indeed good and useful!

The old scholar grabbed Gu Qingsong's hand and shook it vigorously, "I've heard of Gu Qingsong's name for a long time, and I've been fascinated by it for a long time. Fellow Taoist Xiancha, he is a first-class temperament man, I admire him."

Gu Qingsong figured it out. It was probably Chen Ping'an who said some heartfelt and honest words to Wen Sheng.

Therefore, Lao Zhouzi, who usually did not speak well of anyone easily, nodded and said: "Chen Ping'an and I can barely be regarded as fellow-minded people. Old scholar, you don't need to use such pretentious words. Stop it. If you say a few more words, you are wasting your spit." Even if you don’t tell me, I’ll get goosebumps too, I can’t help it.”

After saying this, Gu Qingsong turned to look at Yu Xuan, and began to use a famous natal magical power, "Old Yutou, are you having bad luck again? To be honest, if you share half of your luck with me, maybe Normally there is no need, I have already gone to the White Jade Capital of Qingming World to see the Master."

Yu Xuan said nothing with a straight face.

The old man had suffered losses from Gu Qingsong before.

Gu Qingsong asked: "Why are you putting on such a bad face? Do you think you are in the fifteenth level?"

It was an eye-opener for the old scholar that the shadow of a famous tree is indeed well-deserved.

I have seen people who can talk, but I have never seen many people who can talk like this.

It seems that Lu Chen has not accepted Taoist fellow Xiancha as his disciple, either because he is unwilling or because he simply does not dare?

Yu Xuan chuckled.

Gu Qingsong said angrily: "A young fourteen-level man who has lived for thousands of years, let's see what you can do. If I remember correctly, or if the Confucian Temple didn't lie to people back then, the old scholar only spent tens of In a year's time, it has become the Fourteenth Realm. Look at the old scholar. He meets me for the first time tonight. Are you showing off to me?"

Yu Xuan rubbed his eyebrows and said helplessly: "I'm afraid of you."

The old boatman said goodbye to the old scholar, turned the bow of the boat, and said loudly, "I came here with good intentions to say congratulations to you, but it turns out that the eyes are on the top of the head. What a shame."

Yu Xuan had a wry smile on his face and didn't dare to scold him back.

The old scholar looked at his eyes, nose and heart, and did not dare to take a breath.

Gu Qingsong suddenly turned around and said: "Old scholar, you are a very good person. Compared with someone, your two positions must be reversed. Only then can you be worthy of the name of one world and one world. If you don't have a friend like someone, , that would be even better. Come back to me and let us have a nice drink together and keep us drunk, maybe just drinking my wedding wine."

The old scholar said quickly: "Easy to say, easy to say, I'll definitely do it."

When Gu Qingsong punted back to the world, he went straight to the Osmanthus Island ferry.

The old scholar returned to Yu Xuan and asked with a smile: "What's going on? Have you ever provoked fellow Taoist Xiancha before?"

Yu Xuan looked aggrieved and said: "The problem is that even now, Pindao still doesn't know why this guy blocked the door and cursed people."

The old scholar asked curiously: "What did you scold you for?"

Yu Xuan said: "The general meaning is that the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked."

The old scholar smiled and said: "Brother Yu has so many disciples and grandsons. Being scolded by Taoist fellow Xiancha makes me feel guilty for a while."

Yu Xuan sighed.

The third person to congratulate is the world-famous Old Master Xu, who is called the Saint of Zhaoling. Although the old man is not among the saints enshrined in the Confucian Temple, nor does he belong to the Confucian Taoist tradition, Old Master Xu is a scholar of great merit. Similar to the old man who now sits in the fake Bai Yujing of Aquarius Continent, he is a true hermit.

When Master Xu and Yu Xuan finished their polite greetings, the old scholar finally had the opportunity to speak, gave a thumbs up, and said in a deep voice: "Master Xu, you don't know something. Every time my close disciple mentions you, his admiration is beyond words. ,it is this!"

Old Master Xu smiled calmly and said, "The literary saint can just call me by my name. Besides, I can't deserve Chen Yinguan's praise."

The old scholar sighed and said with a resentful look in his eyes: "What is it about Chen Yinguan? Since we are brothers of the same generation, you should treat Chen Ping'an as your junior. When you meet him in the future, just call him your nephew."

As soon as these words came out, Master Xu didn't know how to answer.

Wen Sheng's temper and defense of shortcomings are known to the world. If you are polite to him, he will not be polite to you.

Then there is the current head of Tongyezhou Dafu Academy, Cheng Longzhou, who was born in the Ten Thousand Years Old Jiao.

Was a frequent visitor to Tianwai.

Naturally, we started talking about the excavation of Tongyezhou.

The old scholar was full of joy, "When it comes to heroic words and feats, I, a closed disciple, don't say much, but do more."

Cheng Longzhou smiled and said: "Guan Chen Yin's filling of the vacancy in Tongyezhou is admirable."

The old scholar was silent for a moment and said with a smile: "No matter where you are, you should do your duty as the teacher. A person who is better than his master will be better than his master."

Then there is Ai Aizhou Wei She, a talented monk who was once thought to be in his possession of the Fourteenth Realm.

After the master of the Seventy-Two Peaks left, great monks came here one after another to congratulate him, and even several Taoists from Qing Ming Tianxia ascended to the realm.

The last person to congratulate was the monk Shenqing, nicknamed Chicken Soup Monk.

"Master monk, in our hearts, we must first have a right and a wrong, right and wrong. Right?"

"right."

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Luolu Mountain, the stone table on the cliffside outside the bamboo building.

The bright moon in the sky looks like a big jade plate for a wealthy family.

A girl in a pink skirt and a little girl in black wearing a cotton wrap were admiring the moon together. They seemed to be chatting endlessly.

Tonight's snacks are not pastries and melon seeds, but branches of azalea flower petals, all trophies of the Right Protector's solo patrol tonight.

The stone bench beside the table is not short, and Nuanshu can touch the bottom with both feet. As a little girl who is a little short, her boots will be hanging in the air while sitting.

Xiao Mili suddenly lay down on the table and asked Sister Nuan Shu to stretch out her hand. Nuan Shu didn't know what was going on, so he still stretched out his palm. Xiao Mili raised his palm, breathed lightly, clenched his fist and shook it vigorously a few times, and finally patted Nuan on the table. On Sister Shu's hand, she said seriously: "Pei Qian said that those top masters who fly over walls and walls can easily pass on a dozen or a hundred years of strength to others. I am not good at martial arts, but! This hand of mine has immortal energy. , Sister Nuanshu, give it to you, keep it away!"

Nuanshu was still confused, but he still clenched his fists and said with a soft smile: "I got it."

The little girl nodded, crossed her arms around her chest, turned sideways, faced outside the cliff, swayed her legs, and hit the stone bench with her heels again and again, and said angrily: "Actually, I originally planned to give it to Pei Qian, but she took so long If you don’t go home, then you can’t blame me.”

At this point, Xiao Mili turned around and explained: "Because Pei Qian has only been in school for a few days, and he likes to skip class early in the morning. Unlike sister Nuanshu, you read every day. If you don't need this, I will read it from the copybook." Come with the fairy spirit."

It turned out that the last time the Good Man Mountain Master spread out the two calligraphy works of Su Zi and Liu Qi on the table in front of Xiaomi Li, they were undoubtedly authentic.

After all, it was my husband who personally begged them for it. If this could be fake, there would be no truth in the world.

At that time, Xiaomi Li reached out and touched two copybooks, feeling that she must have some fairy spirit.

It was late at night, and one of them got up early to clean the courtyard, while the other wanted to patrol the mountains, so they returned to their residence together.

Before they left the stone table, they found that the first floor of the Bamboo House was still glowing with lights, and the good guy Mountain Master was still reading a book. Nuanshu raised his finger to his mouth, and Xiaomi Li nodded vigorously, knowing.

Nuan Shu first sent Xiao Mi Li to the door of the courtyard and said goodbye to Sister Nuan Shu. Xiao Mi Li didn't move in a hurry. When Sister Nuan Shu walked far away, she approached the door and squatted with her knees slightly, as if she had been stabbed. Taking a horse step, he made his hands sink into his Dantian, slowly extended a palm, put his palm against the door, shouted softly, and "bumped" the unlocked courtyard door open, listening to the creaking sound. When the door opened, the little girl in black retracted her palm, straightened her back and stood still, striding across the threshold. She was very satisfied and nodded. According to Pei Qian's words from the martial arts novels at that time, what happened to this palm of hers? You have to have thirty years of inner strength.

The Right Protector never bolts the door when he comes home, and never locks the door when he goes out. The door locks are just for show. In the past, it was convenient for Pei Qian to visit the door, but later it became a habit.

Xiao Mili arrived at her residence. The room she lived in was also a study room. She walked to the desk with her head nodding, lit the oil lamp, sat down on the chair, and oh, stepped heavily on the ground with her feet!

The tables and stools in the house are all handmade by the veteran chef, so they look small.

There are not many books on the table, they are neatly stacked together. Most of them were read by Pei Qian when he was a child and then given to Xiao Mili.

Xiaomi Li tilted her head, took off her beloved cotton satchel that was inseparable every day, put it on the table, patted the satchel gently, and grinned: "Luxury!"

The boundary of Dali's old Beiyue is Longquan Jianzong and Youyi Peak.

Liu Xianyang is in retreat.

It's said to be a retreat, but it's actually like sleeping with the door closed, but it's not the usual dozing off.

Shenyue, whose pseudonym was Yu Qianyue, knew very well that Liu Xianyang's retreat was unusual and serious, so she simply stayed outside Liu Xianyang's house and never left.

Anyway, with her Dao Dao roots and realm cultivation, she can go without sleeping for a year and a half without feeling tired.

The young man named Li Shenyuan finally chose to become Xu Xiaoqiao's disciple and practice at Zhuo Haifeng.

Liu Xianyang had said before that after leaving the customs, he would visit Hongzhou. In addition to the place where the ancient Shu sword immortals came together to become immortals, and the boundaries of Yuzhang County in Hongzhou where giant trees were produced, there were also some legends left behind. The ancient tradition of entertaining gods and offering sacrifices.

Shengyue heard a sound of footsteps and turned her head. A dull man hiked up the mountain and came to the Youyi Peak. He saw the round-faced girl who wore cotton clothes all year round. She nodded. On Yu Qianyue's side, she was called by Liu Xianyang. The man named Ruan Blacksmith still has a smile.

Ruan Qiong put his hands behind his back and walked very lightly. When he got here, he just asked in his heart: "Is he in retreat?"

Qiangyue nodded and explained: "This time is different from before, it may be more dangerous."

Ruan Qiong also nodded. Otherwise, he would not have taken such a trip to Youyi Peak. However, the man still said in a seemingly understated tone: "Xianyang is a restless person. In the future, there will be girls who have spare time." Be more patient."

Xiangyue thought of Liu Xianyang's conversation before the retreat. She blushed slightly and was a little shy, but she was not the kind of coy woman. She said, "Mr. Ruan, if I really become a Taoist couple with Liu Xianyang, I will Won't it cause unnecessary trouble to Longquan Sword Sect?"

Ruan Qiong shook his head and said: "No."

Qiangyue hummed softly.

Ruan Qiong glanced at the room, came for a short while, then turned around and left. He seemed to think of something and did not turn around. He still put his hands behind his back, but slowed down a little and said: "If, I just say if, in the future What is wrong with this boy Xianyang? He has only read a few books and has many lies. You can't quarrel with him, or he is stubborn and wants to save face and refuses to admit his mistakes and apologize to you. Just tell me. , I am no longer the sect leader, but I am still his master after all, so I can always scold him a few times."

Qiangyue smiled brightly and said, "Remember."

In Qiangyue's impression, Master Ruan seemed to have never said so many words to anyone.

Ruan Qiong just quickened his pace. After taking a few steps, he hesitated. The man stopped and said, "According to the custom in the town, there are generally two weddings, one in the man's hometown and one in It’s at the woman’s house, so one banquet will be held in Huaihuang County. The other banquet, if Miss Yu doesn’t mind it, can serve wine at our Longquan Sword Sect’s side and pick a hilltop outside Youyi Peak. Let’s drink. After the wedding banquet, the top of the mountain is Miss Yu’s dojo, and it’s just a little bit of my wishes as an elder. As for Liu Xianyang’s best man, according to the rules, he has to drink two drinks with the groom, so he can help Xianyang ward off the wine. .”

When Qiangyue heard this, she felt a little sad for no reason as she looked at the back of the man who seemed to be using a lot of effort to say these common words.

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Shujian Lake, Sulin Island, as the owner of the island, Tian Hujun, after the young monk who was not sure whether he could be regarded as his junior brother left, she was still in a daze and scared.

Over at Gongliu Island, Zhou Caizhen, a young female cultivator who was taking a moonlight walk, learned that the seemingly warm-looking young man in Confucian shirts in front of her was the notorious Gu Can, especially when he used a very casual tone. , said those shocking words, settle the old and new accounts together, beat Old Sect Leader Liu to death? Zhou Caizhen was so frightened that her face turned pale. She intuitively told her that the other party was not joking, but the other party was announcing his identity, and the last words he said were, "I am joking, don't take it seriously."

Gu Can sacrificed a talisman boat and punted away from Gongliu Island, where the Zhenjing Sect's ancestral hall is located. Immortal Liu Laocheng and Baidi City female cultivator Han Qiaose sat opposite each other.

It's just that the young woman at the door who claimed to have to work for Gu Can for a hundred years has disappeared. She completely ignored the formation restrictions set by Liu Laocheng himself. She appeared on Gu Can's talisman boat and looked at the person sitting cross-legged. The young man in a Confucian shirt at the bow of the boat smiled and said: "Compared to the sects in my hometown, the sects in the world are more particular about their sects. I can't even remember the messy organizations."

Gu Can asked: "My senior sister-in-law won't start a fight with Sect Leader Liu just because she disagrees, right? Didn't I ask you to stay over there to break up the fight? What are you doing here?"

She smiled sweetly and said: "Let's fight? How and where?"

Gu Can said calmly: "It's effective. If you can't tell a joke that's not funny, don't tell it."

She curled her lips, wondering how much this guy was partial to Han Qiaose.

This wild female cultivator who considers herself the maid next to Gu Can is nicknamed "Chun Xiao". Now the pseudonym is effective. Gu Can helped get it not long ago, and she is very satisfied.

In the wild world, her name is Ziwu Meng. Of course, it's also a pseudonym. The last person who helped with the name was Wen Haizhou.

She moved from the stern to the bow, sat next to Gu Can, and tilted her head towards his shoulder. After a while, she felt bored after having quietly used her own secret technique, so she sat upright again and glanced at Gu Can's crotch. , she complained endlessly, she was so hard-hearted, she didn't have the slightest trace of lustful thoughts.

She was in the secret area of ​​Gongliu Island where Liu Laocheng served as a dojo. She was dressed as a common maid in the wealthy families of the mountains, but now she was transformed into a maid's crown, and she was very beautiful.

The sleeves are light and fluttering like blue clouds. She has a slim waist and charming brows.

She asked: "Gu Can, how did you do it?"

Gu Can said: "There are phoenixes in the embroidered curtains, love in quilts and pillows, joy in fish and water, everything is prepared. When you are in such a beautiful place, all you need to do is look at the bones, observe one law, and drive away the other. Kill three corpses, drive away five ghosts, and subdue the six desires and seven emotions.”

She fell back and said, "Following you is so boring."

It's not as good as that talkative True Lord. After all, when the other party sees her, he still needs to stabilize his Taoist mind a little, and then babble a few false words. It's like a seven-foot body, wearing the sky and the earth, even to the death, and will not surrender to others. .

As one of the carefully selected Tiangan monks, in fact, her true appearance on the mountain was wearing a mask and carrying a musical bag. Almost no one had seen her true appearance.

The various faces at the moment were naturally changed by her whim after taking off the mask, and they were different from ordinary blinding methods. As long as she was willing, her appearance, figure, clothing and demeanor in the eyes of the world were the ones they longed for. A person who misses you. They are so similar in appearance and spirit that they can almost be confused with the real ones.

Therefore, when Jiang Shangzhen met this female cultivator for the first time in the wild world, he didn't know whether she was an aunt or a sister. His first impression was that she was good at giving birth and had an amazing figure. She was really round and beautiful.

It's just that when she was in the small world at that time, the Taoist atmosphere she manifested was so permeable that even a perverted and bold person like Jiang Shangzhen felt like a basin of cold water had been poured on her.

It turned out that behind Ziwu Meng, there were countless corpses of hanged ghosts hanging in the air, floating slowly without reaching the sky or the ground. One of her natal possessions was a fan. She painted thousands of beautiful ladies, all of them lifelike, with expressive facial expressions. They murmured in the scroll, but unfortunately they were all beautiful women with white bones. As a sword cultivator in Ziwu Meng, Guqin is the flying sword "Jingguan", and one of the natal magical powers of this flying sword is to weave a dream. She can visualize a Wuding River that is extremely realistic. And let the long river of time within a certain range, or an indefinite river, come to a standstill.

When Han Qiaose saw her at Baidi City, she felt unhappy.

The reason is very simple, but this little girl is so pretty!

Don't let Gu Can indulge in male love and female love. If this girl and Gu Can are half-way lovers, Han Qiaise doesn't care too much. If someone like Gu Can doesn't have a group of Yingying Yanyan around, Only then did he feel wronged.

She couldn't stand Gu Can's lack of conversation, so she found a topic, "This Zhenjing Sect is just a subordinate sect of the Tongyezhou Yugui Sect. Do you know how many institutions there are? There are more than twenty, the master of the Zushitang There are seven or eight people under the law cultivator, and there seem to be ten more people under the Patriarch who is in charge of money...Yamen? I just can't figure it out. What is the relationship between the Zhenjing Sect's economic system bureau and the etiquette department? What’s so different? Also, don’t the Du Branch Department, Operations Department, and other treasure bureaus only care about a small amount of fairy money, so they have to be separated and counted?”

Gu Can turned a deaf ear and just closed his eyes, breathing slowly and silently studying a water technique.

The female nun lying on the bow of the boat crossed her legs, gently swayed one leg, and asked casually: "How do you feel about visiting your old place again?"

Gu Can looked calm and said with a smile: "It's hard to drink wine as punishment."

Ziwu Meng twitched her lips, "Have you finally given up being a mute?"

Gu Can continued: "Just talking about the Economic System Bureau and the Etiquette Department, similar mountain yamen are actually very simple. For example, one can decide how many chairs are placed in the ancestral hall, and the other can decide who is qualified to sit on them. Of course. , The Etiquette Department is also responsible for managing the golden and jade genealogy of an immortal sect, so the monks who work here are beautiful officials and are somewhat nobler than the monks from the Economic System Bureau."

Ziwu Meng suddenly realized, "If you put it this way, I understand. It's a bit interesting."

Gu Can smiled calmly and said: "On a mountain top, whether it is a sect or a small sect like the Five Islands Sect, if there are many people, there will be arrangements for many people, or there will be few people, there will be many people, and there will be fear of bloated institutions, redundant staff, and even more fear of people. There are too many, and everyone has to find something to do when they are full, as if only in this way can they be worthy of their title and status, which is very troublesome."

Ziwu Meng is not very interested in these things. In the wild world, she has always been alone. The throne demon Yangzhi and Fei Fei have successively recruited her. However, because she has the amulet on her body, even if Ziwu Meng After stealing the Wuding River and refining it, Yangzhi and Feifei pinched their noses to admit it. They were worried that this move was secretly instructed by Wen Haizhou.

She turned around, held her chin with one hand, and poked Gu Can's arm with her finger, "Tell me, why do you have to fight with Cao Ci like that, knowing that you will definitely lose, what are you trying to do? Besides, you What's a qi practitioner doing to compete with a pure martial artist?"

Regarding this "master", Ziwu Meng actually knew very little about him. Apart from the fact that he was the younger brother of his companion Fu Xi and the direct disciple of Zheng Juzhong in Baidi City, the only information about Gu Can's hometown was based on the relationship between Han Qiaose and Liu From the conversation with Lao Cheng, we learned that Gu Can practiced here for several years when he was young. During this period, he seemed to be worshiping the chief of Zhenjing Sect, whose name was Zhenjun Jiejiang. He was a former disciple, and Shujian Lake was considered the place where he made his fortune. Other than that, Apart from that, she knew nothing about it. Even when Gu Can went to see a female cultivator with broken golden elixir, he was not willing to take her with him. He just left her beside Han Qiaose to break up the fight? No matter how much I try to persuade her, although she is a genuine Jade Pure Realm sword cultivator, the two immortals, Han Qiaose and Liu Laocheng, are not the ordinary people who died in her hands back home. However, she was not in vain as the doorkeeper, and it was not a complete waste of time. Not to mention that in Han Qiaose's eyes, she was Gu Can without any suspense. In Liu Laocheng's eyes, there was also a woman copied by Ziwu Meng. , but the woman’s description was vague and disappeared in a flash.

Gu Can said: "There is no reason. I just don't like Cao Ci."

Ziwu Meng pretended to be surprised and said: "I'm even more surprised. Cao Ci is not an annoying guy no matter how you look at it. Just like me, I would feel that becoming a Taoist partner with him is a step up. To be honest, Cao Ci As long as I am willing, I will definitely recommend myself as a pillow. So you won't be angry, right?"

Gu Can finally opened her eyes and seemed to feel that what she said was not nonsense.

Ziwu Meng's face suddenly filled with shame and anger, "Gu Can, are you still a man?!"

Gu Can just looked forward, his face expressionless, his hands folded on his abdomen, the breeze was blowing on his face, a young man in a scholar's shirt with a black jade hairpin on his hair, his hair on the temples fluttering slightly, which made Gu Can look more and more ethereal, and said : "The ugly words are ahead, at least for a hundred years, don't like me. After a hundred years, pay off the debt, and you and I can go our separate ways."

Ziwu Meng instantly restrained her pretense, sighed, and her eyes became filled with resentment, and her face changed accordingly, like a very beautiful and frail girl with lingering eyes.

Then, probably because of her changing mood, in just a few blinks, she had seven or eight different looks and expressions, but she finally returned to her previous appearance as a crowned lady. She sighed quietly and said in a graceful voice: "Gu Can, you You seem to be in your early thirties, I really don’t know how you developed your Taoist heart.”

Gu Can said: "You can't get drunk even if you drink bitter wine."

She was silent for a long time and asked, "Who are you going to see now?"

Gu Can stood up and said, "Go to Oriole Island and meet a senior with the Taoist name 'Zaiyang' who practices fire. My last master was a bitter rival for many years. Now he is a genealogy monk of the Zhenjing Sect and is on Gongliu Island. The kind that has seats in the Patriarch Hall.”

She asked: "Senior? What realm?"

Gu Can said: "Nascent Soul."

She burst into laughter.

When we came to an island, the surrounding scenery was misty and sparse.

It is suspected to be the washing place of Narcissus, with a snail in the center of the indigo mirror.

Gu Can put away the talisman boat, removed the blindfold at the same time, revealed his body, and then led Ziwu Meng to shrink down to a tall building.

Zhong Su, the current island owner of Oriole Island, noticed the two strange auras and had already walked out of the top floor, standing on the railing, squinting and saying nothing, just looking down at the young man in the square.

My junior brother likes this little bastard very much, but Zhong Su has never looked down upon this person, even today, it is still the case.

Otherwise, if it were any monk from Baidi City who came to Oriole Island, Zhong Su would be willing to take the initiative to welcome the guests.

The handsome and elegant scholar in blue shirt, holding the junior ceremony, bowed towards the top of the building and said: "Gu Can pays homage to Mr. Zhong."

Zhong Su sneered and said: "You are already in the Jade Pu realm, and you are also a master disciple of Mr. Zheng in Baidi City. I am just a Nascent Soul with a rotten skin. On the road of cultivation, those who are masters come first, so I cannot afford it."

Gu Can always raised his head and said with a smile: "Gu Can is always a junior on the journey of cultivating one's mind."

Zhong Su sneered and said, "Don't be so hypocritical. It's easy for people to change their temperament, but it's hard to change their nature. You Gu Can can deceive everyone in the world, but you can't deceive an old man like me in Shujian Lake."

Gu Can smiled and said: "Mr. Zhong still said it politely. Maybe he originally wanted to say that dogs can't change their eating shit?"

Zhong Su nodded and said: "You are somewhat self-aware. It seems that your ability to reach the upper five realms is not all thanks to Mr. Zheng."

Gu Can said: "I am visiting you tonight to discuss something with Mr. Zhong."

Zhong Su frowned and said, "Stop talking nonsense and get out of here."

The female cultivator who looked like the maid next to Gu Can raised her palm and yawned.

Are all the Nascent Soul cultivators in the world so courageous?

Gu Can lowered his head, stretched out his hand to rub his neck, raised his head again, and said with a smile: "I beg Mr. Zhong to hear that before issuing an expulsion order."

Unexpectedly, Zhong Su turned around and walked into the house.

Gu Can smiled and turned around to leave Oriole Island.

Ziwu Meng was shocked, "Just left like that?"

Gu Can asked, "Otherwise?"

Ziwu Meng said: "Kill him."

Gu Can rarely joked, "It's not like in your hometown. I have this habit of being beaten and killed at every turn. I'm not a coffin shop. You can change it later."

Ziwu Meng suddenly smiled like a flower, took Gu Can's arm, and asked softly: "Is it soft, is it big?"

Gu Can took it indifferently and did not break away from his arm, saying: "To be honest, in my hometown, your dirty talk is the level of a young boy in a school."

Ziwumeng threw away his arm and said angrily: "You are a slut who doesn't understand the charm of the woman, and you are a master who doesn't know how to move your butt in bed."

Gu Can smiled and said: ""

Ziwu Meng turned around in surprise and looked at Gu Can, whose eyes and face were a little strange. She seemed to be in a better mood.

Do you think of your hometown?

The ferry boat floated across the lake, and the moonlight filled the lake. Ziwu Meng asked: "Are you trying to... get a young man?"

Gu Can nodded, "If Zhong Su can serve as the patriarch of my sect, it will be a good choice for both parties."

Now that we were talking about that sect, Ziwu Meng asked, "Then do you think Liu Youzhou will agree to your invitation?"

Gu Can said: "Only a fool would agree."

Ziwumeng smiled and said, "Then have you thought of a name for your sect?"

Since Gu Can said so, Liu Youzhou is probably willing to serve as deputy sect leader.

Gu Can nodded and said, "Think about it."

Ziwu Meng asked: "Tell me and listen."

"You misunderstood me. Liu Youzhou is not a fool, so he will not agree. Only if I go to see him once can I dispel his doubts."

Gu Can said: "As for the name of the sect, the answer is far away but close at hand."

Ziwumeng understood, it was called Shujian Lake.

She asked, "Where to next?"

Gu Can smiled and said: "I want to go to a city on the shore to meet a friend who is not a friend. He was still a child at that time, and I often chatted with him."

This time she was really shocked and blurted out: "Gu Can, do people like you have friends?!"

Gu Can's face was gloomy and he said softly: "Of course I have it, but it's like I don't have it anymore."

He fell back, using his hands as a pillow, and was lost in thought.

There are thousands of clouds and rivers, and the moon shines brightly every day.

The young man sniffed.

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In the Yanzhou Mansion of Dali, at the source of a stream, under the eaves of a rural school, Chen Pingan, lying on a wicker chair, sat up with a cattail leaf fan in his hand.

As the night fell, two people seemed to appear out of thin air in Zhao Shuxia's field of vision. They took one step forward, a young Taoist priest holding a hiking stick, and a thin young man also holding a green bamboo stick.

The Taoist priest smiled and said: "When we meet again in the rivers and lakes, there is mellow wine. When we meet old friends, if we don't drink the moon and the flowers, when will we wait?"

Looking at the young warrior, the Taoist patted the young man next to him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Zhao Shuxia, let me introduce you. His name is Ning Ji, and he is your junior brother."

In the middle of Aquarius Island, Hehuan Mountain, inside Fenwan Mansion.

The young Taoist priest started to encourage the young man with the sword in a roundabout way. Even if you, Chen Ping'an, don't do it yourself, if you want to beat that guy who is nicknamed Wen Lang but has evil eyes, at least let your closed disciple, let us Miss Pei, beat that guy so that you can teach him. He knows what it means to ask questions under pressure, why he has to read the almanac when going out, and what dangers in the world are.

It seems that Headmaster Lu has become so ruthless that he even deceives his disciples and grandsons.

Wen carefully noticed that the Taoist priest looked at him from time to time, still looking at him furtively from the corner of his eyes, or looking at people with a slightly provocative sideways glance.

Wen carefully had no intention of arguing with the Taoist priest in cotton robes. He just found it interesting and asked in his heart: "Does this Taoist priest know me?"

Unexpectedly, the Taoist priest looked at the thick eyebrows and big eyes. Although he was a bit shabby, his appearance was still upright, but his temper was not as bad as usual. He directly replied, "I know your ancestors!"

Little did Wen Qingxin know that the shabby Taoist priest in his eyes was actually the young monk in the palace master's eyes. However, as a land god and martial arts master, Wen Qingzhong still smiled as usual after receiving such a scolding. The ant at the foot of the mountain was so angry that he glanced at the young woman with a bun next to the sword-carrying boy, looked away, and continued to ask: "What, do you like this girl?"

The Taoist priest yelled: "You are a crooked and despicable bastard, keep your eyes peeled, what are you looking at..."

Wen Qingchen didn't know whether to laugh or cry. What a stupid fool he was.

The Taoist priest took a sip of wine, moistened his throat, and asked doubtfully: "Why are you looking at you without saying a word?"

Wen carefully can confirm that he is a real fool. I thought to myself, if I f*cking talk to such a fool one more time, I would be a fool.

The Taoist priest continued to scold: "If I am the Taoist master of your master, I will be the master of your master."

Wen raised his eyebrows carefully and said with a smile: "If you scold me again, continue."

The Taoist priest shook his shoulders, his playful smile started to show off, and he said cowardly: "Hey, no, who do you think you are? If the poor Taoist scolds you, just scold you. Damn it, let your ancestor come quickly, Taoist master." Only those who are masters are willing to give him a few words and teach him a few words. If he drinks a few cups of fine wine, Master Dao has a lot, and he will be forgiven in one fell swoop."

Wen carefully felt the absurdity, hesitated for a moment, and asked in his heart: "Palace Master, can this little Taoist priest with sly eyebrows and sly eyes see his true realm?"

The master of Lingfei Palace, the founder of Xiangjun, had just received a decree from his master, and was talking to the old woman beside him that his master had personally promised to restore someone's genealogical status.

"Be careful, do you think the rules of the Patriarch's Hall are fake?!"

Hearing Wen's careful inquiry, Xiang Jun frowned slightly. It turned out that he used the term "little bald donkey", so he first spoke to his heart and then answered the question, "There is no doubt that he will go to the next five realms."

Wen carefully was a little confused. He didn't know why the palace master had to follow the rules of the ancestral hall. Wasn't he just giving the young Taoist priest a sly evaluation?

He didn't bother to delve into it, and looked at the Taoist priest with a smile, "Let's draw a path, let's make gestures?"

The Taoist priest stretched out his hand to roll up one sleeve, raised his arm, put his elbow on the wine table, shook his wrist, and began to talk, "Come on, you little bastard who doesn't know the heights of the world, let's fight with the Taoist master! It's easy to compete with who is stronger. Damn harmony, whoever loses is the ancestor..."

Wen carefully thought for a moment that he had guessed a pile of shit on the soles of his shoes. According to a certain local dialect, the guy in front of him was clearly a Liu'er.

Patriarch Xiangjun glanced at the young monk, then at Wen Chengxin, "What are you doing?"

Chen Pingan, who had the appearance of a young man carrying a sword, didn't pay attention to the inner dialogue over there. Although Master Lu intended it, Chen Pingan and Pei Qian could hear it clearly.

Pei Qian ignored it because she was talking to her master about something.

"Master, there are several mountains near Luopo Mountain. The Huimeng Mountain to the north is already a mountain of our own vassal. There are also Tiandu Peak, Tiaoyu Mountain and Fuyao Foothills, which are all close neighbors."

Chen Ping'an gathered the sound and asked with a smile: "Of course I know, why are you saying this all of a sudden?"

Pei Qian scratched his head, seeming a little embarrassed.

Chen Pingan held back his laughter and said, "Why, when I was a kid, I had a personal feud with the monks on those mountains? Are they men or women?"

After all, he is his first disciple, and when it comes to holding grudges, he is better than his master.

As for Xiao Heitan, when he grows up, he probably won't be able to compete with those Qigong practitioners from the neighboring hills.

Pei Qian said: "I traveled a few years ago and saved some money, so I took it upon myself to buy the Fuyao Tower privately. I didn't even say hello to the old chef or the others, even though I had the title deed."

Chen Ping'an was a little strange and said with a smile: "It's a good thing, there's nothing to be embarrassed about."

In fact, almost everyone in Luolu Mountain knows about Pei Qian and the others saving money. For example, she, Xiao Mili, and Nuan Shu have already had their own money jars.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "How much god's money did you spend? Is it expensive? I plan to use that place as my martial arts arena in the future. Do I need Master's help to build a mansion? Now that I am free, Master's construction skills, to be honest, No worse than the old cook."

"It's not expensive. The other party was very easy to talk to and gave a very fair price."

Pei Qian subconsciously scratched his head again and whispered: "Master, I never thought about moving there from the beginning."

Chen Pingan was confused now and asked softly: "How to say?"

Pei Qian raised his head, looked at Master, and grinned: "Master, I just thought that I haven't given you a birthday gift for many years. I kept saving money when I was a child, but I didn't save much money at that time. It seemed that I couldn't buy anything valuable. I couldn't get rid of the items. Later, I learned boxing, traveled, and earned some money. When I returned home alone, I bought the Fuyao Tower. At that time, I thought that maybe on the fifth day of May next year, I could tell my master about this. It happened, but the result has been postponed until now, and I will probably stay in Tongyezhou this year to be busy with Dadu affairs, so I just took this opportunity today to say something to Master."

It was just that the girl at that time thought that next year, the master would probably return to the world of Haoran. However, many next years passed, and the master did not return home.

Chen Pingan smiled and nodded vigorously, with a smile that could not be concealed, "Okay, okay, Master is as happy as the last time he received the gift."

Pei Qian lowered his head again, "I was just thinking that Master has never had a place where he can truly be alone for so many years. When I think of this, I feel sad."

In Luo Po Mountain, Master lived on the first floor of the Bamboo House.

The second floor is where the master learns boxing.

No matter what others think or not, Pei Qian knows that since Grandpa Cui left, the master has actually not felt good.

It seems that Master has been busy and busy since he first traveled far away when he was fourteen years old. Most of the time, he is seriously considering others and caring for others.

Chen Pingan's eyes were gentle and he reached out to rub her head, "That's it."