The sun, a warm caress upon the land, ushered in a spring vibrant with promise. Each blossom held its appointed time, the plum, the pear, the peach unfolding in their turn.

In the capital’s famed Liulichang, a district choked with booksellers, a young man of handsome mien basked in the sun before a shop, a gourd of polished purple, slick as oil, hanging at his waist. He savored a bowl of pea-flour cakes, purchased on his journey, while haggling with the shopkeeper within, comparing the coveted volumes to spinsters on the shelf. Simultaneously, he cast lingering glances towards the proprietress of the neighboring stall, a woman in her mature prime who offered weathered tomes to passersby. He was, in short, killing three birds with one stone.

The shopkeeper, who’d lent the young drunkard a bench, polished a replica of imperial porcelain behind his counter. Lifting his gaze to the rogue flirting with the woman, he chuckled, “Cao Shilang, if you dare touch her hand in broad daylight, or perhaps embrace her, I’ll sell you those books at half price. What say you?”

The young man, popping a piece of pea-flour cake into his mouth, replied with a roguish grin, “Daytime is bad for reputation. But what of night? Shall we eavesdrop?”

Neither man bothered to lower his voice, the elderly lady obviously in the hearing area, she grabbed a book from her stall and threw it at the handsome scoundrel. “Neither of you have balls and will only flirt using your mouths, is that fun?”

This Cao Shilang was no mere nickname. He was a legitimate official of the Great Li Dynasty, a vice minister in the powerful Ministry of Personnel.

The young man caught the “missile,” barely glancing at the title. Instead, he sniffed it delicately before tossing it back to the beautiful lady’s stand. “No spice, not a hint of color in the words. Boring, boring.”

Cao Gengxin’s gaze shifted. He noticed several figures emerging from a distant antique shop, clearly outlanders from the frigid Northern Julu Continent.

The first was a tall man in his middle years, his worn sable hat perched atop his head. He wore a padded coat and well-worn deerskin boots. His face held no hint of hardship, only the mark of poverty.

This was none other than Liu Xu, a swordsman from the Mule River Liu clan.

Next was Yuan Xuan of the Three Lang Temple, his youthful face framed by a robe of mud-gold hue.

This inheritor of the Three Lang Temple, nicknamed “Yuan the Inch” and “Yuan the Flood,” traveled south across the continent of Treasure Bottle, accompanied by only two attendants. One was Fan Yu, a martial artist of Far Reaches Realm. This woman had once been a war hero in the Great Li Kingdom, and the Ministry of Rites held a file on her. If she chose to reveal her identity in Great Li, the local deities were obligated to treat her with respect. But if she wanted to roam incognito, she did not have to be bothered.

Each high-ranking deity within the Great Li possessed such a “courtesy list,” to ensure the proper treatment of guests. Whether mountain cultivator or martial artist of the Jianghu, any who had shown righteousness on the field of battle were considered patriots and treated accordingly.

The final member of the group was the old sword cultivator, Liu Wuding. Unlike Fan Yu, who was practically born into the Three Lang Temple, the old man was their highest paid retainer. His only task was to protect the Yuan family’s direct descendants; formerly Yuan Yizhi, now Yuan Xuan.

In his youth, the old swordsman had been a registered cultivator, before becoming a lonely wildman. When Liu Wuding had just entered the Golden Core realm, he went to destroy a local ancestor hall. He wasn’t experienced enough, and didn’t hide his sword techniques well enough, and was chased out of his master’s hall and forced into a life of seclusion.

But looking back on that sword battle from two centuries ago, the old man had no regrets.

What of his youthful exuberance? After all, he had been young before.

Cao Gengxin hastily swallowed the last of his pea-flour cakes, brushed off his sleeves, and rose to greet them with a smile, “Sword Immortal Liu, Young Master Yuan, Sword Immortal Liu, Grandmaster Fan! Haha, ‘Liu Liu’ sounds the same! I should have just called one of you!”

The young vice minister spoke in fluent Julu dialect.

Liu Xu frowned. “You are? A retainer of the Ministry of Justice? Here to inspect our credentials?”

Generally, any mountain cultivator who interacted with the Great Li Dynasty was listed in the rolls of the Ministry of Justice. The presence of Great Li military cultivators, on the other hand, would signify something far less hospitable.

But Yuan Xuan recognized him. Smiling, he said, “Uncle Liu, this is no official of the Ministry of Justice, but Vice Minister Cao of the Ministry of Personnel. He is quite famous in the cultivation world.”

Indeed, he was famous enough to be granted the privilege, by the Emperor himself, of carrying his wine gourd into the government building. However, there was the added regulation that he could only have a flask a day, with no refills. If he worked the night shift, he was given a flask of Long Spring wine to help him stay up, under the belief that it would keep him from calling out sick. There were rumors in the courts that Cao Gengxin had over a dozen excuses ready at a moment’s notice, rotating them to avoid getting stuck with tasks he thought to be meaningless.

To the north of Julu Continent ran the long range of the Zhongtiao Mountains, following the river. The majestic mountains were like a third eye in the middle of a god’s forehead.

The Mule River Liu clan and Three Lang Temple Yuan clan sat to the west and east of the mountains, guarding over a treasury and an armory.

Cao Gengxin gave Yuan Xuan a thumbs-up. “Young man, you’re quite perceptive!”

Yuan Xuan chuckled. “Vice Minister Cao, I’m not so young anymore.”

Cao Gengxin nodded. “Same for me. We have youthful looks that work to our advantage.”

Liu Xu asked, “From the Ministry of Personnel? What do you want with us?”

Cao Gengxin smiled. “I’m not looking for you, per se. I’m here to wait with you for someone. He was my neighbor for many years, but I’ve never met him. It’s been gnawing at me.”

Yuan Xuan asked, “Could it be the Mountain Lord Chen?”

Cao Gengxin smiled faintly. “Young Master Yuan, you’re spot-on!”

*We are looking for him, so it’s not that hard to figure out. Besides, the Longquan County Kiln Supervision Office is right next door to that Fallen Phoenix Mountain…*

Liu Xu asked, “What do you want with him?”

The question, perhaps, was ill-timed.

Cao Gengxin, of the Ministry of Personnel, had no authority to question Liu Xu’s presence in the Great Li Dynasty, and Liu Xu had no authority to question Cao Gengxin’s intentions.

However, it revealed that Liu Xu’s relationship with Chen Ping’an was closer than he had implied.

Yet Cao Gengxin seemed unperturbed. Patting his wine gourd, he turned to the woman peddling books and asked with a smile, “Madam Nangong, how does that saying go?”

The woman giggled. “One of Su Shi’s famed essays begins, ‘My wife said, I have a jug of wine, long stored, awaiting your unexpected need.'”

Cao Gengxin chuckled. “Then I must introduce myself. I am Cao Gengxin, courtesy name Shucheng. I’m a native of the capital, but spent many years as a kiln inspector. I was quite successful at the Old Li Zhu Grotto-Heaven. Now, I’m just a lowly official in the Ministry of Personnel, stuck in the doldrums. Without the favor of a noble patron, reaching the Heavens is… difficult, very difficult.”

Cao Gengxin turned back, smiling, “The guest of honor has arrived.”

Liu Xu and Liu Wuding exchanged glances.

*This Cao is a cultivator, and a powerful one.*

Cao Gengxin took stock of Liu Xu and Liu Wuding.

*There was a time when a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, let alone a sword cultivator, seemed impossibly distant. Now, these old gods seem… ordinary.*

He recalled his first visit to Liu Jia, in a small alleyway. Knowing the old god’s realm, Cao Gengxin brought two jugs of fine wine, worried that he might be rejected at the door. Now, he could share a drink with Brother Liu.

As a child, what he overheard from his elders caused him great anxiety. Even when victory seemed certain, they pretended to be uncertain.

Now, the children of the Great Li Dynasty took it for granted that their nation was the strongest in the world.

Especially the young rascals on Yichi Lane, who were always guessing at when they would be able to catch up.

*But it wasn’t always this way.*

He once asked his grandfather about a story from the Imperial courts: had Minister of War Shen Chen truly dared to scold State Preceptor Cui? Why had Shen Chen agreed to return to the court, despite his stubborn nature? Was it really Cui Chan himself who had invited Shen Chen to take up his post in the Ministry of War?

His grandfather, the head of the Cao clan, had heard the truth from Shen Chen himself.

Cui Chan had visited his local academy and invited Shen Chen to return to the court, with a simple argument:

*Lift your eyes, and look further. For all this will soon be the Great Li Dynasty. Why bother with such trivialities?*

But what had truly chilled Cao Gengxin to the bone was another, smaller detail. When Cui Chan appeared at that academy, it had already been converted to a government school. The new headmaster, a scholar沈 very much disliked, was on the way to his post. If this man managed to steal the academy out from under him, Shen Chen would surely die of disgust. His retirement would be nothing but a failure.

*Cui Chan gave you one choice, and no other. Either you spend your days in misery, or you can work for the country and its people as an official of Great Li.*

Cao Gengxin had concluded long ago: the smarter you were, the more you feared Cui Chan.

Did people really think Cao Gengxin didn’t want to make a name for himself? It was simply that he was smart enough not to presume too much.

After leaving Thousand Step Corridor, Jiang Shangzhen had gone to do something for his personal business.

Xie Gou was still hanging out at Fire God Temple.

Chen Ping’an, with only Xiaomo, came to meet Liu Xu.

Cao Gengxin bowed, apologizing. “I’ve been an official in a small town for too many years. I have not visited Mountain Lord Chen.”

“I, too, have neglected to visit the Kiln Supervision Office. Let’s call it even.”

Chen Ping’an returned the bow, smiling. “Vice Minister Cao, are you here to wait for me?”

Cao Gengxin chuckled. “Nothing escapes Mountain Lord Chen.”

Chen Ping’an asked, “Is there something you wish to discuss?”

Cao Gengxin shook his head. “I simply wished to meet you, exchange greetings. I would be content with that. If Mountain Lord Chen needs a place to drink with friends, simply mention my name at the teahouses by the Iris River. Everything will be on my tab.”

Chen Ping’an asked, puzzled, “Is Vice Minister Cao so highly paid?”

Cao Gengxin said shamelessly, “Mountain Lord Chen can drink with friends, and the teahouses can put it on my tab. The debts are Vice Minister Cao’s. But paying them back? That falls to Cao Gengxin, the penniless man.”

Liu Xu was impressed. He knew he was not the type to be Cao Gengxin’s friend, but the man would get along well with Zhang.

Chen Ping’an clasped his hands. “I am grateful.”

Afterwards, Chen Ping’an led Liu Xu and his group away, asking if they had found lodging. When Liu Xu said they hadn’t, Chen Ping’an recommended a place. He admitted he wasn’t familiar with it, but claimed it had a great reputation amongst the mountain cultivators in Treasure Bottle.

Liu Xu, of course, didn’t care. It was Yuan Xuan who was paying. And Yuan Xuan was eager to spend the money he had.

Cao Shilang returned the bench, finally claiming those coveted books.

The proprietress of the neighboring stall was curious. “How did you get that old miser to part with his money? Did you drug him?”

Cao Gengxin chuckled. “I told Old Hong that the man standing in front of his shop was Mountain Lord Chen of Fallen Phoenix Mountain. He was so happy, he gave them to me for free.”

“Are you sure you aren’t lying?”

The woman was suspicious, turning to gaze at the distant figure in green. “He’s not even that handsome. You’re better looking.”

He smiled. “To be down-to-earth and honest is to be content. Eating is sweet, drinking is sweet, sleep is sweet.”

Once they left Liulichang, Liu Xu asked, “Are we really going to the Iris River for drinks?”

Chen Ping’an chuckled. “You’re smarter than that. The mention of Cao Gengxin’s name would get us kicked out of every teahouse.”

Besides, the teahouses of Iris River catered to men, not those looking for tea. It was obvious that Cao Shilang didn’t think Chen Ping’an would dare to go there.

Bolstered by this, Yuan Xuan asked timidly, “Mountain Lord Chen, do you remember me? I introduced myself last time on Bronze Lake, when you were fishing. I’m Yuan Xuan, from Three Lang Temple.”

Chen Ping’an nodded. “Of course. I remember you well. Even at a young age, Young Master Yuan was an old hand, kind and careful in his actions.”

Yuan Xuan looked at the others with a flourish.

*See? It’s not just polite talk!*

The old swordsman feigned surprise, and Fan Yu nodded. They played along.

Liu Xu rolled his eyes. *How can you be so sure that’s not just a courtesy?*

Yuan Xuan wouldn’t last long on the Great Wall of Sword, no matter how much money he had. He was worse than Wei of Wind-Snow Temple. He’d just be another entry in Zhang’s ledger.

The two had first met on Bronze Lake. According to records, the lake was home to a unique finned fish said to protect cultivators from nightmares.

The higher a cultivator’s realm, the less prone they were to dreaming. But should a Land Immortal still dream, they would be in danger of losing themselves.

Chen Ping’an had been trying his luck in the lake. To catch a fish would be good, but he wasn’t fussed.

Yuan Xuan had also been trying his luck. But for him, it was a serious matter.

His elder aunt, Yuan Yizhi, had been plagued by nightmares for a century, preventing her from breaking through the Nascent Soul bottleneck.

While she outwardly appeared fine, Yuan Yizhi was haggard and worn. To see the truth would be to see a woman of skin and bone.

But being a woman who loved her beauty, she used a talisman. Even then, it was only an illusion. That was why she had seldom appeared in public in a century, not even at clan meetings. She had only appeared when Liu Jinglong visited, to give him one last glance.

With the disappearance of Yingling Gao Cheng, the valley was no longer able to resist the Wooden Robe Mountain, and the HEMP sect had taken over. The Three Lang Temple was on good terms with the HEMP sect, and the sect leader had tried to drain the lake. He had cultivators catch the silver carp, but it was a coarse meat that was unwanted. The only thing they had value, were in the long whiskers that could be used to make all sorts of treasures.

A couple of the fish weighed over five hundred pounds. But compared to the lake’s unique finned fish, it could only be considered ordinary. They had managed to catch a pair of finned fish, but they were too young. Yuan Yizhi took one look and said they were useless.

Yuan Yizhi had simply kept the fish in a tank in the courtyard, for amusement. It was unknown if they were truly useless, or she didn’t want to be the one to split them apart.

Yuan Xuan hesitated. “Mountain Lord Chen, the purpose of my trip is to see the old site of the Li Zhu Grotto-Heaven. And the Fallen Phoenix Mountain…”

Seeing Yuan Xuan’s discomfort, Liu Xu stepped in. “He has an elder in the Three Lang Temple with outstanding cultivation potential. Her name is Yuan Yizhi, and a hundred years ago, she was tainted by something in an ancient site. Now, she has nightmares anytime she closes her eyes. Don’t even mention trying to cultivate. It’s made her to stay stuck in the Nascent Soul Realm, and at her current state, she won’t be around for long.”

Chen Ping’an asked, “Has she sought help?”

With the Yuan clan’s reputation, surely a Nascent Soul cultivator could get help from a Ascension Realm cultivator.

Liu Xu shook his head. “Yuan Yizhi is a woman who won’t have any of it. She doesn’t want to go to Fire Dragon and the Three Lang Temple won’t ask Yang Heavenly Monarch for anything. The sect leader wanted to talk to them behind Yuan Yizhi’s back, but she has a temper, and nobody can get through to her.”

Chen Ping’an was even more puzzled. “Then why come to me?”

*Are you trying to tell me that a monk can’t help with my aunt’s personal problem?*

*It’s one thing when you’re pretending to be a girl on the Great Wall of Sword.*

*And to think, Lu Chen might be able to help with it.*

“That old turtle sealed itself at Black River with the Old Dragon Nest as its temple, said it had two golden finned fish for his daughter’s dowry. It has been taking care of the nest for almost eight hundred years and it has long been the ancestor of the finned fish. News spread that you went to Ghost Domain Valley, and the old turtle had went back to the temple, because an artifact had stolen its fish. The sect had nothing to do with it.”

“As for that self-proclaimed Overturning Sea Princess, and an antique copper coin, had disappeared. The old turtle had asked the clan to find its daughter.”

Hearing this, Chen Ping’an had an awkward expression.

The honorable Mountain Lord Chen didn’t want to talk about a few things, especially those that happened in Julu, the things in the Ghost Domain Valley, the things he and Sun had done. At the time he was young and didn’t think anyone would remember what he had done.

Chen Ping’an said, “Yuan Xuan, I have a lead, but nothing for sure. I’ll ask and get back to you.”

The mirror, the two finned fish, and the coin from the Qing Dynasty were the trophies of Hei Yishu who roamed Ghost Valley and stole what he could.

Chen Ping’an still had a feeling that Cloud Top Palace had something to do with it.

*After all, I’m still the martial arts teacher of a prince.*

It turned out that after Little Turtle had joined Yang Mumu and had become an official god. After she had left with Hei, she was constantly threatened and didn’t dare show her whereabouts. As for the fish, they were in the Heavenly King sect.

“What goes around, comes around.”

Yuan Xuan clasped his hands in thanks.

Chen Ping’an said he didn’t need to and was a returning guest of the temple.

Yuan Xuan asked why and Chen Ping’an talked about the armor he had asked Liu Swordsman to buy for him.

Chen Ping’an went on, “That’s because your elder aunt is helping you. But if it was me, I would have been spending a lot of money.”

Chen Ping’an pulled them into the restaurant.

Hearing that Liu had become the clan leader, Chen Ping’an congratulated him.

The Mule clan had sixteen branches, with talented leaders.

Liu Xu preferred to do swordplay.

When he was in the Nascent Soul Realm, he had gone to the Sword Great Wall to break through.

But when Liu Xu went home, the first words his grandfather spoke were, “Then don’t become a clan leader!”

Not long after, they had found the heir for him.

Liu Xu liked to drink, but he wasn’t a heavy drinker, and never downed his drink.

He wasn’t lying, all he cared about was his swordsmanship.

The family worried about him, so they sent money to Sun. Liu Xu refused to take the money and it remained unclaimed.

Liu Xu had never taken anything from his family and refused to do so now.

Why he went to the bar the first time, was to drink some liquor from his hometown.

Ten men for the gamble, eight were in the game, and only one thought they would win the game, Chen was there to do the game.

Today since they were drinking, Fan Yu made a bowl of rice, and toasted to Chen.

She had been saved by Zheng while on the battlefield.

Chen Ping’an liked to hear that about his student.

They had drank and Liu Wuding had passed out, and had to be carried.

Yuan Xuan knew it was because Liu had never gone to the Great Wall of Sword.

It was the shame and guilt that had been served on the table in his cup.

With faces flushed, it wasn’t about the alcohol but about the guilt in the heart.

After drinking, the old man said he would toast to Chen Yin, but Chen Ping’an said he would toast to the senior instead.

After that, the old man became quiet.

Liu Xu looked at Chen and told Chen to make him feel better, since Chen was a master at it.

Chen Ping’an shook his head, there was no need to pour salt on the wounds.

“I neither control the Heavens nor Earth and have nothing to do with it.”

Liu Xu said, “He used to be a part of the Mirror Building sect, and died in the Great Wall of Sword.”

Chen Ping’an hesitated. “Liu senior, a pair of North Julu cultivators that belonged to the sea sect, they were sword cultivators. Every time they went to the shop, I would ask them why enemies would drink together. One of them would say that he wronged him and kicked him from his sect. Another would say that senior Liu would have been the leader but since that guy saw through the whole thing, they weren’t going to get the sword.”

“Things happen for a reason.”

“Senior, if you feel hurt then I’ll scold you.”

“…”

“Let’s get a drink, Liu old man.”

Calling a sword cultivator by Liu Old swordsman was taking it too far.

“I’ll see you there.”

“I have to go back.”

Liu Xu was looking to get a drink with Chen, and had no other meaning to it, and what other purpose could friends have but to drink.

After drinking, Liu was going to deal with some business. As for Phoenix Fallen Mountain, he was going to wait and see.

Yuan Xuan wasn’t going to waste the trip.

Liu Xu said, “If you didn’t see him as a friend, he would be making money.”

Fan Yu said, “It wouldn’t be.”

Liu Xu said, “You don’t know him.”

Fan Yu thought it was weird, what kind of friend does that.

Liu Xu said, “Cultivators are never greedy.”

As the ship was returning, the officials from Great Li asked him to go to the capital, it had something to do with the Iron Talisman.

There had been a trip, and now he was going to be the water god.

He was a dragon, the ancient emperors had come to take a look.

“Being a water god will be great, if only it were attached to the Song empire.”

Yinlu laughed and said to get what you can, how can you leave what’s in front of you. As for what the Song do, then it is what it is.

Then let Mountain Head Chen become a state preceptor.

Of course, White Deng would have to become a God.

As had been said earlier, there would be an incident that would result in White Deng becoming a god.

For the dragon, the success rate was high.

Changing your bones, worshiping in human form, and receiving what was earned, becoming a mountain deity, that was the path.

To White Deng, eating with someone at the table had lost all its meaning, and there was no reason to go to White Emperor City to go through the Dragon Gate.

Becoming a Water God, being close to the Longqi was going to be his goal.

As it turned out, White Deng had earned his wish and dreams had come true.

Fu Decong met a monk with the Taoist title of Zisheng.

He asked him to go back to the dojo, he visited the mountain but did not burn incense, and started to ask to have a talk.

That didn’t even dare say his real name, he said he was a small group with one master.

Decong then asked a Taoist book and asked if the land was good to be dedicated to the Taoist mountain, he tossed the book back and said it was too shabby.

The senior then threw another book at the Mountain Monarch, and the book stopped near him, he had just opened it and had been asked to be removed.

Zheng was in a fit of rage, asking if he wanted to revolt.

Decong said, “It was just some monk asking for a Taoist book.”

Jin asked, “Do you know what that monk was.”

Decong said that he tried his best to find out how he could become famous and he told him to comment on it.

Jin then looked at the books and told him that it caused something.

“I don’t have time to see you.”

Decong said, “Please help me.”

Jin laughed, “Say some good words, he must be listening.”

Decong had to take three steps back and apologize to him and took the book.

“I’m jealous.”

It was said that there was no one in the hall, that he had came back and disappeared, hoping that he was safe and the deity could protect him.

When Lu Chen left, he was going through someone else’s dream.

Lu took a breath, he had taken the dream demon.

In Nanhua City, Lu Chen was sitting in the city, and adjusted himself.

He started to retrace the stream from the source.

In the center of Tongye Continent, there were two people on the banks of the Fish Scale Docks, that were the Sword Immortal in White and a Taoist. They had got a few snacks. “Are people in the world rich, are they night owls?”

Yu said that he did not have the money and didn’t know the people there.

Taoist said that there was nothing to the wine, it was all for the money, and to admire the poor scholars.

It was strange, that there were no women in the world, but had been there.

An old man said that “If something does not taste good then you can mix some salt with it.

The alcohol had continued until the sun had come up.

The restaurant boss had been happy and the customers could have taken the shop and he wouldn’t have cared.

The Taoist had went to the kitchen and started to stir fry.

This morning, Li brought the fox with him, into the entrance of the mountain.

Lee had been going down to the mountain to tell his masters of what he was doing.

Regardless of the world, or the journey, there was bound to be a goodbye.

At the entrance of the mountain, there was an unfamiliar Taoist.

The hair started to stand up and the man claimed to have a lot of power.

The fox didn’t even dare to look at the entrance of the mountain.

They didn’t dare and always feared the name of Yin.

Her father said it was a mistake to turn him down, they could have gotten married, and he had gotten his heart broken.

“Did you do anything after that.

“You made the wrong decision, but the two of you would have made a great couple and made a great love story.”

When she had thought about it, she had looked at the scholar.

At the time it was a small realm, and had no idea if it was a god or anything.

Lee had asked about the realm, but the guy was making fun of him, he had seemed to have been lucky.

After that they had stopped the topic.

The man turned and laughed and praised his virtues and said “Good!”

“She’s a wise woman from a village”

The man had set up a writing station and wrote “Wise man of course, good good!”

Lee had wanted to escape into the grounds.

Lee asked, “Is Pei here?”

The man said to sit at the table and laughed with his hands.

He asked, “What about Zheng Shu?”

The man asked on, “He likes to talk with the chefs, he likes to speak of plump things.”

She could not stand it and went to the mountains.

Shan hadn’t gone, and was dragged over.

He still had not gotten to the chef’s when he saw a person waiting for him with white robes.

Shan greeted, “Leader Changming”

The man said it was a pleasure.

Shan asked, “What is Leader Changming doing?”

The man said, “Just passing through.”

Then stopped talking.

There was no one in the land who wanted to talk with him.

The person started to smile and said that she had high regards, and he felt honored to be praised.

Shan could not stop the man and tried to stop the situation, it was just jokes from the table.

There was no way that she could do anything.

When she smiled, they couldn’t stop themselves.

They all had some kind of bad habit, and a secret relationship.

Yu felt sorry for her. It was one of those things you could not keep to yourself.

She asked in the land, “There are some people who know it, but just keep pretending to not know it.”

If there were, then it meant there was something that could be done.

It was like the first sword cultivator.

He could catch a thread but for everything else it was hard to keep track.

Eastman was anxious but he could not say anything.

Shan took a deep breath.

In the blue sky, there was sword letter being sent.

Sent from a Taoist to others.

I looked at the secret letters and told them to go back to the mountains.

And then it was to make an alliance with a sword cultivator.

“Let me take a sword cultivator to your place, to talk with old friends, when I go back the other will go.”

Bae said it was not easy and had got to the top of it.

“It was like the saying of the ancients.”

He closed the door.

But had not changed his face, but kept with how he looked before.

“What do you want with the door on?”

“It’s a habit.”

“Don’t not give the senior face.”

“What do you mean?”

“You have to give him respect!”

The White emperor said that they would not take the sword skill, or show him the skill.

There wasn’t any secret to it and he had a bad attitude.

In the blue, there was an old man working in the house and he was always working.

He always liked to read and it was always bright. He had a reputation for being a good student.

At night, he would read, and he would talk to the old student, how one should respect himself.

After the monk heard it, he had asked it was Confucianism right.

“There’s no one here to scold us and it doesn’t matter what we say.

“But there’s no one here that can stop us.”

The monk said that they could just say what they liked and the old man had said that they would just have to repeat it.

They were close to the old man, and they liked each other a lot.

That was something that the couple loved each other and didn’t want the night to end.