It's colder in the mountains, so it's reasonable to wear thicker clothes. Chen Ping'an replaced the old man's face with that of a young man, and used Zhu Lian's ape fist to symbolize his body. He slumped, bent slightly, and became taller.

He was a little shorter, so he took off the two cross-body bags on his body and buried them in the ground. As for the sword fairy behind his back, he took them off together with the sword gourd and put them into square objects.

At this moment, besides hating Jianshan's imitation swords and having to buy two in the future, Chen Ping'an also wanted to buy one more square inch item.

Next, Chen Ping'an planned to follow the river at the foot of the mountain and circle back to the front mountain, and then look for an opportunity to visit the white jade arch bridge at the foot of the mountain without having to rush.

A beautiful tree emerges from the forest, and a beautiful tree returns to the forest.

There are two truths.

Since Chen Pingan was able to tell Gu Can this truth in Shujian Lake, Chen Pingan himself will naturally become more comfortable with it.

Choosing to travel with Taoist Sun, or whatever he does next, is all based on this principle.

Cui Dongshan once said some very chewy words.

The truths at both ends of the line have been smoothed out and understood, as if the two sides have finally settled in the middle after a fight. That is a little bit of "real knowledge".

Otherwise, the truth is not truth. Once it is taken outside the human world, it will be all bullshit. Alas.

During the Sui Dynasty when the two of them traveled together, Cui Dongshan actually said a lot of such unintentional jokes. But maybe Cui Dongshan was too cynical and careless when he spoke, and Chen Pingan didn't really listen.

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I thought about it afterwards.

It turned out that the student was teaching the teacher principles.

A tall old man walked slowly along the border of the small world.

The misty figure was shattered by the sword energy again and again, and reunited again and again, none of them were tired, and the other was indifferent.

Of course the old man knew what was so wonderful about his situation.

Every human heart that maybe even those little guys themselves can't grasp, at the critical moment of death and the great opportunity to obtain the inheritance of the immortal, there are great disasters and great blessings, and the two are dependent on each other, then everyone's words and deeds,

All kinds of accidents and possibilities will be extended, alliances and alliances, calculations against each other, indistinguishability between friends and foes, tolerance and dormancy, rising up to kill, running away with one's head in hand, compassion, heroic temperament...

Just who to find first, who to kill first, and how to kill are all delicious dishes to accompany the wine.

If there weren't too many remaining rules in this small world, one of which was more like an insurmountable thunder pool, maybe he would have refined the entire landscape long ago, instead of approaching that green mountain and green water again and again, always with his hands tied, once he was

Since he is really in charge of the small world, he probably should have cultivated the Tao Fruit of a round sky.

However, after so many years of ups and downs and wandering around, he could only choose some low-level ants to feed himself, which was not entirely a bad thing. He used other people's thoughts to sharpen his Taoist heart, and after time and again, he benefited a lot. For the word "seeking truth", he became more and more

I'm getting more and more insightful.

After this feast, I had to move again to avoid any clues being discovered by the neighboring sects in Beiju Luzhou.

You can’t go to the Divine Continent of Middle-earth because there are too many experts. The northernmost Aai Ai Continent is a good choice.

As for the Aquarius Continent in the south, I heard the monks chatting on the mountain outside. Unless they took a detour, they would have to pass through the Beiyue realm. Once the Beiyue righteous god reached the Yupu realm, he would be equivalent to an Immortal realm monk.

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It will be more troublesome.

Especially since the other party was a mountain god, it was even more difficult for him to completely hide his traces.

You can't just make a small sacrifice to the Song family of Dali. If you know the news earlier, the new Five Mountain God of Aquarius Continent has not been determined yet, so it would be a good choice to go and get the god of the mountain.

The old man was probably really tired of the entanglement of the sword energy, so he retreated into the white mist and sat cross-legged, with origami cranes circling around him.

Entering the entrance of this ruins, the cave with four murals of the heavenly kings and gods is actually a relic from a broken mountain elsewhere. He refined the mountain and stacked it together. In fact, he refined more than just one famous mountain.

So the next time an opportunity appears elsewhere, it will be a different situation. Once a suitable ant monk enters the mountain and accidentally breaks through it, he will deliberately set up a low-level restriction so that the earthly immortal monks will not be very interested, at most.

Sun Qing of the Caique Mansion, Bai Bi of the Water Dragon Sect, or Huan Yun were just protecting people's ways. It's not that the old man couldn't eat one or two Nascent Souls rolling in his belly, but he was really careful to sail the ten-thousand-year boat.

Therefore, the poems and writings on the walls are all written by the old man.

Used against self-righteous smart people.

Later, the fifty or so people were too stupid and far inferior to the first three groups of monks, so he simply removed all the restrictions and used a small trick. As a result, some people competed for the first place, so everyone competed for the first place.

People's hearts never surprise him.

The first group of people entered the Xianjia Cave. When they looked up, they saw the cranes circling, which was also a small trick.

People who practice Taoism in the world all like to be suspicious. If they don't try some tricks, they will either be too stupid to take the bait, or they will be too afraid of death to dare to bite the bait.

It's funny to say.

If the people who enter the mountain are all upright and do not kill anyone, but everyone takes their own treasures, he really has no choice. The most he can do is close the door and let the monks die here one by one.

The two corpses playing chess in the pavilion were like this in the early years.

It’s not that killing the person won’t succeed, it’s that the gain outweighs the loss.

Once the true form is revealed, the remaining sword energy will not be polite, and can even follow the traces and kill directly into the vast white mist.

The old man suffered two great hardships during his long years of dormancy, which lasted for thousands of years.

What's more, relying on one's realm to kill people with force is like a child destroying an ant's nest with wood. The old man did a lot more in his hometown in a foreign land at first, and finally bumped into the man worshiped by the Taoist temple, so he ended up like this.

The many palaces and pavilions on the mountain, the treasures of heaven and earth, and the secrets of the immortal family are no longer of much significance to the old man. More importantly, he is prepared to wait until his own realm in the future, and he can protect himself in any continent in the vast world before he can start.

When the time comes for the Zongli Sect, all the treasures and opportunities will be the foundation of their sect. The old man really doesn't like those whose appearance is too bad. After being broken into pieces, it is okay for them to return to heaven and earth and turn into spiritual energy.

This place is full of spiritual energy, especially the strong water transport, which is not the usual atmosphere from the beginning.

The people the old man is really paying attention to at the moment are not the three golden elixir immortals, but the other three.

One is that he has too much luck, so he has bad luck.

Inexplicably, I got the chance to meet the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain, a broken wooden statue, green glazed tiles made by the immortal family, and blue bricks on the ground that were transported by water.

There are two other people. One of them is the one who had the unprecedented idea of ​​accepting a disciple. He is indeed related to the path on the mountain. If he really becomes a master and disciple, the disciple's realm will advance by leaps and bounds. In the future, he will work hard outside and cooperate with the master internally and externally.

It will make him more worry-free and labor-saving. He can eat whatever he wants even if he has no Yuanying. The master has achieved enlightenment and the disciples have taken the golden elixir, Yuanying and the treasures. Everyone is very happy and they have climbed to the top of the vast world together. Maybe one day, they can return home in glory and let those gangs

The old man with eyes higher than his head was shocked.

One is the most interesting one, so it becomes the one that must die.

And most of the time he doesn't need to do anything.

By then, only five people have been killed. If we kill a few more, it will be a matter of course.

In fact, if those people could cooperate sincerely, abandon their prejudices, and choose to break the situation together, plus that wisp of sword energy existed, he would be in a lot of trouble.

I can only start traveling far away with a "full stomach", and slowly wait for those guys to gradually die of old age in this cave in the belly, and their Taoism will turn into spiritual energy and return to the small world.

Is it just possible?

Absolutely impossible.

Even if the other party is so in love with each other, there will eventually be a Nascent Soul who is expected to reach the Jade Pu Realm.

When that moment comes, all he can do is pay some price and kill him personally.

Heaven and earth are bordering each other, and a great disaster is imminent.

Didn't he ask those three paper gods to make random jokes?

If anyone can get the approval of that sword energy, that will be the biggest trouble.

Big trouble.

Fortunately, at present, there is no such person who is destined to do so.

Since I have nothing to do for the time being.

The old man opened a book with pages as thin as cicada's wings. The content was written in tiny, almost invisible calligraphy, and was also mixed with pages of portraits of monks.

Apart from that, it is a chapter novel.

Each chapter is about a monk's experience, life and death here. Everything is described in detail. Everyone's words and deeds here are accurately recorded word for word. However, the length of each story is long.

There are short ones.

It seems that everyone is the protagonist, but everyone will die.

This is the most important way for the old man to practice besides secretly refining famous mountains and rivers for countless years.

The white fog is vast, and every detail in the mountains and rivers is visible.

This is the true superior way of seeing mountains and rivers.

Today's saints who sit in the small world are not the methods that the three religions and hundreds of schools of thought figured out in the early years. They are also learned.

What the tall old man wanted to visit most was not the saints of the three religions, but the blessed land where novelists and monks among hundreds of schools of thought were seated.

We can definitely benefit each other, and it's like discussing and polishing each other.

Scholars in this world are very particular about what they say.

The tall old man raised his head and looked towards the Taoist temple on the top of the green mountain, feeling a lot of emotion.

I think back to those days when he followed that man to practice Taoism. There were few people in the mountain, but there were many books and a rich collection of books. He had read all the books.

Once the man rarely spoke and asked how he was doing with his reading.
To be continued...