Du Shanyin's thoughts moved slightly, and a sword light suddenly hovered on the boy's shoulder, like a bird standing on the branch.

Du Shanyin said: "The Criminal Officer gave me this item."

The white-haired boy immediately said, "Just this, I will call you dad in the future!"

Du Shanyin smiled a little, but suddenly froze his face.

Chen Ping'an was raising his head and staring at the bottom of a flower god porcelain cup, and smiled and said, "You can rush to the fire."

The white-haired boy laughed.

Chen Ping'an turned his head and looked at the back of the tall boy, "Why don't you dare to draw a sword within your rules?"

Du Shanyin turned his head and smiled, "In my eyes, you are all masters, and you are not an exaggeration to play in the world."

Chen Ping'an laughed it off and continued to look at the porcelain cup and the poem that suited the scene with excellent content, so he accepted it with a smile.

The white-haired boy asked, "Du Shanyin, Lord Zhengguan, have you ever reminded you to learn swordsmanship in the future? If you have the opportunity to travel to Haoran, be sure to kill all the flower-picking thieves on the mountain? Have you given you so many treasures of immortals that you can't even think of in one breath? For example, there is the book of immortals that specializes in the word "天天天"? It's just in your heart, but I regret that the two old ladies and aunts didn't give you all together, so there is some deficiencies?"

"It's okay, my grandfather Yinguan has no idea about them. I will help you beg for alms with the criminal officer, so you don't need to thank me! Oh, forget it, after I say this, your thoughts about them will become shallow. I always feel that they are already abandoned by Master Yinguan as if they were worn out. In your heart, they will not be so godly. Otherwise, they will be short of Grandpa Yinguan, right? Don't worry, this is human nature, there is no need to be shy. If you want to practice the great way, you should take it like this, not like to abandon it, dislike it, break it, and take it away..."

Du Shanyin felt horrified, his face became more and more embarrassing, so he could only remain silent.

Chen Ping'an hesitated for a moment, but still said nothing.

I give too many opportunities, and I don’t think about whether I can accept it or not. I don’t want the person I give it, nor do I want the person I receive it.

But Chen Ping'an thought about it again, and could not say that such a mind is the foundation of Du Shanyin's great way. Who said that the level of achievements is only the depth of thought?

Besides, Aliang is right, what he cares about, what he cares about, what he cares about, what he cares about, and how he cares about it.

The white-haired boy was a little excited. He had been whining so much that the criminal officer in the hut did not say anything, which was a good sign. He is worthy of being the master of the criminal officer who is not concerned about anything. He is a completely different two types of people from the grandfather of Yinguan.

He walked to Chen Ping'an and pointed to a white jade table outside the grape trellis, "Baby, it's a pity that the immortal book on the table is from Du Shanyin. There are already a bunch of little guys in the book, which is definitely not comparable to ordinary wormfish. They are all valuable."

Chen Ping'an walked out of the grape trellis and went straight to the stone table. He opened a page of the book. The book contained two characters of gods with different fonts, including running, cursive, regular and seal script.

The white-haired boy asked in a low voice: "I read a book without even saying hello to Du Shanyin, Grandpa Yinguan, this is not like your style of conduct."

Chen Ping An ignored the truth and just flipped through the book to find the traces of the worm.

Li Huai seems to have a worm in the book, but I don’t know if he has become a spirit now.

The white-haired boy muttered, "Master Yin Guan will definitely not be a little idiot to compete. Why? Could it be that his mood has changed again? Or did he deliberately fool me and deceive me with the short sword?"

After reading a book, Chen Ping'an couldn't see the so-called "little guy", so he had to give up.

According to ancient books, there is an allusion to the word "Shizi" in the word "Shen" in the worm.

If a worm enters the scriptures and the Taoist scriptures, and eats the word "god" for a long time, the body will have five colors. If a person swallows it, he can become a god. The second is that he can also think of the spring and the wonderful pen will produce flowers.

One is a generalized talk about human writings, while the other is a word of mouth passed down by Qi practitioners on the mountain.

The so-called word "媚" is not a deep meaning even if it is a person who practices Taoism on the mountain. He only knows that before the wormfish was a kind of wall fish, which was born in the family of scholars and hidden in the pen holder, inkstone or lamp shadow. However, the people at the foot of the mountain said it was very clear that as long as the word "媚" was written with expensive letters and paper, it would be cut into pieces and thrown into the bottle, and the wall fish would sneak in. After eating all the paper, they would have hope of growing into a worm fish.

The white-haired boy slapped the white jade table, "I'm shameless? Believe it or not, I wrote the word "wine" on the book, and you little bastards are drunk to death?"

Chen Ping'an looked carefully and found that between the two lines of the pages of the book, there were still little guys the size of fingernails appearing constantly, "crossing the wall" from different pages, from high to low, squatting between the pages sickly, looking at him and the white-haired boy pitifully.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "I'm upset" and then closed the book gently.

The white-haired boy knelt on the stone bench and reached out to cover the book, explaining: "It's the most fun after the wormfish became a fairy. They can eat whatever they wrote in the book, and there are various changes. For example, writing poems related to wine will really make you drunk and sway. First write a beautiful woman in your youth, and then write the lyrics of the boudoir. Their appearance in the book will really turn into a woman in the boudoir, but it won't last long and quickly restore its true form."

The white-haired boy flipped the book casually, probably because of his great face. Every time he turned the page, the little people rushed to him.

Chen Ping'an thought for a while and asked, "If I write about that shit, pee, fart?"

The little people were all speechless, feeling that they were hopeless. There were such crazy people in the world?

The white-haired boy stretched out his thumb and said loudly: "Grandpa Yinguan's wonderful ideas are rare in the world! When you meet the ancestor of the novelist, you will definitely be able to talk and meet too late! In the future, if you follow Grandpa Yinguan to the Central Earth God Island, you must go to that blessed land with you!"

Chen Ping'an sat on the stone bench.

The white-haired boy no longer cared about the book and pointed to the stream that actually belonged to the sourceless water. "This is an extremely rare fire in the water, like water and real fire. Grandpa Yinguan can use it to refine it into the last five elements of the innate object. Chen Qing was not stingy, and the official of the Criminal was even more generous. I can help move to the Xingting."

Chen Ping'an remained indifferent and stood up and said, "He came uninvited, he is already a villain."

As soon as Chen Ping'an left, the white-haired boy had to follow him.

I had a big fucking idea of ​​hanging out with Du Shanyin, but I was still surprised by following Chen Ping'an.

For example, when I visited today, facing the thatched hut, the young hidden official did not salute when he came and did not say goodbye when he left.

The white-haired boy followed Chen Ping'an happily, "Grandpa Yinguan, today is a little different. His heart is open and closed, and he is truly at ease, relaxed and righteous, and he is happy."

Both sides hike.

Obviously, the young hidden official was not in a hurry to return to prison.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Do you want to achieve your wish through that stream? Why bother to beat around the bush? Just say it straight."

The white-haired boy asked, "Can you do it just say it?"

Chen Ping'an said: "Of course not."

He is etiquette and respects rules.

Whether it is a Long Kiln apprentice or a young man traveling from afar, as long as he is wading through mountains and rivers, he must do what a person wearing straw sandals and holding hatchets should do.

The hidden official in charge, the second shopkeeper who sells wine, the pure martial artist who asks boxing, and the sword cultivator who raises swords, have different identities, do different things, and say different words.

In the final analysis, of course, it's the same person.

The white-haired boy complained: "My grandfather, you are not as bullying as you."

Then the childish demon, who looked like a child, sighed and said, "Forget it, I'm not a human either."

Chen Ping'an said: "Whether you are a human being, it depends on whether you have a heart or not."

The white-haired boy sneered, "A person has ulterior motives, isn't he still an individual."

Chen Ping'an said: "The heart of the Bodhisattva is still an individual."

Walking to the corpse of an ancient monster, it lies like a mountain.

"Go away!"

Chen Ping'an took a heavy step and suddenly punched, and the corpse was decaying and was no longer tough, so he was randomly chiseled out of the "valley" road by a punch.

The white-haired boy applauded.

Chen Ping'an glanced at the seemingly naughty demon of the transformation outside, and slowly said, "The sad story of the fox charm is really nothing new. If you write a book, it will be difficult to make money."

Traveling around, I saw the fox fairy hitting the bell, the female ghost scratching the door, one disturbing people and the other scaring people.

I have also seen a bird listening to Buddhism on the branches, an old ghost wearing a straw raincoat and riding a fox, singing "The Winding Mountains".

The white-haired boy said, "It's okay, I'll change it."

Then he pretended to be suddenly enlightened, "I forgot about her fate, and there is nothing new."

Chen Ping'an suddenly said, "I guess your roots."

Looking up, I seemed to be looking at the white jade capital in another world.

The white-haired boy sighed, "Additionally, is it an alternative, one Qi transformed into three purity?"

Chen Ping'an changed the subject and laughed at himself, "The down-and-out person is nothing more than doing a curtain call, teaching and selling three things."

When he was the last hidden official in the history of the Sword Qi Great Wall, he told the story of the landscape in the streets and alleys, selling seals and fans, and gathering all three things, but unfortunately he couldn't make money.

The gray-haired boy is listless.

Chen Ping'an rose up from the ground, wore a blue shirt, rushed straight into the sky, and then swam into the sea of ​​clouds with his sleeves clamoring.

In fact, in addition to using swords, you can barely control the wind, but you can only rely on a mouthful of pure true energy to support it and consume it very quickly.

The first day of the lunar month, the fifteenth day, the four flying swords, pine needles, and coughing thunder, hovering everywhere.

On the sea of ​​clouds, I jumped, and every time I happened to step on the flying sword, I just drifted around.

The white-haired boy yawned so hard that he saw it.

Chen Ping'an put away four flying swords, fell backwards, and fell straight to the earth.

I still had leisure and leisure, and glanced at the slender stream in the distance.

Is water in the sky? Is heaven in the water?

Chen Ping'an just rushed into the ground with his head in the middle of winter.

The white-haired boy above the sea of ​​clouds moved slightly and was a little surprised. He suddenly looked up and felt that the heaven and earth changed color.

After a moment, the demon of the outer world stood up, and his momentum changed completely. After obtaining Chen Qingdu's "rule", he finally showed the atmosphere that a demon of the outer world should have ascendant.

Screw up a handful of water from the sea of ​​clouds, waved the sleeves and entered the sleeves, and fell to the sky. A bright moon hangs in the air, so the palm of the hand is scooped with water and moon in the hand.

A palm slapped the moon in the water.

The world changed again.

The white-haired boy has disappeared.

In an instant, the sea of ​​clouds rolled, and then it seemed like a huge hole was stirred up by someone. In a vague figure, you could see a cloud immortal looking down at the earth and laughed: "Little Confucian scholar, overestimate your ability. I will play with you?"
To be continued...