Sword of Coming Chapter 1130

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Lu Yan was the first to say goodbye, and Chen Ping'an wished this Chunyang master, who is known as the number one golden elixir, good luck in his experience.

Master Chen Shan also said some auspicious words, hoping that the senior Taoist heart would be as perfect as the fifteenth month.

Feng Xuetao was puzzled. It is common sense that the moon waxes and wanes. Logically speaking, when it is full, it loses. Is this a good saying?

Cui Dongshan rolled his eyes and could only explain to the ignorant Brother Feng from his heart. As the saying goes, the moon on the fifteenth day is sixteen round.

Feng Xuetao was speechless for a moment. Shanzhu Chen did have unique knowledge in speaking.

Chen Ping'an went to meet Xing Yun and Liu Shui, two local sword cultivators from the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and chatted about the customs and customs of the wild side. Cui Dongshan didn't have a long butt. He immediately pulled Feng Xuetao off the Tongyin Ferry and asked this Ascended Realm man if he was interested in finding a job with the Qingping Sword Sect. He regarded it as doing his brother a favor. Since his feelings were It's time to go out and drink, so let's not talk about money, so as not to hurt the brotherhood. Feng Xuetao had already suffered a big loss from Jiang Shangzhen, but he just refused to evade. Besides, he really didn't feel that he and Cui Sect Leader were from the same family.

On the other side, walking in the brightly lit streets and alleys, the boy in white threw his sleeves into a crackling sound.

Pei Qian cleared the wine table and went back to his room to practice walking in silence.

Master Huolong found the girl in the mink hat who was alone, and asked straight to the point with a smile, "May I ask fellow Taoist Bai Jing, what kind of scenery does it look like when you look at the sky and the earth?"

Xie Gou curled his lips, "Nothing fancy."

Master Huolong was stunned for a moment before he remembered that this language seemed to be the dialect of the small town in Chen Ping'an. He was silent for a moment and said with a smile: "Only those who have met before are qualified to say such things." Xie Gou stretched out his hands and tugged Diao Mao, "You all think that my aptitude for cultivating is very good. In fact, I think it's just average and not top-notch. I just took a huge advantage. I was born early and I was lucky enough to meet a lot of old people." The characters on page seem to be "sravakas" in the narrow sense according to Buddhism? Is that right? I have roughly calculated that I have met, asked for advice in person, discussed with each other, and lost in fights. There are almost a hundred of them. Who are these ancient Taoist priests? If you put any of these ancient Taoist priests in today's world, wouldn't they be top-notch figures? In the past, I always ignored these things and just thought they were ordinary. When I came here, I often wandered at the foot of the mountain. I saw the Taoist priests again, and I was depressed. Live or die

To clear up the confusion, I will…”

Master Huolong waited patiently for the next sentence. Xie Gou rubbed his red cheeks and held it in for a long time before giving an explanation, "I want to cry."

When Master Huolong heard this, he suddenly laughed heartily, expressed his deep agreement, and even said a few good words. Xie Gou had a melancholy look on his face, "Mr. Zhu is a critical friend. He criticized me very rudely, saying that I was born at the right time and have gone through many hardships to practice Taoism. I am lucky and always have near misses. I seem to be taking my time." I am slowly accumulating Tao power, but I don't know my true intention. When my realm is high, I retreat from the Taoist mind. Therefore, I only realize small fruits, which is still far from being mature. So I went out to relax and take a trip. Shiwandashan, the old blind man's opinion of me is different from Mr. Zhu's.

not much. "

Master Huolong laughed dumbly, "Mr. Zhu?"

Zhu Lian, a martial artist from Lotus Flower Blessed Land? It is true that he is a rare and wonderful person, but on Xie Gou's side, Zhu Lian will never "age" no matter what, right?

Xie Gou glanced at the old man and said, "In my eyes, you are also very old."

Master Huolong stroked his beard and smiled. He said this in a very down-to-earth manner, which made people feel happy after listening to it.

Xie Gou regards Feng Xuetao, whose Taoist name is Qingmi, as a junior among the juniors. Even Lu Yan, whose Taoist name is Chunyang, is at most a peer on the path of cultivation, and they can just call each other Taoist friends.

However, the old cook in his poor family and the old man next to him do have a strange ability that makes people think that they are the kind of elders they think of.

What they say is teaching, and they are telling you a few words of wisdom from people who have experienced it. In this matter, even Shanzhu Chen, who likes to be reasonable, seems to be a bit unreasonable.

Master Huolong smiled and said: "The Sunset Landing was once the private domain of fellow Taoist, causing the Golden Crow to sleep soundly for thousands of years. It happened to be in Aquarius Continent. Fellow Taoist is so reasonable and willing to give in, which is quite unexpected."

If the rumors on the mountain are correct, it seems that Bai Jing leased this dojo to the Dali imperial court.

Xie Gou curled his lips, "First of all, the powerful dragon will not overwhelm the local snake, and besides, our mountain master is about to become the Grand Master of the Great Li Kingdom. Why don't one family speak the same language as the other?"

But she quickly added, "If I fall into the wild world, it depends on whether I can speak well or not. No one can be the lobbyist, not even Mr. Bai!"

Master Huolong nodded and said, "Principal Taoists like to hear honest words from honest people."

Even Jiang Shangzhen was very curious about Xie Gou's Taoist roots, and privately asked Chen Ping'an whether it was possible that Miss Xie was from the Shinto.

This kind of speculation is easy to understand. After all, Bai Jing's dojo is well known on the top of the mountain. During a high-ranking day, she once carved and opened up a fire palace as a shelter.

However, according to the inside story leaked by Qingtong, Bai Jing's origin is indeed a demon clan on the earth, not a member of the ancient heaven. Because of Xiao Mo's relationship, Xie Gou and Chen Pingan chatted about the past in a more casual manner. She did not deny that she initially wanted to take the "better-born" sun as her own, and then tried to learn from the ancient world. One of the ten richest people

Lan Qi, a female cultivator, refined this great sun into her natal object. However, she soon discovered that the great sun actually gave birth to spiritual wisdom, and the avenue manifested into a golden crow. Bai Jing changed his original intention and protected the path for her.

So when Xie Gou proposed to go to Haoran World, Bai Ze didn't stop him even though he knew that Manhuang would lose some of his top combat power. This was a very important reason.

It's not just as simple as Xie Gou going to find Xiao Mo. According to the rules of the wilderness, when it comes to the Taoist's great opportunity, all calculations of interests must make way for it.

What's more, Bai Jing is also a candidate sword cultivator in the Fourteenth Realm who Bai Ze has high hopes for.

Master Huolong smiled and said: "Really speaking, Pindao, fellow Taoist Bai Jing, and Master Chunyang are somewhat related to each other in the lineage of Taoism. It is very appropriate to say "fellow Taoist".

Xie Gou nodded vigorously, "In the future, the three of us will often visit each other. If we encounter a hard nail that **** our hands, we will say hello to each other and keep a cloud-piercing arrow to meet us with thousands of troops, haha!"

Master Huolong touched his palm and said with a smile: "It's easy to talk." In the vast void outside the sky, there are countless big suns floating in the sky, and each big sun is like a ferry, leading to the palace that was praised as the imperial palace by later Taoists. One Danxiao Jiangque Huoyang Palace. Lu Yan, a real person from Chunyang, was the most famous person in history.

He had taught fire techniques many times in this ancient ruins. Most of the people here who listened to the teachings humbly were noble ancient dragons.

Master Huolong asked suddenly, "It seems that fellow Taoist Bai Jing is very interested in Pei Qian?"

Xie Gou smiled awkwardly, "Creating gangs in the mountains is just like children playing house, just for fun."

Under the instigation of the white-haired boy, they all recognized Guo Zhujiu as the leader of the alliance, and established their own mountain with Pei Qian and his gang.

Master Huolong smiled, "Oh?"

Xie Gougan smiled and said: ""

Master Huolong changed the subject, "I wonder who was the first to use sweetness to describe a sweet dream, it's amazing."

Xie Gou understood, she had been sleeping for thousands of years, and Huolong Zhenren had always moved the world with his sleep.

In this complicated world, meeting a few people with simple ideas is like meeting a good drinker and fine wine.

Xie Gou grinned and said: "Old Master, if we met on the road ten thousand years ago, we would definitely become good friends."

Master Huolong twisted his beard and said, "Same feeling."

Xie Gou said: "What is the old man going to do next?"

Master Huolong smiled and said: "Return to the wilderness, find a few people who can really fight, and learn the Taoism from each other."

Because Chen Ping'an and Xie Gou did not deliberately hide their tracks when they boarded the ship, the ears and eyes installed by Yunyan State on Yulindu did not dare to take it lightly and immediately informed the court.

No matter how small the territory of Yunyan Country is, there are still a handful of local Qi practitioners. In the corridor on the top floor of a private house on the shore of the ferry, there is a group of boys and girls looking at the Tongyin ferry in the distance. They have nothing to do on weekdays. They just stare at the movements of the entire Yulindu. They are not afraid of having nothing to do, but they are afraid that the foreign immortal master will have a dispute with the local family. I heard that the Minister of Rites is on tenterhooks every day. Going to the temple to burn

fragrant. Fortunately, so far, there has not been any uncontrollable mess in the Gyeonggi area. The emperor and a large group of royal relatives are increasingly looking forward to having someone come here as a guest and meet him. But it's fun to say that first, His Majesty the Emperor of Yunyan Kingdom, when a golden elixir comes to the capital, he will personally host a banquet to entertain him, and then Yuanying will do it. The golden elixir is not enough, and then it becomes the upper five. Jade Pu, who was in the same realm, is now more

Even when he heard that there was an immortal coming, His Majesty the Emperor seemed not to be interested. After all, he had even met the Ascension Realm named Qingmi.

There was a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes sitting cross-legged, sword across his knees, frowning and asking: "Is it him?"

Next to her was a slender girl with cold eyebrows. She looked up at the ferry and reassured, "It's hard to say." They had received a confidential message from the Ministry of Justice of the Imperial Court before. The head of the Qingping Sword Sect came to Tongyezhou in person, and Mi Dajianxian soon arrived. He made a great contribution and found those few remnants of the wild monster clan who killed innocent people indiscriminately, and the turmoil of Dadu was

The excavation can finally proceed smoothly. Without this key clue, none of them would have connected the man in blue shirt next to the girl in the mink hat with the legendary young hidden official.

The young man is the only local sword cultivator in Yunyan Country, and it is inevitable that he is a little complacent in his spiritual state of mind. Now that his horizons have opened up, he feels that the pressure has increased sharply, and he has become taciturn on weekdays.

The streets of the capital were full of strange people and strangers who once thought that the earthly immortal they pursued their whole life was nothing. This made the young swordsman seem to be practicing silent meditation recently.

If Tongyezhou was still the same Tongyezhou a few decades ago, with his Taoist qualifications and sword cultivator status, if nothing else happened, he should have gone to a certain sect to further his studies.

The young man was in a gloomy mood and said in a low voice: "Those who are accomplished monks, passing by our Yunyan Country, will it be like passing by an ant nest for people like them?"

In the past, Tongyezhou had little information, and the Qi Refiners often had their eyes high above their heads and were not interested in the outside world at all. Now that things have changed, they can no longer help but to keep their doors closed and feel arrogant. The girl was stunned when she heard this, and turned her gaze away from the Yulin Ferry, and said softly: "Zhong Cui, whether it is those sects from other places, or the land gods who travel here under aliases, in the face of these unattainable behemoths, we

Just give it a wide berth.

The young man named Zhong Cui murmured: "It's easy to ask the gods but hard to send them away."

Because he didn't quite believe that the Qingping Sword Sect was a mountain sect that opened a charity hall. Are there really such people in the world who care so much about the quality of the world outside themselves?

I am afraid that one day, the Qingping Sword Sect will gain a firm foothold in Tongye Continent, and all the countries along the coast of Dadu will become puppets of that fairy palace.

A martial artist climbed over the wall to the top floor and bought a jar of barley wine from a time-honored shop. He climbed over the railing. The middle-aged martial artist's face was somewhat similar to that of the young man in the corridor.

The girl covered her mouth and smiled sweetly, "Uncle Zhong, you drove away another illegal cruise ship. I saw it. He was very heroic."

The man laughed and said, "Girl Cai, not only that, I also met two strangers on Tongyin's boat and made an appointment to drink."

A tall young man who was taking a nap against the wall quickly asked: "It's not the man in the green shirt, is it? Did he tell you his identity? Is his surname Chen?"

The man boasted and didn't make any drafts. He said seriously: "We just want to have a drink together. We don't need to know our names."

Over on the roof, a young man in white was lying with his legs crossed. Feng Xuetao was speechless. He came here to drink the northwest wind and listen to a few children complaining. What was the meaning of it.

The young man said regretfully: "It's a pity. If it were really that person and we got involved again, Uncle Zhong, you would be rich."

The man said with a smile: "Young people should not always think that they will be successful if they meet a noble person."

After slapping the young man on the forehead, the man joked, "You brat, do you know that in the eyes of those rich and powerful 'nobles', you guys have prices stuck on your foreheads?"

On the other side of the roof, Feng Xuetao smiled and said, "That's a bit too much to say."

Cui Dongshan, who rested his head on the back of his hand, swayed his legs and said, "He is a well-informed and reasonable person."

Feng Xuetao asked: "Who does Cui Zongzhu have in mind to win over?"

The Qingping Sword Sect is different from the Luopo Mountain. The latter announced that it would be closed for twenty years and clearly did not want to increase its momentum. On the other hand, Cui Dongshan of the Xia Sect has been recruiting troops.

Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "Brother Feng, don't always think of me as snobbish. I just enjoy the moon with like-minded friends." Cui Dongshan explained: "I am just a transitional sect master. I only need to be responsible for laying a good foundation and building a good relationship." It's a good framework, but some gaps are deliberately left, so you don't have to worry about making up the numbers. Qingping Sword Sect will definitely hand it over to Junior Brother Cao in the future.

At hand, when Cao Qinglang takes over, he will have something to do, at least he won't have to tie his hands and follow suit. "

Feng Xuetao nodded, "If Qingping Sword Sect is too Cui's style, Cao Qinglang will be in trouble."

Cui Dongshan hummed, "That's a bit harsh to say."

Feng Xuetao was helpless.

On the other side of the corridor, although they felt that what the man said was reasonable, they were always unconvinced.

Yesterday, today, and tomorrow, the moon waxes and wanes, and the young people are young.

There is no night ban in the capital. Young people with money and energy in their pockets, as well as spiritual practitioners who are full of energy, are often night owls.

Many shops temporarily hire assistants to take care of the shop for the sake of business, which means they can earn two dollars a day, so why not do it.

A pair of Taoist monks who became a couple halfway through also came to the capital of Yunyan Kingdom. The man had a face as white as a sheet of paper and a fierce appearance. He was accompanied by a fair-skinned woman with an exquisite figure. They were just hanging out and gaining insights. It's hard to say whether you can travel all over the world if you have reason, but you can indeed travel all over the world if you have money. They had received a large amount of windfall, and their original intention of living under someone else's roof had faded away, so they did not go to the mountain god's mansion to seek a living. They were Fan Tong and Xie Sanniang. Along the way, they also heard about several major events far away. For example, a certain great swordsman surnamed Mi from the Sword Qi Great Wall took action and uncovered those who were making trouble and smashing talismans. Monster beasts. Another example is Yugui

Zong Duo has a heaven-reaching figure to worship, named Qingmi, an old **** in the Ascension Realm!

Naturally, Fan Tong and Xie Sanniang didn't know that the culprits who almost stopped the Dadu excavation work were the group of young men and women they met in the dilapidated temple.

As for the swordsman named Mi and who he was, Fan Tong asked. It was probably because others saw that he did not seem to be a kind person, so they ignored him at all.

Fan Tong really wanted to find an Xianjia inn or shop on Yulindu, and ask the immortal master if he recognized a person named "Chen Ping'an", or buy a few Shandi newspapers to see if there was any chance. Really found that name.

In the end, the woman gave up the idea by saying, "You have money?" Fan Tong actually did have private money, but he didn't need to reveal it out of curiosity.

They stayed in an ordinary inn in the capital.

When I was walking on the shore of the ferry earlier, I saw a moored ferry. It was the largest ferry. There were always some young and beautiful fairies pointing at it. The crowd of Yingying, Yanyan, and all the fairies with genealogies were gathered together. Fan Tong, a hot-blooded old man, of course failed to keep his eyes open, so he was pinched and pinched again and again by the angry woman. , the pain makes the man sweat, the pain returns

It hurts and taking care of it are two different things.

Fan Tong believed that Master Chen would be in a similar situation if he traveled with them.

I just don't know if Master Chen Xian, who claims to be the Sword Immortal, would be frightened if he met Mi Da Sword Immortal, who is being talked about a lot now, and had the chance to have a few words face to face.

Tonight, the couple went out of the city again and came to Yulindu to eat out in a restaurant. This kind of expense was numerous, and they had saved a few snow coins before.

In the past, women liked to visit all kinds of rouge and gouache shops, but here it became even more exaggerated. Fan Tong was surprised. She picked and picked but didn't buy. How could she be happy?

Xie Sanniang chose a fly restaurant and planned to eat hot pot.

As soon as Fan Tong sat down, the boss began to worry about whether the couple would be freeloaders, but then he thought again, the government is so tough now, isn't it?

The people at the next table were people who came down from the mountain. Although they didn't use their innermost words, the content of their conversation was all about the fairy family.

However, Fan Tong knew very well that the reason for this was because they were accompanied by several ordinary women with heavy makeup and jewels.

When those women saw Fan Tong, who looked like a wanted criminal, they felt a little disdainful. Looking at Xie Sanniang next to the fierce man, their eyes had a meaning that only women could understand.

Xie Sanniang looked proud, I am now a decent and decent woman, what about you, you can make money by going to bed, right?

Fan Tong didn't know that there was an undercurrent surging here, and there was more interest in the slightly suspicious chat content of those genealogy monks. They were explaining some of the inside stories of the Immortal Family to the women, saying that the attire of the Qi Refiners in the mountains can be divided into three, six or nine grades. The first type is those who can tame immortal birds and beasts as mounts, either because they have good luck, or It means that he has a strong enough background and is rewarded by his master and elders. The second type is an expensive talisman boat. This kind of fairy treasure cannot be afforded casually. The third type is even more exaggerated. You can have a

Liaotian is always eating the private ferry with fairy money...

Xie Sanniang tapped the man next to her with her elbow and raised her eyebrows. Fan Tong laughed and said that these three kinds of immortal styles were beyond her reach and she had to find a good sleeping position in her dreams.

All the women looked directly at a young man who drank slowly. He was the only one at the table without a female companion.

The eloquent man changed the subject and said that Mr. Hong has a talisman treasure boat from the Patriarch Hall to congratulate him on entering the cave realm.

The young man surnamed Hong smiled lightly, took a sip of his drink, and said that his meager Taoist skills were nothing at all. Compared with a true Taoist genius, he was far behind.

The more self-effacing he is, the hotter the eyes of the women at the same table become.

The man who was willing to serve as a helper for the man named Hong continued: "The most outrageous thing is, of course, that I have a private ferry."

While eating hot pot, Xie Sanniang secretly rolled her eyes from time to time. Fan Tong just felt that this barley tasted soft and not strong enough.

At this moment, out of the corner of her eye, the woman spotted a familiar figure on the other side of the door. She quickly stood up and saw that the man next to her was still devouring his food, so she kicked her.

Fan Tong raised his head blankly, and the man suddenly smiled brightly. He was reunited with Master Chen Xian here.

Chen Pingan sat on the bench opposite them with a smile, "Shamelessly let's eat and drink together. You treat me, I'll pay the bill."

Fan Tong wiped his mouth. After all, he was a fastidious person who had never read a book. "This is so embarrassing."

Xie Sanniang smiled charmingly and said, "Why are we so polite to Master Chen Xian?"

Fan Tong plucked up the courage and asked, "Master Chen Xian, I would like to ask, which profession do you belong to?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Xing Xing will be the number one scholar."

Fan Tong is shy. The woman couldn't help laughing.

She actually wanted to pick up food for Chen Ping'an and help scald the food in the hot pot, but she hesitated and decided not to do it. Unpleasant.

A pair of bowls and chopsticks were placed on the table, and Chen Ping'an didn't say much. He just buried his head in eating. The old rule is that hot pot is all about wine. I have everything in the world.

Just when they heard the name "Master Chen", the table next to him glanced at the man in green shirt, but they just passed him by at a glance.

Fan Tong lowered his voice and asked, "What is Master Chen doing here?"

Chen Pingan picked up the wine bowl, clinked it with the couple, and drank it all in one gulp. Chen Pingan first took out a few pieces of tripe from the pot with a spoon, and put them on the couple's plates respectively.

Then he explained with a smile: "I happen to have an acquaintance here, busy with some small things."

Fan Tong said oh, but didn't take it seriously.

The woman stared blankly at the tripe on the plate. When she came to her senses, she turned around and told the boss to buy another pound of barley wine.

In the alley outside, His Majesty the Emperor of Yunyan Kingdom, who had hurried out of the palace for a private visit incognito, stood at the corner of the wall patiently, holding his breath and concentrating.

On the other side of the Tongyin ferry, Xie Gou had her hands on her hips, feeling proud. She was even more looking forward to Xiao Mo's return home.

When the owner of the mountain said that he was going to meet two friends, Xie Gou asked him to wait for a moment and said that he had something to ask for and that he would be involved in learning.

When it comes to studying, Chen Pingan has always believed that a good memory is worse than a bad pen since he was a boy. Along the way, he has been describing various landscapes, urban customs and architectural construction methods in manuscripts.

Perhaps because of being infected by Master Chen, or maybe just looking for some fun, the girl in the mink hat would follow suit. During a break along the way, she would take out a booklet, turn her back to Chen Pingan, and often write and draw.

Chen Pingan never asked about this matter, but occasionally saw Xie Gou scratching his ears and cheeks there, which he found interesting. If it were a spiritual practice, Xie Gou would definitely not be so entangled.

At that time, Xie Gou rubbed his mink hat, showing a rare shy look, and asked tentatively: "Mountain Master, I heard that you have the habit of writing landscape travel notes?"

Chen Ping'an suddenly became wary. He couldn't hide something on the hilltop of his home, so he led an army instead, "Speak directly if you have something to say, don't beat around the bush, don't imitate Cui Dongshan."

Xie Gou said in a low voice: "Ha, isn't it because I have seen the wise and thought of them all? I have traveled through great rivers and mountains, and I just want to record them so that I can talk to Xiao Mo."

"Hey, isn't there a saying in the book that it's called being on the scene, describing the state of things, describing the scene, and making it lifelike, so I thought I'd ask the mountain master to help polish it up."

Like the old blind man, who had studied so much but couldn't refine a single natal character. No wonder they show extra favor to our mountain master.

Chen Ping'an was a little confused and said oh. He became interested as soon as he heard this, "Can you bring me the manuscript to take a look at?"

Xie Gou took out a booklet from his sleeve, held it up with both hands, and raised it above his head, "Show your ugliness, show your ugliness."

Chen Ping'an took the booklet and opened it. The characters were quite large and could not be written on a single page. It was good that he could avoid pretending to read carefully.

On such and such a day, I left a certain city. I didn't know how many miles I walked, but I saw a high mountain. It was really high. When I reached the top of the mountain, when I looked at the town, I felt it was so small.

Such a large sea of ​​clouds, snow-white, like cotton... Beside a certain temple, there is a tree I don't know what it is called. It looks like it is really not young, and it is about to become a spirit.

One day I passed by a dilapidated inn and found several limericks written on the wall. They are transcribed as follows...

Xie Gou asked softly: "Mountain Master, how do you feel after seeing it?"

Chen Ping'an looked calm, but his thoughts were changing rapidly, and he finally managed to say, "The writing is relatively simple."

I wanted to add a "crude and cute" statement, but I really couldn't say it. It was too unconscionable. I couldn't just tell lies just to avoid pouring cold water on Xie Gou and discourage her from writing and speaking.

Xie Gou nodded to himself and said: "Sure enough, the writer is like a person. Even if he crushes the pen barrel, he still can't fiddle with those fancy contents."

Chen Ping'an ignored these words and asked: "Why is the article so full of such-and-such a day and such-and-such a place?"

Xie Gou widened his eyes and said, "Do you need to write down the date and location one by one? I don't want to make money from this engraving, so I just want to write it concisely and only the key points."

Chen Pingan tried his best to keep smiling, "The important points are all important."

Xie Gou asked tentatively: "There is still room for improvement, right?"

Chen Ping'an had no choice but to sit on the floor, take out a pen and paper from his bag, and help polish the text on the spot, "I'll make some slight modifications. Do you have any objections?"

Xie Gou smiled and said, "Just write whatever you want. The only purpose is for the mountain master to write about me and this trip as well as possible."

She squatted aside and saw that the mountain master only thought about it for a moment, and then started writing quickly, starting with the phrase "I have traveled a lot." When the girl in the mink hat saw this, she nodded gently, which won my heart.

The main reason is that the content is also very simple. It seems that the talents of the mountain master and I are equally matched, so there is no need to pay for editing. On the second day of the Lunar New Year, I went down the mountain with my friends, holding a bamboo hat and a bamboo hat, stepping on straw sandals, asking questions with a strong heart, misty clouds and water, and walking freely. Twenty miles past the boundary of Qingping Prefecture, the boundary monuments beside the road collapsed, and the mountains and rivers of the continent collapsed. In the past twenty years, floods, droughts, locust plagues, and wars in various countries have occurred one after another. The lives of the people at the foot of the mountain are like grass and grass, and it is difficult to say that there is peace in the mountains. More than twenty years have passed by in an instant like rocks, fire, and lightning. How dare we not cherish Taoism and accumulate Taoism power? The people's livelihood in Fuzhong City is in decline, the streets are deserted, and the people walking on the streets are many and varied. Ten miles out of the city, they stop at a small post. For thirty miles, I walked along the shore of the lake, surrounded by willows. I walked in the green shade, crossed the border ridge, and climbed the mountain along the Shinto Road. The Taoist temple in the mountain was in ruins. I went inside and used the stove to light a fire. After dinner, I climbed to the top and looked out. I saw the vast lake and the vast ocean. Qingping Mansion was there. In the eyes, the wind suddenly surged and disappeared. Looking back on those days, traveling was very difficult and we often couldn't see the fireworks of the world. It was a common thing to see wolves, tigers and leopards, strange birds and beasts, and terrifying mountain spirits and water monsters. On the early morning of the third day of the lunar month, I hiked down the mountain for more than a hundred miles. I stopped at Yangjia Pu for a short rest and bought dry food. I spent eight cents of my money. After crossing the Yuxian Bridge, it rained heavily and the road was muddy. After walking for fifteen miles, I arrived at Dumb Beach. When the rain stopped and the sky cleared, I was traveling by boat at night. The passengers in the boat liked to talk about ghosts and strange things, but they didn't know that the boatman holding the mugwort was the person transformed by He Bo. After getting off the boat and traveling by land for eighty miles, we reached the Huanghualong Mountain. There were laurel trees along the road. Unfortunately, we were not here in autumn. We met several guests returning from paying incense to the mountain. There was no main peak on the mountain here, and each one was respected. I went to the top of the mountain to meditate for a night. I saw the red sun rising into the sky and the river like a belt, which made me feel broad-minded. On the fifth day of the lunar month, I went to Liuhe Town and was extorted 20 taels of silver by a local man pretending to be a soldier. Seventy miles away, I saw a mountain. The mountain was majestic and undisturbed. I walked with my friends along the stream in the mountain, and there were countless fish swimming in the water. There is a careful **** halfway up the mountain. From then on, the only way to climb is the bird path. It is extremely steep and steep. The steps are carved into the wall and wind up. There is almost no place to stand, so you can only walk facing the wall. On the way, I saw an ancient pine tree with an old trunk like an umbrella, and a group of monkeys jumping among the branches and leaves. Above the top is a flat land with a lake in the middle and several huts beside the reed swamps. They are all people practicing Taoism. Although their expressions are dull and their bodies are withered, their eyes are bright and shining. He asked him about it and talked about the immortals, Buddhas, real people, miracles and miracles in the mountain in great detail, and decided to compile a mountain chronicle. With the help of the moonlight, looking at the scenery from the cliff, I realized that the whole body of the Dharma King was revealed in the mountains, rivers and land. On the seventh day of the lunar month, Tianji traveled quickly and entered the mountains again. In ancient times, there was the study place of the founding emperor, and it has always been a hidden place for high spiritual beings. On the mountainside, the climate is like winter, and many beautiful and historic sites are buried in the snow, which is a pity that they cannot be seen. On the ninth day of the lunar month, I passed the battlefield site and saw a Taoist man with a high crown on a hillside, sitting on a futon with his eyes closed. There were two white streaks on his nose, connected with the clouds and mist. The wind was turbulent and still condensed. Not daring to disturb him, he stopped twenty steps away. The Taoist opened his eyes and spoke actively, speaking loudly again and again. The Taoist has a kind heart, and when he was leaving, he repeatedly warned us, Taoists, that when we see desires, we must stay away, like weeds, and we must avoid fire when it comes. Immortals are no different from ordinary people. If you know your mistakes, you can correct them. If you are sick and sweat, you can gradually recover. You must be devoted to the Tao, practice hard, and never be distracted by fame and fortune. Remember remember. On the twelfth day, the sun was scorching like a scorching summer. I went to the mountains to escape the heat. The mountains were densely green with bamboos and cypresses, which shaded the sky. On the way, I heard the sound of evening drums in the distance, and I knew there was a temple in it. An ancient temple was built by decree of the previous dynasty, but the incense has faded. There are two monks in the temple, both of whom look like Arhats and have high moral standards. The products in the mountains are barren and life is cold and hard, so food depends on raising money from the mountains. The two monks were good at talking about the purity of Zen, and they said that among the final Dharma, there is only one Pure Land, which is extremely stable and extremely fast. On the 15th, on the official road, I met more than a hundred refugees migrating to other places. They traveled together for more than a hundred miles and parted ways when they met a porridge shop. Twenty miles away, the sky was dark and the day was like night. I was having lunch at a liquor store on the border of two counties. I met a knight with a sword in the shop. He was tall and powerful. He invited his tablemates to drink. He reminded me that there are so many thieves on the road nowadays. If it doesn't stop, you need to take a detour. The knight-errant claims that he is at home all over the world, and he travels far away with a thin and lame old horse, and his figure is lost. After sighing, when I was paying the bill, I found out that the ranger pretended to be a friend and took the opportunity to get away on credit. I and my friend just looked at each other and smiled, not taking it seriously. On the 16th, when it was dark, we crossed the border and arrived at other counties and cities. The markets were prosperous, densely populated, and rich in products. It was completely different from what we had seen before. I stayed at the Epiphyllum Epiphyllum Temple in the city. The master of the temple was hospitable to the guests. He personally led the homage to the various temples and spoke sincerely. He said that delusion is like retting in the sea, and desire is like a fire starting a prairie fire. Taoists like us must not ignore this principle and say a few words. Words are the easiest to say and the hardest to do. Staying in the city for one day, and on the eighteenth day, I continued to travel far and wide, stopping and walking through mountains and rivers. At the foot of an unknown mountain, I met three young people who swore that they would never return to their hometown until they became immortals. Later I saw a tadpole stele, with numerous stone carvings and blurry inscriptions, so I stopped to copy it. Monk Yunshui wrote an inscription here, feeling ashamed that he would never see him again in this life.

There are rocks standing abruptly like an old monk on the top of the mountain. There was a hut in ancient times, but now there is no grass. Only the historic well remains, and there are still green leek bushes beside it. A single peak stands out from the vast sea of ​​clouds, the mainstay, as if the mountains are moving but the clouds are motionless...

After Pei Qian finished walking, he walked out of the house. Under the clear moonlight, he saw the Xie dog still standing at the bow of the boat, minding his own business and enjoying himself secretly.

Xie Gou looked back at the young woman and made a face at the latter. Pei Qian didn't take it seriously, just get used to it.

Xie Gou crept up to her, raised his hand to drink, and asked with a smile: "Pei Qian, let's talk while drinking? There are some things that it's time for you to know."

Pei Qian seemed to be deliberately evading the important points, with a puzzled look on his face, "Didn't we drink just now?"

Mountain Master Xie Gouxue sighed, "It's the second stall!"

Pei Qian shook his head, "No need." If Xie Gou wanted to say anything else, Pei Qian had already turned around and walked towards his house. Xie Gou hesitated to speak, but in the end he did not say anything to persuade him to stay. She jumped onto the railing, swung her feet, and started talking to herself, mumbling as if she was drunk.

If you get it at the right time, there will be wild dragons and snakes; if you get it at the right time, you will have great success in the world.

Xie Gou turned to look at the back and asked: "I have a question, you don't need to answer it. How have you been these past few years?" Pei Qian turned his head, and it seemed that he already had the answer in his bright eyes. Needless to say, life was the best before I met Master. After I met Master, it was the best.

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