Sword of Coming

Chen Pingan put away his military book and opened a book similar to Pima Sect's "Xinxin Ji", called "Spring Dew and Winter". It is a small book on the hilltop where the ferry belongs to introduce his family's background. It is more interesting. Which Bei Ju Lu The Zhou Jianxian rested on the top of the mountain, which earthly immortal drank tea in which beautiful place and talked about the aisles. What poems and calligraphy poems the literati and poets wrote about the mountain and what calligraphy they left behind are all large and small.

At the foot of Chen Ping'an is a ferry from Chunlu Garden. The main income is from selling exotic flowers and herbs cultivated by Shanmen along the road. Among them, three kinds of fairy flowers are almost monopolized by Pima Zong Muyi Mountain, and they are a big part of Chunlu Garden's income. , so the ferry route is to go back and forth between the Skull Beach and the Jiamu Mountains where Chunlu Garden is located. Chunlu Garden belongs to a farming sect among hundreds of schools of thought, with many female cultivators, and has a gentle temperament. The Jiamu Mountains are rich in rare trees and Flowers and Grasses Jingmei is a well-established second-rate force in the southeastern area of ​​Juluzhou. In addition, they have a wide range of friends and few fights and enemies. The Jiamu Mountains are a must-choice place for many young genealogy masters in the south to experience and travel.

There are three reasons why Chen Pingan chose this ferry. First, it can completely bypass the Skeleton Beach. Second, there are three rare treasures passed down from Chunlu Pond. Among them is a ten thousand-year-old locust tree growing in the Jiamu Mountains, which is dozens of feet tall. . Chen Pingan wanted to go and have a look to see if it was any different from the old locust tree in his hometown. Moreover, every year at the end of the year, there would be a farewell banquet in Chunlu Garden, and there would be thousands of baggage houses there. While doing business, it was a grand event where fairy money was flowing around. Chen Pingan planned to do some small business there.

Chun Lu Pu is actually not a thin book, but compared to "Xinxin Ji", which is as detailed as the ramblings of an elder in the family, the number of pages is still a bit inferior.

Chen Ping'an actually regrets not being able to collect similar books from the mountains like Tongyezhou Fuji Sect.

Chen Ping'an read the small book and began to practice six-step walking. In the end, he was almost half asleep and half awake, practicing boxing, going back and forth between the door and the window, without losing any pace.

At dawn, Chen Pingan opened his eyes, stopped his boxing, sat back at the table, waited for a moment, and waited until someone knocked on the door in the corridor. Then he stood up and opened the door. It was a ferry steward, Chunlu. A relatively rare male monk in the garden, an old golden elixir monk, is very old and sluggish. He is far from comparable to Du Wensi and Yang Lin of the Pima Sect. In the same realm, there is a huge difference between high and low. It is very likely that they will fight. An ending that determines victory or defeat. This is not how monks from Chunlupu embroider pillows. In fact, monks from Pima Sect are different. Fighting to the death is a common thing for eating and drinking.

After the old monk Chen Pingan opened the door, the old man apologized: "I disturbed my fellow Taoist's rest."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Senior Song, you're welcome. I just woke up. According to the introduction in the little book, I should be close to the two Taoist mountains, Jinguang Peak and Yuehua Mountain. I plan to go out and try my luck to see if I can bump into Jin Guangfeng." Back geese and drum frogs.”

The old monk smiled and said: "That's why I came here. I wanted to remind Mr. Chen that in about two hours, we will enter the realm of Jinguang Peak."

This Jindan Earth Immortal slightly changed his name to a more familiar one.

Return a favor in return.

Chen Ping'an quickly moved out of the way and said, "Senior Song, please come inside."

The old monk smiled knowingly. If the monks on the mountain were not much different in realm, it would be like calling each other "Fellow Taoist". However, monks in the lower five realms faced the middle five realms, or caves, or Guanmen. When facing the immortals of Jindan and Yuanying in the three realms of Hailongmen, they should be respected as immortal masters or seniors. The golden elixir realm is a threshold. After all, "if you become a guest of the golden elixir, you will be our generation" on this mountain. Rules are applicable everywhere.

Of course, if you are brave enough, you can meet the earthly immortals in the lower five realms and even the monks on the mountaintops in the upper five realms. It doesn't matter if you still call that fellow Taoist carelessly, as long as you are not afraid of being slapped half to death.

As an old golden elixir, the old monk obviously has some particular things to do when he calls this young guest a fellow Taoist.

The person who accompanied the young man to the ferry at that time was Pang Lanxi, a direct descendant of the Pima Sect's ancestral hall. He was a very prestigious young man. It was said that he might become the next generation of Beiju Luzhou within a few years. Among the ten young people. If other sects advertise their disciples in this way, it is probably a tactic to raise hopes from the top of the mountain. Just listen to it as a joke. If you meet in person, you only need to say yes, yes, yes, yes, but in your heart you will probably say something shameless. Go away, uncle, but Chunlupu is a regular customer of the Skeleton Beach, and knows that the Pima Sect monks are different. These monks don't talk big words, but only do ruthless things.

It would be fine if Pang Lanxi showed up instead of seeing off the guests of the Pi Ma Sect. Naturally, it would not be more intimidating than if the sect leader Zhu Quan or Yang Lin from the Mural City showed up, but Lao Jindan was traveling outside all year round and was not the kind of person who would stay in seclusion for ten years. Ten years of pure immortality have already cultivated a pair of piercing eyes. The words and expressions on Pang Lanxi's face at the ferry made him admire this foreigner who had no deep roots in the old golden elixir, and he admired him from the bottom of his heart. . Lao Jindan had to think carefully about this. In addition to the earth-shattering changes in Guixigu Valley and Skeleton Beach, Gao Cheng of Jingguan City showed his white bone appearance and personally hunted down the sword-riding Jinguang who fled to the Muyi Mountain Patriarch Hall. The old monk was not stupid, so he figured out what it was like.

Two monks on the mountain who met by chance, one of them took the initiative to open the door and invite people to sit down, which is extremely sincere.

It is no joke that those who practice Taoism will not be stained by the world of mortals.

Lao Jindan's surname was Song and his given name was Lanqiao. According to the inheritance of the ancestor's genealogy, he was a monk of Chunlu Pu's Lan generation. Since Chunlu Pu was almost all female cultivators, having the word "lan" in his name was nothing, but a male disciple was It was a bit strange, so Song Lanqiao's master added the character "Qiao" to help suppress the makeup.

Chen Ping'an had only heard from Pang Lanxi that Jinguang Peak and Yuehua Mountain were Taoist Mountains, and they were very particular. If you were lucky, you could see spiritual birds and strange objects by taking the ferry, so he became interested in them along the way.

Song Lanqiao happened to come to remind Chen Pingan of this matter.

It turns out that golden-backed geese occasionally appear in the Golden Light Peak area. These animals fly by as fast as a flying sword from a swordsman. They will only linger for a while in the unique Golden Light Peak. Unless they are in the Nascent Soul realm, ordinary monks don't even have the extravagant hope of catching them. , and the golden-backed goose has a strong temperament. Once caught, he will burn himself to death, leaving no one with any gain.

Golden-backed geese like to fly high above the rolling sea of ​​clouds, and especially like to bathe in the sun. Since their backs are exposed to the scorching sun all year round, and they can absorb the sun's essence innately, an adult golden-backed geese can produce one golden feather, but two are rare. Three roots are even more rare to find. There is a long-famous wild cultivator Yuanying in the south of Luzhou in Beiju. By chance, when he was in the lower five realms, he got a golden-backed goose covered with golden feathers. The ancestor took the initiative to recognize the owner. The flat-haired beast had great combat power. It is equivalent to a golden elixir monk. When he flaps his wings, he is like the scorching sun rising into the sky. This wild cultivator also likes to make sneak attacks and blinds the eyes of countless monks below the earthly immortal. After becoming a Nascent Soul, he should be quiet and should not move. The thousand-year-old bastard who had cultivated his moral character had disappeared from sight of the golden-backed goose.

As for Yuehua Mountain, every time on the first or fifteenth day of the lunar month, there will be a giant frog that is all white and as big as a hill, lying on the top of the mountain with a group of descendants, beating drums, like a Qi practitioner breathing in and absorbing the moon. Hua, before and after the Mid-Autumn Festival night, the mountain is full of frogs croaking, and the sound is so loud that it moves the sky, so Yuehua Mountain is also known as Thunder Mountain. It's not that there are no monks who want to tame this giant frog, it's just that the giant frog is gifted and proficient in earthly escape techniques. It can shrink its huge body to the size of a mustard seed and then hide it in the roots of the earth. At the same time, Yuehua Mountain becomes as heavy as a big country. Wuyue, even if you are a Nascent Soul cultivator, you will not be able to use the magic power of moving mountains to draw fire from the bottom of the cauldron. Therefore, most of the monks went to Yuehua Mountain to try to catch a few hundred-year-old snow frogs. Once they succeeded, it was considered a fluke, because the ancestor of the snow frog was very protective of its shortcomings, and many monks of the fifth and middle realms were buried in Yuehua Mountain.

Song Lanqiao told some embarrassing stories about the monks in Jinguang Peak and Yuehua Mountain in a humorous way, and Chen Pingan listened with great interest.

Someone once set up a net to catch a golden-backed goose, but several golden-backed geese carried the net and lifted him up. The monk refused to let go, so he was dragged into the sky. When he let go, he was pecked all over by the golden-backed geese and was left with no body. Cunxu was in a state of bliss, and he didn’t have any heavy weapons like a square tomb beside him. He was in a very embarrassed state. The Qi practitioners watching the excitement at Jinguang Peak were booed numerous times. She was a female cultivator from the sea-viewing realm at the top of the mountain. , after that, the female nun never traveled down the mountain again.

Chen Pingan asked curiously: "Are there no monks in Jinguang Peak and Yuehua Mountain to build caves?"

Song Lanqiao stroked his beard and said with a smile: "The Sun Essence in Jinguang Peak is too hot, especially the Sun Essence condensed in Jinguang Peak. It circulates all year round without any rules. This is not a good place. Unless the Earth Immortal monks can barely stay here, ordinary It is extremely difficult for Qi practitioners to practice Taoism on that grass, and it is just a waste of spiritual energy. As for Yuehua Mountain, it is a treasured Feng Shui place with all five elements. It is a pity that the giant frog occupies the mountain as the king, with thousands of disciples and disciples, and he has awakened early. The giant frog holds the most grudge against our qi practitioners and will not allow them to go to the mountains to practice."

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "There are thousands of monsters in the mountains and rivers, and each has its own way of survival."

Song Lanqiao seemed to be convinced, and left with a smile.

You have to be warm and polite, and if you are more polite, you will inevitably fall into the inferior category. In terms of friendship, it is a dwarf. After all, he is a golden elixir, so he still needs this bit of shame. If you are asking for help, of course, say something else.

After leaving the house, Song Lanqiao shook his head. This young monk still saw too little. The golden-backed geese in Jinguang Peak and the giant frogs in Yuehua Mountain were not in the prison. After all, they were only a few. There were more mountain and wild spirits. They could be taken after death. How many people came to exchange money? Just say that those grass-charming tree spirits in the Jiamu Mountains were more or less resold and died midway. They were extremely lucky to be raised in the wealthy families of secular dynasties.

When the ferry passed by Jinguang Peak, it stayed in the air for an hour, but could not see a trace of the golden-backed goose.

Song Lanqiao was standing next to the young monk at that time and explained a few words, saying that many monks who covet spiritual birds have been squatting here for many years and may not be able to see them only a few times.

Then the Chunlupu ferry sailed slowly and happened to pass Yuehua Mountain in the night. It did not dare to get too close to the mountain. It was seven or eight miles away and circled around Yuehua Mountain. Since it was not the first or fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, , the giant frog did not show up, Song Lanqiao was a little embarrassed, because giant frogs would occasionally show up on the top of the mountain to absorb the moonlight, so Song Lanqiao simply did not show up this time.

I saw the young monk wearing a bamboo hat standing there until the ferry was far away from Yuehua Mountain before returning to the house.

Song Lanqiao smiled bitterly, this guy had very average luck.

Ordinary ferries pass by the pair of Daolun Mountains, and golden-backed geese don't have to expect to see them. Song Lanqiao has been in charge of this ferry for two hundred years, and the number of encounters can only be counted on one's fingers. However, whether the giant frogs on Yuehua Mountains are seen by ferry passengers is generally Five to five.

After another two days, the ferry slowly lifted up.

The young monk took the initiative to find Song Lanqiao and asked for the reason. Song Lanqiao did not hide it. This was a semi-public secret of ferry navigation. It was not a taboo on the mountain. Every stable route that has been opened for many years has a lot of tricks. If it is a route, In places with beautiful mountains and rivers, the floating height of ferries is often lowered in order to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and slightly reduce the consumption of fairy money on the ferries. When passing through those "lawless places" with poor spiritual energy, the closer to the ground, the more fairy money is consumed, so It needs to be improved a bit. As for how to use tricks in the realm of the Immortal Family, it does not violate the rules of the sect's cave, but can also "money off" a little. It is the special skill of the old boatman, and it also pays attention to the skill and heat of dealing with all parties' favors. .

Song Lanqiao told the young monk everything he knew about these secret matters that were not taboo.

It’s considered a small incense, and it doesn’t cost any money anyway.

Song Lanqiao also guessed that this person who traveled to other places was probably the direct descendant of the ancestor of the sect who was devoted to cultivating Taoism and was not familiar with common affairs. He also didn't travel much, otherwise he would have understood the superficial inside stories of these ferries. After all, what is the background of a cultivation mountain? How far the ferry can go? Is it a short journey of tens of thousands of miles, can it travel half a continent, or can it simply cross a continent? This is a very intuitive entry point.

When asking someone for advice, Chen Pingan took out a pot of fairy wine bought from the Skeleton Beach. It was not as famous as Yin Shen Tea. It was called Fenghail Wine. It was extremely strong.

On this day, Song Lanqiao suddenly left the house and ordered the ferry to lower its height. After half a stick of incense, Song Lanqiao came to the bow of the ship, stood on the railing, and looked down at the mountains and rivers with squinted eyes. He could vaguely see a strange phenomenon. The old monk couldn't help but marvel.

The ferry is not too high off the ground, and the weather is clear. The view is excellent, and the mountains and rivers below are clear. It's just that ordinary monks can't see the slightest bit of that strange scene.

Song Lanqiao was just watching the excitement and would not interfere. This can be regarded as a pretense of public benefit, but the extra dozens of snow coins spent on half a stick of incense were known to the ancestors of Chunlupu who were in charge of money and power, and they would only ask Song Lanqiao what new things he had seen, and how could he care about it? Those few snow coins. A golden elixir monk who can waste his time on a ferry is clearly a poor person whose future has been ruined. Most people would not dare to mess with the ferry steward, especially an Earth Immortal.

Chen Pingan walked to Lao Jindan, looked at a city covered in black fog, and asked: "Senior Song, the city is covered in black fog. Why is this?"

"Mr. Chen has great eyesight, but even I have difficulty seeing."

Song Lanqiao stroked his beard and smiled, "It is a county in the Yinping Kingdom. There should be a disaster coming, and the weather will be so obvious. There are two situations, one is that there is a demon causing trouble, and the other is It is the object of the imperial court canonization by the local landscape gods and city gods, and its golden body is decaying and tending to collapse. This Yinping Kingdom seems to have a vast territory, but in the southeast of Luzhou, our northern capital, it is a veritable small country. The reason is that the territory of Yinping Country is not very spiritual and there are no Qi Practitioners. Even if there are, they are only used to make wedding clothes for others. Therefore, a remote and remote place like Yinping Country is just an empty place and Qi Practitioners don’t like to hang out there.”

This was obviously treating the young monk as a fledgling. Song Lanqiao soon realized that his words were inappropriate, but when he carefully looked at the man's expression, he still listened carefully and was very attentive. Only then did Song Lanqiao He breathed a sigh of relief. He was indeed the nobleman of the Zushitang of the Zitouxian family of the Biezhou Sect. Fortunately, he was born in a kind-hearted hilltop like Chunlupu, and switched to a big hilltop ferry in the middle and north of Beiju Luzhou. Once he saw through it, The identity of the other party may need to be teased a bit. Once the two sides have friction and get angry, they will not kill them immediately, but they will definitely find an opportunity to play the role of the wild cultivator and destroy the corpse and eliminate traces. This is often the case. things.

Song Lanqiao hesitated for a moment, but still swallowed the warning words that were on his lips.

Most disciples need to be shameless, so don't add any unnecessary extravagance, lest the other party doesn't think well of you and is resented.

After Chen Ping'an looked around, he held up his bamboo hat and said with a smile: "Senior Song, I have nothing to do anyway, and I'm a little bored. I'm going to go play. It may be later before I can get to Chunlu Garden. Then I'll find Song." Senior is drinking. Leaving the ship later may have some impact on the ferry formation."

Song Lanqiao was stunned for a moment, a little surprised, but monks always act as they please, so the old Jindan didn't say anything more, but only said a few auspicious words.

Then the old monk seemed a little embarrassed when he saw the foreign monk named Chen.

Why not wield a sword? Even if it feels too eye-catching, why is it difficult to control the wind?

Chen Pingan had no choice but to slap the sword gourd, put one hand on the railing, turned over, and lightly split the ferry formation with a palm of his hand, passed through, and shot out like an arrow, and then his feet seemed to step on At the top of a faint green sword light, his knees were slightly bent, and he suddenly exerted force, and his figure quickly tilted and swept downwards. The surrounding ripples shook loudly and made a loud noise. The Jindan monk's eyelids trembled when he saw it. Good guy, He is just a young swordsman, but his body is as tough as a golden body warrior, right?

A stupid swordsman!

Chen Pingan landed on a mountain peak and waved goodbye from a distance.

The same is true for Song Lanqiao. After all, he still understands etiquette and cannot be disliked.

It is so difficult for monks on the mountain to get together and disperse easily.

Chen Pingan took out a bamboo box and carried it on his back.

The Sword Immortal was unwilling to take out his sheath, obviously because he was not able to have a smooth battle in the Ghost Valley and was a little angry.

As for Jian Fei Chuyi, whose original name was "Xiao Fengdu", Chen Ping'an didn't dare to let him leave Jian Hu easily.

Chen Ping'an took out the bunch of walnuts and put it on his hand, and then put the three Yunxiao Palace Talismans into his left sleeve.

It's a good thing that we didn't encounter golden-backed geese and giant frogs at Jinguang Peak and Yuehua Mountain.

This is the hidden reason why I chose Chunlupu ferry.

Chen Ping'an hesitated for a moment and did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he found a secluded place and began to refine the longest golden thunder whip of Jixiao Mountain. After about two hours, he refined a rough embryo and held it in his hands. He picked up his staff and started walking towards the Yinping Kingdom, which was fifty or sixty miles away on a mountain road.

When we parted ways with Pang Lanxi at the ferry, the young man presented us with two sets of gallery-filled volumes of goddess paintings, which were his great-grandfather’s most proud works. They were priceless. A set of goddess paintings was worth a Grain Rain coin, and there was no price in the market. , but Pang Lanxi said that Chen Pingan did not need to pay, because his great-grandfather said that the heartfelt words that Chen Pingan said at the mansion were very fresh and refined, like orchids in the empty valley, and not at all like flattery.

Chen Ping'an shamelessly accepted the two sets of pictures of goddesses, smiled and said to Pang Lanxi that next time he returns to Skeleton Beach, he must have a drink with your great-grandfather.

Pang Lanxi is an honest person. He said that my great-grandfather only has three sets of pictures of goddesses left in his hands. Two sets are given to you and one set is given to the Patriarch of the Patriarch's Hall. He wants to use some flattery in exchange for the gallery's fill-in book. It's just to embarrass his grandfather.

With a sincere look on his face, Chen Pingan said that your great-grandfather has a deep heart. He is already familiar with the spiritual charm of the goddesses in those murals. It is like gods and ghosts helping each other under his wrist. From heart to pen, pen to paper, the goddesses are naturally lifelike on the paper. If you are in tune with your great-great-grandfather, everything will fall into place and everything will come naturally...

Pang Lanxi was dumbfounded.

But when the ferry that Chen Pingan was riding on went away, the young man was a little reluctant to leave.

The young man wanted to hear more about the guy's reasoning behind drinking.

At that time, far away from the ferry, the Patriarch of the Pima Sect stared at his palm.

Pang Shanling on the side nodded and smiled, "It suits me very well."

The old master held it in for a long time, but couldn't come up with any fancy words, so he had to give up and asked: "Do you believe this kind of polite talk from the street?"

Pang Shanling raised his eyebrows, "In your Pima Sect, can I hear this?"

The old master was very angry and scolded the young ranger for being shameless. If his attitude towards women was not correct, he might be the second Jiang Shangzhen.

At that time, Chen Ping'an only knew about the Patriarch of the Pima Sect and Pang Shanling, and he must have been observing himself and Pang Lanxi with his magical power to view mountains and rivers. As for the Patriarch's embarrassment and anger, he had no idea.

A young ranger in a blue shirt carrying a suitcase, holding a hiking pole, walked on the bleak mountain ridge path in winter.

I hope that the little mouse spirit who looks after the gate of Yangchang Palace will have endless books to read in his life, and can safely travel back and forth between Ghost Valley and Skeleton Beach, carrying a book box on his back, and return home with a full load every time.

I hope the two monsters on the chain bridge will devote themselves to cultivation, refrain from doing evil, and achieve immortality.

I hope that the old turtle who went back to the temple to listen to Buddhist scriptures can make up for his mistakes and achieve good results.

I wonder if the fox charm girl in Baojing Mountain, who is hiding under a green umbrella, can find a lover who can hold her umbrella to protect her from the rain?

Can the white-skeleton swordsman named Pu Jian, in addition to wearing a green shirt and wielding a sword, one day appear in the world as a woman, with a frown on his face?

Chen Ping'an didn't know whether these things would happen.

It's like he didn't know that in the eyes of the ignorant Pang Lanxi, in the eyes of the mouse spirit, and in the eyes of the scholar Cao Qinglang in the more distant lotus root paradise, he met Chen Pingan, just like Chen Pingan when he was young. I met A Liang and Mr. Qi.