For some reason, in the heavy rain, a woman and a child were kneeling outside the mountain gate.

In the main hall of the temple, there was a middle-aged monk, kneeling on the futon, lowering his head and clasping his hands together, with tears streaming down his face.

Cao Qinglang wanted to take out an oil-paper umbrella from the "little cave sky" given by Xiaomo and give it to the woman and child so that they could hold an umbrella in the rain.

Chen Pingan shook his head.

After the woman got up, Chen Pingan spoke to Pei Qian, and Pei Qian walked away holding an umbrella in one hand.

The woman quickly wiped the corners of her eyes, smiled gently, took the child, and thanked the kind-hearted woman together.

After winter this year, the mountains and rivers of Tongyezhou were swaying, and the devastated central area was covered with heavy snow. Before the light snow season, heavy snow fell one after another in various places.

The weather is freezing, so many ice factories have opened up under the mountain, and cellars have been opened to store ice cubes so that they can be taken out next summer.

In the territory of the old Daxia Dynasty, two cavalry armies fought against each other and fought against each other.

Behind the army, a young man wearing luxurious armor was persuading an old sea-viewing immortal to take action quickly in order to turn the tide of the battle. In general terms, to deal with these warriors on the battlefield, the immortal master's heaven-reaching magic will definitely be able to

The momentum is overwhelming, one can defeat ten thousand. As long as he performs extraordinary feats and returns to the capital, he will assume the position of national master of a country and there will be no objections from the court...

The old immortal master held his beard and kept silent. In the end, he really couldn't shirk it, so he flew into the clouds and used the mist to sacrifice two life objects. They were both offensive and defensive, and the brilliance flowed. The precious light shone through half of the battlefield. The old immortal used his magical magic and soon earned a victory.

After a lot of military exploits and the technique was put into practice, the old monk thought that he still had plenty of spiritual energy, so he would use his magical power to press the bottom of the box with one hand before evacuating the battlefield. Without thinking, he was attacked by the enemy's secret crossbows on Yitong Mountain and broke through.

The old monk was about to retreat early when he was about to retreat early when he was about to retreat early. He was shot dead on the spot by a pure martial artist hiding in the formation, who was holding a giant bow and shot a series of arrows. The dozens of talismans were engraved with cloud pattern inscriptions.

The arrow actually drew an arc in the air, following it like a shadow. The old monk who couldn't avoid it was pierced through the whole chest by the arrow as thick as a copper coin.

A hilltop outside the battlefield.

After Pei Qian saw that scene, he said: "It is not difficult for a Taoist to join the battlefield and gain credit. However, if you want to rely on your own efforts to determine the outcome of the battlefield and wantonly massacre the soldiers at the foot of the mountain in the army, you must never do it again."

Cao Qinglang nodded.

Chen Pingan's face was expressionless.

Xiao Mo was absent-minded.

When it snows, beside an ancient bridge, several old plum trees are all white, and the plum blossoms are completely clear of snow.

At one end of the long bridge, it looks like an old master from the academy, leading a group of scholars on a study tour, stops here to enjoy the scenery.

In fact, he is an old monk in the cave realm who is in his seventies. He is talking to a group of disciples about those illusory fairy family affairs, about the money and land of the monks who practice, and about the immortals in that place who can be a thousand years old and have a childlike face and walking steps.

Slight illness, lift up the body to ascend, live forever, enter and exit caves, heavens and blessed lands, cross all lakes and seas, and control the five mountains and thousands of mountains.

These words made those disciples who had just been on the mountain a few years ago feel full of energy and yearn for it.

The old monk stretched out his hand to gently push the snow on the bridge railing, and said with a smile: "There are many paths on the mountain, but since ancient times, there are hundreds of skills that disciples can learn from. Only the path of sword immortal has always been reserved for masters, and no disciples have ever taken the initiative to seek it out."

A master can make it happen. When a swordsman accepts a disciple, the threshold is always as high as the sky. He would rather lose the inheritance than pass it on lightly..."

A young man nodded and said: "No wonder there are so few sword immortals in the world."

The girl on the side glared and said, "Don't interrupt my master."

The old monk pushed the snow with the back of his hand and landed on the ice at the bottom of the bridge. "It has been said from ancient times that a true swordsman has superior swordsmanship and is blessed by heaven and earth. Therefore, he never bothers to rely on magical weapons. He only needs to refine a sword."

Pill, there is the wonderful transformation of the divine dragon. With the pure Taoist heart as the box, the white room is as bright as the sun and the moon, and the head can be taken from thousands of miles away..."

A group of disciples listened with fascination. Well, except for the young man who liked to make trouble, he couldn't help but said again: "Uncle, last time we met your old friend on the mountain, we begged him for a long time, but he didn't give up.

I sent you the landscape newspaper. Didn’t he say there is a place under the sky called the Great Wall of Swords and Qi? The newspaper said that the place there is not big, but everyone is a swordsman. So what are the old swordsmen like?

To accept a new swordsman as his apprentice?"

The old monk smiled as usual and cursed in his heart. Why did the senior brother accept such a disciple? Is this guy busy building a house at home? He likes to cause trouble so much.

In fact, the old man himself had just learned about a place called the Great Wall of Sword Qi from his friend's Shanshui Residence newspaper.

Far away on the other side, a group of people walked towards the bridge through the snow, their feet creaking.

The old monk turned his head and looked around. In the wind and snow, he was walking at the front wearing a green shirt, holding a snowball in his hands. He was followed by three people, all of whom looked young.

The young man asked in a low voice: "Uncle, please quickly use your magic, open your clairvoyance or something like that, and help me see if there is any swordsman looking for an apprentice among that group of people."

The old monk laughed angrily and said, "Ask yourself!"

An ancient bridge, two groups of people passing by.

The old monk took the initiative to smile and nod in greeting, and the man in green shirt with two swords folded at his waist smiled and nodded in return.

After the group of people moved away, the young man said: "Uncle, I guess there are no sword immortals. Those who walk with no sound will not leave any trace in the snow."

The old monk was too lazy to pay attention to the young man and continued to talk about the strange things, miraculous things and miraculous things on the mountain. In fact, they were just landscape stories that the old man had heard from hearsay.

The Mirage City of Daquan Dynasty, after snowfall, is like a glazed fairyland, so beautiful that it is impossible to distinguish between heaven and earth.

A group of tourists from other places handed over customs documents at the gate of the capital.

Cao Mo, Zheng Qian.

As for Cao Qinglang and Xiaomo, they both used the household registration status of the Dali Dynasty.

When the next sect is completed, Cao Qinglang will have an additional golden and jade genealogical status as a Tongyezhou monk.

After walking out of the city gate, Xiao Mo said: "Master, in this vast world, it's not common for a woman to become emperor, right?"

There are quite a few women who listen to politics behind the curtain.

Emperor Daquan Yao Jinzhi.

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "It's very rare."

Thinking of something, Chen Ping'an said to Cao Qinglang: "The chief priest of the Daquan Dynasty now is Liu Zong, the knife sharpener in your hometown of Blessed Land. Last time Pei Qian and I met Liu Zong here, he was still at the bottleneck of the golden body, but

This is because the old temple master deliberately made it much more difficult for Liu Zong to break through than for ordinary martial artists."

Pei Qian pursed his lips.

Cao Qinglang glanced at her.

Because I had accompanied Xiao Mili to visit the mountain gate before, and I heard Xiao Mili say that there were a lot of stories about Pei Qian accompanying the good mountain master through the Daquan Dynasty.

Pei Qian immediately came over with a sideways glance and wanted to complain again?

The group first found a stay at an Xianjia Inn in Mirage City, called Wangxing Flower Pavilion.

Birds have bird paths, and snakes have snake paths. Mountain ferries and Xianjia ferries often have a booklet that introduces the inns along the way and gives them to guests free of charge. The content is detailed and praised to the heavens. It is often because both parties have a lot of incense.

Love, what I briefly mentioned in one stroke is that the relationship between the inn and the ferry and the ferry is definitely not in place.

In fact, the most famous inn in Daquan Dynasty is Taoyuan Villa on the Taoye Ferry side.

I heard that it is the first choice for female nuns in Yizhou. Even if I have to raise money, I will stay there.

Entering the door of the inn, the first thing that catches the eye is a high screen wall, three feet high, with koi carps and lotus flowers, all of which look like living creatures.

Chen Ping'an stopped and looked up to admire it for a moment. If that inn in Dali Capital City didn't even have a name, if he had this intention, the business would not be so deserted that there would be only a few people.

After requesting four rooms, Chen Pingan asked the inn for a stack of recent Shanshui Di newspapers. Xiao Mo and others stayed in the room, sitting around the table.

Still only Cao Qinglang was drinking tea, while the other three were drinking.

Regarding the Jade Guizong, they are all about the size of sesame seeds and mung beans, but they take up a lot of space. This is the power of the leader of Yizhou Xianjia.

In the past, there was a confrontation between the north and the south. Among them, the Tongye Sect had steadily dominated the Yugui Sect, but now it is undoubtedly the dominant one. On the other hand, the Tongye Sect is like a single leaf on a continent.

Almost every Di newspaper has a different version of the Huashen Mountain Rouge Ranking, which Chief Zhou personally conducted. Regardless of whether they agree with the rankings of those fairies or not, they will also scold Jiang Shangzhen.

In addition, there are the elixirs from Qinghu Palace and Xiao Longqiu's sword quest.

There are also many imperial courts after Yamashita's restoration of the country. They solicited tributes through their residence newspapers, regardless of monks or warriors. The official documents issued by the rites department of various countries were similar to the heroes' invitations in the world.

There are a lot of gossips about Aquarius Island, such as the viewing ceremony at Luoluo Mountain, which are just scribbled down.

Xiao Mo took a copy of the newspaper and said: "This Tongye Sect seems a bit annoying. After all, it is a sect, but it has such a miserable end?"

Chen Pingan said with a smile: "I will spare no effort to praise and kill, and I will kill you with a stick. In fact, the good is often not that good, and the bad is not that bad. Anyway, it is not difficult to see people shouldering the burden. It is not too big just to watch the fun. But

Our Chief Zhou has a good saying,"

Xiao Mo nodded and said: "Although I haven't met Chief Zhou yet, Xiao Mo has already admired him."

In Luolu Mountain, Chief Zhou's reputation is well-known up and down, inside and outside.

Chen Pingan endured it, but finally couldn't hold it back. He laughed out loud, quickly took a sip of wine, and then said something that made Xiao Mo confused, "Our Chief Zhou will definitely be worried when he returns home. It's okay.

Anyway, he likes to spend money the most, so he will feel slack if he becomes the chief worshipper."

In fact, Chen Ping'an still wanted to read more news about the Daquan Dynasty from the Di newspaper. For example, there was a rumor in it, which was conclusive and true.

Yao Lingzhi lost a knife.

The chief officials of the Criminal Department, the Ducha Yuan and the Dali Temple, and the three legal departments of the Daquan court were very anxious and worried when they met. As for the criminal officials, the censors of the Du Cha Yuan and the Dali Temple Cheng, the so-called small three legal departments were all opened.

I don't know how many meetings there have been, but the three yamen have already been in a state of panic, but they dare not leak any information to the outside world.

This matter, whether it's a big deal or not, is the theft of a precious sword of magical quality. It's a small matter, but it's not a small matter, because this knife was a valuable treasure from the previous dynasty and has an unusual symbolic meaning.

In the officialdom, the most troublesome thing is this kind of thing, trying to figure out the will of heaven. Yao Lingzhi's saber has a great origin. It is a national treasure that has been hidden in the Daquan Dynasty's treasure house for more than two hundred years, and it is called "Mingquan".

The founding emperor of the Daquan Liu family came from a young age. He was a military general who usurped the throne to establish the country. He was suspected of unfairly winning the country. Especially this founding emperor, he even killed the last emperor of the previous dynasty with a knife.
To be continued...