That's right, why do you like a cripple who is missing an arm?

Besides, Yao Xianzhi really didn't have any thoughts about her.

Chen Ping'an said angrily: "Why should I make such a joke?"

The old man pointed at Yao Xianzhi and said with a smile: "Do you think this counts as being blind? You can tell yourself. What's the use of you?!"

Chen Ping'an began to add insult to injury and said with a smile: "Some people have no choice but to become singles, but some people rely on their true abilities to become singles."

The old general and Yao Xianzhi asked about the general situation of Liu Yi, and learned that this female immortal master came from a scholarly family in Daquan. Well, her Taoist name is "Yifu", which is very good. It makes people happy and courageous when they hear it.

Several times, he ignored the protection of his elders and put himself in danger. He was also able to kill monsters and perform meritorious service, and finally defended Mirage City. When His Majesty rewarded him for his merits, Liu Yi just asked the imperial court for a third-class worship status.

...That's not good. Your Majesty should be given a second-class service anyway.

As for Liu Yi, who is now in his sixties, what is the problem? If the age of a woman on the mountain is equal to the age of a woman at the foot of the mountain, wouldn't it be equivalent to the age of a woman at the foot of the mountain?

The old man rubbed his chin and sighed, "I don't think Xianzhi is worthy of that girl."

Chen Ping'an hummed, "I think so too."

Yao Xianzhi smiled bitterly.

The old man laughed heartily, raised his hand, and Chen Pingan gave him a high-five, showing great understanding.

Taking the bowl of rice wine from Yao Xianzhi, Chen Ping'an glanced at the old fox fur hanging on the hanger and knew its origin. It was a royal gift given to the Yao family in Bianguan by the late Emperor Liu Zhen of Daquan in his early years.

Yao Xianzhi might not think much about it, but if the current generation of Daquan Dynasty saw it, she would probably feel uncomfortable in her heart.

It's just that every family has sutras that are difficult to recite, so Chen Ping'an can only pretend that he doesn't know the subtle twists and turns of people's hearts.

Chen Pingan remembered something and took out two red envelopes from his sleeves, each containing a small summer coin. Chen Pingan specially selected the two red envelopes with inscriptions as auspicious words of blessing to the younger generation.

He handed the red envelope to Yao Xianzhi and said with a smile: "I'll help you and give it to Yao Lingzhi later, and give it to her child. I, Uncle Chen, will use it as a way to make up for the New Year's money I've owed over the years."

Yao Lingzhi was married a long time ago and now has a pair of children, but both children are not very old now.

Similar to Chen Ping'an, many monks on the mountain like to collect all kinds of summer money with many inscriptions, similar to "spending money", to open furnaces and town treasuries, hang lanterns to welcome the spring, and wish birthdays and new years. The inscriptions are various. In this matter

, Chen Pingan has been traveling for so many years, and has never fallen behind. Privately, he has collected six sets of the twelve zodiac signs "Xiaoshu Money", three sets of "Moon Order Flower God Money", and one set with the Qun Yushan inscription engraved inside.

Chen Ping'an spent a lot of private money on the "Thirty-six Tiangang" Xiaoshu money. He took the Guyu money in his hand and gave it to Wei Wenlong, the accountant of Luopo Mountain, to take care of it. He helped pay attention to those Xiaoshu money with strange inscriptions. Whenever he encountered it,

Get started.

In this matter, Liu Caishen of Aaizhou is the master-level figure, and he has collected many unique items that are known as unparalleled in the world.

Yao Xianzhi put away the red envelope and said with a smile: "Those two children will go crazy after receiving this lucky money."

My uncle has no authority at all among them. The two children have been weird and clever since they were young, and they are both stubborn and wild. I only want to ask myself some landscape stories about Mr. Chen, and shout

Only when you are an uncle can you be more sincere.

No, during the first month of this year, the two children must kowtow to their uncle a few more times before they can give out red envelopes.

Yao Zhen asked casually: "Wu Chen is not in Tongyezhou. He has gone to Haoran Tianxia. We only have one Zhiming Grandmaster Huang Yiyun in Pushan. Have you two met?"

Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "I've met before. We met for the first time at Yunku Blessed Land. Later, something happened. Master Yeshan agreed to Xiandu Mountain to be a guest guest."

Yao Xianzhi said doubtfully: "Why didn't you tell me last time in Mirage City?"

Mr. Fu Yin secretly rejoiced, hey, in Mr. Chen's sect, wouldn't he be on an equal footing with Pushan Huang Yiyun?

Chen Pingan said angrily: "What are you talking about?"

Old General Yao clicked his tongue and said: "That is a great beauty. On the Flower God Mountain Rouge List of Yunku Blessed Land, Old Sect Master Jiang did not dare to include her in it, otherwise she would be among the top three in the positive reviews and she would not be able to escape. Look.

This visit was not in vain."

The old man took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "Can you hold it?"

Chen Pingan was speechless.

Yao Xianzhi finally found an opportunity and joked: "If it were me, facing such a beautiful and fragrant mountain immortal master, who is also a female martial artist, I would definitely be unable to control myself, and I would not be able to sleep at night."

Chen Ping'an laughed and said: "You can't sleep at night? You are tossing and turning, right? If you hurt your waist, it will make things worse. You can do it, Xianzhi. You are a good man. It turns out that you don't want to harm the girl because you are afraid of marrying into a family and leaving a widow?"

Yao Xianzhi almost suffered internal injuries, so he had to drink a big sip of warm rice wine.

The old man asked with a smile: "Since you are both great masters, can we learn from each other?"

Chen Pingan nodded, "We won."

The old man asked again: "What if we face that Wu Shu?"

Chen Pingan thought for a while, then nodded and said: "We can win."

It's just that it won't be easy to win. After all, Wu Shu is a martial artist who has worked hard for many years on the Guizhen level. In addition to removing all the talisman restrictions on his hands and feet, Chen Ping'an also needs to have a more determined attitude of winning and losing, and completely let go.

Use your hands and feet to ask for punches.

Nowadays, Chen Pingan and Renwenquan can roughly be divided into four situations.

Suppressing the environment, not suppressing the environment, whether there are any talisman restrictions on the body, and the last kind of "revealing the true body, the posture of the city head".

Liu Zong knocked lightly, pushed the door open, rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "What can you win if you win?"

Yao Xianzhi poured another bowl of wine to Liu Zong and said, "We are talking about Huang Yiyun and Wu Sheng, the martial sage."

Liu Zong shook the wine bowl and smelled the aroma of the wine. He turned to look at the swordsman in green shirt who was no longer drinking and stretched out his hand to warm himself by the fire. He glanced at the stack of narrow knives on his waist and asked: "When will you, the great disciple who founded the mountain?"

Reaching the limit?”

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "It is already."

Liu Zong drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp, and his whole old face was wrinkled with worry. He hesitated for a moment and whispered: "Actually, I have always wanted to find an opportunity to have a boxing match with Huang Yiyun. Unfortunately, last time in Taoye

When I met with Du, she went to discuss business with our Majesty as the owner of Pushan Mountain, so I can’t say anything. Now, why bother to seek far away from the near, right or wrong?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Just wait for Brother Liu's words."

Liu Zong said with a bitter face: "I am in the Golden Body Realm. I can't cover the earth and travel far away. It's not appropriate to ask about boxing on the boat. Let's talk about it when we get to Xiandu Mountain?"

Chen Pingan said: "No need to bother."

In an instant, the world and the earth changed. Only the brazier remained, and the four people were still sitting around the fire. But other than that, there was nothing left in the world.

The four people and the brazier all seemed to be wandering in vain, as if they were suspended in an endless and vast ancient secret realm.

Yao Xianzhi lightly stomped his feet, causing ripples under his feet, as if he were stepping on a calm lake.

Chen Pingan stood up, moved sideways, and stood in the void a hundred feet away from the brazier. With one hand behind his back and the other hand in front of him, he invited with a smile: "Warrior Liu Zong, just punch."

Liu Zong sat there, his scalp numb, as if he was sitting on pins and needles.

It's strange to say that this boy Chen Ping'an, who was wearing a snow-white robe and carrying a sword, accidentally entered the blessed land and killed the invincible old man Ding Ying. What feats and deeds did Liu have done in the past few years after leaving the Ouhua blessed land? In fact, Liu

Zong Yin has become the chief minister of the Daquan Yao family, and everyone has heard about it. Even the last time they reunited in Mirage City, Chen Pingan was already the last hidden official and a well-deserved swordsman of the upper five realms.

He was a fairy, but Liu Zong didn't feel any pressure when getting along with him or standing with him. But at this moment, Liu Zong instinctively came up with the idea that he shouldn't fight with him, but should only drink, chat and spank.

Yao Xianzhi held back his laughter, and was about to tease Liu Chongfeng a few words, when he saw his grandfather gently shaking his head, indicating that he should not speak.

Liu Zong took a deep breath, smiled suddenly, stood up slowly, and walked towards Chen Ping'an. After standing still, he took out a horn knife from his sleeve that had not been used for many years.

It is not a magic sword of high quality. It is quite sharp against enemies in my hometown, but it is not very good in this vast world. It is not even of a magic weapon quality.

It's just that this boxing fight probably won't keep this old man who has been dependent on each other all his life. Looking down at the horn knife, the old man can't help but feel distressed and a little sad.

Liu Zong said frankly: "In this boxing competition, our realms are very different, so I will have murderous intentions, and I won't be murderous at all. You should be more patient."

Chen Ping'an nodded, then slipped out two short knives from his two green sleeves, which were as narrow as daggers. He threw one of the short knives to Liu Zong, "Use my short knife. It's tougher and can make you worry-free."

If you are worried, it will be more refreshing to use the knife."

Liu Zong breathed a sigh of relief. After putting away the horn knife, he gave the dagger-like short knife a beautiful polish. He lifted it up and looked at it. The inscription was "Morning Dew". Liu Zong smiled and asked, "Have you said anything?"

Chen Pingan introduced: "The real name is 'Zhulu', which is the Cao Zi dagger recorded in official history."

The short knife in Chen Pingan's hand has the inscription "Muxia". Like the Cao Zi dagger, the inscription is a deception. Chen Pingan has never found any clues about this knife for so many years. Since it can be of the same rank as Cao Zi's dagger, it must be

It has a good origin, and it was acquired from the hands of an assassin from the Kalu Mountain, so Chen Ping'an took advantage of the situation and named it "Kalu".

Liu Zong looked appreciatively, nodded and said: "A good sword has a good name, especially for the current sword holder."

Liu Zong's figure disappeared in a flash, dragging out a blade of firefly between his original spot and his green shirt.

Chen Ping'an remained motionless, raised an arm, twisted the tip of the Zhulu knife with two fingers, slapped it with one palm, and threw it heavily on Liu Zong's face. Liu Zong fell to the ground on the spot, and Chen Ping lost the dagger.

Ping An kicked Liu Zong in the head again, and instantly he slid dozens of feet away.

Chen Ping'an still stood where he was, but gently threw the dagger back to Liu Zong.

Liu Zong jumped up, reached out to catch the dagger, wiped the blood on his face with the back of his hand, then tilted his head and spat out a large mouthful of bruises, and said with an angry smile: "What a good boy, you can't even put yourself under pressure?"

Chen Pingan asked back: "Is there a difference between suppressing the situation and not suppressing the situation? Don't you still need me to stop my hand again and again to prevent me from accidentally beating you to death?"

Yao Xianzhi, who was watching the battle from a distance, widened his eyes. Listening to Mr. Chen's words, he suddenly felt a little strange, as if he had never really known Mr. Chen.

The old general drank wine and said with a smile: "How do you think he has gotten through these years?"

One kind of rice can feed hundreds of people, and hundreds of kinds of rice can feed one person.

For people in this world, it is not easy to make a living. The hardships and hardships here are not enough for outsiders. Perhaps the only words and all the truths are that swordsmanship is only about the sword, and martial arts is only about boxing.
To be continued...