Xie Gou sat down at the stone table, put one hand on the table, and tapped his fingers on the table in turn, waiting for Aunt Feng to bring out the good wine to entertain the guests.

Aunt Feng stood up and came to the table and asked, "What did Chen Pingan say?"

Xie Gou grinned and pretended to be listening, "What?!"

She raised one arm and reached into her sleeve with the other hand.

A pocket sword box, hidden in the sleeve.

Inside the box is an ancient sword named Qing Cang.

In ancient times, this dagger was also known as "Qingchang", which made Taoist priests regret having Qingchang when they saw the sword's light.

It's a sword or a dragon. It's the same thing. It's just a line when it comes out of the box.

Rumor has it that Bai Jing also has a small sword, which he keeps in his arms and is kept secret.

Aunt Feng smiled and said, "Are you trying to scare me?"

Xie Gou shook his sleeves and laughed: "Don't dare, I can't kill you anyway."

Aunt Feng sighed quietly.

After a long separation, we meet an old friend again. As for whether we are friends or enemies, it doesn't seem to matter anymore.

Xie Gou leaned forward, lying on the table, spreading his hands, "When I woke up this time, everyone seemed to be strangers except Xiao Mo."

Aunt Feng smiled and said, "Have you slept with him?"

Xie Gou just smiled.

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In the north of Dali, there is a towering mountain, formerly known as Baiyue.

Gu Can was accompanied only by his maid named Chunxiao, and his aunt Han Qiaose had returned to Baidi City in the Middle Earth.

At a roadside pavilion on an official road, Liu Xianyang stood side by side with a round-faced young woman in cotton-padded clothes, waiting for Gu Can.

"Gene Era"

Liu Xianyang looked at Gu Can and the woman. He didn't say anything, he just clicked his tongue.

It's okay, little slug. Sure enough, men become bad as soon as they get rich. Nowadays, you know how to take a beautiful woman with you when you go out. Will it warm the bed?

You must know that according to the customs in their hometown, the younger brother can only marry a wife after the elder brother has completed the marriage.

Gu Can didn't bother to say anything to Liu Xianyang. He just looked at the bright moon that came from the wilderness, clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Gu Can from Mu Ping Lane, I have met my future sister-in-law."

Shengyue smiled and said: "My pseudonym is Yu Qianyue now. Of course, it doesn't matter if you call me Fellow Daoist Shengyue in private."

My first impression of Gu Can was good, much better than someone else's.

The maid gave her a blessing and said, "I am so miraculous. I have met Liu Jianxian and Sister Xieyue."

Of course she recognized Xieyue, but Xianyue didn't know this junior from her hometown.

Liu Xianyang smiled and glanced at the woman who claimed to be an efficacious person. As for her background, realm, and background, it didn't matter. He cupped his fists in return and smiled politely: "I've met the efficacious Taoist friend. I'm glad to meet you."

We don’t yet know the pros and cons of its efficacy.

Instead, she just felt that Liu Xianyang would be easier to get along with than that young hidden official.

The young master of the Longquan Sword Sect in front of him is definitely not a simple Jade Pu Realm sword cultivator.

One glance is enough.

Gu Can didn't waste any time, took out a wooden box from his arms, threw it to Liu Xianyang, and said in his heart: "What you told me is done."

Liu Xianyang smiled as usual, just took the wooden box, put it into his sleeve casually, strode forward, put his arm around Gu Can's neck, and asked with a soft smile: "Does it take any effort?"

Gu Can said angrily: "Don't worry about it."

After entering Baidi City to practice Taoism, Gu Can never asked that master.

This incident is the only exception.

There was no other way, Liu Xianyang threatened him that if he didn't accomplish this, he would stop thinking about being his best man and having a wedding banquet.

Liu Xianyang lowered his voice and asked, "Aren't you afraid that Chen Pingan will fall out with you if he finds out?"

Gu Can said calmly: "I will know better than you what the consequences will be."

After Liu Xianyang heard this answer, he nodded and patted Gu Can on the head, "Not bad, I didn't make you a friend in vain."

Gu Can pushed Liu Xianyang's hand away and reminded her from the bottom of her heart: "After all, it's just a portrait, and the effect may not be very good."

Liu Xianyang hummed, and then replied to Gu Can, "I only know this kind of thing better than you."

Gu Can said from the bottom of his heart: "As a reward, Master asked me to ask you something. Have you ever seen the 'Emperor' spirit who sits in the eternal river of time?"

Liu Xianyang's expression became solemn, he shook his head and said: "This is not the right place to talk about this. When we get to Youyi Peak, forget it, we'll talk about it after we go to Shenxiu Mountain."

Gu Can said: "Now that we have the answer, there is no need to bother. Master only needs to know that existence, whether it still exists. I am only responsible for helping Master determine whether it exists or not. As for the rest, if Master wants to know more inside information

, he will naturally come to you."

Liu Xianyang stretched out his hand and rubbed his chin, "Does City Master Bai drink alcohol? Is there any fairy wine that he is particularly fond of? If so, please help make a few jars."

Gu Can cursed in his hometown dialect. According to the way the three of them got along back then, he actually agreed.

Liu Xianyang held the back of his head with both hands, and Gu Can beside him looked more like a scholar.

They were also credited men and women from the same hometown, so they walked behind their respective Taoist companions and masters.

Liu Xianyang said lazily: "If I had been there at that time, I would definitely not have had to punch Cao Ci, and then those locust leaves of yours would have been useless."

Gu Can said: "You are the best at telling lies and bragging."

Apparently Chen Ping'an had informed Liu Xianyang about the wild fight that happened on a narrow road.

Perhaps he was worried that Liu Xianyang would not invite him to be the best man?

Liu Xianyang smiled mischievously and said, "Where are you and this sister?"

Gu Can sneered: "Same as you and Qiangyue."

Liu Xianyang was a little frustrated. Gu Can was very talented when it came to quarrels. At that time, he and Chen Pingan combined were not as good as a slug. Of course, at that time, Chen Pingan was no different with or without the dull gourd.

Gu Can hesitated for a moment and said: "Let me tell you my guess. The credit card next to you, her chance of becoming a Taoist in the future, may be related to the immortal tomb in our hometown, and the Xiangjun in Lingfei Palace whose Taoist name is Dongting.

"

Liu Xianyang nodded and said, "Mr. Qi must have had a profound meaning when he sent Miss Yu to our hometown."

I remember one time when we were eating potted duck with dried bamboo shoots at the blacksmith shop, Miss Yu mentioned something. Jiang Shangzhen once said a few words to her that were like poems about immortals and Bu Fuci.

As a result, when Liu Xianyang asked her what the specific content was, Miss Yu said it was about ascending to the sky, perfecting money, moonlight and white clouds, etc. She couldn't remember clearly.

Liu Xianyang, who thought he was generous enough, was immediately confused.

Later, it was Liu Xianyang who went to ask Chen Ping'an about the matter and asked for the full details.

Liu Xianyang suddenly slapped him over and taught him a lesson in his heart: "What's the point of credit? No matter how big or small, call me sister-in-law!"

Gu Can just lowered his head to avoid Liu Xianyang's attack, turned around and said with a smile: "Sister-in-law, would you like me to tell you some old stories about Mud Bottle Alley? It's actually quite interesting."

Liu Xianyang laughed, quickly stretched out his hand to strangle Gu Can's neck, and said in a low voice: "Slugs... are all my brothers, so what if I call you Brother Gu!"

Qiangyue smiled and said, "Isn't it Wang Zhu? I know that Liu Xianyang used to go to Mu Ping Lane to see her."

Gu Can turned around and said with a smile: "So my sister-in-law knows, then there is nothing to talk about."

Liu Xianyang let go of Gu Can, sniffed to himself, wiped his face fiercely, and looked ahead blankly, I want to be in the realm of Sword Immortal, what is the use of being a sect leader.

Before Gu Can could rejoice in his misfortune, Liu Xianyang stretched out his hand to wrap around him, first choked out a stuffy fart, and then slapped him on the face with lightning speed.

When Gu Can cursed in his hometown dialect and was about to fight back, Liu Xianyang was already flying away with his sword.

Gu Can thought for a while, but still didn't chase after him.

When I was a kid, it was always like this.

Slug, stop crying. Come and wipe your face with my sleeve.

There was a fart sound, then a pop sound, then he made a fist and spread it out as a palm, covering the little slug's face.

After all, I was young at that time and had suffered many losses.

The child always cried heartbrokenly, so someone comforted him, saying that it was okay and would definitely help him teach Liu Xianyang a lesson, who had already run away laughing.

But every time he went to the mountains and went into the water, that man and Liu Xianyang would let the child with two runny noses take home all the harvest.

Liu Xianyang has indeed never been a stingy person.

Otherwise, why was Slug so "easy to talk to" with Song Banchai, who also lived in Mud Bottle Alley?

In Dali Capital, after Chen Ping'an left the Ministry of War office in Kejia Lane, Shen Chen still called over two ministers.

While waiting for someone in the house, Shen Chen stood at the desk, reaching out and stroking an ancient inkstone. The material was ordinary, but it had been passed down in an orderly manner and had been passed down for some years.

It is said that the old man died in the office of the first Minister of the Ministry of War in Dali. At that time, there was an unfinished official document of the Ministry of War, and there was still new ink in the inkstone.

Then somehow, this square inkstone was passed down from generation to generation and remained in the Yamen of the Ministry of War.
To be continued...