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In a house in Peach Blossom Lane, there was a benevolent old man sitting on a rattan chair under the porch. Beside him was a mischievous and adorable maid, who was wearing yellow striped trousers and a light blue dress. She was listening to the old man's story while slowly fanning herself.

The old man suddenly opened his mouth and asked, "Where's the wind, Peach Blossom? I'm not trying to scare you. If you were to be lazy in a house outside of the small town, you would be punished. "

There was no response. Just as he was about to continue teasing his servant, his expression suddenly changed. He raised his head and looked off into the distance, his expression grave. It turned out that not only was there no movement from the fan the young maid was holding, even the invisible breeze had stopped blowing. The old man hurriedly held his breath and chanted the incantation silently, forgetting to meditate to avoid losing his cultivation in this short period of time in the river of time. The old man sighed lightly. Qi Jingchun, who abided the etiquette the most, had finally made an exception and made his move. As a result, a storm was brewing.

In the iron well, a burly young man from a foreign village was squatting not far away, staring at the rolling wheel with all his might. Out of the corner of her eyes, however, she secretly glanced at the silhouette of a plump village woman, who was bending down to pick up a bucket from the well. From the corner of her eyes, she secretly glanced at the silhouette of a plump village woman, who was bending down to pick up a bucket of water from the well. When the young man realized that the surrounding environment had become eerily quiet, he did not move, but bravely looked at the beautiful scene of a woman drawing water. The young man secretly swallowed his saliva and quickly turned around, changing into a crouch.

No wonder Master said that the ladies at the foot of the mountain were all from Lin Hu and their skills were greatly reduced, but once they were brought up the mountain, they would become a mountain tiger that reigned over all and would eat people. After Master drank, he would always say that all the heroes in the world would lose to his mountain tiger, without exception. But the young man felt that Lin Hu was already very strong, for example the woman in front of him, even though her appearance was ordinary, her enchanting appearance made his heart itch, if she gave him a slap without saying a word, it would be unreasonable, so the young man felt that he was too afraid to retaliate.

The young man was a bit discouraged as he thought of this. He looked down at his crotch and cursed, "No wonder he has no backbone!"

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In Cement Lane, Song Juedai was flipping through a thick old yardstick, Song Juedai found a lot of rules, such as basically adding it every sixty years, so Song Juedai gave it the name of《 A Zi Ji》 in private, and also when the townspeople were taken out by distant relatives when they were young, almost no one returned to their hometowns, it seemed like they didn't like falling leaves back to their roots, and were outside the walls of the city. Many families' surnames would open their branches and leave their leaves outside, and even grow into giant, ingrained trees, so Song Juedu also called it as "Outside the Wall Book".

At this moment, the young man was reading a page full of characters, describing a life story called Cao Xi's life story. He was very stingy with his brush and ink, another characteristic of this book, and Song Juechen had read it at least seven or eight times, so he had long since become familiar with it, so when he had free time, he would only choose a few strange characters' stories, which were described by a storyteller. As for the authenticity of the stories, Song Juxi didn't care, as he only remembered the man in the official uniform who came alone to the small town in the middle of the night.

At this moment, Song was completely motionless, just like those broken clay statues in the southeast part of the town. They were casually lying in the grass and mud, unmoving despite the wind or the rain. Through the light that shone on the desk from the window, she maintained an unnatural stillness.

In this house, the only people and things that could move were the servant girl, Young Gui, and the unremarkable Four-legged snake. The first thought that popped into her mind was to go to the yard next door and find the paralyzed young lady, and scold her for being a dog that was drenched in blood. However, when the servant girl realized the existence of the sword, she immediately dispelled this tempting thought. She first went to her young master's room and glanced at the contents of the book. She found the words "Cao Xi" annoying, so she helped him to turn over a few pages. Only after seeing the length of the book, did she smile happily. However, she soon turned the page back to avoid revealing her secret, so as not to expose her secret, the shrewd young master had only suspected her identity out of curiosity over the years, and had never really found any conclusive evidence. She did not want to fail when she was done with her work, so she often went to school with her young master, feeling that there were some words that were said by scholars, such as "those who sacrifice their life to gain justice", and some words that were not bad, such as "those who walk a hundred miles or so", truly made sense.

The earthen-yellow four-legged snake was sunbathing on the threshold, and when it was still, it had recovered its "real body". Under the light, one could see that it was overflowing with colors, crystal clear, and its entire body looked like a piece of glazed glass.

In the room next to his house, the girl in black, Ning Yao, was in a very mysterious fetal breathing state. She did not breathe deeply through her mouth or nose, just like a baby who was still in a baby's womb.

Inside the snow-white sword sheath, the flying sword seemed to have received an amnesty. As it slowly came out of the scabbard, it lightly flew around its owner. It was not flying around randomly, but was instead drawing talismans with a spirit rune to create the best place for its healing master to live. As expected, the young lady, who had no signs of breathing, was sucked into her body like a whale swallowing water, madly absorbing the spirit energy from the heaven and earth. Thus, at this moment, the dead silence of the town was in stark contrast to the lively atmosphere of the house.

On the southern bank of the stream outside the town.

There was a short man with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and an imposing aura. He was bare-chested and holding a hammer while forging. With a swing, sparks flew everywhere and the room was filled with radiance.

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Countless sparks of fire scattered around the spacious room, splendid and magnificent.

One swing of the hammer could create an image.

Opposite the man stood a young girl with a neat ponytail. She was petite and wore a leather cloak to prevent sparks from falling onto her body. Ordinary cotton clothes could easily burn holes through.

After a single beating, all the sparks in the room suddenly stopped.

The ponytailed girl frowned and asked, "Father?"

The man said in a deep voice, "If it's your turn, why don't you temper your sword strokes? This is the perfect opportunity to temper your heaven's will."

The girl put down the old sword bar and pushed aside the sparks in front of her. The sparks were casually waved back and forth, causing her entire body to move. The flames that should have been motionless in the river of time continuously collided with the sparks, colliding with each other time and time again, causing the light in the room to appear extremely chaotic.

Compared to the seniors in the town who seemed to be hiding in the depths of the abyss, each and every one of them were concentrating their attention and meditating. The actions of the young lady were truly too domineering.

Especially when she swung it, it was fierce and powerful, even more wild and unruly than an experienced man.

The sparks that were created by each strike did not disappear at the end of the line. Therefore, as time and time again stacked on top of each other, the densely packed sparks were like bright stars as they gathered in the sky.

Sword-forging room, Martian billion.

The man stared fixedly at the red sword embryo as he instructed in a low voice, "Recite the 'Sword Crafting Scripture' 'Dragon Revelation Scripture' in your heart!"

The young girl's aura suddenly dropped as she whispered, "Father?"

The man said angrily, "What are you doing?"

The girl's aura dropped again as she timidly said: "I haven't eaten much in the afternoon. I'm hungry and I can't punch anymore."

The man was even angrier. If he wasn't forging a sword, he would have been on the verge of scolding someone, "It's obvious that I'm asking you to recite it as if it's your life. What kind of excuse can I come up with …?" "Damn it, with my daughter's appetite, it's normal for her to be hungry. It really isn't an excuse …"

The girl secretly smiled. Although she said that she was hungry, her movements were not the least bit slowed down. In that instant, the girl let out a loud shout and used all her strength to smash the hammer down.

This time, the amount of sparks that shot out was extremely large and dazzling.

The man's expression did not change as he thought to himself, "It's done."

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In the courtyard of the Gu family estate, the woman slowly woke up with a splitting headache. She sat back on the bench with the help of her child. True Lord Jianjiang, Liu Zhimao, was resting with his eyes closed.

The Gu family's woman pressed her son down beside her and asked softly, "Immortal elder, what's going on?"

The old man did not open his eyes as he said, "This old man has a good disciple and you have a good son. "You just have to wait for mother to make a living."

The woman was overjoyed. Tears welled up in her eyes as she held the child and whispered, "Father, did you hear that? We, Gu Chun, will definitely have a promising future …"

He opened his eyes and looked down at the lines on his palm, as if he was trying to find a new path. "Why is that?" he mumbled to himself. That shouldn't be. "The youth didn't die, but instead that immortal disciple died for some unknown reason?"

The old man had no choice but to stand up and pace about the courtyard, pinching his fingers rapidly. "Trash!" "If I fall into the hands of a young man from a market, the thousand years of prestige that Clouds Mountain has painstakingly accumulated would be completely destroyed."

The woman said nervously, "Old Daoist, since our family's Cha'er has already taken on a master, why don't we let Chen Ping off the hook?"

The old man shouted angrily, "The merciful of women! If you really had a merciful heart, you and I shouldn't have had murderous thoughts when we first met. To come at this time to pretend to be a female Bodhisattva, and be so shameless? "

The woman was scolded to the point that her face turned pale, and she mumbled under her breath, not daring to say a single word.

The old man could not calm his anger. He pointed at the woman and yelled, "Country woman, experience is limited! "In the future, after we return to the Lake of Books, you two must not meet too often so as to not hinder his cultivation. Do you have any objections?"

The woman quickly waved her hand and said, "I don't dare."

The old man's eyes were gloomy.

The woman was stunned and quickly regained her senses. With a sullen face, she said pitifully, "No objections, absolutely not!"

The old man waved his sleeves and coldly said, "You infuriate this old man!"

Previously, when she saw that the woman had a somewhat unique charm and had the thought of taking her as a personal servant, she had acted so vulgar. It was only right that she had missed her chance of entering the path of cultivation.

The elder suddenly felt as if he was facing a great enemy. He surveyed his surroundings, and sure enough, this world had been artificially made into a 'forbidden realm'. This forbidden realm was one of the many small heavenly passages in this world.

The power of this great technique could be said to have reached the peak of perfection. Although it was largely due to the formation, it still made people revere it even more.

Think about it, as long as you are in this world, regardless of whether you are an immortal, buddhist, god or devil, you will kowtow to me when you come here. How does that feel?

Even in his dreams, Master Jiang wanted to reach such heights. A high skill cannot be used? Fuck you! Liu Zhimao wished he could pull in all three third-generation disciples, the Buddha, the Taoist Ancestor, and the Confucian Sect Leader, after having this small domain. He didn't dare to make them lower their heads and bend their bodies.

Without any warning, Liu Zhimao spat out a mouthful of blood. His palm also spurted out blood, as if someone used a sharp weapon to cut a bloody groove.

On his other hand, the white bowl appeared out of nowhere as well. The ripples on the surface of the water were chaotic, and black lines were scurrying all over the place as they hit the wall.

The old man did not hesitate as he placed his palms on the back of his hands. As a member of a Daoist family, he saluted with his hands folded in front of his chest. He bowed deeply and said in a trembling voice, "Master Liu Zhi Mao, Island Lord of the Cyan Gorge Island, I ask for Mister Qi's pity for this junior's sincere desire to pursue the Dao. A saint does not remember to be a villain! "

After a long time.

"Hurry up and leave!"

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The four words resounded in the True Lord's ears like a thunderclap.

Liu Zhimao said ecstatically, "Don't worry, sir. Junior will take Lady Gu and her son out of the town right now."

The old man who had always considered himself as a junior remembered something and carefully asked, "May I ask Mister, how should I deal with these two bags of Gold Essence Copper Coins that I have?"

The authoritative voice boomed once again, "One person, one item. This is a good opportunity for two items. You can just leave them in the courtyard." For the next thirty years, you are not allowed to take even half a step out of the Lake of Books. "

Liu Zhimao felt a sense of relief. This time, he was not as flattering as before. He purposefully bowed to the Confucian scholar, and instead gave a solemn Daoist chief, "This elder dares not say anything. This junior will never forget Mister Qi's great kindness!"

After that, Qi Jingchun's voice did not appear, and the stop soon disappeared. Liu Zhimao did not waste time on nonsense, he immediately ordered Madame Gu to bring him out of the small town, and just as he was about to speak, he was stared at by Liu Zhimao's extremely vicious eyes, scaring the woman into being silent. Liu Zhimao took out two bags, and although he was reluctant to part with them, he placed the Daoist on the bench without hesitation, but just as he walked into the small courtyard, Liu Zhimao suddenly asked, "Did you leave anything behind?"

Confused, Madame Gu immediately reminded him, "Didn't father leave behind a treasure pavilion? The one that was hiding under the bed and eating the ashes?"

Liu Zhimao's eyes lit up. Without a word, he told the woman to lead the way and investigate.

Since the saint had acknowledged that Courtney was a fortuitous opportunity, it meant that the child could take away his own fate.

As for the final destination of these lucky chances, in this small town, even if the Celestial Emperor came, he would have to listen to Qi Jingchun. However, once they arrived at the Lake of Books, it was hard to say.

Finally, when the two of them entered the house, the unattended Gu Jue grabbed the two bags in each hand, gently pulled out the door latch, and ran to the other side of the alley.

Inside the room, the woman knelt on the ground and reached under the bed to move the small but heavy box. It was somewhat strenuous, causing her to gasp for breath.

In the end, True Lord Jianjiang gave her a fierce kick on her plump butt. The old man teased, "Gu family, you lost out on maintenance the day after tomorrow, but just with this, being a second-rate maid in the Green Gorge Island is a little difficult, but being a third-rate maid is more than enough. However, there are a few foreign delegates on the Qingxia Island. You should try to get something from them. At that time, don't be shy and lose your fortune for nothing. "

The woman's body was slightly stiff. Most of her body was still under the bed, so her expression could not be seen.

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At the mouth of an alley, Qi Jingchun said to Chen Ping, "Cai Jinjian and Fu Nanhua, leave them to me. Now that you have these leaves, do not look down on life and death. Live well, and that will be the greatest reward to your parents. As for the Clouds Mountain, the Old Dragon City and the Broken River True Lord, I dare not say that they will never find trouble with you, but they will definitely not find trouble with you for the next ten years. If you are lucky, you will remain a commoner on the market and be safe and sound for thirty years. "

Qi Jingchun laughed and said, "You don't have to be afraid of this town either. Soon, there would be no more of those schemes. If you want to live in peace for twenty or thirty years, find a girl here and marry her. If he wanted to go outside of the small town, it would be a good thing to see the real world. Reading ten thousand books and walking ten thousand miles is something that we, the scholars, have to do. In the future, you will find that it is hard to read and easy to walk in this town, but outside, it is very easy for many scholars to buy books, read books, and collect books. It is just that they do not like to walk far, and find it hard to walk.

The teenager was surprised, "Mr. Qi, is walking hard?"

Qi Jingchun laughed heartily, "Let's not talk about the people outside the town, just talk about yourself. Have you ever seen people of the same age as you running around in the mountains like that on Foru Lu Street and Peach Blossom Leaves?"

The youth nodded. "That's true."

Qi Jingchun thought for a moment, then pulled out a jade hairpin from her bun, bent down, and gave it to the impoverished youth, "Just treat it as a parting gift. It wasn't a precious item, nor was it an item from an immortal. Thus, he could be at ease and accept it. "Actually, I was the same as you, I was once a youth in an alleyway, and after going through many hardships and hardships, I was able to enter the Mountain Cliff Academy. During my time as a disciple, I was the happiest in Jing Chun's life, and when Teacher left the mountain, he gave me this hairpin as a form of hope and support. Unfortunately, looking back on it now, after all these years, I have been doing a bad job, and I believe that if Teacher was still alive, I would definitely be disappointed."

How would the youth dare to accept this gift?

This jade hairpin seemed to also contain the master and disciple relationship between Mister Qi and his teacher. There was no need to talk about affection, not to mention that it was not a light gift either.

The young man did not have much experience, but he was still someone who came from a royal family. He had some appreciation for the quality of an item.

Qi Jingchun gently said, "If you leave it with me, it's going to be buried with me. I might as well give it to you. I have been in this town for nearly sixty years, and have always had a knot that I can't untie. Unfortunately, my mentor is already dead, so I thought that I would never be able to get an answer in my entire life. It was you who unintentionally helped me solve my confusion, so I gave this hairpin to you. "Chen Ping, I can only ask for a locust leaf for you. I can't give you any more opportunities."

The youth received the ordinary jade hairpin with both hands, then raised his head and sincerely said, "Teacher has already done a lot."

Qi Jingchun laughed it off. Seeing that she had persuaded him to accept the hairpin, she had lost a piece of her heart. The hairpin was indeed ordinary, but it was still a legacy from her teacher.

Thus, Qi Jingchun finally warned him, "Chen Ping, remember, no matter what happens in the future, you must never lose hope in this world."

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