Sword of Coming

Li Sheng drank a bowl of wine in the shop and asked, "How do you say it?"

The old scholar smiled so hard that his whole old face wrinkled up, and said: "This is a rare opportunity, let me take a break from my busy schedule and have a drink for a while, the emperor is not short of hungry soldiers."

Nowadays, in the Confucian Temple and Gongde Forest, it is actually the old scholars who are in charge of all matters. It is not too much to say that they "take some time off while busy".

Li Sheng hesitated for a moment, then reminded him: "Remember not to overdo it. The Confucian Temple can't do anything to you, so I'll go find Chen Pingan."

There are very few people who can give such an extra "reminder" to the sage.

After all, the principles of ritual and sage make sense to them.

The old scholar complained: "This is too much to say."

Outsiders are still here, give me some face.

Li Sheng said: "Then please give me some accurate words from Wen Sheng. I don't want Chen Pingan to take the initiative to intercede with the Confucian Temple for the next time, just to help his husband clean up the mess."

The reason why Jing Sheng Xiping called him was because he was worried that no one could stop him if the old scholar acted impulsively.

The old scholar said sternly: "How can I not understand this truth? Only when students do things, the teacher knows the truth, how can there be a teacher who does things and the students know the truth?"

The Li Sheng said: "Drink your wine well."

The old scholar patted his chest and promised: "Of course you have to drink good wine!"

As soon as the ceremonial sage left, the old scholar crossed his legs, rolled up his sleeves, and prepared to drink.

A young man in his early forties could discuss business and settle old scores at the same wine table with a ten thousand-year-old Great Demon of the Old Throne of the Wilderness.

Guests in green shirts and hats are in a relaxed mood, chatting and laughing happily.

No matter what he said, Yang Zhi had to listen carefully, think about it carefully, and think about it again and again, hoping to chew out some aftertaste.

For the old scholar, with such a plate of wine and food, any wine table in the world is full of good wine.

The old scholar picked up the wine bowl, took a sip of wine, immediately narrowed his eyes, shrank his shoulders, trembled, and smiled broadly.

Is drinking really that fun? Of course, just drinking is not interesting. It is the people at the drinking table and the things outside the drinking table.

Seeing the little girl who was Chaoqiu Hepo, she hesitated several times, the old scholar smiled and asked: "Is there anything you want to ask? Just ask, there is no identity at the wine table."

The old mountain god started to wink again, reminding Ganzhou not to talk nonsense.

Ganzhou was always unable to hide his words, "Master Literary Saint, why do you look nothing like the statue in the Confucian Temple?"

She had heard before that the Literary Saint had restored his position in the Confucian Temple. She once sneaked out and visited the county once.

Of course we have to go to the Confucian Temple. The Confucian Saint in the portrait is an old man with a pale appearance. He is very handsome and has nothing to do with the scrawny little old man in front of him.

The old scholar laughed and said, "It's all because of Mr. Wu's poor painting skills."

The little girl lay on the table and asked curiously: "The embroidered tiger Cui Chan, who was good back then, why did he betray the lineage of the literary saint?"

The old mountain god has begun to look at his eyes, nose and heart.

Even Yang Zhi had to cough to remind the little girl not to be too presumptuous.

The old scholar was not angry at all. He looked at the desolate scene outside the wine shop with mountains and mountains, high and low, layer upon layer. After a moment of silence, the old scholar smiled and said slowly: "As a student, I was hurt by Mr. A wise man cannot deceive himself, and he did not want to speak harshly to his husband, so he had no choice but to leave silently without saying hello."

What is regret? Things that can never be obtained again and people that can never be met again are regrets.

The old scholar twisted his beard and said nothing, sighed, picked up the wine bowl, took a big sip of wine, and wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, "Our words can not only cover thousands of mountains and rivers, and create confusion, but they can also pave roads and bridges, making the willows dark and the flowers bright. Therefore, when spending time with people who are close to you, do not say angry words, do not say sarcastic words, and do not refrain from speaking."

Gong Xinzhou sincerely praised: "The words of the literary saint are really unbreakable."

The old scholar smiled and said: "It's the insights of my closed disciple, I just borrowed them for my own use."

Gong Xinzhou changed his mind and said, "No wonder Chen Yinguan became the disciple of Master Literary Saint."

The old scholar quickly waved his hand and said, "I kidnapped Chen Ping'an, a closed disciple, with great difficulty, because he is very picky about his husband."

The old mountain god only felt that this sentence was really wonderful. He was worthy of being a literary sage who had never lost a debate among the three religions.

Ganzhou asked again: "It is said that the emperor loves Yao'er, does Master Wen Sheng also love him?"

Because the girl He Po remembered the foreigner from before. He didn't look like a scholar, but more like a gangster who was accustomed to taking advantage of others.

With a wave of his hand and just one sentence, Mei Fujun was silenced.

The old scholar smiled and said: "I don't have many students and disciples, so I don't care about anyone in particular. Everyone has their preferences."

His own students, several disciples who entered the house, plus Mao Xiaodong and the others, all of them are of course very knowledgeable, no need to say anything more.

When I asked about swords earlier, there was a fool named Zuo. When asking about boxing, there is Jun Qian. The person who later laid out the plan was Cui Chan. The one who broke the situation was Qi Jingchun.

So Chen Ping'an, the close disciple who was accepted as the disciple of Xiao Qi Daishi, can be said to be the master of the respective strengths of the brothers. Of course, there may be some gaps now, but what the future will bring is worth looking forward to.

Let's just say that now, whoever sees Chen Ping'an will question whether you are so-and-so's junior brother? Would you question whether you are a close disciple of the old scholar?

The students are so good and outstanding that the teacher is not only happy but also a little ashamed.

Ganzhou felt that Master Wen Sheng had made some grand remarks and was speaking in an official tone to him, which was not very pleasant, so the little girl took a sip of wine.

The old scholar twirled his beard and smiled, looking at the desolate scene outside the shop. The general scene, two moods, are two styles. This is probably the human heart and practice. No matter how powerful your ancient gods are, they will never have this intention. I think it's sad to have a heart of stone and not be able to help yourself.

In Jiuzhou, death is as important as life, so there are many customs of burial. And the vast starry sky above the heads of all living beings is probably a water burial cemetery.

The old scholar quickly put away these thoughts and said with a smile: "Brother Gong, can you lend me the Jian Sword Immortal Seal Book?"

Gong Xinzhou quickly took out the book of seals from his sleeve and handed it to Wen Sheng, and said in panic: "I can't deserve it. I can't deserve the title of brother."

The old scholar joked: "What's wrong with this? I'm often called old."

Gong Xinzhou nodded like garlic, his face flushed, and his words were incoherent, "The little god is like Yourong, so is Yourong."

While drinking, the old scholar turned over the pages of the book, and soon turned to the last page. He saw Chen Ping'an's seal, smiled knowingly, and handed the seal back to Gong Xinzhou, "Take it good. Brother Gong will be promoted to the next level one day." After becoming an official, you can study in the mountains and open a mansion with plum crane. As usual, you can ask for something from your local academy. Let me see, those sage books from the Confucian Temple are dead things after all. Why should Brother Gong abandon the near and seek the far away..."

Gong Xinzhou said solemnly: "The little god must be properly enshrined as a treasure that holds the mountain."

The old scholar thought for a moment, drank two bowls of wine, and his thoughts were like a spring. He couldn't hold it anymore. He looked at Gong Xinzhou's mountain god temple on the top of the mountain and chanted a few words slowly.

Whose family has good mountains, I would like to be a neighbor. The mountain scenery will make the sun shine and the birds will return together. The most spectacular peaks are everywhere, and you are invited to share the scenery.

The wall stands thousands of feet tall, its peaks hold up the sun and moon, its beauty breaks through the blue sky, and its hands are raised close to the sun and moon. Support heaven, earth and people to see, and open the heaven and earth for me.

The painted clay statue of the mountain god in the temple shone with golden light for a moment. Gong Xinzhou at the wine shop immediately stood up and bowed to the literary saint as if receiving a decree.

This is the Tianxian spoken by the meritorious saints of the Confucian Temple.

If only one word were needed in the Three Continents where the old scholar and his master lived, he could raise the status of the mountain and water gods and instantly raise the rank of the golden and jade genealogy.

The old scholar quickly raised his hand and pressed it twice, "You're welcome, it's a trivial matter, and it doesn't raise the height of Brother Gong's statue. I just said a few nice words, a small favor without any expense."

After all, we are in the Middle-earth Divine Continent, where Yashenghedao is located, and it is not appropriate for an old scholar to act out of bounds.

The old scholar glanced at Chaoqiuhe Po. He was only happy for the old mountain god, not envious or jealous. The old scholar nodded secretly, then glanced sideways and looked up.

Yangzhi immediately understood the idea and said from his heart: "I am willing to accept Ganzhou as an anonymous disciple and teach her several water methods."

The old scholar smiled and said: "In the ruins of the Tao ancestor's alchemy furnace, there is a river woman carrying a snake mirror, and she spends all day and night with you. If this is not a Tao fate, what is a Tao fate? Previously, When Chen Pingan reminded you of this matter, you probably thought it was forcing someone to make things difficult for you and you didn't take it seriously. Have you never heard the saying, 'Everything has its beginning and end, and everything has its end'? You just don't want to think about why the Li Sheng detained you here. , but it doesn’t restrict your freedom too much, why?”

When the old scholar said this, he drew a circle on the table, "The alternation of yin and yang is like a circle, and the circulation of personnel is like a snake's coil. In the past few years, you have only been blaming others, and your Taoist heart has been dim, but you don't know that the sage of rites has given you an unworthy gift." Little kindhearted person, he hopes that you can find a new perspective here, find a new way, not in the technique but in the heart of the Tao, and embark on a broader road. That is the real opportunity of the Fourteenth Realm, no longer just relying on invading the body. As foreign objects are the way to break through the realm, you have not thought about it carefully. Why are you, the great monsters of the Wild Throne, compared with the mountain monks from the other three worlds? Because of your long life, it is so easy to reach the Ascension realm. In the end, you will be among the ten. The four realms are so difficult, what’s the crux?”

The old scholar smiled and said: "First of all, you have to repay the debt. Moreover, because you have made a human form, you are not like a human being. Liu Cha is better than you in this matter. You all think he is a sword." Because of his cultivation, he is blessed by nature, but this is not the case, just because Liu Cha’s Taoist heart has long been no different from that of human beings.”

Yang Zhi sighed quietly, stood up and said Wanfu to the old scholar. She was indeed sincerely grateful for the other person's advice, "Thank you, Literary Saint, for your advice."

In fact, the Old Throne was even more relieved. Finally, he no longer had to worry about being "refined" by someone one day in the ruins of the alchemy furnace.

The old scholar shook his head and said: "I'm just pointing out the direction of a path for you. From now on, your practice will still not be easy. For the sake of the drink, I might as well give you another sentence. The only thing you need to do is to overcome the nature of 'Ao' and endure." The heart of the Tao is above the two characters 'boil'."

Yangzhi is like taking a huge reassurance.

The old scholar was so friendly to me. Thinking about it, would he be like an extra talisman in the Confucian Temple?

Over the years, Yangzhi selling wine here has been like being in a drought, waiting for it to rain every day, which is not a good feeling.

This is one of the reasons why Yangzhi is willing to make a deal with Chen Pingan. As long as he has some relationship with this young man who is a hidden official, it is equivalent to becoming a member of the literary sage lineage.

As for the guardians of the Literary Sage lineage, everyone in the world knows them clearly. Especially the old scholar's doting on his closed disciples was truly lawless.

Besides, since Chen Ping'an is a close disciple of the old scholar, he is the junior fellow apprentice of those "monsters".

Because Yang Zhi knew very well that regarding his current situation, among the sages accompanying the Confucian Temple, and even among the three leaders of the Confucian Temple, there was no objection. If the sage had not spoken, he would have only said that he had joined forces with Liu Qi to capture him at sea. The deputy leader who killed him would definitely have killed him directly.

Unexpectedly, the old scholar smiled again and said: "As you said, good deeds are rewarded, mistakes are made, and debts must be repaid. I just say that correcting mistakes may not be easier than reaching the Fourteenth Realm. I advise you to do it early. Be mentally prepared, lest you blame me for turning you into a ditch in the future. I have always been a good-natured person who is scolded by others, but I can't stand the good intentions and kindness of people on the road. Those who are strong will trample on the mud wantonly. As long as I see you, I will get angry. Once I get angry, you will be responsible for the consequences. Not to mention the sage, even the most holy master interceding for you will not work. "

Anyway, the ceremonial saint is not here, and the old man is nowhere to be found, so I got drunk and said a few drunken words.

Yang Zhi heard these straightforward threats. She was not annoyed at all, and she did not dare to be annoyed. In any case, Wen Shengdu was still a fourteenth-level monk who restored the Confucian Temple's orthodoxy.

She took the initiative to get up and filled another bowl of wine for the old scholar. The old scholar thanked her, and then said with a smile: "Besides drinking wine and reading miscellaneous books, you should read more serious books instead of carrying a carrying pole." I don’t even know what the word “fall” means.”

What else could Yang Zhi do, so he could only nod in agreement.

Qingtong had indeed left her a lot of miscellaneous books to occupy her time.

Chaoqiu Hepo was stunned. Could it be that Master Wen Sheng was making insinuations about me?

Ever since I was a child, I have found reading boring. It’s natural. Master Literary Saint, if you blame me, who should I blame?

Gong Xinzhou noticed Gan Zhou's expression and was worried that she had misunderstood Master Literary Saint, so he immediately echoed: "A graceful lady, a gentleman likes to be courteous. A kind heart is a graceful person, and beauty is a graceful one, so reading can be enough to enhance the beauty of a beautiful woman. Of course, you must read more." The writings of sages are like white jade that is still cold when burned, and the writing is like a red string that gets deeper when struck. Therefore, in the "Etiquette", the literary sage wrote, "Songs of the Qing Temple, Singing and Sighing Three Times" The language is inspiring and thought-provoking. It echoes the saying of Master Li Sheng, "The harps and harps of the Qing Temple are separated by red strings." The so-called poetry and singing among today's literati are far from comparable. .”

Yang Zhi frowned when he heard this. There is an old saying that listening to you is worth ten years of reading, but listening to Gong Shanshen dragging his book bag away made him feel sour. Listening to his words really meant that ten years of reading were in vain.

The old scholar changed the way of saying it and said with a smile: "If you want to jump out of the Three Realms, you are not in the Five Elements, just reading. If you want to go to a higher level, there is no Three Realms and Five Elements in your eyes. Only after reading the book, there is no more words." barrier."

The girl was confused when she heard it, and the old mountain god was thinking about how to keep up with the flattery, but when she looked up, her expression suddenly became awe-inspiring.

The old scholar planned to drink three bowls of wine at the wine shop before returning to the Confucian Temple, so he drank the last bowl of wine slowly.

The world gathers and disperses in a hurry, and we grow old every time we meet.

History is like a brazier, containing a pile of warm ashes.

All the ashes are the dead people who have been completely forgotten, and those sparks are the traces of the dead people that still remain in the world.

For example, the inscriptions on the Great Wall of Jianqi, the works handed down by sages, the poems of Bai Yesuzi, the hanging statues in the ancestral halls on various mountains, the cliff carvings and stone tablets between famous mountains and rivers, and the names of tombstones visited by descendants every year... Hundreds and thousands of years later, all the ancient stories are still remembered by future generations.

Yang Zhi suddenly said, "Wen Sheng has accepted a good student."

"Such nonsense..."

The old scholar paused for a moment and drank all the wine in the bowl. "I can listen to it ten thousand times and I won't feel bored at all."

Things don't last long, and the hall is full of friends and guests scattered like water.

Now there is a thunderbolt in the hand of a visitor, and it is effortless to drive the mountains and rivers.

Old feelings can still be pursued, and the mountain wind is as strong as running.

How is it like a man wearing a green shirt and wielding a sword among the white clouds, overlooking the Five Mountains?

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In the middle of Tongye Island, inside the Demon Town Tower, under the sycamore tree.

Chen Ping'an closed his eyes and concentrated, sitting cross-legged, as if he were sitting in a mental fasting, and his mind traveled thousands of miles in his dream.

Qingtong's real body and Yin Shen have followed the young hidden official into his dream and traveled around the world. Only the burly old man in Yang Shen's body stayed where he was, worried.

Because that Xiaomo once again showed his peak posture, condensing an ethereal Dharma statue to a height of more than ten feet, wearing white clothes and white hair, holding a sword barefoot, just staring at Qing Tongyang God, occasionally glancing sideways at the towering ancient tree.

It is obvious that Qingtong cannot be trusted. If there is even the slightest abnormality, this peak swordsman will chop down the sycamore tree.

The burly old man said angrily: "We are already allies, but we are still just like guarding against thieves. What's the matter?"

Xiao Mo held the sword in front of him, wiped the pure sword light with his fingers, and asked with a smile: "Where is the swordsman Pei Min now?"

Qing Tong shook his head and said: "After that sword-asking in the rain, Pei Min disappeared."

For some reason, Xiao Mo always felt that there was something strange in the empty Demon Suppression Building.

However, he separated his mind several times and inspected every corner of the vast building, but he was still unable to find any traces of traces.

Xiao Mo asked: "The twelve scrolls you carefully set up before were all pre-arranged by Zou Zi, and you just followed them?"

Qing Tong remained silent.

Xiao Mo asked again: "How can Zou Zi take back these twelve 'answer sheets'?"

Qingtong remained silent.

Xiao Mo's eyes were cold, "Don't pretend to be deaf and dumb when I ask you a question. Do you want me to ask you about the sword before you say anything?"

Qing Tong no longer dared to be a mute, and said helplessly: "How do I know what Zou Zi thinks and how he will do things in the future? He is Zou Zi! Zou Zi is not an ordinary monk in the Fourteenth Realm!"

Qingtong commented on Zou Zi's statement, which was almost as high as the sky.

There are only a handful of monks in the Fourteenth Realm in the world, so how can they be called "ordinary"? It is true that Zou Zi, who monopolizes half of the Yin Yang family, is too weird.

Qing Tong then whispered in a low voice: "Maybe when we mention Zou Zi's name now, it will be a resonance of heaven and earth. It has already fallen into Zou Zi's ears, and he can completely ignore the isolation between heaven and earth."

Regarding taboos, in some Yamashita dynasties, not only the emperors and monarchs must be tabooed in books, but also family elders must be tabooed, and their names and trade names must be avoided. On the mountain, only a small group of great monks on the top of the mountain can receive such treatment. If a Qi practitioner boldly calls out his name, it is very likely that he will get immediate results. A Qi practitioner who speaks without scruples will surpass his own realm. High, just like "the louder the voice", the higher the possibility of the other party's feelings.

At this moment, Chen Ping'an, who had been immersed in a dream, still did not open his eyes, but smiled and said: "I deliberately made it convenient for Zou Zi to collect the answer sheets from the beginning. Xiaomo, remember that we just came here, Comrade Qing What did your friend say?"

Xiao Mo suddenly realized.

Before setting up the illusion of the scroll, this young fellow asked Chen Ping'an at the beginning, "Have you ever heard of a prophecy from Zou Zi?"

Maybe from that moment on, it was like the heaven and earth spread out.

Just like an imperial examination, Qingtong is just the marking officer in the examination room. The real person who sets the questions and the chief official of the abbot examination is Zou Zi.

The test question is the prophecy of Zou Zi.

So on the other hand, Chen Pingan's sentence that breaks the topic has also been written on the scroll paper long ago.

To borrow Zheng Juzhong’s words, “It doesn’t matter if you don’t take it seriously.”

This means that it is up to you, Zou Zi, to believe it or not, whether you take it seriously or not.

Afterwards, in the twelve heavens and earth, Chen Pingan's various words and deeds, and the ups and downs of Taoist heart, whether they came from Chen Pingan's original heart, whether they were true or false, were just like Chen Pingan's rhetorical question to Zou Zi.

Since his young master had already noticed it and had a way to deal with it, Xiao Mo would not bother himself.

Moreover, Qing Tong's initiative to mention "" can barely be regarded as a leak of secrets to make up for the situation.

Xiaomo just looked at Qingtong like he was an idiot.

Qingtong was speechless for a moment, okay, I'm an idiot.

It’s just that you, Xiaomo, are so much better than me?

Xiaomo smiled.

Unfortunately, I am a swordsman.

Thinking about things and solving puzzles are not my strengths, but when it comes to asking people to kill people with swords, I have to be counted among them.

And in the corridor on the top floor of a palace in Zhenyao Tower.

The Holy Master and Chunyang Taoist stood against the railing, but they had the same identity and perspective as the previous people. When looking at the future, of course Xiao Mo could not find it now.

The middle-aged Taoist priest who was respectfully called Lu Zu by Chen Pingan held a sword on his back and praised when he saw this: "This fellow Taoist Xizhu has a very sharp spiritual sense."

The Holy Master nodded and said: "None of these peak sword cultivators in the Ascension Realm are vegetarians."

When Master Chunyang heard Chen Ping'an's words, he was quite surprised for a moment and couldn't help but sigh: "If you are wandering in the mountains in rainy and snowy weather, if you are not careful and your steps slip, you will lose your footing and be shattered into pieces. . Such a conspiracy with Zou Zi is dangerous."

The Holy Master smiled and said: "This is what Kou Ming said, 'Whatever you find will be natural, and what you understand will be solved by yourself.' Of course, it can also be regarded as the old scholar's saying, 'Those who know themselves do not blame others, and those who know their fate do not blame heaven. ’, to put it more bluntly, it’s nothing more than drying clothes in the sun and going out to collect clothes on rainy days, but if you... forget it, just forget it. "

Master Chunyang still wanted to spread the word about these few words, and took the opportunity to ask the Holy Master more about the roots of the Three Teachings.

However, the Holy Master seemed unwilling to talk about this anymore. He had already changed the subject and asked with a smile: "You have been wandering around the Qingming world for a long time, but you haven't secretly gone to Jade Emperor City to listen to Kou Ming's preaching?"

In the hazy vision, I could vaguely see that earlier, a Taoist priest was drinking alone under the sycamore tree. The sun was setting and the wind was cold, so his friends were not coming, and the shadow of the sycamore trees was all over.

This middle-aged man has attained Taoism and is very true, and he has the charm of "the jade tree is facing the wind, and the big tree attracts the wind".

Taoist Chunyang said with a smile: "I have attended it three times, but I have been accompanied by Master Lu every time."

The Holy Master said: "Because Lu Chen had already anticipated what would happen in the future, he was still worried that you would return to Haoran in the future and take away too much of Qingming Tianxia and Bai Yujing's Tao Qi."

Chunyang Taoist said: "If Lu Chen had never left his hometown, he would have at least created one and a half more Longhu Mountains for Haoran."

The Holy Master smiled and said: "I am lucky to gain it, but I am destined to lose it. Flowers blooming outside the wall are also blooming."

Chunyang Taoist sighed: "Lu Chen's heart is unpredictable, but he is willing to look at this headmaster brother with admiration."

According to what Lu Chen said back then, his master followed Taoism and Nature, which was almost the same. The higher the Taoism, the greater the fighting ability.

As for Lu Chen, he had the same high regard for the elder brother who took over as his master and took over as a disciple. He never concealed that the reason why he left Haoran and went to Qing Ming Tianxia was just to ask questions to the Grand Master Bai Yujing. Before arriving at the Kou name, Lu Chen had many praises for him, "The suspicion is that he rushed away from the void and was not imprisoned by heaven and earth." "Yes, I'm going to travel too far on the road with my shoulders scratched"...

Lu Chen has even been threatening to write a book and biography for his senior brother.

Probably in Lu Chen's eyes, senior fellow apprentice Kou Ming exclusively holds the title of "real person".

Therefore, after Lu Chen became the third master, he always only called Kou "senior brother" to the two senior brothers in Bai Yujing, but he would call Yu Dou "senior brother Yu".

In addition, regarding this senior brother, Lu Chen also had some odd bits and pieces of words that no one else could understand, such as Tiangen, one turned into seven, seven turned into nine, returned to one, dummy...

When Taoist Chunyang traveled to Bai Yujing for the first time, Lu Chen had just become the Taoist disciple.

At that time, Lu Chen was still relatively "young and vigorous", and he told Master Chunyang that the Taoism of the world originated from the Taoist ancestors, continued to be popular among the bandits, flourished in me, Lu Chen, and would become a great spectacle in the future and return it to the world.

Lu Chen has always played with the human world, and likes to talk to ordinary people about vulgar words, and to the masters, he will say words that scare the heavens.

By the time Taoist Chunyang visited Bai Yujing for the second time, Lu Chen had successfully reached the fourteenth realm, and had the "Five Dreams and Seven Hearts" that no one had ever seen before or since.

In fact, the fellow Taoist who traveled to Jade Emperor City with Master Chunyang at that time was Master Bai Gu, one of Lu Chen's incarnations.

Chunyang Taoist guessed that one of Lu Chen's avenues, such as the Seven Heart Signs beyond the Five Dreams, was most likely born out of the great master's teaching Kou Ming's sentence "One is the beginning of transformation, and the other is the beginning of transformation." seven".

Although this kind of thing is rare in the mountains, there are indeed some precedents, just like the predecessors put forward a certain hypothesis that seemed to be hanging in the air, it was absurd, a loft in the sky, and then someone actually made it happen.

The Most Holy Master patted the railing and said slowly: "If Kou Ming had been born a few years earlier, he wouldn't have dared to say that he would be one of the top ten heroes in the world. He would definitely have a place among the candidates."

There are two theories in the world about the origin of Taoism that first created the "Boundless Man". One is from the Western Buddhist country, tracing back to the theory of "nothing", and the other is from Bai Yujing's palm. He taught Kou Ming to "walk on top of all things, walk on empty space as if walking on solid ground, and sleep on empty space as if on a bed."

And because of this theory, some enlightened Taoists in the Qingming world who have reached high places and have a far-sighted view always feel that the Taoism taught by Bai Yujing often "seems to be related to Buddhist scriptures" and occasionally "is similar to Confucianism."

It's just that out of respect for the Grand Master, they would naturally not express this disrespectful idea to the outside world, and would only mention it in casual chats among their friends on the mountain top.

There is a widely circulated fantasy novel in the Qingming world, written by an unknown person, called "Shu Yi Zhi". It says that in ancient times there was a Taoist man who often traveled around the world calmly riding the wind on the first day of spring, and returned to the wind on the first day of autumn. In the caves, when the wind blows, the grass and trees in the world grow, and when the wind blows away, the grass and trees in the world shake down.

This tall old man, who looked very powerful, turned around and asked with a smile: "Do you think that if there is something like the Ten Greatest People in the World in the future, the ten young people in the world and the ten candidates who were selected by Zou Zi, in total, There are twenty-two people, how many of them can be on the list?"

Chunyang Taoist thought for a moment and said: "In Pindao's opinion, at most 20% can be included in the review. And before that, there will be a battle that has different opportunities. It will not take a thousand years to settle down. Except for Ning Yao from the Colorful World and Fei Ran, the co-leader of the Wilderness, because they are already justified, no one else dares to say that they will definitely win."

The implication is that only four or five young people can successfully join the fifteen or sixteen people on the "top of the mountain".

Chunyang Taoist's words actually have a deeper meaning, that is, among the fourteenth realm monks in the world, some will definitely fail.

This is also coupled with the fact that some monks who have achieved perfection in the Ascension Realm step up and join forces, which will also squeeze out a few places.

The Holy Master joked: "Chunyang Lu Yan, you have to be counted as one, right?"

Chunyang Taoist shook his head and said: "Pindao is a Sandan person, so he won't join in the fun. He wants to find a great path from a small place."

The Holy Master didn't seem to find it strange at all, and asked: "Just because you feel that the Supreme Way cannot be begged for love, so you plan to cut off the love thread with the sword of wisdom? Have you chosen the dojo?"

Taoist Chunyang nodded, "After you have chosen, you are afraid that you will not be able to get it, and you will fall into it, and you will never recover. So you may need the help of the Holy Master to choose someone to protect the road a little, and only say a few words at the critical moment." Foreign language'."

The Most Holy Master smiled and said: "What a coincidence, what a coincidence. It answers to the old saying, what is far away is yet so close?"

Lu Yan was a little helpless.

It's not that he is dissatisfied with the choice of the Holy Master, but once he chooses this person, he will probably have to offer something. It's not that I feel sorry for this "something", but that for a Taoist who has reached the level of Lu Yan, it is actually more troublesome to deal with the matter of forming a relationship, whether it is good or bad.

Lu Yan said: "Rong Pindao, let's take a look again?"

The Holy Master said: "What are you saying? It's like I'm forcing you to nod. It's something that both of you must agree to. If you take a step back, even if you agree, I won't ask Chen the same question." It’s all about safety. If he doesn’t agree, can I force him?”

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The heavy rain was pouring, and someone wearing a bamboo hat and green coir raincoat was walking along the riverside. When he encountered a mountain peak, he only needed to tip his toes, and his figure was as erratic as a wisp of blue smoke, and he reached the top of the mountain in an instant.

This Qiantang River, known as Zhejiang in ancient times, is divided into two sources, the north and the south, with many tributaries. At this moment, Chen Ping'an is standing on the mouth of the Qililong River. The old Qiantang River was long Caoyong, and now Baopingzhou Qidu Linlibo, Taoist Temple The location, nearby, is an ancient broken secret realm called Feng Shui Cave. It is rumored that it is full of dragon energy, and it is the place where many ancient Shu dragons collect their corpses and bury them. However, now the dojo has several layers of interlocking deceptions. Ordinary earth immortals, even if they are proficient in the art of geography, have an unworthy map in their hands, they will only go around in circles and beat the walls, preventing them from getting in.

Chen Pingan deliberately restrained his Qi, suppressed his fists, and let the rain beat on him. He held up his bamboo hat and looked at a prosperous county town. There were many shops on the shore and many guild halls were built for merchants from the same village to do business. For resting and discussing business, in addition to various merchant ships docked on the shore, there is also a kind of flower boat called a wild rice boat. According to local county records, there are nine fishermen with nine surnames living on the water. They are all lowly and are not allowed to take part in the imperial examinations or wear shoes ashore.

Even when they disembark from the ship, their clothing and clothing must be distinguished from the common people. Just like at this moment, just by looking at the umbrella in their hand, the identity of the boat owner will be clear at a glance.

The entrance to the old Jiao Taoist temple is different from other Xianjia caves built in secluded mountains and deep water. Its "mountain gate" is actually near the county government office, just at the Xuanmiao Temple and Zhaode Temple in the northwest corner. between.

Qing Tong lifted a corner of the power fence, glanced at the other side, and said softly: "It is rumored that this old Qiantang dragon has a violent temper and controls Ku Lie."

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "The rivers in the world each have their own water nature, just like being born as a human being with a nature brought from the mother's womb."

For example, in Hongzhu Town, the place where three rivers converge, the water of Yuye River is unpredictable, the water of Chongdan River is strong, and the water of Xiuhua River is soft. As for the water quality of the main Qiantang River, the poems about the spring tide are proof. Before Cao Yong ascended to Yuanying, he used extremely strict methods to manage the waters under his jurisdiction. He often fought with the neighboring river gods who had been enthroned by the imperial court in the early days. He often killed hundreds of thousands of water tribe creatures and damaged hundreds of miles of crops.

Sensing the strangeness in the world, an old man named Gunfu strode out of the dojo with great momentum and stood outside the Xuanmiao Temple. He was tall, with deep eyes, sharp outlines, a beard and a beard, and was wearing a gold-infused Gun jade robe.

Uncle Dadu Linli, whose true form has been staying in the Feng Shui Cave almost all year round, narrowed his golden eyes, held the jade belt around his waist with both hands, and looked at the touch of green on the top of the mountain.

By using his natal magical power, he could see things that ordinary Qi practitioners could not see. He could only see the man in green shirt on the top of the mountain, his face was blurry, and there was a woman wearing a power fence beside him.

Cao Yong said loudly: "Since fellow Taoists are here, why do you still want to hide your head and show your tail? Are you so shameless?"

Before he could finish his words, he had already used his magical power to condense the rain from the sky into a stream of water, turning into a long green dragon that was a hundred feet long, heading straight towards the couple on the top of the mountain.

How dare you, on your own territory, with a Duke of Dadu who is equivalent to the Jade Pu Realm, use this... mirage secret method?

But the next moment, Cao Yong's mood became solemn. He saw the green-shirted man just raised his hand and used an immortal magical power similar to the sun and moon in the Qiankun pot in his sleeve. He directly put the water dragon into his sleeve without saying anything, and then changed it. The hands shake the sleeves, leaving the left hand in and the right hand out, as if pouring all the water from a river into the rolling river at the foot of the mountain.

Qing Tong was a little gloating. In this dream, Chen Ping'an was God. You, a jade-level water dragon, have long lost the advantage of being in the small world. How can you fight with it?

Chen Pingan took a step forward, shrunk down the mountains and rivers, and came straight to Cao Yong. He took off his bamboo hat, cupped his fists and said with a smile, "Junior Chen Pingan, I have met Uncle Linli."

younger generation?

After Cao Yong saw the other party's appearance clearly, he was quite surprised, especially the self-effacing address given by the other party.

The two parties have never met each other, and there is no incense and affection at all. Why do they have to lower their status and act like a junior?

Cao Yong suppressed his doubts and returned the salute, "Cao Yong has met Chen Yinguan."

Cao Yong turned sideways, stretched out his palm, and said with a smile: "Yin Guan please."

A small door appeared in the cave. On the door's forehead were four golden characters "There is a Different Cave" and a couplet.

A hole within a hole, a hole within a hole. Tian Wai Tian becomes Tian Wai Tian.

Qing Tong looked through the power fence, glanced at the couplet, and said softly: "A hole in a hole, see a hole in a hole. The sky is beyond the sky, and the sky is beyond the sky."

But Qing Tong quickly changed his words, "In the cave, the cave is in the cave. Beyond the sky, the sky is the sky, the sky is outside the sky?"

Cao Yong smiled and asked: "I dare to ask this fellow Taoist, could it be Ning Jianxian?"

Chen Pingan was choked for words.

Within the power fence gauze, Qing Tong also rolled his eyes fiercely, what kind of look does this old dragon have?

No wonder it is now a half-empty world.

Cao Yong knew that he had made a mistake, so he just pretended that he had said nothing and led the two of them into the Feng Shui cave.

Inside the cave, the three of them walked through the corridor and saw the white jade beams and pillars, the sapphire steps, the coral bed with water curtains, the amber bridge with glazed door lintels... all the treasures in the world are here.

The only flaw is that although the aura in this Feng Shui cave is abundant and thick as water, it is empty, not even the talisman puppets, making it look lifeless.

After learning the purpose of young Yin Guan's visit, Cao Yong was not in a hurry to express his position. He just asked, "Why did Yin Guan come to me?"

Chen Pingan said: "We have a senior in Luopo Mountain. He taught me and my disciple Pei Qian most of the boxing techniques. He and Mr. Cao are old friends who have never known each other before fighting."

Cao Yong thought for a moment and asked tentatively: "Is that Cui Cheng?"

It is not difficult to guess that in the mountains and rivers of Aquarius Continent, the pure martial artist who can teach Chen Pingan and Pei Qian is either Da Li Song Changjing or Cui Cheng who has been missing for many years. In addition, Chen Pingan is from the lineage of literary saints, and Cui Cheng Cheng's grandson, Xiuhu Cui Cheng, once had the identity of a disciple of the Literary Saint lineage, which is obviously more likely than Song Changjing. Moreover, Chen Pingan said that this person is a stranger to him, so he can only It could be Cui Cheng.

As expected, Chen Pingan smiled and nodded.

In fact, Cao Yong, as the Elder Jiao of Qiantang, could have reached the Yupu realm a hundred years ago. However, at that time, the waters of the Qiantang River encountered a severe drought that had never happened in a thousand years. Cao Yong had no choice but to reveal his true form and pull the sea water. The Qiantang River was poured backwards, which brought a sweet rain. This kind of behavior is tantamount to an act that goes against one's own Taoism. That is to say, because there is no immediate superior, Lao Jiao "just" ends up with a loss of three to five hundred years of Taoism. If it had been placed three thousand years ago, or ten thousand years ago, Years ago, Cao Yong could have gone to the Dragon-Slaying Platform where his skin had been peeled off and his head had been ripped off due to cramps.

Before this, Cui Cheng didn't think highly of the irascible Chief Qian Tang. He once visited Cao Yong because of a incident and had a fierce interrogation.

After that, Cui Cheng's impression of Cao Yong changed, and he took the initiative to visit again, not asking about boxing, just... asking about wine.

However, Cui Cheng was teaching boxing at Luoluo Shanzhulou, and he and Chen Pingan never mentioned anything about the past, not even once.

On the contrary, it was only when the old man came to Nuanshu and Xiaomili that he had no airs at all and was willing to take the initiative to chat with the two little girls about his early travels in the world.

According to Pei Qian, Sister Nuanshu listens carefully every time. Xiaomi Li is amazing. When she hears some stories that have been told once or twice, she shakes her head vigorously and says the next sentence without giving any face. , I’ve said it, I’ve said it, let’s listen to a more exciting and frightening landscape story... The old man never disappoints Xiao Mili in the following story. Of course, Xiao Mili’s support is also amazing. I was shocked when I heard it. At first glance, there will be countless exclamations.

Chen Pingan introduced to Cao Yong the Taoist friend next to him, whose Taoist name was Qingtong, from Tongyezhou.

Naturally, Cao Yong had never heard of this person, so he just thought he was an outsider who didn't show up easily.

Qing Tong's first words made Cao Yong look at this person more highly.

"Uncle Linli, it seems that he had a good relationship with Taoist Chunyang."

Cao Yong didn't think this was an unspeakable secret, and nodded: "I was once fortunate enough to hear a Taoist man named Chunyang explain the "Fire Sutra". With this, I achieved a small accomplishment in Taoism and was able to become a Nascent Soul. Unfortunately, Chunyang The Taoist’s kindness in preaching has never been repaid.”

When that foreign Taoist was preaching to Cao Yong in Feng Shui Cave, the Great Way appeared, his witty words were like pearls, and a rain of fire fell.

After being tempered by the fire and rain, Cao Yong walked across the river very easily and smoothly, just like a Jinshi master who was named on the gold list of the imperial examination and turned around to take part in a government examination or even a county examination. Of course, it was a trivial matter. .

After Cao Yong learned about the relationship between the young Yin Guan and Cui Cheng, he agreed to the favor without hesitation.

Cao Yong suddenly asked: "We have another guest coming. There are two groups of people in one boat. They are all my old friends from Shuifu. Master Chen Shan, do you mind meeting together?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "It's up to you."

In fact, Chen Ping'an noticed the whereabouts of that group of people earlier than Cao Yong.

In a small boat on the river, there were three Qi practitioners from other continents and two local water gods from Aquarius Island.

Seeing Chen Ping'an being so polite and considerate on the side of a water dragon, Qing Tong was a little embarrassed, wondering why Mr. Yin Guan didn't have the slightest intention to do as he pleased.

Naturally, Cao Yong didn't know the inside story, so he still took the lead in introducing the identity of the passengers on the boat to the young official.

The two water gods are both Lake Lords who are qualified to open mansions. One has his seat at Qingcao Lake near the Qiantang River, located near Longyou County and Wushang County. The female Water Goddess is named Zhuxiang.

Another Lake Lord, named Wang Xiangjin, ruled at Biluo Lake in Nadangtu County.

The other three are not local monks from Aquarius Continent. Among them is Chen Zhenrong, who comes from the Confucian Chen family in Nanbosu Continent and is good at painting dragons.

In addition, there are two from the Middle-earth Divine Continent, a female monk named Qin Buyi, and a man who calls himself Luoyang Muke, a Baofengzhai.

The three foreign monks had actually been here as guests before, but Chen Zhenrong had a last-minute idea and said he wanted to visit Longyou County. In ancient times, the land that belonged to Gumei was established as Taimo County. Later, it was renamed several times and finally named Longyou.

The heavy rain is pouring and the sky is dark. The tourists sit in danger and return to the boat to go alone.

There was a small black-topped boat undulating in the river, with white raindrops jumping into the boat. It looked like it was about to capsize at any time.

There were five people on the boat drinking and talking and laughing freely. Naturally, they were all enlightened men and immortals.

The chatting is also related to practice, but each has his own opinion, which is the most critical one among the twelve realms under ascension.

Some people say that it is the Liu Ren Realm among the lower five realms. It was created by Liu Qi and then someone widened the path, allowing monks to reach the sky in one step.

Some people also say that it is the Dongfu Realm, the first level of the Five Middle Realms. The reason is that when it comes to our cultivation, it is difficult to say that there are more than hundreds of roads under our feet. There are two things about closing the door. When the door is closed, the body and Taoist mind are all secluded in the mountains. Once the door is opened, thousands of feet of red dust are rolling in. It is also a practice, which is different from the Mahayana and Hinayana of Buddhism.

Some people also say that the most important one is the sea-viewing state. When practitioners start climbing mountains, this state is like viewing the sea from a tower. The state is not high, but it is the most powerful level. They only say half of the sentence passed down by the anonymous person: "Nine continents in the middle, like a snake coiled in a mirror" is such a broad vision. Many realms after that, even the upper five realms of Yupu and Immortal, are higher and higher, but in fact they still cannot be compared with it. .

Seeing that Chen Ping'an did not reject the matter, Cao Yong took him and fellow Taoist Qingtong out of the cave and came to the shore to greet the boat that was about to dock.

It was windy and rainy, and the day was like night. The three of them didn't need to use any tricks.

After the five people on the boat saw the three people on the shore, for a moment, the fragrance was swirling around. A woman with a graceful figure and natural water resistance, without any rain gear, floated to the shore and looked at the man wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat. , with a somewhat shy expression on her face, she stretched out her fingers to stroke her temples, her eyes sparkling, and she said softly: "Shui Mansion is deep and deep, located in a corner. The little god is obscure, and the wind and rain on the temples are terrible."

Qing Tong clicked his tongue in his heart.

Chen Ping'an lowered his head slightly, clasped his fists and said with a smile: "I have seen Mr. Zhuxiang Shui of Qingcao Lake."

The king of Biluo Lake is Xiang Jin, who has a slender figure, but is covered with a mask. When he came ashore, he saw the green-shirted guest, like a scholar meeting a scholar. He bowed and saluted and said, "Mr. Chen is laughing."

Wang Xiangjin was a weak scholar before his death. He had no fame and was not a hero on the battlefield. He was the most typical kind of good luck in the strange novels. By chance, he married into the Dragon Palace Water Mansion in the old Biluo Lake as his son-in-law. Before Long Jun died, he was inferior to Wang Xiangjin. Because of his gentle appearance, Long Jun was worried that Wang Xiangjin would not be able to subdue the water monster, so he gave him a ghost face. After wearing it, the red face and fangs looked as ferocious as a yaksha. It was a water magic treasure that made the son-in-law Wearing it during the day and removing it at night can not only assist in spiritual practice, but also frighten the heroes. After succeeding to the throne of Sui Lord, the statue of his god has a ghost-like appearance, as do the other gods accompanying him in the temple.

Chen Ping'an bowed in return and said with a smile, "I've heard the name Biluo Lake Water Lord for a long time."

The Chinese female cultivator who carried a wooden spear and wore a poplar sword on her waist, and Bao Fangzhai, who looked dull, just nodded to the young hermit official, and Chen Ping'an also nodded in greeting.

The old man surnamed Chen with rosacea smiled heartily and said: "Master Chen, are we distant relatives?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "I can calculate it, but it's quite difficult."

The old man joked: "No wonder Blacksmith Ruan doesn't like talking about you."

Chen Pingan smiled as usual and said nothing.

The old man suddenly asked: "Earlier, a few of us were on the boat talking about which of the twelve realms was the most important. What did Master Chen think?"

Chen Ping'an looked serious and said: "Everything is important."

The old man was stunned for a moment, then gave a thumbs up, "Goodbye!"

After that, Cao Yong asked them to go to his house first, while he had to send the young official on a journey through mountains and rivers.

Before Chen Pingan left Qililong, he asked Uncle Linli whether the matter was feasible.

Lao Jiao held the jade belt around his waist with both hands and said with a calm expression: "It is a matter of course for a man of the Tao to attain the Tao."

After obtaining Lao Jiao's consent, Chen Ping'an waved his sleeves. The wind and rain suddenly stopped for a moment, and golden light dots turned into a long golden river and poured into his sleeves.

In history, there were more than 1,000 literati and poets who left more than 2,000 poems.

The poems and lyrics recorded in local and county annals, with hundreds of thousands of words in them, seemed to be "stripped out" from each book upon receiving an order.

When Cao Yong saw this vision, even though Chen Ping'an and fellow Taoist fellow Qing had left, he still stood there and could not recover for a long time. He was filled with emotion in his heart. He never thought that in addition to swordsmanship and boxing skills, young Yin Guan also had Taoist skills. So impressive.

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In the corridor, Lu Yan asked: "Has the Holy Master met Zou Zi before?"

"We met, and we chatted for a while. In the end, Zou Zi and I had a hard word, 'Eating at the same table, each serving its own bowl.'"

The Holy Master nodded, "Because I told Zou Zi first, 'You are a fortune-telling Yin-Yang magician, so don't bully our Confucian disciples.'"

Taoist Chunyang found that the Holy Master beside him seemed to be in a good mood, with a smile on his face, and he managed to hold back his laughter.

Taoist Chunyang asked: "Holy Master, what did you see...the future scene?"

"After looking at the past, I saw all the cultivators and all the ordinary masters. Each of us, standing on this earth, is like a mountain... peak. Without exception, we are all standing tall with the sky and the earth. Everyone has his or her own level. No matter what happens to us, even if we lower our heads or bend down, we still have our feet on the earth and our backs on the sky."

The Holy Master smiled and said: "As for the future, if you don't tell the truth after seeing through it, it won't work if you tell the truth."

There are countless subtle trajectories, creating countless blurry pictures, which eventually overlap and converge into one at a certain place.

The clouds and mist between the sky and the earth dispersed, and someone could be vaguely seen leading the way, followed by several figures, gradually climbing higher.

But before that, the Holy Master saw something unusual.

The Holy Master couldn't help but slap the fence and laugh.

The scene flashed by. It was the ancestors of the three religions who went to the old site of Lizhu Cave Heaven together. At that time, in the small town, only the Taoist ancestor among the three met Chen Ping'an.

Daozu and Chen Pingan walked side by side towards the clay bottle alley.

Finally Daozu stopped outside the alley.