After the old woman rushed out dozens of feet in one breath, her underwater figure spun around. In order to celebrate her life after the disaster, she couldn't help but spin in circles. A ball of black hair wrapped around the skinny body that had no flesh and blood.

The river woman stood upright and hovered in the stream, looking up at the stone arch bridge, and finally saw the old sword clearly.

It was still rusty, no different from what she had seen when she was a child, a young woman, and a young woman.

But the next moment, the old woman Hepo, who just glanced at Old Jiantiao one more time, had her eyes explode on the spot.

Wail.

The stream is rolling and the waves are spraying.

After a long time, this section of the creek finally returned to calm. The old woman had a new pair of eyes, but her breath became weak. The great immortal's voice rang in her ears, "People don't pay attention to you. That's because your ancestors smoked green smoke. You

Don’t push yourself too far. When passing the stone bridge in the future, be sure not to raise your head.”

The old woman murmured: "I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore."

Old Man Yang's voice came faintly, "Just go downstream and try to see where you can swim. Don't be too arrogant when passing by the blacksmith shop. But don't worry too much, your presence can make this stream change."

It is particularly 'gloomy'. Once the water essence is produced, it is conducive to sword making and tempering, so Master Ruan will not embarrass you. If you work diligently, maybe others will give you some opportunities. Although the Lizhu Cave Sky is broken

The spiritual energy quickly overflowed and dispersed, but it can probably continue for another thirty or forty years. Master Ruan's position as a saint is very stable, which is a good thing for him."

The old woman breathed a sigh of relief and said flatteringly: "I will obey the great immortal's decree."

Someone on Qing Niu's back was full of admiration, "Senior, you have such great magical power, you can actually consecrate a river woman on your own. The key is that you can do it without disturbing the way of heaven."

Old Man Yang still maintained his original sitting posture, without turning his head, and sneered: "He Po, and River God, there is a difference between a word and a cloud. How can a scholar like you not understand?"

The visitor is none other than Guanhu Academy’s biggest scholar, Cui Minghuang. He should be the last outsider to leave this place.

This handsome scholar from Feng Shen Yu Lang laughed and said: "It's already shocking. On a dead end road, a path suddenly forked out. This kind of handiwork can't help but be admired by the younger generation."

Old Man Yang asked calmly: "Boy, do you know my identity?"

Cui Minghuang shook his head and said with a smile: "The mountain master didn't tell you in advance, but I barely guessed a few clues."

Old Man Yang said impatiently: "Go, go, you are not qualified to talk to me. If you were the mountain master, you would be just fine."

Cui Minghuang not only did not leave, but sat on the ground with Qingniu's back on his back. Before sitting down, he did not forget to reach out and carefully hold the jade pendant around his waist to avoid hitting the stone cliff. He looked up at the unobstructed blue sky and said softly:

"Kong has a heaven-reaching cultivation level. In order to protect this Lizhu Cave and prevent the law of heaven from seeping in, he was unwilling to use it at all. In the end, he could only rely on two natal characters to really hold on until the end. Yang

Old gentleman, what do you think our Mr. Qi wants?"

The old man was just smoking, looking gloomy.

Cui Minghuang murmured: "If you are trying to 'make a life for the people', it would be a shame. He is Qi Jingchun, the mountain master of Shanya Academy and the proud disciple of the fourth sage of Confucianism. His life is exchanged for

Is it cost-effective for five or six thousand ordinary people to live in the next life? I don’t think it’s cost-effective. If it were me, I definitely wouldn’t be able to do it.”

Old Man Yang exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "You can only talk to me about your words. Otherwise, if the news spreads, you will never be able to become the master of the academy in this life. For the sake of you saying a few words from your heart first,

Let’s chat casually?”

The scholar smiled and said: "That's a good thing. I can't ask for it."

The old man looked at the water, "But before that, I want to ask you a question."

Cui Minghuang nodded and said, "Senior, just ask."

The old man said slowly: "Is it your handiwork that pushed Qi Jingchun step by step to the point where he could only seek death?"

Cui Minghuang was stunned at first, then smiled bitterly, and finally laughed at himself: "Senior, do you think too highly of me?"

Old Yang didn't turn his head, and clouds of smoke curled up in front of the old man, "I don't have any other skills. I'm pretty good at judging people's hearts. So you shouldn't come here."

Cui Minghuang smiled and explained: "Even if we count it later, it was eighty years ago when I, the fourth sage of Confucianism, first declined my position in the Confucian Temple as a starting point. I am just standing there now."

Year, how do you make sense?"

The old man turned his head and said with a smile: "You mean, you just happened to come here to take away the Zhenguo Jade Gui, and you just happened to encounter this tragedy. It's yellow mud that fell into your crotch. It's either shit or shit?"

Cui Minghuang looked calm and said with a smile: "Everything in the world is unpredictable, and there are no coincidences."

Old Man Yang chuckled, but his smile was superficial.

Cui Minghuang didn't want to waste any more time and said straight to the point: "This junior has a special liking for Piyun Mountain and hopes to use it as the address of a new academy. This junior is here as a guest, do as the Romans do when they are in the country, and should behave accordingly.

Say hello to Senior Yang. I wonder what your request is?"

Old Man Yang frowned and remained silent.

Cui Minghuang seemed to dare not urge the old man without permission. He stood up slowly and said softly: "Senior, don't worry, as long as the senior doesn't nod his head for a day, the junior's academy will not dare to break ground. If one day the senior feels that this is feasible, he can ask the kiln manager

Just send a message to Emperor Cui Ming of Guanhu Academy over at the Supervisory Office."

Old Man Yang hummed, but did not refuse the man thousands of miles away.

Emperor Cui Ming bowed and said goodbye.

Compared with a small chess piece like the old woman Hepo, can it really achieve the status of a god? Or is it that Guanhu Academy is seeking an enclave in Go in the Great Li Dynasty and has chosen Piyun Mountain? In fact, the old man has no idea about these things.

It’s too caring because it doesn’t matter.

The only thing the old man cared about was what Qi Jingchun said to Ruan Qiong when he arrived at the covered bridge that night. In the end, he sat alone on the covered bridge all night, and then got up and returned to the town after dawn. During that period, what did Qi Jingchun say and do?

What?

The old man stood up with his old cigarette stick and cursed in a low voice: "No one can make people worry."

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Inside the school, four hooded boys looked at each other.

The children did not see Mr. Qi, but the old man who seemed to be sweeping the floor all year round. He put on a Confucian shirt similar to Mr. Qi's attire, with a jade pendant hanging around his waist, and his frosty white hair was neatly tidied.

Wearing a high crown, the old man sat in Mr. Qi's original seat and told the four children that Mr. Qi had resigned as a teacher and the master of the academy, so he would be the one to lead the study tour.

Mr. Qi had already agreed with his children about going on a long trip, and the elders in their family also nodded in agreement.

The old man no longer had the kindness and majesty of the past, and asked: "Where is Li Baoping? Why didn't you come to school?"

The sneaky Li Huai, who usually did not deal with the red cotton-padded jacket, immediately reported: "On the way here, Li Baoping heard that the old locust tree had fallen, so he insisted on running to join in the fun. I couldn't hold her back, she has a bad temper.

It’s so bad that she still beats people even if I don’t listen no matter what I say.”

The other three Meng boys all complained that Li Huai was really following his mother, and his ability to tell lies with open eyes was better than anyone else.

The old man turned to a little girl with braids and said, "Go and call Li Baoping back. We are leaving the town today."

The little girl yelled, stood up reluctantly, and trotted away from the school.

Li Huai was young and had a very naughty mouth. He never forgot to add fuel to the fire and said with an old temper: "Old Ma, naughty students like Li Baoping must be well controlled, otherwise they will not succeed. Since Mr. Qi

Now that I'm gone, you have to shoulder the burden, old horse..."

The old man glared sharply, and Li Huai was so frightened that he shut up obediently. He just kept scolding the old man Ma in his heart that he was nothing. If the tiger was not in the mountain, the monkey would be the king.

Li Huai used to be fed up with Mr. Qi's rules, but now he misses Mr. Qi's.

Next to the school classroom, in the room belonging to Qi Jingchun, Cui Minghuang from Guanhu Academy sat behind the desk and looked around. The scholar occupying the magpie's nest smiled calmly and whispered with some disappointment: "There are not many books.

"

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After Chen Pingan arrived at the blacksmith shop, he was a little confused when he heard the news.

Ning Yao left the town before dawn. Ruan Xiu said that it was on the other side of Hanging Mountain, and he passed the letter with a flying sword. After hearing this, Miss Ning hurriedly left the shop.

Only then did Chen Pingan realize that Miss Ning had gone to Mud Bottle Lane to say goodbye to him.

Chen Pingan, carrying a basket on his back, stood under the eaves of the house where Ning Yao temporarily lived, pursing his lips.

Ruan Xiu said softly: "Miss Ning asked me to tell you that she will borrow the scabbard for a while and will return it to you later."

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter."

Ruan Xiu was about to speak but stopped, and Chen Ping'an finally realized that these words to Miss Ruan were meaningless. He scratched his head and said, "Then I'll go back to Mud Bottle Alley first."

Ruan Xiu nodded.

Chen Pingan walked forward.

Ruan Xiu suddenly remembered something and shouted: "Chen Pingan, my father said that you can work peacefully in the shop during this period. You may be needed to help with blacksmithing in the future."

Chen Pingan turned around and smiled: "Thank you."

The girl in green smiled sweetly.

Chen Ping'an was walking alone by the stream. After walking onto the stone arch bridge, he suddenly stopped, took off his backpack, and sat on the edge of the stone bridge, with his feet hanging in the air. The basket containing the heavy dragon-slaying platform was placed next to him.

A pair of straw sandals, swaying gently.

The young man didn't feel too sad about Miss Ning's passing because he knew from the beginning that she would leave.

It's just that there are some things that I don't have time to say.

I don't know how long it took, but Chen Pingan was suddenly awakened by a huge splash of water under the bridge. Chen Pingan quickly turned around and saw that the basket had disappeared!

Chen Ping'an didn't hesitate at all. He held up his hands and let himself fall into the stream.

After entering the water, quickly change your position in the water, put your head down, and dive under the water with all your strength.
To be continued...