To use an official analogy, Ma Kuxuan, the proud son of heaven, is like a son of a wealthy family who has a very wealthy ancestor. He has the power to influence the local officialdom and has the potential to segregate vassal towns, but he certainly cannot mobilize a minister in Beijing.

Aunt Feng smiled and asked: "Chen Pingan, do you already know my identity?"

Chen Ping'an didn't hide it, nodded and said: "If I just heard the name 'Aunt Feng', I wouldn't be so sure, but when I see the knot with my own eyes, there will be no doubt."

Being so old, of course you have to call me senior.

She smiled sweetly and said: "I have a good memory and good eyesight. No wonder you are so polite to me."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Senior, please answer my previous question."

She asked: "Is it important whether you are familiar with Qi Jingchun or not?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "For me, it's actually okay, but for seniors, it may be very important."

She stretched out her hand and patted her heart, with a look of resentment on her face, pretending to be frightened, "Threatening and intimidating me? What should a forty-year-old junior do to scare a senior who is several years older?"

Chen Ping'an and Aunt Feng's heartfelt words, the other six people were not at a high level, so naturally they couldn't listen to it. They could only watch the show on the wall, trying their best to find the truth through the eyes of both parties and the subtle changes in their faces.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "This is how senior has wronged someone."

How can it be called a threat? It's a matter of one-on-one talk.

The Aunt Feng in front of me is the God of Sifeng. To be precise, she is one of them.

That's why she appears to be so independent and spotless. The reason couldn't be simpler. The winds of the world must obey her orders.

As for the twenty-four flower trade winds, they are naturally within her jurisdiction.

Chen Ping'an served as a hermit official and entered the summer palace, so he saw several entries about "Aunt Feng", which roughly explained her background.

Aunt Feng smiled and said: "A sword cultivator at the Jade Pu Realm, and a Taoist monk at the Ascension Realm, he speaks with a strong voice."

Chen Pingan nodded and said with a smile: "The wind is passing through the world, the red flags are not upright, and the green trees are still there. It is indeed not as tough as the predecessors."

Aunt Feng's active appearance here is most likely to stand up for the Song family in Dali, which is equivalent to an invisible provocation.

Chen Ping'an didn't think that her arrival was a surprise to her.

If the appearance of Dong Hu, the Minister of Rites, is a show of goodwill, then the appearance of Aunt Feng is indeed a very tough style.

It's like telling myself that you, Chen Ping'an, don't know the details of the Song family in Dali and this capital at all, so don't even think about running amok here.

Although this Aunt Feng had not taken advantage of the opportunity to fill her vacancy and become one of the twelve high-ranking gods ten thousand years ago, an ancient military book called "Tai Gong Yin Fu" in the summer palace recorded an ancient event, but it has been lost for a long time.

The past is told in a "wonderful chronicle" way. According to legend, there were once seven high-ranking divine kings with prominent positions, each leading their tribes to help the human race conquer the sky. Most of them died in the war. Only a few high-ranking ones remained, and they led their troops to live in the world.

In the ancestral court of the Haoran military family, they are like gods and heavenly officials ranked in the immortal class, each responsible for a part of the great road movement.

It's just that the so-called high-ranking divine kings in the book have not clearly identified their identities. It is even harder to say whether they belong to the earliest twelve high-ranking gods.

Assuming that the Zhongtu Military Academy's ancestral court is the main gate of a mansion, then the Zhenwu Mountain and Fengxue Temple's ancestral palaces are just side entrances opened up, and these ancient gods can also enter and exit them.

In addition, an ancient collection of articles similar to those of gods and monsters recorded in detail the largest catastrophe in the history of Baihua Blessed Land, a great disaster. It was this "Aunt Feng" who came to the blessed land and was resented by the flower god of the blessed land as ""

As a "maidservant of the Feng family", she came to visit as a guest and walked through the mountains and rivers of the blessed land. Wherever she went, strong winds blew, howling, and flowers withered. Therefore, at the end of the ancient book, there was also a powerful and eloquent exhortation.

Baihua in the World and Aunt Feng fight to the death.

At that time, when Chen Ping'an was at his summer palace and had free time during the war, he would have a pot of wine and a plate of peanuts, and these long-dusted old yellow calendars as food and drinks.

There is no record of Aunt Feng in the Records of Mountains and Seas and Supplementary Records, as well as in the countless literati's notes in the world.

There are secret files with clear written records. Except for the Merit Forest of the Chinese Confucian Temple, there is absolutely no book in any library anywhere else in the world, even among the thousand-year-old nobles of the mountain sects and human dynasties.

If future generations want to know, they can only know it through word of mouth from their ancestors, and they must ensure that it is not heard by the Confucian Academy. Otherwise, even the head of a sect or the head of a family will have to go to the Merit Forest in the Confucian Temple to play chess.

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Among the supporters of this female wind god, there are many talented and powerful emperors and monarchs in history. For example, among them is the city lord of Night Ship and the chief of the Sishui Pavilion who once killed the white snake.

Aunt Feng suddenly said: "I almost forgot that you were the last hidden official of the Sword Qi Great Wall."

In fact, in the past few decades before the Lizhu Cave Sky shattered and fell to the ground, for an ancient existence like her, unless it was a critical moment or a critical node, she would not have been willing to look at it more. Maybe it was just

Just scan through it and make sure you have a rough idea of ​​every living being at the moment. Then at most, each one will make his own bet. It may be due to interest, or it may be a competition of vision to see who you are competing with.

Chen Ping'an smiled, saying nothing, both sides seemed to be making trouble, maybe it was because they didn't come to the house to drink, so they could invite Senior Aunt Feng to the inn to have a drink and reminisce about old times.

Aunt Feng thought of something and seemed a little surprised by Chen Ping'an's patience. "Don't ask the other immortals who spoke back then, what are their backgrounds and what do they want?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said with a smile: "If the senior is willing to say it, the junior will certainly be grateful. If the senior is not willing to say it, the junior will naturally not be able to force it."

She stretched out her fingers and tapped her cheek lightly, squinting her eyes and smiling, as if she was hesitating whether to reveal the secret.

Ma Kuxuan of Xinghua Lane, Song Jixin of Muping Lane, Zhao Yao of Fulu Street, Xie Ling of Taoye Lane... these are just the youngest generation of Lizhu Cave Heaven. Going up, everyone still has their own bets.

, some are just out of sheer boredom, and when they see someone they like, they just go along with it and support them, some have some agenda, and they have hidden connections for thousands of miles. For example, one of the old guys is a contemporary of the lineage of dragon breeders in the world.

Grandmaster, the ancestor of the family had meritorious deeds in slaying the dragon. Back then, this person concealed his identity and rushed all the way to the Aquarius Continent from the Divine Continent in the Middle Earth. He cut off the secrets of heaven and hid among the group of dragon-slaying qi practitioners.

Aunt Feng suddenly suppressed her smile and said for no reason, "It's really not tiring to carry a girl you like on your back no matter how far you go. I was very courageous at that time, but why am I less timid now that I'm in a higher realm?"

I feel anxious for you."

Chen Ping'an's face changed slightly.

When Aunt Feng saw the green-shirted swordsman at this moment, she finally felt a little familiar, and finally looked a bit like the young boy he once was.

Yo, I felt guilty and blushed.

It's strange, isn't it said that Chen Yinguan of the Sword Qi Great Wall can hold the city for another 10,000 years just by relying on his face?

Chen Pingan no longer stooped deliberately, took a deep breath, cupped his fists in salute, smiled brightly, and said, "Thank you, senior, for taking care of me."

Aunt Feng nodded and understood. She was indeed a smart and thoughtful person, and she had been away from home for many years when she was young, so she had managed to maintain her precocious wisdom. Qi Jingchun had a really good vision.

There are some scenes and time scrolls inside Lizhu Cave. Once Qi Jingchun makes that decision, it is destined that not everyone can see them.

As she said herself before, Qi Jingchun's temper is really not very good.

After Qi Jingchun took the boy to the Corridor Bridge, he made a rule with everyone: take care of your eyes and never look at the boy from Mud Bottle Alley again.

One of the old guys broke the rules and was punished by Qi Jingchun to the point where he almost wanted to take the initiative and reincarnate.

She is the only exception.

It’s not that she is optimistic about Chen Pingan or has any bets, but it’s the allusion to the “dragon girl who burned mugwort on her forehead” in her early years, because she once protected many real dragons in the world.

Aunt Feng nodded and said softly, "Here in the capital, I have a place to stay at the Fire Temple."

Chen Pingan clasped his fists and said, "I have to go back to my private matters. I must go over there to pay my respects to my senior."

She reminded: "Before you come, remember to say hello. There is someone who has wanted to see you for a long time. It is not easy for him every time he goes out. He has to report to the Ministry of Etiquette."

Chen Ping'an actually had a few expected candidates in mind, such as shopkeeper Yang of the medicine shop in his hometown, and Su Gaoshan, the general who accompanied the emperor's temple.

It's just that seniors don't need to talk about these clever things. They will meet each other sooner or later anyway.

For the first time, Aunt Feng's eyes were extremely humane and gentle, and she sighed, "It's not easy to reach this point in just a few decades. Now that I'm gone, I won't interrupt your business."

Chen Ping'an is straightening his clothes.

Wearing a green shirt, he bowed and saluted.

In the past, there was a lot of spring breeze in my hometown.

There was once a year when spring left very late and summer came very late.

Aunt Feng dealt with it calmly.

He helped Qi Jingchun so much, but it didn't matter if he was just thanked by his junior brother. It didn't cost him anything.

Before leaving, Aunt Feng and this young man who had never let Qi Jingchun down, reminded her in her heart: "Besides me, you have to be careful. By the way, one of them is in the capital."

Chen Pingan straightened up and said with a smile: "Juniors have always been very careful, so they should be careful too."

Aunt Feng nodded, and flew away like a rabbit and a falcon, neither fast nor slow, not at all speedy.

Chen Ping'an was filled with emotion. It turned out that his senior was also an expert who was well versed in falling situations and liked to hide his clumsiness.

The last scene on the rooftop, where Chen Pingan and Aunt Feng bowed, surprised these young geniuses.

I thought that such a sect leader of Luoluo Mountain, who was causing trouble in Zhengyang Mountain, would start a riot when he arrived in Dali Capital City.

As a result, when I met Aunt Feng, I was so respectful and respectful. In my words, I always insisted on the courtesy of a junior, but I still want to give this big gift before leaving?

In fact, among the preachers, this woman spent the longest time with the eleven people, but she did not teach any advanced Taoism. She only taught a few escape techniques to the eleven people.

The little girl's eyes widened, she turned around, and she quickly stretched her neck, smiled and waved, calling out: "Aunt Feng, I'll treat you to a nice drink later. The immortal wine from Changchun Palace is very expensive."

The young monk clasped his hands together, nodded towards Aunt Feng's retreating figure, and said, "Monks don't lie, Aunt Feng is so beautiful tonight."

The sword cultivator stretched out his fingers and put them between his eyebrows. There were so many like-minded colleagues here, but he had no eyes to see or ears to hear.

However, as long as you are not a fool, you should understand one thing before you realize it. Everyone before has definitely underestimated the realm and identity of Aunt Feng.

Chen Ping'an was about to leave. He had nothing to talk about with these Taoist geniuses. They were just going their separate ways on the single-plank bridge Yangguan Road.

As long as the Da Li Song family is not crazy, they will not let this group of young geniuses with promising careers come to trouble them.

Unexpectedly, the sword cultivator cupped his fists and said, "Song Xu, a sword cultivator from the capital, has met Master Chen."

Chen Ping'an had no choice but to stop, nodded with a smile and said: "A Jindan sword cultivator who is less than twenty years old will have a formidable future."
To be continued...