There is no night ban in the town. In the night sky, Chen Ping'an left Niping Lane, took a detour and led his horse to the Yang Family Shop.

After knocking on the door, it was opened by a sleepy boy. It should be the newly recruited disciple of Mr. Yang as mentioned in Wei Bo's letter.

Chen Ping'an apologized: "Have your master slept?"

The boy yawned and asked, "What do you think?"

Chen Ping'an was speechless.

I was used to the intrigue and chewing words on Shujian Lake, and for a while, I was still a little uncomfortable.

The boy frowned and asked, "What are you doing with my master? Are you sick?"

Chen Ping'an laughed silently, was silent for a moment, nodded and said, "It's true that he is here to see a doctor."

The boy frowned and was a little confused.

Under the moonlight, the young man in his sight had a slightly sunken cheek and a haggard look. He looked like a short-lived ghost. He had accent from his hometown, but he had never seen him before.

But his master doesn't like to show up, so he probably won't do this business that comes to his door tonight. Moreover, there was such a big deal before. Now the Yang Family Shop's reputation and business are not very good. He has made enemies with a large number of neighbors. Now he likes to go to a medicine shop in the Mooncake Alley to see a doctor. He and his senior sister are so idle every day. His master is also a weird person who has a grudge against money. He never cared about the Yang Family Shop's door. His family is worried. Last year, he wanted to change his house and just do a job in the Kiln Supervisor and Agency. His uncle has cleared the way. But he himself is not very happy. He feels that he has dealt with the gang of officials and bows his head every day when he sees people, and he bows his head and bows his waist every day. He is bored.

Since Old Man Yang had no intention of showing up, Chen Ping'an thought of coming to the shop next time. Just as he was about to say goodbye, a graceful young woman walked out of the house. She had a slightly dark skin and was relatively thin, but she should be a beauty. Chen Ping'an also knew that this woman was one of Old Man Yang's disciples and the senior sister of the young man from Taoye Lane in front of her. She was born as a kiln worker in Qilong Lane. There were many things to do in the firing of kilns. For example, when the kiln fire was fired, women could not get close to those dragon kilns that looked like lying dragon kilns. Chen Ping'an didn't know much about how she was a kiln worker back then, but probably did some rude and tiring work. After all, the rules of the ancestors were put there, and almost everyone abide by it. It seemed more effective than the precepts of the ancestors' hall that restricted monks on the mountain outside.

The woman's voice was as hoarse as a sharp stone, and she was extremely hoarse and rough. She said slowly: "Master said that I can't help. From now on, it's okay to reminisce about the past, but it's impossible to buy or sell."

Chen Ping'an nodded and smiled, "Say to your master, I'll come back and visit again."

The woman hesitated for a moment and glanced at the sword behind Chen Ping'an, "Is the guest a pure martial artist?"

Chen Ping'an asked, "So are you?"

The woman remained silent.

Chen Ping'an asked, "Where does Zheng Dafeng live now?"

The woman then continued to speak: "He likes to wander around the county town and doesn't come to the shop often."

Chen Ping'an looked at her, and the sleepy boy from Taoye Lane, and left with a smile.

The two people who were born and raised in the country are probably not sure who their master is. How many saints of the Three Sects have been received by this Yang family shop? What does it mean to recognize their master-apprentice status with Old Man Yang?

I wonder if someone once looked at me like this back then?

When the boy closed the shop door panel, he complained to his senior sister who was standing still, "I don't like this sick guy, and his eyes looked at people are chilly."

When she was young, she was too poor and hungry, and when she was a girl, she suffered too much hard work, which led to the woman's figure just now, like an ordinary city girl. She was not good at speaking and was not serious about laughing, so she didn't speak, just looked at the figure who was walking away with a sword on her horse.

She was the young senior sister and was in a steady mood, so she came into contact with some masters earlier. In less than three years, she was now a pure martial artist in the fourth realm. However, in order to break through the most difficult bottleneck of the third realm, she would rather suffer to death than swallow the ointment from the porcelain bottle. Only then did she survived the pass. The master was not concerned about it, just sitting there and sucking clouds and smog, not even watching coldly, because the old man didn't look at her at all, and just wandered thousands of miles.

She struggled to sit up behind her with blood, covered her face with both hands, and cried with joy. If she survived the disaster, she would have good fortune. The old saying would not lie.

The old man glanced at the disciple who had survived the disaster, knocked the cigarette pole on the steps, and finally said, "Your character and resilience are probably half that of someone. It's worth being happy? That person is not a few years older than you. He was also an apprentice in Long Kiln, and he was not as good as you. He was helpless and had to rely on himself. Is it great to break the three realms in three years? With this little prospect, I also want to grab the mountain top realm that is not much left in Baopingzhou? But I have a suggestion. Next time he will defeat Wu Yun again, you will hold the bowl and kneel on the ground and catch the things he doesn't want. Even he can't compare to him. How dare you ask Zheng Dafeng who Cao Ci is? He is not old and has a good face. I have accepted a good disciple. Do you want me to go to the grave of your sissy uncle, toast a wine and thank you?"

The master either doesn’t speak, and every time he opens his mouth, his words can make people feel heart-wrenching.

She is like this, and her junior brother Shi Lingshan is not much better. The only difference is that her junior brother dares to complain in private, but she dares not.

Chen Ping'an led his horse to the edge of the town, and Li Huai's house was there. He stopped for a moment, walked out of the end of the alley, turned over the horse, and first went to the nearest small hill. Zhenzhu Mountain, which he bought with only one gold fine copper coin, drove the horse to the top of the hill and looked at the town. In the late night, the lights were slightly bright, including Fulu Street, Taoye Lane, County Government, and Kiln Administration. If you turn northwest, thousands of families gathered in the new county town north of the mountains, so that the night sky was slightly yellow. This shows the lively atmosphere there, and I believe that it must be the prosperous scene of lights like day.

Zhenzhu Mountain is the smallest mountain in the west, and it cannot be even smaller. The reason why Chen Ping'an bought it was very simple and cheap. Apart from that, there was no more complicated thoughts.

At that time, I was thinking about building a thatched hut in Zhenzhu Mountain. This way, it would be easier to get to the town, but it was only a few steps away. I could travel back and forth from Zhenzhu Mountain and Nipu Lane, even if I was walking, it would not take much time to do it.

Chen Ping'an sat on the horse's back, his eyes constantly recycled from the outline of the town in the night. He looked at a route from the town to the mountain. When he was young, he carried a big basket on the mountain and went into the mountain to collect herbs and staggered. In the hot summer, his shoulders were sorely strangled by the rope. At that time, he felt like he was carrying a ancestral home in Mud Bottle Lane. That was the first time Chen Ping'an wanted to give up in his life. He persuaded himself with a very legitimate reason: You are young and have too little energy. To talk about it tomorrow, you can get up early tomorrow and enter the mountain in the early morning. Don't rush in the sun anymore. Along the way, you didn't see any young man going to work in the fields...

Chen Ping'an exhaled gently, turned his horse's head, and went down Zhenzhu Mountain.

Now that we enter the mountain, the avenue is flat and wide, connecting the hills, and there is no longer the ruggedness and difficulty of traveling back then.

The mountains are stretched, and even if the road is opened, Luopo Mountain is located south of the mountains. It still takes a lot of time to go all the way from Zhenzhu Mountain to the east. In addition, Chen Ping'an walked slowly, and seemed to want to see more scenery on each mountain that was passed by, and often stop, otherwise he would just lead a horse. So when Chen Ping'an arrived at Luopo Mountain, it was a day and two nights later, and this was still under the premise that Quhuang's feet were far stronger than ordinary horses.

When Chen Ping'an rode a horse, he would occasionally slid his horse's belly. Qu Huang would sharpen the horse's hooves in a sensible way, stepping on a string of horse's hooves on the road, and then Chen Ping'an turned his head to look.

In recent years, this has often happened. Finding boring things to do is not only a pleasure in hardship, but also a leisure time in your busy schedule.

Most of the time the accountant, who is silent, falls into the eyes of Zengye Ma Duyi and Gu Can, and often these strange little things happen.

He would squat on the ground and draw a chessboard with stones, or study the Go styles over and over again, or play a game of Go with himself.

One person and one rider, entering the mountain gradually became deeper and farther.

It should be the first Wei Bo who learned about Chen Ping'an's whereabouts and never showed up.

You should know that nowadays, not only the basins under Longquan County, Longxu River, Tiefu River, and even the area of ​​the Empression River and the Woman Ghost Mansion hanging on the plaque of Xiushui and the High Wind, are all affiliated to the Beiyue Realm. Wei Bo lives high in Piyun Mountain and overlooks all living beings, especially those who practice Qi, who are as insightful as watching the fire.

However, it is unexpected that Wei Bo did not appear early, but it is reasonable.

In the early years, the two had a deep relationship. They were originally supported by an Aliang, and later they gradually became friends. They had a little "gentlemen's friendship". Wei Bo could take Chen Ping'an to "survey" the jurisdiction of Beiyue, and helped Chen Ping'an put a talisman on Chen Ping'an. However, now the two are deeply involved and tend to have an allies. They have to talk about avoiding suspicion. Even if it is superficial, they have to do it, otherwise the Dali court would be unhappy.

It’s good to be happy, you Wei Bo is the first Five Mountains god respected by our court. You just join forces with others to do business and then bargain with the Dali Song family. Even if Wei Bo is willing to do this, he completely ignores the face of the Dali Song family. Relying on the identity of a Northern Yue Zheng god who has already been safe, he is arrogant and domineering, and takes real benefits for himself and others. Chen Ping'an dared not agree. The business of getting rich overnight and the long-lasting friendship will make the latter more secure.

What's more, Wei Bo has always thought deeply and planned it before acting, which is trustworthy.

Otherwise, Chen Ping'an would not have sent so many letters to Piyun Mountain over the years.

At dawn, I finally arrived at the foot of the mountain.

The mountain gate built a archway building, but there was no plaque hanging yet. In fact, it is logical that there was a mountain god temple on the top of the mountain god, which should be hung with a mountain god plaque. However, the mountain god who was formerly a kiln supervisor had a bad luck. Not only was Chen Ping'an's "living under the roof" of Luobo Mountain, where Chen Ping'an's family business was "living under someone else's roof", he also had a very stalemate relationship with Wei Bo. In addition, there was an unfathomable martial arts master living on the bamboo building, and a black giant python often wandered around Luobo Mountain. At that time, Li Xisheng wrote talismans with the small snow cone on the wall of the bamboo building, which caused the entire Luobo Mountain to fall a little bit. The mountain god temple was the most affected. After a few days, the mountain god temple in Luobo Mountain is the most incense among the three mountain god temples in Longquan County. The incense is the most dismal. This mountain god master who shaped a golden body after his death is not pleasing everywhere.

Wei Bo slowly walked down the mountain, following Shi Rou from afar.

Chen Ping'an turned over and got off the horse, asked with a smile: "Where are Pei Qian and the others?"

Wei Bo gloated and said, "I didn't tell them your whereabouts on purpose. The three little guys thought that your master and gentleman would return to Longquan County from Hongzhu Town. They must be waiting now. As for Zhu Lian, who has been wandering around the county town in the past few days, said that he accidentally fell in love with a good martial arts seedling. He was so tall that he dared not say that there is hope for the Golden Body Realm, so he wanted to give his young master a lottery after returning home."

Chen Ping'an and Wei Bo walked side by side, while Shi Rou still followed from afar, just nodding to each other with Chen Ping'an, even if he had said hello.

Chen Ping'an apologized: "I'm really sorry for buying a mountain."

Wei Bo, dressed in white, walked on the mountain road, like the gods on the lake, Lingbo, and a golden earring was hung on one side of his ear. He smiled and said, "Actually, at the end of the eleventh year of Yongjia, this business was almost about to collapse. The Dali court used the Niujiao Mountain Immortal Ferry to be sold to monks. It should be included in the Dali military. This has clearly shown signs of regret. At most, it is to sell you or two of the mountains beside me. The big and useless ones are considered a little compensation for face. I don't know how to hold on anymore, but as the end of the year, the Dali Rites Ministry temporarily put this matter on hold. The first month passed, and when the men of the Dali Rites Ministry finished their work, finished their holidays, had enough food and drink, and returned to Longquan County again. Suddenly, they changed their voices and said that you could wait a little longer. I guess you should have finished successfully in Shujian Lake."

Chen Ping'an smiled bitterly and said, "It's not going well at all."

Wei Bo turned his head and looked at Chen Ping'an's current appearance, and laughed and said, "It can be seen that it is only slightly better than the 'shape and bone-strength' that the vulgar one must pass when entering the Shinto, and it is terrible. Pei Qian and others will probably not recognize you when they see you."

Chen Ping'an scratched his head and sighed, "Even if the matter of buying a mountain is agreed, I still have a lot of debts on Shujian Lake."

Wei Bo smiled and said, "After all, it's just a headache to say the word "money". It's better than the initial ups and downs of mood. I'm all wrong, isn't it too much?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and nodded, "That's the reason."

Wei Bo suddenly said, "I don't have money to lend you, just a vain guise of the gods in the Northern Mountains. But if you can use this to cheat the gods' money, just take it away. If you earn money, you can count your ability."

Chen Ping'an rubbed his hands gently and smiled and said, "How can I be so embarrassed?"

Wei Bo was stunned. He said that he was not like Chen Ping'an back then. As if he was careless, this guy would go down the donkey. He really wanted to pull the tiger-skin banner of the King of the Northern Yue to make money? Wei Bo quickly patted Chen Ping'an on the shoulder and smiled and said, "I'm sorry, forget it, I'm so embarrassed, I'm so embarrassed to make you embarrassed, my friend, I understand each other..."

Shi Rou followed the two of them from afar. To be honest, she was really shocked when she saw Chen Ping'an's first face at the gate of Luopo Mountain.

It hasn't been seen for a few years, and the changes have been too big.

Could it be that the right side of Sui was gone, Lu Baixiang, Wei Xian and Zhu Lian were by her side, and she could only make a move to Shujian Lake alone, and then she made the original form of Shujian Lake for countless Shujian Lakes, making a very miserable situation? She was already satisfied to be able to leave the right and wrong place that was famous in Baopingzhou alive? Shi Rou would not underestimate Chen Ping'an because of this. After all, Shujian Lake is lawless. Through the chat of Zhu Lian and the mountain god Wei Bo in recent years, she has some inside information and understands that Chen Ping'an, even if Zhu Lian is around, is destined to be unable to lean on his fist and fight a bloody way out. After all, Liu Zhimao, the true king of Jiejiang, is enough for all foreigners to drink a pot, not to mention that Liu Laocheng returns to Shujian Lake later, who is the only one in Baopingzhou, who is the only one in Wudijing.

Chen Ping'an said: "Tell me to Pei Qian and the others, don't let them wait stupidly in Hongzhu Town."

Wei Bo smiled knowingly, nodded, whistled, and said, "Let's go back quickly, Chen Ping'an is already in the mountain of desolation."

It was like a duckweed leaf that swirled in the turbulent water and disappeared in a flash.

Then near the eaves of a roof in Hongzhu Town, Wei Bo's familiar voice rang beside the three little guys Pei Qian.

Pei Qian, who was holding his cheek, widened his eyes, "Is it true or false?"

The boy in green clothes lying on the roof basking in the sun rubbed his chin, "I think Wei Bo is bluffing people. He is full and is so full that he can make us play."

The girl in the pink dress sitting next to Pei Qian whispered: "Mr. Wei shouldn't be lying to such things, right?"

Pei Qian suddenly stood up, clenched his fists with both hands, and bumped gently, "My master is so elusive. He caught the three of us off guard without saying a word. Are you awesome?"

The girl in a pink skirt covered her mouth and smiled.

The boy in Qingyi said angrily: "That's amazing, we've been waiting here for so many days. Seeing that I would ask him for red envelopes whenever I met, I would be anxious with Chen Ping'an if I didn't meet."

Pei Qian turned his head and looked at the boy in green. He pressed the hilt of the sword at the waist with his little hand at the same time, and said earnestly: "Friends are friends, but the world is great. Master is the biggest. If you are so unruly, you want to take advantage of my master all day long. I will take your dog's head."

It's very old-fashioned, and it's Pei Qian's usual style.

It is probably because of my age. Some people like to say something big and weird, so it is difficult for people to tell which sentence Pei Qian is the truth and which ones can be regarded as unintentional words in front of their ears.

The boy in green rolled his eyes and said, "It's up to your three-legged cat kung fu?"

Pei Qian shook his head, "I'm familiar with the old cook. I'll ask him to kill you. I'll take your dog's head again, but I'm right."

The girl in the pink skirt was a little nervous, afraid that the two guys would fight if they had a disagreement.

Although they often quarrel, they have never really started to fight. They often like to "written fighting" and talk about some magical magic that can sway and compete with each other.

The young boy in green weighed the weight of the martial artist in the distance, the relationship between the old chef and Pei Qian, and Wei Bo, who was snobbish, seemed to look at Pei Qian with admiration. He was very worried and immediately jumped up and said flatteringly: "Mr. Pei, why can't you make such a joke? Chen Ping'an is your master and my master. The family makes money with kindness. What do you say is that the dog head is not a dog head? Besides, I am not a dog. I am a big dragon on the shoulder of the three Taoist sects patted several times. In our Lizhu Cave Heaven and Longquan County, who dares? With my heroic spirit, you should respect me more. Don't say such kind words that hurt you in the future. It's childish, it's not good."

Pei Qian said seriously: "I didn't joke with you. We people in the world are spitting and nailing!"

The young boy in green smiled and said with a smile: "I know, I know."

The girl in the pink skirt breathed a sigh of relief.
To be continued...