After two days, Chen Ping'an and his group passed by a mountain that was as steep as a woman's eyebrows. After entering the earth, they had already encountered two groups of men and women, one group of more than ten people were rich and noble, most of whom were from government agencies, and several entourage guards were all wearing standard long swords, both men and women, both young and old. The other group of people had a total of six people, and four men, about fifty years old, breathing calmly and walking silently, must be the first-class martial arts style in the Qingluan Kingdom. The leader was an old man with a hook nose with sharp eyes and a round-faced girl was followed by. Although her appearance was not outstanding, she had a pair of beautiful eyes and bright eyes.

Both groups of people were heading up the mountain. Previously, Chen Ping'an met the official figures and took the initiative to ask about the scenery and people here. After an introduction, Chen Ping'an learned that there was a golden glaze temple on the top of the Qingyao Mountain. There was a god-like practice in the Taoist temple, but they often kept their doors to thank guests all year round. Last winter, the Taoist temple asked the woodcutter to hand out the call and prepared to collect nine disciples. As long as they were under the age of sixteen, they did not ask about their background, but only looked at opportunities. So recently, there were no less than 300 people, each carrying their young girls or young boys and girls in their families, and they rushed into Qingyao Mountain.

Chen Ping'an was thinking about the Zhenwu Sword and Short Sword that were still in the Grand Governor's Office, so he was not willing to join in the fun. Zhang Shanfeng and Xu Yuanxia traveled through mountains and rivers in the past two years, especially after seeing the water and land Taoist temple of Qingluan Kingdom and the Luotian Grand Ceremony of Qingshan Kingdom, he was not very interested in opening the door and accepting disciples on a mountain. As for whether the Taoist priests in Jin Guiguan were real gods or fake masters, the group was even more uneasy.

In the ordinary country of Baoping Continent, the Golden Pill Earth Immortal is an unattainable existence. After all, beings like the Dali Dynasty, which are hidden and creeping tigers are rare in the entire Haoran world.

As the Dali Song cavalry stepped on the north of Guanhu Academy, in addition to the orthodox name given by the Academy, in fact, Dali was equal to half of the country that covered a state, and the call for Dali to be regarded as the tenth dynasty in the world became increasingly fierce.

When they met the second group of people, the round-faced girl's eyes never stopped. She was carrying a bamboo box and a vermilion wine pot on her waist, a little black charcoal girl riding on the back of a yellow cow, a bamboo sword hanging around her waist, a stunning woman carrying a long sword... There were also a young Taoist priest and a big bearded swordsman, which was really a strange traveling team. Could this be the Shanzawa No Shui that grandpa once said?

Fortunately, although the old man in black was not an easy person at first glance, he was still willing to tell some old rules as an old man, and quickly stopped the girl from looking at her unscrupulously. Not only that, he also nodded to Chen Ping'an, probably as an apology to the younger generation.

Chen Ping'an then clasped his fists and smiled as a gift to return.

Walking around the world, it is often like this chance encounter, but two groups of people who should have been strangers gathered together again by a sudden heavy rain.

The rare storm made the mountain roads particularly muddy and difficult to walk. The spring cold is frozen, and the mountain wind whistled by, and the rain was extremely cold. Pei Qian directly covered the soybean-sized rain, which made her face burn and painful. Soon her lips turned blue and her whole body trembled. This was still Pei Qian's body after practicing martial arts. If it were before practicing martial arts, it would probably be enough for Pei Qian to be sick after the wind and rain of martial arts.

Chen Ping'an asked Zhu Lian to explore the way to see if there were any places nearby to shelter from the rain. The hunchbacked old man was like a monkey, wandering and moving among the trees and cliffs, and came back soon, saying that there was a naturally-generated large grotto not far ahead. At that moment, a group of people had already settled there and set off a fire to keep warm. Chen Ping'an carried Pei Qian, held up the tung-leaf umbrella brought out from the lotus flower blessed land, and took out a straw raincoat, trying to prevent Pei Qian from being affected by the wind and rain of the mountains.

Zhang Shanfeng could hardly open his eyes, walked beside Chen Ping'an, and shouted: "What's wrong with this heavy rain."

Chen Ping'an nodded and took out a yellow paper talisman with a relatively ordinary material. It was the lowest-ranked yang energy talisman in the top grade of "The Original Book of Dan Shu". When encountering mountains and rivers, ruined temples or mass graves, Chen Ping'an would use this talisman to open the way to check the intensity of the yin and evil spirits in a certain area. Chen Ping'an twisted the talisman with his fingers, shook his fingers gently, and after the true energy was poured into it, it was ignited instantly. Fortunately, the talisman at the fingertips was not burning fast, which was much inferior to the time when he broke into the City God Temple in Caiyi Kingdom alone. Chen Ping'an was careful, and did not extinguish the talisman and held the talisman to open the way to avoid traps ahead.

In the battle of Shangu, not only did he form a gang of Jindan Earth Immortal, but he might even attract the covetousness of the group of wandering cultivators. He must be careful.

Not only that, Chen Ping'an also asked the yellow earthen cow if he knew that there was a great demon in this area as a mountain king. Although the yellow cow had not transformed into a human form, he could speak up and shook his head. "In the past five hundred years since I started, I have never heard of the mountain spirits in Qingluan Country that were tragic and turbulent. Three hundred years ago, in a Buddhist temple three hundred miles away, I saw a scene of monks talking about Buddhism. The scene of the osmanthus falling like rain was very magical. At that time, the golden osmanthus that fell all over the temple came from the osmanthus trees in Qingyao Mountain."

Xu Yuanxia reached out to hold the hat and laughed loudly, "Zhang Shanfeng and I have been to that Buddhist temple for a long time. They are so famous that we have to go there. But except for the inscriptions on the wall, we didn't see any other ways. Several famous Buddhist cases have been blocked and pilgrims are not allowed to enter. We wandered around for a long time, but we saw a scene, which I wrote in my travel notes. In the dusk, there were two little novice monks responsible for carrying the merit box, probably feeling it.

There were sparse pilgrims and there were no outsiders. The two little novice monks stood on tiptoe, bent down and reached out to grab money randomly. After taking out a long time, the little novice monk who first took out a piece of silver laughed. The two of them carried the merit box on their shoulders, and the little novice monk who took out the silver walked in front. When Zhang Shanfeng and I saw it, they were so funny that the merit box had to be moved back. There was a long ladder to go, so naturally the one in front took advantage, and the one in the back suffered."

Chen Ping'an didn't know much about Buddhism. The Buddhist sect in Baopingzhou was not popular. It can even be said that he had the least incense among the nine continents. So Chen Ping'an often went to the Xinxiang Temple adjacent to Zhuangyuan Lane in the Ouhua Blessing Land, and only came into contact with some Buddhist teachings. He said in confusion: "Didn't it mean that monks don't touch money with their hands?"

Zhang Shanfeng smiled, "There are no rules in the world that cannot be broken."

Xu Yuanxia joked: "Those temples were not in vain, this is very interesting."

Scalpers rarely speak, and they will only speak unless they are asked by others.

It was silent at this moment, but it clearly remembered that the ancient Buddhist temple was built at the foot of a mountain. At that time, it was already at the sea viewing point. It was right between the shade of the mountaintop. Looking at the temple, because it did not dare to get too close to the incense on earth, for fear of disturbing the world, and even more afraid of arousing the disgust of gods and gods. It could only see a young monk with a snow-white robe from a distance. Under a roof hanging on an iron horse, he stretched out his hand, and the golden osmanthus fell on the palm of his hand like raindrops.

While Chen Ping'an and Zhang Shanfeng and Xu Yuanxia were joking, they quickly took over the light talisman with the remaining half of them into their sleeves. They had already arrived at the cave that Zhu Lian found. It was quite large, like a ancestral hall in a rural village, enough to accommodate thirty or forty people.

Along the way, the yang energy talisman burned slowly, and the further away from the mountaineering road, the slower the burning speed. This veritable rain was mostly due to Qi training men targeting Jin Guiguan’s grand ceremony of recruiting disciples.

The people arrived at the cave first, all of which were women, seven or eight, and the elderly were white-haired old women. The youngest girl was the youngest. Because of a heavy rain, the Mili, which was originally used to cover up her appearance, seemed burdened. She put it at her feet with her hat, umbrella, and straw raincoat. They were burning fire at this moment. When they saw Chen Ping'an and his group, their eyes were cold. Several of them moved their positions and approached the bonfire. They obviously did not want to have too much interaction with Chen Ping'an and the others.

Chen Ping'an couldn't help but turn his head and glance at Zhu Lian, who smiled "simple".

These women who came from the same school should have entered the cave when it rained and collected dead branches early. Now the wind outside the cave was strong enough to lift the house. It was raining heavily, so Chen Ping'an and his group had to stare blankly. As a Qi training man, Zhang Shanfeng was not at a high level, but using some introductory techniques to make fire is not difficult. It is just that when you go out and use magical powers at will, it is a taboo in practice.

Chen Ping'an helped Pei Qian set up a cowhide tent, then took out her clean clothes from the bamboo box, and asked Sui to change it to Pei Qian.

When Pei Qian jumped out of the tent, the gang of people from the world he had met before also returned the same way and came to the grottoes in a mess to shelter from the rain.

This rain was so rain that even the heroes in the world had to bow their heads and bow.

When Chen Ping'an saw the old man with a hook nose, he nodded first, and the latter nodded as saying hello.

Since Chen Ping'an was so polite, Zhu Lian and the other two changed their positions and quietly made a clearing of open space.

The round-faced girl who looked like a cock was falling, had already surrounded the entourage in the middle, blocking the outsiders' sight. After all, the rain soaked her clothes, and the girl's figure was exposed.

After the group of people from the martial arts world sat down, the round-faced girl began to look at the women again, her eyes lit up, and she asked, "Are you the aunts of Yanzhizhai, Yunxiao Kingdom?"

The girl had just looked at Chen Ping'an for a few moments before, and the old man in black spoke out to dissuade him, but this time the girl's words were so disrespectful and almost provocative. The old man still closed his eyes and rested, turning a deaf ear.

Over there, a young woman with sharp eyes and eyes turned around and said angrily: "Rareless!"

The round-faced girl was not afraid at all and asked with a smile: "I would like to ask, why is this girl so arrogant?"

These women are Yanzhizhai, the top wealthy family in Yunxiao Kingdom. Among them, the youngest cardamom girl has a pointed chin like a goose egg and a beautiful appearance. She widened her eyes and looked at this shameless peer. She dared to provoke Yanzhizhai like this. There are only a few people in Yunxiao Kingdom. So it should be Qingluan Kingdom or a major sect in Qingshan Kingdom?

The girl with a pointed chin subconsciously stretched out her thumb and stroked the inscription of an exquisite short knife around her waist. She had a yellowed bamboo sheath, and her color was round and charming, and the word "现" was engraved on the bamboo.

The young woman, who was a senior sister of her, had a pair of double-double swords on her waist. She held the handle of the knife and her face turned cold as ice. She said in a deep voice: "Then let's work together and try the depth?"

Working with hands is a relatively elegant way of learning for people in the martial arts world. It is more literary and fighting, and it is not easy to see blood, because as long as the loser sees blood, he will win without martial arts. It is not a matter of light on his face.

The round-faced girl grimaced at the woman, "Relying on her age and having learned martial arts for decades, what kind of female hero is bullying the younger generation?"

The young woman was so angry that she was not yet thirty. What does it mean to have learned martial arts for decades?

The white-haired old woman was graceful and whispered to the woman around her: "What should I do with a junior? I can't master the qi cultivation skills, but my martial arts achievements are not much higher."

The young woman obviously respected the old woman very much and immediately lowered her head and said, "Remember."

The girl with round faces was smiling pretty not far away, "I'm still so polite."

In fact, it is still a "good thing" that is unpleasant.

Chen Ping'an was out of the matter and felt that this round-faced girl's ability to stab someone else's heart is really not small.

The old woman didn't care about this offense, her eyes shifted and looked at the old man with a hook nose, "But the old leader of the Daze Gang Zhu?"

The old man in black opened his eyes and smiled, "I haven't gone out for nearly thirty years, and anyone else knows my name?"

The old woman smiled slightly, "Even in another thirty years, the world will remember the reputation of the old leader Zhu's gang."

After the old woman revealed her identity, the women of Yanzhizhai changed slightly.

Zhu Fengxian, the old devil of Daze Gang, is famous for his reputation. Thirty years ago, he liked to ride in a bright red carriage, travel around the world, galloping through the martial arts of several countries, and countless blood. No one hundred or eighty people died under the command of Zhu Fengxian. There are eight disciples under Zhu Fengxian, known as the Eight Palaces of Yama. They are of great prestige in Qingluan Country. Only thirty years ago, Daze Gang suffered heavy damage. Zhu Fengxian began to go into seclusion. Half of the eight disciples died. Originally, the five or six thousand gangs, most of the birds and beasts were scattered. In the past thirty years, the ox-eared gangs who had ordered all the heroes in Qingluan were silent.

Just when Zhu Fengxian was about to continue to close his eyes and nourish his energy, the old woman who had always given people a very graceful impression suddenly said: "But now is different from the past. Compared to thirty years ago, the rivers and lakes are deeper. When they are not in their own territory, it is best to toast more and show less, and kowtow more and talk less."

The girl with round face suddenly widened her eyes, feeling that she had heard the funnyest joke in the world, staring at the white-haired old woman, wanting to know if this wife is crazy.

Zhu Fengxian said calmly: "If I remember correctly, since the founding of the ancestor, you Yanzhizhai has been just a second-rate sect in Yunxiao Kingdom for more than two hundred years. You have lived a very cowardly life. Why? In these thirty years, are there anyone above you women?"

Chen Ping'an was a little overwhelmed. How could he encounter such inexplicable grudges in the world just by hiding from the rain? Pei Qian had previously complained that after leaving the Beetail Ferry, he only ran into a guy like the yellow earthen cow, and then he could never meet a monster or ghost again.

Pei Qian listened seriously now. This is the world. He will leave in the future, so he should read more and learn more now.

Zhu Lian nodded secretly, and the words surnamed Zhu were very quaint.

The old woman sneered and said, "If there was no accident, the old gang leader Zhu wanted to send this little girl to Jinguiguan to practice immortal magic. Then the old gang leader Zhu knew that the master Jinguiguan Guanguan was an old acquaintance with our Yanzhizhai? Among the nine disciples, our Yanzhizhai had already designated one. This was the old immortal who took the initiative to speak up, so this climbing was just a formality. In this way, if the sharp-tongued little girl beside the old gang leader Zhu really had the qualifications to practice Taoism, the old gang leader would like to see him again, and he would have the chance to call our Qingcheng to call him "Sister Sister."

The goose-faced girl in Yanzhizhai blushed and shy.

The round-faced girl looked at her and laughed and said, "Your name is early morning, my name is evening."

Zhu Fengxian smiled slightly, "The master of Jinguiguan is a rare true god. He opened the door to accept disciples this time, so I am willing to go back to the world. However, there is more than Jinguiguan, an immortal residence in Qingluan Kingdom. I can kill you first, and then take my granddaughter to visit immortals elsewhere, or leave here directly, and let my Daze help my disciples secretly protect you and escort the women up the mountain so that she can teach her to practice Taoism with peace of mind."

The old woman looked ugly and sneered: "Go to visit the immortals elsewhere, it's light! Why does the old god Jin Guiguan have to limit his age? You Zhu Fengxian don't know? If you delay for another two or three years, your granddaughter will still be a nonsense. Even if you let her enter the Immortal Mansion due to the affection of the Daze Gang, she would probably be a maid who serves others. The Immortal family's cultivation is the most ruthless. Do you want me to teach you the truth about Zhu Fengxian?"

Zhu Fengxian's face was gloomy.

Even the girl with a round face who seemed "sexy" had a dark face.

She is not a pure martial artist, but a three-level Qi training man.

Although the old woman was clumsy and could not see this, the girl knew it clearly that the younger she was on the road of cultivation, the longer she was, the longer she was, the longer she was, she might have to spend several decades of time to make up for it after becoming a Qi-trained man in the middle five realms.

According to grandfather Zhu Fengxian and the military advisor of Daze Gang, she is a once-in-a-century good master of cultivation. Unfortunately, the Daze Gang arsenal only has one secret book to help enter the middle fifth realm, and its quality is quite good. However, how to become a earth immortal who eats clouds and dews and controls the wind for thousands of miles. That Taoist book comes from a fairy family whose incense has been cut off in the history of Qingluan Kingdom, but it is not recorded. It should be just a method of practice for inner disciples. Only by becoming a direct inheritor can one practice the secret techniques of the mountain and the inheritance of the ancestor hall.

Pei Qian squatted beside Chen Ping'an, listening with relish, and thought this kind of verbal battle was the most interesting, which was even more exciting than watching women scratching each other on the streets of Nanyuanguo Jingcheng when she was a child.

Chen Ping'an was a little worried. Both sides were not fuel-efficient, just because they were afraid that they would fight with each other in a disagreement. The cave was just a little bit, and there was no place to hide. The sword was blind. Could it be that he would remind him now that the two groups of Daze Gang and Yanzhizhai could not go out to fight?

Chen Ping'an sighed, stood up, passed through the two groups, walked to the entrance of the cave, and twisted out the half-light talisman hidden in his sleeve with his fingers, and burned again. A small golden flame, even in such a strong wind and rain, was still like the grass in the warm spring breeze, swaying leisurely. Then Chen Ping'an turned his head and smiled, "This rain was strange, and this extraordinary evil aura has been stretched out from the beginning until now. It is very likely that it was the sneaky work of the Qi training genius hidden in the dark. Depending on the situation, the gods of Jin Guiguan have not taken action yet, so you must be careful on the road to Jin Guiguan this time. The grievances in the rivers and lakes may as well be put aside for the time being. After all, it is the path of practicing Taoism that the two girls are close to. More importantly, this mountain climb is almost on the road of practicing cultivation."

Chen Ping'an glanced at the two girls and said slowly: "Why do you have to go narrower and narrower in the road to practice under your feet? If you don't like each other, the road is so wide, you can go your own way."

Zhu Fengxian nodded with a smile, "This young master said so much. I hope that I will come to my Daze Help to be a guest in the future. Mr. Zhu will definitely set up a big table to welcome the banquet."

Although it was some kind words, this kind words spoken by the old devil Zhu Fengxian were worth a lot of real money and silver at least in the Qingluan Kingdom.

The white-haired old woman glanced at the yellow paper talisman in Chen Ping'an's hand and smiled and said, "Young Master will definitely remember this golden and jade-like words in our Qingcheng."

The oval-faced girl smiled at Chen Ping'an.

The yang energy talisman on Chen Ping'an's fingertips had burned out, and the golden flames were extinguished. Chen Ping'an rubbed his fingertips and laughed, "Someone said that when you walk in the world, you can't get a high fist. If you become a god, don't use your skills."

The round-faced girl asked with a smile: "Young Master, who is the master who said it?"

Chen Ping'an replied: "A friend."

The round-faced girl who claimed to be "night" stretched out her thumb and said, "I'm convinced!"

The oval-faced girl named "Early Morning" is a little curious about the identity of the young man.

Zhu Fengxian and the old woman in Yanzhizhai looked at each other. They were both old and unspeakable. This little holiday between the two sides is not worth mentioning compared to the practice of their younger generations. Even if they have grudges, before climbing the mountain and entering Jingui Temple, both sides really need to do so without catching up with the well. Even if there is danger on the road, maybe Daze Gang and Yanzhizhai must cooperate sincerely and work together.

Chen Ping'an turned his head and looked outside.

The heavy rain is still stunning.

I wonder what time is the blessed land of lotus flowers now?

I don’t know which ten people in the world are there now? However, the national teacher Zhong Qiu, Yu Zhenyi, the head of Hushan Sect, and the bird’s eye peak, Lu Fang must be among them.

I wonder if there are brand new door gods and Spring Festival couplets posted in that alley?
To be continued...