One big and two small, three people who have just become masters and apprentices, walked at a fairy ferry in the Central Earth Shenzhou. The ferry is located in a remote place. In addition, there is a big ferry crossing with a famous continent nearby, so naturally they can't compete for business, so it seems a bit deserted here.

Going further north, it is the adjacent Daduan Dynasty.

A boy with a thorny head and a vague question, 'Master, it is said that only the ferry of this kind of immortal ferry is real.'

The young man in white smiled and said, "It's not that exaggerating, it's just that the price is a little expensive, there are fakes, but not many. The land price is expensive, so the price will be no longer cheap."

Another little girl who is about the same age as her senior brother sneered: "Dai Axian, have you eaten a fake cake now?"

The boy nodded, "It makes sense, Pianpian, you said it very well. It seems that besides the ferry on the mountain, the big cake is also true."

The boy continued to ask, "Master, the name of this ferry is very strange. Why is it called the Palm Ferry?"

The young man in white smiled and explained: "It is said that there was an ancient real man who discussed Taoism with others. He failed with one move and pressed the ground with his palm. The patterns in the palm formed the current valley and riverbed."

The boy was amazed, "So there are really gods. Yes, there are ghosts, so there must be gods who catch ghosts. Master, are they all the legendary gods on the mountain walking on the road? It doesn't seem to look like it."

The girl continued to sabotage, "Axian, you have only been to a few ferries. Are you talking about it? You have only been to school for a few years. Let's read it? You don't even write properly, and you pretend to be knowledgeable and knowledgeable scholars."

The boy with the nickname A Xian was a little angry, "Pianpian, if you target me like this, I will compete with you for the title of the founding disciple."

The young man in white pressed a head with one hand and smiled and said, "Don't be angry among his classmates, and they all speak well."

The little girl with a nickname grimaces at Na Xian.

Ah Xian pretended not to see it, "Master, why are pedestrians on the road? You have a look at you in a bad way. Are you a famous person on the mountain? But you are obviously a pure martial artist."

The girl laughed and said, "I just realized it."

Their master said, "A great celebrity is definitely not considered a famous person. You can barely be said to be a little famous."

The little girl sighed, and then she quickly became energetic and said a lot, "Master said that, then she is very small and very famous. Oh, let's get you like a master, since you are the master I found myself, no matter how good the master is, no matter how good the master is, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter, when my boxing skills are perfect, the master will be able to benefit me. Wherever I go, I sighed and muttered, wow, right, that's Bai Yu's master, that's great. Cao Ci has no other skills, and his ability to accept disciples, envy, is really amazing!"

The disciple was not angry when he called him the name directly. The young man in white, whose real name was "Cao Ci", squinted his eyes and smiled. The handsome man, who was already extraordinary, looked more and more gentle. "Okay, Master is looking forward to this scene now."

It is rare for a boy to say something about Master, "Master, the master of the martial arts school next door to our family, when he taught his disciples martial arts, he was very capable and very fierce, so everyone was afraid of him, so you have to learn more."

The child doesn’t think about it. The master has only two apprentices. Who is pitiful to the real murderer?

Cao Ci nodded and smiled, "No problem, it's not easy for a fierce man to practice martial arts. If anyone dares to be lazy in the future, I will definitely teach you a lesson."

The two children whose nicknames A Xian and Pian Pian are the two personal disciples collected by Cao Cixin.

I met them not long ago, and it was a chance meeting. Two children of the same age who were only seven years old were neighbors. They were born in a county and city well in a small country. They only liked to set up ladders and lie on the wall to peek at boxing practices since they were young. They "looked" at the most superficial martial arts styles for a few years. No one taught them the real formulas and studs. Just like this, the two children dared to go to a deserted erotic temple dozens of miles away to see if there were any gods and ghosts in the world. At that time, Cao Ci happened to pass by the wind and noticed the strange movements on the ground. He looked down and glanced down. Cao Ci immediately fell down.

The little boy held a short wooden sword in his hand, and the girl took a bamboo dagger. Although they were scared by the ghost and demon who occupied the lewd temple, they were really in danger, and their actions were not vague. They were light and agile and agile. The two children had vaguely shown signs of fist intention.

In fact, the ghost and demon are not at a high level, and they are all in the lower five realms of cultivation. At first, they just wanted to scare the two children, but they didn't think about what they did. The two little kids, together with less than a hundred kilograms of meat, isn't enough for them to get a gap between their teeth. Now there is a tight news everywhere, and the government is strictly in charge. There is no need to lose their lives just to hold a meaty and a tooth sacrifice. Wouldn't it be a boat capsized in the gutter?

They never had a funny attitude, but just as they beat them, they really made some anger. It was really weird that the two little bastards were too weird. It was nothing to say that the wooden sword was slashing and daggers were slashing, and it didn't hurt at all. But when they broke the wooden sword and crushed the dagger, when the child without the "weapons" in their hands, they faced the enemy with bare hands. The little girl's first punch hit the monster, and it was furious and could not bear it.

As soon as she killed her mind, she punched the yellow-haired girl hard. Unexpectedly, she jumped back and rolled several times, and instantly avoided the punch. Not only that, she seemed to have calculated the landing point. The little girl's petite body hanging in the air just stepped on the wall, her knees bent slightly and then suddenly exerted force. Her whole body was as fast as an arrow, and she punched the monster's forehead. She stepped on the latter's chest and took advantage of the opportunity to retreat.

The little boy who was entangled with the ghost always had a firm look, his breathing was even more steady and long than usual, and he invisibly fell into a mysterious and clear state of emptiness.

It was said that the monster was punched and stepped back several steps, and almost got angry on the spot. He had previously angrily punched the little girl. It intentionally or unintentionally slowed down and reduced its strength, so as not to accidentally make the other party's head bloom. More often than not, he thought about suddenly stopping near the little girl's head, so that she could know the pros and cons, and the result was such a reward... It rubbed her chest, took a deep breath, and finally she was muffled. She said a disgusting word with the Taoist ghost who didn't ask for any advantage. She left, and she had a thrust idea. She could be the kind of genealogy of a master who secretly protected the Taoist Taoist Taoist.

The ghost was so angry that he said in his heart that he would fart you and leave like that? If he didn't beat these two little bastards hard, I would be angry for several years!

At this moment, a young man in white walked into the entrance of the temple that had been abandoned for many years.

It seemed as if as soon as they stopped punching, the two children showed a panic that matched their age. They held hands with each other, leaning against the wall, and their two tender faces were covered in sweat.

Cao Ci said: "Since you can suppress your nature and restrain your evil nature everywhere, it is not considered as walking on the fork in the road to practice Taoism. In the future, you will not be in vain."

The female ghost cursed sinisterly: "Boy, who are you?! You dare to speak loudly here and teach us how to practice..."

The monster immediately moved to her, pulled her sleeve, and then whispered: "I'll just say it, it must be the guardian of the two children."

As a result, the young man in white smiled and signed up for his own registration, "My surname is Cao and his name is Ci. He is not a Qi training man on the mountain, but a pure martial artist, from the Daduan Dynasty in the north."

The female ghost spat and said in her heart: "If you are really Cao Ci, can we still live?!"

Cao Ci smiled, and just twisted his toes, and there was a strange phenomenon in heaven and earth, as if the time and water of the entire temple had been reversed, and he changed the way.

The monster said timidly: "Just treat you as Cao Ci. I kowtow a few times. Can we let us and my wife go tonight?"

Cao Ci said, "It is not me who let you go, but you yourself. As the saying goes, those who practice hard in the future will be willing to respect the heaven and earth. Naturally, they will be sincere and will be virtuous."

The female ghost was timid and shy and said, "What kind of people are we? You must not be Cao Ci. By the way, you must be bluffing. In fact, you just beat us and want to scare us off..."

The monster was almost scared, turned his head and said with a sad face: "Madam, don't be arrogant. I will listen to you in everything. It's just this matter. I'll listen to my husband's advice and leave!"

Cao Ci smiled and said, "If I don't leave, I really want to leave you to talk to you."

The female ghost turned into a thick smoke and walked through the window. The strong monster didn't care about anything. She turned around and jumped, and directly broke through the window. The female ghost scolded her for being a loser.

Cao Ci knelt on one knee and asked with a smile: "My name is Cao Ci, what are your names?"

The little girl's voice was still crying, but her face was still stubborn, and she raised her head high, "Walking in the world, you can't change your name or name! My name is Baiyu, it's a big rain, a torrential rain the size of soybeans, and the whole world is full of white."

The boy followed the trembling voice and said, "My name is Jijie. It is not the Jishi of the Four Seasons, the character He is next to Gayou Mountain, and the frugal frugality."

Cao Ci said softly: "Don't be afraid, I am a living person, just like you, and I also practice martial arts. I have to practice boxing for a few years longer than you, so I can scare them off."

Seeing that they stopped talking, Cao Ci stood up and smiled and said, "Go home quickly. You two remember not to be so rash in the future. There are many magical existences in the mountains and rivers, and each has its own temperament."

Cao Ci took the lead in turning around and leaving the temple.

The two children whispered and after discussing, they still planned to follow the man in white who did not look like a villain.

Cao Ci stopped when he walked to the foot of the mountain and said with a smile: "I will escort you here."

The little boy was holding the broken wooden sword, while the little girl was crying silently, feeling sorry for the broken bamboo dagger.

Ji Jie raised his courage and said, "You can do martial arts and boxing?"

Cao Ci nodded, "Yes."

Ji Jie suddenly became energetic, "Your boxing skills are very high?"

Cao Ci laughed in silence.

He really doesn't know how to answer this question.

Bai Yu wiped his face and said angrily: "Dai Axian, he can scare away the evil spirits in the mountain temple. He must have a strong fist."

Cao Ci smiled and said, "Whether it is going up the mountain and into the water or visiting immortals and seeking the Tao, remember to pay attention to some taboos and do not have any statements like "evil and evil spirits."

The little girl was stunned and nodded, "No matter whether it is reasonable or not, I will listen to you."

Ji Jie looked full of longing and asked, "Do you know the masters of the world? They are the kind of heroes mentioned in the book! The kind with long nicknames, people give nicknames and things, and they are majestic. Do you have nicknames?"

It seemed like another helpless question. Cao Ci thought about it, "I know some experts. But I don't have any nicknames."

Bai Yu said, "If you can beat Master Liu from the martial arts hall next to us, I will recognize you as your master! How about it?"

Ji Jie echoed: "It's better to just practice with Master Liu, but not the kind of people who have the best interests in the world. It seems that kicking a house is equivalent to going to the ring, and it's almost a life-and-death case, which sounds too scary."

Cao Ci smiled and said, "I have to continue rushing. Go home quickly. Your parents will be worried. I guess it is inevitable to get beaten up."

But in the end, Cao Ci still recognized them as his apprentices.

That night, I went to the county town and saw with my own eyes that the two children were beaten by feather duster and their hands were swollen, but they didn't cry. The other was lying on the bench, with their butts blooming and they burst into tears.

Of course, Cao Ci told the elders of the two families that he wanted to accept disciples, saying that they had a talent for martial arts. They went to the nearest immortal palace and asked the old immortal master of Guanhai to go to the county government overnight, and asked the county magistrate to take action in person to help convince the two families to hand over the two children to him... Anyway, the process was quite tortuous. As for Cao Ci's words whether he would say his name or from the Daduan Dynasty, it was useless in this remote county town that was not in conflict with the world and had long been closed to news.

At this moment, the master and apprentice were walking at the ferry. More and more ferry passengers, shopkeepers of local shops, and tourists who came here to enjoy the scenery in spring. I don’t know who was the first to shout the name "Cao Ci", and it was out of control. "It seems to be Cao Ci!" "It’s really Cao Ci, it’s true!" "What is Cao Ci doing here? It won’t just look like Cao Ci, right?" "Rarely, what name we call, we must respectfully call Cao Wu Shen!"

The entire ferry followed by loud voices, and no one dared to approach, but he only dared to register for himself from afar, what was his name, where did he come from, and how did he learn from his master...

Ji Jie had never seen such a strange formation before, so he was a little nervous. He pulled his master's sleeve and asked in a low voice: "Master, who are Cao Ci they are talking about?"

Cao Ci smiled and said, "If nothing unexpected happens, it means your master."

Bai Yu stomped his feet, "Master, you are so famous? What should I do in the future? If I go out, I will be said to be Cao Ci's apprentice?!"

Cao Ci smiled softly, nodded, and joked: "It's a bit difficult to get such a master."

Desolate Mountain.

Chen Ping'an, Qingshan, has been carefully compiling an inkstone collection in recent days.

The pages and papers of the book are all made by the old chef. Since it is an "ancient book" of some years, it must naturally turn yellow and have an antique flavor.

There is no way. Since Guo Zhujiu arrived at Luopo Mountain, Chen Ping'an has keenly discovered that this little disciple was sulking with him. She still had to try hard to pretend that she was not angry. His master is still the best master in the world.

Chen Ping'an was not able to ask her the reason directly. After thinking about it, there was no answer that could convince herself. Chen Ping'an had to secretly find Zhu Lian to see where the problem was. As expected, the old chef had to ask some questions. In addition, Pei Qian had talked a lot about Guo Zhujiu when he was a child. Zhu Lian quickly guessed the answer, but he kept it a secret and said, "Young Master, do you still remember the square inkstone hanging around Guo Zhujiu's waist?" Chen Ping'an suddenly realized it after being pushed by this little. Indeed, he had to blame himself. On the Sword Qi Great Wall, Chen Ping'an lied to Guo Zhujiu, saying that the green material of her square inkstone was a very precious inkstone material in Haoran Tianxia.

It doesn’t count if you say it’s all lies. At the foot of Haoran Mountain, Duan inkstone is indeed expensive. Of course, the price of green in the Duan stone is relatively low.

Chen Ping'an asked the old chef how to remedy it. Zhu Lian smiled and said, "This is not simple. The young master wrote an inkstone by himself, and named it Baiyanzhai's rubbings and so on. He gathered a famous inkstone that was handed down from a hundred square meters. There are not many ancient inkstones made of green dots. Among the inkstones with one hundred square meters, there is enough five or six square meters. It is mainly the top ten famous inkstones. There must be two types of green dots that are inherited and stored clearly. There must be no more or less. No one will believe it if it is too much, and no less will be enough.

While Chen Ping'an was very impressed, he was the old chef who squinted his eyes and was the best at making fraud.

Zhu Lian waved his hand with a smile, saying, "A total of 100 square meters of inkstones have to be carved by himself, and then copied different shapes and inscriptions, and wrote the corresponding wonderful stories. The project volume is so large, you must take action by yourself."

So Chen Ping'an returned to the first floor of the bamboo building and began to write this inkstone composition silently that night.

Poor mountain owner, who is used to being a hand-off manager, has to close the door and sneakily, and cannot be seen by the warm trees and millet.

It is necessary to wait until the task is completed before they can see it, and then report it to Guo Zhujiu through the ears. It will be perfect.

I never thought that when Chen Ping'an finally compiled the inkstone score, he clearly saw it when the warm tree cleaned the room, but the girl in the pink dress couldn't understand it.
To be continued...