Sword of Coming

The man who had been sleeping soundly in the depression of the rock cliff in this stream shook his sleeves casually, and the mountain water was like snow-white beads falling into the water. He asked with a smile: "Master, now that the matter has come to this, what should I say?"

Chen Pingan said: "I don't have much money, so I won't fight with you."

The man looked overjoyed and nodded: "Then I will accept your love."

The old fox from Xishan was not happy anymore. He poked the ground hard with his wooden stick, and then stretched out two spread fingers, just pointing at Chen Ping'an and the ragged man respectively. "The old man said, whoever has money will be my son-in-law. No." It's easy to talk about the slightest bit of kindness! You, a young man wearing a bamboo hat, spend a lot of money. I have deliberately tested your character again and again, but you have passed the test. Now that the matter has come to this, there is nothing left to cook. You should cherish it!”

"If my daughter follows you, she will most likely have enough food and clothing in her life, and she will be able to wear gold and silver. Maybe she will be more like a wealthy lady than the female officials under Fan Yunluo in Skinny City. As for that beggar, here he is After drinking the northwest wind for several months, what kind of bird is this? The old man's heart is like a mirror. The whole world is not as big as his tone. It's impossible. My daughter was born to enjoy a blessed life. She can't bear hardships. The old man will never I won’t watch my precious daughter jump into the fire pit!”

Chen Ping'an's eyes were opened. He had traveled to various places over the years and had seen mountain gods getting married, fox charms seducing scholars, and even city gods taking concubines, but he had never seen such a random marriage of girls.

The ragged man with an unattractive appearance said helplessly: "My father-in-law, I don't have any money. I don't even have a piece of snow to spend. It's hard for my son-in-law to lie to you. But before I came to this ghost valley, I actually made a big deal. As a last resort, I sold an arsenal close to me, along with the fairy money and many magic weapons inside, at a discount, but I am actually not poor."

The old fox was so angry that he hit the ground several times with his wooden staff and shouted at the top of his lungs: "You're here to deceive me again! Get out of here, I only care about money!"

Chen Pingan took out a handful of snow money and said, "I only have this little fairy money on me."

The old fox in Xishan said sickly: "You kid, you talk in roundabout ways, and the clouds and fog surround me. I can't tell the truth, but it doesn't matter, it's better than that beggar. You are the son-in-law! From now on, our Xishan Fox clan will flourish." , it all depends on you, my son-in-law. You can use your strength while you are young. By the way, my daughter’s name is Wei Taizhen, her maiden name. She also has a younger brother, Wei Gaowu, who is not good at anything and has entered a family. We are just a family. From now on, please remember to take more care of your brother-in-law. When we leave the Ghost Valley together, we will have the opportunity to help him marry seventeen or eight immortal women..."

But Chen Pingan reached out to the man.

The man smiled knowingly and said: "You can lend me these fairy money, but it's better to give them to me. In this way, I will have money."

The old fox's eyes were twitching. Could it be that the helper invited by the beggar worked together to kidnap his daughter?

The girl hiding behind the small green umbrella asked timidly: "Sir, I only want to ask one thing. Have you ever seen a golden hairpin under the water?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said frankly: "I have never seen it."

The girl sighed quietly, stood up slowly, her figure was graceful, her face was still lowered and hidden deep in the green umbrella. It was a cute little umbrella like its owner, with a hole the size of a stone, which somewhat disfigured the scenery. The girl's voice was actually cold and clear, but natural. There is a charm of foxiness, which is probably the natal magical power of foxiness in the world. "Young master, don't blame my father, just take it as a joke."

The girl tugged on the old fox's sleeve and said softly: "Dad, let's go."

The old man gave the young man wearing a bamboo hat a sharp look, and looked more and more like a liar. He snorted coldly, "Marriage is not a trivial matter. Let's discuss it later."

The old fox from Xishan left in a hurry with the girl holding the umbrella.

Due to the messy steps, the green gourd hanging from the wooden staff was dangling.

As soon as the old and young fox demons left, the mountain stream quickly returned to silence.

There are no birds, the mountains and rivers are quiet, and the tranquility actually reveals a lifeless silence.

Chen Pingan put away the handful of snow money and put it into his sleeve.

The man smiled and said, "I, Yang Chongxuan, owe you half a favor."

Chen Pingan shook his head, "You don't have to be so polite. I just think it's better to do less than to do more."

The man said nothing more. He was probably too hungry and had no energy left. He found a slightly flat rock cliff and lay down in a daze.

Chen Pingan took off his bamboo hat and stared at the lights in the mountain stream, like fireflies on a summer night.

Now that I have come to Baojing Mountain, of course I am here for the opportunity and the magic weapon. Although there is not much hope, it depends on man-made efforts. There are indeed windfalls of fortune that can come to you just by lying down, but in the end they are very few. More It is still the way to make money as a wild cultivator, like swallows chewing mud and ants moving. Once you are lucky enough to encounter a real opportunity to practice Taoism, it will be a coexistence of crisis and blessing. You need to be cautious, and you may even have to risk your life.

Just like the pair of lower-level Taoist couples who should be in Naiheguan Market now, they went through all the hard work until Crow Ridge, but in fact they couldn't earn a single piece of snow.

If they go further to Qinglu Town in the north, they may both perish. They are worthy of their status as Taoist monks and become a pair of desperate mandarin ducks.

As for the name "Yang Chongxuan", Chen Pingan went through it in his mind without any memory. There is no record in "Xinxin Collection", so he will just write it down for now.

It should not be the heroic spirit city lord here in Ghost Valley who is like a local deity, or a powerful Yin spirit in Bailong City who doesn't listen to orders.

He must be a strange person who came here to experience.

As for cultivation, it should not be underestimated.

Because Chen Ping'an couldn't tell his roots and depth at all.

Like the group of old men in black robes who walked past the archway together before, their divine splendor was restrained and their true spirit was hidden deep inside. Chen Pingan still guessed that he was an Earth Immortal Sword Cultivator who was at least at the Golden Core Realm.

Of course, it is more likely that Yang Chongxuan is simply a pseudonym.

Chen Ping'an's fear of Pu Chun from Bailong City was mainly due to his high level of cultivation.

But for some reason, this Yang Chongxuan brought more dangerous aura to Chen Pingan than Pu Chun.

This is definitely not because Yang Chongxuan's realm is higher than that of Pu Chun, who is at the peak of Nascent Soul.

Even though Chen Pingan couldn't see through the depth of this person, he vaguely felt that Yang Chongxuan still lacked "a little bit of meaning" compared to Pu Chun, who seemed to be one with heaven and earth. On the road of cultivation, this point is often a natural chasm.

The man who called himself Yang Chongxuan was lying on the other side with his legs crossed and said with a smile: "If you are here for the biggest opportunity in Baojing Mountain, I advise you to forget it. When it comes to looking for treasures in the water, I also advise you to stop looking for a long time. , your soul will suddenly tremble at a certain moment, you can't help yourself, and your mind will be unstable. Your soul will leave your body, like water flowing down a mountain stream, and it will be difficult to take it back. In this process, the realm of earthly immortals will I'll just be completely unaware of it. Telling you these secrets about how Baojing Mountain silently eats people's souls will pay off half of the favor I owed you."

This mountain stream was created by a treasure mirror falling to the ground. This is a deliberately deceptive statement in Pima Sect's "Xinxin Collection". It is not that those old antiques who dealt with dead people and underworld weapons were worried that outsiders would steal the opportunity, but that this thing is difficult to find. Regardless of the search, ordinary monks who go into the mountains to hunt for treasures will easily end up with the same fate as those birds, beasts, and skeletons under the water. They will become the essence of the mountains and rivers. Not only that, half of the souls of the earthly immortals will be detained in the water and cannot escape, and the rest will be trapped in the water. After half of the souls are reincarnated, even if they can be reincarnated and continue to be human beings, for Qi practitioners, having their souls mutilated is a taboo.

"As for why I can practice here, I am naturally prepared."

Yang Chongxuan said half of his words, but if he said too much, he probably became suspicious. He swung one leg and said lazily: "I am an unstable person. I like to learn a little bit of everything, but I am miscellaneous but not perfect."

After hearing this, Chen Pingan withdrew his gaze and put on his hat again.

I plan to leave Baojing Mountain right now.

The treasures of heaven, materials and earth that arise at the right moment, and the exotic flowers and plants in the secret realm of the fairy mountain must be obtained in a proper way and with a skill. Both are indispensable, and it is extremely important to pay attention to the right time, place, and people.

Who is in which place, what solar term and time, what method is used, and what secret treasure is carried to carry it, all linked together.

A high level is far from enough to determine everything.

There is a clear record in "Xinxin Ji" that the lord of Xianci City is bound to get the opportunity of Baojing Mountain, but he has spent hundreds of years and still can't crack it. He borrowed more than a thousand artifacts from the three surrounding cities that had good relations with each other, and then borrowed a group of talisman warriors from Bailong City Pu'an who were specially used to open peaks and move mountains, and tried to directly move Baojing Mountain and move the entire mountain. Going to the Immortal Temple City consumes countless manpower and material resources, but in the end it is still a waste of water.

This shows how elusive the blessing of Baojing Mountain is.

If you want to get the right eye on the mural of the Heavenly Official and Goddess of the City, you probably have to rely on fate.

And if you want to take away the precious mirror, you don't even know what you need to rely on. Pima Sect doesn't know, and Guixi Valley doesn't know either.

But Chen Pingan quickly changed his mind and gave it a try.

Some deep-rooted old ideas need to be changed.

You can’t always feel like you can’t seize additional opportunities.

The old fox from Xishan walked down Baojing Mountain, holding a staff in one hand and twirling his beard with the other, sighing all the way.

The girl was a little distracted.

The old man suddenly asked: "Too true, why don't you marry the Ghost Commander of Sandou City? That femininity is the number one warrior under the Lord of Sandou City after all. It is different from ordinary femininities. Compared with those who are prone to bloodshed and mouthing, otherwise Even though he has a jagged frame and no flesh, he is still well-organized. In our place, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a handsome young man."

The girl frowned.

The old man said helplessly: "Yes, the wandering Taoist said that your marriage must be a man who can see the golden hairpin in the deep stream. But how many years have passed? Two hundred years? Three hundred years? Let's put it aside. In the markets outside Ghost Valley, at your age, your grandson’s grandson’s grandson should get married and have children…”

The girl was bored, and gently twisted the small green umbrella with a hole in it, turned her head to look at the mountainside of Baojing Mountain, and murmured: "Dad, don't rush your daughter, just wait for a hundred years at most." , if I can’t wait, I will marry my daughter as soon as she gets married.”

The old man lamented, "Then you must marry a rich family. It's best not to be too arrogant. You must be filial and know how to treat your father-in-law well. In addition to generous betrothal gifts, you must also show filial piety to your father-in-law from time to time. And When you get married, don't be like a piece of water thrown away. Whether dad can live a comfortable life for a few days in the rest of his life depends on you and his future son-in-law."

The girl hesitated for a moment, then suddenly asked: "Dad, it's just like what the ghost commander of Sandou City said, if his daughter marries him, the Lord of Sandou City can help you build an ancestral temple in Baojing Mountain and serve as an incense burner." The water god?"

The old man sneered and said: "You can't believe what people say, let alone the lies told by ghosts like this. You have no idea how valuable the mountains and rivers gods in Ghost Valley are? There are so many city lords in the north and south, but only a few? Even though we are from such a background. , build a golden body, and become a mountain god, that is something we never dare to hope for. The rules of the Confucian saints are strict, and no one dares to disobey them. He is just a water god, and he is quite decent. It is a pity that Dad knows his own weight, and there is no way. That fate. The little water magic magic in the secret book of my father's practice, secretly drinking some Baojingshan water luck, and relying on stupid methods to increase my cultivation level little by little is already the ultimate."

The girl smiled sweetly, "Dad, are you afraid that becoming a god will have to suffer the pain of 'shattering your bones and frying your soul'?"

The old man is also a thick-skinned man, "That's natural. Whether it's living or dead, or we are the monsters of the mountains and rivers, all of us in this world are rushing to enjoy happiness. Why is it relatively simple for the heroes of the dynasty to become gods? , it is because of the protection of the national destiny, the merits and virtues, the ghosts and monsters become gods, why are they so dangerous? It is not that they are far away from the world, they can’t save their moral virtues, and they have credit with God. In this ghost valley, I have only seen a few people in my life. A living person? He has such a bad character, not to mention that he would kill him if he saw one. He deceived so many Qi practitioners to go to the mountains and rivers to observe the water, causing them to lose their souls. For hundreds of years, Dad, every time during the Qingming Festival , just go around Baojing Mountain, picking up soil and burning incense again and again, do you think it’s fun? This is what dad feels guilty about. "

The old man stamped his feet for no reason and said angrily: "My dear, you are so pretty, why do those city lords look down on you? Otherwise, let alone a sparrow turning into a phoenix, becoming the first wife of a certain city lord is just a favored one. Concubine, it’s time for dad and your useless brother to flourish. Where do you need to sit in this indifferent Baojing Mountain, staring at small eyes, eating and waiting to die? Just say that big pervert in Fenlang City Embryo, I was clamoring to get you married to a matchmaker in a big sedan chair earlier, but why have you been so stoic these past few years that you are no longer tempted?"

The girl looked a little innocent.

Can you force others to like you or not?

She has a pair of very beautiful eyes.

The old fox lamented endlessly. The Xishan fox clan was withering away day by day, and there were not many left.

I heard that there is a place in Aquarius Continent where the fox clan is prosperous, but the old fox firmly believes that his daughter will still be stunningly beautiful even if she goes there.

The white jade square at the entrance to the palace of the city lord of Skinny City is as bright as a mirror, and the light can shine on people.

A girl clenched her hands into fists and put them on her chest. She wrinkled her face and pouted, looking at the badly damaged chariot, she wanted to cry without tears.

It’s my fault that I went to my grandma’s house.

After escaping from death twice in a row, the city lord of Skinny City was not at all happy, only sad.

For the first time, she actually admitted that her skills were inferior to others. This was a common thing in Guixi Valley. Many city lords who had great fame in history were not as good as her now, working as cattle for Bailong City and Xiangci City. Horses are worse than chickens and dogs, and chickens and dogs dare to croak and bark at passers-by. Do those big ghosts who have been city lords dare to do it now?

But the second time, it seemed that the clouds were calm and there was no trace of blood, but it was what worried Fan Yunluo the most.

The favor owed to the famous "Bone Sword Immortal" in Ghost Valley must always be repaid.

No exceptions.

Fan Yunluo sniffed, wiped her face, and walked around the baby carriage, touching and wiping here and there, feeling extremely distressed.

If you want to restore it like new, you have to spend a lot of money. How difficult is it to earn some fresh fairy money in Ghost Valley without leaving any money?

Fan Yunluo suddenly hit the chariot with her forehead and made a loud bang.

She howled as hard as she could.

Seeing the old woman who was lucky enough to return to the city alive, she felt increasingly guilty. At that time in Wuwu Ridge, she and those female ghosts in city palace attire scattered and fled. Some of them were unlucky, and it rained all night, so they might as well have died under the sword of the young swordsman and given up to the golden elixir ghost. She was kidnapped with her men, and she hid quickly. Afterwards, she gathered a few greasy city female officials, which was a small way to make up for her fault. But now seeing the appearance of the city lord, the old woman was a little worried. Seeing the city lord's attitude, she should Isn't it asking her to use her private money to repair this treasure chariot?

For a time, the old woman had the idea of ​​moving to another city.

In Ghost Valley, big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimps, and the shrimps at the bottom can only eat mud.

Once the situation of losing troops and generals occurs, the consequences will be unimaginable, and it will easily attract the covetousness of surrounding forces. Once several forces secretly form an alliance and swarm them, Skinny City is destined to fall apart.

Here, as long as it is a fight, it is most taboo to remain in a stalemate, or to kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred to oneself, because larger forces often take advantage of the situation and beat them to death. If the two parties are making wedding clothes for others, why bother? Come on. But once a certain city in Ghost Valley decides to take action, it will probably be after weighing all kinds of considerations before settling on the prey, so it is often a one-shot kill, which is a sure shot.

Although Fan Yunluo is a golden elixir cultivator, she is still weak in Skin City, so Fan Yunluo likes to make secrets. For example, she half-hiddenly revealed that she has a very good relationship with the Pima Sect and has met a Pima Sect garrison. The ancestral hall in Qinglu Town has a monk who is a sworn brother, but the old woman knows the truth and is talking nonsense. If the other party is willing to nod, let alone the sworn brother of the same generation, he will recognize him as his godfather, and even the ancestor, Fan Yunluo All willing. Fortunately, the monk devoted himself to asking questions and did not care about worldly affairs. In the Pima Sect, like Yang Lin in the mural city, he was a proud man with a promising future, and he was too lazy to bother with the skinny city.

Their Skiny City is the lowest power among the cities in the south of Ghost Valley. The group of female ghosts brought to Crow Ridge are all Fan Yunluo's henchmen. This trip has really damaged the foundation of Skiny City. .

The White Lady has been seriously injured, ranging from an armor to a hundred years. She can only lie half-dead in the pool. A loss of combat power is nothing. This White Lady is not known for her combat power. But she is the concubine of the city lord of Fenlang City who is secretly kept outside. This is a fact known to everyone in the south of Guixiao Valley. It is not a secret. And the wife of the city lord is not only a Taoist companion with the city lord, but she is also the real manager. , because of the White Lady matter, Fenlangcheng has always looked down upon Skinny City with great displeasure.

The old woman lowered her head slightly, with a gloomy expression on her face. She thought that if she didn't do anything else, why not steal the central magical weapon of the city's defense array and cast it on the lady of Fenlang City?

As long as Fenlang City eats up Skiny City, maybe he will be the next Lord of Skiny City.

Ghost Valley has a total of thirty-six large and small cities in the north and south. They have always been city lords with flowing water and iron cities. When the city lords are changed, they just change their names according to their preferences.

This is an unwritten rule in the Ghost Valley. It is said to have come from the White Bone Jingguan City. Attack the city and fight against each other. Let your victorious party eradicate the grass and roots. It doesn't matter how you eat them alive or kill the ghosts. The only thing is that you are not allowed to cause wanton destruction. So much so that the city was destroyed into ruins, unless one had the foundation and capital to rebuild a city on the ruins within ten years. Otherwise, when ten years are up, several immortals and ghost commanders from Jingguan City will lead their armies southward, and that would be the true situation of leaving no one behind.

The old woman was hesitant. Although she was more inclined to betray Skinny City and the incompetent Fan Yunluo, she was still a little embarrassed. This dirty thing of a seller seeking glory was still not very popular in Ghost Valley after all, so she changed her master to serve her. It will also crowd out the meritorious veterans and take the opportunity to cause trouble.

The only hope is that Mrs. Fenlangcheng, because she is also a woman, will not care about whether these people are loyal or not.

Fan Yunluo suddenly stopped her crazy movements, turned to the old woman, and said pitifully: "The man named Pu from Bailong City, after rescuing me, said that there will be another tribute this year, and he wants a double portion. Aunt Chang, what do you mean? What should we do? We have so many defeated soldiers in Skinny City, where can we find magic weapons that can stand on the stage and have the Dharma Eyes of White Cage City?"

The old woman's heart trembled and she said with a smile: "City Lord, this is a blessing among misfortunes, it's a good thing! Now that Puda City Lord has opened Chrysostom, we in Skinny City won't have to worry about any thieves for at least a hundred years."

Fan Yunluo's childish face was still full of sorrow, "But Skinny City cannot make ends meet, and it has to drain the family's wealth every time, trying to survive for a hundred years, and dying late is not death."

The old woman could only force out a smile and consoled her: "The city lord does not need to be discouraged. A hundred years may not be long or short. As long as time changes once or twice, our Skinny City will suddenly transform into a first-class city in the south." It’s a big city. When the time comes, let alone the faces of Xiangci City and Fenlang City, City Lord Pu will probably rely on the City Lord.”

Fan Yunluo nodded.

She stretched out her fingers and wiped her face like a kitten, scratched the corners of her eyes, and said doubtfully: "I'm so heartbroken, but I don't even have a few tears. It's a bit shameful."

The old woman was speechless.

Fan Yunluo waved her hand, put the chariot into her sleeves, walked towards the gate of the mansion, and shouted: "I'm going to stab that bastard in the hat to death!"

The old woman followed behind, her thoughts changing rapidly.

Are the city lord's words knocking him down? Or careless words?

Fan Yunluo kept walking and suddenly turned around and asked, "By the way, what's that person's name?"

The old woman said awkwardly: "The other party doesn't seem to have a self-registered number."

Fan Yunluo stopped, dumbfounded, suddenly waved her sleeves, stamped her feet, and said with great sorrow: "I can't even prick the straw man I'm good at."

The old woman was helpless.

How many little straw men have been piled up in the boudoir in the city lord's mansion? Which one will work?

Fan Yunluo is already short in stature and wears big clothes. Walking around the mansion, she actually looks like...a walking carrot.

Over there in the deep stream of Baojing Mountain, Chen Ping'an, who was determined, used many methods, such as taking out a fishing rod from Zizhu Island in Shuli Lake, and after looking at an object on the bottom of the water, he did not dare to look too much into the water, and quickly held his breath and concentrated. , and then threw the fishhook into the water, trying to pick up a few pairs of crystal white bones from the bottom of the water, or hook the few broken magic weapons that emitted a faint golden light, and then dragged them out of the stream. Chen Pingan tried several times and was surprised. I found that the scene at the bottom of the lake was like a mirage, just a phantom. I lifted the pole again and again, but it was empty.

Chen Ping'an still didn't believe in the evil, so he tried several methods, but still couldn't get anything out of the water. I thought that this deep stream may have nurtured the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, forming a barrier similar to the landscape formation. Finally, I twisted a piece of yellow talisman paper to break the barrier to clear the way, quickly threw it into the water, and then threw the pole to follow the path. After breaking into the water, the talisman burned very quickly in the gloomy water, and still returned without success.

Chen Ping'an squatted by the water, feeling a little sorry for the barrier-breaking talisman.

Yang Chongxuan lay on the snow-white stone cliff on the opposite bank and said with a smile: "Don't talk about fancy tricks like yours. In history, there have been many earthly immortal monks who have used all their magic weapons. There are even monks who borrowed a priceless drinking bottle to consume their spiritual energy. , using his magical power, he drew countless amounts of water from this stream, and the water in the drinking bottle was enough to flood a large dynasty city, but he still didn't take out anything from this stream. This business was a huge loss, do you know the reason?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "I hope fellow Taoist Yang can clear up my doubts."

When traveling and calling people to be Taoist friends, you will never make any mistakes.

Yang Chongxuan folded his hands as a pillow, basked in the sun, squinted at the sky, and said slowly: "On many hills, they like to let the beautiful female cultivators use the magic of mirror flowers, water and moon as a means of making money. The male cultivators in the world look at that bowl. Water, in the water curtain, all the charming fairies are close at hand, as if they are within reach, but how far is the real distance? How long can your fishing line be, is it even a thousand miles away? "

Chen Ping'an suddenly said: "That's it. It seems that I have thought too much."

Yang Chongxuan said: "Exotic treasures in the world, unless they are the ones that have just appeared in the world, can barely be regarded as a share of those who have seen them. As for Baojing Mountain, it has been visited by countless monks for thousands of years. It has no blessings. It's not so easy to get it. I've been here for so many years and I'm just waiting, so you don't have to feel embarrassed. I used all the more ridiculous methods back then, jumping directly into the deep stream, thinking We wanted to explore the bottom, but it turned out that it was easy to go down but difficult to go back. After swimming for a full month, I almost drowned in it."

Chen Pingan sincerely praised: "Yang Daoyou has a high level of cultivation."

Yang Chongxuan sighed, "Let's make do. It's said that the city lord of Jingguan City has been exploring the water for a year, but he still couldn't find the golden hairpin that opened the door. Although the city lord is a dead thing, he has occupied the sky. It’s a big bargain, but even if I die and become a ghost, I believe I will still be able to survive for less than a year.”

Chen Pingan asked curiously: "This mountain stream water is full of yin after all. If you find a suitable buyer outside the Ghost Valley, you might be able to sell a few kilograms of water for a piece of snow. The monk who borrowed the drinking bottle back then, There is so much mountain water stored in the bottle, why is it not a huge profit but a huge loss?"

Yang Chongxuan said with a smile: "When this water leaves the boundary of Baojing Mountain, the Yin Qi dissipates very quickly. Unless it is hidden in things close by, if too much water is stolen from the mountain stream and reaches the outside, it will be like a flood bursting the embankment. It was like that back then." The fifth-level monk made an inadvertent mistake. After arriving at the Skeleton Beach, he took out the drinking bottle of magic weapon quality from something nearby. The drinking bottle with too much water could not withstand the impact of the Yin Qi and exploded on the spot. Fortunately, it is at the Skeleton Beach, not far from the Swaying River. If it were elsewhere, this guy might be held accountable by the Academy Saint."

Yang Chongxuan smiled and said: "It is not difficult to sell ten kilograms of unrefined mountain water transported by water for a piece of snow in the Skeleton Beach. The prerequisite is that you have something square and close, and you have one or two things similar to drinking bottles." The grade of the utensil is too high. If it is too high, it is easy to do bad things. If it is too low, it will take up too much space. Under the Earth Immortal, one would not dare to come here to get water. As an Earth Immortal, how can one value these few snow coins?"

Chen Ping'an took off the sword gourd, put it into the mountain stream, and filled the gourd with water.

After all, I am a half-hearted Qi practitioner who opened up the Water Mansion. When I paid for the gloomy tea from the swaying riverside tea stall, I also considered it to make up for the water vapor. If I could fill it with water from this gourd mountain stream, it would barely be considered a wasted trip to the treasure house. Mirror Mountain.

But before leaving Ghost Valley, you can indeed make another trip to Baojing Mountain. You don’t have to expect the legendary drinking bottles. You can prepare some more bottles and cans to hold several thousand kilograms of mountain water. Then go back to Skeleton Beach and see if you can Doing business with the tea stall owner would be a big income.

Yang Chongxuan just glanced at the "vermilion wine bottle" in Chen Pingan's hand, slightly surprised, but not too interested.

"Thank you for your words, fellow Taoist."

Chen Ping'an stood up, clasped his fists and said, "Since Baojing Mountain and I are destined to have no fate, Fellow Daoist Yang, take your leave."

Yang Chongxuan sat up and seemed surprised, "Are you leaving now?"

Chen Pingan nodded and put on his bamboo hat.

Yang Chongxuan lay back on the stone cliff and began to close his eyes to rest. After a while, he opened his eyes and said, "You are really gone? Should I say that you are decisive in your actions, or that you have no patience at all?"

When the man put away the bamboo poles earlier, he clearly used the square inch and did not cover it up deliberately.

Just like him generously extending his feet into the water, it is actually a small gesture of goodwill.

In Luzhou, Beiju, if you want to fight less, you must learn to reveal some of your family background.

Otherwise, there are many ants who are not very capable and have a bad temper. You crush each other to death with your toes, but they will still curse you until they die, spit on you, refuse to repent, and kill people for food. This kind of The more things happened, "Yang Chongxuan" felt more and more tired and boring, so he gradually changed his temper and became more "kind to others". For example, the old Xishan fox had such a bad mouth, so he changed it to "Yang Chongxuan" My former self would have died eighty times if not a hundred times.

After the young ranger left Baojing Mountain, Yang Chongxuan was in a slightly better mood.

What the other party said really spoke to his heart.

The less trouble, the better.

What's more, this is a critical period for Yang Chongxuan to get opportunities.

He sat up, squinted his eyes, and stared at the deep stream that seemed to be able to be seen through with a single glance.

This treasured mirror, the guess in the "Anxiety Collection" is wrong. It is not a mirror of light at all. It is definitely not a treasured demon mirror aimed at monsters and monsters. It is a long-lost mirror of the Three Mountains and Nine Lords Realm.

It is also a semi-immortal weapon.