There are many strange flowers and plants in the back mountain, but there are no birds, insects and ants.

Moreover, Chen Ping'an discovered a small thing. He entered the immortal residence and saw the cranes circling around the mountain. After the four of them climbed the mountain, the cranes had long disappeared. Whether Chen Ping'an looked up at the foot of the mountain, looked down at the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain, or later following Master Huang and Taoist Sun to search for treasures, until the back mountain, Chen Ping'an never saw a trace of the crane again.

If there are really a paradise here, and assuming it is the worst result, the owner of this place has ulterior motives for all visitors.

Then the other party is definitely a master who plots people's hearts.

Ordinary people, woodcutters in the mountains, perhaps when they entered this mountain, they glanced at the crane and gave up. They were more shocked by the subsequent white jade arch bridges and archways, and regarded them as fairyland on earth. In addition to the white bones and corpses everywhere, they naturally regarded this place as a land without a trace.

But for those who practice Taoism, those inadvertent eyes that are real, especially at first glance, will affect their minds and nature more quietly, and will not be aware of them.

In the future, as long as you are a Qi practitioner, you will repeatedly ponder regardless of your level.

Chen Ping'an saw the green mountains and green waters and the snow-white cranes at the first sight. The first thought that came naturally was to be a fairy mansion and a beautiful mountain and water.

What I saw along the way after that was nothing more than adding a ruined suffix outside the Immortal Family Mansion.

The immortal family is still an immortal family, and the blessings are naturally good.

The clues are everywhere, and they seem to be full of mystery. If you see them too much, you will feel messy and too lazy to think about them.

Chen Ping'an also had no idea, but the sudden fall of the sword energy was like a flying start. Once the crane was a kind of scheming trick, coupled with the string of bells that exploded for no reason on Sun's waist during that time, it could barely pull out a line, or the worst possibility.

This kind of subtle nature that first looks at the best and worst at both ends is the key to Chen Ping'an being able to walk out of the Skeleton Beach Ghost Valley alive under Gao Cheng's nose in Jingguan City.

Things in the world are complicated, seeing or not seeing, thinking or not thinking is learning and working hard on the mind.

Of course, there are also accidental accidents, nothing more than dying in a daze or getting the opportunity in a daze.

The three of them continued to travel through the back mountain. Compared to the killing of life and death in the front mountain, they looked at least much more leisurely.

As for Di Yuanfeng's life and death, Chen Ping'an had no burden at all. He was not his father, mother, and even more so. If he was a person with kind thoughts, Chen Ping'an might have been in charge of doing fair business.

At this moment, there was a green bamboo next to the road, which was quite eye-catching. It fell into the eyes of the three of them, lonely and lonely, with bamboo shadows swaying.

The bamboo pole is as thick as the mouth of a bowl, and the bamboo leaves are green and verdant. It is not a rhetorical statement, but a veritable green and verdant droplet. Many bamboo leaves have water droplets condensed, and the wind blows by, shaking. When the three of them stared at the bamboo, a drop of green water droplets fell to the mud and dissipated instantly. Chen Ping'an looked at it in a very particular way. Although it was not like the green glazed tiles and the Taoist blue bricks that gave birth to water, it was also to the exaggeration of the spiritual energy condensed into water.

When Daoren Sun passed by, he tapped his fingers gently, listened with his ears, and said, "There is a way."

As the two of them stared at the green bamboo, Chen Ping'an turned around and took off the package, first took out the sword gourd from the closest thing, held it in his hand, and put the package again, and then smiled and said, "I'll take some bamboo leaves and leaves with a slight water."

After all, Dao Ren Sun was a real monk in the sea realm. He could roughly see the depth and shook his head and smiled: "Fellow Daoist Chen, advise you not to do anything more. The bamboo leaves and water droplets born from the spiritual energy cannot be controlled by ordinary objects. Not to mention that you just put water in a wine pot, you can pick a bamboo leaves and water droplets and store them carefully. As long as you leave this strange bamboo, you can't keep it."

The tall and thin Taoist said this without delaying him taking off his robe and taking out a small celadon bottle with a picture of a green pine hermit.

Mr. Huang disliked the two of them for being procrastinated and kicked the bamboo pole. Suddenly, the water dripping fell like light rain. Dao Ren Sun laughed, his figure shook, stepped on the Gang Step, and filled water with a plum blue porcelain bottle.

Chen Ping'an was no exception. He did not want any water droplets to fall to the ground and dissipated. Without competing with Daoren Sun, he used a "water method" to gather many water droplets that were about to fall into the mud and slowly entered the sword-raising gourd.

Master Huang glanced at the old man in black robe, and did not see any doubtful flaws, so he stopped caring about it.

Since Chen Ping'an took out the sword-raising gourd, he no longer put it away and hung it around his waist. The drops of water condensed by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered together, but the amount of ordinary 7 or 8 taels of wine was more than ten pounds of gloomy weight.

The three of them continued on their way.

Chen Ping'an looked back at the green bamboo.

Is it like the bamboo forest carefully planted by Wei Bo in Qidun Mountain? If you really want to recognize your ancestors, they all come from Qingshen Mountain in the Bamboo Sea Cave?

Otherwise, according to the records of the immortal book purchased from Chouchuang Mountain, many immortal bamboos and dozens of alien species in Haoran seem to be so powerful in condensing water transportation.

It’s a pity that like the chessboard and stone table, I can’t carry it or move it away.

Dao Ren Sun felt that he was not happy yet, so he reached out and grabbed it and smiled, "Zhukong is connected to the gods, lightens the body and replenishes qi. In my early years, I practiced all over the books and saw ancient books that brewing tea in bamboo leaves is the best way to quench thirst and clear the heart. During the Great Heat, you only need to hold the bamboo leaves, add a few lotus seeds on the mountain, and eat one or two cups of tea, and you will be able to make people look like a god."

Chen Ping'an glanced at Dao Ren Sun, and then looked at the slender green bamboo that was not moving without giving any face.

Since it's all like this, he really can't speak up a bit of a silly word.

Daoren Sun withdrew his hand and said calmly: "Forget it, leave this opportunity to future generations."

Master Huang fell into a stern and said, "If these bamboo leaves are refined into natal objects by cultivators of the Lower Five Realms who practice water methods, they are probably the most treasures. The treasure is right in front of you. Be careful that Tianyu will not take it but be blamed. Master Sun really won't pick a few handfuls? Even if he doesn't use tea to give it to the juniors in the Thunder God House in the Infant Mountain, it can be regarded as an excellent gift for returning to the master's sect this time."

Dao Ren Sun said calmly: "The matter of practicing Taoism involves the root cause. How can you give opportunities randomly? I am not a junior preacher. The gifts are too heavy and not beautiful. It's just that."

Chen Ping'an exclaimed in a low voice: "Master Sun's witty words are like pearls, which are thought-provoking."

Daoren Sun carefully put the celadon bottle into his sleeve, walked slowly, stroking his beard and smiling, unfathomable.

Master Huang couldn't stand this casual cultivator in Wuling Kingdom. From beginning to end, after learning that Daoren Sun was a disciple of Jingming, Zhenren of Thunder God's House, he was diligent on Daoren Sun's side.

Master Huang suddenly used the body technique of the Golden Body Realm, and then the five-level punch, showing mercy, weighed the body of the other party's Qi training man, and punched the old man in black robe beside him without warning. With a bang, the latter flew backwards, rolled all the way, struggled to get up, as if he was blinded. He sat on the ground, suddenly his throat moved slightly, turned his head and spit out a mouthful of blood. It seemed that he had just come back to his senses, stood up, and hid his hands in his sleeves, obviously he had already twisted the talisman at his fingertips, and the qi ripples lingered in his cuffs, and he cursed: "Who is surnamed Huang, are you looking for death?!"

Master Huang felt very calm and was indeed a waste.

Dao Ren Sun was so scared that he quickly flew out several feet away, and he also pinched a attack talisman he had just bought with fellow Daoist Chen.

The three of them showed a horn-like momentum.

Master Huang didn't even look at the old man in black robe, but turned to Dao Ren Sun and smiled, "Master Sun, the ghost creature in human heart, you have to be careful. We and Master Qin are all ally who know the roots and bottom of it. Only this person met by chance halfway through. If it was a tragic cultivator who could pretend to be garlic, wouldn't we have been obsessed with the Tao? In the end, all the treasures and opportunities on our bodies will take their lives and make wedding clothes for others. I don't think Master Sun would rather not?"

Dao Ren Sun spoke with the ripples of Xinhu Lake Chen Ping'an, "Fellow Daoist Chen, why do you want to fight? Master Huang is not a good man. If he really tear his face, we two are grasshoppers on the same line, so don't hide it from each other."

In comparison, Dao Ren Sun trusts the old man in black robe more. He has something to do with good and evil along the way, but he doesn't have much to do with it. He still thinks that this fellow Dao Ren Chen has weak Taoism and is not very threatening. Of course, if the old man in black robe is smart and versatile, he is a person who changes his responsibilities when he goes to the wind, Dao Ren Sun is unwilling to cooperate with him sincerely, bet on his life, and confronts Master Huang together.

In this way, Dao Ren Sun said something cumbersome, "Fellow Daoist Chen, Brother Huang's move is a bit too much, but the situation is unpredictable. Our family first has internal conflicts to make wedding clothes for others. It is better for both of you to sell me a face. Fellow Daoist Chen is a little restless. If I ask Brother Huang to apologize, I will just treat it as a matter of turning over. How about it?"

Chen Ping'an said angrily: "No! After being punched, I suffered such an unstoppable disaster, and I was seriously injured. If I apologize, I might as well let Master Huang eat a thunder talisman and just say it's even!"

Mr. Huang pulled the corner of his mouth, opened the corner of the package, grabbed an object, and gently threw it at the old man in black robe, and smiled and said, "If you don't have enough apologies, then add a reward."

The old man in black robe lit up his eyes. He hesitated for a moment, and he still secretly twisted the talisman with one hand, while the other hand raised his hand and tried to extend his arms to catch the antique bronze mirror.

Dao Ren Sun's expression changed drastically, and he quickly reminded him in his heart: "Don't answer!"

It's just too late.

Master Huang stepped on the ground with his martial arts level of the peak of the Sixth Realm, and instantly came to the old man in black robe and handed it out with a punch.

The old man in black robe was dumbfounded, as if he was stunned. He was standing there, and his whole body was still stiff. Not only did he fail to catch the bronze mirror that apologized, but he also had to implicate himself in the punch.

However, Master Huang suddenly stopped his fist, and only a wave of fist swept across the poor man's face, and his temples and hair swept backwards.

Mr. Huang actually put away his fist, slammed his heavy bag, turned around and left. After walking a few steps, he turned his head and smiled, "Brother Chen, I'll give you this bronze mirror."

Daoren Sun lamented in his heart.

Why did I find such a demented ally who is not very careful?

It's bitter.

The next road is not easy to walk.

Taoist Sun saw that fellow Taoist Chen smiled apologetically at him, squatted down, picked up the bronze mirror that fell to the ground, and put it in a rather shriveled green cloth package.

Even though this guy tried his best to hide his timidity, his hands were trembling gently.

Dao Ren Sun was so angry that he shook his head, turned around and followed Master Huang. Perhaps he was a little sad about this guy and angry at him for not fighting. He was quite angry in his words, "Fellow Daoist Chen! Remember your position next, don't get too close to Master Huang. It's better to keep yourself separated from Master Huang. Otherwise, once Master Huang is approaching, you will have many talismans that you can set up. Why can't you even let a pure martial artist get close to you? You don't understand this superficial truth?!"

"Master Sun, I understand the truth, but if you really fight with Master Huang, your mind will be blank and your hands and feet will be out of control. I really can't keep up with these truths."

After getting a bronze mirror, the man quickly followed Dao Ren Sun, slowed down, and did not walk side by side with Dao Ren Sun, but simply followed him behind Dao Ren Sun. Dao Ren Sun sighed and said nothing more. After all, he was a man who learned from his mistakes and would not be cured.

Chen Ping'an walked to the end and gently wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth.

Ordinary martial artists are not lucky when they travel around the world, so they are often beaten to the face of blood.

It’s okay for Chen Ping’an to do it himself.

However, when Chen Ping'an thought of the ancient bronze mirror with great ages, he was no longer resentful.

The seal script is very small, with the front saying "no force to resist" and the back saying "resist the evil and eliminate the central government".

The evil-proof mirror is undoubtedly an antique mirror. Because after Chen Ping'an carefully examined it before, he discovered the extremely subtle word "Ming Family Construction", but this is actually the most valuable one.

Because I dare to secretly add the word "卡" to the bronze mirror magic tool, which is the guarantee of the quality.

There are related documents about this matter. Among them, the "Li Pu" made on the ancient mirror of the sea beast grape pattern, the "Light Mirror" or the "Nalan Sanshan" made on the night golf mirror of the immortal are the most valuable. As for the bronze mirrors of later generations that imitate and imitate, they are often objects that deceive half-hearted Qi training men. Even if they are very delicate, they are still a big pit. If someone thinks that they can get a treasure and sell it at a high price, it is fine. If they are excited to refine it into a natal object, it will probably make the monk regret it and vomit blood.

Just now, Chen Ping'an almost couldn't help but want Dao Ren Sun to touch it first, and called it helping him and then he would take it seriously.

The hand of Taoist Master Sun is comparable to that of Sui Jingcheng, and has it been cleared?

Not to mention the harvest this time, the pair are most likely to be the Dragon King’s Bamboo Whip Cloth, and only the string of pagoda bells hanging around the waist of the tall and thin Taoist, which is obviously not an ordinary product.

Otherwise, outside the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain, the string of pagoda bells would never have been broken and warned.

On the back mountain, there are far fewer buildings than the front mountain lined up. It is considered to be majestic and spectacular, and there are only a handful of them, with only three.

The three of them went down the mountain, and they looked around and they were sparse.

It saves a lot of trouble.

According to the old rules, Master Huang was looking for treasures, and a palace complex near the front of him. Dao Ren went to another place with a tower that was the tallest, while Chen Ping'an was assigned a palace closest to the foot of the mountain.

After Chen Ping'an and Daoren Sun separated, they walked without rushing, as if they were wandering around in the garden. They took off the sword-raising gourd and took a sip of bamboo leaf spiritual water. They were really refreshed and happy.

It just tastes a little light and has no taste of wine.

Just when I think of this rich spiritual green bamboo leaf droplet, it is precious and rare, and the price is far better than that of Xianjia wine, I suddenly feel that the taste is extremely beautiful and the aftertaste is endless.

After drinking this sip, I didn’t drink any tea, but a lot of money from the immortals. How could it not be delicious?

Looking back, there was no trace of Master Huang and Daoren Sun. Chen Ping'an did not want to raise a sword gourd. He bowed his waist and ran forward suddenly, instantly passing through the high wall and landed on the ground.
To be continued...