The white-haired boy sitting at the door basking in the sun was a little listless. When he saw Chen Ping'an coming here to check the accounts, he just called out to the ancestor Yinguan.

Compared to the past, it is slightly different. In two adjacent shops, there is a "long wooden bench" most common in rural villages. Neighbors, if you have something to do, there is a place to settle down and sit together to chat.

Chen Ping'an sat aside, shook his long blue shirt and long jacket, raised his legs, and asked casually, "Do you want to go to Tongyezhou to practice? There is a small cave heaven over there, Bai Xuan, Cheng Chaolu and a few children. Now they are practicing swords inside. I can ask Cui Dongshan to build a temple mansion for you. Money, I'll go out. The entire sect's territory is hundreds of miles in a radius. Now it's your own territory. If you get there, if you are interested, you can also guide Cheng Chaolu.

Among them, there is a little girl named Chai Wu, who has excellent qualifications to practice Taoism. She is Wei Xian’s great disciple. If you have a mixed knowledge, you must be no problem in teaching anyone. If you have a mountain with your preference, you will tell Cui Dongshan that it is my intention and let him assign it to you directly. Just think of Kaifeng, which is not held for celebrations. The genealogy of the Qingping Peak Patriarch Hall, is dedicated to the guest, and you can choose it. In the future, if you meet a good qualification and want to accept disciples, you can do whatever you want."

Because of Bai Jing's arrival, Qilong Lane can easily attract some interested people to spy, while Qingping Sword Sect can hide people even more.

A peak sword cultivator at the Ascension Realm, especially the wild demon clan who has lived for thousands of years, is far more noticeable than a new sect in terms of identity and strength.

The gray-haired boy still couldn't lift his energy and said ill: "The road is too far, I can't move."

"It's good to be a choreographer here. I've been familiar with it. I can go back and start over there, work hard and preaching Taoist boxing to others, which is even more troublesome. I'm not good at this."

"Old Ancestor Yinguan, you can't be bored with the old and old. You just have a few more people like Cui Peanut and Xie Dog, so you can drive me away. Not to mention anything else, just my loyalty is not a part of the circle."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Since you don't want to move, just forget it."

The white-haired boy sniffed, looked left and right, and sneaked out a booklet from his sleeve, "The boxing book is alive. There are thirty-six pictures in total, which are thirty-six punches. Qingming Tianxia Shunshi martial artists have gained fame, good goods at the bottom of the box, and ordinary good punches are not qualified to be recorded in the book. You know what someone's vision is and how picky you are. You know more than me."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "It's useful to give it to me a few years ago. Now it's not very meaningful."

That being said, he was not slow to reach out, and Chen Ping'an even put himself in his sleeves without even looking.

This sentence is not entirely a good thing when you get a cheaper one. Just like the boxing technique of Pushan from six immortal pictures, the benefits to Chen Ping'an's boxing skills are actually extremely limited. If it weren't for the need to teach boxing, Chen Ping'an might not have been so exhausted to improve it, improve Pushan's boxing theory, and try to lower the threshold for ordinary martial artists to learn boxing, and then compile it into a book.

It seems that the more you learn boxing and the higher your level, the more you can feel the preciousness of the mountain-shaking boxing.

Of course, Chen Ping'an also wanted to compile a boxing book that belongs entirely to his own, which would allow the pure martial artists of the two sects to gradually practice and steadily reach a higher level in the next ten, hundred and thousands of years. Then, like Pushan Yuncaotang, the children of later generations could continuously improve the boxing book and surpass the blue ones.

Chen Ping'an suddenly asked: "Have you heard of alternative insights about the third level of Wufu's stamina?"

The white-haired boy shook his head, "I'm not a martial arts practitioner, I can't tell me this. I probably didn't take it seriously if I said it."

Chen Ping'an apologized: "We shouldn't talk about this."

The white-haired boy grinned, "I don't look like the ancestor of Yinguan."

After returning to the truth, from the nine realms of martial arts to the level of stamina, it is also very important to pay attention to it, especially the qi.

When the martial artist enters the level of Guizhen, he needs to melt his martial arts experience, stubble and moves, boxing and boxing techniques, find the word "concise" and achieve the word "return to the essence".

As for what is "god"? Chen Ping'an is still exploring, and he can only think about it himself, and there is no other way. When he was practicing boxing on the second floor of the bamboo building, the old man never talked about these things. The occasionally related words were mostly unpleasant words. For example, you, Chen Ping'an, who is as physically as paper and as scattered as paste, dared to hope for the ten realms on the top of the mountain? You can make a half-fold in this life and become a martial artist in the fifth realm, and you should burn the incense...

In Chen Ping'an's view, Zhu Lian was lying in the realm of a long travel realm every day, but he thought about the mystery and barriers of Guizhen all day long.

There is a severity of boxing, but no matter how high or low the boxing method is.

This is a truth that ordinary people don’t have enough confidence.

But Zhu Lian doesn’t have to speak, that’s the reason.

After all, it was the first martial madman in the history of Ouhua Blessing Land to slaughter the remaining nine people in the world.

Zhu Lian's heart is so high and his state of mind is so broad that even Chen Ping'an dares not say that he can see it in detail.

The white-haired boy went from sitting to squatting, probably like this, and then he was silent in his pairs, basking in the warm sunshine of early spring, lazy.

Chen Ping'an traveled thousands of miles, his thoughts were like stepping on the watermelon skin, and he thought of wherever he thought.

Buddhist Zen Buddhism has always had two theories: "pressing the head on the head" and "original appearance".

Chen Ping'an suddenly remembered the many broken statues of the immortal tomb.

It seems that there is a statue of a god with three heads and six arms that subdues magic.

After shaking his sleeves, Chen Ping'an closed his eyes, meditated for a while, and hesitated for a while after opening his eyes. He did not get up, but just sat and pinched the steps and formed the seals. The speed was extremely fast, and there were more than twenty kinds in an instant.

But Chen Ping'an stopped quickly.

The white-haired boy also pretended not to know it. When Chen Ping'an stopped the series of dazzling movements, the white-haired boy squatting on the long wood suddenly smiled.

"One plus one equals two, and children wearing open crotch pants know that five plus five equals ten, and the answer is also obvious."

"But you say one plus one equals two, three equals five, and two plus three finally equals ten."

"Someone insists on saying that it is equal to eight or nine, but they don't have to say that it is one or two."

"One plus ten is eleven, one is not eleven, ten is not eleven, and ten is not eleven. If ten is missing, everyone can see it, so this kind of mistake is not very common, but if one is missing, it is relatively hidden."

"That's true for ten, so what about one hundred, ten million, so someone said that all the knowledge in the world is determined to do subtraction, and it is best to reduce to no one left, and almost no one is willing to do addition."

Chen Ping'an first smiled knowingly, then laughed out loud, then smiled all over his face, and finally started to laugh.

Instead, it was the white-haired boy's turn to find it strange, "Is it funny?"

This is actually just a strange statement from Wu Shuangjian back then. At that time, the Taoist name "natural" and the palace maid cultivator did not find anything funny.

I just thought it was Wu Shuangzhao who was thinking randomly, but he had always been like this.

Of course, Chen Ping'an is a very subtle and restrained person. He is not the kind of person who exposes his emotions and anger, but he is not the kind of person who is gloomy and silent all day long. Even in the prison of the old deaf child in the Great Wall of Sword Qi, Chen Ping'an will have joy in his suffering and often has some inexplicable antics. In Chen Ping'an's own words, people can endure hardships, but they cannot have any bitterness.

But in the memory of the white-haired boy, Chen Ping'an smiled like he is now, which is something he has never seen before.

Chen Ping'an was indeed not pretending, but was really happy. He finally stopped laughing and nodded, "It's very funny!"

The white-haired boy nodded his mouth, "You are all weird people."

Chen Ping'an crossed his legs, folded his hands on his knees, and smiled and said, "Scholars quarrel, even if it is a gentleman's dispute, they often dislike step by step and reasoning step by step. Well, they are not good at it. It is rare that they are reasonable from beginning to end. There are not many examples. Of course, the debate in Ehu can be considered one, the second-class. In the past, Su Zi's disciples had a good dispute over poetry and physicality. When they were once again, they began to express benevolence, righteousness and morality. The most despicable thing is to only talk about personal morality. Where things in the world are fun,

It is often the last one, but it is the most killer and has been passed down the longest time, such as father-in-law tearing ashes, tortured prostitutes and girls... Whenever they mention it, they will first make a conclusion and then reverse it. Anyway, since virtue is a loss, all knowledge is definitely dross, and how clear the specific development context of the Confucian veins? Confucian scholars and wise men of all generations, of course, I mean those who are truly responsible scholars, how many attempts, how many detours they have taken, how much effort and price they have paid for it... I really don’t know what is like now, what will happen in a thousand years, ten thousand years," he said.

In the history of Buddhism, not only was the difference between the Mahayana and Hinayana, but the most spectacular Zen lineage, which was later the most spectacular, and the earlier Digong masters, the scholars with profound Buddhist principles, and the lawyers who strictly followed the martial arts. Even within Zen, there were constant disputes and mutual questioning, which led to so many cases, lamp records, chanting the ancients and reading the verbal topics... Just like Chen Ping'an often repeated "Biyan Records", "Empty Valley Collection" and "Congrong'an Records" in the summer palace.

If you don’t like reading, you will naturally recognize that what the book says is useless.

If you like reading, you will naturally feel happy that reading is for the next life.

But whether you like reading or not seems to have little to do with what kind of person you become.

Perhaps just like the abbot of Ouhua Fudixinxiang Temple in the past said, how we view this world, the world will view us.

The white-haired boy said calmly: "Do you have to read more?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "What I mean by reading is not just about books."

Chen Ping'an thought he could not do it if he could live a bad life calmly.

But Chen Ping'an has seen such a person.

In the years when Shujian Lake was hitting the wall, I once saw a poor old woman dressed in clean clothes.

So much so that Chen Ping'an would think that such people are Bodhisattvas in the suffering world.

A child grows up, especially after his parents leave, it is like a door, missing a large door, and death stands outside the door, and it is this person's turn to look at him.

The white-haired boy turned his head and said softly: "Old Master Yin Guan, wipe your tears."

Chen Ping'an was stunned for a moment, raised his hand, but before he could touch his face, he smiled so much that he slapped him.

The white-haired boy tilted his head and avoided it, feeling very good, laughing loudly.

Xie Gou was not at the shop, so he probably posted those dog skin plasters again, fighting wits and courage with the wealthy families in Fulu Street and Taoye Lane?

Chen Ping'an stood up and walked into the shop. Shi Rou, the shopkeeper of the agency, immediately took out the account book. Chen Ping'an stood by the counter and flipped through the account book casually. He glanced at the child who looked down at a strange novel and asked, "Junchen, I heard from the shopkeeper of Hongzhu Town that you like to buy books there on credit?"

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It is very difficult for this pioneer disciple who is the pioneer, to take the initiative to call himself the ancestor.

Zhou Junchen rarely felt guilty and became a little mute, trying to pretend to be deaf and get away with it.

If Chen Ping'an talks to him about his seniority, Zhou Junchen is never afraid, but it has something to do with money, so the child will be a little bit courageous, and three cents will stump the hero.

Chen Ping'an said, "I passed by the book shop before and helped you settle the dozens of taels of silver accounts. I also helped you pay some money. Don't owe money to buy books in the future."

When a little bastard buys books, he is so arrogant and heroic. He doesn’t know who taught him. Pei Qian, who is a master of his children, will never teach this way.

When Zhou Junchen heard this, he smiled and said that when he was at the ancestor, he had a rare smile on his face.

Unexpectedly, the ancestor immediately added, "What I mean is that you don't pay on credit to the bookstore. It sounds bad if you spread it. There is no problem if you owe me money. You can pay it back slowly in the future and deduct it from your monthly salary."

Shi Rou held back her laughter. Regarding this matter, the little mute who said nothing to her was very confident. She originally wanted to borrow money from her master Pei Qian to repay the debt. According to Zhou Junchen's small calculation, you, a master, would you lend money to your apprentice and would have the nerve to ask for debt in the future?

As a result, this ancestor was stabbed today, and the confusing debt suddenly became unambiguous. Zhou Junchen had already regretted it now. If he had known it, he would not have bought so many.

Chen Ping'an asked again: "Who came up with the idea of ​​the signboard of Niujiaodu?"

Zhou Junchen took a lot of money and said, "The way I came up with alone! It has nothing to do with others!"

After all, children are indecent experience in the world, and there is no silver here.

Shi Rou was immediately a little worried. The rules of the Luopo Mountain are extremely relaxed.

But once Chen Ping'an, who is the mountain master, determines something, he will definitely be very serious.

The little mute was still not afraid at all and was very annoyed. Sure enough, he was not in the same way as this ancestor. Why did the master find such a master?

Shi Rou reached out and gently pulled the child's sleeves under the counter, signaling him to accept the favor quickly and not be stubborn.

Unexpectedly, Chen Ping'an nodded, "It's still too petty. You can turn around and add to the Yuanling Temple of Zhixuan Peak in Beijuluzhou, the sword immortals of Fengxue Temple, Wei and Jin. They are all guest officials of our Luopo Mountain, and they are officially registered. Even if you pass by Niujiaodu in the future, you will not ask anyone to sue the sign when you see the sign. There are also the two direct disciples of the Master Wei, Wei Gusu and Wei Xianyou. I believe that they will be famous land sword immortals in the future. You can also add names and remember to state the realm. Now they are all golden elixirs. Then add brackets to the name and the realm."

The child asked in confusion: "Then he will be the Sword Immortal in the future? What's the use of writing a name now? Do you take up a seat? You can squat in the pit and don't poop, which will reduce the value of other shop customers in vain."
To be continued...