Sword of Coming

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Cao Qinglang always feels that time passes very quickly. In the past, there were big rivers, moving slowly, but now there are mountain streams flowing, and you can even hear the sound of running water.

In the blink of an eye, autumn turned to winter, and the first snow of the year suddenly ushered in, and it fell like a goose feather all at once. Cao Qinglang, who woke up in the early morning, sat on the bed and looked out the window at the heavy snow, stunned. He couldn't believe it. He quickly opened the door after putting on his clothes and shoes. The first thing he wanted to do was to tell that person that it was snowing heavily. Just looking at the door of the side house, Cao Qinglang scratched his head and finally remembered that person. He has been gone for a long time, but he still often feels that that person will be sitting on a small bench in the yard. Whether it is early in the morning or midnight, he can be seen as soon as he goes out. He doesn't say much, he just looks at him with a smile. .

I hope the auspicious snow heralds a good harvest.

Cao Qinglang raised his hand and breathed a sigh of relief. He felt a little cold and had to put on some extra clothes. He huddled back to the house. After putting on extra clothes, he sat upright at a small wooden table made by his father. He opened a book and began to recite sages. article.

At the end of autumn, there was a new teacher at the school. He was more strict and seemed to be more knowledgeable. He explained the principles clearly, and even the classmates who disliked reading the most could understand them. He was very good at it.

After Cao Qinglang finished memorizing the book, he rubbed his hands to keep them warm. He was a little worried that there was not much money left at home.

After his parents passed away, the government gave him a pension, but it was not given to him in one lump sum. However, the Yamen would come over regularly every month and hand it over to him.

Cao Qinglang didn't think much about it. He just thought that this was how things were done in the yamen. Moreover, he had lost his parents and had no relatives in the capital of Nanyuan. In the past, he only had to tell his elders what he wanted to eat or buy. He went to make careful calculations on his own, spending every copper coin carefully. This feeling was not pleasant, but there was no way, he had to live his life.

Fortunately, when he was in the most difficult time, that person lived at home, which made Cao Qinglang, who was guarding the house alone, quietly miss him.

Cao Qinglang changed into a pair of yellow suede boots suitable for going out in rainy and snowy weather. Just when he was wearing the boots, Cao Qinglang started crying. His mother bought them on New Year's Eve. What about this year?

Fortunately, Cao Qinglang quickly gathered his emotions, went to the kitchen to rest his belly, and prepared to go to school. However, while loading books in the room, Cao Qinglang was a little dazed, and the man agreed. I will make a small bamboo box for him when I have time. The book says that a gentleman keeps his word and keeps his word, so he must be really in a hurry, but he just doesn’t know when the next meeting will be.

Cao Qinglang picked up an oil-paper umbrella and walked out of the courtyard with his luggage. He was surprised to find an acquaintance walking outside the courtyard. He was actually Mr. Zhong from the school. He had a very strange surname. The old master was dressed in a green shirt and was also holding an oil-paper umbrella. When he saw Cao Qinglang, he stopped and asked, "What a coincidence, you live here?"

Cao Qinglang wanted to put down his umbrella and bowed to Mr. Zhong who happened to pass by his door. Mr. Zhong waved his hand and said, "No, it's snowing."

Mr. Zhong is very knowledgeable, but he is unsmiling when preaching and solving problems. Everyone is afraid of him, Cao Qinglang is no exception, but he respects him more than his classmates. So the school teacher said that there was no need to bow, and Cao Qinglang subconsciously listened to the old man's words. After that, one old and one young, each holding an umbrella, walked in the alley with deep snow.

Master Zan has naturally heard about the situation in Cao Qinglang's family. After all, in the school, many neighborhood children are his playmates and classmates. Cao Qinglang's eyes are different when he looks at Cao Qinglang, and there are some whispers. Cao Qinglang just pretends not to see it. He didn't hear it, so the old man asked: "What difficulties are there in living alone now?"

Cao Qinglang smiled and shook his head: "Mr. Hui, no."

He answered in a precise manner, and his words and demeanor were not like those of a back-alley child. No wonder he was ridiculed by the skinny little girl as a young master.

The old man nodded and added: "After all, you are still young, and you really have difficulties that you can't overcome. You can tell me, and you don't have to feel embarrassed. There are many difficulties in life, both in books and out of books. Don't say it's you, it's me. This No matter how old you are, there are still places where you can ask for help.”

Cao Qinglang hummed, "Sir, I understand. If there is really a problem, I will talk to you."

After hesitating for a moment, Cao Qinglang was a little embarrassed, "The last time someone took me to the school, he said the same words as my husband. He told me that in the future, it is inevitable for me to study and make a living alone. If you hold grudges and hold grudges, if others help you, you must remember them in your heart."

Master Zan smiled for the first time, "Is that person called Chen Ping'an?"

Cao Qinglang was stunned, "Sir, do you know him?"

Master Zan nodded and said, "He and I are friends, but I didn't expect you to know him too."

Cao Qinglang suddenly became happy.

Chen Pingan is a friend of Mr. Zhong.

Mr. Zhong made a serious face and lectured: "Don't think that because of this relationship, if you don't study carefully, I won't punish you."

Cao Qinglang nodded quickly.

An old man and a young man, the master and the student, were walking on the street that had been repaired by the government. They were walking slowly and hard. Cao Qinglang became more courageous and asked his husband how he met Chen Ping'an. Mr. Zhong only said that they were like-minded. Although they had not known each other for a short time, they were indeed worthy of being friends.

The heavy snow fell one after another and refused to stop. Cao Qinglang felt warm in his heart. He walked to the door of the school with his husband and turned around to look.

The last meeting was also a farewell. The man just stood there and stopped. After saying those words, he held an umbrella in one hand and watched him walk into the school.

Master Zan turned his head in front and asked, "What's wrong?"

Cao Qinglang shook his head, smiled brightly, turned around and walked quickly into the school.

After Mr. Zhong took his seat in the school, he waited until all the Meng children arrived before he began to impart knowledge.

The old master has frost-white temples, wears a green shirt, and speaks slowly. When he talks about sages' principles to the children, he seems to have an aura that is almost that of a sage.

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There is an official family with a deep courtyard in the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom. This family's private library is quite famous in the capital. Today, a young man with the status of a concubine went up to the building to read. He often came here to flip through books. However, the collection of books was precious and the family rules not only prohibited it. Hold a candle and go upstairs, and you are not allowed to take books out. Many wooden boxes with rare and rare books are sealed and no one is allowed to open them without permission.

Today the young man is a little sad and angry, and his heart is filled with depression. Actually, he didn't come here to read a book, he just wanted to find a quiet place to relax.

The boy passed the two major examinations, the county examination and the government examination, which were held for all students in the capital, and obtained the status of a boy student. However, his results were not outstanding, so he did not become a scholar. He was only qualified to participate in the college examination. This made him very fond of his mother. It was because of guilt that the two brothers who participated in the two county examinations together became scholars in one fell swoop. Although the young man with a reputation for supernatural powers was a little puzzled, for some reason, his writing was mediocre and his knowledge was far inferior to his own, but his grades were better. He had previously I just thought that I didn't perform well on the spot, and my two legitimate brothers just performed better. But today I overheard two drunken brothers talking about the secrets of the county government's two tests, and the secret was revealed. It was actually their father who secretly Improved the relationship with the examiner.

Because the grandfather of the three people was once the Minister of the Ministry of Rites in the capital, he was famous all over the world, and he presided over many Nanyuan National Congress Examinations. When the examiners of the two examinations of the Capital and County Government met their grandfather, they had to call them Zuoshi and Fangshi respectively. , this is the most important "teacher-student" relationship in the officialdom. The young man firmly believes that his grandfather will never do such dirty things. It must be the father of the two brothers who is using the guise to seek personal gain at the expense of the family tradition.

That's all. Although the young man is a concubine, he was born in a high-ranking family and knows a lot about the secrets of officialdom. But according to the proud discussion of the two elder brothers, why did the eldest uncle deliberately suppress himself? Taking away the scholar's fame that was already in his pocket? The young man stood on the top floor of the library, looking at so many bookshelves and books, and smiled miserably. In such a large scholarly family that is well-known in the capital, in addition to him, a son of a common family, how many family members of the same age are willing to come here to read books? Isn’t it a pity that so many rare books are shelved year after year without anyone paying attention?

The young man raised the back of his hand and wiped his tears, "Studying is useless, bullshit Yushu in front of the court..."

After complaining, the young man still started looking for books to read. He still had to take the college examination and read the books of sages. Even if he didn't study for himself or gain fame for himself, he couldn't let his mother down again. It's just that he was in a bad mood today. Feeling irritated, he thought about reading a book other than the classics first. He selected books along the way, and finally picked out a nearly brand-new literati's notebook in the corner of the library. Then the young man was stunned for a moment. He just opened it. I felt something was wrong with the title page. I opened the page with my fingers and found that there was a coin inside. It was somewhat different from the Nanyuan Kingdom's copper coins. The seal text was unfamiliar, and it was not made of copper or iron. It looked like jade but not jade, and it was crystal clear.

The coins were caught in the book, leaving slight marks on the two pages. At the mark, there happened to be an old saying that all readers knew, but not everyone believed.

The book has its own golden house, the book has its own beauty like jade, and the book has its own thousand bells and grains.

The young man was a little strange. He hesitated for a long time and silently put it in his sleeve, thinking of taking it back to show his mother.

I never thought that taking it would almost lead to a disaster. Later, when the boy was studying at home, he took it out and rubbed it in his hand. His brother accidentally saw it and falsely accused him of stealing something that he had kept on his desk. , caused an uproar and alarmed the grandfather who had ignored secular affairs for many years. Later, the old minister, who had devoted himself to Taoist magic for many years, put away the coin, and on the same day mobilized all the trustworthy housekeepers in the house, and spent a lot of time It took two days and one night to carefully search through the thousands of books in the library, but to no avail, not even the second coin.

The old minister ordered everyone to leave the library, and no one was allowed to tell the public about the matter, otherwise they would all be expelled from the family. The old man thought about it alone in the library for a long time, found the frightened grandson, and returned to the library with the young man. The old man took the original book The literati's writings with the coins were handed to the young man together, and he said with a smile: "If there were two coins like this, you would not have this opportunity to be an immortal. Just accept it with confidence, it should be yours, and concentrate on studying from now on. All the books in this library are open to you, you can pick them up yourself, and you can take them out of the library to read."

The boy, who was a blessing in disguise, took the book and was confused.

The old minister told another secret, and said with great sincerity: "The two young champions who were born as child prodigies in the previous dynasty were very successful in the imperial examinations. Both of them had a bad official reputation, and one of them was even insecure in the later years. Therefore, this dynasty has this I have a deep taboo. This time you failed to be drafted, it was not your uncle’s fault. He didn’t have that vicious heart, and he didn’t dare to have it. I’m not dead yet. In fact, it was my intention, just to suppress you. After a while, you will be better off in the officialdom. In the final analysis, officialdom is not a game of chess. If you play too well first, it may not be a good thing in this dynasty."

After the agitated young man left, the old man turned around and took out another book. There were also prints in it, but there were no coins. But where the prints were, there was a line of teachings from sages, like gangsters and gentlemen.

Because he only had one coin, the young man virtually monopolized all the blessings.

There is God's will in the dark.

This even made the old minister who yearned for immortality dare not snatch it.

The old man, who had been in officialdom for most of his life, said with sincere respect and admiration: "The master of this world is really the hand of a god."

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On the mountain road, Chen Pingan made himself a large bamboo box. Logically speaking, in addition to the cotton parcel, it could also hold many items, but Chen Pingan still asked Pei Qian to carry the parcel, the green bamboo fishing rod, and I made a hiking pole for her, which is small and easy to use.

After that, the mountains and rivers were far away, and Chen Ping'an seemed to be in a hurry from the beginning, anxious to leave Tongyezhou and return to his hometown of Aquarius Island, and became calm again, but he only hurt the little girl Pei Qian, which made him complain. It's just that compared to the straightforwardness and harsh words when they first met, maybe he has read some books or is worried about being annoyed by Chen Ping'an and leaving her alone. Even if he is complaining, Pei Qian has learned to talk in roundabout ways.

Chen Ping'an always turned a deaf ear to this, which made Pei Qian even more resentful.

Along the way, the two of them saw many sights, which opened Pei Qian's eyes. For example, one autumn night, they encountered countless fireflies, which seemed to be covered with small lanterns. When Chen Ping'an wasn't paying attention, she used the hiking pole to There was a crackling sound and the beating left corpses everywhere. As soon as Chen Pingan turned his head, she immediately stopped and pretended to be on her way.

They also walked through an extremely weird dense forest, with fertile soil, stretched branches, and covered with shriveled corpses of various birds and animals.

Pei Qian was so frightened that he grabbed Chen Pingan's sleeve before he dared to walk. Before Chen Pingan entered the forest, he took out a Yang Qi lamplight talisman and threw it into the forest. He found that the talisman made of ordinary material suddenly ignited, but it burned slowly. Chen Pingan walked straight into it. Pei Qian begged Chen Pingan to give it to him. She used a talisman as a talisman, but Chen Ping ignored it and told her that if she was afraid of those weird things, she should endorse it loudly. The principles of sages can ward off evil spirits.

Pei Qian was doubtful, but he still clutched Chen Ping'an's sleeves tightly while trying his best to recite the contents of the book.

In fact, the Confucian classic is very thin. I can recognize all the words in it and have finished reading the book. Pei Qian had wanted to change it to a fresh one before. Don't let her turn over and over again to read only one book. It is too boring. . But Chen Ping'an refused. He asked her to read over and over again, not just reading, but reading out. In the early morning, when he was practicing sword furnace setting, she had to start reading. At dusk, he was still practicing setting up, and she had to read. , in the end, she really knew all the chapters by heart.

When the two of them walked out of the dense forest, there was no unusual movement.

Pei Qian was sweating profusely. He was tired from studying and his voice was hoarse.

It wasn't until the two of them walked more than ten miles that the big trees began to shake crazily, as if they were venting their anger.

Then the two of them passed by a valley, and by the pool under the waterfall, colorful butterflies were flying, making it dazzling.

While Chen Pingan was cooking, Pei Qian killed dozens of colorful butterflies with lightning speed, picked the most beautiful one, slapped it, and stuck it in the pages of the book. As a result, Chen Pingan was beaten hard. A chestnut was so painful that she squatted on the ground holding her head and wailing. Her forehead was red and swollen, and she didn't look good when eating.

The two also met a woodcutter who was cutting firewood coming down the mountain, and had a meal with him. Chen Pingan wanted to give him some money, but the honest and honest family just refused and refused to agree. Chen Pingan had no choice but to give up and walk out of the fenced yard. Before, Pei Qian was asked to thank someone. Pei Qian, who had not eaten enough, was not very happy, but after accidentally catching a glimpse of Chen Pingan's eyes, he immediately bowed and thanked people.

The two of them walked out of the rolling mountains and met a big river again. Pei Qian saw the trackers pulling the big boat for the first time. Under the scorching sun, the men shouted slogans. She was stunned to see them, and then secretly laughed, as if the sky had passed. There are quite a few people who are miserable. But he quickly put away his smile, because if that guy saw it, there would be no good fruit to eat. Last time, he just collected a little less firewood by himself. He was so hungry that he could only eat a small bowl of rice. Alas, this Chen Ping'an was really difficult to take care of. The rich man just needed a beating. Waiting for her to use the hiking pole in her hand. She has secretly practiced a peerless swordsmanship, and she will definitely beat him until he cries for father and mother, and see how he still glares at her when the time comes.

Eat mountains and eat water.

Walking by the river, she suddenly wanted to fish, so she asked Chen Ping'an to help her make a fishing rod, but he ignored her. Pei Qian had to take a hatchet to chop down a thick green bamboo. , then I realized that this was a fishing rod, and it was almost the same as making bamboo grass. I picked a thin one with a sad face. Fortunately, Chen Ping'an, a miser and miser, didn't go too far and gave her a fishhook and line, but they were both the same. Fishing, not far away, Chen Ping'an kept catching fish, including a big carp that was as long as her arm, but from the beginning to the end she didn't have a shrimp to bite the hook. Could it be that even the guys in the water were watching others take the fish? ,Snob? I wanted to jump into the water and kill all the fish and shrimps in the river with my fishing rod.

But the big pot of fish soup that night made Pei Qian smile. She asked Chen Ping'an anxiously for three bowls of rice, saying that she had spent all her energy on fishing today and had to use big rice to make up for it. She would drink less fish soup. Just a little bit, she just wouldn't fight with him. She thought she wouldn't agree, but she never thought that the guy actually nodded. After a full meal, fish soup was poured into the rice. There is no more delicious food in the world than this. Anyway, the food made her belly round.

Later, she followed Chen Pingan to fish again, but she still threw and swung the fishing rod randomly, but the hook still didn't move at all.

On the other hand, that guy caught a huge herring. It took at least a quarter of an hour just to compete. She rolled her eyes as she watched Chen Ping'an running around on the shore. You're a man who knows both swordsmanship and magic. Guy, isn't it a loss of status to be teased like this by a stupid fish?

Looking at her fishing rod that was "as stable as a mountain" and complaining about the guys hiding under the water who didn't give her any face, Pei Qian sighed heavily. She just felt that she only had good skills, but God was not kind and caused her harm. It's useless.

So she planned to never go fishing again in her life. After spending so much patience and effort and getting no results, what else could she do?

At lunch that day, Chen Pingan chatted with her about some fishing techniques for the first time.

She understood the truth, but Pei Qian still didn't want to learn how to fish with him, but Chen Pingan said that he would teach her personally next time she fished, so she didn't throw away the fishing rod.

She said tentatively, "The fish soup is delicious, but I get a little tired of it every time I eat it. Why don't we eat something else?"

Chen Pingan replied to her, "Okay, you go find something."

Pei Qian pretended to be stupid, "I'm too young and have no willpower."

When fishing the next day, Chen Pingan did not use his fishing rod. He took Pei Qian's fishing rod and waited for a long time, leaving the small fish pecking at the bait. After a big fish weighing about seven or eight kilograms bit the hook , suddenly lifted the fishing rod, and the fishing rod stretched into a beautiful arc, just right. Pei Qian, who had been yawning for a long time next to him, immediately widened his eyes. Chen Pingan asked her to take the fishing rod quickly and let her deal with this big fish. Qian jumped up and took the pole. Chen Pingan couldn't bear to watch the next scene.

Holding the fishing rod tightly with both hands, the little girl gritted her teeth and leaned against the unreasonably strong and thick green bamboo pole. Without saying a word, she began to pull back with all her strength. Those tricks Chen Pingan mentioned before, what about walking slowly? Fish, take in the line and let it out, don't rush to let the big fish see the light, gradually remove the fish's strength, and ask it to choke on the water several times. Pei Qian didn't even listen to a word, he just wanted to drag it ashore with brute force. .

It was supposed to be a leisurely fishing trip, but it was like a tug of war with Pei Qian.

The fish was not small, and it was still a strong herring in the water. On the contrary, Pei Qian was not very strong. By accident, the skinny little girl stumbled a few steps, and was dragged into the water by the big fish, including her fishing rod. She once laughed at Chen Ping'an for talking nonsense, saying that there is no reason for a fish to choke in the water. Now it was Pei Qian's turn to choke in the water. She couldn't swim, but after a fierce force came up, she didn't even die. Be willing to let go.

In the end, it was Chen Pingan who carried her out of the water to the shore. The fishing rod had been dragged away by the big fish.

This time, Pei Qian didn't cry heartbrokenly. The little girl stood on the shore like a drowned rat, with her mouth wide open, crying silently.

The fish were gone, tonight's fish soup was gone, and the fishing rod was gone. Even though she knew there was still dry food and she wouldn't be hungry, she would still have food to eat, but she didn't know why she was so sad.

Chen Pingan helped her wipe away the tears and river water on her face, but did not comfort her.

I just remembered the scene when I was a child. Before I met Liu Xianyang, who was good at fishing, I didn't know the details, couldn't choose the time, and didn't know the place. Fishing often ended in vain. On a sunny day, I could do it in one afternoon. It's probably the same feeling when someone's skin is sore from the sun.

The next meal was, of course, just pickles and rice.

He went to the small tent and changed his clothes. During the meal, Pei Qian was unhappy. Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "Why are you so brave all of a sudden? Are you not afraid of drowning in the water?"

Pei Qian, who was squatting next to him, lowered his head and plucked rice, and said vaguely, "You're not there next to me."

Chen Pingan rewarded him with a chestnut. Pei Qian suddenly raised his head and said angrily: "Why are you hitting me too? I'm going to be so sad!"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Eat your food."

Pei Qian snorted coldly and turned to look at the river. The fishing rod he finally made with his own hands was gone, which made him a little sad.

Chen Ping'an said, "I'll give you my fishing rod."

Pei Qian was a little confused. Seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, he grinned and said, "Then I will often lend you fishing in the future. I am being generous."

Chen Pingan laughed angrily.

With all her intelligence, she didn't want to use it in reading and writing.

Chen Ping'an would only take advantage of the vigil in the dead of night when she was sleeping soundly, and silently practice the six-step stance and swordsmanship.

They passed a small town and bought some things. Chen Pingan bought her a new outfit, and Pei Qian was very happy. Sleeping in a small inn that night, Pei Qian had not slept on a bed for a long time, and she was so happy that she rolled on the bed, but she suddenly found a white cat curled up on the other side of the window, staring at her.

Pei Qian jumped out of bed, yelled "Rebel, dare to stare at me", took the hiking stick leaning against the table, and went to poke the white cat.

The white cat was really convinced by her and wanted to rebel. Instead of being frightened and running away, the white cat moved around on the window. Its body was flexible and it avoided attacks from hiking poles. Occasionally, it whispered at Pei Qian. Pei Qian was panting, holding on to his hiking pole, eyes widened, "Where is the monster?! Tell me your name quickly and I will spare your life!"

Of course Pei Qian was joking.

But the white cat actually "glanced" at me and said, "Crazy girl, is there something wrong with your brain?"

It turned around, jumped up, and left.

Pei Qian was so frightened that he lost his hiking pole and went to the next door to knock on the door hard.

After Chen Pingan opened the door, Pei Qian said in a trembling voice: "There was a cat just now that can speak human language!"

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "I heard it."

Seeing Chen Ping'an's unsurprised look, Pei Qian said in a daze: "Isn't this in the mountains, and there are monsters?"

Chen Ping'an sat back at the table and continued to read the fairy book he bought from Xuanxuan Mountain. He nodded and said: "There are many ghosts and ghosts in the market. It is not uncommon. Most of them will not disturb the world. Some wealthy families will. Raise many interesting spirits, for example, some rich women, in their dowry, there will be many kinds of little ones, with wings, able to fly through the air, like maids, who can help the master dress up and apply makeup."

Pei Qian sat down across the table, lying on the table, "Won't it scare people to death? I almost lost my courage just now."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "There are all kinds of wonders in the world. Once you have experienced more mountains and rivers, you will become accustomed to them."

Pei Qian sighed: "That's it."

Chen Pingan said casually: "We saw the old man making tea in the spring on the top of the mountain and the woman washing her hair by the stream. They were actually mountain spirits. They did not mean to hurt anyone. Instead, they yearned for a secular life. Didn’t you get along well with them when chatting with them?”

Pei Qian was stunned.

Not only was the old man amiable, but the beautiful sister who had washed her hair also played a piece of music on a leaf to her.

Pei Qian frowned and was frightened.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "They are not human, the rest of them are just like us."

Along the way, they actually met local officials who urged the people to pave roads and build bridges, educated people and celebrities who traveled around, and oiran women who made Pei Qian's eyes shine. They were dressed up like they were covered with money. , and the knight-errant who was walking around the rivers and lakes alone and on a horse. He sat high on his horse and asked Chen Ping'an and the others for directions with a haughty look on his face, which made Pei Qian very angry.

Pei Qian suddenly asked: "Where is the little one?"

She was talking about the little lotus flower.

Chen Pingan smiled and said, "It doesn't want to see you."

Pei Qian stood up, went to his room to get the book from the package, returned to Chen Pingan, and read with him.

She didn't dare to go there for the time being, fearing that the white cat would come back to take revenge. She wasn't very good at swordsmanship now, so she didn't have much confidence in slaying demons.

Chen Pingan closed the book and quietly took out the scroll. Now he has smashed nine Grain Rain coins, but he still can't get the founding emperor of Nanyuan Kingdom out of the scroll, which makes Chen Pingan a little helpless.

Chen Pingan unfolded the scroll and held a Grain Rain coin in his hand.

The last one, if there is no result, we can only give up.

Use Guyu money to fill a bottomless pit, Chen Ping'an's money didn't fall from the sky.

But when Chen Ping'an "thrown" the Guyu money into the scroll, it was still like a mud cow falling into the sea, and the fog was rising, but that was it.

Pei Qian had put down the rather damaged and wrinkled book and stood next to Chen Pingan. He did not deliberately conceal this matter, so Pei Qian had watched the scene of eating money in the scroll many times, and saw Chen Pingan again and again. Disappointed, she smiled and said, "Would it be better if I changed my surname to Zheng?"

Pei Qian, lose money. Zheng Qian, make money.

Chen Pingan sighed and was about to put away the scroll.

Turning around, he saw a white cat standing over the open window for ventilation. It didn't look at Chen Ping'an, but sneered at Pei Qian: "Little girl, go ahead and eat shit."

Then it flashed away and pooped on the next table.

Pei Qian was confused, Chen Pingan couldn't laugh or cry, and he really held a grudge, which was exactly the same as Pei Qian.

Chen Ping'an suddenly felt horrified, stood up, and pulled Pei Qian behind him.

A little Taoist boy carrying a huge golden gourd was sitting on the window sill, looking at Chen Pingan with a smile. The white cat jumped on his shoulder and curled up.

Chen Ping'an glanced at the little Taoist boy from a distance in the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom. Later, he talked with Zhong Qiu and found out the general identity of this guy. He called the old Taoist "my master" and he was the person who beat the drum and ascended to the Lotus Flower Blessed Land.

The little Taoist boy glanced at the sword-raising gourd on Chen Ping'an's waist and sneered: "It's of average quality. It can't be considered the best. It's far behind my sword-raising gourd."

Chen Ping'an asked expressionlessly: "Do you have a problem with me?"

The little Taoist boy thought to himself and said, "Don't you have two of the best sword gourds in Aquarius Island? Why didn't you get it?"

Before Su Jia, the fairy of Zhengyang Mountain, fell into decline, she once owned a purple gold gourd.

The Land Sword Immortal Wei Jin of Fengxue Temple also had a silver-white sword gourd, which later came into the hands of A Liang, who then gave it to Li Baoping.

The little Taoist boy put his hands on the window sill and shook his legs, "There are seven sword gourds in the world. They are formed from a gourd vine planted by Taozu himself. They are the rarest. The flying swords raised are the most numerous and the most formed. Fast, the most indestructible, the sharpest, the most nourishing to the master's body, the smallest flying sword, truly invisible in killing people. As for the last one, it's the one I'm carrying, do you know what the secret is?"

Chen Ping'an didn't answer.

Pei Qian hid behind Chen Ping'an. Although he was curious, he didn't dare to poke his head in.

Seeing that Chen Ping'an was a mute, the little Taoist boy felt a little bored. He carried the white cat on his shoulder and jumped off the window sill. He walked to the table and pointed at the rolled scroll, "My master, you want me to send you a message. Please help me." I feel a little sorry that you picked five people and drove you away in a hurry, so I made an exception and asked me to tell you some things. One is that oil-paper umbrella, keep it well and don’t throw it away casually. With it by your side, you will be Shield Qi. The second one is the first scroll you choose. I will remind you once, only once, and directly tell you the amount of Guyu money required. For example, this painting has Wei Xian, that is..."

He smiled and held out his hands.

The white cat on the shoulder lazily raised one of its paws, and the little Taoist boy smiled and said, "It's eleven."

Having said this, the little Taoist boy felt a little regretful and a little gloating about his misfortune. The old Taoist set the total number of grain rain coins required for the four paintings, but it was his arrangement to allocate the specific number of grains needed for each painting. These inside stories , Chen Pingan will not know. Xiao Daotong originally thought that Chen Pingan would definitely choose Zhu Lian, the martial arts madman, and then Chen Pingan would suffer.

Unexpectedly, the little lotus man got in the way and helped Chen Pingan pick Wei Xian unintentionally.

Chen Pingan asked: "Then why did you tell me the number now?"

The little Taoist boy laughed and said, "As long as I tell you the answer before you put in the last one, it's not a bad rule. My master won't blame you."

When the little boy saw that Chen Pingan didn't have any angry expression, he became more and more bored and waved his hand, "That's all. I hope we never have the chance to meet each other in the future. It will bother me when I see you."

Chen Ping'an didn't take it seriously and asked: "Is there any Xianjia ferry that can go to Aquarius Continent recently?"

The little Taoist boy was very reluctant to tell Chen Pingan, but when he thought of his master's temper, he had no choice but to tell him the location and did not dare to make any mistakes.

The little Taoist boy snorted coldly when he saw the little head sticking out from behind Chen Pingan. He seemed very dissatisfied and did not want to look at her again. He swept back and disappeared from the window with the white cat on his shoulder.

Chen Pingan reopened the scroll and threw in the eleventh Grain Rain coin.

Without hesitation.

The mist filled the room.

Chen Pingan pulled Pei Qian back a few steps, five or six steps away from the table. The first and fifteenth grade students in the sword gourd were already ready to go.

There was a short man wearing a dragon robe "rising up" from the scroll, standing on the table, then walked to the stool, and then walked to the ground. He looked at Chen Pingan, the founding emperor of Nanyuan, with a straight face. He said: "Wei Xian, after meeting the master, I will kill the enemy according to my orders."

Chen Pingan nodded.

Then the two looked at each other speechlessly, the atmosphere was tense and a little awkward.

Wei Xian suddenly said: "Master has such a domineering spirit."

Chen Pingan was speechless.

Pei Qian feels that he has learned a lot. Mom, this guy is too shameless, right?

Wei Xian looked around and said slowly: "Master, if you have any clothes that are not eye-catching, I will change into one. Then I will go out for a stroll tonight to appreciate the vast mountains and rivers in the world. I will appear when the master leaves for his journey."

Chen Pingan took out a brand new set of clothes for him. Wei Xian took off his dragon robe, put on simple Chen Pingan's clothes, put one hand on the window sill, jumped out, jumped up the wall, and disappeared into the night.

Pei Qian asked: "What beautiful mountains and rivers can we see at night?"

Chen Pingan said helplessly: "How do I know what others think?"

Nothing happened all night.

Pei Qian returned to her room and saw the shit on the table. She was so angry that she gritted her teeth.

As they set off the next day, Chen Ping'an and Wei Xian appeared outside the inn.

After that, Wei Xian stopped talking.

Wei Xian was not as tall as Chen Ping'an. It was hard to imagine that he was the founding emperor and the greatest master in the world of his generation. He had outstanding military power and was praised by later generations as a man who could defeat thousands of enemies on the battlefield.

Over time, Pei Qian got used to Wei Xian's existence, because he could just pretend he didn't exist.

At the end of winter, the three of them approached a border town. Further north, there was the powerful Daquan Dynasty in Tongyezhou, and the Xianjia Ferry that Xiao Daotong mentioned was at the northernmost point of the Daquan Dynasty.

Walking on the border and before seeing the small town, Pei Qian begged Chen Ping'an, "Give me another talisman, the one that emits golden light. With a single click, it blocked the big blue buffalo."

Chen Pingan was just thinking deeply about things.

Pei Qian didn't want to give up, "I'm not asking you to send me off. I just put it on my forehead and I can walk faster. Please. Aren't we on our way? You don't want me to walk faster and get back to that place as soon as possible." What Dali Longquan?"

Snap.

As expected, it stuck to Pei Qian's forehead.

It was still attached crookedly, just enough not to block her view.

Pei Qian immediately burst into laughter and walked really fast.

How can I feel tired when I have a big house in the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom attached to my forehead? Walking against it is like walking in your own big house.

Wei Xian, who was following the two of them, glanced at Pei Qian. He was probably in the same mood as the white cat and felt that there was something wrong with this girl's mind.

Chen Ping'an wore the long sword Chixin and the narrow sword Zingxue hanging on his waist. He took off the sword gourd and took a sip of wine.

Behind him, Wei Xian's steps were a little heavy at first, but now he is relaxed and relaxed. Pei Qian couldn't see any clues, but Chen Ping'an knew it.

When the three of them walked up a hillside, they found dust flying not far away. More than a hundred horsemen were fighting and retreating. There were already dozens of corpses on the ground. These horsemen seemed to be desperately protecting an old man.

In Chen Ping'an's eyes, he saw more of the two Qi practitioners who were chasing the cavalry, one of whom was a sword cultivator.

From Wei Xian's point of view, he paid more attention to the cavalry, with a look of admiration in his eyes, and said to himself: "A soldier who has fought hundreds of battles, dismounts as a sharp soldier, mounts as an iron cavalry, he should be the Yao family of the Daquan Dynasty. Border troops."

Pei Qian was no longer afraid of this short man, and wondered: "How do you know this? You usually wander around just to find out about this?"

Wei Xian turned a deaf ear, his eyes burning.

The Nanyuan Kingdom was once famous for its iron cavalry, which was the best in the world. It forced the prairie cavalry to retreat outside the fortress and almost paid tribute to the Nanyuan Kingdom.

Wei Xian is the result of one person.

Chen Ping'an suddenly turned his head and asked in a deep voice: "Yao family border troops? Are you sure?"

Wei Xian had a straight face and didn't even mean to speak, wasting his saliva.

The hillside shook, and Chen Ping'an suddenly rose from the sky and fell from the sky, just in time to cut off the fleeing cavalry and the two Qi practitioners.

He once promised Mr. Qi, or he promised the only locust leaf that was willing to fall into his hands.

So today Chen Pingan met Yao and stopped.