And the Benmo City, which is always ridiculous and arrogant, has always had the worst relationship with Toutiao City. Let this unruly troublemaker just go there and cause trouble.

Chen Ping'an put away his hands and changed his words for no reason: "Then let's treat this deal as unfinished. Let me exchange a small question with Miss Qin. Where is Shao Baojuan's city lord?"

Qin Zi breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's Rongmao City, one of the four lower cities."

Chen Ping'an looked at the other party's expression and asked with a smile: "Is it true that with the pass from Toutiao City, I may not be able to go to Rongmei City now?"

Qin Zi all nodded.

Shao Baojuan is the lord of a city, so of course he can thank guests behind closed doors.

Chen Pingan released the mountain ticket from his fingertips, and the words on the front and back disappeared between heaven and earth.

But the genuine cyan talisman paper remained in Chen Pingan's hands.

Qin Zidu said bitterly: "It would be better if Chen Jianxian was really the pedantic and rigid person that the city lord thinks."

What she meant was, of course, that this shrewd and calculating Mr. Chen was not a businessman but a swordsman, which was too shameful.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "It is precisely because of this that I was able to walk here step by step, sit here on the steps of the pavilion, talk politely to Miss Qin, and do the business of being friendly and making money."

Qin Zi was puzzled, but he didn't think deeply about it. He just regarded the young swordsman's words as nonsense.

Chen Pingan stood up, walked down the steps, and turned to look at

The plaque said softly: "It's so good to get a name. Stop at one pavilion in life and walk slowly and don't be in a hurry."

Qin Zi all sneered. If he liked it so much, why did he do the deal and return the pavilion to Toutiao City? Being able to put down roots here for passers-by is like having an extra life-saving talisman. Du Xiucai, Qingniu Taoist and others

, but they all managed to save their own family fortunes with great difficulty, and compared to a nearly physical land like Qie Ding Pavilion, which is unique and mysterious, it just sounds mysterious and looks fancy, it is still far inferior.

This pavilion.

He only has the single leaf of the sycamore tree left in his hand now. He will be able to come here in the future, but the temporary pavilion has been returned to its original owner.

However, Qin Zi vaguely remembered that when this man heard that the lord of his city was Li Julang on the streets of Toutiao City, there was a bright light in his eyes.

However, the young man soon became a little embarrassed. Maybe it was because he had been practicing so well in his life and had never been so ignored in public? There was a hint of sadness in his eyes, but it was fleeting, as if it had never happened before. Qin Zidu was because of

I was tired of Mo Ding'er from that chicken and dog city, but I was really curious about the passing swordsman in this entry city, so I saw these subtle details clearly.

Qin Zi remembered something again without any reason. It seemed that when the city lord went to see the green-robed swordsman twice, the young foreigner walked side by side with Li Julang. He stopped talking several times and kept looking at him secretly from the corner of his eye.

Only after the city lord took out the mountain buying ticket, the young swordsman returned to his normal expression and started doing business.

Before the city lord showed up and went to the street, the deputy city lord joked that the young man seemed to have a very calm temperament. Logically speaking, he shouldn't be so impatient. It seemed that he was going to get out of Tiaocheng one by one with "Sexual Evil Chapter" in one mouthful.

, Juro, you are so angry.

A courtyard is less than three acres, and there is only one hill of land, so it is called Mustard Seed.

Ning Yao stepped out with his sword and came to the entrance of the small garden. His eyes were unusually sharp and unreasonable.

She has nothing to do with Toutiao City or Li Juro.

But Chen Pingan has.

Once on the city top of her hometown, under the three bright moons, Ning Yao sat next to that man. Whenever he had some free time, he would often pick up some of the books collected around him, most of which were the writings of writers accumulated in his early years. Among them,

There is a "Painting Book". Of course Chen Ping'an never told her about Qingniu Taoist Priest, but he lay on the top of the city, often took out the painting book to bask in the moonlight, occasionally raised his head, and swore to Ning Yao that this Li

Juro is truly a man among the gods. Except for one thing that he cannot learn, his other knowledge is really fascinating and amazing. So on his bamboo slips, he engraved the "Guidelines for Making Friends" word for word. "Xiuti

"Feng Houshi, let's get drunk together in the evening" is also beautifully written. Li Julang's talk about the difference between scholarly articles and legendary dramas is even more excellent. It turns out that the truth is similar to reasoning with others.

Especially Li Julang's business, he is even more outstanding. It's just that when it comes to engraving books for booksellers in other places, he is a little less generous. It's a pity that I can't meet this Mr. Li, otherwise I really have to ask.

Is this Juro really that poor and down-trodden? Is it true that he can't fulfill his destiny? When Mr. Li was born, did he really meet an immortal to help him tell fortunes? Is it true that the stars have descended to the earth? The ancestral home is too small.

, was it born smoothly after moving to the family ancestral hall? If Li Julang is easy to talk to, we have to ask again, after Mr. became successful and shined on the lintel, did he ever repair the ancestral hall? Maybe he can give birth to that child in the plaques of the two ancestral halls.

Where's the incense man?

Ning Yao couldn't understand, how could such a Li Julang be allowed to talk endlessly on the city wall?

So what if I actually meet Li Juro when I arrive at this city? Do you still want to ask Mr. Li about all the doubts he had in the past?

Li Julang and the old scholar who served as the deputy city lord walked out of the mustard seed garden in the scroll together.

Li Julang frowned and asked, "Is something wrong?"

Ning Yao nodded and said, "Something's wrong."

Li Julang smiled and asked, "What's the matter?"

Ning Yao turned to look at the white-haired old man and said, "It has nothing to do with the old man. I would like to ask you to move aside."

The old scholar smiled and said: "Okay, okay, as it should be."

Li Julang immediately reached out and grabbed his old friend's sleeve. The old scholar waved his sleeve vigorously and left.

In an instant, the world was filled with sword light.

As a result, a huge hole was opened in the entire night boat by a sword light. The scribe on the top of the mountain sighed, and with a slight thought, he repaired the defects in the ferry.

Fortunately, the existence of this ferry is similar to the Great Wall of Sword Qi in the past.

This is also one of the fundamentals of night sailing. The word "interaction" in the ferry culture that Chen Ping'an realized in Toutiao City is also one of them.

The monk on the futon also opened his eyes, stretched, and was about to get up. The middle-aged scribe smiled and said, "No need yet."

The white-haired old man returned to where he was and couldn't help but laugh. He saw the city lord Li Julang holding a tattered book of paintings in his hand. Fragments of pages kept coming from all directions in the world.

The old scholar marveled and said jokingly: "Being asked about swordsmanship by the best person in the world can be regarded as a good story for our city. Thinking about it, I am reluctant to resign from the position of deputy city lord and become a hundreds of people again.

That’s the year.”

Stop at the pavilion.

Ning Yao took a step forward, returned to this place, sheathed his sword and put it back in the box, saying, "I've seen the mustard seed garden, and there's nothing good about it."

Chen Pingan smiled and nodded, rubbing his cheeks with both hands, inevitably feeling a little regretful, "That's it."

Then Chen Ping'an would pick up the sycamore leaf and take Ning Yao to the inn in the city. He just hoped that Xiao Mili would not follow Pei Qian's example and kowtow when meeting him.

Ning Yao suddenly said: "Don't you say goodbye to Miss Biyu?"

Chen Pingan was speechless.

Qin Zidu managed a smile and said tremblingly: "No need."

The sycamore leaf in Chen Ping'an's hand flashed with light, and he and Ning Yao arrived at the gate of the city and walked towards the inn in the city together.

There is no night ban in Toutiao City, but compared to the hustle and bustle on the streets during the day, it is still a little deserted. There are no stalls on the streets, and all the shops are closed. There are only a few restaurants with lights and noise.

Ning Yao was silent for a moment and said, "I shouldn't have drawn the sword."

Chen Pingan held her hand and said, "There is nothing right or wrong about things that are contradictory."

Ning Yao looked at the streets on both sides, "Is this a city where knowledge can be sold for money?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said with a smile: "Very good, he is indeed Li Julang."

When they arrived at the door of the inn, Pei Qian and Xiao Mili were waiting at the door.

Xiaomi Li, who had been pretending to be calm all the time, suddenly became anxious. With a smile on his face that had been strained for too long, he looked stupidly at the woman next to the good man mountain master. He pulled Pei Qian's sleeves hard with one hand and stamped his feet hard.

The smile didn't change at all, and he said hurriedly: "Pei Qian, Pei Qian, otherwise I'd better kowtow, otherwise I always feel that the etiquette is not enough."

Pei Qian stood on tiptoe, waved to his master and his wife from afar, and whispered: "It's really not necessary."

Xiaomi Li could no longer hold back her smiling face and said with a grimace, "You really don't need it?"

Pei Qian rubbed the head of the little girl in black and said softly: "It's really unnecessary. From now on, when Cao Qinglang and Jing Qing are around, you can kowtow to make up for it when you see the teacher's wife."

The little girl scratched her face and remembered.

Ning Yao shook his wrist, and Chen Pingan had no choice but to let go.

When they arrived at the inn, Ning Yao nodded to Pei Qian first, and Pei Qian smiled and called his wife.

Ning Yao bent down and rubbed Xiao Mili's head, and said with a smile: "In my hometown, everyone knows that Dumb Lake Wine can make many sword immortals become speechless and have no choice but to continue drinking."

Xiao Mi Li nodded vigorously, then took a step back, quickly reached into his sleeve with one hand, and finally took out a large handful of melon seeds, raised it high above his head, offered it with both hands, and said loudly: "Mrs. Mountain Lord, please eat melon seeds!"

Ning Yao was a little surprised.

Chen Pingan held back his laughter.

Inside the Hundred Thousand Mountains, on the top of the mountain, there was one Fourteenth Realm and one Ascension Realm. As a result, there was only one hut. It was probably just the old blind man’s shelter. It was probably also considered as a place of cultivation. Now it has received only one

If you are a founding disciple who is half a master, then you must have a place to stay.

It’s really not that Li Huai is not used to the hard life, but that he has traveled a lot in the world, especially when he was with Pei Qian. He heard a lot of all kinds of deceptions in the world, and saw a lot of martial arts-style people trying to make ends meet.

It's easy. No matter how you look at it, you feel like you have fallen into a charlatan's den. You see the old man in yellow with nimble legs and legs. He is running around, chopping firewood and wood in order to build a brand new hut. It is said that he is a dignified Ascension Realm monk.

Who believes in these activities? Li Huai doesn’t believe it anyway.

At that time, I could only feel sympathy for Li Huai, and he couldn't help but feel sorry for the hard work of the old man Longshan Gong, and... he had no fixed place to live. Li Huai said that we could live in two rooms in the new thatched hut, and he could build one.

Take the handles and build a shelter together, as long as it can protect you from wind and rain.

As a result, when the old man in yellow heard that Li Huai wanted to help, it was almost like a dispute. The old man spoke righteously and refused to give in. He said that the young master was a rich man, how could he touch these low-level jobs with his hands?
To be continued...