In the dusk, Wu Shuangzhao suddenly said he was leaving.

I threw the long sword to Chen Ping'an for a night trip. After half a day of training, I had already refined it.

After Chen Ping'an took over the night tour, he shamelessly asked Wu Shuangjiang for a copybook.

In Qingming, it is recognized that the words written by monks who have passed away the palace in the year can exorcise ghosts. Hanging the characters are like hanging talismans, and they are even more effective. Of course, Chen Ping'an did not think about using Wu Shuang's words to exorcise ghosts and evil things. It would be too wasteful. He kept them as a memorial for a night boat trip. In the future, he would hang them in his study in the Luopo Mountains. If a guest visits, no matter who it is, he would have to ask for a fake.

Wu Shuangjian agreed, and Chen Ping'an took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in the lobby. After packing the table, he helped spread the rice paper and lay on the table to grind the ink.

Wu Shuangjian looked at the brushes and ink ingots of ordinary things at the foot of the mountain, as if he had no interest in writing. Chen Ping'an said helplessly: "There are really these guys on me, so let me go?"

Wu Shuangjian smiled and said, "I can't afford to lose this face, but Mr. Wu can't afford to lose it. Since that's the case, let's forget it."

Chen Ping'an quickly said, "Then Junior Rong went to borrow the four treasures of the study from Li Shilang?"

Wu Shuangjian glanced at the sky outside and shook his head and said, "You can't let Xiaobai wait for a long time."

The millet was still grinding the ink ingots there, and was so anxious that he raised his hand and scratched his head. He said pitifully: "Mr. Wu, Mr. Wu, write a few words casually, but it's not a big hit? We are away and walking around the world. It's better to just give in."

Wu Shuangjian thought for a while, nodded and said, "It's reasonable."

Wu Shuangjian took out the Qing Dynasty Library she carried with him from his sleeve, spread a piece of colorful cloud paper, took out a green bamboo brush, engraved with a line of small seal script, and a bamboo with a bamboo that was full of bamboo. A square inkstone, the inkstone on the side was inscribed with the immortal cave, and an ancient inkstone was lying on a pair of pocket-sized dragons. Wu Shuangjian tapped the head of the dragon with his pen, and the two dragons immediately opened a pair of golden eyes. A layer of golden ripples suddenly appeared in the ancient inkstone. After Wu Shuangjian dipped in ink, the tip of the pen was golden. Write a running script copybook on the paper as usual, which can be regarded as the "Post of At that time".

"At that time, I just thought it was ordinary, and I didn't believe that there was a white hair on earth. I didn't lean on the bright moon and tall buildings alone. I suddenly came to the window and thought it was you."

Finally, in three parts of this copybook, two private seals and one flower stamp were stamped by Wu Shuangjiang.

The scholars of military commanded millions of soldiers. People and books were old and old. Their hearts were like the color of a green lotus in the world.

Chen Ping'an stood aside, rubbed his hands lightly, and sighed, "It's a pity that my senior doesn't write a couplet anymore. Good things come together, so pay attention to it."

Wu Shuangjian smiled and two couplet papers made of red material from the Suihu Palace appeared on the table. Each couplet had seven golden ball dragon patterns, which seemed to be waiting for a blank position, just waiting to write. Not only that, a small wooden box was taken out from the sleeve, and after opening it, it was arranged with a seven-color porcelain box, which was the seven-treasure mud that was famous all over the world. Jun Yu Qi on the mountain once obtained a great opportunity from the site of the Immortal Palace and moved an ancient mountain back to the sect. After the mountain fell to the ground and took root, strange phenomena arose, and there was often the scene of cinnabar flowing like colorful clouds. After the immortal refined the flying sand, he gathered the seven-color mud, which was the seven-treasure mud. There was a saying that one or two colorful mud was a pound of Grain Rain money.

Chen Ping'an was a little confused. He didn't have the qualities of writing couplets, right? He just didn't dare to ask too much, for fear that the cooked duck would fly away when asked.

Wu Shuangzhe didn't explain anything. He dipped his pen into a seven-color treasure sand and wrote each of the seven characters on the two Spring Festival couplets. He turned his pen like a mountain without any treasure. He only understood the magic after reading thousands of books.

Wu Shuangzhai sighed softly at the couplet. The fourteen golden dragons in the couplet, as if they were finished, slowly rotated for a while and remained silent.

Su Zi's poems and Wu Shuangzhe's inscriptions.

By the way, I took some advantage of young people who wanted to write.

Chen Ping'an, who became his second nephew for nothing, had no grudges and just thought he didn't know that there was such an allusion.

Wu Shuangzhao smiled and said, "Just like to wish that the Lower Sect of Luopo Mountain has been built. You can hang the couplets at the gate of the Zushi Hall. The couplets change with the time. The words of the day and the white characters at night are clearly divided, and the black and white are clearly distinguished. The rank is not low. If it is hung on the Jise Peak of Luopo Mountain, it is enough to let the mountain gods, ghosts and monsters like the mountain king Wei Bo stop outside the door, and they dare not and cannot go beyond half a step. But you have to promise me one thing, when you feel that you have done something wrong and that there is something wrong, you must pick this couplet."

Chen Ping'an took a step back and bowed to the palace master of the Sui Palace who laughed and said that "I had hoped to refine one or two natal characters."

Wu Shuangjian waved his hand, but put away a few seals, turned his head and smiled at the little girl in black, "Xiaomi, the rest of the study items on the table, I will give you the dried fish and melon seeds that will give you back. As for whom you turn around, I don't care."

Zhou Mili quickly waved her hand hard, "It's okay to use it, and it doesn't cost you to eat dried fish and melon seeds."

Wu Shuangjian smiled slightly, turned around and left, strideed across the threshold, Xiaomili rushed over, caught up with Mr. Wu, took out two bags of dried fish from his sleeve, scratched his face, and felt embarrassed, "Mr. Wu, Mr. Wu, that's all, I'll give it to you. Don't think it's too little. If you really want to think it's too little, it's all a matter. Go to my house as a guest in the future, so I'll take care of it."

Wu Shuangzhang smiled and took two bags of dried fish in the stream, thanked her, gently patted the girl's head, and left. Wu Shuangzhang took one step and left the entry city.

Xiaomi Li waved her hand and stood outside the door and looked around for a long time. She sighed, a little envious of Mr. Wu's Taoism. She didn't have to travel far away without warding the wind. She disappeared in a flash. That could be the realm of immortals that started with the golden elixir?! Haha, what do you think? How can the earth immortals be enough? It can't be the legendary Yupu realm. Alas, the realm is so high, just as high as Wei Shanjun. Mr. Wu has to hold many night tour banquets in his hometown? No wonder he doesn't blink his eyes when he gives gifts. He is generous and generous. He has to go around the world. When he met that stupid girl in Mute Lake, he was not bad. He had to sell the big water monster in Mute Lake with long hair and short knowledge.

Xiaomi Li swaggered back to the lobby table. Chen Ping'an put away the copybook and couplets, put them in the square inch, and smiled at Xiaomi Li: "Pei Qian will collect the ancient inkstone, green bamboo pen, seven treasure mud, and three things. Let Pei Qian help you collect them first."

Xiaomi Li was stunned for a moment, and the little girl glanced at the objects on the table, "But I have already thought about how to give it to someone."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Don't give it away, just keep it in hand. When you go back to Luopo Mountain in the future, remember not to throw it around."

Xiaomi Li said seriously: "I originally planned to give it to the mountain master's wife. If the mountain master's wife didn't accept it, I would be brave enough to stick to the end. Then when I got home, I would give the Qibao mud to Sister Nuanshu. She likes to keep accounts every day. Give the ancient inkstone to Jing Qing and then give the green bamboo pen to Wei Shanjun. Isn't there a bamboo forest in Piyun Mountain? The old chef and Pei Qian didn't know why, so I didn't go there, so I asked me to go there and count the few bamboos there. I didn't think about it. If Wei Shanjun accepts the gift, he will give me a bamboo for free."

Ning Yao held back his laughter and rubbed Xiao Mili's head.

Pei Qian pretended not to know anything. Anyway, as long as the master asked, he would push it all to the old chef.

Chen Ping'an was a little uneasy for the first time. I wonder what Wei Shanjun thought about Xiaomi Li wandering around the bamboo forest and carefully wrenching the bamboo.

A white-haired boy leaned his head around the corner of the corridor and asked, "Old Master Yin Guan, where is that person? Have you left? How are you talking?"

Chen Ping'an turned his head and said, "I left the Entry City. I'm chatting well, so you don't have to take action."

The white-haired boy laughed, put his hands on his hips, shook his shoulders, and strode towards the table, "The ancestor of Yinguan is indeed invincible, and I don't have the chance to show my loyalty anymore. Otherwise, as long as I do my best, I will definitely be able to retreat with the ancestor of Yinguan! How regretful, I hate everything!"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Then I'll invite him back?"

The white-haired boy's knees softened, he reached out to hold the tabletop and said tremblingly: "I don't think there is any need for this. After all, it's easy to ask God to send him to God."

From beginning to end, it was inexplicable. When he saw Wu Shuangjiang, he chatted with Pei Qian well, and it was like falling into a cloud and mist. Wu Shuangjiang disappeared again. There was no such thing as his realm as a demon that turned into an alien, appeared in a manner similar to a "realmless person".

Chen Ping'an glanced at him and said, "Go to the house to chat."

We went back to Chen Ping'an's room together, and Chen Ping'an took out the copybook, "It should be what my senior hopes I will hand it over to you."

The white-haired boy nodded. It had just taken over the hand. The two seals on the copybook, "Scholars of the Army, commanding millions of soldiers", and the "human and calligraphy are both old and old", totaling thirteen words, instantly dim.

Its expression was complicated and speechless.

Chen Ping'an even took out the sword-raising gourd and drank a sip of wine to suppress his shock.

The magical powers of a great monk of the 14th level are really unreasonable.

It shook its head hard and quickly returned to its usual expression. Looking at the virtual objects that Chen Ping'an had caught in the entry city, he picked up the daffodil porcelain basin, flipped it, sneered, and threw it on the table. Xiaomili quickly rushed forward, straightened his hands, moved to his side, vented lightly at the small porcelain basin, and wiped it with his sleeves.

The white-haired boy moved the iron cast three monkey moon-catching flower utensil with both hands, nodded slightly, and said, "If it is a real thing, it's still okay."

Chen Ping'an asked with a smile: "What do you mean?"

The white-haired boy said, "On every moonlit night, you can take out this thing. Just bask in the moonlight, you can condense the moonlight and gradually give birth to a spirit similar to the "flower protector". If the monk's fortune is better, he might become a Sifanwei from the Flower Temple, in charge of a certain flower letter. Inside, the osmanthus is the best, the eclipse is the second, and the peony is the second. The monsters in the world who worship the moon and refine the shape, no matter how high the realm is, they will definitely be willing to pay a high price. With this thing, you can save a lot of trouble. If you take the blessing land of all flowers, you can easily find a flower owner or the flower gods of the life lords, and you can sell it at a sky-high price."

The white-haired boy wondered, "Why did the Ancient Master of Hidden Palace look like he had never heard of this blessed land of flowers and was uninterested? Under the grape trellis in the place where the prison prison officials practiced Taoism, the Ancient Master of Hidden Palace looked at those flower god cups, and he was ready to rub his hands. At that time, I felt that if I was the flower master of the blessed land, I would start to worry about whether my territory would be three feet tall."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "As long as there is a place with money in the world, there will be Baofuzhai."

The white-haired boy said oh, picked up the piece of "Shuye" ebony paperweight and asked, "I never thought that the ancestor Yinguan was also a piano master? It turns out to be versatile..."

Chen Ping'an put down the sword gourd in his hand and asked, "Can you write a complete Guangling Slash Score?"

It nodded, "What's the hard way?"

After the palace master Wu Shuang descended from the year, Qingming was famous for his talent, poetry, music, music, music, calligraphy and painting.

As Wu Shuangjiang's inner demon, except for some killer attack methods, Wu Shuangjiang has set up many restrictions. The rest of Wu Shuangjiang can do it.

The white-haired boy's fingers were taped and wrote a complete music score that had been lost for a long time in Haoran. Chen Ping'an copied it on paper.

It yawned and said with a puzzled look on his face: "Old Master Yin Guan, what's the point of gain?"

Chen Ping'an nodded, Pei Qian had no expression on his face, just eating melon seeds.

Zhou Mili waved her hand hard and said, "It's gone, it's really not."

Now!"

The white-haired boy laughed and said, "You can have it, you must have it. Take the baby in the box quickly."

Zhou Mili wrapped her arms around her chest and said seriously: "If so, I will treat you to sauerkraut fish! Is sauerkraut fish delicious? The worst in the world, no one likes to eat it. Since no one eats sauerkraut fish and no one eats it, then it's gone."

Chen Ping'an reached out to cover his forehead. What a reasonable set of words, it's really hard for Xiaomili...

Ning Yao's mouth raised.

Pei Qian glanced at his master.

Chen Ping'an nodded helplessly.

Pei Qian and Zhou Mili said, "Take it out."

Xiaomi Li was anxious and winked Pei Qian. He hid himself well, so why didn’t he tell him?

Pei Qian nodded, and the girl in black immediately ran out of the house, went to Pei Qian and her own house, took out the scroll from the green bamboo bookcase, ran back, pursed her lips, and put it on the table without any rush. Xiaomi Li just held the scroll with a serious face, looking at the good mountain master, as if saying that I really gave it to you, what the mountain master's wife would say at that time, but it's not my fault.

Chen Ping'an glanced at his pioneer disciple and complained: "I've given it to you, what's there to hide?"

Pei Qian smiled and nodded, then looked at the white-haired boy who was the culprit.

Chen Ping'an handed Ning Yao the booklet given by the bearded guest.

After reading it casually, Ning Yao found that every opportunity was like a puzzle. The words on the booklet were like immortal ferry crossings, with names of ferry crossings, but they did not tell the visitors how to walk to the ferry crossings.

The white-haired boy looked at the scroll on the table, with a white jade scroll with a small stamp on it, and his handwriting was barely considered beautiful, and his text was arrogant, saying that he wanted to teach women all over the world to dress up.

After opening it, there were different eyebrows and eyes of beauties, such as hair buns, such as mandarin duck eyebrows, such as brows, such as clouds, and dizziness, such as flying fairy, and spiritual snakes, and other text annotations. There were 24 beauties, and the white-haired boy saw them one by one, and was amazed and muttered: "Okay, okay, although the spring mountain is small, it can be raised... The moon palace axe mark is missing, so I will be listed above the beauty's eyebrows... The flying fairy, flying fairy, descending to the emperor... My mother, this sentence is better, this sentence is the most wonderful, turn around and see the man rolling down the curtain, the man wants to hug him, and the man is like a smoky..."

The white-haired boy raised his head and said seriously: "Since the ancestor Yinguan is proficient in seal carving, it is better to copy various eyebrow seals on the letter paper. In the future, the Taoist couples of Hongyan on the mountain will send letters, flying swords and other letters. Half of them will use the letter paper produced by our Luopo Mountain! In response to the sentence "When the man from Wanli meets his eyebrow seal, he will meet again in front of a flower." I think it is feasible, definitely feasible, and there is absolutely a lot of money!"

Chen Ping'an gave a reward, "Get out!"

This kind of conscience-free powder money is suitable for Zhu Lian or Mi Yu.

The white-haired boy looked hurt, which made the hearts of the soldiers cold.

He picked up the last bundle of withered plum branches, weighed it a few times, and said in confusion: "Old Master Yin Guan, what's the matter?! Are we really picking up rags?"

Chen Ping'an threw the booklet to the white-haired boy. When he turned to the page of plum branches, he found that it seemed to be two veins, each with opportunities, and could choose one. One of the clues was Shangyang Palace, Plum Jing, "Zhao Nan Pian", Jiang Langzhong, Longchi Zuike, Zhulu.

Another one is the book shop, corpse, hot guests in the world, boneless flowers, and duckweed pavilion.

The white-haired boy looked at it with a big head. After all, it came from Qingming Tianxia. He was completely blind when he saw this. He closed the booklet and said righteously: "Ancestor Yinguan, why are you doing this? We might as well rob it openly? If you catch someone right, it's okay. The Ancestor Yinguan will just escape and leave me behind, whether to beat or scold me, chop or chop, and take it with a small force!"
To be continued...