The young swordsman with a green shirt and a sword on his back traveled to Caiyi Kingdom this time, he still walked through the familiar low mountain range. Compared to the time when he was traveling with Zhang Shanfeng, it was like a place with no vitality. Now there is no evil spirit. Not to mention the beautiful land of mountains and rivers, it is far better than the past. With memory, he finally came to a familiar ancient house in the night. There were still two stone lions standing by the gate, and there were slight changes. Now, Spring Festival couplets were hung and painted door gods were posted.

After knocking on the door, wait patiently.

An old woman bent over and held a lantern in her hand. She opened the door with some difficulty. She saw the young man with a bright smile on her hat. She was tall, but a little thin, and she was carrying a sword on her back. She looked like a foreigner who had traveled far away.

The old woman's face was pale, and it was really scary at night.

She tried not to scare the visitors. After all, the house has overcome difficulties and is still a blessing in disguise. She does not need to deliberately scare away the ordinary masters, so she will not be implicated.

The old woman asked softly, "Is this young master going to spend some time with me?"

The young man smiled and said, "Not only do you have to stay overnight, but you also have to ask for wine and drink. Use a large bowl of winter bamboo shoots to make wine and vegetables."

The old woman was stunned for a moment, then she burst into tears and asked in a trembling voice: "But Mr. Chen?"

The visitor was Chen Ping'an who went south alone.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Is the old lady in good health now?"

The old woman quickly grabbed Chen Ping'an's hand, as if she was afraid that the benefactor would leave when they met. She gently raised the hand holding the lantern and wiped the tears with the back of her dry hand. She said excitedly: "Why did it take so long to come? It's been so many years. My body bones, Mr. Chen doesn't come here, I can't hold on anymore. How can I cook and cook for my benefactor? I have to cook and drink, and I have to give it to Mr. Chen. I haven't come here for so many years, and I have to drink enough every year..."

Chen Ping'an put the hat under his armpit, gently held the old woman's hand with both hands, and said guiltily: "Old Madam, I'm late."

The old woman quickly turned her head and shouted, "Master, Mr. Chen is here, she is really here."

Yang Huang, a man who was willing to become a gangster in order to prolong his wife's life, rushed to the door with a glamorous woman.

When the couple saw Chen Ping'an, they would kneel down and kowtow.

Thousands of words can’t repay the great kindness of the past.

Chen Ping'an wanted to stop the two of them, but the old nanny clenched her arms tightly. It was obvious that Chen Ping'an must receive this gift.

Chen Ping'an had no choice but to give up.

Yang Huang and his wife Yingying stood up.

The old lady let go of her hand.

Yang Huang and his wife looked at each other and smiled.

The young man used to be like a blink of an eye, but now he is a young man. He looks a little thin and haggard, but he looks more like a veritable sword fairy. It's great.

As the group walked into the house, Chen Ping'an naturally helped the old lady close the door. Yang Huang and his wife smiled knowingly. The old woman who had snatched her duty was a little complaining, saying that these rough work that didn't cost a few taels of effort would require Mr. Chen to work hard.

The old woman said she wanted to go to the kitchen to make a fire and have a midnight snack. Chen Ping'an said it was too late and she would talk about it tomorrow. The old woman refused. The woman said she would also cook a few side dishes with her own hands, just as she was not well-received, and she barely regarded it as a welcome to Mr. Chen.

Yang Huang pulled Chen Ping'an to the familiar hall and sat down, and talked about the scene after Chen Ping'an left that year.

All are good things.

Yang Huang, who almost fell into the devil's path back then, is now able to return to the path of cultivation. Although the great way is delayed, it is destined to have a bright future, but now it is really a difference between heaven and earth compared to the evil spirits who were neither human nor ghosts before. It should be noted that Yang Huang was originally regarded as the future golden elixir earth immortal in the Shengao Sect, and was focused on cultivating by the sect. Later, after this change, he took the initiative to abandon the great way for a love barrier. Yang Huang knew the gains and losses of this time, and never regretted it.

As for the wife who was originally "detained" in the embroidery building, she was able to recover her appearance. On the road of cultivation, she was even more lucky than her husband Yang Huang and broke through a state of mind. So now she can stagnate her true body in the backyard embroidery building. She travels with a dark god at night, even if she goes out for spring and autumn, it is no different from a secular woman. She no longer has to suffer the torture of the wind blowing in the heaven and earth day and night and the turbulence of the soul.

Yang Huang asked some questions about the young Taoist Zhang Shanfeng and the big-bearded swordsman Xu Yuanxia, ​​and Chen Ping'an talked about them one by one.

Chen Ping'an also asked about the recent situation of the prefect of Yanzhi County and the official's son Liu Gaohua. Yang Huang told him everything he knew, saying that Prefect Liu was promoted to Qingzhou, Caiyi Kingdom, and became a chief official. He was the leader of the family, and was now his daughter. Now he is the direct disciple of Shengao Sect. It may not have nothing to do with Liu County being promoted to the governor.

As for Liu Gaohua, he has also come to the house twice in recent years. Compared to his previous slut, he likes to indulge in mountains and rivers and is unwilling to get fame and fortune. Now he has become more arrogant. However, his grades in the previous exam were not good and he was just a juren. So when he came to the house for the second time, he drank a lot of worries and complained a lot, saying that his father had spoken, and if he failed the Jinshi exam, he would get married and go home.

Chen Ping'an also asked the Taoist practitioner about Mr. Fisherman. Yang Huang said it was a coincidence that the old man had just returned from a journey in the capital and was in the city of Yanzhi County. He also heard that he had received a female disciple named Zhao Luan. He had excellent qualifications, but he was dependent on good fortune and misfortune. The old man also had some worries. It is said that he was the leader of an immortal master on the mountain in Caiyi State. He fell in love with Zhao Luan, hoping that the old man could give up his disciples and promised a heavy gift. He was willing to invite Mr. Fisherman to worship as a mountain gate, but the old man did not agree.

Chen Ping'an heard this quietly and asked, "What is this immortal master's reputation? What is the realm of it?"

Although Yang Huang has been a gangster for so many years and has hurt his soul and the foundation of cultivation, he is a pride of heaven who came out of the Shengao Sect. With no burden now, there is no fear when it comes to the immortal master of the Caiyi Kingdom, and he still has no fear. He smiled and said, "It is probably because he entered the Longmen Realm a few years ago, so he was a little proud. He became impetuous and recruited new disciples on the mountain gate. The quality is mixed. The sects with good reputation are no better than those in the past."

Chen Ping'an nodded, "I understand, I'll ask more."

Yang Huang smiled and said, "My statements are heard from others and cannot be accurate."

The wine and food were served on the table.

The wine is a homemade wine that takes a lot of effort, and the dishes are both color, fragrance and taste.

The woman and the old nanny both sat down, and this house was not as old-fashioned and particular.

Perhaps because I was thinking of Chen Ping'an drinking more, the old lady always brought the national special wine glasses for the master and wife, but I only brought Chen Ping'an a big wine bowl.

Yang Huang stood up respectfully again and toasted Chen Ping'an. His wife Yingying and the old nanny got up together.

Chen Ping'an had to hold the wine bowl in his hand, then stood up, and said helplessly: "If this happens, I really don't dare to come and visit next time."

After Yang Huang finished drinking, he joked: "I'll talk about it when my benefactor comes next time."

After Chen Ping'an drank the wine in the bowl in one sip, the old woman was anxious and afraid that he would easily hurt her body when drinking too quickly. She quickly persuaded her: "Drink slowly, drink slowly, and the wine will not run out of the bowl."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Old Madam, I have a good alcohol tolerance now. I'm happy today. Drink more. At worst, I can get drunk and fall asleep after falling asleep."

While pouring wine into Chen Ping'an's bowl, the old woman continued to mutter: "No matter how good the alcohol content is, you should drink slowly. If you drink slowly, you can drink more."

Chen Ping'an nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll drink slowly and listen to the old lady."

Chen Ping'an roughly talked about his long journey, saying that he left Caiyi Kingdom and went to Shushui Kingdom, then took the Xianjia ferry, followed the dragon path, went to Laolong City, and then took the cross-continental ferry, and then went to Chaoxuan Mountain. Instead of going back to Baopingzhou, he went to Tongyezhou first, and then returned to Laolong City, and then returned to Qingluan Country. Among them, the Great Wall of Sword Qi and Shujian Lake were not mentioned after Chen Ping'an hesitated. During this period, he chose some interesting stories and told them, and Yang Huang and the women listened with relish, especially Yang Huang, who was born in the Zongtou Mountain, who knew that it was difficult to travel across the continent. As for the old woman, she might like to listen to it regardless of whether Chen Ping'an said that there were all kinds of strange things in the world or the trivialities in the alleys in the city.

That night, Chen Ping'an drank more than two pounds of wine, not much, but this time he slept in the house where he stayed last time.

The next day, Chen Ping'an mostly accompanied the old lady to bask in the sun and chat. Chen Ping'an, who should have set off on the third day, tried his best to keep the old lady and stayed for one more day.

At dawn, the autumn rain continues.

Chen Ping'an put on a hat again and said goodbye to the three of them at the door of the ancient house.

The old lady couldn't help but say that Qiuyu looked at Xiao, which was actually a damaging body. She had to put on a green straw raincoat, so Chen Ping'an had to wear it. As for the sword-raising gourd that leaked the identity of "Sword Immortal" back then, it naturally filled the old woman with homemade wine.

Before leaving, the old lady stood under the eaves again and held Chen Ping'an's hand, "Don't think that the old lady is too verbal, and she will not be willing to come in the future."

Chen Ping'an whispered: "How could it be? I'm so drunk and greedy. You don't know how many times I have thought about the wine and food here over the years."

The old lady lowered her head and wiped her tears, "That's good, that's good."

Chen Ping'an held the hat and said goodbye softly, leaving slowly.

After walking a distance, the young swordsman suddenly turned around and walked backwards, waving goodbye to the old lady and the couple.

The old lady shouted, "Mr. Chen, don't forget next time, remember to bring that girl Ning and come here to visit!"

Chen Ping'an blushed slightly and said loudly: "Okay!"

In the rain, the bamboo hat and green straw raincoat, the young man's back gradually faded away.

The old woman was very sad. Yang Huang was worried that she could not stand the cold autumn rain, so he asked the old woman to go back first. The old woman waited until she could not see the young man at all before returning to the house.

The woman Yingying's voice was soft and she shouted softly: "Husband?"

Then she felt a little ashamed and did not continue speaking, but apologized: "Don't blame Yingying for being a vulgar and philanthropist."

The thought in her mind disappeared and she murmured: "How can you distract Mr. Chen from these trivial matters? My husband did a good job, so I won't mention it at all. We shouldn't be so indifferent to people's hearts."

Yang Huang held one of her hands and smiled and said, "You are for my own good."

The woman suddenly felt better and said with a smile: "Husband, good people will definitely be rewarded, right?"

Yang Huang said: "I'm not sure about other good people, but I hope Chen Ping'an must do this."

The woman Yingying smiled brightly, "I suddenly felt that Mr. Chen was just visiting her home to drink, so I was very happy."

Yang Huang nodded and sighed: "It's like spring breeze when autumn comes."

In the rain.

Chen Ping'an took a little detour and came to a mountain temple where the colorful imperial court had newly introduced the mountain gods of the landscape genealogy, and walked into it with great strides.

During the autumn harvest season, it was early in the morning, and there were no pilgrims in the mountain temple built on the ruins of a lewd temple.

Chen Ping'an picked up his hat, shook the raindrops, and crossed the threshold.

No longer deliberately conceal the intention and energy of fists.

The local mountain god immediately showed his golden body. He was a burly and armored general who walked out of the painted statue. He was worried and held his fists and said, "The little god greets the immortal master."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "I'm so upset. I'm here just to ask. There are monks who covet the spiritual energy of that house in the nearby immortal hill."

It is neither the official language of Caiyi Kingdom nor the elegant language of Baopingzhou, but the Dali Mandarin used.

Now that I am familiar with Dali Mandarin, all the mountains and river gods in the central Baopingzhou must have. The mountain god smiled awkwardly and was about to make some decent words. I never thought that the young sword immortal with a scary atmosphere had already put on his hat again, "Then I will take care of the mountain god."

The mountain god just felt that the ghost had turned around and immediately said in a deep voice: "I dare not say anything to take care of you. The immortal master just needs to worry. The little god and Yang Huang couple are neighbors, and distant relatives are worse than close neighbors. The little god knows it."

Before leaving with a fist, Chen Ping'an smiled and reminded: "Just pretend I haven't been here."

This Johor Bahru god, who was granted the orthodox imperial decree by the Colorful Clothing Court and was responsible for the Feng Shui treasure land, nodded quickly and knew it in his heart.

If you are not smart enough, you will not be able to compete for this hot commodity by relying on your life and your good deeds after death. The gods rule over the mountains and rivers of the land, which is actually no different from climbing in the officialdom.

Chen Ping'an left the mountain temple.

The mountain god slowly wandered in the hall and finally made up his mind that he would not provoke the house in the future. No matter how much spiritual energy he had, he would not be able to get a share of it.

Chen Ping'an went to Yanzhi County, Caiyi Kingdom, and submitted the pass certificate at the city gate. It was a brand new household registration genealogy obtained by Wei Bo, and of course it was a native of Dali Longquan County.

After asking all the way, I finally found out where Mr. Fisherman's house was located.

It is a quiet alley with only the sound of rain.

Chen Ping'an knocked on the door knocker.

A tall and thin boy with a dull look soon walked out. After meeting Chen Ping'an, the boy was hesitant and seemed to be unable to confirm Chen Ping'an's identity.
To be continued...