The air in the mountains is still cool after the rain, the days are long and there is nothing to do, and Yan sits leisurely.

The people at the table at the foot of the mountain, one big and one small, all had their legs crossed, eating melon seeds and chatting about various things, just passing the time leisurely.

The two of them are good brothers who are famous for their lofty ambitions in Luo Luo Shan. There is no need to cultivate Taoism and no need to practice boxing. Why? We are both top-notch geniuses.

"Leave aside geniuses, people who can climb mountains and practice Taoism, with the same physical strength, must avoid certain potholes on the way to practice, such as the talisman road. The threshold is high, the money is high, and they need the guidance of a master, otherwise they will accidentally fall into the trap.

You will waste your life, talk about immortality, and talk about ascending to heaven. This makes a woman afraid of marrying the wrong man and entering the wrong profession."

"It is absolutely true. What Brother Da Feng said is absolutely true. What he said is absolutely true."

"Some pits are shallower, and you can still climb out after suffering a loss. But some pits are very deep, and you can't climb out if you jump in. What's most scary is encountering a bottomless pit with no bottom.

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"Brother Dafeng is one of the few martial arts masters in Aquarius Continent. Learning martial arts and practicing boxing is a profession where the threshold is not high. It is not a trap, right?"

"This is not called a pit."

Zheng Dafeng nodded and said, "It's a cliff."

Chen Lingjun rolled his eyes and said nothing. It would be unconscionable for him to echo a few words.

Zheng Dafeng said with a smile: "Of course the number of people who learn martial arts outside the mountains is far more than the number of Taoists in the mountains, but you can't think that learning martial arts is not a trap just because of this. You can't see Chen Ping'an and Cao Ci either.

I am young, have a high level, and am flying in the sky, so I feel that this industry is so easy to get along with."

At this moment, on the mountain road not far away, an old immortal with immortal style and Taoism came. He had three long beards and elegant Taoist clothes. He was Lu Yong, the master of the Qinghu Palace in Tongyezhou.

The old man holds a fly whisk in his hand and walks steadily, making him look very majestic.

In the words of my old cook, if there is not a land god on the mountain, and if there is not a county magistrate in Gongmen, there is no way he can escape from this kind of momentum.

Chen Lingjun took a closer look, stood up hurriedly, shook his sleeves, and strode forward, "Hey, isn't this Brother Lu? There are only a few visitors here!"

The old man stopped, nodded, and said with a smile: "Come here uninvited, nagging, nagging."

Then Lu Yong added, "I saw fellow Taoist Jing Qing and Grandmaster Zheng from a distance. What a talker, he has the aura of Qingxiao, and he sits like a white jade figure."

Zheng Dafeng was not a janitor now, so he didn't get up to entertain guests. Hearing Lu Yong's comment, he was greatly impressed. He was indeed a real person. He did have some true knowledge and insights, and he told the truth to everyone.

Chen Lingjun imitated the master of the mountain and sighed, "You just say some polite words, who are you looking down on? Brother Lu, when he comes to our Luopo Mountain, he still needs to say hello to others? This is a shabby and dishonest thing to say, and it seems that we are here.

Are you snobbish and don't care about old feelings at all? It doesn't matter if you slap me in the face. Which of us brothers is following whom? At worst, it will be over with just two cups of wine at the wine table. Slapping my master in the face is not allowed, absolutely not allowed.

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Lu Yong laughed loudly, changed the way to the door, and clasped his fists for Jiang Hu and shook his head vigorously, "It's true that I'm being pretentious. I went back to the table and punished myself with three bowls first."

Chen Lingjun asked from the bottom of his heart: "Brother Lu is a very busy man now. What is it? The letter doesn't explain clearly, so I have to climb the mountain in person? Could it be that I have encountered some difficulties? Can you tell me in private? I will help you if you can.

, If you don’t help, you are a grandson.”

Lu Yong hesitated for a moment, but chose to say straightforwardly: "Fellow Taoist Jingqing, to be honest, I have a direct disciple named Zhao Zhu. I am not just bragging. Zhao Zhu's Taoist qualifications are not bad, and his character is even better." Yes, I'm just wondering if I can help this apprentice get a seat at the back of your Jise Peak Patriarch's Hall, so that he can be a guest guest who can sit in on the proceedings. In this way, I can take it off later. I have a lot of responsibilities on my shoulders, and I plan to take care of myself in old age, so it becomes more and more justifiable for Zhao Zhu to inherit the position of palace lord."

For such a big matter, just sending a letter from Feijian does not seem sincere enough, just like Qinghu Palace giving orders to Luolu Mountain.

Lu Yong didn't think he had such a big face, so he had to make this trip in person, meet with Master Chen, and discuss the matter carefully. Well, he was somewhat sure.

Chen Lingjun rubbed his chin, thought carefully for a moment, and said with a serious expression: "Zhao Zhao, remember, I met him, he is a good person. If he is just an ordinary guest guest, it is not difficult at all, but it is said that we have a position in the ancestral hall. Yes, this is no small matter. I can’t help the mountain master and agree randomly, but I can guarantee two things. One is that when the mountain master comes back to the mountain, I will go to the mountain master in private to help Zhao. Speak kind words to the child and help him. Furthermore, if the mountain master thinks this matter is feasible and really wants to include it in the Jise Peak discussion process and discuss it in the Patriarch Hall, I will definitely be the first to support it without any hesitation!"

Lu Yong thanked him sincerely and asked in a low voice: "Master Chen is not in the mountain now?"

Chen Lingjun hummed and said, "I'm going down the mountain. My master is always so busy."

The kid in green clothes laughed, "That's why we can be so free."

"You can make no mistakes when you are busy, and you can make mistakes when you are free. It requires real ability."

The old master smiled and said: "The atmosphere in the mountain is so good, Taoist fellow Jingqing deserves a lot of credit."

Chen Lingjun silently memorized this truth, it must be a good word of wisdom, so that he can argue with some stupid girl who only teaches him how to do nothing.

Lu Yong, who planned to live here for a while, met Zheng Dafeng and chatted for a few words. They had a similar atmosphere. One of them praised Lu Yong. He has a fairy spirit, which is rare, and he is more humane and valuable. One said that Mr. Zheng worked hard and had great achievements, but regarded his fame as dirt, and was more devoid of desires than a Taoist. The more they talked, the more they liked each other, so they arranged for a drink. Mr. Lu then signed with Taoist Master Xianwei with a pen, and Chen Lingjun led Mr. The real person went up the mountain to stay in an elegant and quiet house. The relationship between Luolu Mountain and Qinghu Palace was a bit similar to the "worldly relatives" relationship between two villages at the foot of the mountain, which was a bit stronger than ordinary allies.

Before Chen Lingjun came down the mountain, he saw another unfamiliar face.

Zheng Dafeng clicked his tongue and said in surprise, "What a wonderful day it is today, all the guests are here."

I saw a graceful woman on the mountain road, coming slowly. She was like a fairy sister whose feathers were often smoky.

After careful inspection, I found a mole on the tip of her nose. Far from being a pity for a beautiful jade, it actually had a finishing touch of beauty.

Zheng Dafeng hurriedly straightened his clothes, planning to go and meet the unidentified woman in person. The former janitor, wasn't she still the janitor? We are in trouble and don't want to burn bridges.

After meeting the woman, she directly handed over a certificate. Zheng Dafeng took it and was quite surprised after confirming that it was not a forgery.

It was actually a customs clearance document issued directly by the Chinese Confucian Temple.

I heard from the gossip that over the years, the Confucian Temple has only taken out more than a hundred copies?

Generally speaking, the Qi practitioners who receive this honor are mostly local monks in the wilderness, as well as spies who have been placed in the wilderness by Haoran Tianxia and have not returned home for a long time.

The name on the Guan Certificate is Zheng Qingjia, and his Taoist name is Yuanhu. However, his place of origin and sect are not stated.

The female cultivator smiled and said: "I dare not hide it. I actually come from the wild world. In the past, the dojo was located in Jincui City. Now I am a monk who has not yet been included in the genealogy of Baidi City."

Zheng Dafeng suddenly realized it and said that this Taoist name looked familiar. It turned out to be the city lord of Jincui City. Ha, a real immortal city lord?!

Nowadays, the surname is Zheng, which makes sense.

Qingjia said in extremely mellow Dali Mandarin: "This trip to Aquarius Continent is only for two things. One is to follow Mr. Zheng's decree, find Gu Can, and assist him in establishing the sect with all his strength. The other is to come to see a certain person.

A senior from his hometown can trace his origins. This senior can be regarded as the founder of our Jincui City. Jincui City can be what it is today, and Zheng Qingjia can be where it is today. It is all thanks to him. Recognize your ancestors and return to your ancestors. This is the meaning of the title.

, now that Jincuicheng belongs to the vassal sect of Baidi City, and the matter of returning to the clan has been settled, it is even more necessary for me to come here and recognize my ancestors."

Zheng Dafeng knew this clearly.

Xiao Mo did indeed leave six holes of Dao in the wild world, but one time when everyone got together to chat, according to Xiao Mo, it seemed that there was only one line of incense left there, not a climate, there were three or two cats and dogs, and they were there at any time.

It is possible that the incense has been cut off. Logically speaking, the remaining incense that Xiaomo had back then should not belong to Jincui City. Even the Qi practitioners in Haoran Tianxia have heard of such a famous sect like Jincui City in the wilderness.

For example, Zheng Dafeng knew that this sect was famous for having many female cultivators and good robes, so it would be even better if the female cultivators wore beautiful robes. For ten days and a half, they would change one every day.

None of them are the same, although in the end they all arrive at the same destination by different paths, and they all have to take off their clothes... Just thinking about it can make the bachelors laugh.

Zheng Dafeng wiped his mouth and explained with a smile: "Xiaomo is not on the mountain and has gone on a long trip. But he will be back soon. I believe fellow Taoist Qingjia will not wait long."

Qingjia smiled and said, "I haven't had time to ask my Taoist friends for their names yet."

Zheng Dafeng said: "What a coincidence, we are both surnamed Zheng. We were the same family five hundred years ago. My sister is a few years older. Since we are both surnamed Zheng, it is not appropriate to call me Xiao Zheng. Just call me Xiao Feng."

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Zheng Dafeng invited: "I would like to invite Taoist fellow Yuanhu to go to the humble residence for a visit. The place is simple..."

The customs in the wild world are not to be rude, not to mention that Qingjia is still the lord of a city. He has been mediating between Yangzhi and Feifei, who are both the throne demons, for many years. Now he has followed Zheng Juzhong.

Qingjia didn't feel the need for herself and the man in front of her to be arrogant and submissive, so she directly interrupted the sloppy man's greasy words and said with a smile: "I won't disturb Daoyou Zheng's residence. I would like to ask if I can go hiking and take a walk.

, I only had a cursory glance at the scenery on the mountain road, and I have really admired Master Yinguan’s dojo for a long time.”

Zheng Dafeng immediately changed his mind, patted his chest and said, "It's easy to talk about. I can walk down this mountain regardless of its size or distance with my eyes closed. I'll take you up the mountain."

The immortal captain was speechless.

Qingjia probably never imagined that he would meet such a person at the foot of the mountain before he entered the mountain.

The Luo Luo Mountain in her impression was not like this.

After all, the dojo was founded by the young Yin Guan himself, so it should be the kind of mountain top that is heavily guarded and orderly.

Because he didn't know who the man named Zheng was in Luopo Mountain, what his background was, and what his relationship was with Chen Yinguan, Qingjia had no choice but to follow him up the stairs and climb the mountain slowly.

Fortunately, the trip was worthwhile. When Qingjia got her wish and truly set foot on Luolu Mountain, the discomfort caused by the man around her was largely diluted.

After recording his name with the Taoist priest, Qingjia stopped and took a deep breath before formally walking up the mountain and passing the mountain gate archway. He looked up at the plaque and bowed.

If you are not a monk from the wild monster clan, you will never be able to truly understand the complex and heavy thoughts of Qingjia and the others.

Because I have never been a true enemy of the Great Wall of Sword Qi and the Last Yin Official.

Chen Lingjun sent Brother Lu to his residence. On the way back to the foot of the mountain, he saw Zheng Dafeng hooking up with a random girl. He felt sad for a moment. Brother Dafeng, he has been single for many years. It's hard.

Chen Lingjun sneaked over to Xianwei first and asked in a low voice: "Who is it?"

The Taoist priest Xianwei answered from the bottom of his heart: "It's a foreign Taoist friend. His surname is Zheng, his name is Qingjia, and his Taoist name is Yuanhu. He seems to be here to see Gu Can."

After all, unlike Zheng Dafeng, Xianwei couldn't see much inside information from the genealogy. He had never been curious about this visitor's background.

Chen Lingjun nodded, thinking he understood.

I guess this woman is the homeless wild cultivator from Shanze who has no way to seek refuge. She can't find the gate of the temple in Baidi City in Middle-earth even with the pig's head, because she heard about the porcelain relationship between her master and that little slug somewhere.

Because of the relationship, I just want to ask my master to help me soothe my cheeks, say a few good words to Gu Can, and make an introduction?

The boy in green sighed softly, it was not easy either.

We were hiking together, listening to Zheng Dafeng's ramblings, and trying different ways to be attentive and approachable. Chen Lingjun, who was walking behind, clenched his hands into fists and pressed them against his cheeks to suppress his laughter.

Passing by an open house, there was an old man in the courtyard, lying on a wicker chair, closing his eyes and concentrating, breathing long and long, as if he was sleeping lightly, holding a yellowed cattail leaf fan on his abdomen.

As he passed the open courtyard gate, Qingjia happened to catch a glimpse from the corner of his eye. A flower that seemed to have been persuaded by the spring breeze to travel far away from the branch, swayed, and fell on the old man's forehead.

She took a few more glances.

The old man is similar to the one next to him named Zheng. He seems to be a martial artist, and his level is definitely not low.

Qingjia's realm was high enough to see that the old man who was in a trance like a monk was not pretending to be asleep, but was really "sinking his mind and wandering around."

It is rare for a martial artist to be like this, but for Qingjia, it is not that big of a fuss. After all, what she sees and hears are the stories of high-ranking people in the wild world.

The man named Zheng next to me, even if he were twenty years younger, I believe his appearance would not be much better.

But the old man in the hospital, if his age were doubled, and based on his magnanimity, he would be a handsome man?

Zheng Dafeng rubbed his hands, was it accidental or intentional?

The old cook really has a skill. Who will take the bait if Jiang Taigong is left fishing?

You can learn this trick!
To be continued...