Chen Ping’an twirled the single green bamboo chopstick in his fingers. “How so?”

Lu Wei replied, “Live if you can.”

Beholden to another’s roof, one must bow one’s head. The current situation offered no recourse. Soft words would avail nothing, nor would harsh ones bear any fruit.

As Lu Wei had said before, mountains are high and waters are long. He hoped this arrogant young Hidden Official would fare well, for the seasons turned, and fortune wheeled. A reckoning would surely come.

Seemingly having made his decision, Lu Wei cast a sidelong glance at the lone green chopstick.

Earlier, Chen Ping’an had wielded it as a sword, cleaving apart a substitution talisman meant to avert a deadly blow.

Such swordsmanship, such lethal force, could only belong to a sword cultivator of the Immortal Realm. There was no other explanation.

And, furthermore, that strike was profoundly mysterious. The path of the blade was like a segment of perfectly straight line.

A single strike delivered, sword light descended directly, heedless of the flow of time, indifferent to the gathering and scattering of spiritual energy. This was the legendary ‘technique approaching the Way’.

And the most direct of divine powers in all the world was swordsmanship, raining down upon the mortal realm even before the myriad spells.

“I did not expect Elder Lu to be so unyielding. At last, the Lu family demonstrates a spirit worthy of respect.”

Chen Ping’an inquired, “Live if you can? May I then understand that… death is also acceptable?”

Lu Wei scoffed.

To expect him to grovel? Never.

Lu Wei, in truth, knew much of the sword.

The saying, “Those who are not sword cultivators should not speak lightly of swordsmanship,” was surely a barb from the young Hidden Official, a deliberate belittlement of the Lu family patriarch.

In truth, regarding the origins of the way of the sword and the spells of the world, the Lu family of the Central Earth dared not claim to know even eighty percent of the truth. But they certainly knew more of the old chronicles than any of the grand sects upon the mountains.

Though Lu Wei’s expression seemed composed, the tempest raging within his heart was fiercer than even Empress Dowager Nan Zan’s.

Could it be that the intelligence in the family’s secret missive was faulty? Was it possible that Chen Ping’an had not yet returned his cultivation, or had secretly made a bargain with Headmaster Lu, retaining some of the White Jade Capital’s powers for a rainy day, such as this?

That ancestral founder! Could his profound arts not have foreseen this disaster?

He had severed the ties of mortal life, stepped outside the Three Realms, and was therefore exceedingly stingy with ancestral blessings, unwilling to have any connection with the Lu family of the Central Earth?

But that Lu Chen would not assist his Lu family descendants was one thing. To actively harm them was another.

According to the Lu family lineage, Lu Wei was required to call the Third Master of White Jade Capital ‘Uncle-Ancestor’.

Lu Wei’s mind raced.

Or could it be that this “Sword Lord” had already mastered multiple great avenues of the sword?

The problem was that the Lu family’s astrolabe held no record of such a thing. In this matter of paramount importance, the Lu family head, the stargazers who observed the heavens, and the officials who watched for imperfections would dare neither hide nor conceal anything from Lu Wei, the family patriarch who had been away for many years and was soon to return.

For every avenue or art of the sword that Chen Ping’an learned from that ancient being, the Great Way would manifest, causing celestial phenomena.

Perhaps an ancient star would fall from the sky, or a section of the river of time would suddenly run dry! After Chen Ping’an walked onto that covered bridge in the small town, the Lu family of the Central Earth received the news and immediately took action. The family head personally led the effort, taking his place at the head of the celestial observatory. He spared no expense in energy and resources to trace the matter, day after day, year after year, daring not to slacken in the slightest.

The observers who were tasked with examining the trends of the sword way, had been in seclusion, eyes fixed heavenward, for years.

Why had Lu Tai, from the same branch of the family as Lu Wei, traveled alone to the Jade Bottle Continent, and why had he encountered Chen Ping’an on the ferry to Cinnamon Blossom Island?

The Lu family had been unable to determine why the recognized ‘Sword Lord’, the new ‘Sword Holder’, had not become a sword cultivator, nor even mastered any form of swordsmanship.

Therefore, someone had to be sent to Chen Ping’an’s side to observe.

Lu Tai himself had been kept in the dark.

In the end, the young clansman whom the family had held in such high hopes, had chosen betrayal.

Lu Tai’s imprudent divulging of secrets in Maple Leaf Continent nearly dragged the entire Lu family of the Central Earth, branch and all, into an endless abyss.

Lu Wei learned afterward that the family’s celestial observatory had seen a bottomless well appear, shrouding all the observers in darkness.

Fortunately, this unprecedented phenomenon vanished as quickly as it had appeared, as if it had never been, but the Lu family understood the stakes involved.

One misstep could bring about the destruction of the nest.

Zou Zi was hateful! And terrifying!

Chen Ping’an spoke, “A friend of a friend is not necessarily a friend, but an enemy of an enemy may become one. Zou Zi schemed against me, and against you. We have an opportunity to reach an understanding.”

Lu Wei maintained his composure, but inwardly he was aghast.

Chen Ping’an, at ease, tapped the upturned table with the bamboo chopstick.

Truly a material of the immortals, for the underside of the table, unseen for years, was still immaculate.

“Elder Lu, do not overthink it. That clumsy sword move I used just now to test the depth of your powers was something I created myself, and far from perfect.” Chen Ping’an smiled. “Your Lu family of the Central Earth has failed to find even a hint of such art from celestial signs, so do not consider it a dereliction of duty. Nor is it something I could have concealed, so young as I am. Blame it on the results of the assessment at the dragon kiln of the small town, which misled Elder Lu. Perhaps my aptitude is higher than that of a natural terrestrial immortal. Perhaps you and the geomancers of Great Li misjudged me. The principle is simple: if the first step is wrong, how can there be a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand correct ones? Is it not all just ‘what ifs’? You, as a master of geomancy, would agree, would you not?”

Chen Ping’an also possessed a sword art called ‘Fragment of the Moon’.

One extremely simple, one extremely complex, were two opposite extremes.

Chen Ping’an lifted the green bamboo chopstick, asking with a smile, “Would you mind if I practiced on Elder Lu? It is only the loss of a true form talisman, not your true self.”

Pity Nan Zan, the hostess of this banquet, Empress Dowager of Great Li, had not been able to interject a single word from beginning to end, and dared not speak out of turn. Chen Ping’an had the ability to control heartstrings with Little Mo. But Lu Wei was a peak Immortal Realm Yin-Yang master. So Little Mo could only provide her master with key words about Lu Wei’s heart. A small heart’s “voice,” which included Lu family observers, falling stars, dried-up rivers, Lu family officials, Zou Zi…

Lu Wei chuckled. “Master Chen is truly worthy of the title ‘genius’”.

He was not born a sword seed, yet he was able to nurture two lifebound swords of extremely high quality, eventually becoming a true sword cultivator. Lu Wei did not understand why that being had not taught Chen Ping’an any sword arts. But he did not believe that the Great Li court had misjudged him. The making of lifebound porcelain was a secret art passed down by the Scholar of Three Mountains and Nine Marquis, and the assessment of aptitude was infallible. Chen Ping’an looked up at the sky, then glanced at the ground, at the light charm prepared for the Empress Dowager, which was faring much better than the stick of cloud incense. Although it had fallen and been stained with wine, it was still burning slowly.

At this banquet, it seemed to be both Nan Zan’s life-saving charm and Lu Jiang’s death warrant.

Nan Zan followed Chen Ping’an’s gaze, then looked at the talisman on the ground, her heart anxious and turbulent.

Chen Ping’an dropped the chopstick on the table, directly in between the two of them, dividing the table in half.

Nan Zan understood the meaning behind this gesture. It was wicked.

Was he asking if she feared that the Great Li court would be divided in two, falling into a north-south split? It was not that Chen Ping’an could decide for Cao Ping and the other pillars of state on his own. But that once Chen Ping’an made a firm decision in Great Li’s capital, those numerous pawns on the chessboard, caught in their web of interests, would weigh the pros and cons, assess the situation, seek advantages, and ‘converge’ upon Chen Ping’an’s decision.

The important pieces on the board, those seated in the halls of power, or holding key positions on the mountains, would either continue to watch from the sidelines, secretly fan the flames, or simply take their places at the gaming table… Nan Zan only remembered fragments of her past lives through that string of spiritual rhinoceros beads. It was not a complete recollection. Lu Wei had tampered with that treasure from the mountains. This was to prevent Lu Jiang from becoming the Empress Dowager Nan Zan in this life, and being short-sighted. If she rashly severed ties with the family, the Lu family of the Central Earth would not be without means to change her mind. But doing so would be a waste of their power, and not a good thing for either the Lu family or the Great Li dynasty. Both Emperor Song He and Prince Song Mu were likely to become hostile to the Lu family.

Lu Wei said, “Since Master Chen has not abused his swordsmanship, there is still room for discussion.”

Little Mo, once again standing behind Chen Ping’an, could not help but rub her ears.

She had opened her eyes today. Such an elaborate way to seek death. Were all Immortal Realm cultivators in this world so daring? She admired it. If she had had such courage, she would have gone to fight the founders of the Three Teachings long ago.

Chen Ping’an nodded. “Very well. It will allow me to know whether the lamp of life in the Lu family’s ancestral hall is more marvelous than those in the average ancestral hall, whether it can prevent an immortal from falling in rank, only unable to ascend in this lifetime.”

He raised his right hand, and a six-sided seal appeared in the palm of his hand, a nexus of mountain and river veins.

Chen Ping’an held the ancient Five Thunder Seal in his palm. “Then I must ask you to keep company with a fellow Daoist from afar. As it happens, you both used to be immortals.”

During the Battle of Mount Tuoyue, all thirty-six ‘closed-eye’ deities on the seal were opened by Chen Ping’an, now possessing fourteenth-realm Daos.

The Thunder Lords, Lightning Mothers, Rain Masters, and Wind Gods carried out their duties, making Chen Ping’an like an ancient Daoist master wielding the Yin-Yang of creation, a world of his own in his palm, where the Heavenly Way circulated.

Lu Wei’s expression changed drastically. He could no longer feign calm. Relighting a life-extinguishing lamp, completely reforming a person and changing their body, in addition to falling from his state, the thing he feared most was that the cultivator’s soul would be destroyed, but “die unclearly”. Their soul would be captured by outsiders and unable to escape. Otherwise, it would be like falling into a state of “separated flesh and blood, separated by heaven.” For a cultivator who reshapes their flesh and soul, once they begin cultivating again, there will still be entanglements from their “previous life”, which is like adding snow on top of frost.

But Chen Ping’an was a sword cultivator, at most a pure martial artist, how could he be proficient in thunder techniques and talismans, and also learn such a superior method of capturing souls?

The thunderous formation forged from purgatory, ordinary cultivators did not know its true power. Those who did not know were fearless. Yin-Yang masters who knew the inside story were extremely afraid of the thunder formation, which was also known as “Heavenly Prison”!

What made Lu Wei feel sad and then turn to desolation was the inscription on the seal. It was inscribed with the rare inverted method, with the words ‘Order, Edict, Sink, Lu’!

Only talisman masters would dare to act so perversely, so it must be the work of his ancestral founder Lu Chen!

Lu Wei still could not believe that Chen Ping’an, a cultivator with only half a cycle of cultivation, could use his own talisman skills to inscribe runes upside down!

Moreover, the quality of this seal was so high and its existence was so long.

If he had not been sure of the identity of the blue-shirted man in front of him, Lu Wei would have mistaken him for a noble of Dragon Tiger Mountain’s Celestial Master’s Mansion.

Chen Ping’an called out, “Little Mo.”

Nan Zan quickly turned her head and reached out to block the sky-filled talisman light that had exploded open.

Fortunately, it was another talisman to replace a death.

But Lu Wei’s true body was still firmly held by Little Mo.

Little Mo put her fingers together and gently patted Lu Wei’s shoulder, shattering “Lu Wei” again.

All three true form talismans were used up.

Nan Zan looked stunned.

Had they fallen out?

She hadn’t even said a word.

Since Chen Ping’an was going to tear down the entire Lu family of the Central Earth, what did a Lu Jiang matter?

Lu Wei seemed to know he would die, and said calmly, “Chen Ping’an, do not be too aggressive. If you want to kill me, then kill me, why insult me?”

Little Mo had deliberately not touched his true body.

And the cunning young man seemed certain that he would use his remaining two truth talismans, and then sit on the sidelines and watch a show?

Little Mo sighed. “Learning teaches us how to be difficult. It teaches us to be forgiving and leave a way out, but it also teaches us to cut the weeds and eliminate the roots to avoid future harm.”

The next scene made Lu Wei’s Dao heart unstable.

The thunder formation rose from the palm of the blue-shirted man!

The thunder method was vast, and the Dao meaning was pure. Lu Wei was even more shocked, and subconsciously leaned back, but Little Mo, who was as elusive as a ghost, came to his side again, reached out and pressed on Lu Wei’s shoulder, and smiled: “Since you have made up your mind, it’s the same whether you stretch your neck or shrink it, why dodge, don’t be so cowardly.”

Chen Ping’an suddenly said something that made Nan Zan feel like she was falling into a cloud, “Mr. Qi was able to make Lu Wei beg for death in the Glazed Tile Cave, I am certainly far from that, I can only make it easy for you to beg for death, but difficult to find a way to live.”

“Lu Wei, when you light a life-extending lamp in your family shrine, you still need to remember one thing. In the future, wherever and whenever you see me, just get out of the way, otherwise, meeting my eyes is the same as asking me to unsheathe my sword.” Lu Wei no longer had the detached air of a worldly person, and hurriedly said: “Chen Ping’an, there is something we can talk about, to be honest, I really can’t make a decision on the matter of the natal porcelain, but I can immediately send a flying sword letter to the Central Earth Lu family, and ask the head of the family to personally reply, I will definitely give you a definite answer!”

Lu Wei was unwilling to become a string puppet with his soul separated.

The young man folded his sleeves, squinted his eyes, pondered for a moment, and then shifted his gaze, “Little Mo, we were chatting so well, and I didn’t ask you to do anything, why are you making Elder Lu angry?”

Little Mo nodded immediately: “It was Little Mo who was impulsive.” Then Little Mo patted Lu Wei on the shoulder, as if to brush away dust, “Elder Lu, don’t be offended, if you are really offended, Little Mo can’t stop you, just remember, you must hide your thoughts well. I am narrow-minded, not as good as my master, so as long as I find a look that is not right, a look of evil, I will beat you to death.”

Lu Wei’s body tightened, and he couldn’t say a word.

Nan Zan couldn’t wait to scratch the smiling face on the other side of the table.

Chen Ping’an leaned forward, took back the chopstick, and pointed it to Lu Wei, who was still being detained by Little Mo, “Just need me to do a small thing? You and the Lu family of the Central Earth have bigger appetites than Nan Zan.”

Every time it swayed gently, it made Nan Zan’s Dao heart tremble.

As for Lu Wei, who was being pointed at, no one knew what he was thinking, but he must have been uncomfortable.

Lu Wei asked in confusion: “Master Chen, why do you say that? Did you misunderstand something? I haven’t even said what that little thing is.”

Chen Ping’an stared at Lu Wei, then sighed, looking dazed, and said to himself: “Sure enough, you still regard me as a barnyard grass on the edge of a field.”

Barnyard grass in the countryside is an annual herb, which grows near water, in rice fields, ditches, and canals. Therefore, old farmers will look for barnyard grass and distinguish it from rice seedlings. When they see it, they will pull it out.

Chen Ping’an looked at Lu Wei and shook his head: “But I have read a lot of books now, I am no longer the kiln worker apprentice who wouldn’t even read a martial arts manual.”

Chen Ping’an stood up with a chopstick in his hand, walked slowly around the table, and glanced at the table, which was both his game and the Lu family’s subtle means of trying to use celestial phenomena and geography as a larger chessboard.

Maybe Zheng Juzhong’s previous request that he not choose a location in the Maple Leaf Continent, in addition to making him feel powerless, had some deep meaning?

Or even an hint that he needed to get to the bottom of things? The location of the mystery and the answer was related to the Lu family of Yin-Yang masters? For example, Nan Zan and Lu Wei, a man and a woman, involved the confrontation of the Yin and Yang hexagrams. Then, by the same token, the declining Falling Mountain on Jade Bottle Continent and the future lower sect on Maple Leaf Continent naturally had a similar mountain and water traction.

In fact, in Chen Ping’an’s view, the so-called greatest pattern of mountains and rivers depending on each other was nothing more than the Nine Continents and the Four Seas?

Without any warning, Little Mo cut off Lu Wei’s head with two fingers, while using the countless sword qi dormant in the latter’s body to suppress him, so that he could not use any of his natal objects.

At the same time, Chen Ping’an, who had just strolled around the table, turned his wrist and drove the thunder formation, imprisoning Lu Wei’s soul in it.

Nan Zan swallowed.

Chen Ping’an, holding the thunder formation, continued to walk, but kept his eyes on the tabletop.

Little Mo put the head back on the neck, bent her knees slightly, looked around, and moved the head a little, because it was a little crooked before.

He can’t die yet, he’s still an immortal after all.

Nan Zan’s face was pale, as if she had lost her parents.

Madmen, they are all madmen.

Nan Zan knew that the real madmen were not those with fiery eyes and ferocious faces, but these two, who were calm and tranquil.

Without saying much, they did a lot. Chen Ping’an withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and looked at the immortal soul in the thunder formation in his palm, and smiled: “Sorry, Senior, it is really a dishonorable victory for this junior to kill immortals like this. Wait a moment, I still need to sort out my thoughts so that I can start a new story.” Thanks to the library of the literary temple, the building of popular opinion, and the library of the Great Li Qintian, and because Chen Ping’an had long “admired” the Lu family of the Central Earth, involving the thirteen fights of the sword qi Great Wall, and Lu Tai and “Liu Cai” who were used by Zou Zi to target him, Chen Ping’an’s secret exploration of the Yin-Yang family and the Lu family of the Central Earth has been tireless over the years.

The Lu family of the Central Earth’s family knowledge is almost equivalent to Yin-Yang studies, and the Lu family can be regarded as the largest Qintian Supervisor in the Vast World, which gathers all the knowledge and has a very rich collection of books. Just like the Yunlin Jiang family of Jade Bottle Continent, before they migrated from the Central Earth, their ancestors were great祝in ancient times, assisting the literary temple and the Rites Sage. The Great 祝was responsible for sacrifices and prayers, wearing blue clothes and red skirts, and祭服without tassels. He was stationed in the ancestral hall all year round, specializing in ghosts and gods, and in charge of reading blessings to the world, praying for eternal peace, harmony between heaven and man, and often had a great year. The ancestors of the Lu family of the Central Earth were once one of the six officials of the literary temple, the 太卜. The names of the six departments of the imperial court are actually derived from the six officials of the ancient literary temple. One of the responsibilities of 太卜is to be responsible for looking after a very impressive scripture, the first of the scriptures that has been involved by the three teachings and hundreds of families in later generations. Its circulation in the Vast World is not prohibited. Scholars may only need to spend a dozen coins to buy one. However, there are two other great scriptures that are shelved, because they involve too many specific and detailed cultivation methods. The former is like Ancestral Mountain and Great Yue, and the latter is like two mountains of储君. Two auxiliary scriptures, one is placed in the麟台of the literary temple, and the other is placed in芝兰署, a secret place in the Lu family’s Qintian Supervisor. Different from the general Yin-Yang family’s theory of the five elements 相剋, it is rumored that this book begins with the 艮 hexagram. Learning and fate are like the mountains, continuous. Lu Wei previously said that the Lu family had a 地镜篇, which is estimated to be a branch of this great scripture. In short, the so-called little thing of yours is destined to revolve around my fate with Falling Mountain, and even the Lu family has already planned in the northern territory of the Maple Leaf Continent. For example, they have arranged a seemingly auspicious place for me, but it is a mountain and river coordinate for the Lu family of the Central Earth to survey 三元 nine lucks, six 甲值符. “My life trajectory is like a long stream of water, and my mountain remains immobile, with the upper and lower sects facing each other from afar, the two sides forming a line of longitude and latitude? It’s just that the Lu family of the Central Earth’s observation of the Dao still needs a starting point for the vein, which is the small thing you hope I will agree to? The matter is definitely not big, I believe, but this small thing will definitely involve the largest number of foreshadowing and 引线in the future years.”

“What, you’re using the same trick again, are you Lu family treating me as that Great Li emperor?”

“Lu Wei, tell me yourself, should you die?”

Lu Wei’s “corpse” sat there blankly, all of his soul was in the thunder formation, as if he was in a hot pot of oil, constantly suffering from the tribulation of the thunder pond, and was in unspeakable pain.

It was not Chen Ping’an’s words that struck the thoughts of the Lu family’s ancestral master, but a few words that seemed to “help” Lu Wei reveal the secrets of heaven.

Discarded son.

It turned out that he was no better than Nan Zan, both of whom were dispensable discarded sons in the eyes of the family head Lu Sheng.

Chen Ping’an glanced at Lu Wei’s soul in the cage in his palm and said: “It’s just a pitiful worm who is kept in the dark, which is a bit disappointing.”

He closed his palm.

Five thunder gathered.

Like the convergence of heaven and earth,

The silent wail from Lu Wei’s soul made Nan Zan, who seemed to have her eardrums pierced, hug her head. She realized that the source of the pain was the trembling of her Dao heart and the surging of her heart.

Chen Ping’an raised his head and looked at Nan Zan. Nan Zan looked painful and said with difficulty: “I have secretly sent someone to put the fragments of the natal porcelain back into the Glazed Tile Cave. You can find it yourself. It’s in your hometown… Ancestral Master Lu Wei doesn’t know about this, of course I have to leave a way out for myself, but you can just take the string of spiritual rhino beads from my hand to find out where it is hidden…” According to Nan Zan’s plan, if this mud leg reached an agreement with the Lu family ancestral master, she could just have someone take the natal porcelain back from the small town. If they couldn’t reach an agreement, such as the Lu family ancestral master preparing to abandon her, then she couldn’t be blamed for doing business with Chen Ping’an alone.

Did you Lu family really think that the Great Li Dynasty was a soft persimmon that could be manipulated by others? I am Nan Zan, the Great Li Empress Dowager from Yuzhang County, not Lu Jiang.

Chen Ping’an looked at Nan Zan with a pitiful look: “Playing tricks, can you win against Lu Wei? What are you thinking, that string of spiritual rhino beads is completely useless. While Lu Wei is not here, you can try it out if you don’t believe me.”

Nan Zan was struck by lightning and immediately lowered her head and reached out to twist the spiritual rhino beads. The beads that were originally蕴藉spiritual colors seemed to have lost a layer of mountain and water prohibition, and became dull and lifeless, showing a kind of withered death.

Little Mo quietly put away the sword intent that peeled off the spiritual rhino beads, and asked in confusion: “Master, don’t ask where it is hidden?”

Chen Ping’an smiled and said in his heart: “I already know where it is hidden, I’ll go get it myself when I turn around.”

Anyway, it’s just a few steps away from his ancestral home.

Nan Zan raised her head, glanced at Chen Ping’an, and then turned her head to look at the Lu family ancestral master whose body and head were separated.

The hatred in her eyes was half and half.

But the Great Li Empress Dowager looked at the former, with half hatred and half fear.

“Seeing as the answer is satisfactory, I will give you a suggestion.” Chen Ping’an reminded: “I don’t know who Lu Jiang is, but I have seen the Great Li Empress Dowager, Nan Zan of Yuzhang County, a long time ago. In the future, when doing things, you must plan before you act. The Great Li Song family cannot be without an emperor for a day, but the Empress Dowager can cultivate in Changchun Palace for a long time and pray for the country.”

“Do you understand?”

Nan Zan looked dull and nodded lightly.

Chen Ping’an asked again: “I don’t trust your brain, so I have to ask one more question, ‘Cannot be without an emperor for a day’, do you really understand?”

Nan Zan still nodded.

One sentence with two meanings, the Great Li Song family’s emperor Song He must be in power, otherwise the country will be without a leader and the court will be shaken.

Then, if Emperor Song He has an accident, the court will have to change someone, and someone must be enthroned immediately, such as changing the emperor on the same day, and it is still the same that the country cannot be without an emperor for a day.

As for Lu Wei’s mustard seed of mind, it was like being forcibly stuffed into a void and ethereal skin, witnessing one picture after another.

On a virtual battlefield, fourteen peak great demons of the old throne, including the Grand Ancestor of Mount Tuoyue, were lined up in a row, as if Lu Wei was alone, confronting them.

This made Lu Wei’s Dao heart totter.

On the earth, the old throne great demon Fei Fei was dragging the suspended river.

On the top of a mountain, there was a peak great demon named Yuan Xiong, standing next to 河上奼女, and sword light seemed to be coming straight at Lu Wei.

……

Just as Lu Wei’s Dao heart was about to shatter.

Finally, he came to the apricot blossom lane that Lu Wei was so familiar with. There was a middle-aged man selling candied haws.

The man, smiling but not smiling, as if saying but not saying, said a word to the Lu family of Yin-Yang masters, “Long time no see, you trash Lu Wei.”

The Dao heart shattered with a bang, like a琉璃盏falling to the ground.

Lu Wei knew that this was clearly the work of the young Hidden Official, but he was still unable to restrain his loss of mind.

The heartbroken mind of Lu Wei was then pulled to the gate of a “mansion”. The door was not closed. Inside, there was a cultivator sitting cross-legged, with a desk in front of him, as if he was writing something with a pen. When he saw Lu Wei, the man immediately raised his head, with a look of surprise, and a bit of excitement. He quickly got up and walked to the door, but he didn’t dare to take a step out. He just asked politely in the elegant language of the wild world: “This fellow Taoist, where are you from?”

Lu Wei was proficient in the elegant language of the wild world, hesitated for a moment, and said hoarsely: “Lu family of the Central Earth. Who are you?”

The man laughed loudly: “Good, good, so good, we are all wanderers at the end of the world.”

We share weal and woe, I don’t care whether you are from my hometown or the Vast World.

It’s best if we are neighbors, so we can chat with each other.

The “this person” in front of Lu Wei was Yinyu, the deputy city lord of Xianzan City, which had been broken into two halves. He had been detained by Chen Ping’an with a soul and a魄and thrown here. Xianzan City was now separated by two words, 山 and 水. The Martial Arts Repository of the Wild, 瑶光福地, was gone. Yinyu in this place was extremely envious of that Yinyu who was still free. What if he had fallen from the immortal realm to the jade realm? He was still sleeping with beauties every day. When his master Xuan Pu died, that “self” might have become the city lord.

It was a pity that he was trapped here and buried himself in writing books.

He recorded all the things he had seen and heard about the wild world.

In the words of the young Hidden Official, if he didn’t write enough one million words, he shouldn’t think about seeing the light of day again. If the content was of good quality, maybe he could let him go out for a walk.

Outside the small world, at the wine party.

Little Mo suddenly said softly: “Master.”

Chen Ping’an was looking down at the fist containing the thunder formation, with an unusually bright look in his eyes.

Hearing Little Mo’s name, Chen Ping’an turned a deaf ear.

Little Mo had no choice but to call out Master again.

Chen Ping’an then raised his head and smiled at Little Mo.

Nan Zan and Lu Wei had always thought that this unfamiliar “stranger” was a protector from the sword qi Great Wall.

In fact, on the contrary, Little Mo followed Chen Ping’an to visit the palace and visit two old friends this time in order to remind him to restrain himself at some point.

Chen Ping’an released his five fingers, and Lu Wei instantly returned to his soul, and immediately took out a purple-green talisman from his sleeve and smeared it on his neck.

An immortal who had reached a bottleneck actually fell to the jade realm without making a move.

This kind of humiliation on the mountain was unparalleled. Chen Ping’an actually didn’t have many options on how to deal with this Lu family ancestral master. Lu Wei was not the Xianzan City Yinyu. Chen Ping’an didn’t dare to peel off his soul and keep it in his own small world’s restrictions. So, he had to either refine all of his soul, so that Lu Wei could rely on a life-extending lamp in the family shrine and learn from Huai Qian to cultivate again. Or, he could make him fall from his realm like now. The only accident was that Lu Wei’s Dao heart was too fragile compared to Chen Ping’an’s expected plan. It was estimated that Mr. Qi and Zou Zi had left indelible marks on Lu Wei’s Dao heart. He must have suffered a lot.

Of course, he could barely be counted as one now.

Chen Ping’an had always regarded the entire Lu family of the Central Earth as an imaginary enemy of a fourteenth-realm great cultivator these years.

Now it seemed that he had not overestimated them at all.

Even if they didn’t have a Ascended Realm master, or even an Immortal Realm master, Chen Ping’an’s fear of the Lu family of the Central Earth would not be reduced by half.

Today’s Lu Wei was only suppressed by Little Mo, and Chen Ping’an did a little bit of work, so he couldn’t even talk about a game with the Lu family of the Central Earth.

Chen Ping’an picked up the chopstick from the table and looked at Lu Wei, who had suffered a great loss today, “Mountains are high and waters are long, take care of yourself.”

Lu Wei seemed to have become a different person, and nodded: “People have to listen to advice, I will keep it in mind.”

Just now on the “road here”, a man in blue clothes, with his hands in his sleeves, walked side by side with Lu Wei’s mind, turned his head and asked with a smile, you and I are all mortals, are we afraid of the result or the cause?

The mortal world is full of struggles, and the sea of suffering is boundless. Mortals fear the result, while those at the top fear the cause.

Lu Wei didn’t know how to answer at the time.

Then, the man in blue clothes smiled and patted his stomach, saying strange things, “My stomach is rumbling with hunger. Tell me, Master Lu, what should I do?”

Lu Wei was still speechless.

Stopping beside the table, Chen Ping’an said: “Don’t pester the Great Li in the future, whether you listen or not is up to you.”

Lu Wei glanced at Lu Jiang.

Chen Ping’an finally smiled and said: “From now on, the sword challenge from your Lu family of the Central Earth will be officially accepted by me, Chen Ping’an, and Falling Mountain.”

Lu Wei stood up, made a Daoist bow to Chen Ping’an, and disappeared.

Leaving behind a confused and suspicious Nan Zan.

Why didn’t he just kill Lu Wei in one go?! Was he letting the tiger return to the mountain?

Chen Ping’an threw the chopstick on the table casually and said with a smile: “Are you teaching me how to do things?”

Nan Zan felt like she was being choked by the neck.

She had really encountered a ghost today, she couldn’t say a word, couldn’t she even think about it?

Chen Ping’an pointed to the chopstick, “I’ll give it to you, you can use it as a hairpin on your head, and use it to remind yourself every day when you look in the mirror that you are not Nan Zan of Lu Jiang, but a hairpin that is difficult to put on.”

Nan Zan hesitated for a moment, but still picked up the chopstick from the table.

Chen Ping’an was silent for a moment, and didn’t leave immediately.

Nan Zan didn’t dare to say much, and just stood there. At this moment, the hand holding the green bamboo chopstick behind her was bulging with veins.

As a result, the other party smiled and said, “You don’t say thank you when you receive a gift? Who spoiled your bad habits?”

Nan Zan had no