The old sword immortal's thatched hut has almost no visitors throughout the year, but the saints of the three religions often visit sword cultivators.

For example, Choumiao often talks about economic strategies with Confucian saints. Those gentlemen and wise men from Confucian rituals and sub-saints serve as the supervisor and record officers of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and are also familiar with Choumiao Jianxian.

In the early years, Pang Yuanji often went to talk about Buddhism with Buddhist saints and learned about the great meaning of those Zen cases.

Not only Chou Miao, but also Pang Yuanji, the prides of heaven and ordinary sword cultivators, are also willing to go to both ends of the city to chat with the saints. In Aliang's words, they should be more involved with the saints in the spirit of immortals and Buddhas, and in other worlds, these great figures with great powers cannot be seen just by wanting to see them.

Only the Taoist saint who was sitting at the highest point of the sky was practicing purity, so the number of visitors was relatively small. Generally, the sword immortals were idle and left with their swords and asked about the customs and customs of Qingming.

Today, above the sea of ​​clouds, the old Taoist put his tail on his knees to blew the filth and clear heat to use it to be humble. However, now only the long white jade handle is left in the whisk.

It is not only an immortal weapon, but also a natal object.

The other two saints of the sects were similarly bleak. They created the golden river three times and helped the Great Wall of Sword Qi to divide the battlefield without paying any price. They really thought that the throne monsters in the wild world would be a waste of money.

The old Taoist opened his eyes and looked at Aliang.

The old Taoist had to force himself to cheer up.

The guy looked in a bad mood, probably because he didn't get any advantage from the eldest sword immortal.

Aliang lay on the sea of ​​clouds, punched a small hole in the sea of ​​clouds, and just saw the outline of the city. Then he took out a handful of ordinary stones picked up from somewhere, and threw them down one by one, with different strengths and all of them were of particular importance.

The sword fairy Sun Juyuan, who was lying in the corridor, heard the sound of stones knocking on the roof.

A woman who was dressing in front of the mirror also heard the sound of a stone bumping into the roller shutter.

A young sword cultivator on Yuhu Street who was practicing swords in the yard was shocked by a stone when the tip of the sword was hit by a stone.

On the table in a wine shop, an old sword cultivator was splashing and cursing. There was an extra stone in the wine bowl, and immediately changed from scolding to praising people, turning to wishful thinking without any stagnation.

The old Taoist is not surprised by this. It has been a hundred years ago, and there are more excessive things.

There was once a pair of fairy couples. It was the first time that spring night was worth a thousand gold. As a result, there was a little movement on the roof, and ripples on the tiles were slightly rippling. The next moment, there was another subtle movement elsewhere. It seemed that someone noticed his whereabouts were exposed and immediately fled far away. The man was furious, put on his clothes and barefoot, raised his sword and jumped over the wall of the courtyard. He only found that there was a residual ripples in a house. The man held his sword and chased after him. He never thought that there was a Taoist couple who was about to be kind to me. As soon as the man went out, he saw the guy with inexplicable brain cramps. Without saying a word, he greeted the other party's ancestors first for the eighteen generations. The two sides fought.

At that time, there was a man above the sea of ​​clouds, just like now, sticking out his butt to watch the fun.

Aliang clapped his palms, flipped his palms to smooth out the sea of ​​clouds.

The old Taoist asked a question that he had always been curious about, "Aliang, whether it is a person who is practicing like me or a sword immortal here, he is old and has little interest in secular things other than practice. How did you do it? Can you always be so... bored?"

The more you find a way to practice Taoism, the more willing you are to concentrate on practicing Taoism, let alone practicing the magical methods without distraction, which is natural.

Aliang leaned back and lay on the sea of ​​clouds, raised his legs, "Teach hard to practice Taoism and immortality, what can we do after immortality?"

This is a very high threshold.

You can’t talk about this with ordinary Qi training men, and you can’t talk about this with the local sword immortals here.

However, there are still some people who talk about this with the old Taoist.

After all, this Taoist Gao Zhen is the first disciple of the Great Master of Qingming World, and the lord of Baiyujing City. The great heavenly king in the Overlord Mountain is of the same age, but his cultivation of Taoism is still inferior.

The old Taoist smiled and said, "I will not live long."

Aliang sat up and threw a close object to the old Taoist, with the Taoist token style, Chen Ping'an entrusts Aliang to help hand it over to the old Taoist.

The shape is like a long wood to weigh paper, and it is very light in the beginning. It is painted with sun, moon, stars, ancient talismans, and a line of characters engraved with: The marshal has a command, and he is given a ruler to cut down his essence, and he is as directed as he wants. The mountains are broken, and urgently as the rules are ordered.

The old Taoist took the token, calculated his fingers, and nodded, "I understand, I should."

Aliang smiled and said, "Can you really calculate it?"

The old Taoist nodded, "The meaning is probably clear."

Aliang then informed the details with his heart, and the old Taoist remembered them one by one, "Look back, I will tell you about the upside down."

In addition to his master's skills in fortune-telling and deduction, this Taoist old god is also proficient in Mohist thinking and is good at Buddhist studies of Ming and Ming.

The old Taoist looked embarrassed, "Aliang, I have a reluctant request."

Aliang smiled and said, "Small things."

The old Taoist stood up and bowed respectfully. The courtesy was quite good, so Aliang had to get up and hold his fists and return the greeting.

The old Taoist looked around and no longer deliberately restrained the ripples of the aura on the sea of ​​clouds. He sighed: "After all, a few people have real deer, and they don't know that they dream of being fish all day long. That day has passed, and their lives will also decrease. Like a little fish in water, what's the fun?"

The Buddhist saint smiled and said, "Why are fish not eating when they are quiet at night? Why are they so happy when they are empty? The boat is empty and the moon returns brightly, how can they not be happy?"

The Confucian sage nodded and said, "The clothes are shining in the dust, and the branches are full of spring. Isn't it the heart of the sky and the moon full of the moon?"

Aliang pretended to be clear, nodded slightly, then racked his brains and said, "When is this evening, I see this good man."

The old sword immortal sneered: "Aliang, please give some face to the scholars."

Aliang laughed loudly, why did the old Sword Immortal praise himself again? Don’t you know that he is the thinnest person in the Sword Qi Great Wall?

Chou Miao Jianxian suddenly took the initiative to take over the power, saying that Yin Guan was not in the summer palace, all the affairs of Yin Guan’s lineage were handled by him Chou Miao.

All the sword cultivators in the summer palace had no objection. The Shou Miao Jianxian was trustworthy, with outstanding realm, character and means. He was recognized as the second leader of the Hidden Official lineage. If Chen Ping'an was not here, he could only be the Shou Miao Miao carried the burden.

Gu Jianlong, Wang Xinshui, Cao Gun and Cangkang, these four guys who were granted the title of the four big legs of the Hidden Office by Dong, were inevitably worried.

After spending more than a few years, I have been used to sitting in that position by Lord Yin Guan. No matter how harsh the battlefield situation is, even if Chen Ping'an doesn't speak, it can make people feel at ease. Judging from the posture, young Yin Guan will not return to the summer palace in the short term.

As Chen Ping'an's direct disciple, Guo Zhujiu just asked Choumiao Jianxian if her master had secretly killed the Ascension Realm monster again.

The sorrow is just not clear.

He only knows that Chen Ping, you went to the prison of the old deaf child.

Choumiao also said that he would treat guests and drink, and he would not return without getting drunk.

In the Yinguan lineage, in addition to Lin Junbi who had already returned home first, there was also the Yinguan who had left his post without permission, and all the sword cultivators went to the wine shop in Dizhang.

Deng Liang's group of foreign sword cultivators knew very well, and he was worried that Miao Jianxian had brought the farewell wine ahead of time. In the battle, the hidden official lineage, which was less and less sword cultivators, would only become more and more busy, and it was a luxury to drink and see off the four of them off.

It's a coincidence.

Ning Yao, Chen Sanqiu, Yan Zhuo, Dong Huafu, Fan Dache were also drinking at the shop.

In fact, except for Dong Buye and Guo Zhujiu, Yin Guan’s lineage and sword cultivators on both sides have never had much dealing with each other.

Seeing Dong Bude, the eldest young master of the Chen family, who was talking loudly with the nearby drinker, was no longer romantic at all, and was as reserved as a young man who had been drinking alcohol for the first time.

Dong Huafu wanted to speak but stopped, and he was very suffocating.

Dong could not glance at the younger brother who wanted to speak out for justice. Dong Huafu had to shut up obediently. When he looked at Chen Sanqiu, who almost hid his face in the wine bowl, he felt guilty for the first time. Today, he would not let Chen Sanqiu pay for the money for the wine. It would be better to let Fan Dache pay the bill.

Mi Yu sleeping among the clouds, Wu Chengpei sitting on the top of the city, Pang Yuanji, who drinks at most, and Chen Sanqiu, who pushes the wall, are all famous handsome men in the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

After the sword cultivator of the hidden official lineage led by Choumiao Jianxian sat down, the atmosphere of the wine shop was a little strange for a moment, and there was less noise.

First of all, Cho Miao is famous. He is the youngest sword immortal in the upper fifth realm of the Sword Qi Great Wall. He has great military achievements and follows Aliang early to travel to the hinterland of the wild world.

Furthermore, Luo Zhenyi and Xu Ning's group of "paying money" sword cultivators are notoriously unsociable. They are on the Great Wall of Sword Qi, with a identity similar to that of border soldiers of secular dynasties, and are vaguely higher than ordinary sword cultivators.

The current hidden official lineage has more authority and more knowledgeable than any group of hidden official sword cultivators in the history of the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

No one likes their own secrets, big or small, and they are written on paper for people to read casually.

Finally, there is another key reason, which is the existence of Pang Yuanji.

Ascended to serve as an inward official, Pang Yuanji's master, Xiao Yan chose to leave the Sword Qi Great Wall in the most disgraceful way, and took away two sword immortals, Luo Shan and Zhuan.

Xiao Yan left behind a lonely Pang Yuanji, as casual as she left behind the hidden jade tablet.

When Pang Yuanji went out of the city to fight, he was always in danger. As a first-class genius, no big monster deliberately targeted him, which made people even more thoughtful.

There were a lot of sword cultivators in the Yinguan lineage, so Diezhang personally helped to fight two tables.

Two people have a bench.

Luo Zhenyi glanced at Ning Yao intentionally or unintentionally.

Ning Yao's heart moved slightly and glanced at Luo Zhenyi.

Guo Zhujiu asked for some soju wine, and Dizhang specially brought a small pot of rice wine for the little girl.

Guo Zhujiu disliked drinking this kind of wine that was nicknamed "Little Lady's Wine". She was not arrogant at all. If you want to drink, drink the soju that "just drink without saying anything". Diezhang smiled and said that this is what your master meant. If you drink here, you can only drink this.

Guo Zhujiu immediately changed her mind.

After the wine shop became bigger, in addition to the existing Zhuhai Cave Tianjiu, it also sold shochu. Later, a kind of rice wine was launched. The soju, named "Yuba Lake Wine" by the second shopkeeper, was not worried about sales. Those who were rich and poor were very fond of it. The price was low and the taste was heavy. It was worthy of the sword wine. However, the soft rice wine wine could not be sold at a high price, and Dizhang was even more worried that it could not be sold at all. The women of the Sword Great Wall, as long as they drink, were not inferior to men, and always liked to drink strong wine. If the wine shop was to attract female drinkers, they would definitely be disappointed. At that time, Chen Ping'an did not say the specific reason, but only said that this rice wine was a small business that was icing on the cake. Even if he lost, he would not lose much. He was familiar with the Osmanthus Island ferry in Laolong City. He asked someone to help bring some rice wine wine from his hometown, which could not cost a few immortal money.

Facts have proved that it is impossible for the second shopkeeper to lose money when doing business. Those winemakers who are not bachelors will carry a few pots of rice wine before returning home drunk and tell their families that this is wine from Baopingzhou, Haoran, and the young Yinguan’s hometown. They also swear that the second shopkeeper patted his chest and promised that the woman would drink this wine the most to nourish her face! Or a woman asked you if she believed it? The man was disappointed, and the second shopkeeper could not tell the wine table. This is recognized by the Great Wall of Swordsman, but the woman also drank with a smile.

So much so that the female sword cultivator who often came here to drink only rice wine later.

Guo Zhujiu went to the teacher's wife's table to toast. After a round, a pot of glutinous rice wine was gone. Ning Yao couldn't stop it. Guo Zhujiu swayed back to his table, like a drunken fist.

Ning Yao and his friends had almost finished drinking, so they left together. Fan Dache settled the account. Now that they have much more money, they no longer have to borrow money from Chen Sanqiu. Ning Yao asked Diezhang to look at some Guo Zhu wine.

Guo Zhu still drank too much wine and fell asleep on the table. He couldn't drink enough wine. When the little girl drank too much, she would sleep, not make a fuss, and quietly.

Chou Miao smiled and said, "Some words that were not suitable for the summer vacation palace before, but now they can be said."

Cao Gun shakingly stood up, took the lead in holding up the wine bowl, and said, "Pang Yuanji, Qi Shou and Gao Ye Hou have all entered the Yuanying realm one after another. If you enter the fifth realm in the future, you are still inferior to them. I want to scold you."

Pang Yuanji didn't drink much, so he got up with a smile. After the wine bowl was bumped, "I'll scold you first. If you scolded you wrongly, I'll scold you again if you have the chance to meet again in the future."

Cao Gun looked at Pang Yuanji and shook his head vigorously, "Pang Yuanji, in my heart, you are as promising as Lord Yinguan. I hope that many years later, if you look up, you can see the highest point in the world, including Chen Ping'an, a blue-shirt swordsman, and Pang Yuanji, a white-shirt sword immortal."

Pang Yuanji smiled helplessly, "I am not as good as many hidden officials."
To be continued...