Beneath the luminous moon and whispering winds atop the mountain, lay a sprawling metropolis ablaze with lanterns, echoing with song and awash in the scent of aged wine.

Clad in verdant robes, carrying the faint aroma of the sea, he reached the summit of the towering peak. His gaze swept across the panorama, seeking, finding the familiar aura of Zheng Dafeng. He effortlessly breached the layered enchantments, stepping onto the high pavilion’s balcony.

Zheng Dafeng greeted him with a resounding high-five, his face alight with joy. “You arrived sooner than I dared hope!”

It was but the waning hours of the first watch, still shy of midnight. “Today” had yet to pass, signifying that Chen Ping’an had endured and overcome the celestial tribulation. His morrow, and the very path of his Great Dao, now stretched before him, boundless in possibility.

Releasing his grip, Chen Ping’an offered a courteous apology to the mountain’s spirit, a woman of palpable majesty. “My Lady Yin, Mountain Sovereign, I come unbidden, and trust my presence does not unduly disrupt your tranquility.”

Turning to Zheng Dafeng, he offered a brief explanation. “My safe passage through this ordeal was not achieved through my own strength alone, for I possess no such mastery.”

Zheng Dafeng waved a dismissive hand. “I care not who or what aided you, whether by strength or guile! My sole concern is to return you, whole and hale, to Fallen Peak, ensuring I may face my niece-by-marriage with a clear conscience.”

Yin Ni’s brow furrowed. “You are Chen Ping’an?” she inquired, her voice ringing with authority. “Why do you bear no trace of the Dao?”

Chen Ping’an smiled faintly. “I am the Dali National Preceptor who brought about the demise of Yin Ji and Yin Miao, father and son.”

Zheng Dafeng, knowing Chen Ping’an’s reputation for chivalry, felt a flicker of concern for Yin Ni’s well-being.

He recalled Cui Dongshan’s parting words at the Crown Prince’s manor – “rectifying origins” – a phrase intended not only for Crown Prince Yin Mi, but for Yin Ni atop her mountain as well.

As for the venerable Master Han’s thunderous pronouncements, their meaning was unmistakable. The great ribboned Yin clan seeks redress from the Temple of Literature? Nay! Whether the surname of the Great Ribboned kingdom shall remain Yin come dawn is very much in doubt.

And the Junior Deputy Grand Secretary, striking a pose of championing the people, remained ignorant of Master Han’s arrival to the Great Ribboned capital. The intervention sought to avert a private feud between Fallen Peak and the entire Great Ribboned Dynasty, stemming from the national vendetta between Dali Song and Great Ribboned Yin. This formed one reason for Master Han’s thunderous rage, for the Great Ribboned literati, adept with the quill, had ascended to the heart of the court, yet proven not only wicked, but imbecilic. And amongst the Great Ribboned officials participating in the consultations, few lacked entirely self-serving motives.

To his surprise, Yin Ni declared, “I hold no concern for the lives of those two. The Great Ribboned Dynasty has no shortage of Yins. For centuries, the city I personally molded and built, matters not who dons the dragon robes, who occupies the dragon throne – the Great Ribboned Dynasty remains the Great Ribboned Dynasty. I am merely curious – how did you triumph over Zhou Mi?”

Chen Ping’an ignored her, gazing instead upon the city’s radiant spectacle. Every detail, every nuance within the metropolis lay bared before his eyes. “Is Jiang Shangzhen not within the city?” he queried.

Zheng Dafeng stroked his chin, his gaze lingering on Yin Ni’s comely visage. “My brothers have their appointed tasks. I remain here to share the splendor with Lady Yin, while Great White Goose attends to Master Han, and Deputy Mountain Master Jiang confronts National Preceptor Liu Rao with some choice words.”

He scrutinized Yin Ni’s expressions for he knew a truth: that mountain spirits, upon encountering Chen Ping’an, would experience an uncontrollable surge of “emotion,” a potent brew of love or hatred.

Should it be loathing, it would be simple, given Yin Ni’s status and cultivation. Surely, she could not truly harm Chen Ping’an. But if her heart harbored… then Chen Ping’an would become his own formidable rival!

After inquiring of Zheng Dafeng the precise location of National Preceptor Liu Rao’s sanctum, Chen Ping’an joined two fingers, tracing a talisman of spatial displacement. It shimmered with golden light as he tossed it into the air, vaulting over the balcony rail. He stepped upon the talisman, and vanished from sight, making directly for the outskirts of the capital. With a flick of his wrist, he shattered the layers of illusion and bewilderment shrouding the hidden sanctum, emerging beside the ancient locust tree.

Zheng Dafeng chuckled. “My Lady Yin, I possess some small understanding of talismanic arts as well. In truth, I taught Chen Ping’an this very art of spatial displacement! The lad is quick to learn.”

Yin Ni remained silent, her bearing now one of aloof loveliness, as if she had taken possession of human “cold elegance.”

Zheng Dafeng was almost bewitched by what he saw, shook his head, immediately changed strategy, said: “Since Lady Yin has knowledge of architecture, then it so happens, I am an undisputed master in this field, a worthy founder of the sect. Take the Fallen Peak landscape for example, it is all my handiwork. Some visitors of Fallen Peak, such as Bai Ye, Yu Xuan, Xin Ji’an and more, all have heaped praises…”

Yin Ni lightly stirred the air with her silken fan, causing strands of black hair to dance. “Surname Zheng, do you know how to not exaggerate?”

Zheng Dafeng roared with laughter. Affection lies beneath taunting words – he was sure she was moved.

Earlier, the swordsmen paid homage with three sticks of incense, and then departed, she knew the grand plan for tonight has been decided.

Zheng Dafeng said, “Xian You roamed for many years and didn’t completely lose her intelligence because she had the care of that Yin clan ancestral locust tree?”

Yin Ni nodded.

Zheng Dafeng asked suspiciously, “Why didn’t you mention this? I guessed it. If it was someone else, they may have missed this important detail. Then, with Qi Tingji and Lu Zhi’s personalities, your Great Ribboned would be in great danger, with risk of the dynasty ending.”

Yin Ni said, “Among the Great Ribboned people, how much are of the Yin surname? Even if there are more swordsmen from Sword Qi Great Wall, no matter how high their killing power is, this is still Middle Earth Divine Continent. Furthermore, Vice Chief Han has already reached the capital ahead of time.”

What the Mountain Sovereign of Central Peak implied was that even if the group of swordsmen sought to vent their anger and massacred Yin descendants in the Great Ribboned capital, even the “orthodox” descendants of the Grand Ancestor and Grand Ancestor, along with the distant relatives, it would only amount to some three hundred people.

Zheng Dafeng laughed, “The emperor Yin Ji was ill-fated and had to provoke Fallen Peak, Great Ribboned Yin is fortunate within misfortune.”

Yin Ni said, “That is good.”

The Great Ribboned capital at the foot of the mountain has always been called Mountain Sovereign Yin Ni’s “city at her skirt” by Middle Earth Divine Continent.

The Mountain Spirit is completely different from cultivation people, the latter seeks to stay away from mortal dust, while the former has the deepest entanglement with mortals.

Day after day, year after year, listening to the voices of countless pilgrims, witnessing the rights and wrongs of the mortal world. Over time, Yin Ni and others easily develop a heavy sense of exhaustion.

When worldly affections are strong, love is expressed, flowers are gathered, everything seems right and good.

However, over the centuries, the Yin descendants came here seeking fame, fortune, high position, wealth, many sons, good fortune, no sickness, no disaster… they wanted everything.

Yin Ni suddenly asked, “If we talk about heaven and earth as a great furnace, what is being refined? Is it the seven emotions and six desires of mortal scholars? Is it the cycle of life and death of sentient beings? Is it the golden bodies of mountain spirits or the Dao hearts of cultivators?”

Zheng Dafeng smiled, “You should ask this big question to him.”

Yin Ni thought of the magnificent picture she saw earlier, murmuring: “Has he seen the Dao?”

Zheng Dafeng clapped his hands in frustration, he was too happy just now and forgot to ask Chen Ping’an about the specifics.

It was truly too much to ask, not to mention seeing Chen Ping’an coming here in good health, even if he was a sick man who needed constant medicine, Zheng Dafeng would accept it.

Zheng Dafeng tentatively said, “Elder Sister Yin, do you have a secret method to contact Wei Bo immediately? I want to report the good news to Fallen Peak.”

Yin Ni shook her head, “I can’t reach that Night Tour Divine Sovereign.”

Zheng Dafeng thought over and over, and finally decided to use the Three Mountains Talisman to return to Fallen Peak, and report the safety of Mountain Master Chen Ping’an to those who care about him!

Yin Ni suddenly asked, “Am I truly the reincarnation of that person?”

Zheng Dafeng couldn’t help but laugh, teasing, “She wouldn’t have that as what, that as what filled on her mouth.”

Yin Ni glared at the unkempt man.

No matter how beautiful a young girl is, she cannot be enchanting.

The capital of a large dynasty is almost always a city that never sleeps.

Qi Tingji and more than ten other swordsmen each wandered around. Those who loved to drink went to bustling restaurants, those who liked quiet went to closed temples. Those who wanted to see the excitement squatted on the walls to watch two Jianghu gangs fight each other on the street with knives. In a nearby alley, the yamen officials who accepted the money had already hired people to prepare water carts and wooden buckets, waiting for them to finish fighting before cleaning up. A group of literati in the house next door were practicing communicating to immortals. Not far away, there were wandering Daoists chanting spells to catch ghosts. They were thrown out of the house by a gust of demonic wind, and soft laughter came from the beams of the ancient house…

Old Deaf was the most attentive. He searched the Great Ribboned capital for good cultivation seeds, and brought them back to Huaying Peak if he found them.

Was poaching unkind? If I, the second seat of Fallen Peak, gets upset, even the imperial palace will be torn down and the Yin family tombs will be dug up.

Lu Zhi ordered a bowl of stewed noodles at a roadside stall in the night market. She always felt that when she looked up, she could see a short man with a bamboo hat and a bamboo knife on his waist standing there, flicking his hair, smiling and saying one or two earthy jokes.

In the Great Ribboned National Preceptor’s private place of cultivation, the ancient locust candle illuminated the entire place of cultivation with golden brilliance.

Liu Rao asked his disciple to bring a long bench for the guest, and Jiang Shangzhen thanked the little girl. He shook his robe and sat down freely.

The clothes and appearance of the people in this place at the moment have waves of candlelight rippling on them, like a golden sculpting technique.

Jiang Shangzhen smiled and asked: “Liu Rao, the sky of Great Ribboned is falling, and you are the national preceptor, don’t you care? Why are you hiding here in silence? What, did you predict that I would come and planned to die to serve the monarch?”

The girl was stunned, was her master actually the Great Ribboned National Preceptor? If her master can be the national preceptor, then is the Great Ribboned, claimed to be the sixth dynasty of the vast world, filled with hot air?

Liu Rao smiled, “About half of a country’s pillar of Qi Luck has collapsed, there is so much commotion outside, even if I am not an Ascension Realm, even if I am not a national preceptor, just a Celestial or Jade purity, I will still sense it. As for mountain speculation, it is not my specialty, I didn’t calculate that friend would visit tonight.”

Jiang Shangzhen was dubious, “I have a friend who says you have dull cultivation aptitude, and are a rotten wood that cannot be carved, did you cultivate Dao after the rain?”

Liu Rao nodded, “I took a shortcut.”

Jiang Shangzhen asked, “The Great Ribboned Dynasty’s Qi Luck pillar hasn’t directly collapsed because the national preceptor secretly took action to support it, and lost a lot of Dao lines because of it, right?”

Liu Rao said, “It’s not a great feat, I am eating the king’s food so I do the king’s work.”

Jiang Shangzhen laughed, “Can Liu Rao keep the Ascension Realm after this battle?”

Liu Rao said, “Facing a formidable enemy, we must make a show of force.”

Jiang Shangzhen nodded, “Hard work.”

Liu Rao calmly said, “Anyway, I have already come to this world, I want to seriously walk this journey whether it’s suffering or happiness.”

Liu Rao was a strange person. He liked to play in the mortal world, and regarded the most powerful national preceptor as a honorary title similar to that of a Grand Commandant. The old man often went out to travel, worked as a Jianghu fortune teller wandering around, helping people to tell their fortunes, often set up stalls at the intersection to break down characters and calculate luck, and gave people detailed predictions of their fleeting years. He also made candied figures wandering around the streets and alleys, sold sorghum wine in the market, and even worked as a porter on the Mountain Road of the Central Peak for several years.

Because he always deeply loved that Mountain Sovereign Yin, he went to the Yuxiao Palace on the mountain to burn incense when he was young, and saw the lifelike colored statue, fell in love at first sight, and deeply rooted his love.

When he was young, he mistakenly thought that he could win her favor if he was prominent in his career, but even when Liu Rao became a Celestial and became the national preceptor, and went to Yuxiao Palace to fast and pray for rain for the emperor, Yin Ni was still courteous to him.

In addition to being disappointed, the old man would occasionally use a slightly vulgar local dialect to sarcastically say, “No dick to play with.”

Jiang Shangzhen turned his head and asked with a smile, “May I ask what is your name, Miss?”

The girl was obviously the type who was tough at home, but when she saw outsiders, she was shy and said softly, “My name is Jin Li.”

Another guest came to the door, and Deputy Chief Jiang immediately got up to welcome him. Liu Rao suddenly held his breath. The other party clearly didn’t show any murderous intent, but Liu Rao already showed some signs of unstable Dao heart.

Chen Ping’an went straight to the point, “How about changing both the national surname and the national preceptor? Liu Rao, what do you think?”

Liu Rao said, “It’s a cure for the symptoms, not the root cause. In less than ten or twenty years, Great Ribboned will still be Great Ribboned. It seems like a big commotion, but National Preceptor Chen and the swordsmen will leave and be done with it, other than relieving anger it has no meaning.”

“The Great Ribboned Dynasty, which has obtained the throne unjustly, had a bad start. The founding emperor privately weaved dragon robes and bullied a pair of orphans and widows to obtain the country.”

“If the Great Ribboned Dynasty wants to truly change its appearance from a seemingly huge, bloated, fake strength, to one that is awe-inspiring and vigorous, with hard bones… people must die, blood must be seen!”

“Who will be the emperor next, I have the final say.”

Liu Rao’s answer surprised Jiang Shangzhen and immediately looked at him with new respect, but what does he intend to do?

Sure enough, Liu Rao said, “I have studied the art of embroidering tigers for twenty years, and I consider myself to have some understanding.”

Chen Ping’an sat beside Jiang Shangzhen and smiled, “It is indeed some understanding.”

Liu Rao raised one hand, “You don’t have to take action, and you don’t have to bear any infamy, only because the blood on my Liu Rao’s hands will only kill more people. Royal relatives, Beijing officials, border troops, and cultivators will all be present. What I want is the rebellion in various places, I want to see the blood of ambitious people, and I want to see loyal ministers who are dedicated to the country. I want to use life and death as a sieve, and select the true Great Ribboned civil and military officials within twenty years, the pillars of the country.”

Jiang Shangzhen praised him, it would be a pity for Liu Rao not to be an emperor, let alone a national preceptor.

Chen Ping’an remained unmoved, and just asked with a smile, “If you really saw Yin Ni, would you be able to speak smoothly?”

Liu Rao was stunned for a moment, and immediately admitted defeat.

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Zheng Dafeng returned to Fallen Peak, first went to the house at the foot of the mountain, did not knock on the door, and listened to the young Daoist’s thunderous snoring for a while.

Then went to the Still Sword Lake. He first told Ning Yao, who was guarding the gate for Zhu Su, that Chen Ping’an was fine and the matter was really settled.

Ning Yao sat in the bamboo chair under the eaves of the thatched cottage, and let out a long breath. After the relief, she finally showed a sense of exhaustion.

Zheng Dafeng vigorously rubbed his face and smiled, “Don’t bear grudges against Celestial Wei Daoist. Of course, this first Daoist of the world is indeed taking the responsibility of suppressing Chen Ping’an’s great Dao on behalf of the world. If there is a slight mistake, Chen Ping’an may be suppressed by ‘him’. Even if we think about it afterwards, Chen Ping’an’s decision was truly done in a way where ‘heaven doesn’t know, earth doesn’t know, you don’t know, and he doesn’t know’, whoever knows the truth will not be scared?”

Ning Yao nodded.

Zheng Dafeng stood up, “I will chat with Wei Bo and Great Sword Immortal Mi to reassure them.”

In the middle of the night, an emergency meeting was convened in the bamboo building of Fallen Peak, and Chen Lingjun, who belonged to the Night Snack faction, was also called to the bamboo building by Warm Tree to “attend”.

Everyone sat together at the stone table, and put out the nine maps of the vast world, as well as the popular fairy books that specialize in writing about the customs and scenery of the mountains of various continents.

As the leader, Guo Zhujiu also brought the deputy helmsman, to help out.

Pei Qian first drew a rough route on the map of Treasure Bottle Continent, according to the plan that Chen Lingjun and Zheng Dafeng had previously discussed, which was to go south, similar to the route that Mountain Lord took on his first southern tour. For example, after passing through the Caiyi Kingdom, follow the dragon road and take a ferry boat to the newly built Old Dragon City… As for the specific route choices outside of “roughly”, the principle is just two words: fate.

Chen Lingjun pointed to the southernmost part of the map and said softly, “Pei Qian, also circle this place. The ten miles of lotus flowers in Old Dragon City were rebuilt by Great Sword Immortal Mi at his own expense. Before we board the cross-continental ferry to Tongye Continent, we must go there to take a look. When the time comes, we will send a letter back to Great Sword Immortal Mi so that he can know whether the Fu family of Old Dragon City has paid attention, and whether they have withheld money and embezzled public funds… I forgot that Mi Yu is going to the wild, which is a bit troublesome. I don’t know what the price of flying sword transmissions there is. We have to keep an eye on the expenses when we go out. I will go to Mi Yu to ask for some immortal money, with refunds for overpayments and supplements for underpayments. We will not earn half a copper coin from our own brothers.”

The green-clothed boy went quickly and came back quickly, with a sad face, and didn’t even flick his sleeves. It turned out that when he found Mi Yu, the bastard was sitting alone on the steps drinking, and directly rewarded him with a word to get lost, and said that he only had one life, but no money.

Chen Lingjun was not annoyed. When he went to the wild, he was more than a million miles away from his hometown and far away from the Ao fish back. It was human nature for Mi Yu, a playboy among the flowers, to worry.

Mi Yu was in a bad mood, naturally because he was worried about the subtle situation here in Fallen Peak. Xiao Mo and Xie Gou had both fallen in realm, and the Hidden Official had fallen to the point where he could no longer fall. Mi Yu was still worried.

So he was hesitant whether to replace Xiao Mo, who was about to retreat, and serve as a martyr.

It was just that he had made an appointment with Qi Tingji to go to the wild together, and he had already made the harsh words of “washing the sword,” so it was not good to change the itinerary casually. Mi Yu was drinking sullenly over there, using wine to relieve his sorrow.

Cultivators have a long life and ignore the cold and heat, but the so-called clean heart and few desires and cutting off the mortal world is just talk. It is estimated that they are also afraid that they will suddenly realize that they are the only one left who knows about this matter back then.

Therefore, when Mi Yu temporarily learned that there was another celestial tribulation that the Hidden Official needed to bear independently, Mi Yu was extremely worried.

People with delicate and sentimental minds will naturally only make their sorrow greater when they use wine to relieve their sorrow. Is it true that love is always troubled by ruthlessness? That is not necessarily true.

Mi Yu leaned back and looked at the bright moon in the sky, raised the sword-raising gourd and wine pot named Hao Liang in his hand, blocking the bright moon in front of him.

Mi Yu turned his head and found that the reclusive Wei Accountant didn’t know why, but had come here to sit down.

The books of Wei Accountant have their own beautiful ladies, which is a completely different “view” from the books of Mi Yu, Zheng Dafeng, and Celestial Wei Daoist.

Wei Wenlong’s impression was that he was taciturn and not good at words. He faced account books and numbers all day long, but on this moonlit night, he couldn’t help but speak his mind.

“When I was young, I often went to pawn shops and pharmacies, and was treated coldly and regarded as an ominous broom star.”

“A pair of small straw sandals traveled back and forth between the mountains and fields and home, and suffered a lot. His hands and feet were covered with calluses.”

“We have only heard about this kind of taste. After suffering, the journey is bumpy, but he said that no one has it easy.”

Mi Yu immediately put away the sword-raising gourd, sat up, and was very surprised. He thought that Wei Wenlong was the kind of bookworm who knew nothing but accounting.

Mi Yu asked, “Want a drink?”

Wei Wenlong waved his hand, he didn’t drink, and he really didn’t like alcohol.

“Being able to have a skill to make a living is a very lucky thing. I cherish it very much. I thank the ancestors for giving me this job, so I respect the heavens, and I am grateful for my master’s teaching without asking for anything in return, so I respect my master. In the same way, I really like this Fallen Peak, where everyone has a clear heart, so I thank the earth.”

“You don’t feel dissatisfied because my Dao power is low but I occupy a high position, but you are very polite to me. I want to sincerely thank you for your understanding and tolerance.”

Mi Yu was confused by Wei Wenlong’s sincere words.

Great Sword Immortal Mi held back for a long time, and only blurted out a sentence, “Accountant Wei, I couldn’t tell before, you are very talented.”

Wei Wenlong also held back for a long time. I am sincerely telling you my thoughts, and you are responding with something sarcastic? Accountant Wei said with a straight face, “Thank you for the praise, Great Sword Immortal Mi.”

The Order Enforcer Chang Ming also happened to be walking here, but there was no polite greeting. The two sides just nodded to each other.

Zheng Dafeng ran all the way from the foot of the mountain to here, and sat down next to Mi Yu, said, “Great Sword Immortal Mi just go to the wild battlefield with peace of mind.”

Mi Yu asked in surprise and apprehension, “Are you sure?”

Zheng Dafeng smiled, “The dust has settled, that’s 100% true.”

Earlier on the sea, when he passed by the Dragon Rest Platform, Zheng Dafeng saw a few figures. He didn’t recognize some of them, but he could guess who they were.

They were Liu Xiang, Chen Qingliu, and Wang Zhu, who looked depressed. And a Three Mountains Nine Marquis who looked young.

At that time, Chen Qingliu asked with a smile, “If the apocalyptic era is really created by Zhou Mi alone, what should we do?”

I remember that when I was young and energetic, I once made some bold words.

You Daoists who don’t burp, fart, or shit, spend your whole lives cultivating immortality and seeking longevity. You only know that the world is rolling and the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, so you want to hide in the deep mountains and lakes, but you don’t know that you may be making fake pills and cultivating fake Dao. You don’t know how to turn suffering into joy. You don’t know what is a priceless treasure, you don’t know what is heaven and earth, you don’t know who is God, you don’t know the difference between God’s will and people’s hearts. You have cultivated Dao magic and immortal arts for a lifetime, but you still don’t know the word celestial.

Liu Xiang smiled, “What can we do? Braid straw sandals.”

Wang Zhu smiled knowingly.

This is probably a joke that only local cultivators of the Treasure Bottle Continent would understand.

Wang Zhu’s reckless behavior caused her to lose a lot of Dao lines. As for how the Temple of Literature in Middle Earth will punish her for moving the East Sea Water Transport without authorization, Wang Zhu doesn’t care.

But she has never felt so at ease. For example, even if she is standing next to Chen Qingliu at this moment, she is no longer afraid. When she thinks of that hometown and story, she is no longer worried.

The Three Mountains Nine Marquis said, “Believe that as long as there is a land immortal in the world, as long as there is a ghost in the Yang world, only there is a clay statue spirit in the temple that can open its eyes and look at people’s hearts. The human world is still the human world.”

In this world where people’s hearts are constantly changing, too many people think that they are completely justified, but too few dare to say that they are truly good people.

I remember that ten thousand years ago, there were ancient Daoists asking what would happen in the future by the bonfire, the swordsmen knew the answer but did not say anything.

Counting from now, what will the people’s hearts and the world be like in about ten thousand years? I guess A Liang will see some of them with his own eyes, right?

On a canal, on a bridge called Gongchen Bridge, there was a short man with a stubble face, with his arms crossed, staring for a long time, looking blankly at the prosperous night scene with fish lanterns hanging in the streets and alleys, looking at the strange clothes worn by the women, coming and going. He waited for a while, and then asked a beautiful elder sister passing by, is there a place called Longquan here?

The woman’s eyes were strange and she couldn’t understand what he was saying at all. He raised his hand and wrote the two characters “Longquan” in the air. She smiled sweetly, nodded, and pointed in a direction.

The woman just thought that the calligraphy was too… awkward. It took her a long time to confirm the place name. She thought again, could it be a clumsy trick to strike up a conversation?

The man was in high spirits, my calligraphy skills are really awesome, sure enough, I can go anywhere without fear. He didn’t care whether the woman could understand what he was saying, he clasped his fists and smiled.

The woman looked embarrassed, smiled, and left silently. The man understood and raised his arms and flicked his hair, sure enough, it depends on your face no matter where you go!

Find a place to drink!

The woman walked down Gongchen Bridge and couldn’t help but look back at the strange man.

I still couldn’t understand what he said just now, I guess it was a self-introduction.

“This girl, my name is A Liang, Liang of kindness, I am a swordsman.”

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In Dali Capital, Little Shami Houjue went to donate sesame oil money to the temple.

In that immortal inn, the two managers Zhou Haijing and Gai Yan began to calculate today’s income. After a calculation, they found that they had earned two more Lesser Heat coins than yesterday. They looked at each other and smiled.

Zhou Haijing’s state of mind was different now. In fact, except for her, the rest of the Earthly Branches cultivators were very confident in cultivation.

Since the strength, killing power, and combat strength of the Earthly Branches mainly depend on her decision, there is no reason for her not to break through and enter the Stopping Realm.

In short, the lower limit of the strength of the Earthly Branches depends on Yuan Huajing, Gai Yan and the other eleven people, but how high is the upper limit depends on Zhou Haijing’s martial arts height.

So how she should improve her martial arts realm cultivation has become a top priority. The prefix pseudo-Ascension of the Dali Earthly Branches is really a bit dazzling.

Over the southern sky of Treasure Bottle Continent, a group of Dali military ferry boats led by a Dali sword boat slowly passed through the “Sword Immortal as Cloud” Zhengyang Mountain.

At the Dali Jingji Ferry, Liu Ye Huang Lian, Qu Shuai Liu 48 and others lined up to board an immortal ferry boat going to the southern capital. The pass contained the two Crown Prince Cao Lue and Lu Jun. They went to the ferry restaurant to have a supper, but when they had enough to eat and drink and were about to pay the bill, one leaned back on the chair and patted his stomach, feeling comfortable, and the other picked his teeth with a toothpick, thinking that the wine was not good enough. They looked at each other in shock and asked each other with shocked eyes, did you not bring any money when you went out?!

After a little thought, they each had their own tasks. Cao Lue was calm and ordered another supper. Lu Jun ran out to invite Liu Ye and Gao Shi to come over and have a drink together.

In a restaurant in Changpu River, there was a “small and unremarkable, low and medium salary” strange girl. She was writing a letter home by the lamp in a clean new house, writing simple words in elegant handwriting, such as telling her parents not to worry, she was living well here in the capital, had saved a lot of money, and had just changed to a very good new employer. At the end of the letter, she asked her younger brother to reply a letter in his spare time after receiving the letter, and remember to list a list of books, that she, the sister, could afford to buy… The girl carefully thought about it, and decided not to say that she had recognized a sworn brother surnamed Cao, and did not dare to say that he was a Dali official, fearing that her parents would not be at ease and would misunderstand that she had been cheated in the capital… This letter will be sent out at dawn.

In the Great Ribboned capital of Middle Earth Divine Continent, the streets and alleys were busy, and they were all urgently notifying officials to get up and go out.

Early court is not uncommon. Except for monarchs who are obsessed with cultivation or woodworking and beauties, all countries have it. However, the Great Ribboned Dynasty created a precedent for “Night Court” in the vast world tonight.

The Great Ribboned civil and military officials who were inexplicably called to participate in the court meeting were either drowsy or flushed with embarrassment, and had just escaped from the wine table or the rouge den. Occasionally, self-respecting officials stood at the back of the hall.

Crown Prince Yin Mi changed his clothes and sat on the dragon throne, but his face was pale.

National Preceptor Liu Rao, who had not shown his face for many years, stood beside a green-clothed man.

Liu Rao did not mince words with everyone, and the three things he said were more amazing than the last.

“The late Emperor Yin Ji died in the Dali capital, and Crown Prince Yin Mi ascended the throne. This matter has been recorded by the Middle Earth Temple of Literature. Those who pursue it without authorization will be guilty of treason.”

The whole hall was in an uproar, and the whispering murmurs gathered like thunder.

“Yin Mi is inexperienced, so I, Liu Rao, will assist the new Emperor in governing the country. I have already discussed this matter with the Mountain Sovereign Yin Ni, so there is no need for a court discussion.”

Some people have already publicly questioned Liu Rao’s usurpation and usurpation of power. More officials are looking at the Mountain Sovereign. Unfortunately, Yin Ni has remained silent and expressionless.

“I have already discussed with His Majesty that Great Ribboned will become a vassal state of Dali. The Great Ribboned National Master, Liu Rao, and the Minister of Rites will regularly go to Treasure Bottle Continent to pay tribute every year.”

In full view of the public, Liu Rao stretched out his hand and introduced the identity of the man beside him, “This person beside me is the Dali National Preceptor.”

Liu Rao said, “You may not recognize his face, but you must have heard his name.”

The man smiled, “My surname is Chen, my name is Ping’an, and my ancestral home is Lizhu Cave.”