Jin Qing said: "When something is really done, I can send a message and let Yuan Bai decide where to practice."

Before Chen Ping'an left the Jinqing Dojo, he presented a green bamboo folding fan and said with a smile: "It's not respectful to talk about showing off your heart."

Jin Qing took the folding fan and knew as soon as he took it that it was truly "disrespectful". He smiled and said a polite word, "Sorry for the poor reception."

When Chen Pingan and his entourage left Beiyue, Jin Qing opened the folding fan, and there was an inscription on the fan.

Thousands of mountains embrace the mountains, hundreds of rivers merge into the courtyard, the gates of the country are vast and green, giant spirits guard the mountains, and swords lie in frost battles. It has been thousands of years to create this great hero.

Learn from the master, be popular, have the spirit of the country, be chivalrous and courageous, use it to control the fortune, use the sun and the moon as a clear guide, and have the heart of an old minister.

Jin Qing had a smile on his face, closed the folding fan, held it tightly in his hand, looked at the mountains and rivers in the distance, and said softly: "He who has gained the Tao will be helped."

After that, Chen Pingan took Qing Tong to Dongyue and Xiyue.

The two tigers were quite polite, opening their doors to entertain guests, and even held a banquet in honor of Chen Ping'an.

But after hearing about the young Yin Guan’s purpose, the final result was two words, one meaning.

The Dongyue Mountain Lord, who was relatively tactful, said with a smile that this matter was against his true intentions and that Chen Yinguan's trip would be in vain.

As for Xiyue Mountain Lord, he said that Tongyezhou, which has a broken heart, is simply a puddle of mud that cannot be helped. Master Chen, who has ever seen someone stick a stick of incense in the mud?

Qing Tong muttered: "The tigers of Aquarius Continent are like this. They are so exhausted that they didn't let you get shut down. They finally entered the mountain gate and invited you to drink a cup of tea. But after that, the five mountains of Central Earth and the five tigers...

It just makes the shelf bigger, what should I do?"

Compared with the last time when Qing Tong was led by the nose, this time when he traveled to the mountains in his dream, Chen Pingan made it clear to Qing Tong where and whom he wanted to meet.

Wearing a blue shirt, it is like walking in the void, surrounded by a dreamlike glaze, which is a wonderful scenery that can only be seen by wading in the long river of time.

Chen Ping'an said with a calm face: "The boat arrives at Qiaotou Road to look for mountains. Take one step at a time to see what else we can do."

Qingtong asked: "Don't you feel aggrieved at all?"

Chen Ping'an couldn't help but laugh at this question. He rubbed his face gently with both hands, "Qing Tong, you have been at the top of the mountain for too long. Besides thinking about sword cultivation, it makes you feel useless.

If you are willing, I can help you say hello to the Confucian Temple and allow you to travel across continents at will. I don't have the ability, but I am still somewhat confident that you can leave the Demon Town Tower and travel around a continent.

of."

"If I had this idea, wouldn't I tell the Confucian Temple myself?"

"I have a friend who once said that people should not be led by face."

"Besides, don't think that if the Holy Master once visited the Demon Suppressing Tower once, you will really be able to do anything."

"The officialdom of mountains and rivers is also a public practice. There are many rules and regulations. County officials are not as good as current ones. They are all applicable. You can't pretend to pass on the imperial edict and talk nonsense to the Confucian Temple, saying that the sage master agreed to this, right?

Then tell it for yourself. Let’s not talk about the three chief and deputy leaders of the Chinese Confucian Temple, the Academy’s Jijiu, and the Siye. You must be unfamiliar with them and have never met them. So you will only talk about Tongyezhou Dafu and Tianmu.

, the three local academies in Wuxi, plus the accompanying sages who sit in the sky, who do you know? So let alone making an exception and saying good things for you, it is probably just some things that are inherently feasible or not.

It’s all just bad.”

"Just now I took the initiative to speak, and you just nodded. But if you bypass me and are rejected by the Confucian Temple, you will lose a lot of face."

"Well, people, whether they are cultivating in the mountains or making a living at the bottom of the mountains, that is to say, they want to have face everywhere when they go out, but they cannot live just for face and do not take care of the firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea at hand. It is difficult to be realistic in practice and be pragmatic.

Is it true that Hou Qiuxu went down the mountain to change things?"

Qing Tong was speechless.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Now, to avoid a cold moment, you can say 'it makes sense' again."

Qingtong said: "Do you like to reason so much?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "That's a friend of mine you haven't seen before. By the way, he will attend the ceremony of the next sect. He should be in Xiandu Mountain now. I will ask him to come to your house as a guest later. You can treat him as a guest."

My face?"

Qingtong asked: "Who?"

God knows who you'll have at your door.

Chen Pingan said: "It's Liu Jinglong, the leader of the Taihui Sword Sect, a man who is good at reasoning and likes to drink. We have agreed in advance that my friend has an unrivaled capacity for drinking. Is there a lot of fairy wine stored in the Demon Town Tower?"

There are few sword cultivators in the world who do not drink alcohol. Qing Tong said: "I have heard of this person. It seems that his realm is not high now. He is just a Jade Pu realm sword cultivator, right?"

Chen Ping'an clicked his tongue and said, "Isn't your realm high?"

If Liu Jinglong were a local swordsman in the Great Wall of Sword Qi, he would probably be taught swordsmanship by the boss swordsman himself.

Let's just say that Liu Jinglong's natal flying sword will definitely be rated as "A-top" in the summer palace. This is because the highest grade is only "A-top".

I have to admit that it seems quite easy to get along with Qingtong, the great monk on the top of the mountain, after having been together for a long time.

Let’s look at the other few, the old master of the Taoist temple, Zheng Juzhong of Baidi City, Wu Shuangjiang of the New Year’s Eve Palace...

If they have the status of fourteenth-level monks, then even Pei Min, who is a swordsman in the Ascension Realm, the pressure that Pei Min brought to Chen Ping'an during that sudden sword-asking in the rain was incomparable to Qing Tong.

Regarding Liu Jinglong's visit, Qing Tong neither refused nor agreed, but when he thought of the gatekeeper with a hairpin on his head at the foot of the mountain, Qing Tong couldn't hold it back, his voice trembled uncontrollably, and he asked a strange question.

, "Is he really him?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Guess."

Qing Tong gritted his teeth and snorted coldly, not daring to continue to inquire further.

Sword cultivator, sword cultivator, in words and deeds, one is really meaner than the other.

Chen Ping'an laughed and said, "Why are you still swearing?"

Qing Tong's face was gloomy, "You can already hear my heart?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Guess again."

Qing Tong was furious, "Enough is enough!"

Chen Pingan laughed it off, remained silent for a moment, and asked for no reason: "Where did the words we spoke end up?"

Probably because he didn't expect any answers from Qing Tong, Chen Pingan asked and answered himself: "Is it like a comparison between two mirrors?"

Nanyue.

It was a drizzly and hazy hour, with continuous rain and muddy mountain roads that made it difficult to navigate, which made people watching outside the mountains worried.

The female tiger fan Junmao looked around and found himself in the pavilion where he entertained guests last time. "They say that only when you think about it during the day will you dream about it at night. What's going on?"

Fan Junmao clasped his hands behind his back, gathered around the green shirt, and said with a smile: "Only for the gods of mountains and rivers to entrust others with dreams, so you can do it. Tell me, what do you think I am doing, am I sneaking around and doing that kind of thing?"

Fan Junmao glanced sideways at Qing Tong, "This? Isn't it superfluous for her to appear here?"

Fan Junmao pretended to be surprised and said: "I understand, I understand, but Lord Yin Guan has a bit of a strong taste."

Chen Ping'an had no expression on his face, "Are you done?"

Fan Junmao stopped his joking expression, stopped, sat on a bench, and asked: "Is the vision of heaven and earth that occurred in Bai Yujing earlier related to you?"

Chen Pingan nodded and did not deny it.

Fan Junmao clicked his tongue and marveled. They all say that a person's temperament is easy to change, but this guy is indeed a good boy.

The only difference is their status. They should treat each other with admiration after three days apart.

My younger brother Fan Er has always been a fool.

Fan Junmao leaned against the railing, crossed his legs, and placed his hands across the railing. He was originally in a lazy mood. But after hearing Chen Ping'an's business experience, Fan Junmao suddenly became energetic. The transaction was fair and he made a small profit!

Ouch, I never thought that it’s already New Year’s Eve and I can still have a good New Year?

As for the monk in green clothes who dared not meet anyone, Fan Junmao didn't even have to take a look at him, because she immediately saw through his humble and low-level background.

After all, in addition to being a tiger on the stage, Fan Junmao also has a more hidden origin.

So what if it's an Ascended Realm monk? It's just a slightly larger ant.

Just like Na Zhigui, it doesn't matter if he is a real dragon. In the ancient times ten thousand years ago, he was still a long-bodied reptile.

The supreme leader at that time found Fan Junmao, who had already woken up and remembered his past identity. Just because Fan Junmao said the wrong thing, the other party almost killed her with a sword, but Fan Junmao was still content.

You must know that Fan Junmao's divine status in ancient heaven was not low, and he was considered to be a being with lower status than the twelve.

Qing Tong secretly swallowed, because he vaguely recognized that this person had a bad look. It was not that Qing Tong had a unique vision, but that after Fan Junmao became a female tiger, she intentionally or unintentionally restored part of her true appearance. Qing Tong happened to have

I met her once from a distance and I remember her deeply.

Maybe human monks who are also in the Ascension Realm are "younger" than Qingtong, and even have lower cultivation levels and lower lethality. How do they look at "Fan Junmao" and these remnants of the Shinto?

, it will be a completely different perspective.

Chen Ping'an looked at Fan Junmao and said with a smile: "The look was like this ten thousand years ago, and it will still be the same ten thousand years later. So what is the point of working hard to temper the golden body of the gods in this life?"

Qing Tong, who was on Chen Pingan's side, was used to hearing riddles and derogatory remarks. He was a little touched for a while and felt a little uncomfortable.

Fan Junmao stared intently at this brazen young swordsman. Her eyes were cold and her face was uncertain. After a moment, she suddenly smiled and nodded frequently: "As for the official rank of the hidden official, whoever has the final say has the final say."

For a moment, Fan Junmao felt like he had completely cut himself off from the previous moment, and asked with a smile: "Do you want me to call Fan Er over?"

Chen Ping'an seemed to be in a similar situation. He shook his head and said with a smile: "No, I will definitely have a drink with him on my way back home from Tongyezhou."

Fan Junmao's eyes were playful, "Drinking flower wine?"

Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "Two big gentlemen are just drinking flower wine, what's the problem?"
To be continued...