If I see you, I probably won’t be able to recognize you.”

Chen Pingan scratched his head and sighed, "Even if we reach an agreement on buying the mountain, I still have a lot of debt over Shujian Lake."

Wei Bo smiled and said: "After all, it's just the word money that worries me. It's better than the initial ups and downs of my mood. I was wrong in everything. It's too much, right?"

Chen Ping'an smiled, nodded and said, "That's right."

Wei Bo suddenly said: "I don't have any money to lend you, I'm just an empty frame of the Beiyue gods, but if you can use this to defraud the gods to get money, just take it and make money, it's up to you."

Chen Ping'an rubbed his hands gently and said with a smile: "This is so embarrassing."

Wei Bo was stunned for a moment. His tone was not like that of Chen Ping'an back then. It seemed that if he was not careful, this guy would get off the mountain and try to make money by using the tiger-skin banner of Beiyue Zhengshen?

Wei Bo quickly patted Chen Ping'an on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Forget it if I'm sorry. I don't have the nerve to make you embarrassed. As friends, we should be considerate of each other..."

Shi Rou followed the two of them from a distance. To be honest, she was really shocked when she saw Chen Pingan for the first time at the gate of Luolu Mountain.

We haven’t seen each other for a few years, and things have changed a lot.

Could it be that Sui Youyou, Lu Baixiang, Wei Xian and Zhu Lian were all gone one after another, so he could only attack the lake of slips single-handedly, and then left countless slip lakes for Ye Xiu to reveal his true form and live in a miserable state? Can he survive?

Are you satisfied to leave the right and wrong place known as Aquarius Continent? Shi Rou will not underestimate Chen Pingan because of this. After all, the lawlessness of Shujian Lake has been controlled by Zhu Lian and the mountain god Wei Bo in recent years.

Chatting, she knew some of the inside story, and understood that Chen Ping'an, even with Zhu Lian by his side, was destined to be unable to fight his way out of Shujian Lake with his fists. After all, one Jiejiang Zhenjun Liu Zhimao was enough for all outsiders.

It’s a pot, not to mention that Liu Laocheng will return to Shujian Lake later. He is the only wild cultivator in Aquarius Continent who has reached the fifth realm.

Chen Ping'an said: "Tell Pei Qian and the others, don't let them wait in Hongzhu Town."

Wei Bo smiled knowingly, nodded, whistled, and then said: "Go back quickly, Chen Ping'an is already at Luolu Mountain."

It's like a leaf of duckweed whirling in the rushing water and disappearing in a flash.

Then, near the raised eaves of a roof in Hongzhu Town, Wei Bo's familiar voice sounded beside the three little guys Pei Qian.

Pei Qian, who was holding his cheek, widened his eyes, "Really?"

The boy in Tsing Yi, who was lying on the roof basking in the sun, rubbed his chin, "I think Wei Bo is bluffing. He's just trying to tease us after he's full."

The girl in pink skirt sitting next to Pei Qian said softly: "Mr. Wei shouldn't lie to people about this kind of thing, right?"

Pei Qian stood up suddenly, clenched his fists with both hands, and bumped lightly, "My master is really mysterious. He caught the three of us by surprise without saying a word. Do you think he is powerful or not?"

The girl in pink skirt covered her mouth and smiled.

The boy in Tsing Yi said angrily: "What a heck, we have been waiting here for so many days in vain, and when I don't see him, he asks for a red envelope as soon as we meet him. If there is one less person, I will be anxious with Chen Ping'an."

Pei Qian turned to look at the boy in green, holding the hilt of the sword on his waist with one small hand at the same time, and said seriously: "Friends are friends, but the world is big and the master is the biggest. If you continue to be so unruly, one day will come."

If you even think about taking advantage of my master, I will kill you."

He spoke very old-fashionedly, which was Pei Qian's usual style.

Probably because of his young age, he likes to talk big and weird things, so it's hard for people to tell which of Pei Qian's words are true and which are careless words that can be ignored.

The boy in green rolled his eyes and said, "Just rely on your three-legged cat kung fu?"

Pei Qian shook his head, "I'm familiar with the old cook. I asked him to beat you to death, and I'll take your head again. You're right."

The girl in the pink skirt was a little nervous, fearing that the two guys would fight if they disagreed.

Although they often quarreled and quarreled, they never really did it. The two of them often liked "literary fights", talking about some magical magical skills that could move mountains and seas, and compete with each other.

The boy in green weighed the weight of Yuanyoujing Wufu and the relationship between the old cook and Pei Qian. Then there was the snobbish Wei Bo, who seemed to be very impressed by Pei Qian. He was extremely sad in his heart and jumped up immediately, with a look on his face.

Flattery said: "Nvxia Pei, why can't you take a joke? Chen Ping'an is your master and also my master. The whole family is harmonious and makes money. What's the point of talking about a dog's head but not a dog's head? Besides, I'm not a dog; I'm

A big dragon that has been patted on the shoulder by the three Taoist masters several times. In our Lizhu Dongtian and Longquan County, who dares? With my heroic spirit, you should respect me more and don’t say this again in the future.

It’s childish and not good to say something in anger that hurts the kindness.”

Pei Qian said seriously: "I'm not joking with you, we people in the world are just like nails!"

The boy in green said with a playful smile: "I know, I know."

The girl in pink skirt breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the two of them didn't fall out, otherwise she really wouldn't know how to be a peacemaker.

The three of them skimmed over the roofs of Hongzhu Town, and soon left the town and entered the mountains. A big black snake entangled in a deserted place swam out, and crushed a deep mark on its belly. The momentum was astonishing. Pei Qian was the first to jump.

On the head of the black snake of Luo Lo Mountain, he sat cross-legged and folded his bamboo sword on his knees.

A girl in a pink skirt sits in the middle of the black snake's back.

The boy in green stood on the tail of the black snake, swaying, but when he looked at the slender back of the black snake, his heart felt a little hazy. At that moment before, he felt the natural oppression of the black snake again.

This uncomfortable feeling made him very uncomfortable.

The first time they noticed something strange about Pei Qian was in the mountains. They chased and intercepted the scurrying local dog that had turned into a spirit. Pei Qian was covered in grass and tree debris, and his face had a few scratches from tree branches.

A small blood groove finally blocked the way of the "wild dog". She was completely unaware of the painless injuries on her body. She only saw the desperate wild dog with bright eyes and thumbs.

Holding down the handle of the knife, she slowly pushed the knife out of its sheath. She bent over her waist and stared at the wild dog. The moment the bamboo knife was taken out of its sheath, her eyes became hotter.

From that moment on, the boy in Tsing Yi no longer regarded Pei Qian as a little girl who was inexperienced in the world.

He was even a little puzzled. Why did Chen Ping'an, a very upright gentleman, find such a little freak as his disciple? Or was he the founding disciple?

Black Snake, who was born in Qidun Mountain, is extremely familiar with the mountain road back home.

Pei Qian, the boy in blue and the girl in pink skirt each have their own thoughts.

Pei Qian gently tapped the black snake's head with the bottom of the scabbard, frowned and said: "Don't be lazy, hurry up, or one day I will learn the crazy swordsmanship, and I will use you to practice."

"Sit down" Black Snake had no choice but to speed up.

Over there at Luolu Mountain.

Chen Pingan returned to the Bamboo House with mixed feelings.

Along the way, Wei Bo and Chen Ping'an had finished what they were supposed to talk about, so they returned to Piyun Mountain first with the magical power of the mountain and water gods who shrunk the ground into an inch.

Shi Rou looked at Chen Pingan's back as he climbed up to the second floor. He hesitated, moved a bamboo chair, and sat under the eaves. She was curious about the relationship between Chen Pingan and the old man named Cui.

The old man didn't look like a pure martial artist, but more like an old Confucian scholar who had retired to the mountains and forests. Wei Bo and Zhu Lian seemed to have a tacit understanding, and neither said anything in front of her, pretending that the old man didn't exist.

The old man wanted to cultivate Pei Qian at first, but he just pinched his bones lightly, and Pei Qian rolled on the ground, his face covered with snot and tears, and he looked at the old man pitifully. The old man looked like himself at that time.

With an awkward expression on his face as he took the initiative to step on dog shit, Pei Qian took advantage of the old man's daze and crept away. After that, he didn't get close to the bamboo house for several days and wandered around the mountains. Later, he simply left the mountains to the west.

, went to the pastry shop in Qilong Lane and worked as a shopkeeper. Anyway, he just didn’t want to see the old man. After that, the old man surnamed Cui gave up on Pei Qian. He occasionally stood on the second floor and looked at the scenery, squinting.

When I caught a glimpse of Pei Qian, I saw a young phoenix and a young Luan staying in the chicken coop all day long. The little guy was very happy, which made the old man wearing a Confucian shirt feel helpless.

Chen Pingan knocked on the door and entered.

The old man surnamed Cui sat cross-legged, opened his eyes, and looked at Chen Pingan.

Chen Ping'an sat opposite the old man, carrying the sword fairy on his back and a sword-raising gourd hanging around his waist.

The old man felt that the sword was a bit annoying, but as for the sword-raising gourd, it was slightly better. It was nothing to drink some wine, the charlatan. "Only by relying on these external objects, were you able to leave that filthy place alive?"

"

Chen Ping'an said: "I can't say 'just', but without this sword, I really couldn't survive. On Qingxia Island in Shujian Lake, I was almost beaten to death by a wild cultivator of the Upper Five Realms."

The old man sneered and said, "If someone really wants to kill you, it doesn't matter whether they have this sword or not."

Chen Pingan said: "Between whether you can kill or not, without this sword, the possibility of being killed will be very high."

The old man frowned displeased.

Chen Pingan said slowly: "On the road to martial arts, of course, one must pursue purity, but if you deliberately put yourself in danger of life and death time and time again for the sake of perfect 'purity', I don't think it's good.

Even if it happens two or three more times, one day you will encounter a hurdle that you can't get over. When the time comes, you will die. I think the purity of boxing training must first be better than those who practice Taoism on the mountain.

To be more pure, first make your mind untainted. When you punch, there are many foreign objects mixed with you, and then you have the opportunity to peel them off afterwards. This is the pure foundation of martial arts. Otherwise, the road to martial arts will be long and difficult.

, and there is a dead end waiting ahead. If you still like to tell yourself that if you die, you will die, how can you go far?"

The old man put his fists on his knees, leaned forward slightly, and sneered: "Why, you have been wandering around for a few years, and you feel that you are powerful enough to talk nonsense to me?"

When the old man only moved forward a few steps, inside the second-floor house of the bamboo house, fists filled with energy like a flood surged towards Chen Ping'an.

Even Shi Rou, who was outside the bamboo building, sensed the alarming momentum of the flood that was about to burst its banks.

Chen Ping'an sat where he was, motionless, his body and mind were like this, both physically and mentally.

It's like there's a strong wind blowing indoors.

Chen Ping'an kept sliding backwards, but still kept his waist straight. Even if his back was against the wall, he still did not change his sitting posture at all.

The old man sighed, with a look of pity in his eyes, "Chen Ping'an, after walking to Shujian Lake, are you already so afraid of death? Aren't you curious why you haven't been able to successfully break through the bottleneck of the five realms? Do you really think that

Is it because of your own suppression? Or do you dare not delve into it yourself?"

Chen Ping'an remained silent.

The old man looked at the haggard young man with his back against the wall and said, "You are just afraid of death. You don't dare to admit it. Of course, you have all your reasons for being afraid of death. I won't laugh at you for it. But, there are things in the world.

This is what is worth pondering. Whether you are practicing martial arts or practicing Taoism, it doesn’t matter whether your thoughts are reasonable or not, so your reason is right. But unfortunately, you cannot convince yourself with a reason that is right for you.

Your own intention. Now you want to practice swordsmanship, and this obsession is getting deeper and deeper. I guess that in the past few years in Shujian Lake, you have often had thoughts, which rise and fall inadvertently, and you are unaware of it.
To be continued...