My aunt is in her thirties, but she is still as beautiful as a fairy walking out of a mural.

If my aunt had not lived in seclusion for so many years and never showed up, even if she occasionally went to temples and Taoist temples to burn incense, she would not have chosen the first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year when there are many pilgrims. She usually only sang poems and poems with a handful of literati, and at most it was a generational friendship.

A good regular customer should come to the house and talk for a few rounds. Otherwise, if the young man believes that his aunt is an "old girl" at this age, the person seeking marriage will not be able to cross the threshold.

The handsome young man also has different visions from his sister about the trip to Dazhuan Capital. In addition to the grass and tree fair held by Emperor Zhou, the Dazhuan Dynasty will also take the lead in launching the top ten martial arts masters and four beauties. As long as those listed are in Dazhuan Capital,

They can all be received by Emperor Zhou and given a heavy gift. Maybe now there are many young masters newly listed in the capital of Dazhuan. In the Jianghu review held every ten years, which old man will be squeezed out and which one will be eliminated?

New faces can be on the list, and there are huge stakes in Dazhuan Capital.

Although this young man surnamed Sui from the Wuling Kingdom came from a scholarly family, he was destined to follow the path taken by his grandfather, father and elder brother step by step and become a civil servant of the Wuling Kingdom. However, deep down in his heart, the young man still had a sense of loyalty to the knights.

He longed for the martial arts heroes the most, and hid dozens of Jianghu romance novels in his study. They were thoroughly thumbed through and he knew them by heart. The young man admired a martial arts man like Uncle Hu who had made a name for himself. If not for Hu Daxia, he already had a wife and daughter.

, the young man wanted to bring him together with his aunt.

Seeing the look on the old man surnamed Sui, Chen Pingan probably still wanted to go to Dazhuan Capital, so he didn't say anything more.

At the end of the previous review, the rain just stopped.

It's just that the road outside was muddy. Except for Chen Ping'an, everyone in the pavilion was worried, so they didn't rush on their way.

Chen Ping'an had put away the chessboard and chess jars and placed them in the bamboo box. He held a hiking stick in his hand, put on his bamboo hat, and left.

I glanced at the rain curtain before and surrendered. The review was over, and the heavy rain stopped and the sky cleared up.

This is another silent reminder from Chen Pingan. Whether the Mi Li woman can detect the clues is her own business.

The man with the sword is a martial artist from the Five Realms, and he should be regarded as a master of martial arts in the Wuling Kingdom.

As for the Mi Li woman, she seems to be a half-hearted Qi practitioner, with a low level, only at the second or third level.

Chen Ping'an just walked outside the pavilion and frowned.

Is it such a coincidence?

On this mountain road in the wilderness, why is there a golden body martial artist coming on horseback? As an old man with the surname Sui, he should not have such a sworn enemy in the temple or a family in the world.

The Great Seal Script Dynasty covers a vast territory of more than ten countries. Small countries such as Lanfang and Wuling may not have a golden body warrior to take charge of martial arts. Just like Caiyi Kingdom and Shushui Kingdom in the middle of Aquarius Continent, most of them have

The martial arts of a six-level peak martial artist like Senior Song can dominate the world of a country. However, people at the bottom of the mountain see real gods and don't know it, while people on the mountain are more likely to see practitioners. It is precisely because Chen Pingan's cultivation level is high and his eyesight is high.

, you will meet more Taoist people, pure warriors, mountain spirits, and ghosts in the market. Otherwise, just like Chen Pingan, who was still an apprentice in the dragon kiln in his hometown town, the difference between everyone he meets is that he has money, and he has no money.

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However, after traveling far and wide for so many years, apart from places like Hanging Mountain and ferries, ordinary people have seen more, but there are fewer stories.

However, the warrior soon stopped his horse in the distance, as if waiting for someone.

There should be another rider beside him, a practitioner.

Then on the Ancient Tea Horse Road in the other direction of Xingting, there was a chaotic sound of walking. There were about ten people, their footsteps were deep and shallow, and their cultivation levels were naturally high and low.

Chen Ping'an hesitated a little, stretched out his foot and stepped in the mud, then pulled out his boots from the mud, rubbed the soles on the steps, sighed, walked back to the pavilion, and said helplessly: "Why don't you just sit down for a while?

Let the sun shine on the road before talking, otherwise it will be uncomfortable along the way."

The young man was free-spirited, optimistic and cheerful, and it was his first time to travel around the world. He spoke freely and said with a smile: "Witty!"

Chen Pingan smiled.

Hu Xinfeng was a little helpless. He had to turn around and tell him that this kid should not be so unrestrained in the world.

Unexpectedly, the Mi Li woman had already started to teach him a lesson, "As a scholar, you must not be so rude. Please apologize to Mr. Chen!"

The young man quickly looked at his grandfather, and the old man smiled and said: "Is it difficult for a scholar to apologize to others? Is the sage's principles in the book more valuable, or is your kid's face more valuable?"

The young man had a big heart. He smiled brightly and bowed to the guest in the bamboo hat and blue shirt and apologized. The man who traveled far away to study did not say anything. He just stood there with a smile and said no polite words that did not require apology.

The girl covered her mouth and smiled sweetly. It was a happy thing to see her naughty brother being defeated.

The old man surnamed Sui smiled and said: "Sir, let's continue on our way."

Chen Ping'an smiled and nodded, "See you again if we are destined."

But when they wanted to go out of the pavilion to lead their horses, they saw a group of people from all walks of life swarming over there, striding forward with mud splashing everywhere.

Hu Xinfeng stood with his sword in hand and did not mount his horse. At the same time, he quietly made a gesture to the four people around him not to hurry up and mount his horse, so as not to appear condescending and looking at others.

Half of the group of charlatans passed the pavilion and continued to move forward. Suddenly, a burly man with a wide open collar stopped and shouted: "Brothers, let's take a rest."

The Mi Li woman frowned.

Hu Xinfeng said softly: "Just make way for them and try not to cause trouble."

The old man surnamed Sui nodded, and the boys and girls tried to get as close as possible to the old man.

The guest in a blue shirt with a bamboo hat seemed to be the same, he didn't dare to stay in the pavilion anymore, so he walked sideways at the other end of the steps, having exactly the same idea as them, and gave up the pavilion to this group of people who looked like they were not good men and women.

But even though the young man carrying the stinky chess basket was careful enough, four or five people were still deliberately caught by the man who walked into the pavilion at the same time. One of them deliberately swayed and rubbed his shoulder.

The young man in green shirt staggered back and apologized. The young man rubbed his shoulders and said angrily: "It's such a wide road, let alone walking on two legs. Even if you have twenty, it's enough for us all."

It’s time to go your own way, you don’t have eyes, so you insist on bumping into me? Or are you saying that I’m easy to bully, you think there is a woman here, and you want to show off your heroic spirit?”

Behind the young man who was on a study tour, the bookbox, chess pot and chessboard collided with each other, making a clanging sound. The young man's face was pale, but he was still apologizing and moved again to make way for the door of the pavilion.

The young man with a sinewy face also moved forward, stretched out his hand and pushed the scholar in green shirt on the shoulder, causing the latter to fall down in the mud outside the steps of the pavilion.

The young scholar looked frightened and glanced at the group of people gathered on the steps of the pavilion, but the old man surnamed Sui sighed and turned a blind eye. The faces of the young and girls were even more pale and colorless. Hu Xinfeng just frowned, except for the Mi Li woman.

, He hesitated to speak, but the old man surnamed Sui looked at him and told him not to get too involved. After all, Hu Xinfeng had worked hard these years and finally managed to get attached to an official family and start a wealthy business. If

It will be very difficult to get involved in a murder case for no reason. From the accent of this group of arrogant people, they are not from Wuling. Originally, Hu Xinfeng's reputation in the black and white circles of his country may not be useful.

Hu Xinfeng was actually in a heavy mood, far from as calm as his face.

Because among this group of people, it seems that all the noise is from the bottom of the world, but in fact it is not. It is just a way to fool ordinary young people in the world. If you mess with it, you will lose a layer of skin. I will only talk about one of them.

The old man with a scarred face may not know Hu Xinfeng, but Hu Xinfeng still remembers him clearly. He was an evil master who committed several major crimes in Jinfei Kingdom. His name was Yang Yuan, nicknamed Hunjiang Jiao. He practiced martial arts to perfection and his boxing skills were superb.

He was extremely fierce and was one of the top villains in the Golden Fei Kingdom. He has been on the run for more than ten years. It is said that he is hiding in the border area between Qingci Kingdom and Lanfang Kingdom.

, created an evil sect with a large number of people. Lin Shu, the leader of the Zhengrong Sect among the four righteous masters of Jinfei Kingdom, had led a dozen righteous people to surround and kill this man in his early years, but he still escaped with injuries.

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If it were the old demon Yang Yuan, even if the opponent was seriously injured and suffered from sequelae, he has aged, his energy and blood have aged, and his martial arts have not advanced but retreated, he may not be Hu Xinfeng's opponent now, but the opponent is still more powerful after all. But

If the other party has been recuperating and improving in martial arts over the years, Hu Xinfeng will be even more numb. This ancient tea horse road is usually rarely visited, and Hu Xinfeng feels that his escort trip is the icing on the cake because he has to risk his life for the Sui family.

This is a timely help for the field.

Hu Xinfeng was originally worried that Brother Sui would get involved in the matter due to his anger at the book business, but now it seems that he was overly worried. Even if he didn't reveal that Yang Yuan was a powerful person, Brother Sui still had no intention of taking advantage of the situation.

Sure enough, it was Yang Yuan, the Hunjiang Jiao!

The capable old man looked at Hu Xinfeng. Hu Xinfeng hesitated for a moment, then clasped his fists and said: "Hu Xinfeng, the leader of Wuling Kingdom's Huadu Gang, has met all of my friends in the world."

Yang Yuan thought for a while and said with a hoarse smile: "I've never heard of it."

The rest of the crowd burst into laughter.

Yang Yuan glanced at the power woman, a pair of originally turbid eyes bloomed, and fleetingly, he turned to look at the other side, and said to the young and muscular man with a sinewy face: "It's rare for us to travel in the world.

Don't always fight and kill each other. If you bump into someone accidentally, the other party will pay for it."

The young man was stunned for a moment. Next to Yang Yuan stood a young man with a sword on his back, holding a folding fan, and said with a smile: "Just pay fifty or sixty taels, don't open your mouth and embarrass a down-and-out scholar."

The young scholar who was sitting on the ground and did not dare to get up looked panicked and said: "Where can I have so much silver? There is only a pair of chessboards and chess jars in the bamboo box, which is worth more than ten taels of silver."

The young swordsman waved the folding fan and said, "This is a bit difficult to handle."

The handsome young man wanted to speak, but the old man surnamed Sui grabbed the young man's arm and glared hard.

The young man was frightened by the strange look in his grandfather's eyes and remained silent.

The old man surnamed Sui quickly glanced at the poor scholar. Fortunately, he had no intention of asking for help or borrowing money. Otherwise, he would have to curse a few words and quickly clear up the relationship. That would be a bit degrading.

These juniors have damaged the kind and kind image they had in the past.

The old demon Yang Yuan, who had returned to the world for some reason, waved his hand, his voice still as hoarse as a sharp knife, and said with a smile: "Forget it, it's enough to scare you. Let the scholars get out of here. This guy can be said to be spirited and has a bit of character.

The meaning is much better than that of some scholars who sit back and watch. Don't speak up and speak up, just for fear of getting angry. That is to say, I don't have a knife in my hand and there are many outsiders. Otherwise, I will probably have to kill the young scholar with a knife before I can be clean."

The man with a sinister face was a little disappointed, and he was about to kick him. The young scholar got up, bypassed the crowd, and ran out on the path, splashing mud everywhere.

The old man named Sui looked calm.

The handsome young man's face turned red, and he was so ashamed after hearing what the old guy meant.

The Mi Li woman saw the young man in green shirt at the end of the path, stopped, turned his head and looked around, then showed a playful smile that she didn't know if it was her delusion, and the man strode away.

At the entrance of the pavilion, Yang Yuan pointed to the young man shaking the fan beside him, and looked at the Mi Li woman, "This is my beloved disciple, who has not yet married a wife. Although you are hiding your face with Mi Li, you are still a woman."

Bun, it doesn't matter. My disciple doesn't care about this. Why don't we choose a day rather than a chance and our two families will become in-laws? Don't worry, this old gentleman. Although we are from the world, our family is not ordinary. The betrothal gift will only be more than

The descendants of the generals and ministers of a country are even more generous in marrying wives. If you don't believe it, you can ask your sword guard. With such good skills, he should recognize my identity."

The old man named Sui's face was ashen.

Hu Xinfeng looked embarrassed. After preparing a draft, he said to the old man: "Brother Sui, this senior Yang Yuanyang, nicknamed Hunjiang Jiao, was a martial arts master on the Jinfei National Road in the early years."

The young man trembled in fear and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito or fly: "Hasn't the Hunjiang Jiao Yang Yuan been killed by Lin Shu, the master of the Zhengrong Sect, Lin Daxia?"

No matter how subtle the young man's voice is, he thinks that others can't hear it, but in the ears of masters such as Hu Xinfeng and Yang Yuan, the "heavy words" are clearly audible.
To be continued...