Gu Lingyan, who was sitting alone by the brazier, held it in again and again, but still couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing, "As long as my young master has no objection, of course I don't mind."

Gu Can sarcastically said: "Those Ma family disciples are all empty-minded wine sacks and rice sacks. They are not even qualified to be chess pieces. They only focus on practicing swordsmanship. Uncle Liu, you can think about it yourself and tell me. I won't let any of them be in Baoping."

What should we do about the people in Asia?”

Liu Xianyang said confidently: "I remind you to talk to me carefully. This kind of shady business, if I am not in a good mood, I will leak it to Chen Pingan."

Gu Can is afraid of Chen Ping'an, and Chen Ping'an is afraid of himself. This is called brine and tofu, and one thing is reduced.

There is absolutely no need for me, Uncle Liu, to compete with a little slug. He is two different realms away.

Liu Xianyang stood up and said lazily: "I've finished drinking, it's time to get down to business."

Gu Can did not stand up, but frowned and said, "Where are you going and what are you doing?"

Liu Xianyang rolled his eyes and said: "You are the one who talks the most nonsense. It's your old habit. Learn from Chen Ping'an and just follow Uncle Liu's butt to enjoy the good things."

Gu Can shook his head and said, "If you don't speak clearly, I'll stay here anyway."

Damn it, I made a mistake, Chen Pingan doesn’t dare to say anything to you, what should I do?

Previously in Luopo Mountain, I kindly wanted to go to Tongyezhou to help. Listen to what he said. Why don't you teach me that I am too idle and an immortal?

Liu Xianyang's demeanor changed completely, and he said calmly: "The three of you go to the Chenghuang Temple in the capital, and I will go to the Yuxuan Palace."

Pei Qian had already stood up, holding a green bamboo stick in his hand, and asked: "Sect Leader Liu, I want to go to the Qintian Prison alone."

Liu Xianyang thought for a while and nodded: "Of course, remember to change your appearance. If you really want to take action, don't hesitate. If anything happens, your master will take care of it for you."

When Gu Can stood up, her real name was Gu Lingyan, Ziwu Meng, she immediately put on her socks and shoes and stood up.

Liu Xianyang glanced at the Mountain Goddess, smiled and said, "How do you say that?"

Song Wei gritted his teeth and said, "The wine shop is closed today and there are no customers."

Liu Xianyang asked: "What if Changshan God asked you personally?"

Song Wei was speechless. She really didn't dare to make any guarantees. After all, she was a little mountain god who depended on others, and Zheyao Mountain was under the direct jurisdiction of Lujiao Mountain.

Liu Xianyang smiled and said: "If this happens, then tell the truth. Remember to send a message to Chang Fenghan at the end. Whoever dares to wear small shoes in Lujiao Mountain will make the Mountain God Mansion the second official palace."

Yangshan’s first line of peaks.”

Liu Xianyang put on his bamboo hat and didn't hurry. He thought about it for a while and said slowly: "With a slight change, Gu Can goes to the palace, Pei Qian goes to the Chenghuang Temple in the capital, and Gu Lingyan goes to the Qintian Prison. I'll work harder and take a longer journey.

.”

Gu Can said: "You are not suitable, you should change it to me."

Liu Xianyang stretched out his hand to hold Gu Can's head, looked forward, and said with a bright smile: "It doesn't make sense, among the three of us, you are the youngest."

Gu Can reached out and slapped Liu Xianyang's hand away without saying anything, thus agreeing to Liu Xianyang's proposal.

The wine flag was standing sideways, it was still raining heavily outside, and the road was muddy.

Liu Xianyang said softly: "Gu Can, friends have many bad habits, but they are still friends."

"But one thing is very different between me and Chen Ping'an. I only advise my friends once, and forget it if they don't listen."

"Have you always wanted to ask me, what would you have done if I had gone to Shujian Lake first? Let me tell you the truth. I will advise you to stop. If you don't listen, I will retreat far away from Shujian Lake and wait.

After hearing the news that you were beaten to death, I will help you take revenge and kill the person who beat you to death, that's all."

Gu Can smiled and said, "It's already much better than the answer I imagined."

Liu Xianyang held up his bamboo hat and said with a smile: "Little slug, there is still a long way to go. No matter how successful the three of us are in the future, you will be the youngest after all. It's hard to say whether you will make a profit or a loss. I only ask you to promise one thing.

, don’t provoke me, it’s not that I will be embarrassed. I won’t feel embarrassed at all. The only one who is embarrassed is Chen Pingan. Besides, if you don’t deal with Chen Pingan, I will definitely help him. If I have a conflict with Chen Pingan,

You must help him, and things will become easier, can you understand?"

Gu Can nodded and said, "Understand and accept."

Liu Xianyang put on his raincoat again, broke through the rain curtain, turned into a rainbow and left in the wind.

Gu Lingyan asked curiously: "Where is he going?"

Gu Can put on the bamboo hat, tied up his raincoat and remained silent.

Pei Qian helped give the answer, "Zhenwu Mountain Patriarch Hall."

Gu Lingxuan sighed quietly, feeling complicated. In fact, she still couldn't understand how Gu Can, Chen Ping'an, and Liu Xianyang could become friends and remain friends if their personalities were so different.

No wonder Gu Can said it was inappropriate. No matter what, Liu Xianyang was the current head of the Longquan Sword Sect, and Fengxue Temple, half of the natal family of the Longquan Sword Sect, and Zhenwu Mountain were both the ancestral homes of the Aoping Continent military family.

Gu Can said: "Pei Qian, you don't actually know the real Chen Pingan. I have been close to and afraid of him since I was a child. So with Liu Xianyang, it seems that I listen to him in everything."

For some reason, when Gu Lingyan heard such a commonplace statement with a plain tone, her hair stood on end.

Even far more than drinking at the same table with the young hermit official, Ziwu Meng, one of the Wild Ten Heavenly Stems monks, felt even more uncomfortable.

Pei Qian hesitated to speak, but in the end she did not ask.

No matter what kind of person Gu Can and Liu Xianyang think of Master, Master is Master.

"Will there be a reflection in Luoluo Mountain?"

Gu Can said these strange words first, and then said with a bright smile: "Actually, it's nothing, Chen Pingan is Chen Pingan."

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Somewhere in Ma Mansion, there was a decrepit old man sitting under the eaves of a shabby house. He was a loser in his hometown. He had moved here with his family over the years and had not been able to get much credit. Now,

The old man leaned on crutches with both hands and told a young man beside him stories about his hometown. The old man said that he was a good porcelain maker at the Golden Goose Kiln, where our family made its fortune, and had the same surname as Mu Ping Xiang.

Chen's young master has learned a lot of real skills.

The young man smiled and said that this is called a master. The old man nodded and said that this is the truth. If he had known better, he would not have skipped classes when he was a child. He should have read more books at school.

The old man slowly turned his head and looked at a young man who seemed to be hiding from the rain under the eaves of his house. Looking at the other man's profile, the old man opened his eyes as much as possible and murmured: "Young man, are you Chen Quan's son?

"

The young man wearing a golden crown and a green gauze robe turned his head and asked with a smile: "How did the old gentleman see it?"

The old man smiled and said: "They don't look alike, but they look very similar. My grandson often tells me that the words in the book are called expressions."

Chen Ping'an glanced at the young man, nodded and said: "Although the family who accumulates good deeds is poor, the children and grandchildren in the family will be late."

The old man asked: "Why did you come to a place like this?"

Some things back then, the more I think about them, the more they reveal a sinister tone. The old man was still young and strong at that time, and his surname was Ma, so he didn't dare to say anything. Over the years, he has kept it in his heart, but it's hard to say that he has anything.

It's so uncomfortable, but it's just a little bit uncomfortable. Since there are gods flying in the clouds and mists in the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom, and there are several City God temples that are said to be responsible for settling accounts after people die, the old man is a little worried.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Junior speaks directly, old gentleman, don't be angry. After walking around, it seems that there are more than 100 Ma family members and three connected mansions. This is a clean place where you can stay without dirtying your shoes."

The old man sighed, it was not easy to talk like this.

The young man asked: "Are you a Taoist?"

Chen Ping'an said: "You can say that."

The young man asked doubtfully: "What are you doing here?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "The story comes up again, let's settle an old score here."

The young man wanted to ask more, but the old man coughed a few times, and the young man quickly patted his grandfather's back.

Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "Do you like watching theater or listening to books?"

The cleanly dressed young man nodded, "I like them all, but not often."

"Other people's stories are like life, and all the joys and sorrows are just written articles. You don't need to take them too seriously. Just read them."

Chen Ping'an then stretched his hand towards the young man's forehead, and the latter saw the landscape paintings one after another as if he had opened his eyes.

Qiu Yun, a heroine who was the leader of a martial arts sect, left her sect and traveled around the martial arts world for several years with a sword. She passed by a dilapidated temple at night. She had personally experienced too many supernatural anecdotes. She stayed here for the night and did not think anything of it.

Suddenly, when he entered the temple where incense had been neglected for many years, he saw an old covenant lying on the incense table. The woman's oath was in bright color, but the text of the man's oath to each other was in a withered color. This made Qiu Yun immediately feel resentful.

, she was the most disrespectful person in her life. She remembered the surnames and origins of the two parties who swore an oath in the temple, turned around and left the place, and first found the burial place of the poor woman who died of vomiting blood. Qiuyun immediately stood next to the coffin and promised to help her kill the man.

He brought the heartless and unjust heartless man's head here to pay homage to her soul in heaven. After that, Qiuyun galloped all the way, day and night, to find out the news. He went straight to the capital and found the tall mansion decorated with lights. It turned out that

The man was named on the gold medal list and had just married the daughter of a great scholar of the time. On the busy street, the heroine Qiu Yun jumped on her horse with her sword in hand, passed through several doors of the mansion, rushed forward, and came to a house filled with distinguished figures of meritorious service in a country.

Sitting in the noisy worship hall, she leaned down skillfully, and the groom cut off his head with a sword, and then used the tip of the sword to take off the red hijab of the married woman, covering the bloody head, Qiu Yun turned over

She dismounted, casually wrapped it up, tucked it under her arm, remounted, and galloped out. She returned to the place where the corpse was buried, uncovered the red hijab, and threw the blood-dried head to the ground, the dead groom's head.

Rolling on the ground for a while, when Qiu Yun recognized the man's face, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning. She slapped open the coffin board and looked down. The body of the woman lying inside turned out to be the visiting woman who had been glimpsed in the capital earlier.

, Qiuyun, who had a splitting headache, squatted on the ground and held her head with both hands. The next moment, when she finally returned to normal, she found herself kneeling in front of the church. Through the gap in the red hijab, she could see from the corner of her eye that she had finally come to the church to get married. Soon

The man she likes is about to enter the bridal chamber. Her father is a great scholar of the time, and he is looking for a son-in-law for her. They spend time together and have sex with each other. He once said that there is a resentful woman in his hometown who has been pestering him for many years. She

The family was domineering in the local area and had been trying to get him to marry him. What should we do? She believed it and comforted such crazy women by saying that they had no upbringing and no family education at all. You don’t need to pay attention to Ma Lang at all...

...There was a burst of noisy exclamations from behind her. She quickly turned around and lifted up her red hijab. She saw an unstoppable horse leading the way. There was an ancient-looking hero riding straight towards this place. Immediately, the heroic man with halberd beard and fist hair,

Drawing the knife and leaning forward, without saying a word, he chopped off the head of the husband next to her. The hero turned the horse's head, riding one person at a time, coming and going even more hurriedly. With a loud word, he killed the thief who had betrayed his heart.

A splendid royal palace, Ma Bi, who had just been granted the title of Duke for his military achievements. As the youngest prince with a foreign surname in the country, Ma Bi took off his armor after practicing sword skills in the martial arts field, and threw it to the family nearby for worship.
To be continued...