The hound Xie Gou, ever the cautious one, ventured, “Shall I summon the Mountain Master?”

The Old Daoist Master chuckled, “This humble Daoist holds no such sway.”

Xie Gou feigned offense. “We’re all family here! No need for such prickly words. Surely, you jest.” From Millet’s antics, Xie Gou had gleaned many an amusing phrase.

“The Seclusion is paramount,” the Old Daoist Master countered, “A matter not to be trifled with.”

Relief washed over Xie Gou.

For in bygone ages, this Daoist, famed for his creed of “I emerge from my cave unmatched, and show no mercy where clemency is due,” was known throughout the mortal Daoist world for his love of brewing fine spirits.

The Azure Cloud Cavern Master’s prowess was only rivaled by his pettiness, his vindictiveness echoing far and wide!

Little Mo, however, demurred. Nestled close to her beloved Xie Gou, she whispered that this Azure Cloud fellow was a Daoist of rare magnanimity.

Of course, the beginning and end of that statement were truth itself. The middle portion was Xie Gou’s own addition, enforced upon the chronicler with an underscored demand!

“The details of the two Sword Trials,” the Old Daoist Master stated, “Little Mo can relay to you at length later.”

Xie Gou, probing again, asked, “How ‘at length’?”

The Old Daoist Master smiled. “You imagine yourself the only one blessed with such keen sight? ‘To witness is to know’, lad. Little Mo is no slouch.”

Xie Gou nodded, then beckoned with a crooked finger.

“To let a guest offer you wine!” The Old Daoist Master scoffed, “Is this the hospitality of your Crumbling Mountain?”

Xie Gou, now adept in the ways of the world, thanks to his time on the mountain, replied, “Discounting my position as Secondary Offering, let us pretend, for the moment, that I am Bai Jing, the wine fairy.”

The Old Daoist Master remained unmoved.

Xie Gou sighed inwardly. The Azure Cloud Fellow treated his brother’s wife with scant regard.

Wise old Zhu had it right: To live long and prosper in the mountains, one needs books, moonlit flowers, and good wine.

The maiden in the sable hat produced two jars from her sleeves, cracked their seals, and tossed them to the Azure Cloud Master.

The Old Daoist Master, in turn, drew forth two flower-shaped cups, offering one to his friend, the fairy Bai Jing.

Xie Gou filled the gaudy cup, warning, “Let it be known, if I speak amiss in my drunken state, I alone shall bear the blame. Our Mountain Master is in seclusion, and is not to be disturbed.”

“Your taste for spirits is well-known,” the Old Daoist Master said dryly.

And so, he dared not offer her any of his own.

Xie Gou, ashamed, felt his courage ebb. “Wine,” he mumbled, “makes cowards bold.”

The Old Daoist Master gestured with his chin, “And if you are a coward, what is that one?”

Xie Gou was growing weary of the veiled jibes at their Mountain Master. The maiden in the sable hat slammed her hand on the table, raising her cup. “Azure Cloud Fellow! After ten thousand years, you still prance about! Good, very good! Let’s hear a toast!”

The Old Daoist Master raised his cup, and he and Bai Jing drank deep.

Since the events aboard the Night-Sailing Ship, Chen Ping An had been boldly imagining, meticulously verifying, with the Fourteenth Realm Wu Shuangjiang as his imagined foe.

Before that, his sparring partner had been the swordsman Pei Min. That contest, outside the Heavenly Temple on the Plane of Tongye, was a resounding defeat, costing him a replica sword.

Pei Min, like Bai Jing, was a Flying Ascension swordsman with four life-bound flying swords. He was also one of Lu Tai’s two masters.

Lu Tai’s fear of heights, a strange affliction for a swordsman, was thanks to Pei Min’s tutelage.

Lu Chen and Wu Shuangjiang had alerted Chen Ping An, who now watched wary for the Daoist of “Great Yin,” Wu Zhou, from the Azure Sky above. This senior Fourteenth Realm cultivator had her eyes upon Chen Ping An’s “Sunder” and “Execution.”

Having reached the state of “Human Form, Heavenly Emptiness,” Wu Zhou had been seen by Chen Ping An at the assembly by the Confucian Temple, radiating grace, a being more decisive than even a swordsman. Should Wu Zhou decide to strike, it would be with the full force of a lion upon a rabbit, leaving no room for doubt. The battle in the Heavenly Temple’s rain had been tempered by Pei Min’s lack of malice. Chen Ping An doubted that one like Wu Zhou, who needed to refine objects to strengthen her Dao, would hesitate on account of his titles.

The recent assault upon the Pill Refining Temple by a Fourteenth Realm ghost affirmed the necessity of his precautions.

Since the three ancestral founders of the Three Teachings had dispersed their Dao, the mountain peaks took fewer things into consideration when acting.

Among Chen Ping An’s last-resort options were three Qing-colored pages from a book, bearing protective talismans related to the River of Time. He had obtained the pages from the Master, and the talismans from Yu Xuan.

Still, the Sword Holder warned that even with these pages, he was not entirely safe, particularly against Chen Qingliu, the Dragon Slayer, once returned to the Fourteenth Realm.

Only the talisman personally crafted by the Dao Ancestor would guarantee safety, giving a Qi Refiner below the Fourteenth Realm a spare “Life,” a life encompassing the entire Dao, not merely existence.

The Old Daoist Master flicked his sleeve, made calculations with his fingers, then turned towards Fufeng Knoll, scoffing, “So many clues, overt and hidden, all pointing to one place! Laid bare before their eyes, yet they feign ignorance. How many forms of swordplay dare claim to ‘Communicate with the Divine’?”

The maiden in the sable hat perked up her ears, eager for what was to come.

Chen Lingjun had already fled.

The boy in azure shoes had legs which could not escape the long mountain path. No matter if by foot or flying, using escape arts or even the reduction of space itself, there was no end.

“Bai Jing, have you seen the Sword Charms?” the Old Daoist Master asked.

Xie Gou nodded, using a term from the antique trade, “The real deal.”

“Does this ancient sword art stir no desire within you?”

Xie Gou rolled his eyes. “It would be as useless to me as chicken bones.”

“And for Crumbling Mountain? For the Azure Floating Sword Sect?”

Xie Gou played the fool. “I am but a humble offering. I trouble not myself with such matters.”

To complete such sword arts, five or six Sword Charms were required. (Note 1, Chapter 851: Mud Lane)

That required each charm to contain unique portions of the art.

They could not be copied. The charm and the art were of shared Dao. She had left only three copies, perhaps.

“Such fussing!” The Old Daoist Master exclaimed, “Is it a ripple on the sea of the Great Dao? Such avoidance only confirms your ‘three hundred taels of silver’.”

Xie Gou’s eyes widened. “If you speak thus, Azure Cloud Fellow, I may…”

The Old Daoist Master smiled faintly. “Oh?”

Xie Gou, in a rare moment of conceding, said “I may withhold my support.”

It was a day for joy, having just taken on an unacknowledged disciple. He would not argue with this stubborn old Daoist today.

In the days when Crumbling Mountain was yet unknown, one needed a sword talisman forged by the Dragon Spring Sword Sect to traverse by wind in the western mountains, a rule laid down by Ruan Qiong.

When Changming had first returned to Crumbling Mountain, she had bought the most talismans, so many that they jingled like Nuan Shu’s key ring.

Changming had thought little of it, for she had wealth to spare, the talismans were pleasant to look upon, and inexpensive. She wanted to buy more, for her young master’s return and to gift to the Ancestral Hall of Rainbow Peak.

The Dragon Spring Sword Sect only allowed one charm per person. But Changming was friendly with the Miss Ruan who often purchased cakes in Dragon-Riding Lane.

Furthermore, Changming was fair, always offering higher prices with coins forged herself.

Even Ruan Qiong overlooked it.

Another with a collection of sword talismans was First Seat Zhou.

Each morning, more spirit money appeared on the accounts. It was such a problem, deciding how to spend it.

Jiang Shangzhen, addicted to collecting talismans, hired others to purchase charms from the Dragon Spring Sword Sect.

As Ruan Qiong’s first disciple, Dong Gu, being of demon origin, was well-disposed towards Crumbling Mountain and chose to turn a blind eye.

Now assisting with the digging of the Great Canal in the Plane of Tongye, Yang Zhi, the great demon of the Old Throne, possessed an ancient ability coveted by even Xie Gou.

It was useless to Yang Zhi, a master of water arts, but of great benefit to the swordsman Bai Jing.

Xie Gou had dreamed of chopping down Yang Zhi for a long time.

Who would scoff at another title?

Yang Zhi had never spoken of it, but she had been caught in a great battle before her ascension. Upon a field of bones, she had seen one of the Five Great Ancients.

Thus, her title “Yearning Gaze,” and her alias in the Yao Clan “Jing Xing,” both came from that first, unequal encounter.

That being had walked to Yang Zhi, bent low, and pressed a hand upon her head, likening her to a rather ugly reptile.

For reasons unknown, this “Majestic Fire Virtue, Adored by All, Seated on the Throne, Boiling Seas and Cooking Mountains” instead of refining and slaying a water demon, imparted an ability.

In the Yu Xuan Kingdom’s capital, the Chongyang Temple held an old Daoist who had not recalled his previous life, who styled himself “Hui Lu.”

Feng Yi, even before that, had lodged in the Fire God’s Temple in the Great Li capital.

Chen Mountain Master had met them all, face to face.

Ignore the individuals, ignore the events, if you will, blaming them on your lack of wit.

But to connect them all, and still feign ignorance?

The stone bridge between Flower Shadow and Nightingale Peaks on Jumping Fish Mountain, with its hanging waterfall, appeared neither early nor late, only when you and Millet passed by?

Yellow Lake Mountain and the Returning Sword Lake formed from the Dragon Spring Sword Sect’s moved mountain corresponded to an early gift, upon which one had written, “Mountains and waters shall meet again.” (Note 2, Chapter 180: Like a God)

The more you protest that love is absent, the more guilt you feel.

Traveling together, opening the wilds with the sword, engaging the great demon of Holding Moon Mountain in a dangerous Sword Trial. (Note 3, Chapter 860: One on One)

The first disciple of the chief of Holding Moon, whose life-bound sword was “Resounding Echo,” held some of the powers of the “Imaginator” and “Echoer” among the Twelve High Gods.

Such made the young Hidden Official see his inner demons, the one who had gifted the Golden Soul to the sword-bearing boy Shen Wen, the City God, who questioned the Accountant’s reluctance to kill in Scroll Book Lake.

The appearance of the white-robed monk who had subdued the Heart Ape meant a challenge to his ideal of “Infallibility.”

And Qi Jingchun. A lady in green. “She” had no wish to obstruct, only to find an answer, which Dong Shui Jing had asked.

Why, if the mind held no distractions, was one place so far, and one so near?

The Old Daoist Master flicked his sleeve, scattering motes of Daoist energy. “Imagine, but a mere Immortal daring to block Chen Qingliu’s delivery of the executioner’s sword. Treating the Great Dao’s strife as a trifling matter.”

Xie Gou grinned. “Artful courage. A false alarm.”

“Had not others planted trees for later generations to enjoy, Qing Zhu’s temper being what it is, he would kill anyone who dared stand in his way.”

An Jade Pure swordsman, Yu Yue, dared to kill Qiu Zhi, for whom the Jade Regulations Sect held high hopes.

A Flying Ascension swordsman, Little Mo, would never do such a thing. If Little Mo would not, Chen Ping An certainly would not either.

Titles were both armor and burden.

Like the marketplace, in the depths of the Jianghu, the strong feared the ruthless, and the ruthless feared the mad.

Often, it was those with titles who died at the hands of madmen. Walking down the street, stabbed out of nowhere.

“Not so,” Xie Gou protested. “Were it not for such things, the Mountain Master, so cautious as he is, would hardly meddle in such matters.”

“Circling around me, are you?” The Old Daoist Master smiled.

Xie Gou laughed in response, inwardly grumbling.

Strange. Where did the Azure Cloud Master find such ire? Their Mountain Master had fared well in Lotus Root Blessing Ground, the old and the young, the host and the guest.

Seeing the girl in black flying towards them like a wheel, the Old Daoist Master’s expression softened. “Millet has arrived.”

Kong Hou, the white-haired boy, would never dare come here.

Millet had a task. She ran to the table, and pulled out melon seeds and dried fish. “Old Immortal Master, it’s been so long.”

The Old Daoist Master, ever meticulous, asked, “How long?”

Millet did not need to calculate. She gave the exact number of days. She had been thinking of the amiable Old Immortal Master.

The Old Daoist Master smiled, nodding. “You are thoughtful.”

Xie Gou was again amazed.

The Crumbling Mountain’s Right Protector was truly formidable. Even this was hospitality?

In the ancient times, whenever the Azure Cloud Master left Treasurefall Beach, and walked alone in the lands, she was famous for refusing to bend to anyone. One word out of place meant an unrelenting attack, only prefaced by a “Did I give you permission?”

Millet scratched her face, eyes darting about, unsure how to start.

The Old Daoist Master perceived her thoughts. “Tell the one they call Natural of Age-Ending Palace, that someone’s string-puppet, Xu Jun, has reached the Fourteenth Realm, bringing about a return to the Great Dao. In particular, Fei Ran and Guike, the two lovers, have joined as Dao partners, an alliance between Two Heavens that is unheard of in ten thousand years, granting tremendous aid. Someone’s disbandment is true, but they cannot truly die.

The military acts in precise progression. It is all within that person’s calculations. Wait for Liu Xianyang and She Yue to wed this coming May, then for your Mountain Master and the best of Colored Earth, Ning Yao, to become Dao partners, gather enough of such events, and someone can simply lie back and effortlessly return to the peak.”

Millet memorized the words, and would later relay the military report to the chronicler.

Xie Gou marveled. “So, Kong Hou’s Dao partner is so clever? No wonder our chronicler is so lacking in wit.”

“Times change,” the Old Daoist Master mused. “In the last ten thousand years, the strength of Qi Refiners has stagnated, but their wit has greatly increased. That partner of hers is full of hidden means.”

Xie Gou asked suddenly, “That invincible one, is he dead?”

The Old Daoist Master glanced at him askance.

Was the Yu Dou seated in White Jade Capital the same as the Yu Dou leading the swords?

Xie Gou said “Oh,” so he was not dead. What a shame.

“The last Dao gathering atop Hua Yang Palace in Earth Lung Mountain, hosted by Gao Gu, seemed to be a lesson on Dao techniques for Lower Five Realm Daoists, but held deeper meaning for those of higher talent.”

That one styled “Great Peak” Gao Gu, was recognized as the foremost Alchemist of the Azure Sky Above. There were three lectures, the first on the differences between immortal and mortal souls, the second on why the human form was so precious, how the 365 Qi Cavities formed a Bridge of Immortality, detailing the positioning of the Heir Apparent Mountain, how to open it, and how to best configure innate objects. The third was on Lu Chen’s Sword Discourse and On The Equality of All Things, speaking of their greatness and how they were to be realized.

Many had listened, with all fourteen continents able to tune in via Mirror Moon.

What they had not known, then, was that this gathering was both a lesson and a farewell. The Old Daoist Master’s vision had gleaned much, even he finding insight within.

Xie Gou’s eyes shone. “Higher Talent,” what modesty! The Azure Cloud Fellow could have spoken his name directly.

How convenient that sleep had brought a pillow, Xie Gou had been puzzling over how to teach Chai Wu.

The Old Daoist Master withdrew a Jade Slip and handed it to the strangely dressed maiden in the sable hat. “Safeguard it well.”

“Understood!” Xie Gou bowed low, respectfully receiving the slip with both hands.

The Old Daoist Master’s brow twitched. He had been on Crumbling Mountain for such a short time, and already displayed such behavior?

Xie Gou casually tossed the slip into his sleeve.

The Old Daoist Master said, “Tell Chen Mountain Master to cease his divination. With his unique station and poor talent, his calculations will be inaccurate and meaningless.”

Xie Gou, without thinking, protested, “Inaccurate? If he calculates good or bad, can’t he simply reverse the result? It’s not that simple. Is it a step backwards when it’s only a reference, a twisted sort of exhaustive enumeration, to eliminate a single possibility? He’s not all bad. What did you say? Since Old Friend and Little Mo are close…”.

She had nearly slipped up.

The Old Daoist Master was silent. Bai Jing was truly clever. He and Little Mo were a rare match, neither being the worse for it.

Only, his current state was far from Bai Jing’s true form.

Xie Gou was sheepish, for she had only spoken in defense of their Mountain Master.

The Old Daoist Master glanced towards a certain spot. “Chen Great Dao Friend, is this your undivided mind? Is this how you seclude yourself?”

Silence reigned in the Daoist hall in Fufeng Knoll. A phrase, carefully chosen for its stability and sincerity, finally emerged. “Senior, this is what I would call an unwavering faith, allowing one to both contain and release the spirit.”

The Old Daoist Master scoffed, then rose. Millet followed.

Xie Gou burped, and remained seated. She made a fist with both hands and bowed in farewell.

The Old Daoist Master produced a scroll, throwing it to Xie Gou. “Give it to the Chicken Soup Monk when you have the chance. A gift to celebrate his disciple’s successful union with the Dao.”

Xie Gou opened the scroll without hesitation. A painting with six stalks of bamboo and a great deal of empty space.

Two seals bore the inscription “Six Roots Purified” and “Thus I See.”

Xie Gou re-rolled the scroll, then said, “Can’t you give me a different gift?”

“If you cannot sleep with Little Mo, will you become a nun?”

The maiden in the sable hat quickly cursed and glared. “What are you saying? Do you curse me? You best believe I won’t let Little Mo drink with you again!”

The Old Daoist Master chuckled.

The tall figure vanished.

In the hall, Chen Ping An sat upon the Night-Wanderer Sword, clutching the red robe and laughing. “Chen Great Dao Friend!”

Chen Ping An remained unmoved.

The Daoist man wiped his eyes, stifling laughter. “When I am two levels above him, must I still be so respectful?”

“Even at the Fourteenth Realm,” Chen Ping An replied, “One must be respectful.”

The Daoist returned to his business.

Roughly a half-hour later, as expected, he came.

The Old Daoist Master appeared in the Tai Xu Realm.

Chen Ping An rose, bowing with a gesture of respect.

When Chen Ping An straightened, the Old Daoist Master waved a hand. “Spare the formalities, I did not come to Crumbling Mountain for bows.”

Chen Ping An was rendered speechless.

The Old Daoist Master did not waste words. “I will wander here for a while. Take it to heart, and examine yourself for omissions.”

The Old Daoist Master tossed a seal, large as a man’s fist. “Such objects are rare. Make two plain seals, and the remaining shards may serve as your carving fee.”

“In the jurisdiction of Blue-Green City within the White Jade Capital, there is a swordsman in the Qing Prefecture Kingdom named Fu Xuanjie, young and talented. He admires you greatly, especially having seen your lessons in Great Wood Temple. After you make the seals, inscribe three thousand words of Dao Ancestor, and the “With one’s spirit you will be able to achieve anything,” on its edge.

“On the edge of the other, inscribe whatever you like, even your doggerels.”

Chen Ping An summoned a shard of sword, grasped the tip, and used it as a chisel.

He sat on a cushion, a low table before him, a brazier emanating curls of smoke.

The table held odds and ends, Daoist texts, and dozens of talismans.

Chen Ping An’s first cut was difficult, showing the stone’s hardness.

He looked up. “It will take some time. Will you wait, Senior? Or shall Xie Gou deliver it to the Azure Sky Above?”

“The Confucian Temple and the White Jade Capital cannot hurry me. The former needs to watch the paths of two ferries, the latter cannot yet concern itself with me.”

Chen Ping An said nothing, expressionless. He carefully continued to carve.

Clearly, to the Old Daoist Master, the Confucian Temple was nothing but Li Sheng, and the White Jade Capital was just Yu Dou.

Chen Ping An focused, checking each cut. With such a witness, it would be foolish to skimp.

The Old Daoist Master idly flipped through the True Traces of Elixir, finding the last two pages to be blank.

He breathed upon the pages, and with two fingers, released the seals, revealing two talismans and a hundred-odd words of annotation.

Fortuitously, one of the talismans was named “Bridge of Immortality,” relating to Gao Gu’s lecture.

A Daoist’s Bridge of Immortality was an alliance of 565 Qi Cavities.

Humans were born with this alliance.

To draw a Great Talisman was the most difficult process. The more power the talisman held, the more the creator had to expend, whether in spirit energy, years of refinement, or even merits and fate.

Chen Ping An’s cuts grew bolder. He rested, rubbing his wrists. “Can these defenses withstand Wu Zhou’s assault?”

The Old Daoist Master did not answer. Instead, he picked up a talisman from the table and laughed. “Green Tung, a waste who tried to learn everything and mastered nothing. Still, his talent for talismans is tolerable. He learned this ‘Sudden Talisman’ from Lu the Third. At least two or three hundred years to get an imitation that is similar. Lu took this skill from his master’s ‘Thousand Year Bridge’, which was already a second-grade trace. Green Tung’s copy has one more degree of inaccuracy, and you have muddied it.”

The Old Daoist Master then took “Truth Talisman” created by the Lu Clan. “If Wu Zhou arrives in the Land of Vastness, these messy tricks of yours, combined with this barely passable Corpse Cutting Talisman, when used can save your life. Before your body is destroyed the talisman will replace and will take it. The same for all three. Three talisman will lose one state in the level of cultivation. Enough to support until someone comes to save you. On the premise that Wu Zhou only seizes treasure, not killing people. At the same time, it is impossible to catch Xiao Fuzi and go to the Confucian Temple to work at the Virtue Forest.”

“Is it possible for Wu Zhou to destroy all six?”

“Or what do you think? Does Wu Zhou have the leisure to play hide-and-seek with you?”

Chen Ping An resumed his work.

The Old Daoist Master then took three large talismans. “Lu the Third’s Moon Chase, Wu Shuangjiang’s Jade Axe, and this Daylight Ascension Treasure Register! Amazing, a backwater youth now helps others follow the Dao. Such a lavish investment, even the Jade Green Registers are used! You mean to combine them,疊陣為一, and help the little Daoist ascend?”

Chen Ping An, without looking up, replied, “Commissioned by another to do a good deed.”

“Why not learn from Mr. Three Mountain Nine Marquis?”

“I cannot.”

The Old Daoist Master shook his head.

Chen Ping An understood. “Senior Li once taught that the human body has 639 muscles, which are the mountains and dragon veins of the heavens. The more mountains a martial artist opens…”

The Old Daoist Master cut him off. “Spare me the martial arts discourse. Ponder it yourself. Do not seek validation from me.”

Chen Ping An carved in silence. Two plain seals had finally been made. Quite a bit of waste remained.

“You may inscribe them.”

Chen Ping An hesitated. “Three Thousand Words must be written in one breath. I cannot. Not yet.”

“You will not carve without my agreement?” The Old Daoist Master marveled, “Chen Mountain Master is truly one who bears no grudges.”

Chen Ping An was helpless. He had not expected the stone to be so hard. Sweat poured down his face.

“You may keep that seal for now. Deliver it to Fu Xuanjie yourself, the next time you go to the Azure Sky Above.”

Chen Ping An was relieved. He did not dare risk carving three thousand words, but a limerick on the edge of the other seal was no problem! A slight mistake could be called artistic!

“Determine the number of words for the edges,” the Old Daoist Master instructed. “You may even leave it blank. But Fu Xuanjie has asked for something, and I must take it with me.”

Chen Ping An was silent. “What is it?”

He missed Little Mo. She would have known what to do.

“A simple phrase.”

Chen Ping An said quickly, “Can I buy the seal instead?”

“Can you afford it?”

“Can I pay it on credit?”

“What do you think?”

Chen Ping An wanted to say that it was no problem.

The Old Daoist Master narrowed his eyes and stroked his beard.

Chen Ping An was weary. “Which phrase?”

He missed Little Mo. She would have been great if she was around.

The Old Daoist Master said, “Fu Xuanjie of the Azure Sky Above and Chen Ping An of the Land of Vastness were born in the same year, month, and day.”

Chen Ping An felt his scalp prickle. He wiped the sweat from his brow. What a chore.

What was the point of asking? Fu Xuanjie must be a woman.

He had been tricked before by Gao Jun and Zhong Qian.

Chen Ping An tried again. “Can it be changed? Can it be shorter? Like, ‘Both Swordsmen’?”

“Or I could stay here longer. Chen Mountain Master helps others follow the Dao, and I will protect you. Would that not make a fine mountain tale?”

Chen Ping An frowned.

The Old Daoist Master smiled. “Then it shall be changed.”

Chen Ping An was relieved.

The Old Daoist Master said, “Fu Xuanjie of the Azure Sky Above and Chen Ping An of the Land of Vastness are both swordsmen, born in the same year, month, and day.”

Chen Ping An fell backwards, propping his feet on the table.

Do as you like. I refuse to serve.

****

When Chen Ping An had seen Yu Xuan in the Bright Moon, Chen Ping An begged Three Pages that could hide.

As a request to The Dao, the Old Daoist showed his power on his limbs, and drew three Small Talismans and Night-Sailing Ship宝籙 (night-Sailing Talisman). All to grant Chen Friends.

The Three souls inside Talismans of Xuan are hidden. Chen Ping An now is an Immortal, equivalent to an immortal in Mountain Sect. To trick a玉璞境 it could.

The number of Talismans is many. The Tao cannot display such a number in front of Friend Chen.

At the time, Yu Xuan didn’t ask where the souls are going.

This reason is why The Old Daoist at Crumbling Mountain mocks Chen Master.

Three Tiny green men sat on three ship smaller than mustard seeds, heading toward the sea of south and 桐叶洲中部大渎，北俱芦洲的琼林宗。

Arriving at the site, 陈平安 didn’t drive his ship to the shore. Instead, 陈平安 found several huge fishing lines as thick as a well. Several small beings are fishing. Their technique is similar to 水刘厢. After some time, Chen Ping An found a huge fish has hooked. Just before the small being pull the line, the tiny boat goes into the mouth of the fish.

原来海鱼都已经被钩脱走。
Chen Ping An cursed inside his heart, returning to find another fish to hook. Waiting for someone to fish it out.

And the small being on the shore, is excited and disappointed even though he hooked nothing. He repeated that he found a huge fish.

听岸上的对话，陈平安已经记住了这傢伙的名字，叫贺不弱。

苦等， 陈平安想上岸，。

As it turns out, as long as an仙 doesn’t use his spirit power, he will be considered the same.

Finally Chen Ping An was able to find a dumb fish to reside in, but the fisherman hated the fish and threw it back in the water.

He cried as he went.
贺宗师，你玩我呢？
你不是柳筋境，是仙人境吧？

Because贺宗师 was able to get another fish and threw it into the桶

陈平安察觉到有两次阵法涟漪。雨龙宗总算重了。

It is common to see new sects come and go. 纳兰彩焕 like this.

掌律云签一担心纳兰彩焕会不胜其烦，云签打算替纳兰彩焕 挡客，让纳兰宗主专心练剑。

纳兰彩焕却让云签一边呆着去。云签, 登门的都是钱啊！

The most beauty came from 长城

云签这辈子用过的衣裙、首饰脂粉，加在一起的数量，可能都没纳兰彩焕在短短一个月内更换得多。

Today, the discussed thing to discuss is how to开辟海市

纳兰宗主穿了一身宫样妆容，头别一支碧玉簪。

如今祖师堂，分成了新旧两个阵营，两座山头。

纳兰彩焕以带来一大笔嫁妆

陈平安的亲身传闻说自己要将那剑气长城的罗真意，司徒蔚然，一并拥入怀中。

其实已经是一位玉璞境剑修的纳兰彩焕，对公关宣称自己是元婴境瓶颈而已，知晓此事的，暂时只有掌律云签。

如果不是纳兰彩焕带来这拨心腹娘家人，在云签手上重建的雨龙宗，可说处境凄凉。

尤其是那位出自旧碧玉岛的老元婴供奉，如今转去占据羽化岛了，这个叫田粟的家伙，当云签找到他的时候，竟然说要与她结为道侣，都不用分家了，夫妻一起壮大雨龙宗。云签觉得面子上过不去，传出去不好听，双共度春宵几晚。也就是性格软弱又身处困境的云签，好说话，不然换成任何一位玉璞境的宗字头一把手，遇到个敢这么不知死活的元婴境，不说的场打杀，也该将其驱逐出境了。

所以纳兰彩焕后来说她是典型的纸面修。

纳兰彩焕坐在居中的宗主位置上，打着哈欠，听着下边的议事，她实在提不起精神。

都是掌律云签和泉府的头把交椅在那边谈事情

纳兰彩焕看了眼那个雨龙宗的四把手，首席供奉田粟，后者正襟危坐，如临大敌，而且目不斜视。

如今这个老色胚算是彻底老实了。

只因为作为新任宗主的纳兰彩焕，前不久大驾光临，主动做客羽仙岛，一照面，她都没寒暄半句，那位作为东道主、着急忙慌赶来迎接的老元婴，就挨了一剑。

纳兰彩焕问了一句，懂了吗？

老元婴稳住身形，思量片刻，默然点。

纳兰彩焕再问一句，给你个机会，要不要退出雨龙宗？

纳兰彩焕没说话。

老元婴就说自己愿意留在雨龙宗。没跟新宗主表忠心，也没说什么豪言壮语。

纳兰彩焕的生意头脑，不是一般的好。

最后纳兰彩焕笑眯眯提醒对方，以后再敢在祖师堂议事期间，朝著云签掌律的衣口里边钻，就把你的三条腿都剁掉。

当时身旧碧玉岛的掌律祖师，赵存，就只能是旁观，不敢反驳。

等到纳兰彩焕离去，过了1个时辰， 赵存依言不发。

纳兰彩焕的生意头脑，不是一般的好。

金丹便问道：「那边的剑修，都这样吗？」

田粟轻咳，笑道：「也不全是。」

据说在春幡斋，第一个死的，不是那拨闹事的船主、管事，差就是属于剑气长城自己人的某位女子剑仙。

而这位女子剑仙，就是纳兰彩焕，差一剑砍死老元婴的新宗主。

几句嘴花花的，云签不认真，不信。

纳兰彩焕绝对不能在暗中勾结蛮荒畜生

纳兰彩焕坐在椅子上，只留下了掌律云签。

云签见宗主不说话，就陪着发呆。

纳兰彩焕想起洗冤人和西山剑隐.

云签摇摇头，闻所未闻。

纳兰彩焕皱眉道：「当在金甲洲，有个剑修找到过我，想拉我入伙。」

云签总有一种鸿运当头。

云签听过之后，道：「宗主当时为何不答应他们？」

她再不懂生意门道，也还是知道一个粗浅的山上道理，一新的财源，往往最早自某个消息。

纳兰彩焕：「我是个满身铜臭的生意人，不管跟谁做买卖，只认得一个宗旨，任何好处，都是要付出同等价格的。不在钱上计较，就要在人情上结账了。今天从谁身上占著的便宜，很容易就是明儿还回去的亏。他们越是不谈钱，我就越心慌。」

所以我就问他们怎么不去找齐廷济和陆芝

纳兰彩焕机笑道：「齐廷济和陆芝没，没用。没找到米裕，可能找隐官。

说到这里，纳兰彩焕嘻嘻望向自家掌律祖师。

云签微笑道：「纳兰宗主，还喜欢他吗？」

纳兰彩焕咬牙切齿道：「喜欢这种床上床外都是绣花枕头的银样鑞枪头做什么。」

云签愣了愣。

纳兰彩焕摆摆手，「老娘可没跟他滚过被单，听来小道消息。」

纳兰彩焕跟米裕是一个辈分、差不多年龄的剑修，这麻烦。

要不然那叫鸡犬升天了.

对米裕动心，至多就是馋他的身子。

纳兰彩焕当年永远要比米裕低一到两个境界，追赶不及。

等到 米裕跻身了 玉璞境，纳兰彩焕离开倒悬山之前，也才是元婴境。

等都浩然天下这边， 纳兰彩焕终跻身了玉璞境，不料很快就得到消息，那家伙也破境了，竟然是一位