MTL - Sword of Coming-Chapter 1211 old wine in clay bottle

Chapter 1211 The old wine in the clay bottle

Chen Pingan stood where he was.

An orphan in Niping Lane, who grew up eating a variety of meals, finally stood here, knowing all the hardships, and hard-won along the way.

This courtyard occupies a huge area, worthy of being the old residence of the former prime minister, with dense trees, high sunlight, and fine golden light all over the ground, like golden silk embroidery, embellished on the tightly stitched blue brick floor, paved like this The bricks and the floor are not even drummed, and the craftsmanship of the craftsman is obviously not bad. This is the place where the owner Ma Yan reads. The French style of seven rooms wide and eight rafters deep is probably a warehouse that knows etiquette. The tongue-twisting study room is full of precious books that have never been read since they were bought. There are several priceless Guqin alone, as well as several half-person-high Yushanzi and golden building boats. The dignitaries and dignitaries in the capital who drank tea and wine all said they were elegant and elegant. If they show a little bit of dazzle, it will always make the master feel that he is a real scholar. In fact, Ma Yan has always wanted to lay green glazed tiles on the roof, just like those Taoist temples. This kind of extravagant lineup is easy to be envied and hated by others. When the family ancestral hall is full of Jinshi plaques, that is the real scholarly family. One day when the eldest son comes home, he will be happy to see it. Ma Yan thought it was reasonable, so he let his second son Ma Yanshan take part in the imperial examination a few years ago. Sure enough, he passed the examination, which was very embarrassing. The so-called generations of hairpin tassels, right?

The well-clothed woman, even though she is nearly seventy years old, still looks like a woman in her forties. She is indeed the one who wanders among a group of wives all year round. She is obviously calmer than the man beside her. She could still squeeze out a smiling face, and pretended to be close to her. On Qin Zheng's fairly fair wrist, she wore a green jade bracelet, and rubbed the corners of her eyes covered with crow's feet, as if she wanted to squeeze out her eyes. Some bitter tears came, "Chen Pingan? Is he the son of Master Chen in Niping Lane? Chen Quan was one of the best porcelain firing masters in our hometown back then. Kiln, if he didn’t hide his secrets and brought out a group of good apprentices, I really don’t know what to do. They are the pillars of our Dragon Kiln. I remember that at that time, the kiln workers said that only Yao from Baoxi Kiln Master, dare to say that he is slightly better at firing porcelain than Chen Quan. That Mr. Lin from the Kiln Supervision and Construction Department has a high vision, and he is willing to eat and drink with Chen Quan often. I can’t even envy you, Chen Quan is such a good person, why is he gone, God is not open, good people don’t get rewarded, it’s hard for you, yes, yes, if I remember correctly, it was my mother-in-law who went to the clay bottle back then Xiang Xiang helped deliver the baby, and you were born. Fortunately, the mother and child are safe, and now you have a lot of promise, a big promise, better than our Kuxuan, I believe Chen Quan and Chen..."

Qin Zheng's intentions are obvious, to procrastinate as long as he can, this **** from Niping Lane, who was lucky to get rich suddenly, came here too fast. That's how he walked to the back house. Fortunately, Ma Yan had sent several secret letters just now, both to the imperial teacher of the Yuxuan Kingdom, and to the Chenghuang Temple in the capital. Before that, the more Chen Pingan violently murdered, the more he would be wronged today for this guy who didn't die directly at the hands of the Wild Monster Clan.

The Ma family branch in Xinghua Lane made its fortune by relying on the Golden Goose Kiln, and the top master of the Golden Goose Kiln is Chen Quan from Niping Lane.

It was Chen Quan who led those skilled kiln apprentices that the Golden Goose Kiln, which was at the bottom of the list and had a few fires, began to slowly improve.

In an instant, the cyan figure came to this woman named Qin Zheng. He neither respected the elders, nor thought about the friendship of fellow countrymen, nor did he mean that men would not hit women, so he directly hit Qin Zheng's neck with a knife in his hand.

The force was not heavy, just enough to beat Ma's housewife as if she had swallowed a mouthful of burning knife spirits, her face flushed with burning pain, Qin Zheng covered her neck with tears, babbling, she didn't know if she was cursing or complaining , It hurt so much that her nose flowed out. Obviously, the mud-legged kid from Mud Bottle Lane was born. If she really wanted to kill someone, her neck would be broken in an instant, and her head could be moved.

Chen Ping smiled and said, "I didn't catch up with you again."

Ma Yan, who was already sweating profusely, didn't dare to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and said in a trembling voice: "Chen Pingan, if you have something to say, it's all a misunderstanding. You must not listen to those rumors."

Chen Ping smiled and said, "A misunderstanding is a misunderstanding, and it's not a big deal."

Ma Yan choked for a moment.

A young woman with a face similar to that of Qin Zheng rushed over with a sword, followed by a group of heroic maidservants in Tsing Yi, all of whom had swords on their backs, with snow-white scabbards and golden tassels. Every time they show up in the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom, riding horses with Ma Yuemei, going outside the city for a spring outing, or visiting mountains and rivers, it is a beautiful sight.

Seeing her mother's pitiful appearance, Ma Yuemei, who came over after hearing the news, scolded angrily: "The thief is so bold that he dares to come to the door to provoke you! Use your sword to meet the enemy!"

A group of beautiful young women drew their swords one after another, and the long swords came out of their sheaths clangingly, buzzing, and the momentum was not weak. Among them, several long swords flew in the air, revealing their sword lights more than an inch long.

They are in Ma's house, they have been honored by Ma Yuemei, and their identities are aloof. They are all excellent martial arts talents selected by Ma's masters when they were young. Jian is diligent, not only has a wise master to guide, help teach boxing and give away sword manuals, but also does not lack the fairy family's medicinal food to recuperate their physique. The demeanor of the sword fairy on the mountain.

Dozens of long swords stabbed noisily at a man wearing a green shirt and gown, but with a bang, they all changed their trajectory midway, like mud hitting a wall, and nailed to the wall beams of the study room behind Ma Yan.

The maidservants who always had their eyes above their heads were paled by it.

Their sabers are talisman swords carefully forged by the immortal masters on the mountain. Holding such priceless immortal weapons, it is easy to slay demons and demons.

Ma Yuemei bit her lip and stared at the motionless blue-clothed swordsman. After a moment of silence, she looked complicated and asked, "Are you that Chen Pingan from Luoba Mountain?!"

Hearing a tip-off from a personal maid just now, Ma Yuemei is like falling clouds, is she really that legendary Sword Immortal of Lost Mountain? No injustice, no enmity, why did Chen Pingan come to the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom, why did he come to the house to make trouble, and he was so unreasonable when he shot. I heard that the pure warriors and monks who were guarding the house in front of them had a worse end than the other. Chen Shanzhu, who was born in Niping Lane, did he have some unknown old grudges with his family? That's why all these years, that idle guy Ma Yanshan ridiculed the family mansion as a turtle shell?

Knowing that the blue-clothed swordsman was... Chen Ping'an from Luoba Mountain, the maids who practiced sword looked at each other with unbelievable expressions on their faces, and they couldn't believe it.

A sword fairy on the mountain who seems to be farther away than the characters in the book, just standing in front of them?

In recent years, in private, relying on the mountains and rivers and mansion reports of their young ladies, they have been very concerned about the Lupo Mountain in Chuzhou, which is adjacent to Beiyue Piyun Mountain, the youngest last hermit official in the history of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and his best friend Liu Zongzhu. Asking swords together at Zhengyang Mountain... They all know a little bit, and because they are pure martial arts and practice swords, the name "Chen Pingan" is not only fascinated for a long time, but in any other situation, When they met him, they would probably be overwhelmed and excited, and would not be able to sleep for several days at night, even if their admiration and reverence for the legendary Chen Jianxian was not sincere enough.

He is the only Great Sword Immortal who is a great master of martial arts in the history of our Aquarius Continent!

In this way, how dare they continue to make mistakes, each of them looked uncertain.

Chen Pingan kicked Ma Yan's knee, and the latter knelt down on the spot. Chen Pingan then closed the umbrella in his hand and hit Ma Yan's face door. The latter smashed the door and fell into the house.

I have roughly figured it out, Ma Yan and Qin Zheng, the couple, are indeed seeking a way out for themselves, such as wanting to become a mountain and water **** in a certain place in Yuxuan Kingdom, but it is more likely that the difference between gods and immortals is still not very reliable. It is estimated that he still hopes to occupy a place with the City God and Underworld Official. In this way, the Netherworld and Different Ways have been truly achieved. If Luoposhan can obtain an orthodox status in Fengdu Hades, if Luoposhan wants to make a move, it will be an act of arrogance that breaks the old rules. It can be seen from this that Hong Zhongyu, the civil judge of the City God Temple in the capital, moved to Lingzhou, and brought Ji Xiaoping, the chief official of the Department of Yin and Yang, which was a kind of forced to give way in the officialdom. The change, in the final analysis, is to make room for the couple. It is obvious that there must be someone in the Ma family to give advice.

Don't worry, it will make your dreams come true.

Chen Ping said with a smile: "Those strange people still haven't shown their faces? Isn't it natural and righteous to use other people's money to eliminate disasters for others?"

Ma Yuemei swept into the house and helped Ma Yan whose abdomen hurt like a knife twisting.

Chen Ping glanced sideways at Ma Yan who was sweating profusely in the room. He couldn't bear the pain so much. If he wanted to achieve the golden body of the gods, he could only rely on the secret medicine ointment from Yang's pharmacy.

The figure in the green shirt flashed, shrunk to the mountains and rivers, and disappeared from the courtyard out of thin air.

In the Ma family's mansion in Yongjia County, there are three earth immortals, one Yuanying and two golden elixirs, enshrined by the family, on the stage and behind the scenes, two of them have changed their identities incognito.

The old Yuanying is an old patriarch who destroyed the Immortal Mansion in the old Baishuang Dynasty in the south of Baopingzhou. After the war ended, he did not rush to restore the orthodox tradition of the mountain gate. Instead, he traveled all the way north, bypassing Luojing, passing through Dadu, and finally entered the Ma clan of Yongjia County, the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom, as the chief priest. The other two Jindan Earth Immortals, a formation master, and a ghost, each have disciples and followers, and the palm-sized territory houses so many outsiders, so the Ma family has a strong family background.

There are also two martial arts masters, one male and one female, the male is Shen Ke, the concierge of the martial artist of the five realms is his personal disciple, and Ma Yuemei is his closed disciple. , are taught by him. There is also a female martial artist, who is also in the golden body, but compared to Shen Ke, she is less famous. As for how to enter the Ma family, she always has her own story.

Of course, from the Ma family in Xinghua Lane to the Ma family in Yongjia County, the biggest support of this family has always been Ma Kuxuan.

Since the concierge didn't have time to report his identity, and because Chen Ping walked almost straight to the courtyard, no one could stop Chen Ping along the way. It is estimated that this group of big men who look down on princes and princes are not clear about the inside story for the time being.

In a simple study room, there is an ugly middle-aged scholar sitting at the table, a large white inkstone with banana leaves, colored ink ingots that are not exchanged for gold, and a book spread on the desk, it is a book about fox fairy and narcissus Note, the scribe still has a plate of pastries from a time-honored shop in the capital at hand. While flipping through the book, he is chewing on the soft glutinous osmanthus cake. The scholar just saw a sentence in the book and couldn't help but sigh. It's not a good omen. It turned out to be the phrase "poor green grass grows, and business is exhausted overnight."

The well-known young prodigy Ma Che is the proud student taught by this master.

The middle-aged scholar laughed at himself: "What a strong evil spirit. Does the tree attract the wind? Sure enough, the monthly salary is not for nothing. Immortal money is the hottest thing."

Why don't we return the salary to Mr. Ma as it is? Just pat your **** and walk away?

A person who can forcibly break into the Ma family, no matter what the other party's identity or background, it seems that he is not the one with a golden core ghost who dares to say that he will send it out of the house with a sure gift.

Begging for the method of longevity is really suffering.

He was about to stand up and bravely go there to wade in the muddy water. Suddenly, his back felt chilly, and his whole body felt as if he had fallen into a cave of ice. The next moment, his head was pinned down and smashed on the table.

The aura in his body was as frozen as ice, and the three souls and six souls were trembling. He tried to mobilize a few natal objects, but he lost contact completely as if the mountains were covered by heavy snow.

A golden elixir is even more motionless, and the earth immortal is as weak as a vulgar person.

Chen Ping spread his five fingers, pressed the back of the opponent's head, and said with a smile: "I said you are strange people, do you really believe it?"

The ghost scholar tried his best to open his mouth and said: "Dare to ask the name of the immortal?"

Chen Ping took the heavy inkstone from the table, and slapped the back of his head hard. The inkstone turned into powder, and the ghost stared at the ghost. He felt that the assassin had blown out his brains. .

The ghost scholar who was almost out of his wits had no choice but to beg for mercy: "The **** forgives the sin,"

Chen Pingan asked: "Did the Mas and his wife accumulate Yin virtue by tearing down the east wall and repairing the west wall all these years, did you teach them? Help them refine locust leaves into natal objects, and thus gain some ancestral protection. It’s just your method to tamper with the merit book of the Chenghuang Temple? It’s very clever, not bad.”

The ghost scholar was astonished.

Chen Pingan turned his head and sneered, "Want to run?"

An oil-paper umbrella is as fast as a flying sword, and it walks through the corridor, bringing up a stream of fireflies, and directly pokes the old fairy in the Nascent Soul Realm who has been secretly using the palm-watching method, and nails it to the wall.

The Nascent Soul Realm monk with the appearance of an old woman is the housewife Qin Zheng's own person, who has been in charge of Ma Shi's back house maid and handyman all these years.

Just because of the scene on the other side of the courtyard, surrounded by clouds and mists, and the strict confinement, the old woman couldn't see the scene inside, which made her extremely horrified. Could it be that she was in...the upper five realms? !

It's just that she was about to perform the technique of shrinking the ground to inches, as if the opponent was waiting for this moment, and in an instant, an ordinary oil-paper umbrella pierced her chest like a long sword, and the huge momentum made her slip all the way out , her back hit the wall, the heart-piercing pain made the old woman go crazy and wailed, she was about to pull the oil-paper umbrella out of her chest with both hands, but just as her fingers touched the oil-paper umbrella, she suffered again. A heart-wrenching pain, the old woman knocked her head back heavily. It turned out that the sword energy of the oil-paper umbrella rose instantly, and strips of golden flames spread along the palms and arms of the old woman to the whole body with lightning speed. Come on, not only that, those flames flowing like water veins, without hurting the skin, muscles, and bones, they also slowly penetrated into the soul of the old woman. The domineering fire method caused the old woman's whole body, earth, mountains and rivers to fall like a rain of fire.

Burning.

It is only said that the heart lake of a monk in the Nascent Soul Realm was instantly boiled by the fire, and the mist rose, and the monk's heart lake turned into a frying pan.

Chen Ping let go of his fingers, straightened up, and moved to meet the old woman who was most likely the mastermind of the Ma family.

The ghost scholar lay down on the table, and after waiting for a while, the immortal seemed to have gone elsewhere. As Shan Zeyexiu, he always acted like a dead Taoist but not a poor Taoist. It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. He must leave quickly. He hurriedly sat up, but he wanted to cry all of a sudden, as if mourning his concubine, he said in a trembling voice: "Longhu Mountain Thunder Bureau!"

It turned out that the Shangxian left a thunder formation in the house!

In a daze, this golden core ghost seemed to have come to an ancient execution platform, the world was vast and blank.

The next moment, there was a loud thunder, and suddenly the sky and the earth were far away, and the snow-white curtain was torn apart by a black lightning, followed by dozens of hundreds of lightning, followed by a golden palm as big as a mountain, like opening a door , pulling open "a door" from the realm of endless void, slowly revealing the whole picture, the majestic **** in golden armor holding an iron whip stepped out step by step, the golden body was entwined with colorful lightning, every time After taking a step, the ground trembled endlessly, and the head of the **** slowly approached the execution platform, overlooking the limp ant ghost on the ground.

The indifferent golden eyes of the gods are like two golden suns hanging in the sky. For ghosts in the world, is there anything more frightening than this?

The yin and yang are the creators, and there are gods in the sky.

Could this be what the Shangxian called "smart"?

Standing in a gloomy room, Chen Ping'an stood in a gloomy room, looking at the old woman nailed to the wall with an oil-paper umbrella.

This "handling of swordsmanship" was learned from Pei Min's swordsmanship.

It takes a lot of practice, practice makes perfect, so that you can pay back Pei Min in the future.

Chen Ping smiled and said: "I won't die for a while. As expected of the old fairy Yuanying, I can carry it for a while depending on the posture. Then we will talk later. I have to go to meet the old master Shen for a while."

The old woman whose soul was cut into pieces whimpered, "Forgive me, forgive me."

Chen Pingan said: "What's the point of this, it's just a cold dish, and the hard dishes are still to come."

Without waiting for the old woman to say anything, Chen Ping returned to the courtyard.

A vigorous figure flies over the eaves and walks like a stroll in a garden, and finally stands on the wall. The old man is tall and straight, with clean eyes, a long knife on his waist, and a long cloth bag in his hand, with an imposing manner.

Occasionally, there are silk threads winding around the old man's temples, like a snake coiling a mountain. This is a sign that the martial artist is full of energy, so full of energy that he is overflowing, and it is a sign that he is about to break through.

As a master of martial arts, as long as he travels far away, he is only one step away from the top of the mountain, even though it is not easy for the king in the south.

Shen Ke wore a mutton fat jade ring finger on his hand. This incognito martial art master, apart from teaching boxing, would also be responsible for boiling eagles for some of the Ma family's children.

The finger wrench in his hand is not worth a lot of money, but it is very commemorative. It is a treasured object of the emperor of a small country. During the war, the world was in chaos, and Shen Ke got it by breaking the finger of the emperor. In the imperial palace, Shen Ke, who was on a killing spree, had enough of the emperor's addiction. Thinking about it until now, those women are still very interesting. It's a pity that sleeping queens and concubines, such as riding a horse, can't be used as a side dish to talk to people, and you can only drink and savor one or two, which is a pity.

Shen Ke poked the long cloth pouch with unknown weapon on the wall, and asked with a smile, "Where is that fellow?"

As a result, the martial arts master found that the atmosphere in the courtyard was not right.

By the way, according to my request, the Ma couple has been declaring that they are Wufu of the Five Realms. So in the eyes of these female dolls, it seems that the weight is not enough? It doesn't matter, after today's Wenquan, including Ma Yuemei, the whole Ma family's children should know the truth. The Ma family in Yongjia County actually spent a little money to invite a true god.

From the corner of Shen Ke's eyes, he glanced at Ma Yuemei in the room. After all, the sparring was imminent, and he was about to show his fists.

The longer the eyebrows are, the better they look. You don't need to apply makeup, you are a natural beauty. Compared with the empress of the small coastal country in her hometown back then, her skin was as white as pork.

A maidservant with a sword wanted to use the means of gathering voices to form a thread to remind the guarding instructor that the person who came to the mansion today to provoke him was that Luobashan Chen Jianxian.

It's just that for some reason, Master Shen seemed to turn a deaf ear to it, which made her a little confused. Master Shen is so heroic? Was he not afraid of Chen Ping'an at all?

Shen Ke squinted his eyes and turned his head, looked at the green shirt on the roof, and asked, "You are the one here to make trouble?"

Chen Ping smiled and said: "The old saying is good, it's not that one family does not enter one family. The old master Shen should be named Ma."

Shen Ke smiled and said: "Since we are martial artists of the same generation, why bother to fight with words, just see kung fu in fist."

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "It's really not easy to find a good person here."

Shen Ke untied the knot at one end of the long cloth bag, then lifted it horizontally, and stretched out his hand to wipe it, revealing the weapon inside, which turned out to be an ancient bronze sword with an exaggerated length.

Shen Ke said slowly: "Young man, you are so brave, you really dare to break into any dragon's den or tiger's den. If you don't spare your life, you won't live long."

Chen Pingan glanced at the long sword and said, "It's a good thing, it's not common."

"You are so young, so murderous."

The old man held the sword in both hands, twisted his wrists, and shook the sword flower, "Unknown ghosts are not killed under the sword, tell me, what is the name, whether there is a teacher, if there is, I will take your neck and put your head on it later. Go to your teacher's door to give gifts."

The vendettas in the rivers and lakes are no better than the fighting skills of Qi practitioners on the mountain. The Yuxuan Kingdom court has always been more relaxed in its management.

"My name is Chen Ping'an, and I'm not too young for my age."

The blue-clothed swordsman smiled and said: "If you can take my head to Luopo Mountain and follow Na Haosu's example of beheading Nan Guangguang, killing people and leaving my head at the mountain gate, that's your skill."

When Shen Ke heard this thunderous name, his eyelids trembled, and he breathed out pure energy and full of fist intent, breaking his skills in an instant, revealing a decadent trend visible to others with naked eyes.

The old man tried his best to keep himself on the same spot, and forgot to use the method of gathering voices into a thread, "Excuse me, Chen Jianxian just wants to find someone to talk about the old days, and the old man will not get involved in this kind of personal grievances, so I will leave the smoky Ma Mansion. If Chen Jianxian finds it still an eyesore, this old man can leave the capital and never set foot in Yuxuan Kingdom again in this lifetime."

Chen Ping smiled and stretched out a palm, "It's easy to say, with your feet growing on your body, Old Master Shen can go wherever he wants."

Shen Ke was in doubt, and cautiously asked in a low voice: "Really?"

Chen Ping smiled and said, "It can be serious or not, it's up to you."

Without further ado, Shen Ke threw away the long sword to show his sincerity, pointing his toes and walking with a long figure. When the old man was on the roof all the way, whether he left the Ma Mansion or the street, All the way to the bustling city, the sun was shining, and the spring was warm. When he was on the busy imperial street, Shen Ke finally let out a long breath, the gate of **** was spinning, and it was good to survive.

But Shen Ke seems to have forgotten one detail, even if the shower stopped today, there should be some water stains in the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom.

When Chen Pingan left the courtyard and returned, Qin Zheng and Ma Yan's eyes met, and the latter nodded, indicating that the arrangement had been properly arranged, and no one would notice it.

Qin Zheng, on the other hand, seemed to have no intention of looking at the maidservant in Tsing Yi.

There was a little old man with a sad face, carrying a slop bucket that was almost 90% new. The guys from rich and noble families were naturally different from ordinary people's homes, and the outside of the bucket seemed to be embedded with black gold. The Ma family is rich, and the mansion is really too big. The old man passed by a remote corridor, and there was a large group of young and strong handymen with nothing to do. The bigger the head, the more powerful it is. One by one, the poor old man put down the slop bucket, squatted behind them, placed side bets, threw a handful of copper coins, and lived on a tight schedule. There was no night grass or fat for horses, and this was how he earned some extra money. The old man is often alone, smoking earthy tobacco mixed with elm leaves, which is very choking. In this family, only the second son, Ma Yanshan, is the most unassuming. He carries two pots of good wine when he has nothing to do, and likes to chat with the old man. It turns out that the old man used to be the subjugated remnant of the Zhuying Dynasty in the south. I was born in a boudoir, and always said that when I was young, I had a good figure, appearance and singing skills. I liked to use pastels to paint my eyebrows and faces, and I could write my own lyrics. After walking for more than three years at the root of the imperial city of the old country, my voice has not recovered, so I can't get along anymore. Later, I also acted for many famous actors and carried swords. After all, it is still not as good as every year. The Dali Song clan annexed, the tree moved the dead and the living, and the living couldn't be suffocated to death by urine, so they went around all the way and entered Ma's house, begging for food.

The old man turned his head slowly, and found a man with a sword in a green shirt and a long gown, "Senior is actually a credit knife man? Waiting here to collect the bill?"

The old man was shocked, "You are?"

Chen Ping smiled and said: "It's a chance meeting, why bother about identity."

The old man's face was cloudy and uncertain, and he asked: "Then let's go to our own business?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "The Ma family in Xinghua Lane has today's blessings to share, and the seniors have made great contributions. This account must be carefully calculated with you."

Chen Pingan smiled when the old man disappeared.

When the old man saw the sun again, it was supposed to be near Zheer Mountain outside the capital, but the old man found himself standing in... Xinghua Lane in Huaihuang County.

A young woman with peach blossom eyes and a round face just returned from fetching water from the iron lock well. The old man was stunned and confused. Why is Malanhua so young?

The Ma family's kitchen, because the family is not separated, is now four generations under the same roof, with luxuriant branches and leaves, and more than a hundred mouthfuls of food are all cooked here.

If it wasn't for the strict rules of the ancestral hall, otherwise the number of illegitimate children inside and outside the capital who were not qualified to join the Ma family tree would have doubled.

The cook who was in charge of the spoon was a woman in her thirties, her tall and straight chest didn't drop at all, so everyone thought she was an unscrupulous vixen.

The women chewed their tongues and scolded her in different ways, and the men all wanted to sleep with her.

Live in gossip every day, spoiling her in different ways.

If she hadn't been able to give Ma Che a little trouble, and Ma Che was recognized as the number one scholar, she might not have escaped the palm of some Ma Che's men.

She has been a cook in Ma Mansion for many years, and she carries a pair of scissors with her every day for self-defense.

The forest is big, and there are all kinds of birds.

A cesspit is nothing but shit.

That young man named Ma Che is a gifted scholar. Everyone in the government and the public thinks that he is a certain gentleman in Guanhu Academy in the future.

Ma Che, a young man who will definitely become a powerful official of Yuxuan Kingdom in the future, once blushed and gasped heavily, hugged a plump woman from behind and rubbed against her for a while.

The woman was busy in the kitchen again today, steaming several steamed buns with all kinds of fillings, for example, soft-shelled turtles only take the skirt, mandarin fish only take two pieces of tender meat from the back of the mouth and cheeks, and there is a kind of stuffing that grows on the termite nest. Bacteria, the taste is extremely plump.

The rest of the cooks and women in the house are all far away from this coquettish woman named Yu Qing.

She stretched out her hand to stroke the black hair on her temples, then turned her head to look at a green-clothed...swordsman sitting on the threshold?

She seemed a little puzzled. It was said in the book that a gentleman stays away from the kitchen, but the brothers of the Ma family would not come to the kitchen. Of course, they felt that there were too many people here.

Not far from the kitchen, there are more than a dozen pots of precious orchids placed on the stone bars under the flower garden shed. She has always been taking care of it.

Ma's private kitchen in Yongjia County can make the top rich and powerful in the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom give a thumbs up. There are so many gluttons, it is rare to say which one is better, and there is always a question on their lips, why is the cabbage here more delicious than other places? Because the God of Five Flavors under the Stove Lord's command is only in the capital. But as long as they have tasted Ma Mansion's private kitchen dishes, they will all be wowed.

Chen Pingan asked with a smile in his heart: "I thought you were Gu Can's eyeliner here, but now it seems that's not the case. Your surname is Lu?"

Standing up, Chen Pingan walked into the kitchen, picked up a few heads of purple-skinned garlic from a stove, crushed the garlic, held it in his hand, and filled a bowl of fish soup noodles for himself, and said with a smile: "Eat noodles It’s like garlic, it’s like killing without blood, after all, it’s a bit meaningless.”

Yu Qing just stared blankly at the inexplicable uninvited guest, as for the other women in the kitchen, they were probably intimidated by this man's aura, and no one dared to speak.

Chen Pingan leaned against the stove, and before putting down his chopsticks, he said with a smile: "Xinghuaxiang Ma owes our family a sum of money, not much, eight taels of silver, less than a dime, but in our hometown at that time, it was not considered Small money, I used to have the courage to go to the door to ask for it twice, but I still didn't get it. Passing by Xinghua Lane, there are even more times without knocking on the door. After eating this bowl of noodles, this first sum Let’s settle the debt. Ma Kuxuan still has a heart, so please move you out of the mountain to protect the Ma family.”

The woman turned sideways, cast a blessing, and smiled softly, "You are Chen Shanzhu, right?"

Chen Pingan put down the bowls and chopsticks, and burped, "It tastes really good to go to the door to collect debts. If you have enough food and drink, then start working."

Yu Qing smiled sweetly, "Could it be that disciples of Wen Sheng can commit murder indiscriminately in broad daylight?"

Chen Pingan stretched out his hand and patted the stove, the palm of his hand was shining with golden light, and countless thin golden lines spread out. He walked straight to the door, then turned his head and smiled, "I hope you can chat like this next time we meet."

Yu Qing squinted her eyes, pinched a golden talisman with her two fingers, looked around, the scene of the world was changing, she seemed to have come to a fairy mansion.

In her field of vision, a majestic and isolated green mountain, with a long green river at the foot of the mountain, rows of buildings in the mountain, dense and gorgeous, and cranes hovering in the sky.

Yu Qing looked down and saw that it was a strange caisson that was not suspended in the air but stuck to the ground?

I saw a golden lotus flower engraved in the center of the algae well, surrounded by two yellow dragons with tails, and sixteen flying heavens outside, with circles of patterns, expanding outwards, and finally a circle of ancient inscriptions that even she could not recognize the content of. . It stands to reason that with her state and family education, she should not be afraid of this kind of formation that belongs to the fantasy world, but the problem is that she doesn't feel that this place is a formation, but some kind of real formation. Mysterious situation. Rationality and deduction told her that this was a formation, while sensibility and intuition told her that it was an illusion.

She held her breath and concentrated, not daring to breathe casually here, lit up the secret talisman used to quantify the time scale, flicked her sleeves, and threw a magic spell into the open space in the distance, and the dust was flying all of a sudden, she frowned slightly, this way Except for the abundance of aura, the world seems to be the same. Yu Qing squatted down, picked up some soil, and finely ground it into powder. She looked intently, and found that the soil was real, which made Yu Qing feel like falling clouds. Means of the month? And according to some family secret records, some monks on the top of the mountain can carry the cave with them.

Yu Qing carefully sacrificed a pocket-sized pagoda with double eaves, and gently threw it into the air to protect the one-acre three-point land where he was standing. Then he slowly rose against the wind, trying to overlook this secret place from a high place, As his stature rose, Yu Qing had a panoramic view of the white jade arched bridge in front of him. There were all kinds of strange beasts crouching on the watchtowers of the bridge, and there was also a carved stone bully with dragon scales under the bridge. watery.

Yu Qing finally found a "big living person", a young woman in emerald green feathers, not in the mountains, but walking along the green water with no end in sight, walking by the water, her steps were not fast, Yu Qing hesitated After a while, she still went to the Cuiyu woman to ride the wind, and landed on the other side of the river. The woman clearly saw Yu Qing, but she just raised her eyelids and continued to walk slowly by the river. Yu Qing soon realized that I can see the clues, every time this young and strange woman takes a step, some subtle scenes around her that are imperceptible at first glance will change from line drawing to painting. The snow-white carp jumping out of the water in the river turned into a gorgeous golden color. Is she here... to check for omissions and fill in the gaps, to add color to the picture scroll of heaven and earth?

Yu Qing lowered her head and looked at the talisman in her hand. Sure enough, the real time passed by about a flick of a finger, but nearly a quarter of an hour had passed since she counted Yu Qing silently in her heart, which made Yu Qing feel more and more heavy. When she got up, the woman on the other side turned her head. She had a beautiful face that was still white and tender, but there was a dead silence in her eyes. When she stared blankly at the "incomparably fresh" Yu Qing, the expression on the woman's face was extremely complicated. , ridicule, pity, envy, hatred...

Yu Qing endured the strangeness in his heart, and asked, "Dare to ask your friend's name?"

The woman said hoarsely: "You can call me Xu Jiaoqie. The real name of the monster race is Xiao Xing. I come from the wilderness. One mind is trapped here, and there are already 12,000 'fingers'."

Yu Qing was puzzled. According to the other party's count, it was only twelve hours a day and night.

The woman who called herself Xu Jiaoqiu suddenly contorted her face, as if she had guessed the other person's thoughts, she put her fingers on her cheeks, "It's only been a day and night, is it?! Four million and eight hundred thousand 'moments', four million and eight hundred thousand !"

She put away her mad look in an instant, pointed to the talisman in Yu Qing's hand, covered her mouth with a happy expression immersed in great joy, and a low, piercing laughter came out from between her fingers, " It’s better to be alone than to be happy with others. Now that you are with me, it’s not so difficult. Have you noticed that the speed of time is getting slower and slower, but your thoughts are getting faster and faster. Here, You and I are both insomniacs, so pitiful."

In the small world full of ancient gods, Ma Kuxuan said: "It seems that Yu Shiwu was wrong. You are not a Nascent Soul Realm with a 80% possibility, you are a Jade Raw Realm. When did it happen, right here How many days?"

Ma Kuxuan used the talisman to cooperate with the technique of "inviting the gods to come to the truth", and the more than one hundred ancient golden armored gods from the Thunder Department seemed to be overwhelmed by the mighty way of heaven. .

Just being swept by the phantom of the sword-wielding swordman, the sword light was shining brightly, as if splitting the sky and the earth, half of the golden armored **** was cut off on the spot, and the golden body suddenly shattered, turning into countless golden lights.

The God of Vulcan raised his hand, the heaven and the earth were like a furnace, the flames melted, and he didn't know the yin and yang charcoal, so why burn it alone.

In the blink of an eye, the world is clear.

Ma Kuxuan didn't care about this.

Chen Pingan regretted: "It's a pity that these golden body fragments are fake. Ma Kuxuan, aren't you very capable, why don't you just invite the real bodies of these gods."

The scene of Xiaotiandi receded like the tide, and the two returned to the real situation. Ma Kuxuan sat back on the steps at the gate of the temple, and Chen Pingan stood on the square.

Ma Kuxuan said with a smile: "Didn't it mean that Chen Yinguan was specially retreating for me, without the Jade Raw Realm by his side, relying on the dual status of Nascent Soul Realm Sword Cultivator and Ten Realm Martial Artist, he still felt that this time of revenge, he walked into Yongjia County alone , is it an unreliable thing?"

Chen Ping smiled and said, "You have such a big face."

Ma Kuxuan glanced at the "outside" and saw that the real situation of the entire Ma Mansion had already fallen into a state where time and water stagnated.

Ma Kuxuan asked: "The natal supernatural power of your flying sword can control a long imitation river of time? How much area can it cover? How long will it last?"

Ma Kuxuan asked again: "Why don't you show up with the appearance of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, because you think it's too ugly to see people?"

Ma Kuxuan asked again: "You know that I am not particularly concerned about the survival of the Ma family, so I am not curious, why I still choose to appear here?"

In fact, Ma Kuxuan doesn't like to chat with people, but this fellow from the same age in front of him is the only exception.

Ma Kuxuan sighed, "Why are you starting to be dumb again?"

Ma Kuxuan stood up, "Then play with you."

Chen Pingan finally smiled and said, "Then play with you, anyway, more than once."

Ma Kuxuan twitched the corners of his mouth, "I lost twice to Cao Ci, and then I lost three times to Cao Ci. Chen Pingan, don't think that now that you have a few more identities, you can get back the game."

Chen Pingan asked suspiciously: "You won't sneak into the fairyland, right?"

Ma Kuxuan suddenly said: "You have guessed all of this? Lord Yinguan's mind is really bright, no wonder he can sit in the summer palace."

Chen Pingan was silent.

Ma Kuxuan smiled and said, "Is this why the praying mantis catches the cicada and the oriole follows?"

Chen Pingan seemed to want to show a panicked face, but suddenly smiled, "I won't pretend, I won't act, I lied to you twice, I'm already very sorry."

Ma Kuxuan stretched his waist and walked down the steps.

Chen Pingan said: "By the way, what a coincidence, my natal flying sword is called 'The Bird in the Cage'."

While speaking, Chen Pingan had a bright red robe on his body.

In the courtyard, Ma Yan and Qin Zheng and the green shirt had everything to say, especially Ma Yan, who claimed that even if he was misunderstood by Chen Shanzhu, since he couldn't argue, he was willing to use his own Life in exchange for Chen Quan's life. Qin Zheng suddenly knelt on the ground, singing like a husband and wife, and immediately followed up with a sincere expression of heartfelt words, Chen Pingan, if you think that your mother's death is also related to us, then I will pay you another life, just beg You let our Ma family go, please don't blame others.

Chen Ping turned a blind eye and just said with a smile, "Why do you continue to procrastinate, what's the point?"

As he spoke, he took out a few flying sword messages from his sleeve and crushed them all, "It's probably useless to bring in reinforcements."

A maidservant in Tsing Yi rushed forward to Chen Pingan without any warning, a dagger slipped out of her sleeve, and with a flash of sharp edge, she tried to fight close to him, with the courage to die generously.

Another sword servant jumped forward, stretched out his hand in the air, and controlled the long sword on the wall in his hand, and slashed at the head in the green shirt.

Afterwards, the maidservants in Tsing Yi jumped up and down one after another, seeing death as home, and rushed to kill Chen Jianxian without hesitating their lives.

Chen Pingan raised an arm, put his fingers together, and in an instant, cut off a dozen maidservants in Tsing Yi, their bodies fell to the ground, and the courtyard was covered with blood, which was horrible.

Even Ma Yan, who was mentally prepared, felt that this scene was too bloody, and Qin Zheng even vomited on the spot.

Chen Pingan said indifferently: "As a dead man, you will die if you ask for it. You asked for it yourself."

Qin Zheng lowered his head and bent over, retching unceasingly, seemingly losing his composure, but the woman was secretly in high spirits.

In the roadside wine shop on the other side of the Zheyao Mountain, the worried mountain **** Empress Song Wei drank by herself, absent-minded.

The heavy rain was pouring, the day was as dark as night, and the raindrops hit the windows in a hurry, making the noise like a new ghost.

In such a bleak scene of the rain curtain on the road, two guests unexpectedly came, a tall man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a graceful and elegant young man in Confucian shirts. After taking off the bamboo hat, Song Wei glanced at the road outside the house, and saw the young man with the appearance and demeanor of a banished fairy, holding a very handsome white horse, four feet in the wind and rain.

Song Wei pointed to the wooden sign at the door, and said apologetically, "Both guests, I'm sorry, the shop is closed and no guests are welcome."

The tall man stepped across the threshold first, and said with a bright smile, "Just looking for a place to hide from the rain, we bring our own drinks, and wait for someone here by the way. If we are not allowed to enter, we will go back and wait outside the door." on."

The mild-mannered young man in Confucian shirt reached out and took off the wooden sign at the door, casually threw it on the counter, and said with a smile: "Since it is open for business, there is no reason not to make money."

Song Wei was hesitant, and it could be seen that these two people were not easy people.

After all, she is a local mountain god, and the shop is located near Zheyao Mountain. If she can't tell the level of someone's realm, then there is only one possibility, and it must be a person who has accomplished Taoism.

The tall man raised his chin towards the counter, and the young man in Confucian shirt went behind the counter and took two jars of wine from the shelf.

Song Wei was an eye-opener, is this what you call your own drinks?

Immediately afterwards, a graceful young woman walked in, wearing a wooden hairpin with cloud pattern on her hair, wearing a cotton dress, and stepped on a pair of embroidered shoes.

She came out of the torrential rain, but the embroidered shoes on her feet were spotless.

She and the mountain **** empress introduced themselves with a smile: "My name is Gu Lingyan, and I am my young master's liaison girl."

Gu Lingyan turned against customers, went to the backyard and brought a brazier over, then took a large bag of charcoal and put it at his feet, poured it into the basin with a rustle, lowered his head and took a breath, and the charcoal lit up the fire.

She picked up the iron tongs, skillfully moved some old ashes and pressed them on the charcoal fire, leaned forward, stretched out her hands to warm the fire, gently shook her white hands like snow, raised her head and smiled and asked: "Madam the shopkeeper, there are taro in the shop." Is it zongzi or zongzi? I want to keep warm here while cutting window grilles and packing shoe soles."

Song Wei shook his head. I thought this was the person they were waiting for? Now that it's her time, what's next?

Gu Lingyue looked at the mountain **** lady who was sitting alone at a table, and said with a soft smile, "Ma'am, your **** is really big, and your waist is too thin. You sit on a long bench, buttocks... It looks more plump, if you get up at night and sit on the toilet, tsk tsk."

Song Wei became angry from embarrassment, and just because she couldn't distinguish the identities and backgrounds of the few of them for the time being, she forcibly restrained her displeasure.

Liu Xianyang spit out his drink on the spot, and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm a thin-skinned person, I haven't seen the world, so I don't want to hear this."

Gu Can looked calm.

Gu Lingyan said one lady at a time: "Mount Zheer was renamed Zheyao Mountain. The change sounds really nice. It changed from vulgar to elegant at once. However, I heard that Zheyao Mountain is under the jurisdiction of Lujiao Mountain, the crown prince of Xiyue Mountain. Changshan God, who is so tall that he can't be taller, seems to have lost his official title? It's just what happened in the past few days, ma'am, do you have any inside information, you might as well tell it and listen, just treat it as a meal for my son, it's also considered Great hospitality."

Song Wei's face was ashen, and he said in a deep voice: "Miss Gu, I don't care what kind of teacher you are, what kind of realm you are, in this Xishan region, please be careful with your words, and be careful that misfortune comes out of your mouth."

According to the division of the Confucian Temple's landscape genealogy, Lujiao Mountain Changfenghan, the mountain of the crown prince of Yizhou Xishan, is a third-rank god.

It stands to reason that to deprive such a high-ranking **** of the orthodox official status, a resolution needs to be passed by the Confucian Temple of China and the Dali Dynasty. Even if Tong Wenchang is Chang Fenghan's immediate boss, he has no right to dispose of such a high-ranking mountain **** privately. Therefore, Tong Wenchang, who was newly promoted to be the Great God, did not follow the rules at all.

Therefore, not only Chang Fenghan has submitted an ultimatum to the Zhongtu Confucian Temple to appeal, but it is said that most of the chief officials of the 20th Division of Lujiao Mountain have jointly submitted a document to the Dali Dynasty.

Whether it can keep the old **** position is hard to say for the time being. After all, Tong Wenchang has just been promoted to the **** king. The Confucian Temple and the Dali Song Clan must consider this point. But generally speaking, the greater possibility is a compromise. Lujiaoshan After receiving orders from the Zhongtu Confucian Temple and the Dali Ministry of Rites, Chang Fenghan's rank will be relegated to several levels. However, one possibility cannot be ruled out. Tong Wenchang suffered a big somersault, Chang Fenghan and Lujiaoshan did not change at all, but Tong Wenchang's prestige fell to the bottom.

No matter what the situation is, before the Confucian Temple has given a final conclusion, in this Aquarius Continent, Song Wei really does not believe that there are a few Qi practitioners who are qualified to speak sarcastic remarks about Changshan God in the territory under the jurisdiction of Lujiao Mountain.

Gu Lingzhi sneered and said, "Why bother to struggle to the death? It must be a situation where the tree fell and the monkeys scattered. To file a complaint, who is the complaint? Is it a complaint against Tong Shenjun or Chen Shanzhu? Don't just send the complaint paper directly. Chen Shanzhu has it. Ha, it’s interesting and interesting, just like some bridge passages written in some books, slapping the gavel, angrily scolding anyone in the hall, dare to sue the official?”

Gu Can said, "Okay, I'll be your dumb."

Gu Lingyu carefully looked at Gu Can's face, he was not angry, and there was a smile in his eyes.

Liu Xianyang began to speak from his heart, "Why do you have to call Pei Qian?"

"She is Chen Pingan's junior."

"What's the point?"

"Our two worries are different."

"How to say?"

"You are worried that he will encounter an accident. I am not worried about this at all. I am only worried that he will be caught by people if he is over there, and will be bitten by mad dogs."

"Chen Pingan is doing things, there is nothing to worry about."

"It's different this time."

"What are you afraid of? Brothers fighting tigers, father and son soldiers in battle, Chen Pingan still has us."

Gu Can was silent for a moment, "Liu Xianyang, do you know what I envy you the most?"

Liu Xianyang's eyes lit up, "Tell me about it. I have the biggest shortcoming, which is that I don't know my own strengths."

Gu Can said: "In life, people don't use their brains at all, they only rely on their intuition to eat."

Liu Xianyang waved his hand, "I'll tell you something, don't spread it, Blacksmith Ruan is already in fairyland."

"I can tell."

Liu Xianyang wondered, "Which eye saw it?"

Gu Can sneered and said, "I'm different from someone who only knows how to practice swords, and I've also learned a little qi-watching and superficial deduction."

"Aptitude is good, talent is high, and there is no need for two things. There is no need to learn those messy heresies. Is there something wrong?"

A black-clothed woman with **** tied in a bun, with light steps, crossed the threshold, holding a green bamboo walking stick.

Gu Lingying raised his head and looked towards the door, hey, the Lord is here.

Pei Qian cupped his fists and saluted Liu Xianyang and Gu Can.

Liu Xianyang smiled and waved, "Sit down and drink."

Gu Can nodded in greeting.

Song Wei's heart tightened, and he recognized the other party's identity.

Pei Qian, one of the four great masters of Aquarius Continent's martial arts review! Chen Ping'an's founding disciple of Lost Mountain!

Pei Qian bowed his hands to Song Wei again, "I have seen Song Shanshen."

Song Wei hurriedly got up and gave a blessing, "The little **** is now called Song Wei, and he is the God of the Mountain Bending Back."

Pei Qian took out a piece of gold leaf and said with a smile, "I'm going to fight with the Goddess of the Mountain to make wine from the market in Sijiao."

Song Wei panicked and said, "You don't need to buy wine, it's my honor and blessing that this little **** can invite Grandmaster Pei to drink a few jars of Panbin wine brewed by Zheyaoshan today."

Pei Qian nodded and said: "The junior is impolite, thank you in advance."

Liu Xianyang clicked his tongue in amazement. Little Heitan back then has become so sensible.

Gu Can smiled knowingly.

Pei Qian took the altars of Xianjia wine and put them on the table.

Qian is a boy of the Qing Dynasty. Wine is a hook for poetry and a broom for sweeping sorrow.

When you go out and spend money to drink, you don't need to ask the price, just wandering the rivers and lakes.

Gu Lingying frowned and said with a smile, "Miss Pei, let's say goodbye at the ferry. I never thought we would meet again so soon. It's really fate."

Pei Qian smiled and said: "If we meet again on the battlefield of Baopingzhou, we will be more destined."

In the courtyard, Ma Yan, the head of the family, began to scold Chen Pingan for killing innocent people indiscriminately, ashamed of his status as a disciple of a saint.

Chen Ping smiled and said, "So what, what can I do? Today's massacre of the Ma family in Yongjia County is unknown."

Ma Yan shouted angrily: "Chen Ping'an, you are simply insane!"

Qin Zheng straightened up slowly, and said with a voice from his heart: "You **** in Niping Lane, do you know that, through a mirror image, soon the entire Aquarius Continent will know what you did today?!"

Chen Pingan's expected panic expression did not appear.

This made the woman feel a little uneasy.

Chen Ping smiled and said: "You are still so stupid and bad, patronizing and scheming against me, so don't think about it carefully, the first sentence I said after seeing you, why is it to arrange forty ways to die for you? What? How can one die so many times?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Do you want me to cooperate with you and say a few more words? It's like in the eyes of me, Chen Pingan, you are ants whose lives are as cheap as grass. If you trample to death, you will think your shoes are dirty? Another example is that I will definitely put you with you. Qin Zheng will be hacked into pieces, even if a little information leaks out, with my current status, who would dare to avenge you?"

Chen Ping pointed to the jadeite bracelet on the woman's hand, and said with a smile: "As the hub of this mirror, you should check carefully to see if there is any spiritual energy left in it."

Qin Zheng quickly reached out to touch the bracelet, her fingers felt like ice, which made the woman change color instantly.

Chen Ping waved his sleeve casually, and the blood of the severed corpses on the ground flowed slowly into them like ebbing tide, and those severed corpses began to "retreat" into the air one after another, and the daggers, long The sword was put back into the hands of the corpse, and all the trajectories were exactly the same. The corpses were finally pieced together and retreated to their original positions one by one.

This **** accident is like a poor performance by the grass-roots team, or it is like reading two pages of a book, turning one page and then turning the other page, how can all the words be different? Only the feeling of reading two pages of text remained in my heart. For the group of maidservants in green clothes, the pain of being cut off their waists and limbs before, and the lingering fear of dying, seemed to still linger in their hearts.

A woman screamed suddenly. It turned out that Qin Zheng's wrist with the jade bracelet was cut off by a ray of sword energy and fell to the ground.

Chen Pingan came to Ma Yan's side, stretched out his hand to grab the latter's neck, dragged him to Qin Zheng who was writhing in pain, and threw Ma Yan to the ground. Chen Pingan raised his foot and stepped on Ma Yan's head , forcing him to stare at the severed wrist with his bloodshot eyes wide open, Chen Ping gently twisted the toe of his shoe, and one side of Ma Yan's cheek was **** and his bones were exposed.

Chen Pingan asked calmly: "Do you know how much money can be exchanged for the eight qian silver back then, and how much medicinal materials can I buy at the Yang Family Medicine Store?! Do you know why I often go to your Xinghua Lane , squatting on the side of the road, why did you see that stall selling candied haws?"

The old master Shen Ke, who thought he was out of danger, suddenly turned his head when he was about to leave the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom.

On the bustling bustling street behind him, everyone smiled and looked at him in unison.

This made Shen Ke, who was used to seeing the world, a chill down his spine for a moment, the sun was shining brightly, and it was like seeing a ghost during the day.

Thousands of people are the same, men, women, old and young, different identities, different figures, different attires, but they all have the same face.

The old man, who was hiding his identity on credit, saw a stall appear out of thin air in Xinghua Lane. There was a middle-aged man selling candied haws.

The middle-aged man and the old man looked at each other, and said with a smile, you have poor eyesight, you don’t know that there are gods three feet above your head, you don’t know the blue sky is high, the yellow earth is thick, but the moon is cold and the sun is warm, to fry people’s life.

In the ruins of the Immortal Mansion, Yu Qing, who had lost his Dao heart, left the riverside in a daze, and climbed up the stairs along the mountain road.

Sitting on the steps is a young Taoist priest wearing a lotus crown, with an ever-changing face, using different voices, repeating a sentence, among the dust in the world, I would rather love or hate.

At the same time, both sides of the mountain road are covered with "hanging ghosts", densely packed, tens of thousands, spreading all the way to the top of the mountain. The death patterns were exactly the same, they were all pierced through the temple by a long sword and hung in the air.

The old woman was being burned at the stake.

The ghost scholar is in a thunderstorm.

All the deep-rooted hatred in the world is a jar of old wine, waiting for the avengers to uncover the mud seal, and you can drink it.

The real Chen Pingan actually stayed in the Ma's ancestral hall from the beginning to the end, moved a chair with his back to the gate, with a horizontal sword on his knees, holding a Yangjian gourd, and sipping wine.