Sword comes

Winter has just arrived in the colorful world, and a heavy snowfall has begun in the vast desolate land in the north. The snow piles up like jade, like a world of glass.

The mountains, rivers, grass and trees are all white, it is truly a blank sheet of paper.

The cities they saw along the way were all crudely built, and there were few densely populated places with tens of thousands of households along the way. Even those immortal sects that were the first to occupy beautiful places with beautiful mountains and rivers and establish their own schools had more earthy smell than immortal aura. The archways at the mountain gates were often of poor workmanship, but the plaques were very pretentious, either representing a certain sect or a certain religion, which was a completely different scene from the vast world.

Xie Gou was so happy that he could not help himself. Wow, there were not many cultivators in the middle five realms, but one by one they established a sect and called themselves the founder.

It was the time of melting snow, and they walked along a river that had just thawed. Their boots rustled as they stepped on the thick snow. Passing by a rural village by the water, a group of children were frozen like quails, squatting by the river with fishing rods, but there was no fish in the small bamboo baskets around their waists. Not far away, women with frostbitten hands were pounding clothes by the river, and a group of woodcutters came out of the mountains together, carrying two large bags of charcoal on their bent poles.

They were going to the capital of the Tianyu Dynasty. Chen Pingan said that he wanted to find an acquaintance there, while Qi Tingji suggested taking a look at the snow scenery along the way. Xie Gou certainly welcomed it. She thought that the words of her travelogue of mountains and rivers were already beautifully crafted. If the length could be longer, it would be great!

Chen Pingan bent down and clenched a snowball, squeezing it firmly. After passing the village, in a deserted place, the girl in the mink hat with rosy cheeks rolled up a snowball that looked like a small hill, and was very happy, shouting loudly.

Along the way, it was mostly Xie Gou who was chirping over there, and Qi Tingji could never connect her with the "Sword Cultivator Bai Jing".

Chen Ping'an had already explained to Qi Tingji in the letter that the Lord of Bixiao Cave had already said that Bixiao Mountain and Luobao Beach would be given to Liu Tui's Tianyao Township, but he was not allowed to cheat people outside under the banner of Guandao Temple, otherwise he would demand its principal and interest back.

Qi Tingji smiled and said, "After hearing this great news, Liu Tui was extremely happy and immediately wrote back with his flying sword. His handwriting was sloppy, and you can see how excited he was when he wrote it."

"He said that he would visit Luopu Mountain in the near future and personally thank the official. In the letter, he also asked me about the official's preferences so that he could prepare a gift. I always had to say a few good words for the official, so I told Liu Tui that the mountain master Chen was a man of integrity and justice, and he didn't like the smell of money, so I suggested that he visit the mountain empty-handed."

"As for when Liu Tui arrived at Luopu Mountain, I have no idea."

Xie Gou pushed the snowball hard and it rolled towards the top of a mountain. She stopped halfway up the mountain. She clapped her hands and said with satisfaction, "Old Sword Immortal Qi, you really understand our mountain master."

Chen Pingan explained: "Such a big favor cannot be paid off with one or two magic weapons. It's better to be empty-handed. You can owe it. Today, Tianyao Township is still in the stage of rebuilding the sect, especially repairing Bixiao Mountain. The expenses are huge, and they must be stretched everywhere. I estimate that Liu Tui will at most grit his teeth and give him a semi-immortal weapon?"

Xie Gou pondered it for a while and felt that this was the truth, so he began to complain that Old Sword Immortal Qi was being dishonest, "I mean well, but why do you say it in such a weird way?"

Qi Tingji raised his chin and said, "It's the trend started by your mountain master."

"Liu Tui's reputation in the mountains of the three western continents is average. It's not an exaggeration to say that he has a sinister personality and is vindictive. However, as long as you treat him as a friend, he is still very loyal and will only help his relatives. I believe Luopu Mountain needs one or two allies like him on the mountain."

"In Fuyaozhou, if we talk about who is the number one person on the mountain, it is of course the old ascended Yang Qiangu. In his early years, Liu Tui did not fall into a lower realm, and he also believed that he was no match for Yang Qiangu. But in terms of the strength of the sect, let alone the current Back Mountain, even before Yang Qiangu went to Gongde Forest, the Back Mountain was still not as good as Tianyao Township."

Hearing this, Xie Gou said, "I heard that if it weren't for the old swordsman Qi who came to his rescue on the battlefield, Liu Tui would have been hung on the wall and worshipped. Just based on this, Liu Tui is not a bad guy. Otherwise, my mountain master wouldn't have nodded and asked Xiao Mo to help pass a message to fellow Daoist Bi Xiao. In a few days, it will be Grain in Ear Day... Mountain master, can you tell me?"

Chen Pingan looked around, threw the snowball far to the peak where the big snowball was lying halfway up the mountain, and said with a smile: "What's there to not say about this?"

Xie Gou said, "On the day of Grain in Ear, the mountain master will officially take over as the national teacher of Dali. It will be a natural thing. At that time, the Dali Dynasty will have a grand celebration. Previously, Emperor Song He even hinted to Wei Bo that we should dispatch as many masters as possible from Luopu Mountain to help, show off, and scare people in any way possible. We must always hold up the posture of the Taoist master of a continent. By then, won't the capital be deserted? At first, the mountain master thought it was completely unnecessary. As long as he attended the morning court one day and stood in the palace, it would be done. But not long ago, he changed his mind. Not only will Luopu Mountain send several strong soldiers and generals, but also invite several friends. If Liu Tui happens to be there, he can be counted as one to participate in the celebration."

Qi Tingji asked with a smile: "Your mountain master has already calculated everything, so I can't run away, right?"

Xie Gou just kept talking to himself: "I have used this idiom to perfection!"

Chen Pingan said with a guilty conscience: "It is still some distance away from the realm of perfection that can be appreciated by both the elite and the masses."

Xie Gou nodded and said, "The mountain master has insights. I will continue to work hard."

Qi Tingji was puzzled. Could it be that Bai Jing had such a personality ten thousand years ago?

He couldn't help but joke, "Xie Cixi only needs to write down everything he saw and heard in ancient times, and it will be a wonderful book."

Xie Gou sighed, waved his hand, and retorted: "Old Sword Immortal Qi, you don't understand the market. If you really want to write it down, which bookstore will have the courage to help print and sell it? The government will definitely arrest me and mistake me for a murderer and robber. Otherwise, who can write such a vivid and realistic Jianghu."

Qi Tingji was speechless.

Chen Pingan laughed a lot.

On the road that can roughly be called an official road, there are wheelbarrows carrying coal into the city. Near the county town, there are clothing stalls on the roadside. Beggars in tattered clothes stand in groups of three or two, basking in the free sun while eyeing those old but thick cotton-padded clothes.

In a carriage leaving the city sat the son of an official with an indifferent expression. Donkeys and mules were rare here nowadays, and those who could ride horses must be very rich.

Qi Tingji felt a little emotional, a brand new world, this blank world.

Earlier at the riverside, a crucian carp finally took the bait and was thrown into the bamboo fish basket.

Qi Tingji also knew the young hidden official's intention. He came to the Tianyu Dynasty to talk to someone about something. It was true that he wanted to see more of the customs and practices of the colorful world, which was also a matter of public opinion. The words fame and fortune in the world are the bait, and the longevity road on the mountain is also tempting. Throughout the ages, how many people can resist taking the bait?

This county town, located in the capital of the Tianyu Dynasty, has no city walls, but a river runs through the city. When they entered the city, they saw a high blue brick platform, which was both the local water affairs office and a stage. There were holes underneath as a passage. Today was a temple fair, and colorful tents were built. People gathered again. Dozens of sturdy and agile men were hired by the office to do somersaults, jump on ropes, flip tables and climb poles, spit wine and spit fire, and perform to entertain the gods. There were also dozens of strong women who either wore linen clothes and masks, pretending to be the ox-headed and horse-faced demons, or put on heavy makeup and colorful clothes, dressed as yakshas and rakshasas. The stage changed props accordingly, and set up sword mountains, sword trees, saws and oil pots, like a picture of hell. Two people, with packages slung across their shoulders and nimble hands and feet, climbed up two bamboo poles and hung two long strings of white paper lanterns on the top, and then suddenly threw paper money to the stage, which scattered like flying snow in an instant. The spectators outside the stage were terrified and looked horrified. They dared not watch any longer, but were reluctant to leave. Several timid children had already huddled in their parents' arms and started crying. Fortunately, it was a sunny day. If it was late at night, even the young and strong would not dare to walk at night.

It was so lively and bustling, and Xie Gou was fascinated by the scene.

There was a playboy who wanted to take advantage of a young woman, but Xie Gou pushed through the crowd and kicked the man in the knee. The latter fell to the ground and couldn't get up. The young woman heard the noise and turned her head to see the man greeting her husband. Not far away, she saw a girl in a mink hat with her hands on her hips. The woman covered her mouth and laughed. Her smile was as beautiful as a flower. When she saw the middle-aged man in a blue shirt and the young man in a white robe a little further away, she stopped smiling, turned her head shyly, and continued to watch the show. In her heart, she was wondering which family in the county town this handsome boy was from. Was he going to the market with that elder?

Qi Tingji's attention was only on the stage. Hanging on bamboo poles were two banners with black background and gold characters, which contained a long couplet.

Play tricks in the world of the living and the dead, and watch the good and evil follow the cause and effect. Who can escape? This life is the place to become a Buddha!

Day and night, you just need to be smart and calculate everything. You must know that you will change your surname and name and appearance after life and death, but your heart will still be there after the end! How can we be so confused as to owe debts?

Qi Tingji said softly: "It's really a joke."

Such scenes would be impossible in the Sword Qi Great Wall. When he arrived in Haoran World, Qi Tingji immediately rushed to Jinjiazhou where the war was fierce. After the war was over, he went to Nanposozhou to establish the Dragon Elephant Sword Sect. He had been running around in the mountains for all these years and had not really been exposed to the flavor of the city.

The stage show ended, and the audience quickly dispersed. An official from the water affairs office with a big belly, seeing that there was no trouble, went home with a group of clerks. A strong young man who had climbed the pole and scattered money on the stage, and a woman wearing a Nuo opera mask, did not move away with their companions, but waited for a moment, whispered, and then jumped off the high platform together and came to Chen Pingan and his friends. Chen Pingan smiled and said, "Brother Mu Mao, what's going on?"

It was the second Protector of the Nation of the Tianyu Dynasty, Yang Mumao, whose Taoist name was “Wuya”.

As for the first one, he had already dismissed him with two reasons. One, he used the Jindan realm to fight with him and won. The second, he was actually in the Yupu realm. The old immortal in the Yuanying realm was convinced of his defeat, so he resigned from his official position, changed his headgear, and secretly became the manager of the "Wuya" Zhenren's mansion.

Yang Mumao smiled and said, "I have nothing to do, so I come here to understand the sufferings of the people. Since this is an understanding and not an inspection, we must do something practical. How to gather popularity has taken a lot of thought. For example, this performance on stage takes a lot of time, but I don't charge the people a penny."

Chen Pingan nodded.

"Brother, this is the princess of our Tianyu Dynasty. Her surname is Ding and her name is Rong. She is not a pampered person at all. She can enjoy delicacies from land and sea, and she can eat steamed bread with relish. She can sleep on the step-out bed of a thousand-day worker, and she can also sleep on the floor in the temple."

Yang Mumao introduced with a smile: "Your Highness, let me introduce you to you. This is the good man I often mentioned to you!"

Ding Rong had a strange look on his face and saluted. For a moment he didn't know how to address the other party appropriately, so he could only say that he had heard of your name for a long time.

She got along very well with Master Yang, and often heard him talk about a "fight, no acquaintance" in his hometown of Uttarakuru. She said that he and that promising young brother had many misunderstandings, and how they turned enemies into friends, and together they went through the veritable valley of ghosts, and finally became brothers who shared weal and woe. In terms of strategy, they were equal in strength; in terms of cultivation, the difference was only a hair's breadth; in terms of appearance, she was the clear winner.

Chen Pingan smiled and clasped his fists in return, "Greetings, Princess."

Xie Gou nodded. He liked the woman. She looked heroic and had a strong body. Although she had a big butt, her breasts were flat. She was obviously an expert in martial arts.

Yang Mumao couldn't help but ask, "Brother Good Man, where is my great benefactor, Mr. Xiaomo? Why didn't he come here with us?"

The girl in the mink hat nodded. This guy is quite sensible.

Chen Pingan smiled and said, "He is in seclusion."

Yang Mumao said tentatively in his mind: "I saw that sword flash by earlier, and it seemed familiar to me. Could it be?"