Chen Ping'an at the wellhead said, "Come up."

The boy in white at the bottom of the well shook his head and said, "I don't."

Chen Ping'an said calmly: "Let's have a good chat, let's reason first, and I won't fight and kill from the beginning. Besides, I will have such a little brute force. If I really want to fight, I can beat you Cui Dongshan?"

The boy Cui Xian below shook his head hard, "I won't!"

Chen Ping'an frowned and said, "Why?"

Cui Xian shouted: "I'm afraid of heat, so it's cooler under the well."

Chen Ping'an took a deep breath, stood up, and walked slowly around the ancient well.

A voice came from below, "Chen Ping'an, stop pretending, you don't recognize me as a student, but I believe you are my husband, so I can't beat you, and I dare not kill you. Once you insist on taking action, I will definitely suffer a loss. Also, your murderous aura is almost filled with this old well. If I go up and get beaten up, I will be stupid?"

The boy in white smiled and said, he stepped on the slightly rippling water surface. The boy in white reached out to the inner wall of the old well, with green moss, smooth and cold.

Although his words were relaxed and casual, his mood was not at all comfortable at this moment. It was even more exhausting and his few remaining family backgrounds than pretending to be an old man in the Dashui Mansion.

After coming from the bottom of the river along the groundwater to the bottom of the well, Cui Feng realized for the first time that the boy named Chen above could really threaten his life. Although he was not sure what shocking methods Chen Ping'an had hidden, his intuition was always very accurate.

Chen Ping'an was walking around the corner, but he didn't want to go around with that guy. He asked bluntly: "Did you let the county magistrate Wu Yuan secretly tamper with those situation charts from the county government office?"

Cui Xian shouted, "Hey hey hey? Chen Ping'an, I can't hear clearly what you said."

Chen Ping'an nodded and said, "That's it."

Cui Xian suddenly became anxious, "What? There is such a reason?"

Chen Ping'an asked: "I will only ask you one question. Will you hurt Li Baoping and the others?"

Cui Xian did not answer this question directly, but asked back: "I told the answer, will you believe me?"

Chen Ping'an said without hesitation: "No."

Cui Xian was so angry that he jumped, "Then you just ask!"

The boy above will not say anything more.

Cui Qian pricked up his ears and listened, but there was no movement. He was suddenly a little panicked, full of grievance and looked tragic. He thought to himself that he was really a tiger falling into Pingyang and was bullied by a dog. If he had tonight's Dashui Mansion, he would just take out an ant and throw it in front of you Chen Ping'an. How about you be so arrogant?

It’s a pity that people are under the eaves, so they have to bow their heads. The young man in white quickly stretched his neck and shouted, “Christ Chen, Brother Chen, Uncle Chen, Ancestor Chen! You are unhappy to be my husband. If you don’t take it, you won’t be right. But we have no grievances for no reason. Can we not be so unreasonable? If you don’t talk about affection, we can just talk about the morality of the world!”

The above finally responded, "I promised Mr. Qi that he would send them to the Dasui Academy safely."

On the water surface at the bottom of the well, the boy in white fell completely silent.

Next to the well, after this sentence, it was also so silent.

Chen Ping'an has always distrust the boy in white and is very wary of this person.

The person surnamed Cui had ulterior motives from the beginning, and there was no doubt that even the blind man could see this.

For example, when I stayed at Qiulu Inn this time, Cui, the surname of Cui, took the City God Temple as the guide, and naturally involved Qiulu Inn. His seemingly kind words were actually used by Lin Shouyi's practice to throw out bait, so that Chen Ping'an took the initiative to ask for the old city God site.

After leaving the Dali Yefu Pass, the road was too smooth compared to the previous bumps and bumps. Lin Shouyi practiced with peace of mind, and Li Huai was heartless and young. Although Li Baoping didn't say anything, the little girl was hurt by Zhu He and Zhu Lu's father-daughter affairs. Moreover, she was the most veritable one of the most studied students and study abroad along the way. She often thought about some strange questions. Compared with Lin Shouyi, who was already a qi-training genius, and Li Huai, who was talented, Li Baoping was the one who suffered the most on the way to study.

As for thanks and Yu Lu, it was originally brought into the team by a young man in white, which is another matter.

Although Chen Ping'an is busy all day long, in addition to taking care of the three of them, he needs to practice boxing when he is on the road. When he has free time, he uses the stake sword furnace to nourish his body and make up for loopholes. However, whether Chen Ping'an was in the battle of Qidun Mountain, Zhu Lu's sinister assassination in Pillow Post in Hongzhu Town, or the danger of encountering the female ghost in the wedding dress, or Huang Tingguo's subsequent journey through mountains and rivers.

Chen Ping'an never forgot one thing, he was escorting Li Baoping and the other two to study in the Sui Dynasty.

Tonight, before Lin Shouyi left, he reminded me that what Cui Dongshan wants to ask for from you, Chen Ping'an, may not be a physical object, but may be something very big and empty, involving the great way of practicing people.

Li Baoping also accidentally mentioned that the chess of the chess surname Cui is very powerful. She and Lin Shouyi calculate at most a few steps in the next few steps, but the chess surname Cui can calculate very far-reachingly, so far that Lin Shouyi, thank you and Yu Lu can't imagine it. When playing chess with them, the chess surname Cui may have thought of the middle game or even the end when the start.

After Lin Shouyi left the pavilion, Chen Ping'an felt the knot in his heart more and more difficult to resolve when he looked at the old well.

After thinking about it, Chen Ping'an not only did not understand the context, but his mind was in a mess. In the end, he had no choice but to try to put all the complicated and complicated things on hold for the time being and push everything back to the beginning.

For example, the town in my hometown.

Another example is the first time meeting.

Then Chen Ping'an remembered an outsider, county magistrate Wu Yuan.

If there is a county magistrate, there will be an official office, and the real source of the situation charts of all sizes on them is that office, not Miss Ruan Xiu.

After Chen Ping'an returned to the house, he began to spread out the maps, which seemed to take an entire hour.

Still couldn't find the exact truth, but Chen Ping'an saw a line vaguely.

This line is added together on each map, perhaps less than one meter long.

But this length has made Chen Ping'an and the others walk for so long.

Cui Xian raised his hands and said, "I'm afraid of you. I swear to the sky, can I do it? I, Cui Dongshan, promised that I won't hurt Li Baoping, Li Huai, Lin Shouyi and the three little kids!"

"Cui Dongshan."

Chen Ping'an hesitated for a moment, "Are you serious?"

Cui Xian patted his chest so that he could hear it from Jingkou, "Believe me once!"

At this moment, a crisp voice sounded happily, "Uncle Master! You are indeed here!"

A little girl with red cotton jacket rushed rapidly and rushed to the pavilion, jumped and leaped. Her two slender arms swung hard in the air. With a thud, her feet landed almost at the same time. She stood straight outside the pavilion, her body tilted and shaking. Finally, she stood still, and was still a little distance from the old water well, and the girl continued to run.

Chen Ping'an opened his mouth, laughing and crying, just get used to it, walked towards her quickly and asked, "Why can't you sleep?"

Li Baoping sighed in an old age, "Thank you for snoring when you sleep, it's very noisy."

Chen Ping'an smiled and didn't say anything.

The little girl immediately said honestly: "Okay, I admit that she didn't snore when she was sleeping, because I woke up from a nightmare."

Chen Ping'an turned his head and glanced at the water wellhead, then asked with a smile: "What nightmare did you have?"

Li Baoping shook his head and said, "I have dreamed almost every day since I was a child, but after I woke up, I never remembered any dreams, I only remember whether it was a good dream or a nightmare."

Chen Ping'an pulled her back to the pavilion and sat down.

The little girl kept talking: "Uncle Master, we left the town for almost half a year. According to the map, we have already walked for half a year. We have walked for half a distance. The time is so fast, it is faster than me, right?"

"Oh, it would be great if the Sui Dynasty was at the southernmost point of our Baoping Continent. I could still see the scene of the sea with my uncle."

"Uncle Master, you said that the water of the Tiefu River Embroidered River is so big, so how big is the sea? I heard from my elder brother that there is an Laolong City over there. Looking south from the top of the city, the waves are as high as more than ten floors. Do you think it is scary?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "If you go so far, you will have to wear out many pairs of straw sandals. But this time we went to the Great Sui Academy. I heard that there will be few mountain roads in the Great Sui territory. Then you won't have to wear straw sandals anymore, and you will all buy comfortable boots."

Li Baoping looked down at the thick straw sandals on his feet, raised his head, and grinned, "When the time comes, I will wear the same boots as my junior teacher, but they will be of different sizes. We'll agree."

Chen Ping'an quipped: "Why, I dislike the uncle who doesn't wear boots and continues to wear straw sandals. Is it embarrassing for you then?"

The little girl looked surprised and widened her eyes, "Wow, uncle, you will joke with people now!"

Chen Ping'an was stunned.

Li Baoping sat on the bench, swaying his feet in straw sandals, raised his head and accidentally found a string of small wind chimes hanging under the eaves.

The little girl said for no reason: "Uncle Master, I always feel that the teacher is missing us."

Chen Ping'an nodded.

The little girl leaned her head against the Zhuqi Pavilion pillar, closed her eyes and listened with her ears.

It seemed like the last spring breeze in the world, blowing the bells under the eaves.

Dingdong Dingdong Dingdong...

The little girl waited for a long time, but she couldn't wait for the second string of wind chimes. She suddenly jumped off the chair and ran away, turning her head and waved: "Uncle Master, I'll go to bed first!"

Chen Ping'an waved his hand with a smile, and then returned to the old water well.

The boy in white stayed there all the time, neither leaving the bottom of the well nor showing up at the wellhead.

———

The mountains west of Longquan are stretched, and there is a mountain called Luopo Mountain. A secretary named Fu Yu, who is the number one confidant of the county magistrate Wu Yuan, had a dispute with outsiders in the county town before. Wu Yuan was unwilling to have trouble at this critical moment, and he did not want anyone to make a fuss about this, so he asked Fu Yu to be responsible for the construction of this mountain temple. In fact, he was a refugee.

In the middle of the night when the stars were sparse, this young man from the Dali family, who was born in the Dali family but became a turbid clerk, found a strange guy who built a bamboo building on the Luopo Mountain alone.

After seeing Fu Yu, the man asked with a smile: "It shouldn't be the student of Master Cui. Did Wuxianzun come to me personally?"

Fu Yu's face was calm and explained straight to the point: "Wu Yuan is the chess piece placed by the Empress next to his husband, and I am the chess piece placed by the National Master next to the magistrate of Longquan County."

His handsome appearance, the demeanor of a noble family, indifferent eyes, and cold words, are very different from the gentle and elegant impression that Fu Yu has always given people in the office.

After Fu Yu said something, he stretched out a palm and spread it in front of the other party.

The man picked up a black chess piece from Fu Yu's palm, reached out to signal Fu Yu to sit on a bamboo chair, with a smile on his face: "I understand, then we will ask for a price all over the sky, and the other will pay back the money. Under the bright moon and breeze, we will do something to do if we are slaughtering?"

Fu Yu looked at the Northern Yue God of the Divine Water Kingdom in the past, nodded, and was not angry at Wei Bo's sarcasm. He sat calmly on the small bamboo chair and turned to look at the bamboo building that was far from completion in the night. The bamboo building was not big and took a long time, but it was only less than half of it. Because Wei Bo did not spend money to hire a young and strong man in the town, he was unwilling to say hello to the Longquan County Office, and seconded a group of Lu prisoners, and always did it himself.

Because there are only a few hills in Luopo Mountain, and there is no mountain ban, woodcutters and villagers can still enter Luopo Mountain to chop firewood. There are gods and gods on the other hills that make people build mansions, and they are busy, and dust will fly on the hills every day.

It is rumored that there are bottomless cliffs and rock caves in Luopo Mountain, and a huge crushing mark can be seen around it. The clerks and young and strong people who built mountain god temples in Luopo Mountain, many people said that they had seen a black snake with a thick body as thick as a wellhead. They often went to the stream to drink water. When they saw them, the giant creature was neither afraid to retreat nor hurt people. They took the water to themselves and wandered away.

Wei Bo created a delicate and elegant bamboo bone paper fan for himself. He sat on a bamboo chair, crossed his legs and gently sniffed the breeze.

This summer, there are almost no hot days in the hot summer, and now autumn is coming soon, which is caught off guard.

It seemed like the little girl from the red cotton-padded jacket on Fulu Street, jumping on the ground with charcoal pens and jumping from spring to autumn.
To be continued...