Although there is no need to visit relatives, it is not a big deal for the New Year to stay in the deserted and down-and-out mountain. So Chen Ping'an took the two little guys out of the mountains and returned to the bustling town. It was already so lively that it was no less than any county town in Huangtingguo. It was just that the iron lock well without iron locks, the old street of old locust trees, and the school of Mr. Qi. No matter how popular he was and the atmosphere of the New Year was, Chen Ping'an still felt a little disappointed.

As the alley approached, the boy in Qingyi complained: "Master, if I go to Niping Lane this time, I will encounter a fierce evil spirit on the way, it is the kind that can kill me with one punch. If I don't say anything harshly, I will never go down the mountain and go back to the old house in the future! Don't blame me for being unfaithful at that time."

As a result, just as she walked to the entrance of Niping Lane, Chen Ping'an saw a familiar figure, slender and graceful, like a tender willow branch in the spring breeze. She was holding a bucket with her hands. It should be the well in Xinghua Lane just now. It was a little difficult to just fall off the bucket. Then the girl bent over there and gasped. The bucket fell heavily and splashed a lot of water, but the girl didn't care about this flaw at all.

Song Jixin's maid, Zhigui, or Wang Zhu.

Just the matter of becoming someone's maid, is it him or his neighbor Song Jixin? Chen Ping'an doesn't blame the girl because the book says that good birds choose trees to live on.

On that snowy night, the girl fell dying in the snow, and tried her best to reach out and gently pat the door.

Whether or not others can save people is Chen Ping'an's own business. Whether others can repay kindness is someone else's business.

It’s just that reunion is much faster than I thought, and Chen Ping'an is in a complicated mood.

Zhigui also saw Chen Ping'an, wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, and looked at Chen Ping'an. The straw sandals were still straw sandals, but the hairpin was not on his hair. He seemed to be a little taller. He no longer walked around alone, but there were two small oil bottles around him.

The girl didn't say anything.

Just as Chen Ping'an was about to say hello, he found that the boy in Qingyi held his arm hard and stopped letting him walk forward. Not only him, but also the girl in pink skirt hid behind him, holding his sleeves tightly. The two little guys trembled together, and they didn't dare to breathe.

Just like a timid ordinary man, he is most afraid of ghosts in his life, and then he really sees ghosts in the daytime.

The child in green is regretful and wishes to give himself a big mouth and make you a crow's mouth!

The girl in the pink skirt whispered behind Chen Ping'an: "Master, I'm afraid, more afraid than death."

Chen Ping'an sighed, "Then you go to the other part of the town, for example, we are in the shop on Qilong Lane, please help me watch some business, and I'll look for you in the future."

The two little guys ran away as if they were granted amnesty.

Chen Ping'an walked to Nibo Lane alone, and like the same scene over the years, the boy helped the girl pick up the bucket and walked into the alley together.

Zhigui asked, "Those two guys are your newly-received book boy maids?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Do you think I look like a master? They shouted and played."

Zhigui said oh.

When passing the Cao family's ancestral home, the gate of the courtyard was wide open. The old Cao Xi squatted at the door and cracked melon seeds, while the young Cao Jun squatted on the wall, still cracked melon seeds.

It is obvious that we are watching the fun together.

Cao Xi smiled and said, "My aunt, is this your little lover? I was kind to each other early in the morning, which made me and the two masters Cao Jun very envious."

With a bang.

The fiery red fox shattered above Cao Jun's head, and then appeared on the roof. In an instant, it exploded again. After repeated, it stretched out from the roof of the old Cao family's house to the next house, until it left Nibo Lane. The fiery red fox was not affected. His eyes were dim and he sat cross-legged on a raised eaves with gritted teeth. It began to breathe and breathe.

Cao Xi had no seeds, so he clapped his hands and stood up, walked back to the yard, and ordered Cao Jun: "Don't be impatient soon. The Dali Dynasty is now a must-fight place, not as simple as you think."

Cao Jun said lazily: "I understand."

"'knew'?"

Cao Xi sneered and finally sneered: "You are not qualified to say these three words."

Cao Jun said cynically: "I know."

Cao Xi strode into the room and said hatefully: "The waste from the Nine Realms!"

Cao Jun looked calm.

Chen Ping'an went to the gate of the next yard, handed the bucket back to the girl, and asked casually: "Song Jixin hasn't come back?"

She asked irresponsibly, "Where is the hen and chickens in my house?"

Chen Ping'an said with a confused look on his face: "I don't know."

The girl looked at the boy carefully, and she suddenly smiled brightly and stopped asking questions, but she stretched out her two fingers and gestured, "Now Song Mu is so much taller than you."

Chen Ping'an said oh, then turned around and walked back to his yard.

Chen Ping'an just opened the lock and entered the yard. Suddenly, he saw the inverted word "Fu" above the door of his house. He disappeared. He was furious and walked directly to the wall of the courtyard without saying a word. "Zhigui, where is the word "Fu" in my house?!"

Then he was so angry that he laughed, and it turned out that the word "Fu" was posted on the door of the next room.

This thief is so bold.

The girl put the bucket on the kitchen, walked out, and said innocently, "I don't know."

It is exactly the same as the answer given by Chen Ping'an before.

Chen Ping'an said angrily: "Give it back to me!"

Zhigui opened his eyes wide, "Then I deliberately left the wooden man in the kitchen. You obviously moved, but I didn't say anything about you."

Chen Ping'an was stunned and was indeed a little inappropriate.

Zhigui suddenly asked, "Qi Jing... Mr. Qi's school, have you posted Spring Festival couplets?"

Chen Ping'an was stunned for a moment and nodded, "I've posted it, and the words "Spring Festival couplets and the word "Fu" have not fallen behind."

Chen Ping'an was unwilling to continue to get entangled with her, so he went directly to the house to take out the remaining word "Fu" and set up a ladder to post a new reverse blessing.

The girl stood on the other side of the courtyard wall and reminded: "It's crooked."

Chen Ping'an was unmoved and gently tamped the red paper and paste with his fingers.

The girl said anxiously: "Really, what are you lying to do? Why are you ignorant of your own Chen Ping'an? If the word "Fu" is posted incorrectly, it will be unlucky."

Chen Ping'an walked down the ladder and looked up by himself, sure it was not crooked.

The girl still kept chattering: "It's really wrong. If you don't believe me, let Cao Xi and others come to see you. You will know that I didn't lie to you. You are a mortal fetus with naked eyes. No matter how good your eyesight is, you are not as good as ours."

Chen Ping'an walked into the room and closed the door with a loud bang.

After about a stick of incense, the young man tiptoed to open the door, quietly crossed the threshold, widened his eyes and stared at the word "Fu".

It's not wrong.

Zhigui opened the crack in the door in a elusive way, poked his head out, and said with a stern face: "It's really crooked."

Chen Ping'an was a little frustrated and took a bench to bask in the sun at the door. After a while, he began to practice pulling.

Zhigui stood on the other side of the courtyard wall, looking at the boy who no longer burned porcelain. After watching for a while, he felt a little bored, so he went back to his house to sleep.

She lay on the bed and swallowed. Only a villain with incense was born in the lintel of the Cao family's ancestral home. She had a very high-quality appearance and was golden. She was only a little flawed and was golden all over. Unfortunately, she was not enough to get her teeth stuck.

———

Chen Ping'an next door skillfully practices in pulling the tablets, and his mind is as calm as water.

During the rest, Chen Ping'an began to plan his future, Baolu Mountain, Caiyun Peak and Xiancao Mountain, all near the top of Ruan Qiong's mountain. As agreed, he would have rented it to Ruan Qiong for free. A continuous piece was equivalent to helping Ruan Qiong occupy the largest vast territory in the west. Ruan Qiong needed help Chen Ping'an to take care of the five mountains to avoid Chen Ping'an having the life, money, but he was not alive to spend money. Chen Ping'an was grateful to Ruan Qiong for this matter.

If Zhenzhu Mountain doesn’t talk about it, such a big place is a cook who can’t cook without rice. Not to mention creating a blessed land for a cave, if you die, you will build a thatched hut on it. It is estimated that only Chen Ping'an is willing to squander a gold and copper coin.

But the management of Luopo Mountain does require attention.

Chen Ping'an knew the unusualness of the bamboo building. There is also a mountain temple to help the mountains and rivers in Luopo Mountain. It is a real Feng Shui treasure land. There is also a black snake that is determined to become a dragon in the river. It has the responsibility of guarding the house and protecting the house. Now there are two more little guys from the dragon, so he wants to exchange ordinary snake gall stones for the children in blue for money. Not to mention turning Luopo Mountain into a treasure pot, at least there will be some hope of supplementing the family's income in the future.

Chen Ping'an loves money because he knew it was not easy to make money since childhood. It does not mean that Chen Ping'an will hold his money tightly after he has money.

Swords need to be practiced, but it is useless to be anxious before you determine how to practice swords.

Of course, you must continue to practice hard and hard in the Shanshan Fist, after all, it is still early to have a million punches that you promised.

The thing about drawing talismans is equivalent to another way of martial arts practice. The former focuses on physical forging, while the latter tends to be internal tempering of Qifu acupoints. The two sides do not conflict, but rather complement each other. Chen Ping'an simply allocates part of the time to draw talismans when walking and standing talismans, but drawing talismans require talisman paper, which is real gold and silver, which makes Chen Ping'an a little scared.

After all, I still earn less money.

In addition to these, Chen Ping'an's biggest regret at the moment was that he was unable to control the square item given by the sword spirit. Although it was safe to put most of his assets in the blacksmith shop, it was inconvenient after all. The closeness between Cui Dongshan and the little boy in Qing's clothes allowed Chen Ping'an to see the preciousness and practicality of such treasures. No wonder not everyone has the gods on the mountain.

Chen Ping'an looked south and didn't know what happened to Master Ruan's sword casting.

Ruan Qiong promised Miss Ning to help her create a magic weapon.

If the casting is successful one day, she will have a handy sword, and he will have a locust wood sword himself.

Chen Ping'an thought it was very good to name them "Subduing Demons" and "Eliminating Demons".

With that sword embryo, although Master Wen Sheng said it was called "Little Fengdu", Chen Ping'an thought it was more appropriate to change the name to "Qin 1" or "morning". After all, it was the first morning of the first day of the first lunar month, and it came to this world in the posture of a flying sword for the first time.

When Chen Ping'an had such a thought in his mind, the sword embryo, which had been silent for a long time, immediately began to make trouble in the sea of ​​qi.

Chen Ping'an's face turned red in an instant and began to suffer.

Chen Ping'an took a deep breath and had no time to go into the house, so he had to use a sword furnace to set up a stake to deal with the sword embryo's rapid revenge.

It's so miserable.

———

On the nearest station to the town, Cui Xuan, the national teacher of the Dali Dynasty, has been staying here recently. He has neither made any publicizing nor deliberately concealed his whereabouts.

Today, the national master walked out of the post station and did not allow the swordsman Xu Ruo to follow him, and traveled alone.

Every time Cui Xian took a step, he was three or four miles away. Finally, he stood in the middle of a sloppy path and stopped an old man in rags.

The old man with barefoot in a mess looked at the Grand Master Dali in a Confucian shirt. His eyes were turbid and he still didn't wake up. The old man just asked a strange question with his only little bit of emotion, "You are not my grandson, where are my grandson?"

Cui Qian's eyes were complicated, and he wanted to speak but stopped.

The old man covered in grass-cut mud continued to ask, "Where is my grandson, I don't want to see you, I want to see my grandson."

Cui Xuan held his hands and his fingers intertwined, trembling slightly.

The unconscious old man barefoot suddenly shouted angrily: "Where is my grandson?! Where have you hidden him! Return Jian'er to me!"

Speaking of this, the old man's aura suddenly fell to the bottom and murmured: "I want to change my grandson's name and a better name..."

Cui Qian looked sad and said self-deprecatingly: "It seems like a different life, it's not like it, it's clear."

The torn old man reached out and pushed Cui Yan's shoulder away and walked straight forward, "Go aside, don't delay me looking for him. I want to find his husband and ask him if my new name is good."

Cui Xian stood there without stopping.

Cui Xuan looked into the distance and a middle-aged monk with a strong face came slowly.
Chapter completed!