On the high platform in the middle of the lake, the old god used another strange move, using four yellow paper talismans to transform into four beauties, with fat and thin rings, each with its own strengths, and its appearance and demeanor are not inferior to the previous woman in colorful clothes.

Then let the house servants who were prepared for a long time move the guqin, piano table, chess box, large book case and a wide range of four treasures of the study.

Ordinary people are the common people, including the firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, and the famous scholars are of course the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and their fingers are not touched by spring water, and their sleeves are clean and breeze.

The old fairy pointed to the woman sitting quietly in front of the chessboard, clasped her fists and said loudly: "Is there a Go master in Rouge County? As long as you win her, you can take it away with a worth of chess pier and two boxes of chess pieces."

There are no cheap items in this house.

What you dare to take out in front of a wealthy man in a county is of course of extraordinary quality.

The Romance County of Caiyi Country has a very popular literary style. There are many people who are keen on playing chess and talk about masters. Soon, an old man in Qingshan stood up and walked to the high platform in the middle of the lake. When the old man showed up, some experts in chess who were very considerate of themselves could only sit down obediently. It can be seen that the old man in Qingshan must be recognized as the number one in the Romance County chess world.

The old fairy and the old man in green nodded to each other. The latter walked straight to the front of the chess pier to sit down. Before playing chess, both sides needed to guess first. The old man didn't know whether he was conceiting the seventh rank or the elders in the same rank first, so he grabbed a handful of white pieces. The woman who played chess made of yellow paper smiled faintly, bent down and picked up two black pieces, and the old man took the lead.

The cheers suddenly resounded by the lake.

As one of the few Yilin masters in the country of Colored Clothes, the old man in the old man in the Qingshan country is the pride of Rouge County. It is reasonable for the spectators to cheer for him, so of course his family will help him.

Then the old god pointed to the two women sitting upright in front of the desk, and pointed to the one on the left, "I heard that the county magistrate is worried about something recently. The newly built temple is still missing a couplet. After she finished writing it, whether to use it or not, the county magistrate has a brilliant article, is well-known in the court and the country, has a unique vision, and can read the content before making a decision."

The county magistrate nodded and smiled, reserved and relieved.

The old god looked at the military general sitting next to Liu Junjun in the water pavilion and laughed: "General Ma is a powerful general on the battlefield. He was once one of the pillars of the border of Caiyi Country. He returned after a lot of battles. Although I am a person outside the country, I admire him very much. I specially asked her to show off her ugly appearance and draw a picture of a bow full of snow for the general!"

The general drank all the wine in his glass in one gulp and laughed wildly: "If you draw well, you can really draw the vastness of the battlefield. On the day when the old god left the city, I, Mr. Ma, personally saw the old god off for thirty miles!"

The old god clasped his fists and thanked the general first. Finally, he walked to the piano platform, slid a stick of incense out of his sleeve, inserted it into the empty brass incense burner, and lit it with his own hands. The incense mist swayed and purple air lingered.

He nodded to the woman playing the piano, who smiled sweetly and began to lower his head to brew emotions.

When the melodious and ethereal sound of the piano sounded, the minds of hundreds of listeners were relieved.

In the wilderness and ancient times, the saints made zithers to correct the sound of the world. As the saying goes, zithers use bans to control lust and correct people's hearts.

In the corridor, the big bearded man was eating melon seeds and said, "There are so many ways to play, but it's just gentle, it's a bit of a bad idea."

He has no particular concern for piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and he lacks interest, so he is more willing to watch women dancing with swords. The small waists of the beauties in color and the girls in white are twisted, and the vague buttocks are the beautiful scenery he loves to see.

The scholar Liu Gaohua is also a chess fanatic. He is very curious about the situation between the old man in Qingshan and the woman and only regrets that he is a child of a vague eunuch and has no chance to go to Huxin High Platform to take a look.

Taoist Zhang Shanfeng was really anxious. He waited and looked around and saw that Chen Ping'an didn't show up. He couldn't really fall into the pit. He didn't care about rolling his eyes. He told the two of them and got up to find Chen Ping'an.

The old immortal stood with his hands, his smile calmly, and seemed unfathomable. He took the scene by the lake in his eyes and knew that his plan had become most of it.

———

On the small street, Ma Kuxuan took out a porcelain bottle, poured out two silver pills, threw them into his mouth, and said helplessly: "Master, you are so gloomy."

It seems that the master was secretly following this trip to the world, which made Ma Kuxuan very helpless. He roughly understood the temperament of the man around him, which was a stone in the stinky pit, which was smelly and hard. If you believe it, you would go all the way to the dark. Ma Kuxuan was never guilty. An ancestor of Zhenwu Mountain who taught the secret techniques of military schools and gave him magic weapons and powerful weapons explained the rules of the sect to Ma Kuxuan. Except for the order of the mountain master, the rest of Zhenwu Mountain was not the real rules, but the sect leader of Zhenwu Mountain was in seclusion for a hundred years, so he became more and more loose and casual.

The man said nothing.

This trip down the mountain was to escort Ma Kuxuan to find trouble for the commander of the Haichao Iron Cavalry, which involved the death of Ma Kuxuan's grandmother. The dynasty where the Haichao Iron Cavalry was located happened to have a battle with the mortal enemy. Both sides fought to the sky and the earth. One side even used the golden god of a hundred feet, and the other side also dispatched a cattle to control the country. It turned out that it was an iron cattle by the waterside that the immortals used to suppress the Dadu water transport. The cavalry of the Haichao was seriously damaged in this battle. Ma Kuxuan sneaked into it and assassinated three middle-level generals overnight and left.

Later, Ma Kuxuan said that he wanted to go out into the world and use the whetstone of the world to sharpen his body. The man did not refuse, but he still secretly followed him to prevent any accidents.

Ma Kuxuan reached out to wipe away the tears, exhaled a heavy breath, hugged the back of his head with both hands, and asked, "If, I mean, if, Chen Ping'an has the chance to kill me, Master, will you kill him?"

The man finally spoke, "I dare not kill him, nor do I want to kill him."

I dare not, because someone once went to the Dali Palace and caused heavy losses to the Feijian Baiyu Tower. That person obviously had a close relationship with Chen Ping'an. If it were just like this, as time went by, someone would still be ready to move. However, he did not expect that after ascending, the upper fifth realm sword cultivator would return to the world so quickly. Although it was for the second disciple of Daozu, the "really invincible" who hit Haoran with one punch, to put it bluntly, who in the world is qualified to be punched by the upper Dao Er?

I don’t think it was because the man had a good impression of Chen Ping’an. If it weren’t for the sect’s rules, he felt that the boy from Nipin Lane who had realized the true meaning of boxing early was actually more suitable to be his disciple.

It was just that the collection of Ma Kuxuan as the direct disciple was a stern-worded decree issued by the sect leader during his crucial retreat. It was necessary to treat Zhenwu Mountain solemnly and not to make any mistakes. Otherwise, when he left the seclusion, it was the time to hold him accountable. That's why Zhenwu Mountain sent him to the Lizhu Cave Heaven and competed with the golden boy and jade girl of the Shengao Sect for Ma Kuxuan, the man never retreated, and even a little aggressive, and seemed extremely rebellious.

However, men are regarded as Ma Kuxuan's nominal master, which is actually right. Buddhism has lecturers, ascetic monks, Dharma monks, Dharma protectors, etc., and his true identity is a Taoist protector and a guardian of the great way of Ma Kuxuan, a disciple of Zhenwu Mountain. As for Ma Kuxuan's path, it is not important whether it is consistent with him.

The man suddenly said, "But you can kill Chen Ping'an, provided that you can do it."

Of course, this is not a man who is encouraging people's hearts, but a fact.

Ma Kuxuan sneered: "Do it? Why can't I do it? How come I can't do it! There are so many magic weapons in it, others don't know, Master, you still don't know?"

The man smiled and said, "You have it, but others don't?"

Ma Kuxuan grinned with a disdainful look on his face, "Even if he has it, can he compare with me? I won't mention the golden body immortal molt from the ancestors of Zhenwu Mountain. I just say that the two heroic spirits in my body are the most killer sword cultivators. As long as he has not entered the fifth realm of the Central Five, he can hurt me a thousand times if he can kill me?"

The man asked, "Then why don't you use it? You have to beat someone so badly?"

"This fight is much more interesting than the small fights on Zhenwu Mountain. How could I bear to rely on the bullshit magic weapon to make that guy lose to death. This is not against my temper, and I don't want to bully him Chen Ping'an like this. So I want to completely defeat him in the place where he thinks he is the strongest. Isn't he a pure martial artist? I have a natural advantage in physical strength? I just use the body tempered by military genius to fight him head-on. Master, do you really think I'm a prison, don't you know the weirdness of Chen Ping'an's punch?"

Ma Kuxuan smiled and said, "I know, otherwise I wouldn't have deliberately avoided Chen Ping'an and avoided his sharp edge when I thought about it. But when I think back, I would have to bypass all three-level martial artists. In the future, the great masters of the sixth level, the ninth level mountain top realm, and even the termination masters of Song Changjing and others, even if I have the advantage of the realm, should I also want to go around?"

The man asked, "So what is your answer?"

Ma Kuxuan looked back and saw that the master and apprentice walked far away and were about to reach the city gate. He could no longer see the figure of the boy on the back box. Ma Kuxuan retracted his gaze and his eyes were firm, "In the future, against other people, you can decide whether to bypass their strongest hands. As long as I win in the end, that guy, no! I just want to fight with the body of a qi-training man in the fifth level and the body of a 3rd level martial man!"

The man doesn't agree.

Ma Kuxuan frowned and asked, "Why is Chen Ping'an's three-level physique so tough? Although I didn't do well in tempering my body, I still spent more of my efforts on attracting the heroic spirits of the ancestors of Zhenwu Mountain. But what I call is not good enough, but compared to myself, how could Chen Ping'an have such an unreasonable physique?"

The man shook his head and said, "Each person has his own chance. The good things in the world cannot be occupied by you, Ma Kuxuan alone."

Ma Kuxuan sneered: "As long as I have a good thing and good things within my vision, I, Ma Kuxuan, should be the only one who owns me!"

The man laughed it off.

If you don’t talk about many principles, it’s not because Ma Kuxuan did it right. If you don’t talk about many praises, it’s not because Ma Kuxuan didn’t do it well enough.

The Taoist protector only needs to ensure that the road under the feet of the person he escorted is higher and farther, and he must not die in the middle.

And Ma Kuxuan is destined to go very high and far.

As for which step we can go and stand side by side with whom in history, many of the big figures behind Baopingzhou are actually waiting and seeing.

As he walked, the boy in black reached out to cover his abdomen with one hand and held his cheek with the other, cursing and said, "It hurts so much!"

———

Chen Ping'an took a breath and did not let his spirit loosen. Then he searched for the so-called assassin everywhere. There was no trace of the corpse on the street. He had to sweep up to the wall, bow his waist and run, suddenly stopped and floated downwards. Just under the wall where he and Ma Kuxuan were confronting each other, there was a bunch of ashes. There was a small white bowl quietly inside, and a small piece of coke-like ebony. Chen Ping'an did not approach, and stood there in place and looked closely. The small white bowl was painted with a true shape of the five mountains, and the ebony could not see any clues.

The assassin should have been killed instantly by the military monk, and then burned to ashes by the secret technique of Zhenwu Mountain. However, the man deliberately left behind two treasures treasured by the assassin, and did not destroy them at the same time. Could it be that this was his way of expressing his apology? Chen Ping'an hesitated for a moment, but squatted down and picked up the ebony that was only more than a foot long. It was very weighty and weighed eight or nine pounds. He then picked up the small white bowl, twisted his fingers into the small bowl, and stared at the five mountains painted in the white bowl. Looking at the names, if Chen Ping'an remembered correctly, it should be the Five Mountains of the Ancient Yu Kingdom.

It is not difficult for Chen Ping'an to guess the identity of the assassin. It is mostly subordinate of the scholar Chu of the ancient school. In the words of that person, even the emperor of the ancient yu Kingdom would be on par with him. Before his death, his body turned into a rotten wood. It was clearly used to replace him. He even made a harsh statement and wanted to trouble him Chen Ping'an. Later, the accomplice Yang Huang talked about his wife's female elm core. This was very simple and clear. The foundation of the scholar Chu was the body transformed by the ancient yu, and the other was the female elm core of the female elm core of the ancient yu, so the tree fairy used the word "consecutive".

Since it is the remains of the enemy's mortal enemy, Chen Ping'an is very at ease. Not only that, he also blames the assassin's family, which is too thin, why don't he even bring dozens of snowflakes with him?

Chen Ping'an put the light small bowl and the heavy ebony into the small piece. He couldn't walk anymore. He staggered out more than ten steps and came to a thick apricot tree beside the wall. He leaned against the wall and sat down slowly, took out a clean shirt from Fei Jian Fifteen and carefully wiped the blood.

You can't tell people that you went to the toilet and then ran back with blood. Not to mention that the big bearded man and the young Taoist priest would be suspicious, and I'm afraid the whole veranda would have to make a fuss. On this lively day today, Chen Ping'an didn't want him to be the focus, and he was even more unwilling to cause trouble for Liu Gaohua.

Chen Ping'an is able to endure hardships and endure pain, but it doesn't mean that this feeling is good. He fought with Ma Kuxuan in the circle. Chen Ping'an was seriously injured in the internal organs. Now he just wants to sit like this and doesn't have to think about anything. On the high platform in the middle of the lake, the curtain has not come to an end, and cheers are constantly coming, and his vision is blocked by a corridor and crowded spectators. Chen Ping'an couldn't see anything here, so he had to look up.

The old apricot tree beside him has lush crowns and branches, and apricot flowers bloom, occupying the spring breeze.

People are so different.

Both of them were from small towns, Ma Kuxuan would be particularly careless about things that Ma Kuxuan didn't care about, such as others called him a fool and stomped his shoes, but when it comes to things that he cared about, Ma Kuxuan wouldn't be able to see others being better than him.

Liu Xianyang would directly choose to give up when Chen Ping'an did better than him, such as making bamboo bows, putting condoms, etc.

Gu Can, the slug from Nipin Lane, wished Chen Ping'an would do better, so Gu Can just needs to follow behind his butt to benefit from it.

Of course, in addition to being born with temperament, these are also related to distance and closeness.

Chen Ping'an took off the sword-raising gourd and drank a sip of strong wine. This made the burning feeling of the Qi in his body worse and worse. But things in the world were so strange. Chen Ping'an, who was obviously in pain, wanted to drink more and more. He no longer drank big sips, but he sipped in small sips. The wine-loving drunkard in his pocket and the lees were all delicacies on earth. What's more, the soju in Chen Ping'an's wine gourd tasted very good.

Today, the battle between the small streets was a lot of frustration, and there were more pleasures.

Although Ma Kuxuan was still entrusted this time, the two barely tied, Chen Ping'an always looked at the outcome without paying attention to the outcome. As Aliang said, don't die, you must live first to live well. Chen Ping'an felt that Aliang's words were really rough.

So Chen Ping'an lifted the wine gourd, raised it high above his head, shook it, then stunned for a moment, cried and took back the wine pot in disappointment, so that some of the bold words that were about to blurt out were swallowed back.

It turned out that the wine was gone.

Chen Ping'an lowered his head and stopped the wine gourd on his waist. Suddenly, he remembered something and was intimate with Fei Jian Fifteen. Soon, an embroidery bag appeared in his hand. After opening it, there were three peach blossom cakes inside. Chen Ping'an lowered his head and sniffed it. It was not broken at all. The square inch was really magical. After so long, the pastries were still as fresh as when Luopo Mountain took over.

Chen Ping'an held the bag with one hand, twisted a piece of pastry with the other, put it in his mouth, chewed it carefully, leaned against the wall, and looked up at the tree full of apricot flowers.

After eating a whole piece of pastry, I couldn't bear to eat it anymore, so I just wrapped it in an embroidery bag.

Chen Ping'an smiled and thought that the peach blossom cake in his shop was delicious!

His first thought was to let Miss Ning taste it and imagine the next meeting. Chen Ping'an was so stupid that he was happy for a while, and suddenly slapped himself in the face, "You are stupid."

———

Without the medicinal barrels that Wei Bo carefully matched, Chen Ping'an's body healing speed was simply the difference between driving a sword and walking. However, after a while, there was no obstacle to walking normally. Just when Chen Ping'an was about to get up and return to his seat in the corridor, a sparse sound of footsteps sounded in the distance, one deep and one shallow, most of which were men and women.

Chen Ping'an thought about it and chose to continue sitting at the foot of the wall, covered by an apricot tree, and it was not too late to wait until they left before leaving.

But something that stunned Chen Ping'an. The man and the woman seemed to be not from Caiyi. They talked with Baoping Zhou Yayan. When they arrived near the dimly lit apricot tree, they began to hug each other. The man and the woman kicked each other softly. The woman refused, but wanted to refuse but still welcomed her. The man was a thick-skinned and chewed at the woman's face. It was probably not easy to stick to her hands.

Chen Ping'an was a little restless. What should I do? I would like to remind the pair of wild mandarin ducks? Or I hope they would stop when they see it and almost leave here?

Don't join in on this kind of excitement. If someone notices it, it will be like yellow mud falling from the crotch. It's either shit or shit.

Chen Ping'an hesitated for a moment, decided to get up and cough.

The young woman on the other side of the apricot tree screamed and hid behind the man.

The man stepped around the apricot tree, widened his eyes, staring at Chen Ping'an with a blurred face. When he saw that he was a young man with a low son, a thin and thin son, he immediately became full of courage. "Don't be afraid, even if he beats me to death, I will not leave you far away. In short, if he wants to take advantage of you, he will step over my body!"
To be continued...