The woman Yingying smiled sweetly, "Suddenly I felt that Mr. Chen was just here to have a drink, and he was very happy."

Yang Huang hummed and said with emotion: "It's autumn, but it's like a spring breeze."

In the rain.

Chen Ping'an took a short detour and came to the outside of a mountain temple that was newly included in the landscape genealogy of the Caiyi Kingdom, and strode into it.

It was early in the morning during the autumn harvest season, and there were not many pilgrims in the mountain temple built on the ruins of an obscene temple.

Chen Pingan took off his bamboo hat, shook off the raindrops, and crossed the threshold.

No longer deliberately conceal the intention and energy of the fist.

The local mountain god immediately appeared in golden form. He was a burly armored general. He walked out from among the painted statues. He was anxious, cupped his fists and saluted: "The little god pays homage to the immortal master."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "I'm sorry to bother you. I came here just to ask if there are any monks on the nearby Xianjia Mountain who covet the aura of that house."

It is neither the Mandarin of Caiyi nor the Yayan of Baopingzhou, but the Mandarin of Dali.

Now being familiar with Da Li Mandarin is a must for all the mountain and water gods in central Aquarius Continent. The mountain god smiled awkwardly and was about to think of some appropriate words. He never thought that the frightening young swordsman had already put on his hat again, "Then

Master Laoshan God will take care of you."

The mountain god only felt that the ghost door had been closed, and he immediately said in a deep voice: "I don't dare to say anything about taking care of you. Just rest assured, the immortal master. The little god and Yang Huang and his wife are neighbors. Distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. The little god knows it well."

Before Chen Pingan clasped his fists and left, he reminded with a smile: "Just pretend I've never been here."

This new mountain god, who was officially entrusted by the imperial court of Caiyi Kingdom and was in charge of this geomantic treasure land, nodded quickly, understanding in his heart.

If you are not smart enough, you will not be able to grab this piece of cake just by relying on your merits during your lifetime and your moral character after your death. Gods dominating a land is no different from climbing up the officialdom.

Chen Pingan left Shanshen Temple.

The mountain god wandered slowly in the hall, and finally made up his mind that he would never mess with that house again. No matter how much spiritual energy there was, he couldn't get a share of it.

Chen Ping'an went to Yanzhi County of Caiyi Kingdom and handed over the customs certificate at the city gate. It was a brand-new household registration certificate obtained by Wei Bo. Of course, it was from Longquan County of Dali.

After asking all the way, I finally found out the location of Mr. Fisherman’s house.

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

Chen Pingan knocked on the door knocker.

A tall, lanky young man with a dull expression soon walked out. After meeting Chen Pingan, the young man hesitated, as if he was not sure of Chen Pingan's identity.

Chen Pingan smiled and greeted: "Under the Zhao tree."

The young man said in surprise: "Mr. Chen!"

Chen Ping'an nodded and looked at the tall and thin boy. He didn't have much punching power, but he was pure. He should be a third-level martial artist for the time being, but there is still a long way to go before breaking through. Although he is not like Cen Yuanji who can be seen through at a glance.

Although he is a martial arts embryo, Chen Ping'an prefers Zhao Shuxia's "meaning". It seems that over the years, Zhao Shuxia has "stolenly learned" the six-step walking stance and practiced it a lot.

The boy was none other than Zhao Shuxia who was holding a hatchet to protect a little girl.

Zhao Shuxia closed the door and led Chen Pingan into the backyard of the house. Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "Have you finished hitting the boxing pile that I taught you a hundred thousand times?"

Zhao Shuxia was a little shy, scratched his head and said: "According to what Mr. Chen said back then, one punch counts every time. Over the years, I have not dared to be lazy, but I walked too slowly, so I only punched more than 163,000 times."

Chen Pingan asked: "Have you ever fought against the enemy? Or received advice from an expert."

Zhao Shuxia shook his head and said: "No."

Chen Ping'an was relieved. If Zhao Shuxia had experienced many life-and-death battles and had mastered his fists, polishing them without edges, his punches would become faster and faster. After so many years, he shouldn't only have 160,000 punches.

But if not, then you can only punch slowly, with water dripping through the stone. Naturally, it will be difficult for the punch pile to move faster. But Chen Pingan is not worried about this kind of slowness. The intention of the punch is in his body, just like the one handed over by the old grandma.

As long as the bowl of wine is held levelly, the wine can't escape no matter what. Every bit of it, the fist intention is on the body. But if the mind is slack, the fist intention will be frivolous, the wine will splash everywhere, and it will be very difficult in the future.

Crossing the big pass of the three realms, Wufu broke through the bottleneck of the three realms and advanced from the third realm of body refining to the third realm of qi refining. It was extremely difficult. Chen Ping'an suffered a lot. Zhu Lu couldn't get through it on his own back then, so he relied on the Yang Family Pharmacy

The ointment was barely enough to break through, but Old Man Yang's new female disciple had to survive it all on her own, and then she was also a female martial artist, but she had a completely different future in martial arts.

Zhao Shuxia took Chen Ping'an to the secluded backyard, where an old man in a scholar's shirt and a girl with beautiful features stood side by side under the eaves.

Zhao Shuxia smiled and said: "Mr. Chen is here!"

Chen Ping'an took off his bamboo hat, cupped his fists and said with a smile, "I've seen Mr. Fisherman before."

Then he looked at Zhao Luan, who was just young enough to be considered a young girl, and said, "Luan Luan, long time no see."

The white-haired old Confucian scholar did not dare to recognize Chen Pingan for a while.

The changes are too great.

Although they had been separated for many years, it was still difficult for the old Confucian scholar to overlay the image of the slender, elegant young man in front of him with the image of the boy with the bamboo box.

On the other hand, the "Luan Luan" back then had tears all over his face, crying and laughing, and called Mr. Chen with a slightly trembling voice.

For Chen Pingan.

She cannot be thanked and missed enough.

Over the years, she has been thinking about him, thinking about him in her heart. In all the boredom, hardships and grievances on the path of spiritual practice, as well as happiness, she will think of that person back then.

Her brother Zhao Shuxia always likes to make jokes about her. As she gets older, she hides her thoughts more and more to prevent her brother from teasing her more and more.

Zhao Shuxia had a dull temperament, and it was only with Luan Luan, who was no different from his own sister, that he made no secret of it.

The four of them sat down together and met again over there at the old house for drinks, and here for tea.

The tea is pregnant with traces of spiritual energy, which is also for Zhao Luan's practice. The better the talent of a cultivator, the smoother his walking, the more money, food, housing and transportation he consumes.

Mr. Fisherman, who together slayed demons in the Rouge County city, had a surname of Wu and a given name of Shuowen. He was an old Confucian monk. Chen Pingan could only respect him, otherwise he would not have dared to entrust Zhao Shuxia and Luan Luan to the old man.

It can be seen that the old Confucian scholar truly lived up to his trust in treating Luan Luan and Zhao Shuxia.

Moreover, Chen Ping'an has been feeling a little regretful over the years. As his experience in the world of martial arts becomes more and more profound, he becomes more and more aware of the dangers of people's hearts, and the more he realizes that the so-called good deeds he did back then may actually bring a lot of trouble to the old Confucian scholar.

trouble.

Just set foot on the mountain to practice.

It's just like you can't help yourself.

If you are not in the arena, there will be fewer disputes and competitions that are likely to involve life and death. If you are not in the mountains, you will be unfortunate, because you will not be able to appreciate the bizarre and wonderful pictures on the road to enlightenment and immortality. You will not be able to live a long and happy life.

Isn't it a kind of stable luck?

Moreover, the better Zhao Luan's talent, the greater the burden on the shoulders and heart of the old Confucian scholar. How can we not delay Zhao Luan's practice? How can we find immortal magic for Zhao Luan that matches his qualifications?

How can we ensure that Zhao Luan can practice Taoism with peace of mind and not have to worry about spending the immortal money?

In the past, Chen Pingan would never have thought of this.

Only by traveling thousands of miles and seeing hundreds of people and thousands of things can we truly know how difficult it is to be a "good person" and be more empathetic to the countless sufferings in the world.

So before entering the Caiyi Kingdom, Chen Ping'an first went to the Ancient Yu Kingdom and found the Yumu Jingmei, the National Master of the Ancient Yu Kingdom, who had already forged a deadly feud.

Because he was worried that this high-ranking spirit would still cause trouble in that ancient house. The assassin's sneak attack in Shushui Country that year left a deep impression on Chen Ping'an.

When we arrived at the important place in the capital that was his territory, it was very simple. Chen Pingan came to the door, met him, and knocked him down with three punches.

The opponent was severely injured after beating him, and at least thirty years of hard work were wasted.

Then ask him if he wants to continue to pester him and have the courage to send assassins to chase him.

The Guyu State Master, who looked like a scholar, had his face covered in blood and fell to the ground, saying he didn't dare.

After all, at that time, two flying swords were hovering between his eyebrows, and the tip of the other flying sword was pointed directly at his heart.

Chen Pingan then left.

And Chen Ping'an deliberately sat there at a tea stall outside the gate of the capital of the ancient Yu Kingdom, waiting for the imperial master's back-up plan.

but none.

Chen Pingan then went to Caiyi Country.

Chen Pingan took a sip of hot tea and said straight to the point: "Mr. Wu, I heard that the state-owned monks in Caiyi want to take Luan Luan as a disciple?"

Wu Shuowen nodded and said worriedly: "If the great immortal master really wants to teach Luan Luan the magic, no matter how reluctant I am to give up, I will not ruin Luan Luan's opportunity. It's just that the reason why the great immortal master insists on Luan Luan going up the mountain is

Part of the reason for cultivating Taoism is to value Luan Luan's qualifications, and part of it... Well, he is the legitimate son of the Great Immortal Master, a libertine with extremely bad conduct. He met Luan Luan at a banquet in the capital of Caiyi Kingdom. Forget it, like this

It’s okay not to mention this trivial matter. If that’s not possible, I’ll take Luan Luan and Shuxia with me and leave the middle of Aquarius Continent. There are dozens of countries within this Caiyi Kingdom, so I won’t wait any longer.”

Chen Pingan asked: "What are the names of the Immortal Mountain and the father and son? How far is it from Rouge County? What is the approximate direction?"

Although Wu Shuowen was puzzled, he still explained clearly one by one. The Hazy Mountain among them was more than 1,200 miles away from Rouge County, and of course it was a mountain and river hike.

Chen Pingan drank a bowl of tea, stood up and said with a smile: "Then I will go to the Misty Mountain Patriarch Hall first, and we will talk about it when I come back. It won't take long."

Wu Shuowen stood up and shook his head and said: "Mr. Chen, don't be impulsive. This matter needs to be discussed in the long term. The mountain protection formation in Mengyu Mountain is good at attacking, and there is a Dragon Gate Realm god sitting in charge..."

Chen Ping'an looked calm and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I'm here to reason. If it doesn't make sense... let's talk about it differently."

There were some words that Chen Pingan did not say.

A person cannot always hold back the truths that can be said at the moment and talk about them again and again. For example, Mengyu Mountain. Those that cannot be said for the time being are left. For example, Zhengyang Mountain and the Xu family in Qingfeng City. One day, it will be like a general.

Tanlaojiu was brought out from the ground.

As for how to reason, Chen Ping'an also has boxing and sword skills.
To be continued...