Gu Tao stretched out his hand to cover his abdomen. His golden body was injured and his Taoism was damaged, which made the Yin God extremely painful. "You should know my general roots, so this matter is not over yet!"

The Water God looked indifferent, "Our greatest supporter, Dali, is the laws established by the Imperial Master with the help of His Majesty the Emperor."

Along the beautiful Xiuhua River, we arrived at the still noisy Hongzhu Town.

Once in a bookstore here, Chen Ping'an bought Li Huai a copy of "The Great Cliff Breaks the Water".

Pei Qian and Shi Rou stayed at the inn where Chen Pingan stayed before.

After entering the room, Pei Qian, who was about to tell his master about the interesting things about Hongzhu Town, glanced at Chen Pingan and immediately stopped talking.

Zhu Lian closed the door and stood near the window. Chen Pingan became silent.

Chen Ping'an's first sentence was straight to the point, "I don't plan to return to Longquan County yet. Zhu Lian, you protect Pei Qian Shirou to Luo Mountain. There is a Xianjia Ferry in Huangting State. I will try it there to see if it works."

If you can't take the ferry to Shujian Lake, you can walk to Shujian Lake. When you get to Longquan County, if you want to leave again,

It will only be harder.”

Zhu Lian thought for a while and said slowly: "I know the art of disguise, so why not let me pretend to be the young master, and the young master can pretend to be someone at will, and then find a suitable opportunity, and the young master will leave Hongzhu first."

Town, let’s stay here for a few more days. This is a little safer, and it may not be able to hide the truth, so let’s just think of it as better than nothing.”

Shi Rou was confused.

Pei Qian was even more confused.

Zhu Lian said softly: "Master, you said it yourself, don't rush everything, take your time."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Don't worry, I know it."

Zhu Lian nodded, "Young Master should be careful, otherwise Cui Dongshan will definitely lose in this fight in Longquan County."

From the moment the Xiuhua River Water God showed up first, and Uncle Gu came later, Chen Pingan noticed a familiar aura.

So Chen Pingan chose to remain silent at that time, waiting for Uncle Gu to speak, instead of blurting out Uncle Gu.

as expected.

There was something in Uncle Gu's words, and he revealed the identity of Gu Can's father "for the first time".

Chen Pingan acted in that scene with Uncle Gu.

What kind of person reminded Chen Ping'an to quickly return to Longquan County to buy Shantou.

What kind of two girls have nothing to worry about in Shujian Lake?

As long as Chen Pingan listens to everyone, everything will be fine.

In addition, the two of them have a good understanding of each other, and each of them never speaks another word or makes an eye contact.

Because the embroidered river god must be spying in secret.

Next, Zhu Lian began to help work out the details. For example, tonight he went to drink the unique boat girl wine in Hongzhu Town. There were many people there, which was the best place for people to spy on him. Chen Ping'an took off the piece of clothing that he had to wear to the slips.

Hu's robe was made of gold and Li, and he changed into a green shirt so that Zhu Lian could pretend to be Chen Ping'an and go to Luolu Mountain. Without the gold, it would be too abrupt.

Zhu Lian and Chen Ping'an checked each other's mistakes and filled in the gaps.

Pei Qian sat aside obediently and would not make any jokes at this time.

Shi Rou protected the window position.

She would no longer think that Zhu Lian's suggestion to drink the flower wine was just for personal gain.

That night, Chen Ping'an and Zhu Lian left the inn and had a drink of wine. Chen Ping'an sat upright and Zhu Lian was like a fish in water. They chatted with the boatman's daughter so much that the young woman felt like she was born to you before I was born.

The next day, Chen Ping'an took Pei Qian to visit Hongzhu Town, buying various items, as if he was close to his hometown and winter was about to come, so he could start preparing for the New Year.

A middle-aged man with an average appearance left Hongzhu Town quietly.

Instead of taking a ferry to go down the Xiuhua River, I took a busy official road to the border, near the pass. Instead of passing the customs clearance document and entering the Huangting Kingdom, I was like the Shanze Yexiu who didn't like to be restrained.

He easily crossed the mountains and ridges, and then traveled day and night.

After a long journey, we arrived at a fairy ferry in Huang Tingguo. The middle-aged man did not ask the deacon at the ferry. He just chatted and learned that there was no ferry directly to Shujian Lake. The route had long been stagnant, so he chose one to go there.

The ferry is called Gusu Mountain. It is said that if you change the ferry at Gusu Mountain, you can go to a vassal state of the Zhuying Dynasty. After that, you can only walk to Shujian Lake.

The man paid a fortune to get a private room on the ferry and lived in seclusion.

When they arrived at Mount Gusu, the man heard another bad news. Now even the ferries to the vassal country of the Zhu Ying Dynasty had stopped.

The man stayed in Gusu Mountain for a day, walking around, and finally spent a lot of money. With the fairy money that was far higher than the market price, he paid half of the price first and directly hired a private ship that was not willing to stick to the rules.

With a flattering face but a look full of fools, the man boarded the ferry and was the only guest.

Jackals are watching.

I don't know if the man is not experienced enough in the world and didn't realize it, or if he is an expert and is brave, he deliberately turned a blind eye.

When a ferry informed a guest that it needed to dock for supplies, the man finally left the cabin, changed into a white robe, carried a long sword on his back, a hairpin on his head, and a wine flask on his waist.

He went directly to the ship owner who was in the sea-viewing realm, slapped the vermilion wine bottle in the eyes of an ordinary monk, snatched out the sword gourd with a flying sword, and said: "It's easy to make money from gods, but it will be gone if you lose your life."

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The old monk, the ship owner, who had long been interested in murdering people and selling goods, also came from a wild background. Since the guests saw through it, he didn't bother to hide anything. He glanced at the wine gourd and said with a smile: "The guests probably don't know the prices of our business. One

Raising a sword gourd is more valuable than my life and this boat, what do you think..."

Before the old monk could finish his words, the flying sword flashed away.

After all, the old monk was a wild cultivator who had climbed to the sea-viewing realm. He was no stranger to the sword cultivator, one of the four most difficult ghosts on the mountain. He happened to have a spiritual weapon at the bottom of the box, which could provide some checks and balances.

It was just that the old monk managed to avoid the flying sword by relying on his natal weapon, but another flying sword from the sword gourd was nailed between his eyebrows.

It won't kill you, but if you make a slight movement and the tip of the sword penetrates a little further, your life will be gone.

When an old monk in Guanhai Realm was shocked that a sword cultivator actually had two natal flying swords.

The punch has arrived.

The old monk was beaten until all the spiritual energy in his Qi Palace evaporated like boiling water.

Another punch.

The old monk, who was able to feed back his spiritual energy and temper his body, had a tough body roughly equivalent to that of a four-level martial artist, but he was still punched so hard that he vomited bile and fell to the ground.

The two flying swords even drove into the old monk's two natal auras, shattering them into pieces, causing the captain of the sea-viewing realm to fall back to the cave realm on the spot, wailing endlessly.

The man looked around, picked a chair, sat down, and said to the others: "Continue on your way."

The old monk then sat in a small corner of the relatively spacious room, with two flying swords slowly flying around.

And that guest actually kept sitting there reading books.

The old monk plucked up the courage and asked if he could heal his injuries on the spot, lest he could not even save the cave realm.

The man nodded without any objection.

After that, the man read a book, occasionally took a nap, occasionally stood up, walked slowly, and punched slowly.

After the ferry arrived at the largest vassal state on the border of the Zhu Ying Dynasty, the man gave the remaining half of the fairy money before disembarking.

After asking the old monk with a sluggish expression about the general direction of Shujian Lake, the man took off his long sword from behind and threw the sword and sheath into the air.
Chapter completed!