Zhigui walked down the steps and asked with a smile: "Just chat for a while?"

Chen Pingan nodded and took the lead to turn around and walk towards the main hall door.

Zhigui twisted his robe with his fingers and trotted to keep up.

Only a stunned old woman was left.

After walking out of the main hall, Zhigui asked with a smile: "Did you come here specifically to see me?"

Chen Pingan shook his head, "It was just a coincidence. The reason why I followed you here was because I was worried that the old nanny would not know what was going on and you would settle the score with me."

This time Qiu Du revisited his old place and selected the old treasures of the Dragon Palace. No matter what the purpose was, once Zhigui knew about it, he would definitely not be able to take it away.

In addition to knowing the promise between Zhongtu Confucian Temple and Zhigui, Chen Ping'an also knew that this neighbor's temper at that time would definitely be resented by Zhigui. In those days, there were many trivial things that she did not take into account in the streets of her hometown, and Zhigui would be petty, one after another.

She remembers everything, not to mention that this is something that she is completely justified in. When Zhigui takes action against Qiu Du, it will be nothing more than a serious matter.

In addition, the Mihe River in the Daquan Dynasty was once a main road in Jiudu. Chen Pingan was also worried that Biyou Palace and the Mihe Water Goddess would be affected by this accident.

The only surprise was that Chen Ping'an didn't expect to meet her here.

In his early sixty years in his hometown, Mr. Qi was restricted by his status and could not have too much contact with her.

But Zhigui was able to regain her freedom. On that snowy night, she climbed out of the iron lock well and staggered all the way to Mud Bottle Alley. How could it be Mr. Qi's "inadequate observation"?

Of course it was intentional.

Because of this, Chen Ping'an reminded Zhigui to be careful in Qidu Temple.

Otherwise, no matter how good a teacher Chen Pingan is, he would not want to take too much care of Zhigui. After parting ways with her, the worst possible outcome for both parties would be that you go your way and I go my single-plank bridge.

Chen Pingan asked from the bottom of his heart: "Over there on Mud Bottle Lane, next to our two houses, it seems that no one has lived there all year round. It has been abandoned and ownerless since I can remember. I worked in the archives room of the kiln superintendent's office, and later

The houses in Huaihuang County can’t be found, do you have any clues?”

Zhigui and Chen Pingan were walking side by side. She turned around and said with a smile, "Are you asking me for help?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "That's right."

The two parties have no relatives or any enmity, and they are both fellow villagers and neighbors. It doesn't hurt to ask one or two more gossips.

Zhigui smiled, as if he didn't intend to speak.

With her head raised high, she strolled around the ruins of the Dragon Palace.

I recall those days when the mud-legged people around me would help carry buckets when they saw me carrying water back to Mud Bottle Alley.

In the winter, she would carry a big bag of charcoal because she didn't want to make an extra trip. At that time, she was the poorest person who was most suppressed by the small town road. She always felt that the road was far away and it seemed particularly heavy.

Song Jixin and Liu Xianyang are such narrow-minded men, but they never misunderstood anything on this matter.

Neither party felt that Chen Ping'an had any evil intentions.

The woman put her hands behind her back, intertwined her fingers, looked forward, and asked softly: "Do you think I am useless except for my realm?"

Chen Pingan thought for a while and did not rush to give an answer.

But it happened to be the gentleness of the man next to her that made her face turn gloomy with anger. She might as well just blurt out and nod her head to admit it.

Chen Pingan said slowly: "It doesn't count."

Chen Ping'an's expression softened, perhaps because he recalled some old stories from his hometown.

It was the first time that the ignorant straw-shoe boy saw Mr. Qi asking for help.

Later, Chen Ping'an re-examined the time travel picture and found that the girl had been scolding the locust tree under the old locust tree in her hometown.

Chen Ping'an felt... quite relieved.

Chen Pingan put away his thoughts and asked: "How do you know those people?"

There is only one word difference between a dragon keeper and a dragon supporter, but their respective pursuits are worlds apart.

Zhigui became a little impatient, "We met halfway, but we are just getting what we need. Anyway, in the future, my water house will also need some people who can really do things."

Chen Ping'an did not restrict Zhigui on what he should not do. Instead, he just said casually: "What we have seen along the way is either good or bad."

Zhigui asked doubtfully: "Aren't they good guys and bad guys?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said, "This is the crux of the problem."

Zhigui laughed angrily and said, "Why don't you just become a teacher?"

Unexpectedly, the man beside him nodded and said: "We have already chosen a school."

The Dragon Palace Ruins is a private garden of Long Zi in the past. It occupies a very large area. There is a lake and pond with fields of lotus leaves in the water. There is a grasshopper boat. There are four people in the boat, an old man, a beautiful woman, and a burly man.

, a young man.

They are now all followers of the True Dragon King Zhu, and they have taken refuge in her, the newly promoted Lord of the East China Sea.

The beautiful woman stood at the end of the boat, dressed in palace attire, with a flowing bun, a golden step and a sideways parting. She applied light makeup and powder. There was an ancient bronze mirror and a crystal jade hanging on her slender waist. She turned to face the man.

The old man at the stern of the boat asked curiously: "Li Ba, do you think the master and the Yinguan master will fight if they disagree?"

The old man named Li Ba, with gray hair and skinny bones, shook his head gently and said: "You can't fight someone who has no injustice or enmity."

At the old man's feet, there was a burly man sitting cross-legged.

The last young man must be an accomplished mountain god with jade skin and handsome appearance. He is currently lying in the boat with one hand under the back of his head and his legs crossed. His mood is leisurely and leisurely.

Shaking the wine bottle, the amber liquid just fell straight into his mouth. He shook the empty wine bottle, sat up, and looked in the direction of the main hall, "Sword Qi is so heavy, I am worthy of becoming a swordsman in the Great Wall of Sword Qi."

people."

The beautiful woman's eyes wandered as she looked at the muscular man sitting like a rock, "Xi Man, if you are allowed to fight the enemy as warriors only, can you beat the enemy with your bare hands?"

According to the list of the top ten young people in the world, I heard that this young hermit official was a martial artist in the Nine Realms when he was guarding the city alone. Later, he returned to Haoran World and was still in the Merit Forest of the Middle-earth Confucian Temple.

He and Cao Ci fought back and forth.

The man was obviously also a martial arts master, and he said straightforwardly: "I haven't hit the opponent with even one hand."

When pure warriors look at the world, they often only see warriors.

This Haoran local monster named Ximan once weighed the weight carefully. He had no chance of winning against the old ape who moved mountains in Zhengyang Mountain. The latter was also born with a tough body, so how could he talk about boxing with Chen Pingan?

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That's not called fighting, it's called dying in vain.

The woman smiled and cursed: "How old is he? How old are you now? Why don't you die?"

The man sneered and said: "According to what you say, except for Cao Ci and Chen Ping'an, everyone should stop practicing martial arts and boxing."

Zhigui's four water-mansion servants include one immortal, two jade parchments, and a mountain-top warrior.

In addition to human monks, there are also ghosts, immortals, and demons, but all of them have been recorded and identified at the Confucian Temple.

After the young man sat up, he remembered something, "I spent a lot of money on the Qingshenshan wine at the liquor store in Jianqi Great Wall, and I had to drag out favors to buy a bottle. As a result, I drank so much that I almost doubted my life."

Could it be that the drinks at the Qingshen Mountain banquet were all fake?

The burly man nodded and said: "It's really unpleasant to drink. I'm not afraid of drinking bad wine, but I'm afraid of drinking fake wine. If you don't care, I would have to stand in front of the drug store before I dare to drink."

As he spoke, the man habitually reached out and took out his crotch.

The woman glared and complained: "It's disgusting, isn't it? Can you change this bad habit of yours?"

The burly man said in a loud voice: "It can't be changed."

He also has a catchphrase that Gong Yan can't stand the most, "Brother, don't raise your head, we two brothers will not be so lucky or so lucky."

Among the group of people, the woman’s name is Gong Yan, nicknamed Awu. She is a local monk in Fuyao Continent and was once the female patriarch of a time-honored sect. However, after a battle, she is now homeless.

Gong Yan was quite happy about the situation in the cave. Later, she met a female sword cultivator there named Nalan. She was a foreigner and her realm was unknown. She might be in the Nascent Soul realm. She claimed to be from the upside-down landscape cave.

Jing Palace.

The two parties made several big deals. The foreign swordsman who was in charge of the affairs of the Shanshui Cave at that time was a prodigal woman. She probably had connections with the Chinese Confucian Temple, and she dared to openly sell the goods at a low price. Gong Yan would not refuse anyone who came. , just like going to the street to scan for goods, and you will gain a lot.

The old man's name is Li Ba, his hometown is from Jinjiazhou, and his Taoist name is Quezhang. He was once a close friend of Wanyan Laojing in Jinjiazhou. He devoted himself to Taoism and served as the national counselor of a great dynasty under the mountain. He only assisted three emperors successively, but he was unable to bear the consequences. Especially the last talented and subjugated king actually reported to the Qingzhang Taoist Academy under the leadership of Imperial Master Li Ba, intending to canonize himself as the Taoist Lord and Emperor.

When the water god's escort in the vast world comes to an end, the master Wang Zhu promised them that they can choose a good tree to live in according to their own wishes. For example, two of them have made up their mind to practice in the water house for a long time, and the other two plan to Go to Aquarius Continent to stay at the capital of Dali, because they are quite optimistic about the vassal king Song Mu.

A snow-white figure, like a white cloud falling into the lotus pond, stepped on a green lotus leaf, swaying, finally managed to stabilize its figure, stretched its neck, and looked at the handsome man sitting in the middle of the grasshopper boat, mouth He yelled: "Oh, hey, this is not the once-famous man. He likes 'white bones lying on pine clouds', calls himself 'Jiangdong Drunkard', calls himself 'My ambition is heaven and beyond', and threatens to 'get rid of the prison of the heart and keep the fast of the heart. In Zuoxin Palace, it is said that a breath of sighs can attract wind, rain, clouds, thunder, and was almost beaten to death by Zhang Tiaoxia because of fighting for fishing spots?"

The boy in white put his hands on his hips and said, "Let me take a breath, I'm exhausted."

This uninvited guest stared blankly at the four people in the boat for a moment, and then the young man in white turned his head to look at a waterside pavilion on the shore, and asked with a smile: "In this place so close to me, I am lucky enough to meet so many outstanding people from this world." , Mr. Xiaomo, tell me, what is this called?"

Inside the waterside pavilion, a frail scholar with a yellow hat and blue shoes appeared at some point, holding a green bamboo stick. Hearing the words, he smiled and replied: "It can be said that there is a great wild scenery in the courtyard, and you can meet the master in the alley."

Huang Man, who was sitting over there, never thought that he would be exposed in one breath. He asked with a smile: "Who are you?"

He used several layers of concealment techniques to hide his identity for more than a hundred years. Logically speaking, his identity should not be known at a glance.

The four strange people in the boat only heard the young man in white say seriously: "I am Dongshan."

Cui Dongshan shifted his gaze and looked at the old man. His face smelled of Chinese medicine and he looked very bitter. He said with surprise: "Ah? Isn't this Li Ba, the national master of Liuxiazhou? Yes, yes, he must have been killed by that man. Wanyan Laojing, who I respect very much, is heartbroken and no longer wants to stay in the sad place in his hometown. Leave me alone, and I want to change my mind somewhere else."

Cui Dongshan suddenly took out something from his snow-white sleeves, and then a golden rooster stood alone. He held a demon mirror in his hand, raised it high, and aimed at the woman, "Hey! Where are the monsters and ghosts running away, why don't they show their true colors soon!"

Doesn't work? The young man in white frowned slightly, put the ancient mirror into his sleeve, and took out a new one from his sleeve. He jumped up, changed his position, moved sideways, and landed on a green lotus leaf next to him. When he soared into the air , one throws up the ancient mirror, changes hands to catch it, and shouts "Stand still!"
To be continued...