The night passed without incident.

Little Mo kept watch, making mischief a difficult prospect. Much like their journey to Qingyuan County, where Chen Ping An and Little Mo played caravan guards for a few days, the martial arts disciples they escorted fretted over the possibility of bandits, fearing the breaking of their vows against strong drink. In truth, besides a soaring-realm swordsman and a peak martial artist, Yuan Lingdian of the Zhi Xuan Peak, whose combat prowess was whispered to rival immortals, lurked in the shadows. To strike against such a caravan, not just in a small kingdom like Qingyuan, but anywhere in the heavens, would not be robbery, but, as the Summer Palace would say, a “gift of affection, a head delivered from a thousand leagues away.”

Chen Ping An closed his eyes, focusing his mind into a mustard seed, tending to the fractured landscape within his body’s microcosm.

Pei Qian stood at the cliff’s edge, planting her feet in the Hushan Stance, half-asleep, half-awake, nurturing her martial intent.

As dawn’s first light painted the horizon, Chen Ping An proposed they ascend to the heavens to gaze upon the ocean and witness the sunrise. Though diminished in strength, he remained a true peak martial artist.

Cao Qinglang, however, was only a Longmen realm cultivator, his control of the wind insufficient for a true “ascent.” Little Mo, with a gentle grip on his shoulder, carried him along to the celestial veil above Tongye Continent.

The sun rose from the sea, swiftly ascending the firmament, its light blazing, chasing away the stars and the waning moon. From east to west, the continent was bathed in fire, a thousand mountains aflame.

After reveling in the vista, they returned to the summit. Chen Ping An, his gaze sweeping the land, noticed an anomaly. A pure aura emanated a sign of good fortune from a point roughly two thousand miles away. There, a mountain peak was crowned with swirling, colorful clouds. A treasure of heaven and earth was brewing. This was either an immortal material born in accordance with the celestial clock, or a spiritual treasure nurtured by the very rivers and mountains themselves. At the very least, it was a treasure of magical artifact quality, or else it could not manifest such a celestial omen.

Yet, such auspicious signs were fleeting. To expose such heavenly secrets was both a catalyst for creation and a harbinger of doom for the treasures being formed.

The distance was too great. With his current state, Chen Ping An could not wield the “Palm Viewing Rivers and Mountains” divine ability. He turned to Little Mo.

Little Mo scanned the mountain peak, saying, “There is a withered, lightning-struck ancient tree. A spiritual mushroom grows slanted from it. A foot-long, nascent dragon coils around the dead wood, helping to gather spiritual energy to prevent its escape. Its power is still shallow, however, unable to conceal the heavenly secret. In a few years, it will likely achieve transformation. For now, it seems to be protecting the mushroom, which is on the verge of awakening. Nearby, a centipede demon, already in human form, dressed in black, with the face of a youth, likely covets the spiritual objects. It leads a band of mountain monsters and wraiths, feebly attempting to form an array, though it hesitates to approach the little dragon, waiting for an opportune moment.”

“Not far off, seven or eight hundred miles distant, there’s a lewd shrine not officially recognized by the court. Its miasma is quite thick. Likely, the centipede has declared itself a mountain god, claiming the land as its own.”

“At the foot of the mountain, a detachment of armored soldiers is encamped, including three middle-fifth realm cultivators.”

“On the mountain path leading to the shrine, a purple-robed Taoist seems to be a Golden Core cultivator.”

“Farther out, the carriage we encountered earlier has clearly noticed this anomaly. The Prefecture Lord Lady, she who uses a book to lift the curtain, is heading toward the lewd mountain shrine.”

Chen Ping An surveyed his surroundings. “In the Tongye Continent of old, such a spectacle would have drawn at least a dozen earth immortals.”

Times had changed. A Golden Core earth immortal, once scarcely worthy of notice, was now considered a mountain hero of some renown in Tongye Continent.

The new Mountain Lord of Dafu Academy, whose true name was Cheng Longzhou, was formerly the deputy head of the Dali Pi Yunshan Linlu Academy. His source of power was an ancient, ten-thousand-year-old flood dragon within the Yellow Court Kingdom.

After taking office, he decreed that all mountain spirits and monsters north of Dafu Academy, born and bred in the land, must actively report to the neighboring courts or to the Academy within ten years, writing down their aliases, the places they cultivate, and the boundaries of their territory. They are also forbidden from travelling far. This seemed harsh, but it was, in fact, a talisman of protection, valid for ten years.

During this time, neither the documented immortal masters of the mountains, nor the wandering cultivators who visited this place, could indiscriminately harass or capture these demon cultivators. Those妖妖族修士 listed by the various ministries of rites and the Dafu Academy would no longer be victims of修士濫殺 indiscriminate slaughter or “accidental” slayings in exchange for merit. All disputes, large or small, would be jointly reviewed by the Academy’s gentlemen and sages and the various ministries of law, with a full investigation to the end.

This was likely an intentional arrangement by the Confucian Temple, enabling Cheng Longzhou to be appointed Mountain Lord of one of the seventy-two Confucian Academies, and one that was located in the middle of Tongye Continent, presiding over Dafu Academy.

Little Mo tentatively asked, “My lord, speaking of treasures in the mountain, without mentioning that little dragon, who uses a clumsy method to absorb the true essence of lightning, would you say that the spiritual mushroom, with the lightning-struck wood as its place of attainment, counts as what the Hao Ran Mountains call ‘a gift from heaven’?”

Chen Ping An replied, “It is already considered half an owned item.”

He smiled. “However, according to the general mountain rules, one can still intervene. Before a treasure leaves its place of birth, outsiders can hinder its passage without violating mountain etiquette. It is considered a ‘finder’s fee’, and whoever is most skilled gets it. This is ‘contending’. But if the treasure has already been taken from its place of origin, interfering becomes ‘grabbing,’ a serious offense.”

Cao Qinglang said, “There are still many registered cultivators traveling abroad who acquire similar opportunities, bearing precious treasures, and returning to their sects with great caution. Yet, when they are close to their mountain gates, they still meet sudden death, losing both life and treasure. There are either no clues or no evidence, or those with clues are often staged acts of blame shifting by the mountains themselves. In the end, the mountain wild cultivators, who are the most suspected, become increasingly disliked, with mutual hatred, even though both sides are mountain cultivators, they are like fire and water, what talk of camaraderie?”

Chen Ping An said, “We can go there and watch from afar. The strong dragon cannot suppress the local serpent. As for what to do later, we’ll see.”

As they traveled far across the land, Pei Qian explained, “Master, this area belongs to the border of the Great Liang Kingdom. There’s an elderly emperor who, during his escape in his early years, lost everyone along the way, until he was left with only two or three guards. He fell ill, and after his restoration, he could not recover for many years. The crown prince was allowed to oversee the country. Then, he found a Taoist from somewhere, who claimed to be able to take immortal pills and refine golden elixirs, with the ruddy complexion of youth, and was proficient in longevity techniques. It is said that he is extremely long-lived, having gone through several dynasties. He can remember the events of five or six hundred years ago as if they happened yesterday. The Taoist also brought a beautiful female disciple, claiming to have a karmic connection with the current emperor. To repay the kindness of her previous life, and to fulfill her long-cherished wish, she invited her master down the mountain to assist the Great Liang Kingdom in overcoming its difficulties, so that she could achieve merit and return to the immortal ranks.”

“The Taoist, whose origins are unknown, was soon revered by the Emperor of Liang as the National Protector True Man. By imperial decree, the various departments of the court and local governments collected immortal herbs from the five sacred mountains and famous mountains to refine immortal elixirs for longevity. Officials could be promoted, and common people could become rich. The last time I passed by here, the whole country was full of mountain people, and some local officials bought them at high prices from other countries, or swept goods from a fairy crossing. If there was no way, they would fake thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum and ten-thousand-year-old ginseng. I heard some rumors in the pugilistic world that the Crown Prince of Liang, who supervised the country, was very at odds with the National Protector True Man, who wielded great power.”

“When I passed through the Liang Kingdom, I was worried that the master and apprentice who occupied the high positions in the temple were a pair of barbaric demon cultivators who could not escape Tongye Continent. So I went to the Taoist temples in the capital and the imperial palace one after another. I met the woman, who was beautiful and could be called a red-faced disaster, but she didn’t seem like a bad person. She was just feeling sorry for herself all day long. As for the National Protector True Man who suddenly became prominent, I saw that his realm was not high, about the level of a Golden Core guest on the mountain. He should be the purple-robed Taoist that Mr. Little Mo mentioned just now.”

“Although the national hunt for herbs was costly and harmful to the people, the Taoist also did some practical things, collecting corpses from various places in the country, founding charity houses, and then allowing large and small Taoist temples to open their doors to stop the spirits and provide support for people to return to their hometowns with coffins. I glanced at the National Protector True Man’s heart, and I still couldn’t figure out whether he was good or bad, so in the end I didn’t care about anything and continued to travel south, intending to stop and see more for a few days on the way back north, but later I met Master in Yunku Blessed Land.”

Chen Ping An nodded approvingly, “You are both careful and attentive, very good.”

His first disciple had the cunning of an old veteran.

Pei Qian grinned.

Cao Qinglang suddenly said, “Sir, in fact, Senior Sister also took time to write a book of landscape travels. She recorded her travels along the way in Tongye Continent in great detail, but for some reason, the experience in the Liang Kingdom was not written at all.”

Pei Qian glared at him.

Wasn’t she worried that this matter was not done properly, and if Master found out, she would be beaten?

Chen Ping An hit the nail on the head, “Did she collect money from you?”

Cao Qinglang smiled and didn’t speak.

Pei Qian was furious, but she didn’t show anything on her face. She just glanced at the other party.

Okay, when you, Cao Mutou, reach the Golden Core level, don’t blame me for being too light on the same sect when discussing or asking about fists.

Seeing Pei Qian’s long-lost golden signature action, Cao Qinglang was indeed a little scared. But after all, he was not Bai Shou of the Taiwei Sword Sect, so Cao Qinglang was not sweating on his forehead.

Chen Ping An patted the shoulder of the triumphant student and reprimanded him with a stern face, “It is not allowed to make direct accusations.”

Cao Qinglang nodded, “I remember.”

What the master meant was not directly.

Little Mo smiled knowingly.

Pei Qian asked, “Master, should we go and meet the purple-robed Taoist?”

Whether the National Protector True Man, who occupies an important position in the Liang Kingdom, is pretending to be a ghost, Master will know at a glance anyway, at most three words and two words, and he will definitely know the number.

Chen Ping An shook his head and smiled, “Don’t worry. Let’s see how this National Protector True Man deals with the Prefecture Lord Lady first. Don’t worry, Master will definitely protect the place where the little dragon and Ganoderma lucidum depend on each other for life, and strive not to let outsiders disturb the subsequent enlightenment and transformation of both sides.”

The world is also strange. Human cultivation, people are no longer human. The essence of monsters is closer to people.

Pei Qian nodded.

Following Master’s adventures in the pugilistic world is reassuring.

The mountains and rivers all look a bit more kind and lovely.

During the years when Master was not in his hometown, the world.

Pei Qian has already walked through Baoping Continent, Beiju Luzhou, Aiai Continent, Middle Earth Divine Continent, Jinjia Continent, South Suo Continent, and Tongye Continent.

Among the nine continents of Hao Ran, only Fuyun Continent and Liuxia Continent have not been involved.

According to Old Chef, even the little senior brother in their Fallen Mountain, who has only been to the five continents, has not traveled as much as her.

Most of them are on her own.

Unconsciously, she has changed from a little black charcoal in those years to a graceful girl, and then to the current young woman.

The mountains and rivers are the same people.

Traveling across mountains and rivers, in addition to the mountains and rivers, she has also seen many mountain and water gods, demons and ghosts, and all kinds of strange things.

A beautiful ghost in the water, half-suspended in the water, seems to be using the surface of the water as a mirror to comb her hair, with a head of blue silk, like aquatic plants swaying.

In a secluded old forest in the mountains, there are mountain goblins proficient in ancient seal characters, who have been practicing for thousands of years and are proficient in swordsmanship. It sweeps down from the top of the mountain to the waist of the mountain mansion, its shape and sword light are like a white training, hanging between the green cliffs.

Seeing that the other party’s face was not good, it was estimated that he was in a bad mood because someone broke into his home, Pei Qian was just passing by, so she apologized to the white-clothed old man transformed by the mountain goblin, intending to leave, but the other party refused to give up, blocking the way with his sword several times, anyway, no one was destined to know about this narrow encounter, Pei Qian rewarded the other party with a set of mad devil swordsmanship, but she did not expect that even if she suppressed the two realms, she still won the other party.

The two sides do not speak the same language, but after the other party’s defeat, they are not angry but happy, and their faces are full of amazement, which seems very sincere and their faces can.

It scratches its ears and cheeks, and gestures randomly with its hands and feet, but still can’t say it clearly. In the end, it presents the ancient sword in its hands with both hands, probably wanting the female sword fairy to teach this superior swordsmanship. As a reward, it can give the sword as a gift. It’s just that Pei Qian ignored it and walked away in the wind directly.

The set of mad devil swordsmanship was just a game she played when she was a child. It has the face to learn it, but Pei Qian doesn’t have the face to teach it.

In a temple, the five hundred arhats in the Arhat Hall were all destroyed in the war.

The temple happened to be raising money to find skilled craftsmen to recast the Arhat statues. The so-called plastic golden bodies are actually gilding. The benefactors who form a relationship can be recorded in the merit book, and a stele will be erected to record their names. Pei Qian took out all the gold and silver on her body, but used Master’s name.

She also offered a lotus lamp, and then selected a piece of red paper and pressed it under the lamp, with a lucky saying that Pei Qian fell in love with at a glance.

And that day happened to be the fifth day of the fifth month of that year.

Later, Pei Qian bit the bullet and recognized a mountain god lady as her sister, met a city god who was as good at drinking as Old Wei, and at the time of Yue Shangliu Shaotou, a land master and a river woman were actually in love with each other, and as a result, they found a fisherman sitting by the water, and they disliked Pei Qian for being in the way. There is a mountain god of a small country wearing purple clothes and jade, patrolling the mountains and rivers, with a magnificent and majestic chariot.

In short, strangely, Pei Qian traveled the world alone in this way, not feeling bored, but not feeling much fun.

After thinking about it, Pei Qian has only one simple feeling.

Nothing, just like that.

Traveling together to the mountain, Chen Ping An chose a secluded location that was neither too far nor too close, and then asked Little Mo to use his magical power to view the mountains and rivers, and at the same time spread out three landscape paintings.

A purple-robed Taoist with a jade-like face was walking slowly on the mountain road and came to

At the entrance of the mountain god temple, he was carrying a stone he picked up from the roadside. It was the size of a fist. He walked to the empty shrine, squatted at the door, and casually placed the stone on the threshold.

“This method of pressing the victory of the poor Taoist has to be said…”

The purple-robed Taoist looked at the ordinary stone standing like a mountain range above the spine, thought for a while, and finally came up with a more satisfactory wording, “It’s really amazing.”

Then the National Protector True Man wearing a golden crown sat bored on the steps outside the door, as if waiting with the stone for the return of the owner of the temple.

The surrounding neighboring countries of Great Liang no longer have any fairy mountains to speak of, and the Prefecture Lord Mountain God Lady who had the good fortune to escape the catastrophe in the troubled times will soon be promoted to a Mountain God of the country without any competition, which is really enviable.

“The ancient saying is that immortal medicine, if you take it, you will become an immortal. This saying is the most fascinating. The mountains are towering, the water is vast, and the wind is strong and cloudy. Let people wear out their iron shoes, and the smoke and haze are nowhere to be found. The clothes are wide and frequent, thousands of mountains, if the Taoist is obsessed and does not understand, thousands of mountains are high and deeper, and all kinds of demons are born. I only ask for a crowing of a rooster, to wake up the heavenly people from their dreams… There is still one sentence left to end, how can it be both rhyming and divine?”

The purple-robed Taoist patted his knee, and had an idea, “The sun sets and the clouds cover the moon, the stars are sparse and the night is deep, we golden core guests, one golden elixir comes to worship all directions, a little bit of spiritual light illuminates the mountains and rivers with thousands of flowers, if I am not a heavenly immortal, who is a heavenly immortal?!”

The purple-robed Taoist was complacent, nodding to himself, and clapping his hands with a smile, “Wonderful!”

He took out a small wine gourd from his sleeve, which was extremely small, estimated to hold only three or four ounces of wine. He took a sip and sighed, “It is said that you should not talk about medicine, cultivate the truth but not immortality, there are gods three feet above your head, the poor Taoist does not believe that the sun rises in the daytime.”

Finally, after a long silence, he raised the small wine gourd in his hand high and muttered, “I drank your wine on the mountain after getting off my horse that year, but now I only see the blue sky and don’t see you.”

With a pop, the back of the purple-robed Taoist’s head was slapped, his head tilted, and blood flowed from his seven orifices. Then with a thump, his whole body softened and fell to the ground.

Is that it?

On Chen Ping An’s side, there was a speeding “chariot” that seemed to have received an instruction from the Prefecture Lord Lady and temporarily changed its route, heading straight for Chen Ping An’s group.

Two maids lifted the curtains, and a woman with an unusually tall figure slowly walked out of the canopy bed. She was one foot and three feet tall. Although she was unusually tall, her skin was as white as snow, her figure was well-proportioned, and her expression was distant and true.

The Prefecture Lord Lady had willow eyebrows and almond eyes, a cold expression, and a natural majesty.

Little Mo thought of a saying in the book describing beautiful women, light makeup and thin clothes, the beauty of a celestial being.

She held the rolled-up seal in her hand and walked slowly, with an antique crystal wall hanging on her waist, with red woven knots. Only new things are made old, and old things are like new.

She named this canopy bed, which served as a ferry for traveling far, “The Place to Plant Flowers and Read Books.” In addition to many books, many clean vases were hung on the walls of the carriage, each with a flower inserted.

She stopped more than ten feet away from Chen Ping An’s group and asked, “Are you immortal masters here to search for treasure by following the traces?”

She did not use the word “seize treasure”.

The monks in the mountains have always used Tao to suppress respect and look down on kings and marquises in the mountains.

And as a Prefecture Lord Mountain God, she is considered half a person in the officialdom. What’s more, the chariot left her own country’s border and fell into the territory of the Great Liang Kingdom. She was equivalent to leaving her own mountain and water jurisdiction, and her cultivation realm would be greatly reduced.

Chen Ping An clasped his fists and said, “Greetings, Prefecture Lord Lady, we are just passing by.”

Not a great mountain god who can build a mansion in addition to building a shrine, and is not qualified to have that kind of ostentation when going out.

Nowadays, the Jinhuang Mountain God Mansion in the Daquan Dynasty and the Songzhen Lake Water Lord Mansion are like this, similar to the opening of a peak for a Golden Core Earth Immortal.

As for the elevation of the Mai River Water Mansion to Biyou Palace, the golden and jade genealogy on the mountain is even higher. As a water god lady, she no longer needs to pay attention to the mountain and water taboos that “mountain gods do not go into the water and water gods do not go to the mountains”. She can even swagger to a country’s five mountains and become a guest.

Hearing the other party say that they were just passing by, the Mountain God Lady certainly didn’t believe it. Who wouldn’t be tempted by this fairy opportunity that happens once in a hundred years?

She actually didn’t know how to deal with this group of unfamiliar foreign fairy masters at the moment. If she could obtain the “Earth Treasure” from the cultivators in front of her and the National Protector True Man of the Great Liang Kingdom and bring it to her own mountain god mansion, and then carefully cultivate the enlightened Ganoderma lucidum, with mutual benefit, both sides would have great Dao benefits, and then hire the little dragon who is about to succeed in transformation as a guest Qing, that would of course be the best result, but it seems to be hanging now.

Chen Ping An instantly noticed the unusual aura at the entrance of the mountain god shrine, was a little curious and doubtful, and looked at Little Mo beside him.

So did Pei Qian, but she turned to look at her master as soon as she could.

She glanced at Cao Qinglang out of the corner of her eye. What else could this Cao Mutou do? Ha, a Dragon Gate realm great cultivator who is about to form a golden core is standing there like a log.

“Just now I wanted to draw my sword to save people, but the purple-robed Taoist looked at me intentionally or unintentionally before being attacked.”

Little Mo immediately explained in his heart, “The person who attacked this person is a jade-pure realm demon cultivator, undoubtedly from the barbaric world.”

Chen Ping An smiled and nodded, “Borrowing the skin of a ‘Golden Core’ cultivator is better to hide his identity, and he can get the identity of a National Protector True Man for nothing, completely changing his face, so he can show his face. It can be said to be killing two birds with one stone.”

Pei Qian was a little confused, and asked with concentrated sound, “Master, what about this anomaly? Why didn’t the demon cultivator make a move earlier? And what is the purpose of the National Protector True Man allowing the demon to occupy the nest like a dove?”

Chen Ping An explained, “The demon cultivator made a deliberate smokescreen. If he hadn’t met the transcendent expert in the Taoist sect, it really wouldn’t have been a superfluous move. Nowadays, the various forces in Tongye Continent, led by the three academies, are carefully ‘searching the mountains’ in the open and in the dark, so as not to have any fish slipping through the net, and at least to ensure that there are no upper-fifth realm demons hiding anywhere. To give an example, a mountain sword boat, with flying swords raining down on the earth, if the people on the ground can’t fight the flying swords and just dodge around, it will still be very dangerous, so the simplest and most effective way to protect themselves is to find a pit where the flying swords hit the ground and hide well. No matter what happens to the little dragon and Ganoderma lucidum on that mountain, and who they end up in, when the auspicious aura dissipates and the spiritual energy in the mountain disappears, becoming a barren place that even lower-fifth realm cultivators can’t look down on, no one will ever pay attention to this mountain again. It can be seen that this jade-pure realm demon still put some thought into it, but unfortunately, he met the ‘Golden Core’ realm Taoist and overdid it. If there are no accidents, the National Protector True Man, who is good at hiding his clumsiness, came for it from the beginning.”

What Chen Ping An is afraid of now is that the identity of the purple-robed Taoist is unknown, and his intention is not the wine, just like Wu Shuangjiang on the night-traveling boat, a fortune teller, relying on the evolution of the trigrams and the deduction of the Great Dao, he has been waiting there, and then waiting for himself to pass by this place before going to the mountain to “mind his own business”.

It’s just that Chen Ping An couldn’t understand one connection. If he really wanted to plot against himself, why did he remind Little Mo in advance with his eyes? Even if the other party saw that Little Mo was not easy to provoke, changed his mind, and temporarily prepared not to interfere with each other, he could directly go down the mountain and retreat, or find a way to scare away the jade-pure realm demon cultivator who was waiting for an opportunity to move, which would be more stable than “playing dead” now.

The aura ripples at the entrance of the mountain god temple in the distance disappeared in a flash, and even the Prefecture Lord Lady didn’t notice anything.

Little Mo felt a little guilty.

It was his mistake that he didn’t see through the realm of the purple-robed Taoist.

Chen Ping An smiled and comforted him, “Don’t blame yourself, there are many strange people and things, we don’t lack this one. If some accidents can’t be avoided, we’ll just block them with soldiers and dams with earth.”

Little Mo nodded.

In fact, what is more comforting than words is the instinctive look of his son before.

When something happened suddenly, it was not shock, resentment, or questioning, but curiosity, trust, and relief.

Chen Ping An frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and soon smiled, “Since this host of the Great Liang Kingdom has opened the door to welcome guests, it seems that we have no reason to pass by without entering. Let’s go and see.”

At the entrance of the shrine, a hunchbacked old man squinted his eyes and looked at the corpse on the ground. After confirming that there were no flaws, he smiled and said in a slightly awkward Tongye Continent elegant language, “Good fellow, his tone of voice was louder than the sky just now, almost scaring me to death. Fortunately, I know a little bit of deduction Taoism, and I calculated a trigram temporarily.”

Walking around the corpse, the old man nodded frequently, “He has a good skin, it’s worth my risking my life to do this. In this way, I can finally not be stuck here and go outside to be happy.”

The old man finally made up his mind, pinched a formula, and his body turned into a wisp of misty green smoke, seeping into the seven orifices of the purple-robed Taoist. Suddenly, the old man’s figure disappeared, the purple-robed Taoist straightened his body, and stood up in an instant. His movements were stiff, he slowly twisted his neck, then raised his hands, shook the sleeves of his Taoist robe, his eyes turned dark, but soon returned to normal, moistened his throat, learned the Taoist’s salute, and laughed loudly, “The poor Taoist is polite, blessed life immeasurable Heavenly Lord.”

Then the “purple-robed Taoist” distorted his face, as if in great pain, and said to himself, “The poor Taoist is neither a Taoist of the White Jade Capital, nor a disciple of the Three Caves. It is not suitable to say this sentence ‘Blessed life immeasurable Heavenly Lord’ according to the Taoist tradition and the rules on the mountain. Of course, the poor Taoist is the host and you are the guest, the host follows the guest, you can be happy.”

A body skin is like a prison.

The wisps of green smoke transformed by the soul of the demon cultivator cannot “come out of the hole” at all.

After a while, the green smoke disappeared, and the purple-robed Taoist marveled, “There is a small accident. With a mysterious natal object, and the realm of jade purity, there is actually the killing power of an immortal. The poor Taoist is really… his Taoism is not low, quite not low.”

Seeing the group of four people falling in front of him, the purple-robed Taoist looked at Pei Qian and smiled, “The convenient methods that the poor Taoist takes advantage of, although not the ultimate methods, can still benefit all living beings if used well as an expedient measure.”

A Taoist who became a National Protector True Man was actually speaking Buddhist words.

The mysterious Taoist squinted and said, “I won’t beat around the bush. The poor Taoist’s newly accepted disciple and the Emperor of Liang do have a karmic connection from a previous life that needs to be resolved. Of course, Miss Zheng has already met her.”

“Miss Zheng, she is young and her fists are fierce on the Jinjia Continent battlefield. The poor Taoist has heard about it for a long time and admires her very much. As for asking for fists with Cao Ci four times in a row, she is even more famous in the world. Even if the poor Taoist covers his ears with both hands, he can’t help but know.”

Pei Qian didn’t say a word.

It seemed that he finally discovered the cyan-robed man. The purple-robed Taoist looked at him again and again, and then realized, “This Earth Immortal Sword Immortal whose realm is rising and falling… could it be Chen Shanzhu of Luopo Mountain, who is as famous as thunder, is the master of our Miss Zheng?”

Chen Ping An neither clasped his fists, nor bowed, nor made a salute, just with a calm expression, he smiled and said, “Senior summoned me, I dare not not come.”

He must be a transcendent expert.

It’s just that no matter how Chen Ping An guessed, or even had wild ideas, he couldn’t guess the identity of this person.

The purple-robed Taoist seemed to see through Chen Ping An’s thoughts and waved his hand, “True people do not show their faces, and those who show their faces are not true people. The real transcendent expert must be someone you can’t recognize when you meet, maybe the curtain-rolling maid beside the Prefecture Lord Lady, maybe a certain armored soldier at the foot of the mountain in the distance, anyway, the poor Taoist is definitely not a true expert. Chen Shanzhu thinks too highly of the poor Taoist, the poor Taoist can’t afford it.”

Chen Ping An smiled and didn’t speak, as if he was listening attentively to the teachings of the senior on the mountain.

The purple-robed Taoist sighed, “As expected of the head of a sect, he has a good temper. As expected of someone who has seen big scenes in other lands, he has good concentration. The poor Taoist has long said that good fate is not as good as a hard life. Even if the fate is good, it can’t be good all the time. But a hard life can keep climbing without stopping, only occasionally slowing down a step. It is said that people have the ambition to soar to the sky, and those who have a firm and unyielding mind, but without a bit of luck, they still cannot get through on their own. So Chen Shanzhu, as a closed disciple of the literary saint lineage, what unique insights will you have on this bit of luck?”

Chen Ping An replied, “Heaven bestows blessings, first open its wisdom. The most inconspicuous is also the most important.”

The purple-robed Taoist’s eyes lit up and he clapped his hands and smiled, “Some doggerel poems that are made up at will, are like writing in one stroke, without asking about the meaning of the text or the refinement of the words, but the wonderful thing is also very good.”

After coughing a few times, the purple-robed Taoist brewed some words and said, “The poor Taoist is straightforward and never beats around the bush. There are two nonsense words that I hope will not become a prophecy. I don’t know if I should say them or not?”

Chen Ping An smiled and said, “Whether to say them or not, it’s up to the senior to decide.”

On the way here, Chen Ping An took out a mountain-walking stick from a close range.

The purple-robed Taoist glanced at the green bamboo stick in Chen Ping An’s hand, “If you don’t cut it when you should, you will suffer from the chaos. If you don’t surrender when you should, you will suffer from the harm. If you give up halfway when building a mountain, one wrong move will lead to complete failure.”

Chen Ping An clenched the mountain-walking stick in his hand and nodded, “I have been taught.”

Little Mo has been smiling since he appeared.

It was not until he heard these nonsense words that he thought were well-deserved that Little Mo slowly put away the smile on his face.

The “chicken ribs” flying sword that had been peeled off earlier was named Xinhuo by his son.

So Little Mo asked two more times, begging Chen Ping An

He named the remaining three natal flying swords together.

So Little Mo’s favorite one, which can attract an ancient star to fall to the ground, was named “Ousi” by his son, meaning that the lotus root is broken and the threads are connected.

The flying sword that can imitate other people’s magical powers is named “Zhenji”.

Finally, the one that can detain the souls of cultivators is named “Zuixiang”.

Very good, maybe today he can have a good fight with the great cultivators at the top of Hao Ran.

As for the other party’s last name and name, whether they are a member of the Taoist sect, where they come from, and which sect’s ancestor they are, he will just let go of his hands and feet and ask for a sword.

He will know after asking.

“Don’t!”

The purple-robed Taoist waved his hand vigorously and said seriously, “The poor Taoist is a lazy person who doesn’t seek to improve himself. It’s not worth it for this senior and Chen Shanzhu to ask for a sword. It’s not necessary to destroy thousands of mountains and rivers.”

He was not surprised that the yellow-hatted and blue-shirted guy was so high in realm and so murderous.

It was the young sword cultivator’s “holding the stick like holding a sword” that surprised him quite a bit.

He almost mistakenly thought that his eyes were playing tricks on him. Actually, the last hidden official of the Sword Qi Great Wall had not fallen in realm, but had broken through?

It seems not.

Fortunately not.

Otherwise, the Sword Qi Great Wall’s hidden official’s attainments in the art of swordsmanship would inevitably disappoint people a bit.

The purple-robed Taoist began to talk incessantly, as if he had turned to chatting about home affairs to get closer when he saw that the situation was not good.

“For us cultivators, when we go out, the first important thing to live long and get along well is to be kind to others. Blindly fighting and killing is not only harmful to the harmony of heaven, but also unforgiving to