Sword Immortal, Jade Pu, the two leaders of Huacong...

Chen Ping'an suddenly said: "Has Chief Zhou invited you to Huashen Mountain in Yunku Blessed Land? Have you heard about Rouge Picture?"

Miyu said categorically: "I've never invited you, I've never heard of it!"

Chen Pingan chuckled and said: "That's not what Xiaomi Li said. Not only did she say that you are good at poems and have a great literary talent, she also vowed to be full of confidence and threatened to be a judge for Chief Zhou's Huashen Mountain Rouge List.

Power."

Miyu looked helpless and started to act stupid.

Mi Da Jianxian walked with his front foot, and Chen Lingjun followed with his back foot.

Chen Lingjun said tentatively: "Master, let's discuss something."

Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "Because of your amazing talent and hard training, you are going to break through again? Are you planning to go to the river again?"

Chen Lingjun choked for words.

This time, Chen Lingjun was shameless and followed Feng Yuan Ferry south to Tongye Island. Of course, Chen Lingjun had some selfish motives, but this matter was more difficult to talk about.

Chen Ping'an said bluntly: "Don't even think about the guardianship of the lower sect. I have already discussed it with Dongshan and plan to let Hongxia serve as the right protector of the ancestral mountain of the lower sect."

Chen Lingjun scratched his head and said he got it.

I felt a little disappointed, but it was nothing, just a little sad, and it was about a drink.

In addition to Yuanyingjing Hongxia, who successfully transformed into a dragon from the river, there is also Peixiang, the leader of the Fox Kingdom, but the latter is yet to be determined.

Chen Pingan stretched out his hand to hold the boy in green's head, shook it slightly, and said with a smile: "When you reach the Jade Pu Realm one day, I will let you be the left guardian of Luo Po Mountain. Isn't it the same as the guardian of the mountain? Guan'er still

bigger."

Chen Lingjun shook his head, feeling a little dizzy.

Chen Ping'an said frankly and honestly: "This matter was strongly recommended by Xiao Mili, Pei Qian seconded and agreed, and Nuanshu did not object. Since you are so convinced, I agreed."

Who doesn’t know that the Bamboo House lineage of Luolu Mountain is the most favored and most effective among the mountain owners?

Chen Lingjun suddenly realized, no wonder that stupid girl Nuanshu came to him out of nowhere not long ago and said some silly words, asking him to practice well and not to live up to his master's high expectations.

Chen Lingjun nodded vigorously, "Master, please be rest assured that I will definitely break through the situation sooner."

Chen Ping'an reminded: "Delaying things urgently means that you can't delay. Delaying urgent matters means you can make sure you don't make mistakes."

Chen Lingjun grinned and said, "When I turn around, I will write down the jade slip on the bamboo slips and put it on the Luopo Mountain desk. It will serve as my motto."

Wearing a blue shirt with his arms wrapped around his sleeves, and a gentle look on his face, a child in green clothes crossed his arms across his chest, with raised eyebrows.

This is my own family.

Cui Dongshan, Immortal Realm.

Zhong Qiu, a martial artist at the peak of the Far Traveling Realm.

Cui Wei is a sword cultivator in Yuanying realm. His direct disciple, sword cultivator in Xiehui.

Cao Qinglang, a Qi practitioner in the Longmen realm, is about to become a Golden Alchemist.

The chief worshiper is Mi Yu, the bottleneck sword cultivator in the Jade Pu Realm. This bottleneck is still bottomless, and breaking through the realm is still far away. It is difficult to become a Jade Pu Realm, so Mi Yu makes a joke on the Great Wall of Sword Qi. Now

It is even more difficult to break the Yupu bottleneck.

A cultivator of the genealogy of Xizong's Ancestral Hall, Sui Youyou, a sword cultivator in the Nascent Soul realm, she would join hands with her eldest disciple Cheng Chaolu to occupy a hilltop to practice, which she personally named "Sweeping Flower Terrace".

Yu Xiehui and Cheng Chaolu, two sword immortal embryos from the Great Wall of Sword Qi, were both the founder disciples of their respective masters.

Shao Poxian, a remnant of the old Zhu Ying Dynasty, was born in the Dugu family of Zhu Ying. He is the incognito Crown Prince and a Yuanying Realm sword cultivator. The Lord of Zhongyue Mountain was promoted to Qing. The reason why he paid such unconventional respect to Luo Lo Mountain was that he was doing business within the jurisdiction of his own landscape.

On the other hand, making concessions to Cui Dongshan and then to Chen Ping'an is almost equivalent to giving money to Luo Luoshan. This is exactly the reason.

The maid Menglong is in Guanhaijing. She is a descendant of the Meng family, the top wealthy family in the old Zhuying Dynasty.

Shi Qiu, cave mansion realm.

The two earthly immortals and ghosts living in the "talisman skin" are a pair of Taoist monks on the mountain who share life and death. They were on the ferry before, fulfilling their duties and keeping silent.

There are also the three troubled monks from Shuyi Tower in Yuzhigang. They are temporarily regarded as guest ministers of the next sect. It is difficult for Yuzhigang to restore the incense tradition. Now the Tongyezhou Immortal Family looks at the destruction of the sect in Yuzhigang.

The views on the catastrophe are exactly the same, which can be summarized in eight words: open the door and bow to the robbers, and you will bring the blame upon yourself.

Therefore, none of the three former Shuyilou disciples showed up at today's gathering.

Chen Ping'an didn't ask the reason. Anyway, all the affairs of the next clan, no matter how big or small, were left to Cui Dongshan.

In addition, there is a Feng Yuan ferry connecting Shangxiazong.

There is the chief steward, who has a long life in charge, the second steward is Jia Sheng, the accountant is Zhang Jiazhen, and the small abacus is Nalan Yudul.

The Feng Yuan Ferry then continued all the way south, passing Taoye Ferry and Yugui Sect of the Daquan Dynasty, until it reached the Qushan Ferry at the southernmost tip of Tongye Continent.

Chen Pingan did not take the ferry to go on a long trip, but took Xiaomo, Pei Qian and Cao Qinglang to travel south together in the wind. Of course, it was not a sightseeing tour, otherwise Chen Pingan would not have left Guo Zhujiu behind, and

Zhao Shuxia and Zhao Luan.

Chen Ping'an each has his own selfish motives and care for these direct disciples, but he must not be biased in his actions.

Just because Cao Qinglang is the definite candidate for the next sect master. His sect is a river crossing dragon who traveled south from Tongyezhou across the continent. He needs to get familiar with some local snakes in Tongyezhou early, and he was previously under the leadership of Chief Zhou.

In the Yunku blessed land, Huang Yiyun promised to Huang Yiyun of Pushan Yuncaotang that he would bring his disciple Pei Qian as a guest in the future.

In addition to the Immortal Technique of Praying for Rain, there is also the Yun Shui Shen that he learned from Jiuzhen Immortal Pavilion. Before Chen Pingan left the lower sect, he had already taught it to Cao Qinglang and Zhao Luan, and of course to Chai Wu, who likes it at least every day

The little girl who drank half a catty of soju still asked Xiao Mo to teach her. Chen Pingan really couldn't teach her.

Before leaving, Guo Zhujiu asked his senior sister with a smile if he wished he could travel with her.

Pei Qian said of course he would.

Guo Zhujiu waved his hand, and the senior sister thought that she would go on a long trip with me. I could just lie down at home without leaving home, so I traveled around the world for nothing and made a lot of money.

What else could Pei Qian do? He could only be speechless.

Regarding the hanging of the portrait in the ancestral hall of the Lower Sect, Cui Dongshan expressed his thoughts during the previous mountaineering trip and planned to ask a mountain friend from the China-Earth Divine Continent to help draw a portrait of his husband.

He is a master of painting who is as famous as Wu Daoxuan, nicknamed Gu Xiaqiu. Both of them are respected as painting saints by the world. Each has its own merits. One is meticulous and realistic, wonderful and grand, and the other is full of flowers and vivid freehand brushwork. The former and Bai Ye,

Born in the same dynasty and close in age, before Mr. Wu entered the mountains to practice Taoism, he was already known as "he is still young and has exhausted all the beauty of painting". The emperor even specifically ordered that no painting should be done without an imperial edict. The reason was actually

"I am worried that the spiritual energy will spread and disturb the ghosts of the country." The latter's painting skills, especially the finishing touch, were said by Zheng Juzhong of Baidi City to be "unprecedented in the history of the people."

Both of them are good at depicting immortals, Buddhas, gods and ghosts, so it would be a great honor for the temples and Taoist temples in the Divine Continent of China to invite a certain painting master to paint murals.

In the early years, the portrait of the literary saint that hung all over the world's literary temples was painted by Mr. Wu.

The old scholar was very satisfied at the time, but not so satisfied now, because neither the Buried River Biyou Palace in Tongyezhou nor the Chunshan Academy in Aquarius Island were immediately recognized by people during their two visits. It can be seen from this that the painting

The portrait is like the real person, but it lacks some spirit and spirit that can only be understood but not painted.

So the old scholar returned to the Middle-earth Divine Continent this time, specifically found the painting saint, and patted the old gentleman on the shoulder. The old scholar sighed, with a resentful look in his eyes, "Since we are friends, I won't say anything more. After all, it was me back then.

I can't blame anyone for asking for a portrait. Hurry up and bring me a pot of wine. Let us drink some wine and just laugh it off."

The old man was so angry that he immediately tilted his head and raised his hand to slap his cheek, "Where is this thing? Where did it go? Was it taken away by someone?"

In fact, Cui Dongshan had already sent two portraits of his husband to Mr. Gu.

One is when Mr. Xi was a boy on Osmanthus Island, and the other is when a young hermit official attended a meeting in the Confucian Temple.

If Mr. Gu dares to deal with it carelessly, and dares to draw poorly, dissimilarly, and not spiritually similar enough, then don’t forget about Cui Dongshan’s disregard for friendship and old friendship.

Cui Dongshan also has another requirement, that is, his husband must be in a blue shirt with a sword on his back.

The sky is clear and the ground is clear, among the lofty mountains, the mountain wind is surging, the white water is rushing, in the surging sea of ​​clouds, on the rolling rivers, headed by a man wearing a green shirt, traveling far away in the wind, with two big sleeves, making a hunting sound

.

Overlooking the human world, the earth, mountains and rivers.

The group occasionally stopped and took a leisurely walk.

A young official in the river promotion department, with old official uniform and frostbitten hands, was pointed at his nose and yelled at him while playing the piano by an old man who looked like a river worker.

In a place where there is a singing and drinking banquet, flowing water, literati and elegant scholars singing poems, a woman immediately composes a song and sings it endlessly, her delicate jade hands clap the incense sandalwood, the orioles sing and the swallows dance, creating a peaceful atmosphere.

There was an assistant officer attached to the Materials Appraisal Office of the Ministry of Industry, who came at full speed with an official document for registration. He got off his horse and hurriedly asked to see the chief officer. The concierge refused to let him go, and the officer begged in vain, and even got the sentence "Go away."

"Point", the dusty official had no choice but to squat on the roadside, looking eagerly at the gate, waiting for the chief officer to finish drinking and return to the capital. He only asked the chief officer, who had been born for generations, not to get too drunk today.

Drunk and unconscious.

A place with beautiful scenery, the water is like a green ribbon, the mountains are like jade hairpins, the dusk mist wraps around the deep trees, and the setting sun gleams under the high buildings.

The immortal masters in the mountain were extremely busy, rebuilding the ancestral hall, and hired a Taoist master who was proficient in painting with a lot of money to paint five colorful dragons on the beams and pillars of the new ancestral hall. Before they even put the finishing touches, there were words like "Linjia is flying, and it is about to rain."

The majestic weather of "fog".

They are digging mountains and quarrying stones within a radius of hundreds of miles. They are also paying for shopping with Yamashita people in surrounding counties. They are tearing down many old wooden beams from the ruins of old government offices and abandoned houses. Vehicles are filled with strange things.

Flowers, exotic plants, antiques and rare cars are gathering on this mountain from all directions.

While everyone in the Patriarch Hall dispersed, a man wearing a green shirt took the lead and sneaked in quietly.

Pei Qian once passed by this place and had a few words with an old immortal master who was buying wine in the wells outside the city.
To be continued...