Sword of Coming

The village school is by the water, there is a branch of plum blossom in the ancient stream, people are beside the tree at the foot of rain and clouds, the sound of water and the sound of plum blossoms in the mountains, vying to see you.

There are thousands of green bamboo poles in the mountains. When night falls, the scenery will be different again, with flowing water and bright moonlight melting into a stream of snow.

Under the eaves of the school, Yu Mian gave him a blessing. Yu Yu didn't show any signs of getting out of his way. He obediently clasped fists with the young Yinguan and saluted with a voice as loud as a mosquito's fly. He followed His Majesty the Emperor and called him Mr. Cheng.

Chen Pingan nodded to them, then cupped his hands with his two colleagues and said with a smile: "Mr. Cheng, Mr. Feng, you have made these two seniors laugh. I, a junior, teach in the Meng College. I, a junior, have something inappropriate, so I hope you will give me some advice." "

There were outsiders present, and as they stretched out their hands to avoid hitting the smiling man, the two ladies nodded with a straight face. After listening to the lecture for half an hour, the traces are indeed the same as before. He is young but has a loud tone. Haha, a teacher who has never been gilded in the county school dares to say anything to show off his achievements and show off his articles. ? In order to attract Meng Tong to earn more money, he is full of cunning tricks. How can he be said to be an upright person? It seems that in order to make a good impression in front of this group of foreigners, he is really going all out and doesn't have any shame.

Pei Tong, the governor of Yunzhou, and Chu Liang, the general of Yunzhou, each saluted silently, neither of them anxious to identify themselves. The two feudal officials had their own thoughts. What Pei Tong was thinking was that the man in front of him was the disciple of Wen Sheng, the junior disciple of Cui Yi, the national master, and Mr. Qi of Shanya Academy? The military general Chu Liang was thinking, is the gentle and elegant teacher in front of him, wearing a blue shirt and long coat and cloth shoes, really the last hidden official of the Sword Qi Great Wall, the latest person to have the character "Ping" engraved on him?

Zhao Yao was a little helpless when he noticed that the guy glanced sideways at him, half-smiling but not smiling. You are easy to talk to, but why do you care so much about me? Are you so vindictive? Didn't I just make a harmless joke in Da Li Capital earlier? Seeing that the other party had no intention of letting him go, Zhao Shilang had no choice but to bite the bullet and call out "Little Master Uncle" softly. Seeing Chen Ping'an's expression of relief that "the elders in the family have seen a promising future", Zhao Yao sighed, "You are senior, so I'll bear with you."

During the quarter-hour break after class, the Meng children felt a little restrained because such a large group of outsiders came and they all seemed to have money. The children were not as noisy as usual. They were timid and did not dare to leave the school and sit down. There, they pretended to flip through a book while looking at the fresh scenery outside the window. The boys paid more attention to the scar between Chu Liang's neck, while the girls secretly observed the clothes of the two women.

Chen Pingan led everyone to sit down in the lobby of his residence. An old Eight Immortals table was bought with money from the villagers, and asked Zhao to cook tea under the tree to entertain guests. After Chen Pingan introduced the identity of this disciple to Song He, He said slightly apologetically: "You guys came a little early, and it's not yet time to pick Mingqian tea. These are last year's Grain Rain tea, so we can make do with it."

Both the master Han Mei and the boy student Feng Yuanting were reluctant to leave too early. When they heard Chen Ji's active invitation, they agreed and entered the simple hall together. The side room with the closed door at hand was probably Chen Ji's living room and study room.

Ningji didn't dare to disturb his husband's hospitality, and just stood by the stone sundial in the sunbathing field.

Two disciples, Zhao Shuxia is a bit like the kind of disciple who has something to do and will do his job and accompany him. However, Ning Ji is a serious and diligent student. He recently joined a village school and is no different from Meng Tong.

Chen Pingan waved to Ning Ji, and Ning Ji trotted into the room. Chen Pingan said with a smile, he is the student I just accepted, Ning Ning, Jixiang Jixiang, it is a good name.

Ning Ji blushed and bowed to everyone.

Everyone in the room paid more attention to the dark-skinned boy named Ningji.

Only Zhao Yao took a few more glances at Zhao Shuxia, who was taciturn but did not give off the impression of being lonely.

Because there were two teachers from the neighboring village, the host and guest did not talk much about business. After Chen Pingan drank a bowl of tea, he apologized and had to continue going to class. He took Ning Ji out of the house and asked Zhao Shuxia to stay. Chat with the guests next time.

After Chen Pingan left, Song He took the initiative to ask the two old masters about the situation of the school in Wuxi Village.

On the side of their colleague Chen Ji, the two old men would still put on airs, but on the side of this group of strangers who couldn't figure out the details, the two ladies were not so casual, especially the man named Song who was vaguely leading the way. , he seemed to have a few kilograms of official air about him, so the questions and answers were as if he was being asked about his homework by his teacher. Yu Mian tugged at the corner of His Majesty's clothes under the table, and Song He stopped talking and turned to ask about the farming season and local customs.

After the village school ended today, the two old masters had resigned and were far away from the school. Feng Yuanting pulled the collar of his Confucian shirt, exhaled, and tentatively said, "That man named Song is not a man who works in the county government." A senior official? Han Wei pretended to be calm and smiled, then looked back in the direction of the school. It was difficult to say how big an official he would be, but one thing was certain. This person must be from a noble family in the north. Feng Yuanting couldn't help but wonder how these children from wealthy families knew Chen Ji. Han Mei thought for a moment and said that the man might be a noble person from Chenji. Feng Yuanting said dullly, good boy, you are really lucky.

Chen Pingan was the host, so he naturally sat at the main seat facing the door. Song and Yu Mian sat on a bench, opposite Pei Tong, Chu Liang and Yu Yu.

Zhao Shuxia and Ning Ji sat opposite their respective masters. Zhao Shilang, who was of the same generation as them, sat next to Zhao Shuxia and relatively close to Yu Yu on the other side of the table.

After exchanging some pleasantries, when it was time to eat, Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "Are you used to home-cooked food? In the mountains and wilderness, hard work all year round, it is inevitably spicy and salty. I also have similar tastes, so it doesn't matter. Wherever you go, do as the Romans do.”

If you can't get used to it, there is nothing you can do. Chen Ping'an, who is just an ordinary man here, has no intention of making an exception for this group of people and moving to Luolu Mountain to entertain guests.

When Song He heard this, he immediately looked at the queen on the side. She nodded with a smile. Then Song He said, "It's okay. We have no problem."

Chen Ping'an stood up, "Then I will cook myself and cook a few side dishes. I may not be good at cooking, so please forgive me."

Seeing this scene, Zhao Yao felt relieved.

Chu Liang was a rough guy and didn't think anything of it. Pei Tong was a very attentive person, and he noticed that Chen Ping'an seemed to have changed his aura, and there was no longer the cold air where the two parties were doing business in a business-like manner and seeing off the guests as soon as they were finished.

Without waiting long, Zhao Shuxia and Ning Ji, who were helping out, brought the dishes to the table. It was difficult to say that they were all delicious and delicious. Some of the dishes of seasonal vegetables looked bland.

Chen Ping'an took off his apron in the kitchen, and Ning Ji brought two kinds of wine, local roasted wine and glutinous rice wine. Yu Yu carefully looked at the face of the young official, and she said against her conscience that she would just drink some glutinous rice wine.

Chen Pingan picked up the wine bowl and said with a smile: "It's all up to you. I'll do one first."

Song He also drank a bowl of clay pot, but he choked and his face turned red. He quickly turned his head and covered his mouth. Pei Tong and Chu Liang wanted to say something, but they held back.

For some reason, when they arrived at the school and met the teacher, they felt like... they had left the land and officialdom of Da Li.

Chen Ping'an didn't say anything. He took the lead in picking up chopsticks and urged everyone to eat.

Song He first explained why he came here, so that the River God Gao Niang and Yu Huiting could "select dishes" out, so that Chen Pingan would not misunderstand them.

Chen Ping'an smiled, listened patiently, and nodded occasionally.

Song He hesitated for a moment, then got straight to the point and said, "Mr. Chen, I have taken the liberty to come here this time, and I still want to give you some advice. I hope that Mr. Chen can reconsider what happened at the wedding banquet in the capital last time."

Chen Ping'an picked up a piece of food with chopsticks, chewed it carefully, nodded and said, "I will think about it carefully from today on."

Song He had a surprised look on his face. He was prepared to be rejected today. He never thought that he could have a meal of Mr. Chen's home-cooked food and drink at the same table. He didn't even reject his proposal directly. You must know that the last time Chen Ping'an brought "strangers" into the palace, strange phenomena occurred, and the Da Li Qin Tianjian was very frightened. Song He both mistakenly thought that Chen Ping'an and the Song family of Dali had completely broken up, so that during this period, the Queen Mother Nanpin seemed to be a little guilty, whether on his side or on the side of his daughter-in-law Yu Mian. , are too polite to look like...the mother-in-law who is still the head of the household.

After a pause, Chen Pingan continued: "The reason why I hesitated before is that I have to put aside some personal grudges and old accounts and have to settle them first. In addition, it is mainly because Senior Brother Cui once said some harsh words to me in person, and he was very direct. , just a few words to the effect, to the effect that I am not suitable to be the national preceptor of Dali at all, because he thinks that I am a layman who is trapped in the temples and battlefields of the two countries. "Xinxin", I am not qualified to talk about opening up the situation or creating a new atmosphere. I also said that the reason why I was lucky enough to achieve a small success on the Great Wall of Sword Qi was because I took advantage of the situation with the boss Jianxian and attributed it to the arrangement of troops in the entire summer palace. Setting up the formation, so my role in the Great Wall of Sword Qi is just the icing on the cake, not a help in times of need. If he were to do the same thing in the same position, then my position in the summer palace, that is, the role of so-and-so, would indeed be there. It’s better, but it doesn’t matter if you don’t have it, in short it has nothing to do with the overall situation.”

As soon as these words were thrown out by Chen Pingan, maybe Chen Pingan was paraphrasing Cui Chan's words, or maybe it was because the weight of the words "Great Wall of Sword Qi" and "Summer Palace" weighed heavily on everyone's hearts. Therefore, whether it was the Emperor Song He or the feudal officials like Pei Tong and Chu Liang who aspired to the Shangzhu Kingdom and the title of hunting envoy, they subconsciously held their breath and concentrated, straightening their backs.

Chen Ping'an smiled to himself and said: "That's the truth, but I think it's okay to keep the business. It's not too bad to be entrusted by others and honor the promise."

There are no stupid people here today, except for the young man Ning Ji who is inexperienced in worldly affairs. They all know very well that what Chen Pingan said is actually referring to what his senior brother Cui Chan meant.

As a senior brother, if you say that you are not helpful, then you are not helpful. Don't make some achievements and be stubborn with me. It's just that this is private talk between senior brothers behind closed doors. It's just a matter of fact, but you are me after all. My little junior brother, I still have to take the blame for whatever happens in the future.

Saying that you are not good is still worth a few words from me, Cui Han, and others are not good either. Those in the Great Li Dynasty who think they are good, and those who think they are not good, are actually not good.

Therefore, the last time Chen Ping'an went to Dali Capital, in addition to solving the problem of the fragments of the natal porcelain, he wanted to see with his own eyes whether Senior Brother Cui had arranged for a candidate to be the next national preceptor, such as Zhao Yao.

During the dinner and wine, it was the Queen Yu Mian who took the initiative to clear away the dishes, and Yu Yu who felt that she had to show off to the young hermit official.

After getting off the table, Chen Pingan invited the emperor and the two local ministers in charge of the military and political affairs of the state, and of course Zhao Yao, his nephew, to sit in his study and drink tea and chat.

After a chat, I found out that the grandfather and father of the governor, Pei Tong, originally came from the old Cliff Academy in the capital where Qi Jingchun served as the mountain chief. Of course, it has now been changed to the Chunshan Academy sponsored by the government.

Seeing his colleague Governor Pei chatting and laughing with the young hermit officer, Chu Liang became a little anxious. After thinking about it, he found that there was really nothing that could be compared to Chen Ping'an.

Yu Mian stood at the door of the side room, bent his fingers, and knocked gently.

Chen Pingan, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, turned his head and shouted with a smile: "Yu Yu, bring in a bench."

Chen Ping'an crossed his legs and hugged his knees with his hands. As he spoke, his feet had already landed on the ground.

There were only two seats for officials aged in their early 40s in the room, so Chen Pingan and His Majesty the Emperor simply gave them to Pei Tong and Chu Liang, who sat on the edge of the bed.

Chu Liang wanted to give up his seat to the Queen and Yu Yu, but Pei Tongong looked at him and stopped him. He said, "Who should you let sit on the chair that warms your butt?" How dignified!

Yu Yu moved a bench next to the Eight Immortals table into the house and sat side by side with the Queen.

Song He, who guessed what he was thinking, shook his head and signaled to Yu Mian that the matter could be postponed.

It was rare for the Queen to be so insistent on her opinion, with firm eyes. Song He sighed softly and had no choice but to nod.

Yu Mian said: "I have something to do. I have to apologize to Mr. Chen and ask him for help."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "But it doesn't matter."

Yu Mian took out the bracelet made of spiritual beads from his sleeve. Yu Yu quickly took it into his hand, stood up and handed it to Lord Yin Guan.

Chen Ping'an took the bracelet and said: "Several of them were indeed restricted by Xiao Mo's sword skills. I will ask him to remove the restrictions later, and then let Mr. Wei Shan help return the objects to their owners."

Yu Mian breathed a sigh of relief and thanked Mr. Chen.

Song He was even more relieved.

That confused account, Mr. Chen's so-called old account, can it be settled with one stroke? Every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite, and there are many things that it is really difficult for an upright official to deal with household affairs. Even if he is the Ninth Five-year-old and the king of a country in the Great Li Dynasty, he is still the son of the Queen Mother Nan Hairpin after all.

Since Chen Ping'an mentioned Wei Bo, Song He took advantage of the situation and talked about the canonization of the Five Mountains.

Chen Ping'an didn't go into details. Instead, Yu Yu laughed and joked, "You only need to see Wei Shanjun's true face once, and you will understand why all the men on the mountain like to look at the mirror."

Pei Tong just pretended that he didn't understand the Yu girl's teasing. After all, the Queen was in the house. Chu Liang didn't have that many twists and turns, so he grinned on the spot. From the corner of his eye, he noticed that Pei, the governor, was sitting there looking at his nose and heart. He was a little frightened. He was afraid that he would "disrespect before the emperor", so he just waited for this Yunzhou The general quickly shifted his gaze and saw that the young hidden official and our Emperor were all having a good time. Chu Liang started to laugh openly and stupidly. They were all great men. Why are you pretending to be a gentleman here, Lord Governor? . Swordsmen and penmen, no matter how big the official hat is on their heads, they are not as sharp as those who actually use swords on horseback.

Zhao Shuxia and Ning Ji were busy washing dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen.

The young man lowered his voice and asked cautiously: "Senior Brother Zhao, those people?"

Zhao Shuxia smiled calmly and said: "You guessed it right, they are His Majesty the Emperor and the Empress. As for the two officials beside them, they are probably Governor Pei and General Chu from Yunzhou."

The young man smiled and said: "Senior Brother Zhao, does this count as what is said in the book about talking and laughing with great scholars, but not with white people in dealings?"

Zhao laughed dumbly under the tree.

Ning Ji immediately changed his words and said: "No, sir, since I live in the mountains and have distant relatives, it's even more so, 'My mind is already idle, and the Qingchuan River is like this.'"

Zhao Shuxia couldn't help but joked: "Ning Ji, you are very good at applying what you learn now. My junior brother must think that you are a talent that can be made. I guess he will inevitably teach you some Luo Luoshan secrets in the future."

Ningji stretched out his palms, which were covered with sweat.

Zhao Shuxia smiled and said, "I have already met Master Lu, so you don't need to be so nervous."

Ning Ji thought about it for a while and felt that Zhao Shuxia's statement did make sense.

Ning Ji curiously asked: "Senior Brother Cui is obviously your first student, why do you call him Junior Brother and Senior Sister Pei as Senior Sister?"

Zhao Shuxia shook his head and said: "I'm not sure. It seems that when the younger brother first met the master, he was not willing to be a senior brother. He insisted that Senior Sister Pei call him younger senior brother, and he called him Senior Sister Pei. Everyone has their own way. of."

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The spring breeze fills the mountains and cannot be contained, the sun sets and the moon rises, birds fly on the eaves, clouds come out of the window, and the wind blows for you.

In the courtyard of the old cook in the mountain, Xie Gou was sitting on the steps, watching Xiaomo weaving bamboo dustpans with Mr. Zhu. She felt that Xiaomo, who was focused on what he was doing, was so beautiful. She swallowed her saliva and tried to hold back. Feeling the urge of a hungry tiger pouncing on a sheep, he stretched out his hand and rubbed the mink hat on his head. He was in high spirits and said something out of nowhere, "Xiao Mo, last time I left Luo Luo Mountain without authorization, you didn't worry about me and let me do things alone. I Very happy!”

Xiao Mo hesitated for a moment, then said sincerely: "Young Master asked me not to follow you at that time."

Zhu Lian lowered his head and rolled his eyes.

It's hard to teach an ignorant person. If you, Xiao Mo, are on the same level as men and women, if you have one ten thousandth of your own swordsmanship, you won't be stupid enough to tell the truth.

Xie Gou seemed to be still in high spirits, crossed his arms across his chest, raised his head high, and said loudly: "I don't care about this, as long as you don't follow me, I will be happy!"

Xiao Mo said: "Young Master advised you like this, and I think it makes sense."

It's all true.

Xie Gou sniffed and said in a soft voice: "Xiao Mo Xiao Mo, if you say that, I will be even happier!"

Zhu Lian shook his head and continued to skillfully weave the bamboo dustpan.

Although this pair of men and women are older than the other, more than 10,000 years old, in fact, they are just two fledglings among the flowers of love between men and women.

A person has to raise his voice to cover up his loss. He says he doesn't care about it, but can he not care about it in his heart? The other one couldn't hear it at all, so he was a fool.

It's a good match, actually quite right.

Xie Gou had sharp eyes and asked doubtfully: "Mr. Zhu, do you have any different opinions? Let's talk about it."

Zhu Lian chuckled and said, "No objection, I just think it's disgusting that you guys are so close to each other in my yard."

Xiao Mo is shy.

Xie Gou laughed loudly and shook her shoulders. She was not ashamed but proud of the old chef's comment, "Hey, I'm sick of you."

Zhu Lian didn't care about the girl in the mink hat. He just reminded Xiao Mo, "Xiao Mo, you just look young. You are already a lot older. Take it easy and don't let the old house catch fire."

Xiaomo became more and more embarrassed, this was nothing.

Thanks to the dog's fist, Mr. Zhu's speech is very knowledgeable. At first glance, it sounds unpleasant, but in fact, every word of the sentence falls on my heart!

Our Luoluoshan is a good place. The longer I stay, the more comfortable I feel. Every day is very comfortable. Sure enough, the whole family doesn't come in and even chases people away!

Xie Gou asked: "Mr. Zhu, do you think I have a chance of winning in a swordfight with that Chen Zhuoliu?"

Zhu Lian smiled and asked, "Do you want to fight hard?"

Xie Gou grinned and said: "The visitor is a guest, and he is doing whatever he can to get acquainted with each other."

Zhu Lian said: "There is no chance of winning."

Xie Gou asked: "What about desperate efforts?"

Zhu Lian said: "There is no chance of winning."

Xie Gou said with resentment in his eyes: "What nonsense."

Zhu Lian smiled and said, "You started talking nonsense."

Xie Gou was not angry at all, and nodded to himself: "It seems that I need to practice my sword well."

First there was Lu Yan, whose Taoist name was Chunyang, then there was the scholar Li Xisheng, and now there is Chen Zhuoliu, who has made similar Buddhist aspirations to attain Taoism.

Well, we have all the masters of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism.

Xiao Mo asked: "Mr. Zhu, will the young master serve as the new national advisor of Da Li?"

The movements in Yanzhou Prefecture's boundary in Yunzhou cannot be hidden from Xiaomo in Luoluo Mountain.

Zhu Lian stopped his movements and thought for a moment, "I will."

Xiao Mo wondered: "Why."

Zhu Lian smiled and said: "Young master always likes to embarrass himself."

Xie Gou complained endlessly, what an answer this was.

Gao Jun walked here alone. After hesitating for a while, he walked into the courtyard. Since he was familiar with the streets, he picked a bamboo chair and sat down not far from Zhu Lian.

Zhu Lian smiled and nodded to her, continuing the previous topic, "If you want to be a good person, don't you need to make things difficult for yourself all the time?"

Xiao Mo nodded and said: "Be suspicious when you hear people are good, and believe them when you hear people are evil. This is full of murderous intentions. When the murderous intention comes together, good thoughts will recede. That's why it is so good and difficult to do good deeds and refrain from doing evil. "

Zhu Lian nodded and said: "It's easier to know than to do. The difficulty is that if you want to truly achieve a certain principle, you need to erect too many other principles beside it, and tear down many of the original principles. One by one, it becomes even more difficult."

Xie Gou quickly praised: "Xiao Mo Xiao Mo, you are worthy of being someone who has listened to the Buddha's teachings with your own ears!"

Xiao Mo said helplessly: "It was just a passing thing, but it never fell into my heart. Looking back now, it's really a pity."

Gao Jun's eyelids trembled when he heard this.

To say that the girl in the mink hat is most likely nonsense.

But that "Mr. Xiao Mo" who left a great impression on everyone was never the kind of serious scholar who liked to talk big.

Then Zhu Lian asked a strange question, "Xiao Mo, Miss Xie, Master Gao, do you like to study arithmetic?"

Xiao Mo said: "I can't say I like him. I follow the young master, I'm influenced by my ears and my eyes, I have a rough understanding of him, and I'm still a layman."

It was rare for Xie Gou to remain silent, because she was least interested in arithmetic among the three religions and hundreds of schools of thought.

In fact, the Qi practitioners in the mountains, more or less, almost cannot avoid arithmetic and arithmetic.

However, Xie Gou may be one of the few exceptions. As for swordsmanship, you can just practice swordsmanship with your eyes closed, and there is no need to flip through a book.

Gao Jun said: "There are similar courses within the sect, but I only occasionally study arithmetic and hexagrams."

Zhu Lian said calmly: "Perhaps all transfers of freedom are pursuing the greatest common denominator."

Xiao Mo was thoughtful.

Xie Gou glanced at Xiao Mo, and she pretended to be thoughtful.

Gao Jun couldn't help but ask a question that had been in her heart for a long time. This question had been something she wanted to get since the first day she left Lotus Root Blessed Land, climbed Luopo Mountain, and learned that the old cook's name was "Zhu Lian". The answer is unquestionable.

"Zhu Lian, are you really Zhu Lian?"

Xie Gou couldn't help but laugh out loud. Can he ask such a silly question?

Zhu Lian asked, "Why does Master Gao ask this?"

Gao Jun's pretty face turned red and he hesitated to speak.

It turns out that there is a portrait of someone hidden in the secret vault of the Hushan Sect in Songlai Kingdom, and there are more than one portrait. They were all painted by senior women of the Hushan Sect, and they were all recognized beauties of the Hushan Sect.

Your noble son, Zhu Lian, is the most relegated immortal. He is the most talented in the world, and his style is unparalleled and unrivaled.

In addition, this "Martial Madman" was the number one person in the world before the Demon Sect Ding Ying, and his history was not too long, so Zhu Lian was often talked about in the Hushan Sect.

Zhu Lian smiled and said: "If there are no accidents, I should be the Zhu Lian that Master Gao said."

Gao Jun glanced at the "old cook".

Zhu Lian laughed and said: "It has been natural since ancient times for Zhu Yan to say goodbye to flowers in the mirror and trees. It is not just women who have lost their beauty as they age. They have disappointed Master Gao."

Gao Jun sighed quietly, he only regretted that he was born a hundred years late in the world and could not see the "Zhu Lang's face" who is said to be unable to depict half of his true appearance in countless portraits in the world.

There are rumors in the world that during the pinnacle battle of the Nanyuan Kingdom in the past, Zhu Lian, the best in the world, met with the other nine people in the sky in the snow.

The nine people did not dare to enter the city alone, so they came together. I saw someone sitting cross-legged on the wall, holding his chin with one hand and wearing a silver lotus crown on his head.

The sky and the earth were as white as a glass world. When the man stood up slowly, the two female masters among the nine were secretly feeling hurt before they took action.

Gao Jun grew up listening to many similar "stories" in the Hushan sect. Many women like her were like this, so it was no exception.

Ding Ying became the best in the world within a hundred years, and they felt that Zhu Lian must be exaggerated, and some thought it was well-deserved. There were different opinions, and women and men often quarreled over a figure who had left the world for more than a hundred years. Noisy, women will also quarrel with women.

Zhu Lian, who was just lowering his head to weave baskets, suddenly raised his head and said with an angry smile: "Xiao Mo, take care of your girl Xie!"

Xiao Mo was confused. She saw Xie Gou, the "culprit", pretending to be stupid and crazy. When she saw Gao Jun again, she looked at Zhu Lian blankly, with a look of shock on her face, even a little... frightened.

Seeing that he couldn't hide it from Xiao Mo, Xie Gou put his hand to his mouth and said, "Xiao Mo, last time I saw Mr. Zhu's true appearance, he wouldn't be as rude as Master Gao."

Xiao Mo laughed angrily and said, "Why don't you withdraw your sword intent quickly!"

Xie Gou curled his lips and put away the sword intention that washed away Zhu Lian's "face covering his face" like rain.

Zhu Lian smiled and said: "Master Gao, during the first heavy snowfall in Nanyuan Capital this year, I will have a boxing match with my young master. If Master Gao is free, he can watch the fight from the sidelines."

Gao Jun was speechless.

Xie Gou coughed a few times and reminded: "Master Gao, Master Gao, wake up."

Gao Jun stood up silently, and she didn't even say goodbye to Zhu Lian, but just left the yard.

Xie Gou was still thinking about himself there and sighed, "If Luopo Mountain is willing to hold the Mirror Flowers in the Moon, how much money will it make?"

Xie Gou asked softly: "Xiao Mo, are there any female cultivators from the Fourteenth Realm who have enmity with Luo Po Mountain?"

At that time, we can let Mr. Zhu take action. He can give some instructions and expose his face. He only needs to stand there. It is guaranteed to be more effective than anything else.

Xiao Mo glared and said, "Mr. Zhu is generous and won't care about this kind of joke with you. You should be more sensible and don't push yourself too far."

He thanked the dog and asked with a playful smile: "Has Shanzhu Chen ever seen Mr. Zhu's appearance?"

Zhu Lian smiled and shook his head.

Xiao Mo knew a secret that Wei Shanjun had heard from him, but he didn't reveal the truth to Xie Gou to prevent her from spreading it in the mountains.

Xie Gou asked: "Why did you think of asking Master Chen about boxing?"

Zhu Lian said: "For the young master, it may just be to stretch your muscles. For me, I have to go all out. Apart from status, there are two branches of boxing. The jade from other mountains can attack rocks."

On the other side of the door, two people tiptoed away. Guo Zhujiu fisted him, "The old cook's appearance is not bad. Compared with the master, the difference is only a hair's breadth!"

The white-haired boy who was following Alliance Leader Guo opened his mouth wide. No matter how good the ancestor Yin Guan was, it would be a bit unscrupulous to say that he could compete with the guy in the courtyard in appearance. No matter how strong-willed the white-haired boy was, he still said it sincerely. Not exported.

Zhanguang, Zhanguang, tonight I accidentally saw the face of the old cook. The white-haired boy shook his sleeves and marveled. If the world talks about Taoism and boxing, it is better to have more faces.

Not to mention claiming to be second, no one dares to claim to be first. I'm afraid Zhu Lian claims to be first, but no one dares to claim to be second.

Gao Jun was in an extremely complicated mood. When she reached the door of her house, she still didn't push the door open and walked all the way to the White Jade Square at the top of Jise Peak.

It's not that she, as a cultivator, would fall in love with "Zhu Lian" at first sight. It's just that he is a man who is indeed too good-looking. It doesn't make sense at all.

She put away many thoughts and gradually cleared her heart. Gao Jun smiled. Although the world was separated by hundreds of years, it was unexpected that she could still meet people from the same country in a foreign land.

Gao Jun couldn't help but slapped the white jade railing hard and murmured to himself.

Seeing this face brings spring to the world.