Sword of Coming

The young swordsman in a blue shirt carrying a sword, this time when he traveled to Caiyi Country, he still walked through the familiar low mountains. Compared with when he traveled with Zhang Shanfeng, it seemed like a ghost land cut off from life. Now there is no trace of evil. The atmosphere, not to mention the beautiful landscapes and landscapes full of spiritual energy, after all, the green mountains and green waters are far better than in the past. Walking along based on my memory, I finally came to a familiar ancient house in the night. There were still two stone lions standing at the gate, and there were slight changes. Now there are Spring couplets hanging and painted door gods.

After knocking on the door, wait patiently.

An elderly woman bent over, holding a lantern, and opened the door with some difficulty. She saw the young man who had taken off his bamboo hat and had a bright smile. She was quite tall, but a little thin, and he was carrying a sword. He looked like a foreign traveler who had traveled far away.

The old woman's face was pale, and it was really scary at night.

She tried not to scare the visitors. After all, now that the house had turned the corner and it was a blessing in disguise, there was no need to deliberately scare away the ordinary masters lest they be implicated.

The old woman asked softly: "Does this young master want to stay overnight?"

The young man smiled and said: "Not only do I have to stay overnight, but I also have to ask for a drink. I have a big bowl of fried meat with winter bamboo shoots as a side dish."

The old woman was stunned for a moment, then her eyes filled with tears, and she asked in a trembling voice: "But Mr. Chen?"

The visitor was Chen Pingan, who was traveling south alone.

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "How is your health now, grandma?"

The old woman quickly grabbed Chen Ping'an's hand, as if she was afraid that this great benefactor would leave after meeting. She gently raised the hand holding the lantern, wiped the tears with the back of her dry hand, and said with excitement: "Why did it take you so long to come? How many years have passed, my body and bones, if Mr. Chen doesn't come again, I really can't hold on anymore. How can I cook for my benefactor, and have some wine, all of which are left to Mr. Chen? , no matter how much you drink, it’s enough…”

Chen Pingan put the bamboo hat under his arm, gently held the old woman's hand with both hands, and said guiltily: "Old grandma, I was late."

The old woman quickly turned around and shouted: "Master, madam, Mr. Chen is here, he is really here."

Yang Huang, a man who had become a charlatan in order to save his wife's life, hurried to the door wearing a Confucian shirt and a woman with a radiant look.

When the couple saw Chen Pingan, they would kneel down and kowtow.

No words can be said to repay the great kindness of that year.

Chen Pingan wanted to stop the two of them, but the old grandma tightly held her arm tightly. It was obvious that Chen Pingan was determined to receive this gift.

Chen Pingan had no choice but to give up.

Yang Huang and his wife Yingying stood up.

Only then did the old grandma let go of her hand.

Yang Huang and his wife looked at each other and smiled.

The young man he once was, seemed to be a blink of an eye, and now he is a young master. He looks a little thin and haggard, but he looks more like a veritable swordsman, which is great.

A group of people walked into the house, and Chen Pingan naturally helped the old woman close the door. Yang Huang and his wife even smiled knowingly. The old woman who had taken away her duties complained a little, saying that there was no need for these menial tasks that did not cost a few taels of effort. Excuse me, Mr. Chen.

The old woman said she was going to the kitchen to light a fire and make a midnight snack. Chen Pingan said it was too late and would wait until tomorrow. But the old woman refused. The woman said that she would also cook a few side dishes with her own hands. She regarded it as a poor reception and could barely help Mr. Chen wash his hands.

Yang Huang took Chen Pingan to a familiar hall and sat there. Along the way, he talked about what happened after Chen Pingan left.

All good things.

Yang Huang, who almost fell into the devil's path back then, is now able to return to the path of spiritual practice. Although it is said that after the path was delayed, he was destined to lose his bright future, but now compared to the previous demons who were neither humans nor ghosts, it is really a world of difference. . It should be noted that Yang Huang was originally regarded as the future Golden Elixir Earth Immortal in the Shengao Sect and was cultivated by the sect. Later, due to changes, he voluntarily gave up the Dao for a love relationship. Yang Huang knew the gains and losses here. , that is, never regret.

As for the wife who was originally "detained" in the embroidery building, she was able to regain her appearance. On the way to practice, she was even luckier than her husband Yang Huang, and she also broke through a realm, so now she can keep her true body in the embroidery building in the backyard. With the Yin Shen traveling at night, she can travel in spring and fall without any hindrance. She is no different from a secular woman. She no longer has to suffer the torment of being blown by the strong winds of heaven and earth and the excitement of her soul day and night.

Yang Huang asked some questions about the young Taoist priest Zhang Shanfeng and the bearded swordsman Xu Yuanxia, ​​and Chen Pingan told them one by one.

Chen Ping'an also asked about the current situation of the prefect of Rouge County and Liu Gaohua, the official's son. Yang Huang told everything he knew, saying that prefect Liu had been promoted a few years ago and went to Caiyi Kingdom Qingzhou to serve as the governor and became a general. As a high-ranking official in the border area, he was a glorious figure, and his daughter was now a direct disciple of Shen Gaozong. The promotion of Governor Liu to the position of governor may not have nothing to do with this.

As for Liu Gaohua, he has taken the initiative to come to the house twice in the past few years. Compared with the previous dissipation, he likes to indulge in mountains and rivers with excuses, and is unwilling to take the exam. He was a civil servant, so he came to the house for the second time. He drank a lot of wine and complained a lot. He said that his father had said that if he failed to pass the imperial examination, he could just marry a wife and go home.

Chen Ping'an also asked about the Taoist monk Mr. Fisherman. Yang Huang said that it was a coincidence that this old gentleman had just returned from a trip to the capital and was in Rouge County. He also heard that he had collected a girl named Zhao Luan. The disciple has excellent qualifications, but luck and misfortune depend on each other. The old gentleman is also a little troubled. It is said that there is an immortal master leader on the mountain in Caiyi Kingdom who has fallen in love with Zhao Luan. He hopes that the old gentleman can give up his disciples and promises generous gifts. They were also willing to invite Mr. Fisherman to serve as a worshiper at the mountain gate, but the old gentleman did not agree.

Chen Pingan quietly heard this and asked: "What is the reputation of this immortal master, and what state is he in?"

Although Yang Huang has been a rogue for so many years and has damaged his soul and spiritual foundation, he is after all a proud man who came from the Shengaozong, and now he has no burden at all, so when it comes to the Caiyi Kingdom, he is a proud man. The Immortal Master, who was the leader, still had no scruples, and said with a smile: "Probably because I entered the Dragon Gate Realm a few years ago, I was a little complacent. Everyone in the mountain gate became impetuous, and they recruited new disciples on a large scale. The good and the bad were mixed. The sect that used to have a good reputation is no longer what it was back then.”

Chen Pingan nodded, "I understand, I'll ask more."

Yang Huang said with a smile: "These statements of mine are based on hearsay and cannot be accurate."

Food and wine are served.

The wine is home-brewed with a lot of effort, and the dishes are also delicious and delicious.

The woman and the old nanny were both seated. This house was not so old-fashioned.

Perhaps because she wanted Chen Ping'an to drink more, the old woman always brought Caiyi Chinese-style wine glasses to the master and his wife, but she only brought a large wine bowl to Chen Ping'an.

Yang Huang stood up again respectfully and toasted Chen Ping'an. His wife Yingying and the old grandma stood up together.

Chen Ping'an had no choice but to hold the wine bowl, stand up, and said helplessly: "If this continues, I really won't dare to be a guest next time."

After Yang Huang finished the drink, he joked: "We'll talk about it when our benefactor comes next time." Chen Pingan drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp. The old woman was anxious, fearing that he would drink too quickly and easily hurt his body, so she quickly persuaded him: "Drink." Slow down, drink slowly, the wine won’t escape from the bowl.”

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Old grandma, I have a good capacity for drinking at the moment. I am happy today, so drink more. At worst, I will fall asleep when I get drunk."

While pouring wine into Chen Ping'an's bowl, the old woman continued to mutter: "No matter how good your alcohol capacity is, you still have to drink slowly. The slower you drink, the more you can drink."

Chen Ping'an nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll drink slowly and listen to grandma."

Chen Pingan briefly talked about his travel history, saying that he left Caiyi Country and went to Shushui Country, then took the Xianjia Ferry and followed the dragon road to Laolong City, and then took the cross-continent ferry to go there. After a trip to Daoxuan Mountain, he did not return directly to Aoping Continent. Instead, he went to Tongye Continent first, then returned to Old Dragon City, and then to Qingluan Country before returning to his hometown. Among them, Chen Ping'an hesitated and did not mention the Great Wall of Sword Qi and Shujian Lake. During this period, some interesting anecdotes were selected and told to them. Yang Huang and the woman listened with gusto. Especially Yang Huang, who was born in Zongzitou Mountain, knew how difficult it was to travel across continents. As for the old woman, she probably didn't care about Chen Ping'an. She likes to hear everything from the wide world to trivial things in the streets and alleys.

Chen Ping'an drank more than two kilograms of wine that night, which was not too much. This time he slept in the house where he stayed last time.

The next day, Chen Pingan spent most of his time with his grandma, sunbathing and chatting. Chen Ping'an, who was supposed to leave on the third day, tried his best to persuade his old grandma to stay and stayed for one more day.

At dawn, the autumn rain falls.

Chen Pingan put on his bamboo hat again and said goodbye to the three of them at the door of the ancient house.

But the old nanny said that Qiu Yu looked small, but in fact it was hurting his body, so Chen Pingan had to put on a green coir raincoat, so Chen Pingan had no choice but to put it on. As for the sword gourd that had revealed his identity as the "Sword Immortal", it was naturally given to the old woman. Filled with home brewed water.

Before leaving, the old grandma stood under the eaves again, holding Chen Pingan's hand, "Don't think that the old grandma talks too much, she won't be willing to come here in the future."

Chen Pingan said softly: "How could it be possible? I like wine and am greedy. Grandma, you don't know how many times I have thought about the food and wine here over the years."

The old grandma lowered her head and wiped her tears, "That's good, that's good."

Chen Ping'an held up his bamboo hat, said goodbye softly, and left slowly.

After walking a certain distance, the young swordsman suddenly turned around, walked backwards, and waved goodbye to the old woman and the couple.

The old lady shouted: "Mr. Chen, don't forget to bring Miss Ning with you next time!"

Chen Pingan blushed slightly and said loudly: "Okay!"

In the rain curtain, the back of the young man wearing a bamboo hat and a green coir raincoat gradually faded away.

The old woman was very sentimental. Yang Huang was worried that she couldn't bear the cold autumn rain, so he asked the old woman to go back first. The old woman waited until the young man was completely out of sight before returning to the house.

The woman Yingying called softly, "Husband?"

Then she felt a little ashamed and did not continue, but apologized: "Husband, don't blame Yingying for being a tacky philistine."

The thought in her mind immediately disappeared and she murmured: "How can Mr. Chen be distracted by these trivial matters? My husband has done a good job and does not mention it at all. We really shouldn't be so heartless."

Yang Huang held one of her hands and said with a smile: "You are also doing it for my own good."

The woman suddenly felt better and said with a smile: "Husband, good people will be rewarded, right?"

Yang Huang said: "I'm not sure about other good people, but I hope Chen Pingan will be like this."

The woman Yingying smiled sweetly, "Suddenly I felt that Mr. Chen was just here to have a drink, and he was very happy."

Yang Huang hummed and said with emotion: "It's autumn, but it's like a spring breeze."

In the rain.

Chen Ping'an took a short detour and came to the outside of a mountain temple that was newly included in the landscape genealogy of the Caiyi Kingdom, and strode into it.

It was early in the morning during the autumn harvest season, and there were no pilgrims in the mountain temple built on the ruins of a temple for obscenity.

Chen Pingan took off his bamboo hat, shook off the raindrops, and crossed the threshold.

No longer deliberately concealing the intention and energy of the fist.

The local mountain god immediately appeared in golden form. He was a burly and armored general. He walked out from among the painted statues. He was anxious, clasped his fists and saluted: "The little god pays homage to the immortal master."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "I'm sorry to bother you. I just want to ask if there are any monks on the nearby Xianjia Mountain who covet the aura of that house."

It is neither the Mandarin of Caiyi nor the Yayan of Aquarius, but the Mandarin of Dali.

Now being familiar with Da Li Mandarin is a must for all the mountain and water gods in central Aquarius Continent. The mountain god smiled awkwardly and was about to think of some appropriate words. He never thought that the frightening young swordsman had already put on his hat again and said, "Then Master Laoshan God will take care of you."

The mountain god only felt that the ghost door had been closed, and he immediately said in a deep voice: "I don't dare to say anything about taking care of you. Just rest assured, the immortal master. The little god and Yang Huang and his wife are neighbors. Distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. The little god knows it well."

Before Chen Pingan clasped his fists and left, he reminded with a smile: "Just pretend I've never been here."

This new mountain god, who was officially entrusted by the imperial court of Caiyi Kingdom and was in charge of this geomantic treasure land, nodded quickly, understanding in his heart.

If you are not smart enough, you will not be able to grab this piece of cake just by relying on your merits in life and your virtuous character after death. Gods dominating a land is no different from climbing up the officialdom.

Chen Pingan left Shanshen Temple.

The mountain god wandered slowly in the hall, and finally made up his mind that he would never mess with that house again. No matter how much spiritual energy there was, he couldn't get a share of it.

Chen Ping'an went to Yanzhi County of Caiyi Kingdom and handed over the customs certificate at the city gate. It was a brand-new household registration certificate obtained by Wei Bo. Of course, he was from Longquan County, Dali.

After asking all the way, I finally found out the location of Mr. Fisherman’s house.

It is a quiet alley with the only sound of rain.

Chen Pingan knocked on the door knocker.

A tall, lanky young man with a dull expression soon walked out. After seeing Chen Pingan, the young man hesitated, as if he was not sure of Chen Pingan's identity.

Chen Pingan smiled and greeted: "Under the Zhao tree."

The young man said in surprise: "Mr. Chen!"

Chen Pingan nodded and looked at the tall and thin boy. He didn't have much punching power, but he was pure. He should be a third-level martial artist for the time being, but he was still far away from breaking through. Although he is not a martial arts genius like Cen Yuanji who can be seen through at a glance, Chen Ping'an prefers Zhao Shuxia's "meaning". It seems that over the years, Zhao Shuxia has "stolenly learned" the six steps. Walking piles requires lots of practice.

The boy was none other than Zhao Shuxia who was holding a hatchet to protect a little girl.

Zhao Shuxia closed the door and led Chen Pingan into the backyard of the house. Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "Have you finished hitting the boxing pile I taught you a hundred thousand times?"

Zhao Shuxia blushed a little, scratched his head and said, "According to what Mr. Chen said back then, one punch counts every time. Over the years, I haven't dared to be lazy, but I walked too slowly. I only punched more than 163,000 times."

Chen Ping'an asked: "Have you ever fought against the enemy? Or were you advised by an expert?"

Zhao Shuxia shook his head and said, "No."

Chen Ping'an was relieved. If Zhao Shuxia had experienced many life-and-death battles and had become skilled in punching, his punches would become faster and faster. After so many years, he shouldn't only have 160,000 punches. But if not, then you can only punch slowly, water dripping through the stone, and it will naturally be difficult for the punch pile to move fast. But Chen Pingan is not worried about this kind of slowness. The fist intention is with him, just like the bowl of wine handed over by the old grandma. As long as it is held levelly, the wine cannot escape, and the fist intention is with him every bit. But if the mind is slack, the fist will be frivolous, and the drink will be splashed everywhere without realizing it. In the future, it will be difficult to get through the big pass of the third realm. The martial artist breaks the bottleneck of the third realm and advances from the third realm of body refining to the third realm of qi refining. , extremely difficult, Chen Ping'an suffered a lot, Zhu Lu couldn't get through it on his own back then, and relied on the ointments from Yang's pharmacy to get through it, and Old Man Yang's new female disciple could get through it all on her own, and then She is also a female martial artist, but she has a completely different future in martial arts.

Zhao Shuxia took Chen Ping'an to the secluded backyard. An old man in a scholar's shirt and a girl with beautiful features stood side by side under the eaves.

Zhao Shuxia smiled and said: "Mr. Chen is here!"

Chen Ping'an took off his bamboo hat, clasped his fists and said with a smile, "I've seen Mr. Fisherman before."

Then he looked at Zhao Luan, who was just young enough to be considered a young girl, and said, "Luan Luan, long time no see."

The white-haired old Confucian scholar did not dare to recognize Chen Pingan for a while.

The changes are too great.

Although they had been separated for many years, it was still difficult for the old Confucian scholar to overlay the image of the slender, elegant young man in front of him with the image of the boy with the bamboo box.

On the other hand, the "Luan Luan" back then had tears all over his face, crying and laughing, and called Mr. Chen with a slightly trembling voice.

For Chen Pingan.

She cannot be grateful and missed enough.

Over the years, she has been thinking about him, and in all the boring, tribulations, grievances and joys on the path of spiritual practice, she will think of that person back then.

Her brother Zhao Shuxia always likes to make jokes about her. As she gets older, she hides her thoughts more and more to prevent her brother from teasing her more and more.

Zhao Shuxia had a dull temperament, and it was only with Luan Luan, who was no different from his own sister, that he made no secret of it.

The four of them sat down together and met again over there at the old house for drinks, and here for tea.

The tea is pregnant with traces of spiritual energy, which is also for Zhao Luan's practice. The better the talent of a cultivator, the smoother his walking, the more money, food, housing and transportation he consumes.

The fisherman who worked together to slay demons in the Rouge County city back then had a surname of Wu and a given name of Shuowen. He was an old Confucian monk. Chen Ping'an could only respect him, otherwise he would not have dared to entrust Zhao Shuxia and Luan Luan to the old man.

It can be seen that the old Confucian scholar truly lived up to his trust in treating Luan Luan and Zhao Shuxia.

Moreover, Chen Ping'an has been feeling a little regretful over the years. As his experience in the world of martial arts becomes more and more profound, and he becomes more and more aware of the dangers of people's hearts, he realizes that the so-called good deeds he did back then might actually bring a lot of trouble to the old Confucian scholar. trouble.

Just set foot in the mountains to practice.

It's just like you can't help yourself.

If you are not in the arena, there will be fewer disputes and competitions that are likely to involve matters of life and death. If you are not in the mountains, you will be unfortunate, because you will not be able to appreciate the bizarre and wonderful pictures on the road to enlightenment and immortality. You will not be able to live a long and happy life, but Isn't it a kind of stable luck?

Moreover, the better Zhao Luan's talent, the greater the burden on the shoulders and heart of the old Confucian scholar. How can we not delay Zhao Luan's practice? How can we find Zhao Luan an immortal magic technique that matches his qualifications? How can we ensure that Zhao Luan can practice Taoism with peace of mind and not have to worry about spending the immortal money?

In the past, Chen Ping'an couldn't think of this at all.

Only by traveling thousands of miles and seeing hundreds of people and thousands of things can we truly know how difficult it is to be a "good person" and be more empathetic to the countless sufferings in the world.

So before entering the Caiyi Kingdom, Chen Ping'an went to the Ancient Yu Kingdom and found the Yumu Jingmei, the National Master of the Ancient Yu Kingdom, who had already forged a deadly feud.

Because he was worried that this high-ranking spirit would still cause trouble in that ancient house. The assassin's sneak attack in Shushui Country left a deep impression on Chen Ping'an.

When they arrived at the important place in the capital, it was very simple. Chen Pingan came to the door, met him, and knocked him down with three punches.

The opponent was seriously injured after beating him, and at least thirty years of hard work were wasted.

Ask him again if he wants to continue to pester him and have the courage to send assassins to hunt him down.

The Guyu State Master, who looked like a scholar, had his face covered in blood and fell to the ground, saying he didn't dare.

After all, at that time, two flying swords were hovering between his eyebrows, and the tip of the other flying sword was pointed directly at his heart.

Chen Pingan then left.

And deliberately, Chen Ping'an sat there at a tea stall outside the gate of the ancient capital city, waiting for the imperial master's back-up plan.

but none.

Chen Pingan then went to Caiyi Country.

Chen Ping'an took a sip of hot tea and said straight to the point: "Mr. Wu, I heard that the state-owned monks in Caiyi want to take Luan Luan as a disciple?"

Wu Shuowen nodded and said worriedly: "If the great immortal master really wants to teach Luan Luan the magic, no matter how reluctant I am to give up, I will not ruin Luan Luan's opportunity. It's just that the reason why the great immortal master insists on Luan Luan going up the mountain is Part of cultivating Taoism is to value Luan Luan's qualifications, and part of it... Well, he is the legitimate son of the Great Immortal Master, a libertine with extremely bad conduct. He met Luan Luan at a banquet in the capital of Caiyi Kingdom. Forget it, like this It’s okay not to mention this trivial matter. If that doesn’t work, I will take Luan Luan and Shuxia with me and leave the middle of Aquarius Continent. There are dozens of countries within this Caiyi Kingdom, so I won’t wait any longer.”

Chen Pingan asked: "What are the names of the Immortal Mountain and the father and son? How far is it from Rouge County? What is the approximate direction?"

Although Wu Shuowen was puzzled, he explained clearly one by one. The Hazy Mountain among them was more than 1,200 miles away from Rouge County. Of course, it was a mountain and water journey on foot.

Chen Pingan drank a bowl of tea, stood up and said with a smile: "Then I will go to the Misty Mountain Ancestral Master Hall first, and we will talk about it when I come back. It won't take long."

Wu Shuowen stood up and shook his head and said: "Mr. Chen, don't be impulsive. This matter needs to be discussed in the long term. The mountain guard formation in Mengyu Mountain is good at attacking, and there is a Dragon Gate Realm god sitting in charge..."

Chen Ping'an looked calm and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I'm here to reason. If it doesn't make sense... let's talk about it differently."

There were some words that Chen Ping'an didn't say.

A person cannot always hold back what he can say at the moment and say it again and again. For example, Misty Mountain. Those things that I can’t talk about for now, I’ll leave them for now. For example, Zhengyang Mountain and the Xu family in Qingfeng City. One day, it will be like lifting a jar of old wine out of the ground.

As for how to reason, Chen Ping'an also has fists and swords.

I went to the Immortal Family Patriarch Hall, but I didn’t have to talk too much.

I had seen Cui Cheng's so-called ten-level martial arts style in the Luolu Mountain Bamboo House before, and I had also heard the old man's one truth, just one sentence.

Drink alcohol with reasonable people and throw fast punches at unreasonable people. This is the world you Chen Ping'an should have. Practicing boxing is not only for fighting in bed, but also for competing with the world. It is for teaching on the mountain. If I encounter a fist at the foot of the mountain, I will kowtow to you!

Chen Pingan deeply agrees with the first half of the sentence, but feels that the second half needs to be discussed.

It's just that I didn't dare to say that in Zhulou at that time, for fear of getting beaten. At that time, the old man was at the peak of the ten realms, and he was afraid that if the old man couldn't hold back his punch, he would be beaten to death.

Wu Shuowen obviously still felt that something was wrong, even though the young man in front of him... Chen Ping'an, who was already a young man, had performed extremely calmly and brilliantly during the defense of Rouge County, but the other party was after all an old immortal in the Dragon Gate Realm, and even more so The head of a sect is now attached to the Great Li Cavalry. It is said that the next national preceptor is the one in the bag. He is in the limelight for a while. How can Chen Pingan single-handedly break through the mountain gate?

In the world of martial arts, people often fear young people with their fists, but this is not the case on the road to spiritual practice. Who can become a great monk in the Dragon Gate Realm, apart from his cultivation, who is not an old fox? No backer?

Zhao Shuxia was not too worried, probably because he felt that Mr. Chen, who taught him boxing techniques, was not too capable no matter how powerful he was.

Zhao Luan was even more anxious than his master Wu Shuowen. Regardless of his status or etiquette, he quickly came to Chen Ping'an, grabbed the corner of his clothes, and said with red eyes: "Mr. Chen, don't go!"

Chen Ping'an looked at the old Confucian scholar, then at Zhao Luan, and said with a helpless smile: "I'm not going to die. I'll run away if I can't beat him."

Zhao Luan burst into tears all of a sudden, "Mr. Chen just said he was going to reason."

Chen Pingan was speechless and winked at Zhao Shuxia, asking him to help comfort Zhao Luan. He never thought that this stupid boy was also ignorant. He just laughed and stood without moving.

Chen Pingan sighed, "Then sit down and drink tea again."

Zhao Luan's eyes were filled with tears that were even more hazy than that hazy mountain filled with mist all year round, "Seriously?"

Chen Pingan nodded, and then she let go of Chen Pingan's clothes, timidly walked back to her original position and sat down.

Wu Shuowen also sat down and persuaded: "Mr. Chen, don't worry, I'll just treat it as traveling the mountains and rivers with my two children."

Chen Pingan asked: "What about Mr. Wu's family?"

Wu Shuowen said: "Presumably a Dragon Gate realm monk would not be so shameless."

Chen Pingan looked at Wu Shuowen.

Wu Shuowen lowered his head and drank tea.

The old Confucian scholar could only sigh in his heart. How could he not know that the so-called far journey was just so that Luan Luan and Shuxia would not have to feel guilty.

Chen Pingan gently put down the tea cup in his hand.

For a moment.

Chen Ping'an was no longer in the room.

Wu Shuowen was stunned with his tea cup in hand.

Zhao Luan and Zhao Shuxia looked at each other in confusion.

I saw the man in green shirt already standing in the courtyard, the long sword on his back had been unsheathed, turned into a golden rainbow, and went high into the sky. The man tiptoed, grabbed the long sword, broke through the rain curtain, and headed north with the sword.

After the old Confucian scholar came to his senses, he quickly took a sip of tea to calm down his shock. Since he was destined to be unable to stop him, he had no choice but to do so.

Zhao Luan's eyes were infatuated and radiant. She quickly wiped away her tears. The pear blossoms were filled with rain, which was really touching. It's no wonder that the young mountain master of Misty Mountain fell in love with her at first sight at such a young age.

Zhao Shuxia scratched his head and said with a smile: "Mr. Chen, it's true. When you go to the ancestral hall, why do you rush out to buy wine?"

On a rainy mountaintop in Xianjia, at noon, heavy rain poured down, making the world feel as heavy as late at night.

Therefore, the appearance of the long golden line from the end of the sky was extremely eye-catching, not to mention the accompanying sound of rumbling through the sky like thunder.

To the monks of Misty Mountain, whether blind or deaf, it should be clear that a sword immortal is visiting the mountain.