Sword of Coming

The spring grass is secluded, the moon shines brightly late, and the gurgling stream competes for drinks.

Chen Ping'an asked Zhao to bring bamboo chairs under the tree to entertain the guests, and then prepare a late-night snack. Don't be too particular about it, just let it go.

Lu Chen hurriedly said: "Under the tree, you just go to the kitchen and work. Pindao will get the chair by himself. Pindao will have all the food and drinks besides midnight snacks here."

Otherwise, Headmaster Lu was worried that he would have no place and would have to drink while squatting.

Lu Chen was familiar with the road. He went to Chen Ping'an's house and brought out a small table and two chairs. After sitting down with the young man, our head teacher Lu did not forget to wipe the table with his sleeves.

Chen Pingan smiled and asked: "Ning Ji, have you thought about it and don't regret it?"

The young man's eyes were determined and he nodded: "Mr. Chen, I have decided to be your student. Ning Ji will also remember the kindness given by Master Lu and repay him when he has the opportunity in the future."

Chen Ping'an glanced at Lu Chen and knew with his hips that this guy must have led the young man through a long scroll of time.

Lu Chen began to put gold on his face, waving his hands and saying: "It's a small skill, it's not hard work, it's not hard work at all."

There is a long river of time, but not everyone can wade through it casually. Even the great monks dare not wander through the time at will. Even if they are in it, ordinary people in the ascension realm mostly do it as a last resort. The skin is rotten and they are about to be forced to surrender. At this time, we must use the long river of time to "change our mind", or try our luck to see if we can find a blessed place that has disappeared in the long river of history. We are afraid of encountering many unexpected countercurrents, especially in that kind of situation. If there is a vortex in the funnel, it is easy for Qi practitioners to fall deep into it and lose their trace. In history, many great monks said that they had failed in seclusion, but in fact they were just sinking into the sea in the long river of time, making wedding clothes for others. The great monk fished the fragments of the golden body from the long river of time, and this is how it came about. What's more, there are many visions of the water turning into a lake or the river water turning into a river. Previously, "Chen Pingan" and the sword holder In the Qilong Lane shop, inviting Bai Jing to sit down at the same table is one of the great manifestations of this place and scene.

On the mountain, only mountaintop monks worthy of the name, holding certain heavy treasures, can preach and protect the disciples in this way. This tempering of the body has many benefits, especially the three souls and seven souls that can nourish the Qi practitioner, but the risk is too high. Big, if you are not careful, many originally highly accomplished monks may directly turn into idiots, just because their memory and consciousness are like drowning, drifting with the water, losing their minds, and unable to summon their souls afterwards.

Chen Ping'an himself has been there several times. The first time was with Mr. Qi, and the second time was at the Taoist Temple in Ouhua Blessed Land. Next to the old temple owner, he experienced the scrolls of time of one or two hundred years.

Lu Chen glanced at the young man sitting upright beside him, and praised: "Ning Ji performed very well. He didn't need Pindao's help at all. He quickly adapted to walking on the Time Scroll."

Chen Pingan nodded, "It's amazing. I remember the first time I waded into the water, I felt dizzy and almost vomited on the spot."

Lu Chenxiao smiled and said: "This is the difference between a half-baked floor material qualification and an outstanding talent."

The straw-shoe boy whose life was broken was indeed a half-qualified Earth Immortal. Lu Chen's evaluation was very objective.

Chen Ping'an didn't take it seriously, but was happy after hearing it. Who would dislike his students and disciples for being too talented and too qualified to learn Taoism?

Ning Ji blushed and clenched his fists on his knees, looking at a loss.

The young man did not yet know that the compliments given by Master Lu and Mr. Chen were not complimentary, and he did not know how dangerous it was to cross the river. He mistook them for the kind words of the two seniors to "other people's children", which was very watery. big.

"It's better to have a disciple than to have a disciple. Of course it's good. As for the price... you must know better than me."

Lu Chen suppressed the smile on his face and asked, "Chen Ping'an, have you thought about it?"

To be honest, it was beyond Lu Chen's expectation to find Ning Ji so quickly.

This is why it is difficult for gods to catch fish at noon.

Originally, Lu Chen had made plans to wander around the vast world for as short as three to five years or as long as seven or eight years. He could just take this opportunity to wipe his ass and solve some historical problems that had some causal relationship with him, such as the previous Baihua Lake. The old turtle from the Dragon King Temple, the little Tao seed in Shirou from Qilong Lane, Zhu Lu who was supposed to be one of the elder brother's Taoist protectors, and of course Gu Qingsong with the Taoist name Xiancha, also need to There is an understanding. Lu Chen is still considering whether to let Zhouzi die completely and include it in the genealogy of Nanhua City, or to take the old Zhouzi to Baiyujing with him. In addition, because of the last one three thousand years ago, Because of the real dragon, Lu Chen owed a debt of gratitude to Aunt Feng, the "wormwood-scorched forehead", and a bunch of big and small things like this made Lu Chen feel quite tired.

Chen Pingan nodded, "As long as Ning Ji thinks about it himself, there will be no problem on my side."

Lu Chen said: "I have to thank you for this."

If you plant flowers intentionally, they will not bloom, but if you plant willows unintentionally, they will create shade.

As long as Lu Chen finds Ning Ji, no matter what the reason is, no matter how difficult or easy the process is, the Confucian Temple only looks at the results, and it will be counted as a large sum of merit for him, Master Lu, and clearly recorded in the book. The more someone like Lu Chen who holds a high position knows the inside story and the truth, the more he understands the value of adding a few strokes to the Confucian Temple's merit book, especially at this critical juncture when the founder of the three religions is about to pass away. To give a simple example, the powerful families and wealthy families at the foot of the mountain may not be able to actually leave money, property, or even books to their descendants, but those seemingly illusory ancestral shadows and blessings are accurate and never fail. Failed.

Chen Ping'an said: "It's nothing, not to mention that Director Lu accompanied Ning Ji on this journey of mountains and rivers, which is enough as a thank you gift."

Lu Chen was silent for a moment, as if he couldn't think of a suitable thank you gift, so he put a bottle of wine on the table, "I'm just having a small drink tonight, not too much, so as not to lose my temper when drunk and make some jokes on the younger generation."

Chen Ping'an looked at the pot of Gengyunfengchunjiu wine and marveled: "Headmaster Lu and Master Huangshan are already so familiar?"

Lu Chen said confidently: "We are very familiar with each other. How could we not be familiar with each other? We felt like old friends at first sight."

Huang Zhonghou of Gengyun Peak is now the new mountain master of Yunxia Mountain. This has caused a lot of speculation in Aquarius Continent. A Jindan Immortal with very little qualifications has taken over the Yunxia Mountain with a sect candidate background. It is said that Cai Jinjian of Green Cypress Peak is similar to Huang Zhonghou Daoling, but she is already in the Nascent Soul realm, but she still failed in this "change of dynasties". It is inevitable that the outside world will have some thoughts, whether the Zushan lineage is deliberately suppressing the rise of the Swift green cypress peak?

Many sects and immortal mansions with a long history will face similar situations. More recently, for example, the power of Jinxian Temple in Qingjing Peak has fallen to the side, and the main ones in Chuiqing Peak have turned against guests.

A little further away, the Zhuzhi Sect, one of the Zhengyang Mountain vassal forces, and the Caiyu Mountain lineage where the outer sect Zhike was formerly located, is in a similar situation. The current head Guo Huifeng is actually not from the lineage of the founder, so she is like Liang Jizushan monks like Yuping always have some ideas in mind.

This is just like the Luopo Mountain in the future. A certain mountain owner may not be the direct disciple of Pei Qian or Guo Zhujiu, but may come from the legal lineage of other vassal mountains. Perhaps the leader has a long life. A certain disciple or grandson of Luo Luo Mountain may also be a line of incense disciples passed down by Wei Wenlong and Chen Lingjun. In short, on the golden and jade genealogy of Luo Luo Mountain, it is a "fork in the road". Leave a branch. Later generations of Luo Luo Mountain disciples will recognize their ancestors and return to their ancestors. Of course, it is still Chen Ping'an who will live forever, but as for the tablet of the sect's god, it may not be him.

Lu Chen suddenly smiled and asked: "Chen Ping'an, if Luolu Mountain has such a day in the future, will you, the first-generation mountain master, feel a little awkward?"

Chen Pingan laughed it off.

Lu Chen turned to the kitchen and shouted: "Under the tree, Pindao's bowl of noodles has coriander and coriander, forget it if you don't have it, but you can't have less chopped pepper and minced garlic. There won't be too much."

Ningji stood up and went to help bring several bowls of steaming noodles with a lot of condiments, mostly dried bamboo shoots and tofu prepared by the school.

Zhao Shuxia has a good eye for this new junior brother who seems to have fallen from the sky.

The young man was thoughtful and soon noticed Zhao Shuxia's kindness and closeness to him, and Ning Ji felt a little at ease.

Lu Chen picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

As a result, Headmaster Lu noticed out of the corner of his eye that Ning Ji and Zhao Shuxia took their first bite after Chen Pingan picked up the chopsticks, and then they silently lowered their heads to eat the noodles.

Headmaster Lu, whose chopsticks had been suspended in mid-air for a long time, became the last one to eat the noodles. He was the only one who dared to have a late night snack with his tablemate, Pindao, but he was an outsider, right?

Master Lu was angry. If he had been cruel and gritted his teeth earlier and accepted Ning Ji as his direct successor, now it was master and apprentice versus master and apprentice, two against two. Wouldn't he be outnumbered?

Chen Ping'an seemed to have guessed Lu Chen's frustration, and joked: "If Master Lu regrets it now, it's too late, just knock Ning Ji unconscious with a sap, put a sack on him, and just run away."

Lu Chen imitated the old scholar's signature tone and sighed, "Stop saying a few words that hurt your feelings. I've always been aboveboard in my actions. I can't do this kind of thing."

When it comes to recruiting Ning Ji as his disciple, Chen Ping'an is responsible for teaching the Dharma to this young man who is ill-fated. There are many benefits on the surface, but in fact, in the final analysis, there is only one. In Luopo Mountain, there can be one more person like Chai Wu, and maybe even A monastic genius whose achievements on the great road are even greater than those of others. Even if it is a conservative estimate, it is very certain that Ning Ji will reach the Ascension realm in the future, and Ning Ji is probably an extremely young Ascension realm, born out of nowhere, shocking people's minds.

But the trouble is not small. Ning Ji's Dao roots have already determined that he will not let Chen Ping'an and Luo Luoshan worry about it in the future. This is a bit like the old scholar who accepted Liu Shiliu as his direct disciple. However, Chen Pingan's senior brother Jun Qian, when he took the old scholar as his teacher, in addition to having a high enough level of cultivation, the key is that he has become clear about himself. In addition, The old scholar was in his prime at that time, so apart from some gossip on the mountain, it would not cause much substantial harm to the lineage of the literary saint.

But Ningji's life situation, especially his character, is full of countless unknowns.

The young hidden official who has just been able to take some time off may not be able to do so for several more decades.

With Pei Qian in front and Ning Ji in the back, haha, Lu Chen rolled up a large amount of noodles with chopsticks. He suddenly became in a good mood, his cheeks bulged, and he took a few deep breaths.

While eating noodles, Lu Chen made a vague suggestion: "Those who rely on mountains and rivers to eat, there are so many wild vegetables and wild vegetables, and there are so many fish in Wuxi, it would be good to make a casserole as a midnight snack next time, especially It's that kind of winter when it's freezing outside, the heat is blowing in front of your face, and the taste is incredible. If you have a brazier at your feet and boil a jar of rice wine or glutinous rice wine, your mouth will water just thinking about it."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "It's difficult."

Of course it's not that the casserole is difficult to make, but that it's difficult for you, Lu Chen, to eat it. Now that things are going on here in Haoran Tianxia, ​​and there are undercurrents surging in Qingming Tianxia, ​​it is unlikely that Lu Chen, the headmaster of Bai Yujing, will stay here for a long time. Previously, Cui Dongshan sent a secret letter to Luopo Shan, which contained a list of the latest ten people and candidates in the Qingming world. No matter how you look at it, Baiyu Kyoto does not dare to take it lightly.

Lu Chen sighed, then raised his head and asked casually: "Chen Ping'an, do you remember when was the first time you drank?"

Chen Ping'an thought for a while and said: "I used to practice boxing and I couldn't bear the hardship. It seemed that I borrowed a drink from Wei Bo. After that, it got out of hand and I couldn't stop drinking even if I wanted to."

Lu Chenxiao asked: "I'm always curious, do you really like drinking?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Whoever asks this kind of question shows that he doesn't like drinking."

Lu Chen took out a few salted duck eggs from his sleeves and put them on the table, "They are a specialty of a place called Gaoyou. They are very famous. The ducks from Wa Ting Lake, the one in Wa Ting."

Chen Pingan and others took the duck eggs and cracked them lightly without being polite to Master Lu.

Lu Shenmei sighed, "Grandmasters are everywhere, real people are flying all over the sky, and in the future thousands of years, if you and I are not walking on the mountain, what else can we be?"

Chen Ping'an nodded and agreed: "It's dizzying."

Lu Chen said: "Gu Can revisited his old place and is now in Shujian Lake."

Chen Pingan nodded.

Lu Chen was like a well-informed god of retribution, "In the wild world, just because of that wild cultivator named Qingmi, two groups of people met on a narrow road, killing one and saving the other, and neither gave in. Just because they were in the wild world, Tiangan The ten people took advantage of the right time and place, so the two people who contributed the most to the escape this time were Cao Ci, who had reached the first level of the gods. Of course, there was no suspense about it. Then there was Gu Can, whose performance from beginning to end , are all impressive, and the victory in the end is attributed to Gu Can. If it weren't for Gu Can, this fight would still have to be fought, and the winner would not be decided so quickly. Come to think of it, Chun Qing and Xu Bai are so young now. The young and proud son of heaven is both grateful and afraid of his peer Gu Can, and his feelings are very complicated."

"As for how Gu Can achieved such a miraculous feat, he relied on a handful of old locust leaves that were worthless and had been treasured for many years. Little Heavenly Master Zhao, Xu Bai, and Cao Ci all seemed to have divine help. As for Yu Xuanfu and Chunqing, although their surnames are uncommon and they were not able to directly benefit from Sophora japonica, they were still able to benefit from it. Because Gu Can was hiding deeply, something happened suddenly. As a result, the balance of power situation was changed. , there was a deviation, and Cao Ci found an opportunity, relied on his martial arts skills, and delivered a punch equivalent to the eleventh realm, completely shattering the formation."

"Gu Can also abducted a female cultivator from the Ten Heavenly Stems of the Wilderness. Her name is Ziwu Meng and her Taoist name is 'Chunxiao'."

"Hey, as expected, like a teacher, like a disciple. Mr. Zheng kidnapped an entire Jincui City. Disciples also like to imitate others."

When Chen Pingan heard this, he stopped the chopsticks in his hand, frowned slightly, and asked, "What is he doing in Shujian Lake?"

Lu Chen smiled and said: "In Shujian Lake, I neither went to Liu Zhimao's Qingxia Island nor Zeng Ye's Five Islands Sect. I just met my senior sister Tian Hujun, Oriole Island Zhongsu, and the last one was in a certain city by the lake. He is a common man in the world. He is not good at reading when he is young. He relies on his strength to work as a coachman. He earns some hard money every day with the dignitaries, literati and scholars who come to Shujian Lake to visit the mountains and rivers. Gu Can is nostalgic and finds this place in his past. After being a young man who often chatted with his neighbors, he borrowed a sum of money from the young man and planned to open a shop together. Gu Can only contributed money but not any effort. Hey, if you put it this way, how could Gu Can be... the second shopkeeper? ?”

When Chen Pingan heard this, there was a smile in his eyes.

Lu Chen held chopsticks in one hand and shook his sleeves with the other, pretending to pinch his fingers to tell fortunes, "Logically speaking, after escaping from the trap, we should have a celebratory drink, but Gu Can turned his back on him and ran to have a fight with Cao Ci." , and the fight continued, and Gu Can became more and more angry as he fought, so Cao Ci had no choice but to punch a little harder, and Gu Can was seriously injured."

Chen Ping'an said: "What a fool!"

Lu Chen nodded, "I'm a little confused. It's not good to offend anyone, but I want to offend Cao Ci."

While Headmaster Lu was chatting with his master, Zhao Shuxia just ate his midnight snack in silence.

It was the first time that Ning Ji heard about Gu Can and that Cao Ci, and he was a little curious. Lu Chen turned around and smiled: "This Cao Ci is amazing. He is an old enemy of your master, and he is also on the path of your master's martial arts." Now the Qingbai battle between Cao Ci and your master is a gambling game, and I don’t know how many gods on the mountain have bet on it and spent a lot of money."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "I have never defeated Cao Ci once, and I have lost all the fights. However, no one can find any fault with Cao Ci's character. He and I don't have the kind of relationship between enemies and friends. There is no hostility or hatred, just friends."

Ning Ji nodded and said: "Sir, he is a scholar who aspires to be immortal. Fighting and killing in the arena is not his job."

This time I went on a weird trip with Master Lu, and it was not in vain. The young man learned a lot of sayings from books.

The implication of the young man's words was that if Mr. Chen devoted himself to learning martial arts and practicing boxing, he could defeat Cao Ci.

Chen Pingan smiled and nodded, "That's right."

Zhao laughed dumbly under the tree.

No matter how much he respected his master, Zhao Shuxia didn't think that if his master focused on boxing, he would definitely be able to defeat Cao Ci.

Zhu Lian once joked with Zhao Shu in private that in the next hundred years, if Cao Ci is in martial arts, he may claim to be the second in the world and no one will dare to claim to be the best in the world.

Zhao Shuxia was naturally a little depressed at the time. If Cao Ci was at the top of martial arts and so invincible, how would his master handle himself?

Zhu Lian then half-joked, why did Cao Ci claim to be the second best in the world?

Zhao Shuxia was not the kind of person who was quick-thinking and good at debating, so he couldn't answer for a while.

Zhu Lian then asked and answered himself. Maybe Cao Ci was too powerful and no one could win with him, but Cao Ci always felt that there was someone who could compete with him for first place.

But in this battle, both sides must decide life and death to determine the real outcome. So it can only be someone later who competes with the former Cao Ci for first place.

Zhao Shuxia nodded. At that time, all he could think about was his master, whom he respected as a god. Naturally, he felt that only his master could compete with Cao Ci among martial artists.

Zhu Lian smiled and said, must that person be the mountain master who will cultivate Taoism on the mountain for a long time? Where are you, Zhao Shuxia? Isn’t he also a pure martial artist?

Lu Chen admired Ning Ji even more. You, a young man, have not officially become a disciple yet, and you haven't even gone to Luopo Mountain yet.

After going there, when Ning Ji met the old cook Zhu Lian, the junior brother Cui Dongshan, the senior sister Pei Qian, especially Jia Lao Shenxian and the like, how could he still do it after hearing and seeing them every day?

The atmosphere in Luolu Mountain is so strange.

Sure enough, it’s not like a family doesn’t come into the same house.

Chen Ping'an suddenly asked Lu Chen: "Do you think the large road in Tongyezhou can be successfully excavated?"

Lu Chen said with a smile without hesitation: "How can it be possible if heaven and earth work together to achieve this? It's just that for such a huge feat, small bumps and bumps are inevitable, so just think of it as a blessing in disguise."

Chen Ping'an raised the white bowl and handed it to Lu Chen, "I'll lend you your good words and take one."

Lu Chen raised the white bowl and bumped it gently, "Hello, brothers, let's go one by one."

Chen Ping'an opened a school here and became a teacher. It really took more effort than returning to the Upper Five Realms.

Lu Chen then asked in his heart: "Have you determined where the inner demon is that is the bottleneck of the Nascent Soul Realm?"

It seems like nonsense, but since Chen Pingan has already tried to break through the realm in the dojo at Mi Xuefeng, more than once, how can he not encounter his inner demon?

But Chen Pingan nodded and replied in a deep voice: "It's almost certain."

The night breeze in the mountains was cool and cool. Lu Chen held the wine bowl and looked at the string of slightly swaying but silent bells under the eaves of the school.

From the corner of Headmaster Lu's eyes, he was looking at that young martial artist who would be very inconspicuous when he was around Chen Pingan, Zhao Shuxia.

It can even be said that Lu Chen's appearance this time was largely to chat with Zhao Shuxia, who looked very much like Chen Pingan.

Because it is so similar, in the eyes of some experts, it is like a fake calligraphy and painting, and at most it will be evaluated as a second-class original.

But Lu Chen was not among those "some".

Also at the wine table, compared to the one in the Hehuanshan Fenwan Mansion, the female martial artist with her hair in a bun was Chen Ping'an's founding disciple.

Lu Chen was even more worried about the disciple in front of him who was Chen Ping'an's failed martial arts student.

It's not that Zhao Shuxia's martial arts achievements will definitely be higher than Pei Qian's. Previously, when Zhao Shuxia sent Jialing there to practice boxing, Lu Chen did some rough calculations and concluded that Zhao Shuxia's martial arts level was indeed not higher than that of senior sister Pei Qian. After all, Pei Qian is already a martial artist at the end of the realm, and Zhao Shuxia is a martial artist at the fifth realm who has just broken through the realm a few days ago. A pure martial artist who is destined to never be the "strongest" in this life.

Therefore, Lu Chen's admiration for Zhao Shuxia was just an unreasonable intuition, and the intuition of a monk like Lu Chen was itself mysterious and mysterious.

After finishing the midnight snack, Zhao Shuxia and Ning Ji cleared away the dishes.

Chen Pingan and Lu Chen continued to drink. The wine they drank this time was local Shaoxing wine that Chen Pingan had picked up from a certain Mengtong's house in the mountains.

Another guest arrives, who can be called a neighbor.

It was the new Ximei River Water God, Gao Nian, who had just obtained a rare treasure.

This river god who looked like an old scribe was holding an empty wine flask in his arms. This object was previously discovered by the official of the government who was patrolling the water area. When he saw it floating on the Ximei River, the official of the government who moved the water actually moved and captured it. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move anything, so he reported it to his superior officials. Even if these water palace officials, who held the title of Narcissus, used the water method to change the drifting route of the wine pot, they still couldn't change the drifting route of the wine pot. As soon as Gao Niang was out, Gao Niang was able to capture it. He felt that the jug seemed to be a living creature with psychic powers. It was like what the folklore books said would automatically recognize its owner. Gao Niang was startled, and he subconsciously wanted to take it away. He threw it out, but it stuck to his hand and couldn't throw it away. Gao Niang complained in his heart, mistakenly thinking that he was caught in the trap and was going to be in bad luck. There were a lot of Narcissus subordinates and shrimp soldiers and generals around, and they didn't know what was going on. Naturally, the flattering people made a loud noise.

Gao Niang calmed down and found that the hot potato-like wine flask in his hand did not seem to be strange. Instead, it had a mysterious feeling of being in harmony with the road. After much thought, he decided to take a trip as a precaution. At the school at the source of the Meihe River, if there are objects of unknown origin and hidden murderous intent, it is better to let the knowledgeable Lord Yin Guan help him peel them off, but if they are personally rewarded by Lord Yin Guan, they should also It is only reasonable to say thank you in person.

When Chen Pingan saw the wine pot, he calmly smiled and waved, "Brother Gao, come and sit here."

After receiving Lord Yin Guan's decree, Gao Niang trotted quickly at first, but slowed down as he approached the wine table.

Gao Niang was relieved when he had already caught a glimpse of an empty wine jug on the table. It was exactly the same shape as the wine jug in his hand.

"Ningji, the newly admitted student of the school."

Chen Ping'an took advantage of Gao Niang's fast and slow moments to show his skills, and introduced with a smile: "This Taoist Master Lu is a strange man with superb Taoism. He just looks young, not old."

Lu Chen quickly put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, still sitting, turned sideways, cupped his hands and said with a smile: "It's a pleasure to meet you. I've met Mr. River God. Xiaodao and Mr. Chen are close friends who share weal and woe."

Gao Niang hurriedly bowed and saluted, "The little god Gao Niang, thanks to Mr. Chen's care, is temporarily appointed as the water god of the Ximei River. I have met Lu Xianchang. I am very honored."

Lord Yin Guan's friend on the mountain, can he be sent away?

Not to mention bowing and kowtowing a few times, aren't they also the proper etiquette and friendship?

Let me just say that last time, I had a drink here with Yu Huiting, a female cultivator from Fengxue Temple. After that, Gao Niang had the honor to participate in a secret meeting about the Dragon Palace. He just occupied a seat and was unable to talk. In the end, Yu Huiting and herself He was quite kind, and after chatting for a few more words, his face became brighter, and even the monks accompanying the army of Da Li looked at him highly.

Zhao moved another bamboo chair under the tree and said with a smile: "Mr. Gao, please sit down."

Gao Niang quickly thanked him, but because he had a wine bottle in his hand, he had to take the chair with one hand. Ning Ji had already stood up on his own initiative, carrying the chair and sitting next to Zhao Shuxia.

Lu Chen said: "Brother Gao is here to bring wine?"

Gao Niang suddenly looked embarrassed.

Chen Ping'an helped to save the situation and said: "Such a treasure will float down with the water, and naturally it will be found by those who are destined to get it. Brother Gao will just keep it."

Gao Niang was secretly happy in his heart, and with a flash of treasure, the wine bottle actually fell from his hand. Gao Niang quickly reached out to catch it, without caring about anything, and took out a bottle of wine made from the incense of the temple and the essence of water from his arms. Tie it around your waist with a green rope.

Lu Chen smiled and said: "Distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. We can still live in harmony with neighbors. Brother Gao is a good man."

Gao Niang nodded vigorously and said: "Blessing, being able to be neighbors with Lord Yin Guan is a blessing from the little god."

Zhao Shuxia had already brought Gao Niang a white bowl.

Ning Ji was just curious that the honorific title given to Mr. Chen by the river god was some kind of official position?

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "The good deeds in the world are all mutual."

It was not surprising that there were so many people, but Gao Niang drank two large bowls of local wine water without saying a word, and toasted to the young Yin Guan and Lu Xian Chang respectively.

Since I am not good at words, my true feelings and enthusiasm are all in the wine.

Probably because he didn't expect the wine to be so strong, Gao Niang choked on a sip and wondered, where did the local roasted wine come from, and the wine was so overbearing?

Chen Pingan responded with a bowl, and Lu Chen just took the bowl and took a sip of the wine, sighing: "Seeing Brother Gao tonight reminds Xiaodao of an old friend, also named Gao, Gao Gu, lonely Gu, Brother Gao You are a brewer. He has only a handful of friends. He always likes to say that they are not relatives, let alone foreign objects. However, he likes to drink alone. However, he has never been drunk in his life. I guess you two have some fate. "

Gao Niao quickly held the bowl in both hands, "I think Lu Xianchang's friends are all from the Taoist Immortal Family above the sea of ​​clouds. How dare you climb so high as a little river god with thin eyebrows?"

Gao Niao's polite words were indeed correct. Lu Chen's so-called old friend, Gao Gu, was indeed not an old Taoist god that he, a thin-browed river god, could easily admire.

Qing Ming Tian Xia, Di Fei Mountain Huayang Palace, Youzhou Taoist priest Gao Gu, Taoist name "Ju Yue", one of the ten people in Qing Ming Tian Xia, has great hope of reaching the fourteenth level by relying on alchemy.

There was no delicacy on the small table, only a few dishes to go with the wine. Zhao Shuxia and Ning Ji were just chewing on the dried sweet potatoes sent by an elder Meng Tong.

Gao Niang soon realized the young Taoist priest's ability to talk about the world. He was really good at chatting, and the whole table could just listen to him talking about the mountains.

"The heaven and earth are so big, and there are so many sentient beings. The human world has lasted for tens of thousands of years, but it is here and now. Brother Gao, you and I can meet each other and drink village wine at this moment. This kind of fate, even if the bottle in front of us is full and empty, we will It’s unreasonable!”

"Alas, what I said is wrong. There is no seniority at the wine table. We don't talk about the quality of our family background. We only care about the quality of the wine. Furthermore, why should Brother Gao be humble? Although the Taoist saying is that cultivation is sloppy, judging people Your appearance is extremely accurate. Although you are old, your temperament is not stale, which is commendable. At first glance, you look like a scholar who has read poetry and books, but is not pedantic. You were given a posthumous title. After your death, you will become a god and serve as the director of this thin eyebrow river. Jiang Shui Zhengshen, what are the restrictions on you in life and death? So what if I can’t read a book with my old eyes, I will continue to die as long as my words are not shocking, and I am full of courage in discussing things..."

"A horse with a blue shirt and thousands of people shouting about it, the emperor's hometown was in a hurry. Chickens and dogs stay together in the same boat. Who is the guest and who is the host."

"What you are admiring and admiring has already become a trace, and you can't help but feel excited about it. It has become a trace, and those who look at it later will also feel the elegance and elegance!"

"Brother Gao, you and I are both Taoist friends. As authorities for a short time and as long-term spectators, we are not allowed to leave. How can we achieve immortality at a drinking table in a drunken country?"

Gao Niao occasionally answered a few words. He was pleased with the approachability of the young Taoist priest, but he felt a little dissatisfied in his heart. Could it be that tonight... he met his peers and powerful enemies?

This Chief Lu, has experience in officialdom? Otherwise, how can anyone be better than myself?

When the Taoist priest talks about Gao Niang at the beginning, the River God will quickly mention that he should drink a bowl or half a bowl of local roasted wine. However, no matter how good he is at drinking, he can’t withstand Taoist Master Lu’s one argument after another. This kind of persuasion to drink is really true. It's a bit more powerful. After all, in this kind of drinking party that only happens once in a century, he, a high-level brewer, has to put aside his identity and actually drink. Besides, Master Yinguan started to help him stop drinking. The excuse was lame, saying that they said he drank. There isn't much earthen fire left in the market, so I have to keep some to drink and refresh myself while preparing lessons for the students.

After drinking the high wine to the end, his face changed slightly, and he quickly apologized. His steps were unsteady, and he staggered to the distance of the school to vomit.

The river god did not dare to use his magical powers to dispel the alcohol, but he did not forget to stretch out his hands and wave his sleeves to disperse the odor.

Chen Ping'an also drank, his face flushed, and he laughed angrily: "Director Lu really wants to add water transportation to the Ximei River, so at least find another way."

Lu Chen chuckled and said, "If Gao Niang knew the truth, he would drink all the wine you have. He would vomit it up and drink it again, and he would be willing to vomit his heart out."

It turns out that Gao Niang drank a few taels of wine at the wine table, and a thin eyebrow river can increase water transportation by several kilograms.

Lu Chen held the back of his head with his hands, leaned back on the bamboo chair, let out a wine burp, looked up at the sky, and murmured: "The wine table Gao Niang and his friends had was probably the same as ours in this world ten thousand years ago."

After Gao Niang vomited, he felt refreshed, returned to the wine table, and took the initiative to ask for a drink. Together with Chen Yinguan and Lu Daozhang, the three of them drank three more pots, or maybe four pots of Xianjiu water. As for where the drink came from, the master of the River God, who was very perceptive, could not remember clearly. Anyway, he only remembered that he was completely drunk, so he rolled up his sleeves, fist-bumped and shouted at the director Lu, and finally Gao Niang gave his head a heavy knock. The desktop just fell into a deep sleep, snoring like thunder.

Zhao Shuxia and Ning Ji didn't drink, so they couldn't sleep anyway, so they had already gone for a walk together.

Lu Chen looked at Chen Ping'an, whose eyes were shining brightly, and laughed and scolded: "Your drinking capacity is too much for bullying, and it has nothing to do with the wine."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Did I advise you to drink? No matter how bad the wine is, it can't be worse than you."

The more he drinks, the more sober Chen Ping'an becomes. He has indeed never been drunk a few times in his life. He seems to have only been drunk once in Huangliang Paradise when he was young. Later, he went to see Xu Yuanxia, ​​and he was drunk that time too.

Just as Lu Chen was about to speak, he raised his hand, covered his mouth and ran away. After a while, he swaggered back to the wine table and slumped down on the bamboo chair, "I haven't drank like this for a long time."

I remember the last time, it was a long time ago. At the wine table in a small restaurant in a back alley, there were Yao Kejiu, who had returned to his hometown from Bai Yujing and became the city lord of Shenxiao City. His Taoist name was "Nuangu". In addition to Lu Chen, there was also Guansun Huaizhong from Xuandu. Huayang Palace is high and lonely. After that meal, Yao Kejiu said that it was Guanzhu Sun who helped Lu Chen leave the wine table. However, Gao Gu said that it was Yao Kejiu who carried Lu Chen away. Guanzhu Sun also said that he personally pulled Lu Chen away by one of his legs. The alley, so the alley that was full of chicken and dog excrement was extra clean that night.

Lu Chen took out a porcelain bottle, poured out a few fragrant pills, put them into his mouth, chewed them, then handed the porcelain bottle to Chen Ping'an, and said with a smile: "Those who can relieve hangover can stop dizziness immediately. "

Chen Ping'an, who could still carry it with all his strength, somehow felt his stomach churn as soon as he heard about hangover and dizziness. He cursed at mother and ran to the edge of the grain drying field and squatted down. He vomited on the ground towards the stream for a long time. Returning to his seat, he followed Lu Chen's example and leaned on the back of his chair, reaching out to rub his stomach gently. Gao Niang was still snoring. Lu Chen picked up the chopsticks again, picked up the last dishes on the plate, and said with a smile: "It is rare for a cultivator to get drunk."

"How you view Ning Ji this year is how we viewed Chen Ping'an back then."

Lu Chen said: "If I told you when I set up a stall in a small town that I would be like today, would you believe it?"

In fact, many of the younger generation in Lizhudongtian got on the gambling table early, and there were even a few proud ones who lost all their bets until the last moment.

Chen Ping'an said: "To be able to achieve today's achievements and get here step by step, good luck plays a big part."

Lu Chen smiled and said, "In today's world, maybe ninety-nine out of a hundred people will think so. The remaining one is either an old acquaintance like me or someone close to Luolu Mountain. After all, as the saying goes , I only deserve eight liters of rice in my life, and I will travel all over the world without fighting."

Chen Pingan nodded.

Lu Chen picked up the chopsticks, glanced at Gao Niang, and said with a smile: "You have to remind him from now on. If you pick up a chopstick and shake it three times in the air to take the dishes out of the plate, change it. People at the same table will look disgusted. "

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "I'm just drunk."

Lu Chen put down the last chopsticks and chewed the appetizer carefully, "Life is like a tree with thousands of flowers. It just falls with the wind, and each has its own place to stay. When it falls to the ground, it will be crushed into dust under the tree, just like the death of a person in his hometown. Some of them drifted with the water to distant places, like wanderers who never return home. Some passed through doors and windows and fell on beds and mats, while others fell into the fence and fell into the water. Each has its own distance, high or low. You Confucian sages say this is not cause and effect, but in my opinion, it is just a rut, and the ancient great masters are still unable to escape."

The high brew suddenly woke up and shouted at the top of his lungs: "If fate comes, welcome it and resist it!"

After saying that, he fell back to sleep. The river god didn't forget to reach out and touch the wine bottle at his waist, and murmured with a smile, "I'm getting better."

Chen Ping'an was shocked. Was he really drunk? Really sleeping or pretending to sleep?

Lu Chen couldn't help but laugh and said with a smile: "Let me just say, Brother Gao is a man of real talent and learning. He spoke the truth in a daze, drunkenly, but that's all."

A down-and-out mountain where "the truth comes to light", there are two gatekeepers, Zheng Dafeng and Taoist Xianwei.

Xiao Mo, the pseudonym of Xie Gou's Manhuang Baijing, these two Ascension Realm sword cultivators, one is at the peak and the other is perfect.

And the white-haired boy, the new genealogist Kong Hou, is an ascended-level demon.

Coupled with the young people and children who have entered Luolu Mountain one after another, they are all like plants and trees sprouting in spring, thriving and benefiting all things.

Lu Chen said: "Previously at the top of Pomo Peak, Cao Rong asked me a question, saying whether the dispute between the Three and Four within the Confucian Temple favored the Literary Sage."

Chen Ping'an smiled and asked, "What's the truth?"

Lu Chen thought to himself and said, "It is said that in ancient times, there was no distinction between day and night in the eyes of gods."

"Thousands of years later, people on the mountain now only know that it was the little master who made the calligraphy, and the saint Haoran who made the tripod. He separated the heaven and the earth, and he was able to connect the heaven and the earth."

"In fact, this move by Li Sheng has completely cut off the possibility of human Taoist priests reaching the sixteenth realm."

"The founders of the three religions all know this very well, especially my master. He calculated this result thousands of years ago before the meeting by the river."

"When the human world and human hearts are divided into good and evil, there is truly a difference between heaven and earth."

"So Wen Sage's human nature is inherently evil, which seems to be in confrontation with the sub-sage's inherently good nature. In fact, it is because of this that he joins forces with the sub-sage to open up the world again."

Hearing this, Chen Pingan hesitated for a moment, but still did not take out the drink.

At the school, I made a rule for myself not to use magic.

Lu Chen smiled and said: "Do you know why Wen Sheng is most partial to you, a closed disciple?"

Chen Pingan remained silent.

Lu Chen said slowly: "Cui Chan is too smart, so he has no patience with the stupid people in the world. In addition, he takes a long-term view, so he is full of worry and anxiety about the whole world. He once wanted to end things with the world. , but in the end he chose to shake hands and make peace with this world that disappointed him so much, and said goodbye to all the people he cared about in his heart without saying goodbye."

"Cui Chan should study Buddhism with all his heart, treat all sentient beings with equality, and then overcome the barriers of words and completely transcend the barriers of heaven and earth. It is easy for him."

"He has always been tolerant to the people in the mountains, otherwise he would not be alone. He would go to sea to visit immortals, just worried that his sword energy would affect the energy of mountains and rivers in various places. But he has always had a bad temper towards the mountain practitioners, because in his heart Deep down, I always feel that a Taoist monk should have a matching Taoist heart. In short, a person's actions should be equivalent to his knowledge. Therefore, after practicing swordsmanship, the higher his swordsmanship, the more alive he will be. He has to become more and more entangled, because he feels that no matter how good his swordsmanship is, it will not help."

"You and I should have gone to the mountains to learn Taoism, leaving behind benevolence, justice, etiquette, wisdom and trust, and only seeking Tao and virtue."

"Liu Shiliu, because of his background and age, he initially saw no distinction between good and evil in the world. Even if he worshiped the old scholar as his teacher, he only recognized the old scholar as a person, nothing more."

"So your senior brother Jun Qian can actually become a god, at least as high as the twelve high-ranking gods in ancient times."

"Qi Jingchun, what a pity."

"As for you."

Having said this, Lu Chen picked up an empty wine bottle on the table, raised his head, shook it vigorously, smashed it in his mouth, and said with a smile: "Chen Pingan, you are so pitiful."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Lu Chen, we have been friends for many years, don't mess with my mind."

"When I was young, I had no vulgar charm, but my nature was to love hills and mountains. In my middle age, I was quite good at Taoism, and in my later years I came to the southern border of the mountains. I am more forgetful in my old age, but I never forget my lovesickness."

Lu Chen picked up the bamboo chopsticks, tapped the wine bowl, and sang leisurely: "Those who abandon me will not be able to keep yesterday's day; those who mess up my heart will be troubled today."

"When you are fishing, the spring breeze rolls up the embroidered curtains, and the dogwood trees are once again in the year. Listening to the songs of mountain ghosts, the years are getting older, leaving people by the side of the wine, intoxicating the world with you, and the plum blossoms elsewhere."

At the wine table, except for Lu Chen's voice, Chen Ping'an never spoke a word, only Gao Niang's thunderous snores came and went.

Not far away, Zhao Shuxia and Ning Ji were already walking on the way back to the school. There was an old tree on the bank, with lush branches and leaves, old and green.

Along the way, the two people have almost finalized their identity as brothers. Although they don't talk much, they talk very well. This may be related to the fact that they have slightly different backgrounds but are in similar situations.

In short, I have endured hardships in my youth, and it is as strong as if I didn't drink water and ate several large pieces of dry biscuits and then swallowed them.

They stopped here. There was a green and quiet small pool on the other side of the stream. In the painting of the long river of time, Ning Ji saw with his own eyes many times the strong young boy from the village. He went into the water and held an iron iron with a handle woven from bamboo strips. Raise your arm high with the hammer, and then hit it hard on the big and small rocks. The stream fish hiding underneath will faint. It must be like being struck by lightning. It almost floats on the water, allowing people to pick it up and throw it into the fish basket. .

Some people first select a place where swimming fish gather, and first build rocks upstream, as if building a dam, and finally encircle a whole shallow pool.

Ning Ji said with a smile: "Taoist Master Lu said that scholars should know how to fish in dry swamps and catch fish in the water. In fact, it is the same truth."

Zhao Shuxia didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Did Headmaster Lu give the order in the wrong order?

But Zhao Shuxia quickly frowned.

Seeing that Zhao Xia had no intention of moving for the time being, Ning Ji had nothing to do, so he squatted on the shore, picked up the stones at hand and threw them into the small pool.

Lu Daochang passed by this place before and said with a smile that in late spring, when all the flowers outside the mountains are withered, this tree will flourish alone and stand beside the stream.

Zhao Shuxia heard the words "fishing in the dry lake". Although he was just a pure martial artist, he couldn't think of a scene on the mountain for any reason.

What if the fish swimming in the stream were compared to Qi practitioners in the world, and the water pouring down from the mountains and condensed here could be regarded as the aura between heaven and earth?

It is natural for a fish to swim in the water. Maybe they don’t know that water is water. So when a Qi practitioner is in the world, does he also regard cultivating Tao and refining Qi as a natural thing?

Zhao Shuxia's eyes moved upward, from the stream to the mountains, to the top of the mountain, and finally to the sky.

Ning Ji finally asked: "Senior Brother Zhao, what are you thinking about?"

Zhao Shuxia came to his senses, looked away, and smiled with the young man: "It's nothing."

They returned to the school together and held a very simple ceremony.

It was nothing more than Chen Pingan sitting on a chair and drinking a bowl of tea brought by Ning Ji.

Apart from the young senior brother Zhao Shuxia, the only person watching this ceremony of apprenticeship and apprenticeship was Lu Chen, who had his hands in his sleeves.

Ning Ji kowtowed, and Chen Pingan helped the young man stand up.

At this moment, a poor old man who was tired of life quickly crossed the threshold and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay."

Seeing that the opportunity was not good, Lu Chen wanted to apply oil on the soles of his feet, but the old scholar stood up on tiptoes, put his arms around his neck, and forcibly put his arms around him. He sighed in a complaining tone, and made a gesture of raising a glass of wine with one hand. "Let's go. It's rare for us brothers to meet each other. No, eh?"

Lu Chen stretched out his hand and patted the old scholar's arm hard, and said firmly: "I'm so sorry, I'm busy with business, I have to go back!"

The old scholar nodded to Chen Ping'an and the others with a bright smile. At the same time, he dragged Master Lu to the wine table outside the door and said, "It's not too late to have a drink. Let's talk a little more about the quarrel." You have participated, I have also participated, and I won both, just one morning and one night. Unfortunately, I didn't meet. Today, I will make up for it, drinking and chatting. As for winning or losing, I don't care about it. Headmaster Lu just wants to be more open-minded. ”

Lu Chen raised his hands, "I admit defeat!"

The old scholar let go of his arm, twirled his beard, smiled, and nodded: "Master Lu is so courageous. If you admit defeat, you will lose half of it. If it is spread out in the future, it will definitely be a good talk."

Ningji looked confused.

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "I am your husband's husband."

Ning Ji wanted to kowtow, but the old scholar stepped forward quickly and held the young man's arm, "No, just bow to him, sincerity is enough."

The young man turned to look at his husband. Chen Pingan smiled and nodded, and the young man bowed respectfully to the old scholar.

The old man quickly fluttered his clothes and sleeves, straightened his back, and accepted the salute with a smile.

The teacher who preaches and the student who seeks to learn must be calm and calm. The teacher must be rigorous in his studies and have a calm demeanor. The students must be respectful, polite and calm when studying.

The old scholar smiled from ear to ear, which is good.

The delighted old scholar turned to Lu Chen and said with a smile: "Don't worry, there will never be any news about admitting defeat tonight!"