The day of Beginning of Winter was deliberately chosen by Chen Ping An for the descent of the ferry. At the foot of the mountain, near the gates of the new Lower Sect, Cui Dongshan had hastily erected several thatched huts, bringing forth tables of rough-hewn wood. The company was considerable, nearly thirty souls from both Upper and Lower sects. Cui Dongshan, ever the eager host, bustled about like a tavern keeper, flitting between tables, while young Shi Qiu toiled in the makeshift kitchen. To mark the Winter’s arrival, bowls of plump dumplings were served alongside steaming cups of Winter Nourishment Soup, also known as Earth Root Broth – a concoction of various roots and herbs, not of any celestial origin, but intended for good fortune. Jars of vinegar and soy sauce, alongside plates piled high with pickled napa cabbage from the autumn frost, adorned each table.

As for wine, alas! Guests were expected to conjure it themselves, for the Lower Sect was, at present, as poor as a church mouse.

At the head table, five figures were seated.

Chen Ping An, the esteemed Lord of the forsaken mountain of the Upper Sect, Luo Po Shan.

Chang Ming, bearing the Daoist name Ling Chun, Keeper of Laws of Luo Po Shan.

And from the Lower Sect, the three currently holding the highest offices: Cui Dongshan, the inaugural Sect Master; Zhong Qiu, Keeper of Coin; and Cui Wei, the Keeper of Laws.

Cui Wei initially demurred, offering his place to Mi Yu, soon to be the Chief Altar Patron of the Lower Sect. However, the Lord of the Mountain, with a firm grip on his arm, insisted, and Cui Wei, accepting his fate, took his seat.

Yu Xie Hui, seated at another table, cast a glance at Cui Wei, a childish pout forming on his lips. *So, even you get to share wine with Lord Hidden Official,* the boy seemed to say.

While such an honor was commonplace beyond the Great Wall of Swords, it was a rare sight in the vast lands of Haoran.

Yet, Yu Xie Hui’s mood seemed to lighten. He plucked a dumpling from the plate, then took a hearty gulp of the steaming broth.

Cui Wei, ever attuned to the shifts in his disciple’s heart, noticed the subtle change. He glanced at the young Hidden Official, offering a brief nod of gratitude. Chen Ping An returned the gesture, recognizing the small matter for what it was.

What child, after all, does not yearn for their father or master to be a towering figure, one who commands respect in the world?

Chen Ping An’s own disciples sat at a separate table, the gathering augmented by the addition of Cao Qing Lang, who had not been aboard the ferry.

Cui Dongshan, taking the last seat, clasped his hands together in a formal greeting. “Inheriting the true lineage, yet amidst humble beginnings, our numbers are few, and our resources meager…”

Chen Ling Jun leaned toward Mi Yu, whispering, “Mi-second-seat, what’s he on about?”

Mi Yu retorted, “Why ask me? What do *you* think he means?”

The two simpletons glared at each other, a silent battle of wits waged in their eyes.

Beside them, the Immortal Jia Lao stroked his beard, chuckling. “Sect Master Cui is merely saying that this Lower Sect, being descended from Luo Po Shan, carries on its rightful flame. He humbly suggests that, in these initial days of construction, our lack of manpower and provisions might render our hospitality somewhat lacking. But, of course, our esteemed Sect Master is being far too modest. Why, this very dish of pickled winter cabbage rivals the skill of the Imperial Kitchen!”

Mi Yu inquired with genuine curiosity, “Brother Jia, have you graced the Imperial Palace with your presence before?”

Chen Ling Jun grinned, recognizing a perfectly baited question.

Jia Sheng smiled knowingly. “A hero does not dwell on past glories. It is best left unspoken. Besides, my own humble history would only invite laughter.”

Chen Ling Jun chuckled. “Brother Jia, in his youth, was a scholar of considerable merit, a *Jinshi* who feasted at the Qionglin Banquet! He even published a collection of poems! Later, abandoning the brush for the sword, he served bravely in the frontier armies, earning no small renown. According to Zhou Chief, he deserves a noble posthumous title! Yet, when the realm found peace, and he was presented before the Emperor, he requested nothing, content to vanish into the clouds. Eventually, he took Deng Gao and Jiu Er as disciples, then, upon meeting our Lord, he became an Altar Patron of Luo Po Shan.”

Jia Sheng chuckled again. “My past has been laid bare, much to Mi-second-seat’s amusement.”

Chen Ping An turned, smiling, and asked, “Altar Patron Jia, such remarkable feats? Why have you never spoken of them?”

The Immortal Jia Lao quickly raised his bowl, offering soup in lieu of wine. “How could I presume to boast of such matters before the Lord of the Mountain? I have always kept my own counsel.”

Clearly, his Mountain Lord trusted those he chose, without reservation.

“*Unremarkable* indeed!” the Mountain Lord’s assessment was spot on, succinct and seasoned, outweighing flowery words.

Chen Ping An turned his gaze toward the mountain path, barely discernible as a pathway for veneration and offerings. “Is the mountain beneath our feet a remnant of some kingdom’s sacred peaks?”

Cui Dongshan nodded, a knowing smile gracing his lips. “The Lord has keen eyes! Indeed, I spared no effort in moving this mountain here. It proved to be quite a burden. This peak was once the southern peak of old Bei Jin. The shrines and golden effigies of the mountain gods have long since vanished, destroyed by demons in the past wars, then plundered by the wild lands. Not a single precious treasure remained. So, all that remains is its shell. To restore its former splendor, I must spend more and more money, and find no other solution.”

“This explains the generosity of the new Emperor of Bei Jin. I happened to pass by this mountain, and thought it had a special fate. Later, I asked the Yao family of Da Quan to act as a go-between. Minister of Rites Li Xi Ling, the uncle of the current emperor, spared no effort to personally accompany me on a trip to Bei Jin’s capital, spending fifty *Gu Yu* coins. The new emperor was atmospheric, hinting at whether I was willing to buy the old five mountains for 200 *Gu Yu* coins. I almost was moved.”

“This is the reason why the new ruler of Bei Jin offered it so readily. Much like the Dragon Boat Mo that had been offered to the Luo Po Shan mountain, it was akin to throwing good money after bad to try and rebuild it. For the new Bei Jin government, which had everything falling apart to try and restore the root of the mountains was to throw money into a bottomless pit. The fixed rules of the mountains are a dead rule, it is better to enshrine a new mountain. In addition, the matter of the new mountain selection of Bei Jin was not only registered with the Da Fu Academy, but was also approved by the Central Earth Wen Temple.”

“This means that the Wen Temple in this matter, is equivalent to opening a gap in the entire Tong Ye Island countries first, since there is a precedent, the other countries, it has become polite to follow.”

“But the territory of the Lower Sect is so small, how can it hold a country’s five mountains? It would appear bloated and overcrowded. As an added condition for buying the old mountain, because the price was indeed low, I also had to promise the new emperor that our Lower Sect would be willing to give priority to accepting Daoist embryos from Bei Jin within the next century. The emperor was young but strong. When talking about business, he was very experienced, either he was a natural businessman, or he was taught tips by a master, and if he asked for the sky high, he would sit on the ground and pay back the money. After rubbing and rubbing, I only promised an additional condition of ‘at least three to five share of true lineage disciples from the Bei Jin kingdom within 500 years’. In exchange, in addition to the restoration of the old states of Bei Jin and the construction of the new states, both were taken over by our Lower Sect, at a fair price, and everyone needed what they wanted. In addition, we were given the right to mine all the silver mines in Bei Jin for a hundred years, we would provide the labor, and the Bei Jin government would just sit and collect the money, ninety-one open…”

Hearing this, Chen Ping An finally interjected, “Such a split is excessive, isn’t it?”

If the Lower Sect was splitting ninety percent, then it was indeed excessive. If the Lower Sect only took one tenth, then Bei Jin was being greedy.

Cui Dongshan smiled. “I also wanted to negotiate an eighth-two split, but the new emperor was very shrewd and had been prepared for it. The Ministry of Revenue of Bei Jin had carefully estimated the approximate reserves of those six silver mines, both overt and covert. Even if we only took 10% of the profit, it would still be a huge astronomical income. Master, I can guarantee you here that the Lower Sect will be able to open the leading silver ticket in Tong Ye Island in less than twenty years.”

Do not look at the small silver ticket business on this mountain, since ancient times people have lived along the rivers, so what is more attractive than the water route that flows with gold and silver?

Cui Dongshan, of course, knew that his teacher knew his intentions and plans.

Nalan Yu Die was most easily interested in words such as “silver” and “money”, she quickly swallowed a dumpling, and cheered loudly, the little girl was bright and two-eyed.

Cui Dongshan turned around and smiled and clasped his hands in return to this little treasure fan.

Now the little girl’s teacher, but the Law Master of Luo Po Shan, Fellow Daoist Ling Chun!

Chen Ping An sipped his winter tonic soup. After Cui Dongshan sat down, he continued: “I’ve also taken a fancy to two mountains in the old Southern Qi territory, an old Mount Zhong and an old Mount Xi’s storage mountain, which is still impressive, but now that’s a mess, unlike the Bei Jin, which is still connected, the country is broken, and the new emperor is from an in-law’s family, and his name is not right, so he can’t be annoyed by a large group of former dynasty officials, and there are undercurrents in the dynasty, so it won’t be stable for three or five years. Even if I want to take advantage of the fire to rob, I have to worry about getting caught in the mud and not being treated as a person inside or outside, so after thinking about it, I still think it’s not necessary, and wait until the political situation is stable there, now no matter who I sign a covenant with, it may become a piece of waste paper the next day.”

Da Quan dynasty’s two bordering countries, Bei Jin and Southern Qi, the former was at least a continuation of the country, the old capital of Southern Qi, due to being reduced to a military camp garrison in the wilderness, all kinds of mountain and water gods, city gods and earth gods in a country, were occupied by the monsters, crushing countless statues, so the new king ascended the throne, ordered the founding of the country, would rather establish a country in a state city, held a ceremony, and was not willing to go to the old capital to ascend the throne, hated the obscurity, and directly abandoned it, these two years of piecing together, and borrowed a large amount of foreign debt from the Da Quan Yao family, and secretly let out a lot of benefits, at the end of last year, we were able to start rebuilding a brand new capital city, and if we are not careful, we will become a vassal state of the Da Quan Yao family.

Cui Dongshan was not Wei Bo, the Great Lord of the Five Mountains, nor was he handling mountains in his own jurisdiction, nor did he have the life-giving power of the old ancestor of the mountains, so the relocation of this old mountain cost Cui Dongshan a lot of energy and financial resources. He had to set up a large formation to encompass the entire mountain range, then use the mustard Sumeru technique of Buddhism, and finally, it was equal to carrying a mountain north, so for at least half of the mountain and water journey, Cui Dongshan could not fly, but could only walk on foot.

Learn from those ancient earth immortals, moving rivers and lifting up mountains.

After the roots are settled, let those talisman puppets who pick mountains and fish, either be responsible for repairing and sewing the roots of the mountains, or be in charge of clouds and rain and gathering water in the territory of the Lower Sect.

In the future, when the three mountains are moved here, the Lower Sect will form a one-master and two-auxiliaries ground structure.

After a full meal, Cui Dongshan led the way and the group began to climb the mountain for a tour, with Cui Dongshan helping to introduce the mountain and water attractions along the way.

This mountain was formerly part of the Five Sacred Mountains, so it could not be just a solitary mountain, but a whole mountain range, and many of the peaks were renamed by Cui Dongshan. In addition to renaming the old mountain as Mount Xiandu, the ancestral mountain of the Lower Sect in the future, named after the main peak, is Qing Ping Peak, and there is also a Piaoyao Plateau on the top of the mountain.

As for the foot of the next peak, there is also a river, which Cui Dongshan named Luobao Beach.

As soon as Xiao Mo heard the name “Luobao Beach”, he was stunned. As if he had sensed the strangeness of Xiao Mo behind him, the large white goose walking in the front with a swinging sleeve laughed in his heart: “Mr. Xiao Mo, don’t think too much, there is no connection between the Luobao Beach of the stinky bull nose and Bixiao Cave, I just want to get a good color.”

In that ancient era when humans and demons mixed in the human world and gods were in the sky, Bixiao Cave, next to Luobao Beach, had no rivals since it came out of the cave, and would not give way if it could, and would not give way if it could.

At that time, the world’s Taoists, the land immortals and the like, as long as they met that person, would be a little afraid.

Xiao Mo was of course an exception, but the two sides did not compete in Dao techniques or ask each other about swords, but chatted well, and were considered to be more congenial. Xiao Mo had also brewed wine with the man in blue in Luobao Beach outside the Bixiao Cave.

Chen Ling Jun walked beside the big white goose, his sleeves were swaying and crackling.

Mr. Zheng, who was a disciple of his nephew, said that this is called a flying dragon in the sky, the clouds and rain are torrential, and there is a dark roar when the thunder and rain pass.

Cui Dongshan turned his head, looked at the Immortal Jia Lao, and asked with a smile, “Second Master, where is that robe that looks very valuable, why don’t you take it out and wear it, and sun it in the sun and moonlight?”

The Immortal Jia Lao answered in embarrassment in his heart: “The teachings of Immortal Master Cui, I have always kept in mind, and often remind myself that it is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality.”

It turned out that before getting off the boat, the blind Taoist had taken off his luxurious robe and put on the simple attire of the contemporary shopkeeper of Qilong Lane.

“The foot of the mountain has the way of the foot of the mountain, and the waist of the mountain has the principles of the waist of the mountain. Don’t be too rigid. Since you have become the second manager of the Fenghu Yuan Ferry, people depend on clothes and Buddhas depend on gold. You can’t be too shabby. In the future, the Immortal Jia Lao will need to get along with all kinds of people, and it is inevitable that he will encounter some snobbish people. Don’t miss out on business because of his clothes.”

Cui Dongshan had not spoken in his heart, but said with a playful smile: “If the clothes are shabby, you can change your robes, but if it is difficult to get rid of the air of poverty, it will not be beautiful.”

As a result, Cui Dongshan was slapped on the back of the head by his teacher.

Chen Ping An scolded: “You are going to be the Sect Master, who taught you to be sarcastic?”

Immortal Jia Lao hurriedly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, moistened his throat, and said in a serious tone: “Mountain Lord, what Sect Master Cui said is very true. If you didn’t treat me as one of your own, why would you say these golden words that are only harsh to the ear at first?”

Chen Ping An was silent.

Law Keeper Chang Ming smiled.

Nalan Yu Die took out a pen and a bamboo slip from her sleeve and began to record the text.

Before the young Mountain Lord went to Qilong Lane to invite the Immortal Jia Lao to come out of the mountain, after agreeing to serve as the second manager of the ferry, Jia Sheng personally cooked a table of side dishes, and also called Zhao Deng Gao and Tian Jiu Er, the old god, surprisingly, did not say much, but offered a few drinks, the words of respect, compared to the past, also seemed extremely common, but thanked the Mountain Lord for being willing to take in the three masters and disciples, so that they had a place to settle down, not to continue to wander, and thanked the Luo Po Shan for their kindness over the years, and their lives were stable, and there was no feeling of being under someone else’s roof, not like a home, but a home.

Finally, the old Taoist stood up, holding the cup and saluting the four directions of heaven and earth, saying that he had to thank the Old Heavenly Lord for opening his eyes, and for being fortunate enough to come here, to meet Mountain Lord Chen, and to meet all of you in Luo Po Shan.

The group continued to climb all the way up, but unfortunately, the large timbers in the mountain had long been cut down, and countless magnificent halls and dojos were destroyed, leaving only some foundation traces, and even the cliff carvings could not escape the disaster, either smoothed out by the demons’ spells at will. To a secluded path on the edge of the stream, which was only slightly higher than halfway up the mountain, it was already higher than the bird path, and the pavilion overlooking the cliff and the waterside hut had disappeared, leaving only the white clouds and flying birds slowly passing by outside the mountain.

The boy in white scooped up a handful of water and said with a smile: “Teacher, this water is good for brewing wine and making tea. This stream does not overflow when it floods, nor does it dry up when it is a drought. It is one of the few desirable things in the mountain. And the higher you go, the higher the quality of the stream water will be.”

Chen Ping An nodded with a smile, “I can barely be considered to have entered the hall for both brewing wine and making tea.”

Cui Dongshan tilted his palm and stood up: “In the future, I will erect a stone tablet near here, with words collected from someone, to inscribe a poem about the Immortals. I’ll write … Teacher, why don’t you improvise one?”

The so-called someone by Cui Dongshan is probably Cui Xian.

There are so many people here, and he can’t call him the old turtle egg directly.

As soon as they heard that the young Mountain Lord was going to recite a poem.

The Immortal Jia Lao cheered loudly, and Chen Ling Jun immediately followed.

Nalan Yu Die and the little fatty Cheng Zhao Lu clapped hard.

Chen Ping An’s face darkened.

Fortunately, Little Rice Grain wasn’t here.

Chen Ping An turned his head and looked at Xiao Mo.

He was hinting that Xiao Mo, who had a rich collection of books hidden in his heart and could check them quickly, could take his place and help him out of the situation. He could piece together a poem about immortals and pass it off in one stroke.

Xiao Mo, who had been a little reserved with his smile, mistakenly thought that his young master was disliking him for not being supportive enough, immediately held his mountain staff in his arms, raised his hands, and clapped lightly to show his anticipation.

Chen Ping An took the lead to move his steps, only leaving a sentence, “I’ll save it for later.”

The Immortal Jia Lao stroked his beard and smiled, and whispered to Xiao Mo beside him: “The Mountain Lord must have a plan in his heart.”

In fact, Chen Ping An already had a draft in his mind. Who wouldn’t know how to make up a few limericks? But with Confucius and Cao Qing Lang present, Chen Ping An was embarrassed to show off.

Xiao Mo began to search through the books hidden in his heart. Green words and green chapters of the poems about Immortals, there were too many to count. He nodded and said: “Ancient trees stand tall, and there are clouds of houses. The true spirits are called Mount Xiandu.”

The Immortal Jia Lao thought for a moment and nodded: “Brother Xiao Mo, you have borrowed a poem from Ding Yanling to start the poem, which is quite appropriate.”

Cui Dongshan hugged the back of his head with both hands and said with a slight smile: “My mountain is three thousand feet above the ground, and it stands tall for ten thousand years.”

Near the top of the mountain, Cui Dongshan said in his heart: “Teacher, the seating arrangement at the mountain gate was different from that of Luo Po Shan.”

Cui Dongshan’s arrangement was very similar to that of Haoran, so it seemed less like Luo Po Shan.

Chen Ping An smiled: “I promised you long ago that you can handle the affairs of the Lower Sect yourself, and I won’t interfere.”

In Luo Po Shan, there is an atmosphere of harmony, and human relationships are important. The realm of cultivators and martial artists is not important, so there is not much attention to the order of importance, seniority, and estrangement.

But Chen Ping An did not think that the Lower Sect must follow the same pattern, and copy the Upper Sect in everything.

Unless one day Chen Ping An felt that there were some problems with the Lower Sect, he would make an exception and have the final say.

When they reached the Fuyu Plateau at the top of the mountain, Chen Ping An took out two things and handed them to Cui Dongshan: “Consider it a gift that I’m giving in advance. There will be another one at the celebration, which will be counted separately.”

A pair of parallel couplings given by Wu Shuangjiang.

The twelve flying swords of the Cloud Pattern Dynasty’s Jade Plate City.

The boy in white put them in his sleeve and bowed to thank his teacher.

The cave that was obtained from Tian Wan has not yet “landed”. Cui Dongshan also has a series of interlocking mountain and water layouts.

Chen Ping An remembered something and asked Cui Dongshan with a smile: “Is Zhu Lian’s swordsmanship actually very powerful?”

Because the old Taoist priest had last visited Luo Po Shan, he stopped at the mountain gate and only drank tea. He chatted with Zhu Lian, who was from the blessed land, and mentioned Zhu Lian’s swordsmanship, and asked Zhu Lian if he would choose nine sword immortal embryos as his disciples. A fourteenth level great cultivator would never just say things casually.

Back then, when Chen Ping An accidentally entered the depths of the lotus flowers, he only heard that Zhu Lian had two nicknames, Madman of Martial Arts and Noble Young Master. At most, when the old chef first went to the world, he traveled with a sword and had caused a lot of debts.

Cui Dongshan said: “Zhu Lian’s swordsmanship deserves the word ‘outstanding’. He is the master of swordsmanship in the world before Ding Ying of the blessed land, just like a peak rising above the mountains.”

Chen Ping An asked in confusion: “Then why have I never seen Zhu Lian practice swords?”

But every time he watched the little black charcoal boy practice that crazy swordsmanship, the old chef was the most enthusiastic and supportive, and he was a little too sycophantic.

Cui Dongshan smiled: “Maybe the old chef thinks that practicing swords is no longer interesting.”

Chen Ping An sighed: “It’s really like comparing people to each other will kill them.”

There was Zhu Lian in the distance, and his disciple Pei Qian in the near future, and now there was Chai Wu by his side.

Cui Dongshan did not stay on the Fuyu Plateau for long, and soon bid farewell and left, leading the Lower Sect to continue to work hard. Now everyone had a clear division of labor and heavy tasks.

Cui Dongshan also pulled in Lu Baixiang and his three apprentices.

Cui Dongshan was personally responsible for all the affairs of the Lower Sect, and he did everything himself. As the Upper Sect, Luo Po Shan, it seemed like he was just giving a place for the sect.

Chen Ping An looked at the backs of Lu Baixiang and his three apprentices. It seemed that from the time they met at the ferry until Lu Baixiang left the top of the mountain, Yuanbao had not looked at Cao Qing Lang much.

Then there was no need to guess. He must have been told by Little Rice Grain, the messenger of the ears. It was true.

It’s just that in this kind of thing, what else can outsiders do besides know and pretend not to know?

Chen Ping An looked at a mountain peak near Qing Ping Peak. It seemed that it had been taken into possession by Sui Youbian. She named the mountain top, similar to the Fuyu Plateau, as Sweep Flower Terrace.

The mountain wind blows through the empty forest, rustling as if there were someone there.

A wind kite ferry boat, a trip across continents, if you don’t consider the berthing time, it takes about a month to go back and forth each time, but there will be some delays in the middle when you pass through seventeen mountain ferries to load and unload goods, so it takes about two months for a trip. Two trips a year to and from the upside down mountain.

Before the old Taoist left Luo Po Shan, he only made one request, asking Cui Dongshan and Zhu Lian to tell Chen Ping An. The survival of the Golden Top Temple in Tong Ye Island was not important, but Shao Yuanran must be kept.

The implication was that no matter how Luo Po Shan and the Golden Top Temple fought, no matter how many people died in the latter, it didn’t matter if the ancestral hall was demolished, but Shao Yuanran could not be touched, and the true Taoist lineage of the Golden Top Temple could not be broken. And the Daoist lineage of the Golden Top Temple was extremely obscure and could be traced back to the Lou Guan sect that “built grass into buildings and watched the stars.”

Chen Ping An and Cui Dongshan’s planned plan was to choose a location for the Lower Sect to occupy the “Tianquan” position that served as the junction between the bucket body and the handle, not only to protect Mount Taiping, but also to completely disrupt the seven-present and two-hidden layout of the Golden Top Temple.

When Cui Dongshan chose this place to establish a sect, Du Hanling of the Golden Top Temple would probably breathe a sigh of relief to some extent.

But even if the two sides became half-neighbors in the future, he didn’t know whether Du Hanling would come to congratulate him in person, or send the chief Altar Patron of the Taoist temple, Lu Ying, to test the depths.

Mi Yu found Chen Ping An and said softly: “Lord Hidden Official, I have an immature suggestion.”

Chen Ping An said in a bad mood: “Immature? Then wait until it’s ripe before telling me.”

Mi Yu was hit hard.

First there was Colorful Bird Mansion, and then there was Pearl Hairpin Island. Chen Ping An had not settled these two accounts with Sword Immortal Mi.

He was ruining the atmosphere of Luo Po Shan.

Mi Yu braced himself and said: “I want Xiao Mo to be the chief Altar Patron of the Lower Sect, and I will continue to retain the position of second seat of Luo Po Shan and stay here to cultivate. As long as it is a place where I should contribute, I will never be lazy in the slightest.”

Chen Ping An shook his head and said: “This matter will not work for the time being. I have an agreement with Xiao Mo that he will serve as a death soldier by my side for a limited time. The current identity of Altar Patron is just a cover. When the agreed time is up, then it will be truly decided whether Xiao Mo will leave or stay.”

Mi Yu said: “With Xiao Mo’s temper, plus how congenial he is with Luo Po Shan…”

Chen Ping An still shook his head and said: “The matter is the matter, but the principle is not the principle.”

Mi Yu was convinced: “No wonder I can only be a doorkeeper in the accounting room when I get to Chun Pan Hall.”

“Mi Yu has always been the Mi Lan Yao of the Great Wall of Swords.”

Chen Ping An added: “He is still the leader of our Summer Resort Palace.”

If Pei Qian had a headache when she met Guo Zhu Jiu, then Sword Immortal Mi had even more of a headache when he thought of the group of extremely smart young sword cultivators in the Summer Resort Palace. They were really too hurtful when they spoke. What was the swordsmanship talent that was unparalleled, and the Sword Immortal Mi who had made great contributions, and what were the jade and flower clusters that were two leaders…

Chen Ping An suddenly said: “Has Chief Zhou invited you to the Flower God Mountain in the Cloud Cave Blessed Land? Have you heard of Rouge Painting?”

Mi Yu said decisively: “I have not been invited, and I have never heard of it!”

Chen Ping An laughed: “Little Rice Grain didn’t say that. She not only said that you are good at fighting poetry and that your literary talent is as big as a bowl, but she also swore and was full of confidence, claiming that she would do her best to help Chief Zhou’s Flower God Mountain Rouge List competition.”

Mi Yu looked helpless and began to pretend to be stupid.

As soon as Sword Immortal Mi left, Chen Ling Jun followed.

Chen Ling Jun tentatively said: “Master, can I discuss something with you?”

Chen Ping An asked with a smile: “Because you are amazingly talented and you cultivate hard, you are about to break through? Are you planning to walk the river again?”

Chen Ling Jun was speechless for a moment.

This time, he shamelessly followed the Fenghu Yuan Ferry to Tong Ye Island in the south, Chen Ling Jun of course had some selfish motives, but this matter was more difficult to talk about.

Chen Ping An said straightforwardly: “Don’t think about being the Mountain Guardian Altar Patron of the Lower Sect. I have already discussed it with Dongshan and plan to let Hongxia be the Right Guardian of the Lower Sect’s ancestral mountain.”

Chen Ling Jun scratched his head and said that he knew.

He was a little disappointed, but it was nothing. A little bit of worry could be solved with a drink.

Besides Hongxia, who had successfully transformed into a dragon after walking the river, there was also the Lord of Fox Kingdom, Pei Xiang, who was yet to be determined.

Chen Ping An reached out and pressed the blue-shirted boy’s head, shook it gently, and said with a smile: “When you reach the Jade Purity Realm, I’ll let you be the Left Guardian of Luo Po Shan. Isn’t that also a Mountain Guardian Altar Patron? The official is even bigger.”

Chen Ling Jun shook his head and shook his head, feeling a little dizzy.

Chen Ping An frankly said: “This matter was strongly recommended by Little Rice Grain, Pei Qian seconded it, and Nuan Shu didn’t object. Since you are so popular, I agreed.”

Who didn’t know that the bamboo building lineage of Luo Po Shan was the most favored and had the most say with the Mountain Lord?

Chen Ling Jun suddenly realized that no wonder Nuan Shu, that stupid girl, had mysteriously taken the initiative to find him not long ago, and said a few silly words, telling him to cultivate well and not to live up to his master’s expectations.

Chen Ling Jun nodded vigorously: “Master, you can rest assured. I will definitely break through earlier.”

Chen Ping An reminded: “Handling slow matters with haste means that you cannot delay. Handling urgent matters slowly means that you must be steady and without mistakes.”

Chen Ling Jun grinned: “I’ll ask Jade Tablet to record it on the bamboo slip later and put it on the desk of Luo Po Shan as my motto.”

A blue shirt with both hands in his sleeves, a gentle expression, a blue-shirted boy with his arms crossed and his eyes raised.

This was his Lower Sect.

Cui Dongshan, Immortal Realm.

Zhong Qiu, Martial Artist at the peak of the Distant Travel Realm.

Cui Wei, Sword Cultivator at the Nascent Soul Realm. His true disciple, Sword Cultivator Yu Xie Hui.

Cao Qing Lang, Qi Refiner at the Dragon Gate Realm, about to become a Golden Core Guest.

Chief Altar Patron Mi Yu, Sword Cultivator at the bottleneck of the Jade Purity Realm. This bottleneck was still bottomless, and breaking through was still a distant matter. It was difficult to reach the Jade Purity Realm, so Mi Yu had made a fool of himself at the Great Wall of Swords. Now it was even more difficult to break through the Jade Purity bottleneck.

Sui Youbian, a registered cultivator of the Lower Sect’s Ancestral Hall, a Sword Cultivator at the Nascent Soul Realm. She would take her eldest disciple Cheng Zhao Lu to occupy a mountain to cultivate, and she personally named it Sweep Flower Terrace.

Yu Xie Hui and Cheng Zhao Lu, two sword immortal embryos from the Great Wall of Swords, were both the first disciples of their respective masters.

Shao Po Xian, a former citizen of the old Zhu Ying Dynasty, from the Zhu Ying Dugu clan, was the hidden Crown Prince, a Sword Cultivator at the Nascent Soul Realm. The reason why Jin Qing, the Mount Zhong God, was so exceptionally respectful to Luo Po Shan and gave way again to Cui Dongshan and Chen Ping An on the matter of buying and selling in his own mountain and water jurisdiction was because of this reason.

Maid Meng Long, at the Viewing Sea Realm. She was a disciple of the Meng clan, a first-class wealthy family of the old Zhu Ying Dynasty.

Shi Qiu, at the Cave Mansion Realm.

The two Earth Immortals Ghosts who lived in the “talisman skins” were a couple who lived and died together. They were conscientious and taciturn on the ferry.

There were also the three fallen cultivators of Yu Zhi Gang’s Shuyi Tower. They were temporarily considered to be guest officials of the Lower Sect. It was as difficult as ascending to the sky for Yu Zhi Gang to restore its Daoist lineage. Now the Immortal families of Tong Ye Island had the same view of the catastrophe that destroyed the sect of Yu Zhi Gang back then, and it was almost eight words: opening the door to invite thieves, they brought it upon themselves.

So the three old disciples of Shuyi Tower did not show up at today’s gathering.

Chen Ping An did not ask the reason, anyway, all the affairs of the Lower Sect, no matter how big or small, were left to Cui Dongshan to handle.

In addition, there was a Fenghu Yuan Ferry that connected the upper and lower sects.

There was the Great Master, Law Keeper Chang Ming, the Second Master, Jia Sheng, the accountant, Zhang Jia Zhen, and the little abacus, Nalan Yu Die.

The Fenghu Yuan Ferry continued all the way south, passing through Tao Ye Ferry of the Da Quan Dynasty, Jade Gui Sect, and finally the Mount Driving Ferry located at the southernmost tip of Tong Ye Island.

Chen Ping An did not take the ferry to travel far away, but instead traveled south with Xiao Mo, Pei Qian, and Cao Qing Lang, and of course it was not a sightseeing tour, otherwise Chen Ping An would not have left Guo Zhu Jiu, Zhao Shu Xia, and Zhao Luan behind.

Chen Ping An had his own selfish intentions and care for this group of true disciples, but he could not be partial in his actions.

Just because Cao Qing Lang was a sure thing to be the next Sect Master, and his Lower Sect was a cross-river dragon from Tong Ye Island that traveled south to Tong Ye Island, he needed to get familiar with some of the local snakes in Tong Ye Island early, and he had promised Huang Yi Yun of Yuncao Hall in Mount Pu before in Chief Zhou’s Cloud Cave Blessed Land that he would bring his disciple Pei Qian to visit in the future.

In addition to the immortal secret of the prayer for rain, and the Yun Shui Body learned from the Nine True Immortals Pavilion, Chen Ping An had already taught them to Cao Qing Lang and Zhao Luan before leaving the Lower Sect. Of course, there was also Chai Wu, this little girl who liked to drink at least half a catty of wine every day. He still let Xiao Mo teach her on his behalf. Chen Ping An really couldn’t teach her.

Before setting off, Guo Zhu Jiu asked the Eldest Senior Sister with a smile if she hoped that