Sword of Coming

After Chen Pingan smiled, he cupped his fists and said, "Mr. Hong, we meet again."

The old man is as energetic as before, and as a cultivator, his appearance has not faded significantly in the blink of an eye over the past few years.

Seeing the old man in Qingfufang named Hong Yangbo, the blue-shirted swordsman who took off his bamboo hat, he became more and more puzzled. Qingfufang's business was the only one good at Xianjia Ferry in Dilongshan. There were so many people coming and going. , it’s normal, but the fairy money is mostly circulating on the first floor. There are not many guests walking up to the second floor, and there are even fewer people who sit down and do business. If they are distinguished guests handled by the old man, they should remember it, but look at The young man in knight-errant attire in front of him looked familiar, but why was he so invisible?

But the visitor was a guest, and he called himself "Mr." again. Hong Yangbo sat down and clasped his fists in return, then extended his hand to indicate that he should sit down, and asked with a smile: "I wonder if the guest wants to buy or sell?"

Chen Ping'an moved an antique maroon chair and sat down. These were supposed to be the jobs of the women who led the way in Qingfufang. Of course, they served tea and water, and threaded needles, and their work would not be in vain. After the business was completed, they would get a commission. Especially after turning the customer into a repeat customer, Qingfufang will receive a reward. Chen Ping'an remembered that the woman's name was Cui Ying, but this time Chen Ping'an had no intention of buying or selling anything, otherwise he would have asked if Cui Ying was there downstairs. The meeting was fate, not to mention looking back, the business of that year was , the three of them and this Qingfufang are all happy, and they are happy when they open the door. This can be regarded as a passionate relationship. Practitioners all believe in this.

As soon as Chen Ping'an was about to sit down, he wanted to close the door. The old man waved his hand and said, "No need to close the door."

Chen Ping'an hesitated for a moment, but still followed the old man's instructions, sat back, and said with a smile: "I came to Dilongshan Ferry this time just to see Mr. Hong. Mr. Hong may not remember that back then, I and A bearded man, a young Taoist priest, the three of them sold a few things in the old gentleman's shop..."

The old man patted the table and said with a smile: "Remember, those pair of bamboo chopsticks are the ones you sold to me! Good guys, you have fulfilled my big wish in my early years. I usually take them out to play with and touch when I have nothing to do. Touching the pair of bamboo chopsticks is like touching the green hair of Mrs. Qingshen Shanzhu..."

The old man did not continue, probably feeling that he was a little too private.

Zhang Shanfeng sold a pair of Qingshenshan bamboo chopsticks here at a high price to the old man. Since they were the old man's favorite, there was a lot of premium.

The old man was so happy that he remembered something, stood up and shouted: "Qingcai, hurry up and serve the tea!"

Soon, a woman wearing a colorful palace brocade dress came from the corridor paved with colorful lichen and handed them a cup of hot tea. The graceful woman left. After entering the house, he didn't go far, just waiting at the door.

The old man is the old man of Qingfufang. He has been here for half a hundred years. If he meets a customer he doesn't like, he often has a bad face. He likes to buy or sell or sell, but he is an open-minded person when it comes to people he likes. We are familiar with each other enthusiastically, otherwise we would not have talked to the end, and even made a small bet with Xu Yuanxia.

The old man smiled and asked: "Where's that big bearded man with unique vision? Why didn't you come? I lost the bet I made back then. That time I bought your Wuyue Bowl from Gu Yuguo, which caused Qingfufang to lose money. Some money, but these are not important. Business will inevitably have profits and losses. Besides, I am good at appraising bronzes, calligraphy and paintings, and beautiful wood and wood. It is not surprising that I occasionally make an eye on miscellaneous things along the way. I just owe the man a drink. , you can't always owe it, right? What is a boss? I don't like to owe people, it's more or less a small concern in my heart. Why don't I invite you to find a good place outside Qingfufang and have a drink? Just treat it as a repayment? "

Chen Ping'an shook his head and said with a smile: "It's better for my friend to come and ask for this wine from Mr. Hong later."

The old man was a little helpless, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Last time you were in this shop, you were just selling. In fact, there are some cool and open items that I usually don't want to show to others. Do you want to satisfy your eyes? You don't have to buy them. I'm not that kind of person. It’s rare to meet an acquaintance who is willing to deal with someone, so show them off and let the treasures breathe, and they are not hidden in the golden house, so they are not visible to others.”

Before Chen Pingan could say anything, the old man had already stood up, started looking around, and quickly placed three brocade boxes of different sizes on the table.

After the old man carefully opened it, he found a piece of imperial pine smoke ink, a clay figurine of a female figure wearing a power fence, and a cursive calligraphy.

The old man's face was full of pride, "These three items are also rare items on the second floor of Qingfufang. They are full of spiritual energy. Not to mention the clay figurines, the other two items are also very elegant, let alone given to dignitaries of the secular dynasty who know the goods. It’s given to the Confucian students of Guanhu Academy, so don’t feel disrespectful!”

The old man pointed to the pine smoke ink with his finger, "This piece of pine smoke ink made by the royal family of Shenshui Kingdom is not only taken from a thousand-year-old pine, but also has a great background. It was named 'Mr. Mugong' by the imperial court. The ancient pine is also known as 'Wei Zui' "Pine", there is an allusion handed down from generation to generation. After the great writer was drunk in the mountains and forests, when he saw "someone" blocking the road, he pushed the pine tree with his hand and said that he was still drunk. Unfortunately, after the fall of Shenshui Kingdom, the ancient pine was also destroyed, so this piece of pine smoke is ink. It is very likely that it is the only one left in the world."

The old man pointed at the clay figurine with hot eyes, "I bought this from a poor wild cultivator in the early years. It was a big leak. I only spent two hundred snow coins at that time. As a result, I passed by a room on the third floor. After appraisal by a senior, I found out that this clay figurine was once a set, with a total of twelve statues. It was made by an amazingly talented and beautiful fairy from the Upper Five Realms in Baidi City in China. She was known as the "Twelve Stunning Fairies" by later generations. The figurine, the magic is on the power fence, it is a small and exquisite magic weapon. Only by triggering the mechanism can the true appearance be seen. It is a pity that I have not yet figured out a way to crack it and cannot completely verify the identity of the clay figurine. Otherwise, this Everything can become the most popular item in Qingfufang, and it is a well-deserved treasure of the store! You need to know that in the world of collections, it is most difficult to achieve perfection, so it is also the most important thing to seek perfection.”

Finally, the old man pointed to the calligraphy and said regretfully: "Compared to the first two, this thing is not valuable. It is the calligraphy of a local swordsman in ancient Shu before he practiced Taoism. Although it is a copy, it is like the remains of an autumn cicada." , almost as good as the original, is called "Xizai Tie", which comes from the first sentence of the copybook, which is "Xizai Swordsmanship". This calligraphy is excellent, and the content is excellent. Unfortunately, it has been ages and was not well preserved in the early years, and its spirit has faded away. There are so many, like a hero dying in his old age or dying in his prime, it really hits the mark, it’s a pity that it’s a pity.”

Chen Ping'an was only moderately interested in the pine smoke ink and Mi Li clay female figurines made by the Shenshui Kingdom, so he just looked at them, but after looking at the last piece of facsimile and cursive calligraphy, Chen Ping'an felt that as for the text or calligraphy, Chen Ping'an was not interested in it. He has always been very enthusiastic about it, but his handwriting is almost like playing chess. It has no aura, is quite rigid, and is very dull. However, his calligraphy is not good. When it comes to other people's calligraphy, Chen Ping'an still has some discernment. This is due to the seal script of Mr. Qi's tripartite seal, the many copybooks written by Cui Dongshan, and the special purchases he made during his travels. After this ancient seal book, during the three hundred years in that Lotus Flower Blessed Land, he saw the calligraphy works of many masters of calligraphy who were at the top of the temple. Although they were briefly glimpsed again and again, the general meaning was deeply remembered by Chen Ping'an.

Therefore, Chen Ping'an, who had no intention of spending money at Qingfufang, was a little moved. Anyway, according to Mr. Hong's words, the imperial-made pine smoke ink and power fence clay female figurines are full of spiritual energy and are definitely not cheap. Only this copybook should be Not too expensive.

Chen Pingan asked the price, and the old man stretched out his palm and shook it.

Five Xiaoshu coins.

The pair of Qingshenshan bamboo chopsticks back then were only at this price.

Chen Pingan shook his head, "I can't afford it."

It's not that I don't like it, it's that I don't want to give up five Xiaoshu coins, which are only five hundred thousand taels of silver in the secular market!

Back then, in the county government office of Mei Glaze State, I bought a large pile of cursive calligraphy from the crazy alcoholic county captain, which only cost five pots of Xianjia wine. It cost less than a small sum of money.

When it comes to buying and selling, be afraid of comparing goods!

If he had not had the experience of selling wine to the down-and-out county lieutenant, Chen Pingan might have been like the old man who saw bamboo chopsticks and bought them as soon as he gritted his teeth.

The old man didn't force it, knowing that the other party was having trouble with the price. No matter what, if this sword-backing knight really liked the cursive calligraphy, it was no longer in vain for him to take out the copybook.

At this moment, the woman in colorful clothes outside the door said softly: "Mr. Hong, why don't you take out the most important thing in this room?"

The old man laughed angrily and said: "Qingcai, you didn't bring me here. Even if I sell something in this house, it won't be your problem for half a copper coin. Why are you kidding me!"

The woman obviously had a good relationship with the old man, and joked: "It would be good to take advantage of the guests and see the treasure more often."

She smiled at Chen Ping'an and said, "Young master, when you come to this room, you must take a look at Mr. Hong's bargain. If you don't see it, you won't see it in vain."

Chen Ping'an actually had no such intention, but Hong Yangbo smiled and stretched out his finger and clicked, "Turn your elbows outward and quickly find a man to marry, so that you don't have to eat full every day and cheat us old men in Qingfufang." Okay, anyway, I have already seen three good things, and there is no missing one."

The old man finally took out a boxy brocade box wrapped with gold silk. After opening it, a cool and cold air hit his face, but there was no sinister feeling at all, just like the heavy snow in the middle of winter, it was dignified and dignified.

Chen Pingan took a closer look and found four identical coins placed on his back.

The old man turned over the four big coins one by one and said with a smile: "They are Thunder God, Lightning Mother, Rain Master, and Fire Lord. They each catch monsters and subjugate them. This is a set of rare magic weapons that you can win with money. They are beautiful and also Zhongyong. There once was a royal child of the Zhu Ying Dynasty who wanted to pay for it, but the price was slightly lower than I expected. It was not possible to sell it originally, but the guy was too imposing and was under my pressure. Even if the shop owner is secretly happy, he still puts on a hypocritical face that is pretending to be calm. I feel upset just looking at it. This little trick is just for showing off in the market. It is really embarrassing to show off to me in front of me. In order to save the face of the Zhu Ying Dynasty, I found an excuse not to sell it."

The old man smiled and said: "Even if you don't buy it, you can still get it. It's not an ordinary porcelain and it can't be broken."

Chen Pingan twisted one of the coins, looked at the front and back carefully, put away his eyes, and asked, "How to sell it?"

The old man said: "A set of four pieces, do not sell them separately."

The old man still raised a palm and shook it.

Of course it's not the five Xiaoshu coins, but the Guyu coins.

Chen Ping'an smiled and asked, "Is there no need to discuss it?"

The old man shook his head, "Never bargain, otherwise you won't be able to afford this precious set of money passed down from Aaizhou."

Chen Pingan asked: "Did that royal child of the Zhu Ying Dynasty lower the price to four grain rain coins?"

The old man smiled and nodded.

Chen Pingan said with a bitter face: "Then I seem to be no different from him."

He also wanted to bargain down to four Grain Rain coins, and he couldn't put it down. He really wanted to pocket it in one go.

Money is dead, people are alive.

After Chen Pingan handed the tung leaf to Wei Bo, before going down the mountain, he asked Wei Bo to take out two grain rain coins, one of which was five grains. Chen Pingan carried it with him, thinking about traveling down the mountain, what would happen to the five grain rain coins? It was enough to deal with some emergencies. As for the other one, it was sent to Shujian Lake and handed over to Gu Can to prepare two Zhoutian feasts and a water and land dojo.

If he really encountered something similar to the five-color Golden Chamber Stove in the hands of Lu Yong of Qingyang Palace, which easily cost fifty Grain Rain coins, as long as it did not involve the fundamentals of the Dao, Chen Ping'an would be destined to have nothing to do with him.

After all, it’s all about spending money these days. Except for the two market shops in Qilong Lane, which can earn dozens of taels of silver every month, not a single piece of fairy money has been made in any of the mountains, including Luopo Mountain.

We really can no longer just spend money without making money.

The old man smiled heartily and said: "There is still something different. I like you a lot more. You can just haggle the price casually, but I won't agree to it anyway."

Chen Ping'an instantly understood and asked tentatively: "May I ask what the salary Qingfufang gives to Mr. Hong every year?"

Niujiaoshan Baofengzhai in Longquan County is gone, but the buildings and stores that cost huge sums of money to build are still there, and as Niujiaoshan has a Xianjia Ferry, it is the only one in Niujiaoshan that is indeed suitable for business.

The woman at the door covered her mouth and smiled, but laughter still came out. This shows how funny Chen Pingan's question was.

If you spend money to buy the four magic weapons of the highest grade, that's it. If you can't afford it, how dare you dig into the walls of Qingfu Fang in Dilongshan? Did you know that Qingfufang has been a local favorite at the Xianjia Ferry in Dilongshan Mountain for more than ten generations? Baofengzhai has hit a wall here before, and in the end, it still did not choose a location to open a store.

Hong Yangbo was also amused and waved his hand, "Don't mention this matter."

The old man was about to put away the spiritual weapon box wrapped with gold wire to cover the cold money. Unexpectedly, Chen Ping'an flipped his wrist and put five Grain Rain coins on the table, "Mr. Hong, I bought it."

The old man was surprised and said: "You really want to buy it? Don't you regret it? After leaving Qingfufang, you have to clear the money and goods, and you are not allowed to return it."

Chen Pingan nodded.

The old man stretched out a palm, and just put one finger against a Grain Rain coin. He released it as soon as he touched it. It was indeed a genuine Grain Rain coin from the mountains. It was full of spirit, circulated in an orderly manner, and could not be faked.

The old man asked again, "Are you sure?"

Chen Pingan glanced at the other three boxes that had not been put away, and asked with a smile: "Can I have something to add to it?"

The woman at the door of the house couldn't help but chuckle and quickly turned her head.

The old man half-seriously said, "How about if you help me pay back the drink?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "This won't work. Business is business."

The old man shook his head and said: "Forget it, business is business, fair price, no luck."

"Okay, if you don't add a head, you won't add a head. The water will flow slowly, let's talk about it later."

Chen Ping'an moved slightly, his back blocking his view of the room door, and put the silk brocade box within easy reach.

Finally, the old man personally delivered Chen Ping'an to the door of the house. It was not impossible to deliver Chen Ping'an to the door on the first floor of Qingfufang, but it was taboo and could easily lead to unnecessary speculation and prying.

The old man suddenly asked: "If you agreed to drink before, which thing did you plan to choose as a lottery ticket? "Xizai Tie"?"

Chen Pingan shook his head, "It's the clay female figurine of Power Fence."

The old man smiled and said: "The taste is good, but not the best. The most valuable thing is actually the piece of pine smoke ink made by the Shenshui Kingdom. The market price is nine Xiaoshu coins. According to this calculation, you only had to agree to drink, but in fact it is the same When I spend money on magic weapons, I treat it as bargaining for four Grain Rain coins. Then I can earn at least half a Grain Rain coin. Now, it’s just one and a half Grain Rain coins. Even if the commission from Qingfufang is deducted, I It can be said that I don’t have to worry about drinking anymore in this life.”

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Then next time my friend comes to Qingfufang, Mr. Hong remember to treat him to a nice drink, no matter how expensive it is."

The old man nodded, "As it should be."

After Chen Ping'an crossed the threshold, he told the woman that there was no need to see her off, and then said goodbye with clasped fists, "Mr. Hong, see you later."

The old man nodded in greeting and said, "I'm sorry for sending you so far. I hope we can do business often and the water will flow."

Chen Pingan then went downstairs and left, leading his horse slowly on the street outside Qingfufang.

The reason why I bought that set of money was to give it to Zhong Kui in Taipingshan.

The matter of making money cannot be rushed, no wonder Chen Pingan.

But Chen Pingan quickly turned around and saw the woman in a colorful dress walking quickly, holding a brocade box in her arms.

After Chen Ping'an stopped, the woman named Qingcai handed him the brocade box and said with a smile: "Mr. Hong was so sorry that he reluctantly gave up his love and gave this clay figurine to the young master. The young master didn't know that I took the box. It took me a long time to pull it out of the old gentleman's hand."

Chen Pingan smiled and said, "I'm so sorry." But there was no ambiguity in his hand movements. As a result, the woman didn't let go immediately. Chen Pingan pulled lightly and finally succeeded.

The woman looked at the back, raised her hands, and found them empty.

She shook her head with a smile and returned to Qingfufang. When the women on the first floor saw her, they all bowed their heads.

Arriving outside Hong Yangbo's house on the second floor, the old man stood respectfully at the door and said with a wry smile: "My boss, I was shocked when I saw you come to serve tea in person."

The woman smiled calmly and said, "Then that customer wanted to poach you, so you were even more shocked, weren't you?"

The old man smiled bitterly.

The woman walked into the house, bent down and stretched out a finger, teasing the little men in green standing on the branches of the ancient cypress. Hong Yangbo stood aside and wondered: "I don't know why my boss asked me to give away the power fence clay girl." Figurines?"

The woman played with the cute boys in green, "This person is most likely the young swordsman who appeared at Jianshui Villa."

The old man looked incredulous, "No way? Even if I could take out five Grain Rain coins in one go and buy the set of ghost-killing back coins that have been gathering dust for hundreds of years, I had seen this person back then, and he was still the most powerful person at that time. A pure martial artist in the three realms..."

The woman said calmly: "Aquarius Continent is so big, is there only one Zhenwu Shanma Kuxuan?"

The old man was still doubtful and did not think that the young man was the blue-shirted swordsman who made Su Lang of Songxi Kingdom suffer defeat.

The woman suddenly said: "Don't forget, I am also a sword cultivator."

The old man smiled and said: "My boss is a genius. He received the four-character prophecy of 'Earth Immortal Sword Cultivator' when he was young. The skills of merchants are just a small way."

The woman straightened up and clapped her hands, "Just now, this person climbed up to the second floor of Qingfufang. I happened to be cleaning the ancient sword in the 'cold air' room on the third floor. There was a trace of instability in the center of my sword, although it was fleeting. , but it’s absolutely true.”

The woman casually opened a brocade box on the table, spread out the cursive calligraphy, and twisted her fingers along the ink, and said slowly: "I guess that person has already seen that I am no longer a maid from Qingfufang. That's why. I didn't bother to hide the fact that he was carrying something small or close to me. Not only that, when we were saying goodbye on the street, I deliberately glanced at the sword behind his back, and he was..."

The woman raised her head and put her hands behind her back, "How should I put it? At that moment, he looked like the clay Bodhisattva on the shrine. For such a person, what does it mean if Qingfufang gives away a clay female figurine with a few small summer coins? ? If someone is willing to accept this favor from me, Qingfufang should burn high incense."

Having said this, the woman stretched out a finger and gently stroked it from top to bottom, thinking that the man looked at her and Hong Yangbo carefully, and they were completely different from each other.

The old man wiped the sweat from his forehead. Didn't he almost miss a great blessing? You have to make it difficult for someone to have a drink before you are willing to have something to add to your head.

The woman suddenly asked: "You said that the man didn't allow you to drink. Is it because he, as the Mountain Sword Immortal, disdains drinking with you, Hong Yangbo, at the same table, or does he really want his friend to drink with you in person?"

The old man said without hesitation: "Of course it's the former."

The woman laughed and said, "Qingfufang won't take the commission for killing ghosts and paying for it now. Hong Yangbo, next time I invite someone to drink, I'll treat him to someone expensive. Well, 'what's the price?'"

The old man smiled broadly and said, "This is a good relationship!"

Chen Pingan led the horse and walked. After paying the bill, it still took a while, so he waited patiently at the ferry for the departure of the ferry. Looking up, he saw that the ferries were rising and falling one after another, extremely busy.

This ferry seems to be even more prosperous than it was back then. If Niujiaoshan could be half as busy in the future, it would surely be able to make a lot of money every day.

Whether it’s gold and silver in the world, or money from gods, I’m afraid it won’t move. Since ancient times, money likes movement but doesn’t like tranquility.

This was an unintentional remark made by Cui Dongshan back then. It once sounded meaningless, but now Chen Ping'an can chew out some of the aftertaste and have endless aftertaste.

Cui Dongshan left the letter and met his grandfather Cui Cheng. After leaving Luolu Mountain, there was no news, like a mud cow drowning in the sea.

In addition to the flattering words in the letter, which can be ignored, it also talked about three major things. One thing was about the general pattern of Aquarius Continent, which involved the refining of the five-color soil of the new mountain as a natal thing.

One is about Li Xisheng and the Li family of Fulu Street. Cui Dongshan hopes that Mr. Chen Ping'an can still care about Xiaobaoping, so he doesn't need to feel too indebted to the Li family. It is best for the relationship between the two parties to remain an acquaintance. On, don’t add icing on the cake.

The last thing was said without any beginning or end, and was just mentioned in one stroke. He only said that he should wait a little longer, and the only way to defeat the enemy was to do it slowly.

Chen Pingan knew what Cui Dongshan was talking about.

It's his destiny.

Chen Ping'an's thoughts drifted far away. At the end of autumn, the sad wind swirled around the trees and the world was desolate.

Suddenly, someone walked quickly from behind and almost bumped into Chen Pingan. Chen Pingan moved away without leaving a trace. The other person seemed to be caught off guard. He paused and walked forward quickly without looking back.

Chen Ping'an didn't pursue it. He must have given the woman a brocade box in full view of the public after leaving Qingfufang, which aroused the covetousness of others.

Wild cultivators seek wealth without caring about the moral principles of the world.

In the mountains south of Shujian Lake, Chen Ping'an killed more evil cultivators and ghost cultivators in the Fifth Realm than he could count with one hand. In the end, he even exchanged wounds with a gold elixir cultivator who had a deadly feud. However, after that, the two sides were at peace with each other. Chen Ping'an did not come to seek revenge, nor did the other party hold back, relying on the right location and people to set up any kind of encirclement and hunting.

Chen Pingan turned around and saw two gray-looking boys and girls, with sallow faces and skinny muscles, both short in stature. They stood timidly not far away, looking up at Chen Pingan who was leading the horse, their eyes full of hope. The two children each held an open wooden box in their hands, selling some small objects on the mountain such as porcelain bottles, small bronze statues and pictures. They were not very spiritual. In fact, they were used by wealthy people as miscellaneous supplies for their study. It was not bad. Most of them cost one or two pieces of snow, but compared to the prices in street shops, they are quite expensive. This is probably the smallest baggage restaurant in the world, but there is a local force behind most of these children. The children Mostly just for food and clothing.

Chen Pingan carefully selected a few small things, and after some haggling, he finally bought three small things with twelve pieces of snow, a pair of "Eternally Blessed" tile inkstones, a pair of old pit yellow and frozen old seals, and vermilion The color is pleasant, a shallow red bowl with a moist color. I planned to give Pei money when I returned to Luopo Mountain. Anyway, this girl didn't care much about the price of something, she just wanted the more the merrier.

Chen Pingan took out the snow money from his sleeve and put three things into his sleeve.

After the two children thanked them, they turned around and ran away, probably because they were afraid that the person who had taken advantage of them would regret it.

The steps were light and joyful. When they reached a distance, they slowed down and whispered.

Looking at the young faces of the two children from a distance, they were full of hope.

Chen Pingan smiled knowingly.

Back then in Lizhu Cave, every extra trip and extra letter sent out would get one more copper coin from Zheng Dafeng. Presumably at that time, my footsteps on Fulu Street and Taoye Lane would only be faster than those of Zheng Dafeng. These two children are still in a hurry.

Taking a look at the sky, Chen Ping'an went to the wine shop near the ferry to order a pot of Longjin wine. He didn't go inside and just sat on the roadside. Compared with Laolongcheng Osmanthus Wine and Shujian Lake Wuti Wine, it was inferior. There are many, and of course the price is low. It is said that the water for brewing wine comes from a famous spring on the mountainside of Dilong Mountain, and the source of the aura of the entire Dilong Mountain is said to be that after the real dragon appeared on the underground dragon path, it gave it to a A section of dragon tendon cut off by the Great Sword Immortal merged into the mountains, and the aura of the mountains and waters surged like a spring.

Chen Ping'an drank the wine one after another. It was rare to feel so leisurely. This time when he went south to visit his hometown again, he was actually in a hurry and counting the days until his return. In fact, he rarely had such a leisurely mood.

Even though the horse was no longer restrained by the reins, it still stayed where it was, occasionally lifting its hoof and tapping the stone slab lightly.

In fact, Chen Pingan has been paying attention and will not give it any chance to cause trouble.

He took him to Luolu Mountain to keep the horse he named Quhuang as a companion.

Pedestrians on the ferry side were often either rich or noble, except for those who were cultivators. Chen Pingan drank wine and silently watched their words and deeds, but his eyes flickered.

Time flies.

Chen Pingan put down his wine bowl and led his horse to the ferry.

After boarding the ship and placing the horses, Chen Pingan began to practice six-step walking in the cabin. He could not lose to Zhao Shuxia, whom he had taught boxing to.

It seemed like every ferry ride was just punch after punch.

Chen Ping'an came to the bow of the ferry in the dead of night one night and sat on the railing, with the full moon in the sky. The book says that the moon is the brightness of my hometown, but it doesn’t seem to be mentioned in the books about the vast world. In another world, above the city, looking up, there is the strange scene of the three months hanging in the sky. Foreigners only need to take a look at it. , can be remembered for a lifetime.

Not far away, a pair of young men and women in rich brocade clothes walked over, making love to each other.

Chen Ping'an took off his sword gourd and took a sip of wine. Now when he drinks, he no longer has the same feeling as when he first drank. He can drink even if he is worried or not worried, but he doesn't have any addiction. It's natural, just like drinking water when he was young.

The young lovers were so shy that they didn't expect that there would be such a big lantern hanging on the railing late at night, so they had to take a detour and go further to talk to each other. The man kept making small movements with his hands and the woman was shy. , blushed, and glanced at the annoying lantern from time to time. Seeing that the man didn't seem to notice, he breathed a sigh of relief and let his lover take his hand. After all, this time when the master traveled down the mountain, the two of them were usually in the same room. It was a rare opportunity to be alone. They had made an appointment early and sneaked out of the house.

Chen Pingan simply lay down on his back, crossed his legs, and held the sword gourd in his hands.

From the corner of Chen Ping'an's eye, he caught a glimpse of a young man standing in the distance with a lonely look. His appearance was plain, and he was indeed not as good as the man who was making love with the woman.

Chen Ping'an didn't look any further.

After the frustrated man left, an angry old woman walked out of the ship's deck soon, and the couple immediately stood apart.

The man who was bold before took a step back and lowered his head. The shy woman took a step forward instead. She looked directly at the elders of her sect.

The old woman scolded him severely, waved her sleeves and left.

The woman covered her face and cried, but the man comforted her with words.

Based on the old woman's words, Chen Ping'an learned that this group of monks from the Songxi Immortal Family were going to Yunxia Mountain to observe the ceremony, where someone had just become a Golden Elixir Earth Immortal. As the elder of the Mountain Gate Ancestral Master Hall, the old woman angrily ordered the woman not to climb the mountain and only allowed her to wait at the foot of Yunxia Mountain. In her words, the old woman seemed to favor the man. If there hadn't been an outsider present, I believe the old woman wouldn't have ended up cursing "Hu Mei Zi".

As soon as the old woman left, the man was a good talker, and the woman quickly turned from tears into laughter. The woman's smiling face after the rain was like the sky after the rain, the most infatuated and moving.

Chen Ping'an sighed softly, never shifting his gaze, just looking at the sky with a thin moon and stars.

After the men and women returned to their respective houses, another man came to the boat railing. He was in a state of despair. After secretly complaining to the elders of the division, he didn't know whether it was guilt or guilt. He lay down on the railing and stared at the night sky.

The man suddenly turned his head and said, "I advise you not to talk too much."

Time is a long river, the flow never stops, and there are many passers-by in life.

Chen Ping'an ignored the young immortal master's threat at all.

The man was furious, "Are you deaf?!"

Chen Pingan nodded slightly, "Yes, I am deaf."

The man was stunned and said sternly: "Are you looking for death?!"

Chen Pingan said slowly: "Are you stupid to chat with a deaf person?"

The man was so angry that he strode forward, but when he reached half way, he suddenly stopped. Thinking of the teachings of his masters and the rumors in the world, the young man gave up on his impulsiveness.

But in this way, he seemed to be too fierce and shy. The young monk was hesitant, not knowing whether to continue to provoke verbally or just leave, out of sight and out of mind.

Chen Pingan asked: "If you really succeed in breaking up the pair of mandarin ducks, do you think you can win the heart of the beauty? Or do you think that even taking a step back and embracing the beauty is enough?"

The young monk remained silent.

Chen Pingan sat up, turned around and said with a smile: "She is your senior sister, right? Then the man your senior sister likes, and the man who likes her, don't seem to be good things. Do you think such a woman is miserable? Or you? Can you wait, wait for the day when your senior sister is let down and her heart is broken, and you can take advantage of it? After you succeed, you will abandon her as your revenge? "

The young monk clenched his fists tightly, veins popping out.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "If you look closely at the human mind, it is really boring. No wonder you monks on the mountain should always ask yourselves. In your heart, if crops don't grow, weeds will grow."

The young monk's eyes changed slightly.

Judging from his tone, this person is not a monk?

So he's just a swordsman?

Then he just glanced at that person, and for a moment, it was like a bucket of cold water was poured on his head, it was extremely weird.

The young monk left in a hurry, not caring about face or shame. Anyway, after this farewell, they were destined to never see each other again.

Chen Pingan took a deep breath. After Shu Jian Lake, the cracking method he came up with was still of little use. At that time, Cui Cheng made it clear that the inner demons of human beings are not divided into good and evil, which is the most terrifying thing. What is even more terrifying, in Cui Cheng’s words, is that Chen Ping’an has a very good memory and is too accustomed to detailing details. , no matter how cheap you got in the past, you will have to suffer a lot in the future.

It is better to remove water than to block it.

I really want to go to Beiju Luzhou early.