Chen Ping'an smiled and picked up the book on the ground and took away the dust.

Cen Yuanji walked down the mountain, and Zhu Lian and Wei Bo appeared at the mountain gate with Nuanshu and Xiaomili. Chen Lingjun even burst into tears and shouted at Brother Dafeng at the opening.

Chen Ping'an immediately threw the book to Zheng Dafeng. Zheng Dafeng pushed it with both hands and patted the book to Taoist Master Xianwei. The immortal wei was like receiving a hot potato and passing the flowers on the drum, and quickly threw it to the old chef.

Zhu Lian was confused at first, only looking at the cover title. It was a serious book. But he didn't have to read the contents of the old chef. He didn't need to read it carefully. He only looked at the new and old books, especially the pages with many corners. The old chef knew something was wrong. He looked calm and pushed Chen Lingjun's head away, and quietly put the book in his arms.

The group sat around the table, and the Nuan Tree was responsible for serving tea and water, distributing the seeds of millet grains, and then giving Zheng Dafeng an extra pack of dried fish, just to treat it as a welcome to Zheng Dafeng.

Even Cen Yuanji made an exception and stopped practicing boxing and sat side by side with the two little girls. No matter what, Zheng Dafeng was the first janitor of Luopo Mountain. Although his eyes were not right, he was always frivolous. This man left his hometown for many years and returned, and she should have stopped sitting down in terms of emotion and reason.

Chen Lingjun and Zheng Dafeng sat on a bench, picked up one of Zheng Dafeng's hands, and patted the back of his hand, "Dafeng, brother misses you."

This is really not a polite word. When Zheng Dafeng was the janitor, Chen Lingjun was able to get some energy every day. It was a life of a god. Taoist Master Xianwei was not as funny as the Dafeng brothers.

Zhu Lian and Wei Bo were of course extremely happy about Zheng Dafeng's return home, but they did not politely greet Zheng Dafeng. There was no need for close friends and fellow disciples for many years.

If you really want to worry about it, the first small hill in Luopo Mountain was actually the three of them, but later, there was a similar smell in Chief Zhou.

The secret lineage of Pei Qian and his friends' bamboo house genealogy is actually not as good as Chen Lingjun, and they don't know what the ancestor Jing Qing in Yunzi's mind has been doing for so many years.

Zheng Dafeng looked up at the Luopo Mountain. The man nodded gently, quite contented. The flowers on the green mountain bloomed like embroidered cheeks, as if they were charming for my return.

The man smiled and looked at Cen Yuanji sitting opposite the table.

When I saw that Sister Cen was still unmarried, I was probably infatuated and waiting for Brother Dafeng to come home?

Cen Yuanji nodded with a stern face.

Zheng Dafeng smiled knowingly, but Miss Cen was still reserved and always pretended not to care about it on her side.

In recent years, I ran back and forth in Feishengcheng wine shop and the Hanxing Palace. Whenever I drank and missed my homesickness, I always remembered Miss Cen's boxing posture when she went up the mountain and went down the mountain.

How charming is that I can teach a loyal man who originally planned to keep his body as jade all his life. His mind has changed by looking at it.

Chen Ping'an asked curiously: "Why did you go back?"

A pure martial artist who wants to learn to practice Qi in the Ascension Realm and travel far away to other people's world. After all, he has bare hands and fists and cannot control his own objects to open up the Tao, so he can get the magic of the martial artist to the first level.

Especially if you want to "walk in the water" in the long river of time without getting lost, it is indeed too harsh for a pure warrior.

There is also another way to go, which is to obtain exception approval from the Confucian Temple, such as Zhao Yao, the assistant minister of the Ministry of Justice of Dali. However, this is because in addition to being the lineage of Wen Sheng, Zhao Yao can also be regarded as an unknown disciple of Bai Ye. It just so happened that the old scholar and Bai Ye, both joined forces to establish the merit of "creating the world" in the "early of Hongmeng" of the colorful world.

Zheng Dafeng is obviously not on these two roads.

"The mountain man has his own tricks."

Zheng Dafeng smiled and took out a rare object flowing through his sleeve, which was like a date pit and a length of his fingers, but it didn't look like an old thing on the mountain.

Chen Ping'an took it into his hand, weighed it a few times, but he didn't feel it heavy, and he said in confusion: "Is it a shuttle for weaving?"

Zheng Dafeng kept it aside and smiled and said, "What is the mountain master's eyesight? I can only see that this thing is the loom and weft? Try pouring some spiritual energy inside."

When Chen Ping'an poured spiritual energy into the shuttle like pouring water, a simple and simple thing that was not visible and did not show the mountains and waters would appear. He saw a rainbow light flashing like an arrow flying in the subtle wood grain of the shuttle. If he held his breath and looked closely for a long time, he could occasionally see a snow-white horse trampling on the flying arrows and rainbow lights, like birds and birds flying on the branches. The white horse ignored the waterway constraints of the "river bed" wood grain and was wandering between the two lines of the way. What a sun and moon, time was like arrows, and white horses passed by, and ox and donkeys walked on the bridge. It was actually a token of talisman that could ignore the rules of the great road and pass through the long river of time at will?

Zheng Dafeng left his hometown in his early years and had an agreement with Old Man Yang that when he would return to Haoran and how to return, there were arrangements.

Zheng Dafeng started to sell melons and boast about himself. He gently slapped the table with his palm, and became a storyteller, saying: "In ancient times, the old Yuzhou in the north of Chuzhou had many thunderstorms during the day, and over time it became a great siege. The water contained the true meaning of thunder and lightning. Later, an unknown immortal who was able to achieve the Tao, sailed on the thunder siege, formed nets to fish, accidentally picked up a shuttle and hung it on the fishing net. When the shuttle appeared in the world, the clear sky was thunderbolt. A thunderstorm suddenly came. The shuttle turned into a dragon and fled far away, missing. According to legend, this thing has a great origin. It was once the Five Thunder Courtyards, one of the five Thunder Courts, one of the three departments of the ancient Lei Ministry, which was specially used to drive mountains and lakes, blow the sea and remove waves, and raise and lower yin and yang. Especially this thing is also one of the important tokens for shaking and killing the scattered land water and trampling the ban on banned dragons."

Chen Ping'an nodded when he heard this. It was rainy in ancient Shu at night and the water was open to the sea. Therefore, the wine in the gourd slaughtered by the waist of the Taoist Taoist was brewed with the strong water-like water rushing Danjiang River. In addition, the boundaries of Yuzhou often thundered during the day, which shocked thousands of dragons.

Zheng Dafeng encouraged: "Brother Jingqing, don't you touch this priceless thing?"

Because this thing was now deliberately detained by Chen Ping'an to the palm of his hand and not pour out. Otherwise, Chen Lingjun and Hong, the water-friendly dragon of this kind of dragon, would just take a look, just like ordinary people looking up at the scorching sun for a long time, which would really make them look at the eyes of the eyes of the sun, and they would be full of tears.

Chen Lingjun was eager to try, but he was careful to sail the ten thousand-year-old ship and laughed and said, "Do you think I am a fool? You have such a history and tell you so mysteriously, it must be hot."

Xiaomi Li said: "Children in the town often play the game of flying shuttles."

In the past, Pei Qian went to school to attend classes, but her right guardian of Qilong Lane often took her left guardian to wait at the entrance of the school, one left and one right, waiting for Pei Qian to get off school.

On the way back to Qilong Lane, I often see children gathering in the streets and alleys, holding long wooden sticks, hitting one end of the short shuttle on the ground. The shuttle flies in the air and then hits the stick. Each shuttle flies the farthest and wins. Children with good eyesight and strong strength can win more than a dozen shuttles for bets. After all, the shuttlecock needs to be pasted with a few copper coins. The short shuttlecock is the most common wood made and is not worth the money, so every child in every household has it.

Pei Qian had a lot of shuttles back then, all made of the shopkeeper Shi Rou cut wood. Her playmates at that time were only one millet, so they played. Whenever the shuttle left, they would take the left guard of Qilong Lane back. Occasionally, Pei Qian would make trouble. He saw the opportunity and shouted "Go away" and accurately drove the wooden shuttle into the roadside toilet. In fact, he had already learned the idea. The left guard of Qilong Lane who could refine the shape, the mood and expression of the mood and expression at that time can be imagined.

So as long as Pei Qian is here, he really dares not succeed in refining his body.

Zheng Dafeng gave Xiaomili a thumbs up, "I hit the nail on the head, this is the second origin of this shuttle, and why it fell into my hand all the way. As expected, the right guardian has good eyesight. I haven't seen him for several years, so I look at him with admiration!"

Xiaomili grinned, raised her hand and pressed it twice, "Don't be surprised by general knowledge."

Only when Zheng Dafeng and Liu Doushui were there, Xiaomi Li always felt that she was particularly smart.

Chen Ping'an returned the shuttle to Zheng Dafeng.

Zheng Dafeng carefully put his sleeves in his voice, and said in a secret voice to Chen Ping'an: "It was Li Huai, a bastard who was tired of playing when he was a child. In his early years, the bastard often came to the backyard of the medicine shop to play. The old man was afraid that Li Huai felt bored, so he created some wonderful objects with his own hands, including this shuttle. Li Huai never took it seriously. At that time, he wore open-crotch pants to play shuttles in the backyard every day. He played with it, and the backyard was in trouble. The marks made by the shuttles on the door and the windows.

Isn't they all still there now? Back then, I had to help my master sew window paper every time. That's nothing. Later, Li Huai took it home and couldn't find it. Then he came to the door empty-handedly and asked his master to give the whole shuttle. Of course, the old man didn't say anything from Li Huai. He immediately went to the utility room to work as a temporary carpenter, chopped wood and tiled wood flowers for the little boy, and created a new shuttle. He just told me, the apprentice, to get the things back, and if I can't find them, I don't have to go back."

After all, it involves Master and Li Huai. Even if everyone present is Luopo Mountain's own family, Zheng Dafeng should not reveal the secrets of heaven. He is cynical and heartless, and does not mean he is brainless.

What's more, putting aside the boxing skills, Li Er is nothing to say about the master and apprentice's inferiority. Can Li Er compare with him? After marrying a wife, she often blocked the door and scolded him in those years, and almost made his master and his old man so much that he was so angry that he was so angry that his wife was so angry that he was so angry that his wife was so angry that he was so angry that his senior brother Li Er had no work to make money and livelihood. She was unhappy in the pharmacy, sitting in the pharmacy, rolling all over the floor, scolding the old man who was a master for his men, was disrespectful to the old man, not a thing, an old bachelor, full of colorful intestines, and even his apprentice's wife was thinking about it. She either often went to her yard to squat in the corner of the wall at night, or wanted to get Li Er drunk, and then insisted on pulling her, a woman, to accompany her to drink...

Zheng Dafeng said helplessly: "As a result, I almost glared out my eyes. I looked through the streets and alleys of the town. I finally found the shuttle. You can't even imagine where I threw it out. It was a roadside toilet. In the pile of corn, Li Huai, this bastard, really throws things better than hides them."

Speaking of this, Zheng Dafeng, who was full of grievance, almost burst into tears on the spot. He was the most respectful person in his teacher and respectful way, and was almost forced to cut off his master-apprentice status because of this gadget.

After that, Chen Ping'an talked about the recent situation of the down-and-out mountain.

Wei Bo stood up and said that he had made an appointment with Chief Gao and wanted to take her to travel to Piyun Mountain.

Zheng Dafeng looked at the boy in Qingyi from the corner of his eyes. Chen Lingjun immediately understood it, and used a code word like a slander. He secretly raised a palm to Zheng Dafeng. While twisting his wrist, he was like drinking and punching. He gave him three signs of eight, seven and eight. This was a communication with the Dafeng brothers, telling the leader of the Hushan School, looking from the front, side, and back, how they looked at each of their respective looks.

Everything was indifferent. Zheng Dafeng nodded slightly, quite surprised, but the man was inevitably regretful. Even if the total score of the three was not changed, it would be even better if it was five, nine, and nine.

Since Zheng Dafeng knew it, he had to remind him: "Mr. Wei Shanjun, remember to give me a few good words. It is best to let that Gao Zheng come to my brothers to sit in his spare time. There is no need to deliberately exaggerate the facts, just tell her the truth, just say that the owner is elegant and the house is clean. Well, I'm going to dry the bedding now."

Wei Bo agreed with a smile.

After that, Nuanshu took Mili up the mountain and went busy. Zhu Lian wanted to cut trees and bamboos on Yuanmu Peak, and build a mansion and mountain road with his own hands, leaving Chen Lingjun to join in the fun here.

In fact, the most embarrassing thing is Taoist Master Xianwei.

Of course, he has been fascinated by Zheng Dafeng for a long time, but when the main master comes, he, the guest who is occupying the nest, must have to move his nest. Maybe he can't even maintain his identity as a gatekeeper who is safe from drought and flood.

Walking towards the house together, Zheng Dafeng suddenly said: "In the Wucai Tianxia, ​​Cui Dongshan has found me and invited me to go to Xiandu Mountain to resume my old career and continue to be a janitor. He said that the Taoist magistrate of the Immortal lieutenant on the side of Luopo Mountain has worked hard and made great contributions and is extremely responsible, so I think this matter can be considered. The mountain is mainly willing to let go. When the Fengyuan ferry returns from Beijuluzhou, I will follow the ferry to Qingping Sword Sect and settle down."

Cui Dongshan and Zheng Dafeng patted their chests and promised that as long as they arrived at Xiandu Mountain, they would teach him what it means to be a real beauty in Wushan, and the beauty is beautiful.

Zheng Dafeng only asked one question: Are there any sects around Xiandu Mountain similar to the claw fish back bead hairpin island and the colorful cow mansion in Beiju Luzhou?

Cui Dongshan vowed to be his disciple of Xiandu Mountain and would be transformed into Zheng Dafeng!

Chen Ping'an rubbed his eyebrows. This proud student who had dug up the world of colorful world would be able to make a big white goose black and black if he stood in front of him at this moment.

Zheng Dafeng sighed: "In this way, Miss Cen's feelings will only be disappointed."

Chen Ping'an said angrily: "Don't ruin the reputation of a girl."

Zheng Dafeng nodded and said yes, then kicked Chen Lingjun on the butt, who was swaying with his sleeve, "Is it a wine bag? It's not the Jade Pu realm yet."

Chen Lingjun staggered and said furiously: "What do you think is the Yupu Realm? If you want it, you have it and have it?"

Zheng Dafeng sneered: "How did you brag about the other side of the Nuan Tree? Isn't it easy to pick up the little jade-pure realm?"

Chen Lingjun said for a moment and asked tentatively: "Did you tell me this? Alas, you are such a competent god of ears."

Zheng Dafeng raised his feet again, "I still use millet? I thought about it with my knees."

Chen Lingjun subconsciously wanted to support Zheng Dafeng, but when he saw Dafeng brothers raise their feet and then close their legs, he walked vigorously and made it all in one go. The boy in blue suddenly looked embarrassed and smiled.

Zheng Dafeng also felt warm. He said he was homesick, but he was sincere and it was true. The shopkeeper was at the restaurant table in the foreign country and chatted and laughed, but the new friend was not as good as the old friend after all.

Taoist Master Xianwei is really a simple and kind person. It turns out that after taking this janitor job, the Taoist Master moved into the house and did not occupy Zheng Dafeng's main house. This fake Taoist priest just lived in a side house.

When he heard that there was wine in Xianwei's house, Zheng Dafeng put away the keys to the main house and said that it would be better to go to the Taoist Master Xianwei to sit for a while, drink and chat.

The Xianwei was a little embarrassed and said that the room was a little messy.

This side house is the residence of Xianwei and the study room. The janitor is the most leisurely and casual job. Xianwei reads books in a complicated and diligent manner, and he can't put it down. In addition, he likes to write something, which makes the desk, inkstone and ink and other study items and books mixed with books. Moreover, Xianwei often reads books like visiting relatives, and then changes books to review and review them. After reading them, he puts them aside. Therefore, the volumes on the table are in a mess, and it is really messy.

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In addition, Xianwei was used to living a poor life and was the most nostalgic. He couldn't bear to throw away those brushes, so he asked Chen Lingjun to help him buy a celadon jar shaped like a urn from a small town shop, which was specially used to store discarded brushes. Over the years, the old brushes gradually grew higher than the porcelain jar, which was quite like a mountain of pens.

This is actually the first time Chen Ping'an, the mountain master, came into the house, so when he looked at the porcelain jar, it was very surprising that Xianwei liked reading books, but he was not a blind man, he knew that Chen Ping'an really didn't expect that Xianwei had used so many brushes, but what did he write? It could not be a erotic novel by those talented men and beautiful women. Do you still think about finding booksellers to carve and sell books to make money? Therefore, he inspected his eyes, except for a few bamboos in the corner of the house. I have compiled a lot of "books" compiled into volumes, and there are some scattered manuscripts on the table. I guess they are all my experiences when reading books or excerpts? Chen Ping'an took out one of the manuscripts covered under the book. The words are just like the words, just the regular ones. As for the content... Chen Ping'an was speechless, and there were only a few words on the paper. I was old when I learned the Tao in the mountains. This sentence was depressed. If I took a sentence from the neighboring house in the book, "The hairpin falls horizontally on the water pillow", it would turn into a wonderful thing.

Zheng Dafeng stretched his neck and glanced at the contents on the paper, nodded slightly, and shook his head slightly. The man seemed to have become a Confucian sage who was in charge of the world. His expression was calm and he began to advise his younger generation: "If you comment on the sentence "Single hairpin against two pillows", it will make the audience imagine continuously. At this time, the scene will have a bit of 'silence is better than sound'."

The fairy wiseman said with a high boxing and said with great spirit: "Brother Dafeng is indeed a senior expert!"

Zheng Dafeng smiled and said, "Add to make a more comment, and add another sentence. There are rouge dyes on both pillows."

Chen Lingjun smirked, and the Immortal Guard got a correct answer after thinking for a moment. His eyes lit up immediately. He looked at Zheng Dafeng and nodded.

If I had not been wandering in this house for a long time and had broadened my horizons and gained knowledge, I would have really not understood what Zheng Dafeng was saying.

Chen Ping'an picked up the book on the table that was used as a "paperweight" and planned to put the paper back in place, pressed it under the book again, and said helplessly: "You'll have to be almost done."

I already regretted the previous idea. At that time, I received a message from Senior Brother Mao’s flying sword at the Jisefeng Patriarch Hall. Chen Ping'an was still wondering whether to invite the Xianwei to participate in the debate.

But when Chen Ping'an glanced at the second piece of paper on the table, he immediately put the book in his hand aside and picked up the paper full of fly-headed small regular script.

Zheng Dafeng exclaimed, "Why is Brother Xianwei so incompetent?"
To be continued...