Chapter 1211 Old wine in a clay bottle

Chen Ping'an stood where he was.

An orphan from Mu Ping Alley, who grew up eating the food of hundreds of families, finally stands here, knowing the joys and sorrows, and it has been hard-won along the way.

This courtyard occupies a huge area. It is worthy of being the former residence of the prime minister of the former dynasty. It is shaded by trees and the sun is shining high. The ground is covered with fine golden light, like golden embroidery flowers, embellished on the tightly jointed blue brick floor.

The bricks and the ground are not bulging, and the craftsman's skills are obviously not bad. This is the place where the owner of the house, Ma Yan, studies. It is seven rooms wide and eight rafters deep, in a French-style style.

The staggering study room is filled with precious books that have never been read since they were bought. There are several priceless guqins, and there are also several jade mountains and golden buildings that are half a person tall. I have been here.

The dignitaries in the capital who were drinking tea and drinking wine all said they were elegant and elegant. If they showed a little bit of dazzle, they would always make the owner feel that they were real scholars. In fact, Ma Yan had always wanted to pave the roof.

The green glazed tiles are just like those of Taoist temples. They look good, but my wife persuaded me to stop, saying that this kind of thing is called transgression. His Majesty the Emperor is not deaf or blind, and there is no need to put on such a lavish display that can easily make others jealous.

Zhan, when the family ancestral hall was filled with Jinshi plaques, that is the real scholarly family. One day the eldest son comes home, he will be happy when he sees it. Ma Yan thinks it makes sense, so he let his second son Ma Yanshan a few years ago

I went to take part in the imperial examination, and as expected, I got the top prize, which was a great honor. If Ma Che won the championship again this year and got the top prize, the family would have the so-called generational hairpin atmosphere in the books, right?

The well-dressed woman, even though she is nearly seventy years old, still looks like a woman in her forties. She is worthy of walking among a group of royal ladies all year round. She is obviously calmer than the man next to her.

She could still force out a smile and pretend to be close to her. Qin Zheng wore a emerald green jade bracelet on her fairly fair wrist. She reached out and rubbed the corners of her eyes covered with crow's feet, as if she wanted to squeeze out the smile.

Some bitter tears came, "Chen Ping'an? Is he the son of Master Chen from Mu Ping Lane? Chen Quan was one of the best porcelain masters in our hometown back then. He was still young and already had such top-notch skills. At that time, in our Golden Goose

Kiln, if he hadn’t kept secrets and brought out a group of good apprentices, I really don’t know what he would have done. They were the backbone of our Long Kiln. I remember that at that time, the kiln workers said that only Yao from Baoxi Kiln was the best.

Master, I dare to say that I am slightly better at making porcelain than Chen Quan. Mr. Lin, the kiln superintendent, has a very high vision. He is willing to eat and drink with Chen Quan often. They are very chatty. Many masters at the kiln entrance are envious.

I can’t even envy you. Chen Quan is such a good person, why is he gone? God is blind, good people are not rewarded, it’s just you who suffers. Yes, yes. If I remember correctly, it was my mother-in-law who went to the clay bottle back then.

Xiang helped deliver the baby, so we had you. Fortunately, mother and child are safe. Now you have a lot of potential, a huge future, better than us Ku Xuan, I believe Chen Quan and Chen..."

Qin Zheng's intention was obvious. He would drag him away as long as he could. This mud bottle alley bitch who was lucky enough to suddenly become rich came here too fast. In front of the house, he raised a bunch of trash who couldn't even eat.

Just like that, he walked to the back house. Fortunately, Ma Yan had just sent several secret letters, both to the imperial master of Yuxuan Kingdom and to the Chenghuang Temple in the capital. Before that, Chen Ping'an suddenly became violent.

The more people kill, the more unjust it will be for this guy who wanted to die but didn't die directly at the hands of the wild demon tribe.

The Ma family in Xinghua Lane made its fortune thanks to the Golden Goose Kiln, and the top master of the Golden Goose Kiln was Chen Quan from Niping Lane.

It was Chen Quan and his skilled kiln worker apprentices who made the Golden Goose Kiln, which was originally ranked at the bottom and the kiln fire was almost extinguished, begin to slowly improve.

In an instant, the cyan figure came to the woman named Qin Zheng. Without respecting her elders, thinking about the friendship between her fellow villagers, and showing no intention of a man not hitting a woman, he hit Qin Zheng in the neck with a knife.

The force was not strong, just enough to hit Ma's housewife as if she had taken a sip of Shaodaoji liquor. The pain made her face turn red. Qin Zheng's face was filled with tears, and she reached out to cover her neck, making noises. She didn't know whether she was cursing or complaining.

, the pain made her nose run out. Obviously, if the mud-legged person from Mud Bottle Alley really wanted to kill someone, her neck would be broken in an instant, and her head could be moved.

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "I didn't catch up with you."

Ma Yan, who was already sweating profusely, did not dare to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and said in a trembling voice: "Chen Ping'an, if you have something to say, please speak up. These are all misunderstandings. You must not believe those rumors."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "It's just a misunderstanding. It's not a big deal."

Ma Yan choked on his words for a moment.

A young woman with a facial resemblance to Qin Zheng came over with a sword, followed by a group of heroic maids in blue. They all carried swords on their backs, with snow-white scabbards and golden sword tassels. Every time they came to Yuxuan Kingdom

Showing up in the capital, riding horses with Ma Yuemei, going on a spring outing outside the city, or traveling around the mountains and rivers, it's all a beautiful sight.

Seeing her mother's pitiful appearance, Ma Yuemei, who came after hearing the news, angrily shouted: "The thief is so bold that he dares to come to the door to provoke! Draw your sword to meet the enemy!"

A group of beautiful young women drew their swords one after another. The long swords were unsheathed, buzzing, and their momentum was not weak. Several long swords flew through the air, revealing sword lights that were more than an inch long.

In the Ma family, they had the honor of Ma Yuemei, and they had aloof status. They were all good martial arts talents selected by the masters of the Ma family when they were young. This group of "sword attendants" maids had practiced martial arts for more than ten years.

The swordsman is diligent, not only has the master's guidance, helps teach boxing and provides sword manuals, but also has no shortage of immortal family medicine and food to recuperate the body. At this moment, they use the extremely fancy method of controlling swords with Qi, which is naturally good-looking, and there are quite a few

The grace of the swordsman on Fenshan Mountain.

Dozens of long swords noisily stabbed at a man wearing a green shirt and long coat. The result was a loud bang, and they all changed their trajectory midway, like mud smashing against the wall, and were nailed into the beams of the study room behind Ma Yan.

Those maids who always had their eyes high above their heads were eclipsed by this.

Their swords are talisman swords carefully forged by the immortal masters on the mountain. They are equipped with such valuable and unmarketable immortal weapons to slay demons and eliminate demons.

Ma Yuemei bit her lip and stared at the motionless swordsman in blue. After a moment of silence, she looked complicated and asked, "Are you the Chen Ping'an from Luoluo Mountain?!"

I just heard the tip from a personal maid. Ma Yuemei was as if she was in the clouds. Is he really the legendary down-and-out mountain swordsman? How could Chen Ping'an come to the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom without any grievances? Why would he?

They came to the door to cause trouble, but they were so unreasonable. I heard that the pure warriors and monks who looked after the house and the courtyard in front of them met with more miserable consequences. Could it be that Master Chen Shanzhu, who was born in Mubo Alley, had some unknown history with his family?

Grudges? Is that why, over the years, that idle fellow Ma Yanshan has ridiculed the family mansion as a turtle shell?

When they learned that the swordsman in green shirt was... Chen Ping'an from Luolu Mountain, the maids who practiced swords all looked at each other with bewilderment and disbelief.

A mountain swordsman who seemed even further away than the characters in the book was standing right in front of them?

In recent years, they have been secretly relying on the landscape reports of their young ladies to learn about the Luolu Mountain adjacent to Beiyue Piyun Mountain in Chuzhou, the youngest hermit official in the history of the Sword Qi Great Wall, and their close friend Liu Zongzhu

Join hands to ask the sword Zhengyang Mountain... They all know something about it, and because they are pure martial artists and practice swordsmanship, they have been fascinated by the name "Chen Pingan" for a long time. In any other situation

, when they meet him, they will probably be overcome with emotion, extremely excited, and unable to sleep for several days without tossing and turning, even if their love and respect for the legendary Chen Jianxian is not sincere enough.

He is the only great swordsman in the history of Aquarius Continent who is a great master of martial arts!

In this case, how could they dare to continue making trouble? They all looked uncertain.

Chen Pingan kicked Ma Yan in the knee, causing the latter to kneel on the spot. Chen Pingan then closed the umbrella in his hand and hit Ma Yan in the face. The latter smashed the door and fell into the house.

It is generally known that Ma Yan and Qin Zheng, a couple of bad guys, are indeed looking for a way out for themselves, such as wanting to become the gods of mountains and rivers somewhere in Yuxuan Kingdom, but it is more likely that the difference between gods and immortals is still not reliable.

He probably still hopes to occupy a place with the City God and the Underworld Officials. In this way, he will truly achieve the Youming Special Path. If he can obtain an orthodox status in the Fengdu Underworld, Luoposhan will break the old rules if he wants to take action again.

It can be seen from this that Hong Zhongyu, the cultural judge of the Chenghuang Temple in the capital, moved to Lingzhou and brought Ji Xiaoping, the chief officer of the Yin and Yang Division, which was a kind of officialdom forced to give way. Once Hong Zhongyu and Ji Xiaoping left, they would naturally

There have been a series of changes in the officialdom. Ultimately, it is to make room for this couple. It is obvious that there must be someone in the Ma family to give guidance.

Don't worry, we will make your dreams come true.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Those strange people haven't shown up yet? Isn't it just a matter of course to use people's money to eliminate disasters for others?"

Ma Yuemei rushed into the house and helped Ma Yan, whose abdomen hurt like a knife. Ma Yuemei was a spoiled child. She had never experienced such an accident. She suddenly felt sad, but she didn't cry.

Chen Ping'an glanced sideways at Ma Yan, who was sweating like rain in the room. He couldn't bear the pain. If he wanted to achieve a golden body, could he achieve it by relying only on the secret ointment from Yang's Pharmacy?

The figure in Qingshan flashed, shrunk into the mountains and rivers, and disappeared out of thin air from the courtyard.

In the Ma family's mansion in Yongjia County, there were a total of three Earth Immortals, one Nascent Soul and two Golden Pills worshiped by the family, both on the stage and behind the scenes. Two of them were anonymous and changed their identities.

Old Yuanying was an old ancestor who destroyed the Immortal Mansion during the war in the old Baishuang Dynasty in the south of Aquarius Continent. This old immortal was in seclusion from beginning to end, watching helplessly as the Patriarch Hall and the Divine Lord were destroyed.

Perhaps to save face, after the war ended, he did not rush to restore the Shanmen Taoism. Instead, he traveled all the way north, bypassing Luojing, passing through Dadu, and finally entered the Ma family of Yongjia County in the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom, where he served as the chief worshipper. The other two

There is a golden elixir earthly immortal, an formation master, and a ghost, each with his disciples and followers. With so many worldly masters nesting in a palm-sized territory, the Ma family can be considered to have a strong family background.

There are also two martial arts masters, one male and one female. The male is called Shen Ke. The concierge of the Five Levels martial artist is his direct disciple, and Ma Yuemei is his close disciple. The swordsmanship of these Yingying Yanyan maids , were all taught by him. There is also a female martial artist who is also in the Golden Body realm, but is less famous than Shen Ke. As for how she entered the Ma family, she always has her own story. .

Of course, from the Ma family in Xinghua Lane to the Ma family in Yongjia County, the family's biggest support has always been Ma Kuxuan.

Since the concierge did not have time to report his identity, and Chen Pingan walked almost straight to the courtyard, no one could stop Chen Pingan along the way. It is estimated that this group of big shots who look down on the princes and ministers do not know the inside story yet.

In a simple study room, there is a middle-aged scholar with an ugly face sitting at the table. There is a large white inkstone with banana leaves, colored ink ingots that cannot be exchanged for gold, and a book spread out on the desk. It is a book dedicated to writing about fox fairies and narcissus. Notes: The scribe also had a plate of cakes from a time-honored shop in Beijing. He was chewing soft and glutinous osmanthus cake while flipping through the book. The scholar just saw a sentence in the book and couldn't help but sigh. It was not a good sign. It turned out to be that sentence. Poor grass grows, and the business is gone overnight.

The young prodigy Ma Che, who was famous in both the government and the public, was the proud student of this master.

The middle-aged scholar laughed at himself: "What a strong evil spirit. Does a big tree attract the wind? Sure enough, the generous salary every month is not for nothing. God's money is the hottest thing."

How about returning the salary to Ma's family unchanged? Just pat your butt and walk away?

Anyone who can force his way into the Ma family, no matter what his identity or origins are, it seems that he is not the one who dares to say that he is a golden elixir ghost and will definitely send him a gift out of the house.

Praying for immortality is really painful.

He was about to stand up and bravely go to the muddy water over there. Suddenly, his back felt cold and his whole body felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. The next moment, his head was held down and smashed onto the table.

The spiritual energy in his body was as stagnant as ice, and his three souls and six souls were trembling. He tried to mobilize several natal objects, but it was as if the mountain was blocked by heavy snow, and he completely lost contact.

A golden elixir is motionless, and the earthly immortal is as weak as a common man.

Chen Pingan spread his fingers, held the back of the other person's head, and said with a smile: "You are said to be strange people, do you really believe it?"

The ghost scholar tried his best to speak: "Dare you ask me the name of the immortal?"

Chen Ping'an took the heavy inkstone from the table and slapped it hard on the back of his head. The inkstone turned into powder, and the monster's eyes were filled with stars. It felt like its brains had been beaten out by the assassin. .

The ghostly scholar, who was almost out of his wits, had to beg for mercy: "Exalted Immortal, please forgive me."

Chen Ping'an asked: "Did you teach the Ma couple how to accumulate moral virtue by tearing down the east wall to make up for the west wall over the years? Help them refine the locust leaves into their natal objects, and thus gain some ancestral protection. It's your method to tamper with the merit book of the City God's Temple? It's very clever, not bad."

The ghost scholar was stunned.

Chen Pingan turned around and sneered: "Want to run?"

An oil-paper umbrella was as fast as a flying sword, passing through the corridor, bringing up a stream of fireflies, and directly stabbed the old Nascent Soul Realm immortal who had been secretly using his palm to view the mountains and rivers, and nailed him to the wall.

That Nascent Soul monk who looks like an old woman is the bodyguard of the housewife Qin Zheng. The maidservant who has been in charge of the Ma family for these years has decided to run away today when the situation is bad.

Just because of the scene in the courtyard, covered with clouds, fog, and strict confinement, the old woman could not see the slightest bit of the scene inside. This made her extremely horrified. Could it be that she was... a person in the upper fifth realm?!

Just when she was about to use the shrinking technique, it seemed that the other party was waiting for this moment. In an instant, an oil-paper umbrella made of ordinary material pierced her chest like a long sword. The huge momentum made her slide all the way out.

, her back hit the wall, and the heartbreaking pain made the old woman look like she was going crazy, wailing endlessly, she was about to pull the oil-paper umbrella out of her chest with both hands, but as soon as her fingers touched the oil-paper umbrella, she suffered again

A heart-wrenching pain, the old woman knocked her head back hard, and the sword energy of the oil-paper umbrella suddenly surged, and golden flames spread along the old woman's palms and arms at lightning speed and then spread all over her body.

Come on, not only that, those flames flowing like water veins, without hurting the skin, flesh, muscles and bones, slowly penetrated into the old woman's soul. This is an extremely refined fire method. There is such a kind in the world.

The domineering fire technique caused the old woman's entire body, world, mountains and rivers to appear like a rain of fire.

Burning.

It only said that the inner lake of a Yuanying realm monk was instantly boiled by fire, the mist rose, and the monk's inner lake turned into a pot of oil.

Chen Ping'an loosened his fingers, straightened up, and moved to see the old woman who was most likely the mastermind of Ma's family.

The ghost scholar lay on the table and waited for a while. The immortal seemed to have gone elsewhere. As a wild cultivator in Shanze, he always behaved like a dead Taoist friend but not a poor Taoist. It was not suitable to stay here for a long time and he had to leave quickly.

He quickly sat up, but he suddenly felt like crying without tears, as if he were mourning a heir, and said in a trembling voice: "Longhu Mountain Thunder Bureau!"
To be continued...