Sword comes

Chapter 967 Not the Second Yudou

The snow and the moon are suitable for both, and the youth is even more pure.

Including this guy who called himself Cui Dongshan, a total of six people walked to the tall mansion with a library of [-] volumes.

A man like a thin monkey walked in the front, sweeping the snow with his feet to make way, so as to prevent the pair of embroidered shoes on the woman's feet from being soaked by the snow.

A woman named Wang Manmeng, she claims to be a sea viewer, but she doesn't like being called a fairy. A thin man once flattered a horse's hoof and got slapped.

Along the way, she chatted with the handsome young man who claimed to be Cui Dongshan. Of course, the woman from Yexiu, with a flowery smile, hides many delicate thoughts, just like the road under the snow. Looking at the white and flawless, if you really want to push it away with your feet, it is muddy.

Wang Manmeng noticed that the young man's footsteps were frivolous, not like a trainer, his boots were already covered with snow crumbs, the young man shivered from the cold, he patted the falling snow on his head and shoulders lightly, and kept asking if it was there yet.

The main reason is that this woman had a disagreement with her concubine Hong Chou. Wang Manmeng didn't want to send her under the fence, because she looked at people's faces, and she hated the court government. She didn't even think about finding a mountain to start a sect. After all, Hong Chou was born in the rivers and lakes. How did he know the way of the mountain? People who kill people don’t need to see blood. When they meet those genealogical monks with strong backing and deep background, they often walk by the river without getting their shoes wet. There will always be some innocent disasters. Those who have conflicts, if they really have a family business, it will be difficult to get out, how can it be so easy to walk away, to say that they are inferior to the other party, and compromise?At that time, what else can I do, just wash Hong Chou's face and sell her ass, or just do the "marriage" business and push her out?You, Hong Chou, don't mind wearing a hat on your head, but my old lady thinks it's too much trouble to pretend to be coquettish on the bed.

So the two groups of people lived in the adjacent Gaomen mansion, quite a bit of meaning that the well water does not violate the river water.

The woman and the young man in white walked into the house side by side, and came to a lobby. The valuables had long been emptied, and the house seemed to be empty. There was only a nanmu plaque left, but it was not hung on the wall, but lay on the table by the wall. under.The white-clothed boy crossed the threshold and entered the lobby. After a quick glance, there was indeed nothing left, so he ran and squatted by the table, then pouted his buttocks, got under the table, and wiped the dust on the plaque with his hand. "Longevity and longevity".

Cui Dongshan took out the plaque and put it on the table first, planning to move it back to Mi Xuefeng's study.

There were two braziers in the room, and they burned the charcoal by themselves. The thin man was diligent, and went to add some charcoal to the brazier. Finally, he did not forget to stir some charcoal ash to cover the fiery red charcoal, so that the charcoal would not burn too fast. At first glance, he is a thrifty housekeeper.

Divided into two groups, each sat around the brazier, and there was heavy snow outside the door.

Probably because of the addition of a strange boy, there were not many words and the atmosphere was deserted.

This person's origin is unknown, dare to enter the ghost town alone, how could it be that kind of ignorant young man who seems weak on the surface, few people who dare to enter the ghost town alone are good, look at the youth, God knows how old.

Only the man adding charcoal, with a cheeky face, sat on the side of the beautiful woman, just facing the little fair face.

Wang Manmeng is Hong Chou's concubine, under normal circumstances no one would dare to tease her, before Gu Qiu just looked like someone who had studied, and when he entered the city, Hong Chou often wore small shoes, this skinny man is an exception, I guess It's because I feel that my mistress is not picky about food, so she won't talk about it.

The charcoal in the brazier exploded, making the sound of firecrackers. Occasionally, there would be sparks splashing, which splashed to the man's trousers several times. The thin man seemed worried that the sparks would burn through his trousers, so he would always slap him a few times.

Cui Dongshan bent down and picked up a piece of charcoal on the edge of the brazier, crushed it lightly, and said with a smile, "It's white charcoal, it's much more expensive than ordinary black charcoal. Sister Manmeng, you can do it, you live so carefully?"

Wang Manmeng raised his chin, glanced sideways at the man sitting opposite Cui Dongshan, and smiled charmingly, "I don't know anything about white charcoal and black charcoal. It's Qian Houer's unique craft. I don't have any serious skills. The stove is used as a cook, chopping firewood and burning charcoal. , Digging the ground with a hoe, and building wooden carts are all good hands."

The thin bamboo pole-like man was originally leaning forward, with his head down, stretching out his hands to warm himself by the fire, while looking at the beautiful woman's embroidered shoes out of the corner of his eye, his throat moved slightly, and he swallowed saliva, really greedy. Wang Manmeng's skin is so white, it seems that water can be squeezed out, and the two feet of the embroidered shoes are not exposed to the sun all year round. Wouldn't it be whiter and tenderer? Gu Qiu, who used to help her wash her feet with water, is really a blessing... Hearing the words at this moment, he raised his head, rubbed his hands together and said with a smile: "Brother Cui has a good eye. It is indeed white charcoal, which is not comparable to black charcoal. It is resistant to burning, does not emit smoke, and does not choke people. Of course, good things cost money. I can’t afford this kind of white charcoal.”

Cui Dongshan took off a pair of snow-soaked boots, apologized, then held one in each hand, turned the boots over to warm himself, and asked with a smile, "In your hometown, how much can you sell for a hundred catties of charcoal for one or two taels of silver?"

Qian Hou'er laughed and said, "My hometown relies on mountains to eat mountains. There are several kinds of hardwoods on the mountains, which are very suitable for burning white charcoal. They are quite famous. It is recorded in the government records that the kiln mouths for burning charcoal are called green carp. As for how the kiln got its name, there are also rumors. There is a Carp Goddess Temple by a river at the foot of a mountain. Later, when I was far away from my hometown, I realized that it was called a temple of obscenity. No matter what I think, I don’t change my words. Before I left my hometown, I remember that the incense at the Liyu Niangniang Temple has always been very good. I used to burn incense and kowtow when I was a child. If there is heavy snow like today, The weather is very cold, and the price will go up if God rewards the food. It can be sold for two, two, four or five renminbi. If you have some connections with the accountants and concierges of rich and noble people in the states and counties, the price can be doubled. Brother Cui, at first glance, it looks like a rich man from our family, and a god who practiced Taoism on the mountain, how do you know the market price of the charcoal business?"

Wang Manmeng actually wanted to interrupt several times, but saw that the young man in white listened seriously and was very patient, so he waited for Qian Houer to finish talking, and then complained with a smile: "Cui Lang is just asking you for a price, nonsense like that. What to do more, the more saliva is poured with horse urine?"

The skinny man's expression was resentful. In fact, this Jianghu man nicknamed Qian Hou'er usually doesn't talk much and can't do anything.It's just that when talking about the handicraft of burning charcoal, and it has something to do with my hometown, fortunately, I finally met a knowledgeable person. The man couldn't help himself for a while, so he couldn't keep his mouth shut.

Cui Dongshan said with a smile: "My husband has burned charcoal before. He is an expert. I just listened to it a few times. If my husband is here, I will definitely have a few more words with you."

Cui Dongshan asked casually: "How long have you been here and how much money have you earned?"

Wang Man Meng Jiao Didi said: "Back to Cui Lang's words, I came to the city in the summer last year, and half a year passed in a flash. As for how much money I earned, I won't talk about it until the money is exposed. It's hard to say that it's a rewarding return. Anyway, it's not a waste of time." A trip, compared to being a pawn for the courts of various countries outside, it is always a lot easier to live. It is a rare and good year. Is Cui Lang interested in traveling with us? Hong Chou has a friend Brother Bai, who has a relationship with the military commander, is well informed. He sent a message at the end of last year, saying that the Dayuan Dynasty may not be able to take care of these ghost cities that have been drained of oil and water in the past two or three years. The emperor is too busy. Very nah."

At the end of last winter, before they met Zhong Kui and Gusu, they were actually full of money. According to Gu Qiu's valuation, they had already earned almost exactly one grain rain money, which was shared equally, which was about ten snowflake money per person, but according to the agreement According to the customary Taoist rules, accounts are not calculated in this way. The real big players are still Hong Chou, who claims to be a warrior of the five realms, but is actually in the sixth realm, and Wang Manmeng, who claims to be in the sea-viewing realm, but is actually in the cave. The mandarin ducks, the two of them will divide about [-]%, but this team is pulled together by the two of them, and no one dares to object. How hard is it to kill a few living people? It's already very moral and moral.Afterwards, they seemed to have had a great fortune and earned another seven or eight Xiaoshu coins. Now the two groups of people are left to see what Wang Manmeng and Hong Chou talk about.

Cui Dongshan asked with a smile: "If you come to this kind of place to earn money with your life, no one will die?"

Wang Manmeng smiled and said: "No, it's really good luck. The first thing I did when I entered the city was not in vain. I went to the Temple of the City God to burn incense and make a wish. Qian Hou'er has a craft and helped burn paper money from two large dustpans."

Qian Hou'er got a compliment, as if his bones were lightened a few taels, he sat there grinning foolishly.

It's really rare, 12 people entered the city together, there was no danger, not to mention earning a lot of money, and everyone can have a full beard, and no one is missing arms or legs.Colleagues in other cities are not so lucky. There are dozens of ghost towns in the old Dayuan Dynasty, large and small. The court held water and land rituals earlier. The vicious and fierce ghosts were still rampant, and they stopped a little later at the close of the new year.It was probably because of their collocation, led by a few Shanzawa Yexiu, who knew a little bit of mountain magic, to win over a group of martial artists, to plan food with wild dogs, and to eat some leftovers that escaped from the nails of the officers and soldiers of the imperial court.In the autumn and winter of last year, news often spread that in those states and counties, people died violently from time to time, or were even possessed by ghosts, or were haunted, and suddenly started killing each other. It is rumored that there is a ghost city where there was a fierce war, and the yin is so heavy that an earth fairy ghost appeared, gathering thousands of ghost soldiers in the surrounding area. Hong Chou was worried at that time. After thinking about it, the one who wanted to withdraw from the city was worried that the golden core ghost would go south. There is no sign of wild ghosts gathering in groups every night, as if there are heroic spirits and ghost generals mobilizing troops. On the night of New Year's Eve, in the middle of the night, there was another big disturbance, and Gu Qiu did not hesitate. Violating the prohibition, risking being held accountable by the Dayuan court or even the Confucian Academy, for the first time, he put on an official robe of the City God and sat in the City God Temple. After that, all the ghosts seemed to disappear, Qianhou The son vowed, saying that God opened his eyes, took those lonely ghosts, let them have a home, paved a road to hell in Yangjian, ghosts walked across Naihe bridge and drank Meng Po soup, and then they could reincarnate went.

Wang Manmeng is an out-and-out qi practitioner, what she saw and knew was not comparable to a few old sayings Qian Houer heard, but she was also confused. I just feel that there is an inexplicable "atmosphere" in the whole world, not the vision of mountains and rivers where Qi practitioners dream of gathering the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Passing a long-admired fairy family mountain, near the sect called "Taiping Mountain", the woman has also seen a similar scene, but it seems far less magnificent than that night. In the middle of the night, Wang Manmeng stood alone on the top of the city. When she looked at the dotted "lights", they slowly gathered together and left the ghost city in groups. She could vaguely see that there was a scholar in official robes in the team. , the soldier in armor, after his death, the last journey of the Yinming Mountains and Waters seems to be maintaining order there. In the team, there is that pale but smiling child, led by the elders, and the helper on the top of the city. The women who collected the corpses and built the Yizhuang all bowed down to express their thanks... The woman on the top of the city was stunned, recovered, stretched out her thumb, wiped her face, just for a moment, for no reason, she remembered a sentence If words are not taken seriously, the righteousness of heaven and earth will last forever.

It's just that this thought faded away when she went down to the top of the city, and completely disappeared after dawn. What the woman was thinking about was still her own way out in the future.

Wang Manmeng looked at the white-clothed boy who put his boots by the brazier and began to bake a pair of snow-white socks with his nose, and asked charmingly: "Cui Lang, what do you do? It seems that you are a genealogical monk from which new mountain, come here How about traveling down the mountain here, alone, and the elders of the master sect will not follow to help protect the way?"

It's not like the worship monks of the Xin Dayuan court. They have no airs. To put it simply, they just look at the eyes of others, and they are indeed looking at people.

Wang Manmeng, as a casual cultivator who was expelled from the sect, was not lacking in this kind of eyesight after wandering around for half a hundred years.

The boy in white pinched his nose with one hand, shook two satin socks with the other, and said with a smile, "I am the master of the sect now."

Wang Manmeng covered her mouth with one hand and smiled delicately, then lightly patted the young man's arm, "Cui Lang really likes to joke."

On the other side of the brazier, a young swordsman smiled and said, "The suzerain? Why don't you just become the sect master?"

It has always been the rule that the sect at the bottom of the mountain is not called the sect, and the fairy mansion on the mountain is not called the sect. It has always been the rule, but relatively speaking, the restrictions on the former are much looser. big thing.

If this person surnamed Cui is not joking, since he is the "Suzerain", then he must not be a fairy mansion on the mountain. After all, there are only a few sects in Tongyezhou now?

I never thought that this little boy, at a young age, is also a mess.

Everyone is an old man, once he heard that the young man is not a fairy teacher on the mountain, the atmosphere immediately warmed up, and he was no longer so restrained. As for whether this guy's words are deceptive, he is a Qi practitioner pretending to be a quack, don't worry, the sky will fall Next, there is Wang Manmeng and her concubine standing on their heads, and they can't stand it. Isn't there Gu Qiu, the alternate city god, who will clean up the mess?It's just that in this state city, they are still very confident.

Cui Dongshan smiled and said, "I almost became the deputy leader."

Qian Hou'er finally found someone more capable than himself, and he couldn't bear to laugh at him.

Cui Dongshan continued: "At the top of my house, there are not many people for the time being, and there are less than 1 genealogy monks in charge."

Wang Manmeng burst out laughing, it's a pity that Cui Lang doesn't go to a restaurant to be a storyteller.

Qian Hou'er smiled and stretched his neck to see the heavy scenery on the woman's chest.

"Cui Lang, then do you think my sister can go to your side and be the chief priest? It's fine to be in charge of the patriarch of the law, or to manage money. My sister is good at living, but she can plan carefully."

Cui Dongshan rubbed his chin, and said seriously: "Then sister has to ask a sword cultivator in the Immortal Realm, a sword cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm, and a martial artist in the Nine Realm respectively. They will agree to make room for my sister."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, then burst into laughter.

If it is really a genealogy monk on the mountain, he will also recognize it. Such words are interesting, not many.

The premise is not that kind of eccentric genealogy monk, small belly, likes to joke, but absolutely does not allow others to make jokes about him, one moment he was chatting and laughing, and the next moment he would turn his face and deny anyone.

Cui Dongshan asked suddenly: "My sister just wants to confirm whether I am a genealogical monk? Why, do you have enmity with the gods on the mountain? Or is it the kind of mortal enmity that both sides have to lie down when they meet?"

Wang Manmeng smiled from ear to ear, and stretched out her hands to cover the mountains that were about to come out. Because she likes to wear night clothes, the mountains have clear outlines, tall and straight, and the two peaks face each other, so they look particularly aggressive. She rubbed her heart and said : "Cui Lang's guess is really unreasonable. Cui Lang is so suspicious, but he is like us Shan Zeyexiu."

Cui Dongshan smiled, "Don't be nervous, just ask casually, I must have misunderstood my sister, I always feel murderous."

The beautiful woman with a delicate figure bit her lip, "Sister, how dare she kill someone, she is helpless, only being bullied."

Cui Dongshan laughed it off and put his socks and boots back on.Damn it, if it wasn't for my husband, I would be eating hot pot nearby, let's see how suitable I am as a guest and host to you.

One person got a tip-off from this side of the house, and soon rushed to the house after hearing the news.

He was a burly man in armor, with a knife on his waist, and his face was covered with scars. According to fat Gusu, his appearance warded off evil spirits, and he could scare people away when he walked at night.

It is Hong Chou, a hidden martial artist of the six realms. In today's Tongyezhou, he has this level of martial arts. Whether it is to find a powerful general in the imperial courts of various countries, it is not difficult at all, or to give to those generals who are fearful. Xiang Gongqing, being a family guest minister who protects the safety of the house is even more within your reach.

Hong Chou reached out to tamp the handle of the knife, and strode forward, stepping on the snow on the road, making a rustling sound, which was clearly heard in the snowy night.

Looking at the room, Hong Chou's face was gloomy, and he walked away to Guqiu, who had already separated from them, only to find another young man in white clothes who didn't know his roots.

This made Hong Chou extremely depressed, you auntie, you really don't know how to live or die, the genealogical monks on the mountain, how could you, a wild cultivator in the cave, be able to provoke them casually?

Qian Hou'er got up quickly and squeezed to the brazier beside him.

Hong Chou sat on the chair, took off the saber at his waist, leaned on the saber with both hands, squinted and asked, "Little brother, where are you?"

Cui Dongshan shook his sleeves, rubbed his palms together, took a breath, and said with a smile: "There is a mountain not far from here, called Xiandu Mountain. There are not many people on the mountain now, so I have to think about it." It's about recruiting troops. You and my husband have already met face to face."

Hong Chou frowned, "Which one?"

Cui Dongshan said with a smile: "My husband, right now, is at Miss Xiaofang's yard, drinking and eating hot pot with a senior from Jianghu."

Wang Manmeng suddenly realized, and said with a sweet smile: "It's the young man in the green shirt and long coat and cloth shoes. He is refreshing and bookish. At first glance, he doesn't look the same as us."

The beautiful woman pointed to the ceiling, "It seemed that he came from the sky at that time. You told me afterwards that this person was just looking young. He was probably a land fairy with a good face. He couldn't be provoked. If he wasn't a golden core , is a martial artist with a golden body, anyway, it must be a hard idea of ​​one of the two golds."

Hong Chou's arrogance dropped all of a sudden, when the servant suddenly appeared, Hong Chou who was sitting on the chair didn't dare to draw his knife out of its sheath.

Hong Chou frowned and asked, "Your gentleman, is he a pure martial artist?"

Cui Dongshan laughed and said: "My husband, of course he is a pure martial artist, but he has always regarded himself as a swordsman."

Hong Chou tentatively asked: "What level is it? Golden body level?"

I didn't expect the other party to give an answer.

Seeing the young man in white stretch out his hand, Hong Chou asked strangely, "What's the meaning of this?"

Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "My husband is a martial artist, so you can reward me with a few Xiaoshu money, how about it?"

Hong Chou laughed dumbfounded, there must be something wrong in his head.

It seems that God is still very fair, he gave him a good skin, but he also gave him an unclear head.

Cui Dongshan said with a smile: "Then let's change the gambling method. You can guess my husband's realm. You can guess three times. If you guess correctly, I will give you double the amount. As long as you nod your head and agree, I will sell the iron immediately, take out six fairy coins, and give them to Wang Manmeng for safekeeping."

Hong Chou sneered and said, "Did you learn your gambling skills from Qian Houer?"

Cui Dongshan said: "I can write the answer on a piece of paper in advance, and I can also hand it over to Wang Manmeng for safekeeping. Brother Hong, it's a business that makes money without losing money. Do you want to gamble or not? Dare you make a lot of money?"

Hong Chou said: "If you just write one realm and two realms, can I guess the answer?"

Cui Dongshan shook his head, "After Wang Manmeng has read the answers on the paper, I allow her to wink with you. One is to remind you whether you want to gamble, and the other is to imply whether my answer is reliable or not."

"Of course it has to be agreed in advance, you two are not allowed to speak from your heart, or gather your voice together, um, change to a bet method that is more beneficial to Brother Hong, three bets, what kind of fairy money to use, you can decide first or later Order, the only requirement is to be on the gambling table, we must bet three times, forget it, if you feel that betting a Grain Rain coin is not suitable for small gambling, you can only bet twice."

Qian Hou'er thought it was a good bet.

Golden Body Realm, Long Travel Realm, Mountain Top Realm, come one by one, you can always be fooled once.

There are only so many martial arts masters in the world, except for the small masters of the six realms, and the so-called great masters of the three realms of refining gods.

But Hong Chou was a little embarrassed, because he knew that there was a legendary end above the mountain top.

That young man in the green shirt must not be a martial artist of the sixth realm. Hong Chou was extremely sure of this matter. Since the other party was able to "fall from the sky", either he was a warrior of the Golden Body Realm who jumped from a distance in the city before, or he could travel far away Ascension Realm, then the three kinds of fairy money, you have to bet on four possibilities.If there is no end, it is indeed a bet that can make a steady profit without losing money.

For example, Hong Chou can first spend a snowflake to bet that the boy's husband is the top of the mountain.Then use Xiaoshu money to bet on Jinshenjing.

If you win, treat it as a small gamble and earn a snowflake for nothing, so why not do it.

Because in the depths of Hong Chou's heart, he felt that the man in the green shirt, who looked young, might be a great master of the remote world.

Hong Chou laughed and said, "It's a bet!"

Cui Dongshan took out a piece of paper from his sleeve, and shook it vigorously, "Qian Houer, hurry up, take care of the pen and ink! Brother Cui has earned money, and I will give you a snowflake."

Qian Hou'er hurriedly got up, went to the room where he was temporarily staying to get a pen and ink, muttering that he didn't need it.

The boy in white was surprised and said, "Ah, no need? That's fine. By the way, remember to help dip the ink."

Qian Hou'er looked stiff, wishing he could slap himself in the mouth.

Cui Dongshan took out six fairy coins from his sleeve and held them tightly, "Sister, this is all my belongings, so be sure to hold on tight!"

Hong Chou narrowed his eyes, this guy really has two Gu Yu coins!

Wang Manmeng stretched out her white and supple palm, "Your sister is in charge of the money, so you can rest assured."

The boy in white let go of his hand.

Wang Manmeng held the fairy money in his palm, and he could not stop slandering, Gou Ri's genealogy of the fairy master is really rich!

Alone, out of the house, you can take out two Grain Rain Coins casually, this is Grain Rain Coin, one is equal to a thousand Snowflake Coins!

Qian Hou'er brought a brush with a bamboo tube dipped in ink, the kind with inscriptions on it, it was the least valuable thing in the city, and it was scattered everywhere in various houses. In the past half a year, he gathered it together, hundreds of them too much.

The young man in white turned his back and curled up. After writing a few words, he crumpled the white paper into a ball and held it in the palm of his hand. When handing it to Wang Manmeng, he reminded: "When my sister spreads out the paper, remember to learn I turned around, don't let Brother Hong look at you."

After that, according to the agreement, Wang Manmeng turned her back first, and carefully spread out the paper. Seeing the content on it, she was stunned, took a deep breath, crumpled it again, and faced Hong Chou. She had a strange look, winked, and then Nod.

Indicated that Hong Chou can bet, the boy did not write nonsense.

The boy in white suddenly let out a soft drink, his eyes were sad, and he said extremely aggrieved: "My good sister, if you keep turning your elbows like this, it will hurt people's hearts."

Wang Manmeng's face was embarrassed, so he had to put away a small movement that he thought was subtle and imperceptible.

In case of losing the bet, if Hong Chou turned his face and refused to admit it, she would also be embarrassed.

If Hong Chou sees the fortune, Gu Qiu, who is almost the same as the city god of Yizhou, and Xiao Fang, the female ghost, will definitely not sit idly by. The six fairy coins given by Dongshan were all blacked out.What's more, not to mention Mr. Cui Dongshan, just the old man who claims to be from Aquarius Island, it is not easy.So even if Hong Chou makes a big fuss, at most he will ask for three fairy money back?

To be honest, after the night trials at the Town God's Temple, Wang Manmeng's group of desperadoes really didn't dare to do things so freely.

The boy in white suddenly looked at Qian Hou'er and the other four, and said with a smile, "You can gamble, two or three times, all with snowflake money, how about it?"

Qian Hou'er was not interested, so he smiled and said nothing, but the rest of them were eager to try, but Hong Chou turned his head and gave him a cold look, and they all stopped.

Then Hong Chou took out a snowflake coin and threw it to Cui Dongshan.

The boy in white held the snowflake money with both hands, raised it high above his head, and began to mutter something, guessing that he was praying for God's blessing?

Hong Chou said in a deep voice, "Golden Body Realm."

Cui Dongshan's face was full of horror.

Hong Chou was stunned for a moment, he guessed the realm right now, won?

Subconsciously, Wang Manmeng couldn't help but want to express something, but found that the boy in white was already staring at her, so she could only shake her head with a stern face, "It's not a golden body."

Hong Chou took out another Xiaoshu money that had been treasured for many years, and he no longer pretended to be bold and casually threw it to the young man, and handed it over.

Cui Dongshan rubbed Xiaoshu money with his hands, and laughed, "It's earned."

Then twisted the Xiaoshu coin with two fingers, held it up high, and shook it back and forth, "Tsk tsk, it's the first time I see Xiaoshu money, I'm so happy."

Qian Hou'er and his gang are speechless. You don't open your eyes and talk nonsense.

Sweat dripped from Hong Chou's forehead, and he said, "Emerging Realm."

Cui Dongshan raised a snow-white sleeve, threw Xiaoshu's money into it, and said with a playful smile: "It's in the bag, it's safe."

Wang Manmeng sighed, and said, "It's not a remote place."

Hong Chou stared at her with a vaguely angry expression. Damn it, could it be this woman who partnered with an outsider to cheat him.

Wang Manmeng was so angry that he rolled his eyes.

Cui Dongshan folded his arms around his chest, and said with a smile: "Brother Hong, do you want to gamble for the third time? Gamble big and make big money. I am a gambler with the heart to make money. If you are not fierce, you will succeed. Give it a try, and a few acres of house Change the mountain!"

Hong Chou said, "I don't have Gu Yu money with me."

Cui Dongshan said with a smile: "You don't need to give it right away. I owe it first. I'll check the accounts tomorrow morning. Brother Hong can borrow money from my sister and the others. Let's put it together and convert it into a grain of money. It's a trivial matter."

Hong Chou was suddenly caught in a dilemma. If he lost, his hard work for the past half year would be completely wasted.But what if he wins?

The boy in white raised his legs, stepped on the boots on the edge of the brazier, raised and lowered them, "Sister, pick out those two Gu Yu coins, they will go into Brother Hong's pocket soon."

Hong Chou stood up suddenly, snorted coldly, and strode away.

Qian Hou'er and the others were all stunned on the spot. Isn't it because there is only one mountaintop state left, and they dare not bet on it?On the way when Hong Chou came, was his brain caught by the door panel?

Everyone noticed that as soon as Hong Chou crossed the threshold, the boy in white sweated profusely. He raised his sleeves to wipe the sweat, and explained: "It's hot, it's a little hot."

Hong Chou's footsteps faltered a little, hesitating for a moment, but he still strode away from the house.

Retrieving the ball of paper and the six immortal coins from Wang Manmeng, the young man in white said earnestly: "Brothers, listen to my advice, big bets and small bets, winning and losing, are all money that goes in and out of the door, and you can't keep it." Just have fun. Of course, if the money from the side door enters the house, it is a good thing if you are willing to send it out through the front door. Reported."

Wang Manmeng couldn't listen to these worthless empty truths, and was very annoyed, but his face was still charming and moving, "Cui Lang is good at gambling."

Cui Dongshan praised: "This Hong Chou still has a little concentration."

Wang Manmeng asked with a smile: "Wealth touches people's hearts, so aren't you afraid of Hong Chou?"

Cui Dongshan said: "I'm not afraid of ghosts, but what people will do."

Wang Manmeng smiled.

Qian Hou'er ran outside the door, squatted on the other side of the steps, shook the brush a few times with a flick of his wrist, and then shook out several ink marks in the snow, wiped it back and forth on the snow, and pinched the tip of the brush with two fingers , Squeeze out the ink, like "washing a pen".

Qian Hou'er went back to his room, took out a torch and lit an oil lamp on the table, and hung the cleaned writing brush on the pen holder lightly.

Suddenly, he found that at the door, a young man in white came here quietly like a ghost, leaning against the door, with his hands wrapped around his sleeves, looking at him with a smile.

Qian Hou'er's heart tightened, could it be that he was picking up the soft persimmons and came to rob the house.

Cui Dongshan stretched out his sleeve, flicked it lightly, and flicked a snowflake money to Qian Houer, and said with a smile: "It's not hot, take it. It's enough for you to buy a bunch of pens to wash."

Qian Hou'er was confused for a while, clutching the snowflake money that was actually very hot, not knowing what to do.Accepting it, and leaking the news afterwards, it is easy for Hong Chou to take revenge, and if he does not accept it, it seems that this level is sad.

Cui Dongshan walked into the house and found a booklet on the table. He picked it up and looked at it. He was amused.

It turned out that it was Qian Hou'er who used charcoal pencils to draw tables, chairs, stools, flower tables, beams, columns and bucket arches, with more than a hundred styles.

It is estimated that in this ghost town, Qian Houer opened his eyes and gained insights, and Qian Hou'er took a break from his busy schedule to fiddle with such a "book".

Cui Dongshan flipped through a few pages, and said with a smile: "With this skill, people can't starve to death. Why do you think that if you are lucky enough to come here, and you don't encounter any evil spirits, just your knaves?"

Qian Houer dragged some sour words, "A horse has no night grass and is not fat. It is said in the book that wealth and wealth are found in danger. You can earn a little money throughout the year by making a living by handicrafts. The money is too slow to make it through."

Cui Dongshan turned the pages of the book, "They are only making money, only you are making a living."

Qian Hou'er was confused, what's the difference?Can you live without money in your pocket?

Cui Dongshan raised his head and said with a smile: "Qian Houer, do you want to hang out on the top of my house? Don't dare to say that you are rich and rich, it's better than wandering around in these ghost towns day and night, with your head tied to your trouser belt to earn money for your life. It's precarious, too It’s hard work. What’s more, if you save money, you can spend it on anyone.”

Qian Hou'er didn't think much about it. After thinking about these words for a while, he grinned and said without hesitation: "Let's forget it. I've been used to wandering outside all my life. It's dangerous, but it's more comfortable. Some, let me nestle in one place to enjoy the happiness, forget it."

Some days, the way to live is something that you can't even think about.

This time, no matter whether Hong Chou and Wang Manmeng parted ways and split into two hills from then on, or everyone just broke up, as long as he sits on the ground and divides the accounts, he can probably get ten snowflakes, a full 10 taels of white snowflake silver. Cut it into pieces of silver with scissors, put it in the dustpan, I sat on the roof, and sprinkled it outside, it might snow a little.What's more, according to Wang Manmeng, the courts of various countries are in urgent need of fairy money, and when converted into real gold and silver, there is a big premium.

Cui Dongshan moved an old official hat chair and sat down, raising Erlang's legs, which made Qian Houer's heart beat even more. What's the matter?

Cui Dongshan said with a smile: "Now my mountain is very short of manpower. If you go, you will be useful. The monthly salary is a snowflake, how about it? Just now, it will be used as a deposit."

Before my husband returns to Luopo Mountain, I have to quickly grab a few strong men and go back. First, I will make a familiar face with my husband. In the future, my husband will retreat, travel far and then return home, and then come to Qingping Sword Sect. Today's "newcomers" will be Naturally, he became an old man who was half-baked, and when he met his husband, he would definitely be willing to chat a little more.Because Cui Dongshan knows well that Mr. Xiandu Mountain is not only with Xiandu Mountain, but also Luopo Mountain, which is like a closed mountain now and will be lifted later, especially in the next hundred years, hundreds of years, one after another, and then go up the mountain to practice and practice martial arts The newcomers in the group may not be able to chat so much.What's more, the money monkey in front of me is a charcoal burner in his hometown and a serious kiln worker in the green carp kiln. Isn't he naturally close to the husband?

Qian Hou'er said with a sneer, "Cui Immortal Master, don't make small jokes."

A warrior of the three realms, besides doing odd jobs, what else can he do besides being a scapegoat for others.

Cui Dongshan smiled, "Don't worry, lest you be suspicious, anyway, when you figure it out on your own, or encounter a hurdle that you can't get over, go to a place called Xiandu Mountain to find me. Ping Jianzong, you must recognize these words. Xiandu Mountain is not far from here, go straight to the south, there is a ferry of Xianjia, named Qingshandu, in the future, just pay more attention to Shanshuidibao."

Qian Hou'er was still baffled when the boy in white left the house.

Cui Dongshan went back to the brazier in the lobby and sat down, the people next door had already gone back to their respective rooms to sleep, only Wang Manmeng was still sitting there waiting.

She asked with a smile: "Cui Lang, is your husband really a great master of the Mountain Peak Realm?"

"No."

Wang Manmeng rolled her eyes charmingly, "You're still lying to ghosts."

Why didn't Hong Chou dare to gamble?

Wang Manmeng felt that if it was him, he would definitely dare to make the last bet.

Why not dare to choose one of the Mountain Top Realm and the End Martial Artist?

Cui Dongshan said with a smile: "Actually, my husband's realm is that limit, but I think Brother Hong earns hard, and it's all very rare front door money. According to his seniority, he is still my half-brother-in-law, who worked in the city. With so many good deeds, I planned to give him some money to spend, but he didn't appreciate it, and insisted on sending money to my half-brother-in-law, what can I do."

In fact, Wang Manmeng didn't bother to guess the real realm of that green-clothed man, no matter how high he was in the cultivation of gods, he was a figure in the sky that he could not reach even if he stepped on a ladder.

Don't provoke, don't cling to, just keep at a respectful distance.

If it wasn't for the white-clothed young man in front of him who refused to leave, Wang Manmeng would not be willing to stay by this person's side, carefully trying to figure out his every word, even every expression and look in his eyes.

Didn't Hong Chou suffer a lot?

"Do you know why Hong Chou dare not gamble?"

"How to say?"

"Because Hong Chou, like you, doesn't believe that good people are rewarded with good things."

Wang Manmeng smiled bitterly, "Maybe."

Cui Dongshan turned around and saw heavy snow falling in the courtyard, and the snow was getting thicker, "Maybe I believed it once, but I didn't believe it later."

After a moment of silence, Cui Dongshan continued: "There is no way, it seems that in this world, the more people believe that good people will be rewarded, they will never live a good life. They are either bad or poor. It's like giving up the Yangguan Avenue. I can only walk on the single-plank bridge by myself, save some money hard, and give it back to my life, but in the end I only save a lot of bitterness, and I don’t want to tell my relatives, friends, and juniors around me, tell them.”

Originally, I thought the other party was standing and talking without back pain.

After hearing the last words, Wang Manmeng frowned, squeezed out a smile, and said softly, "Who said otherwise?"

Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "The person who hates the Immortal Genealogy the most is not necessarily Shan Zeyexiu, but the Immortal Genealogy, because the former has already figured out a way to get along, but the latter is not."

Wang Manmeng laughed at himself, "Cui Dongshan, don't be tempted, although I don't know why you are so lingering and entangled us ants, but to be honest, I really don't think our rootless duckweed-like waste is worth your money." This kind of people is a waste of time, two grains of money, is it a lot? For us, of course it is a lot. A dozen or so people have worked hard for half a year to earn so much. A few of them like that money monkey may still be in this life. This is the first time I have seen Grain Rain Coins, but to you, two, or even twenty Grain Rain Coins, are nothing."

"How many monkeys are there? It's not possible. It's the first time they saw Gu Yuqian, because they are different from you and Hong Chou. When they saw Gu Yuqian, their first impression was not that it was strange why I could take out Guyuqian. , but doubts, guessing over there whether the third kind of fairy money is real or not."

Cui Dongshan bowed his head, spread his palms, and approached the charcoal fire, "You just said 'your kind', what do you mean? Why do you think that I am not the same kind of person as you?"

Wang Manmeng said: "I can't give a specific reason, but I just think so."

Cui Dongshan asked: "Then what do you think my husband is, is he the same kind of person as you?"

Wang Manmeng said helplessly, "Is it possible?"

Cui Dongshan remained silent, his handsome face became whiter and fairer under the light of the charcoal fire, he gently turned his palm over to warm himself by the fire, with the palm facing upwards.

Wang Manmeng asked: "How do you know that I once had a genealogical identity?"

Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "Because you are like a half-hanged ghost. You can't untie the rope around your neck, you can't touch the beams of the house, you can't touch the ground with your feet. Pitiful."

Wang Manmeng smiled and said, "Why are you pitiful? Why don't I feel pitiful myself?"

Cui Dongshan rubbed his hands together and said, "It's poor people who don't have the energy to complain about themselves, they are pitiful, helpless, helpless, what else can they do, that's all."

Wang Manmeng was silent, like the young man in white, bowed his head, approached the brazier, and rubbed his hands to keep warm.

Some books are too bitter to read.

Wang Manmeng was born in a small country in the north of Tongyezhou. The suzerain country is the giant Yu Dynasty. It used to be a well-deserved powerful country in the north of Tongyezhou. Now that the country has been restored, although it hurts its vitality, it is still a skinny camel that is bigger than a horse .

Her teacher is an unpopular sect on the mountain in Tongyezhou. It is not considered heretical. It is said that it is a crooked sect. It is not wronged at all, but it is just wearing a bright and bright coat. In the vassal state of the Yu Dynasty, They can also be domineering, and many seniors and sisters of the same generation are the wives and concubines of a country's ministers.In addition to the fact that the head of the sect is an old god in the Longmen Realm, it is said that there is also a Jindan Patriarch who has been in seclusion for many years sitting at the gate of the mountain, so when she first went up the mountain, she was very yearning and full of pride.

But the school she belongs to is mostly female cultivators, and the seniors in the division teach, besides the spells, they are also the spells in the room.There are not many serious Taoist books, but there are a lot of erotic pictures.

Many girls who obviously have no cultivation qualifications, as long as they are good-looking and are the embryos of beauties, they will be accepted.

It is said that the real backer of my sect is the Qingzhuan School of the Nayu Dynasty, who is the leader of the fairy family on the mountain. One of the Tongtian figures in charge of money is a woman named Miao Yu, and it is said that she is the head of the Qingzhuan School Half a Taoist couple with no status, Miao Yu holds financial power, which is no worse than the Minister of the Household Department of the Yu Dynasty.

Some people, after going through ups and downs, can always make a turn for the better.

But some people's lives are like a ship stranded, and the outline of the waterway is like a thread, unable to advance or retreat, and the ghost hits the wall in place.

It seems that if you do too much and make too many mistakes, you can only break the pot.Just like what the white-clothed boy in front of him said, after all, it was nothing more than the three words "just like this".

She once stood side by side in a fairy mansion at the ferry of the fairy family with several senior sisters and sisters from the same sect, and a group of female cultivators from the fairy mansion. Children of the aristocratic family, pointing at them, the one sleeping is a fairy, a female cultivator on the mountain.

She had grown numb to it.

Cave Mansion Realm, as long as one enters the Cave Mansion Realm, one can escape from the Sea of ​​Misery.

But until the shocking accident that led to the sinking of a continent, Wang Manmeng had never entered the cave. She was different from those masters who were at a loss like bereaved dogs. She felt nothing, and even felt a little bit relieved. He didn't want to follow his fellow sect to hide in the Qingzhuan sect for refuge, so he found an opportunity and left.Wherever I can take care of her, I'm busy giving the dignitaries of the Yu Dynasty a chance to climb onto the bed of the head of the wealthy family and the children of the family. On the way to escape, the reputation of the sect is completely rotten. At the end of the day, Wang Manmeng realized that his sect actually didn't have any golden elixir patriarchs at all.

In Wang Manmeng's view, as a woman, the real way to live is probably a woman like Huang Ting in Taiping Mountain.

There is also Yao Jinzhi, the female emperor of the Daquan Dynasty, who is not bad. She can usurp the throne and become the emperor herself.

Cui Dongshan looked at her and said with a smile: "Do you want to see Huang Ting and Yao Jinzhi with your own eyes in the future, and have a closer look at how they live?"

Wang Manmeng came back to his senses, startled in horror, his face turned pale and tremblingly said: "How do you know what I think?!"

Obviously, it aroused the biggest haze in the woman's heart. These "profound family education" genealogical monks' methods of playing with people's hearts and ruining others really made her feel lingering.

Furthermore, a monk who can listen to the voices of others must have started as a legendary earth immortal.

Cui Dongshan said: "In fact, you also know that the genealogy monks on the mountain are not all vicious and wolf-hearted people, but they are just like Hong Chou. If you lose a bet twice, you dare not gamble for the third time. Your first small bet The bet is a bet that your preacher will not treat you with death. If you lose the bet, the second time is to bet on your own mind, means, and status as a female cultivator. Temporary compromise and humiliation, I believe there will always be a way to improve the situation One day, the result was still lost, and I had no choice but to accept my fate."

Cui Dongshan put his arms around his sleeves, "There are some things that I absolutely dare not say on the side of the husband, but on your side, there is nothing taboo."

Cui Dongshan pointed to the heavy snow outside, "Since ancient times, there has been heavy snow in the middle of winter, and half of the rich people can't be frozen to death, but the catastrophe that the emperors, generals, dignitaries, and genealogy masters were not spared a few years ago is different, good man The bad guys, the rich and the poor, all suffered, but the least, at least many people who deserved to die a long time ago, but in our opinion, "the sky will not accept".

"That's right, there are still a lot of people, in the eyes of casual cultivator Wang Manmeng, who died after enjoying all the blessings. They have committed crimes in the underworld in this life. Even if they die, no matter how they die, it seems that they will not lose. So you still I feel a bit aggrieved and not happy enough."

"Don't worry too much. When you get down there, they will make you feel miserable every day. Repayment of debts has always been bad retribution."

Wang Manmeng pursed her lips.

A person who puts indifference on his face every day may be the one who really cares.

Just like Wang Manmeng admired Taiping Mountain from the bottom of his heart, so he traveled there, but he didn't dare to go to the gate of Taiping Mountain.

It seems that if she glanced at the three words "Taiping Mountain" on the gate archway, it was a kind of desecration of Taiping Mountain.

Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "I'm not familiar with Taiping Mountain, but my husband and the new mountain owner Huang Ting are very good friends. Of course, don't get me wrong, it's not the kind of relationship between men and women you think. Oh, you really have to change it in the future. Don't put everything in the world on men and women. Now my husband is still a registered enshrinement in Taiping Mountain, so if you are willing to go to Taiping Mountain to practice, I can ask him to help introduce you to Huang Ting. Don't worry, I am my husband's proud student , and my husband, as long as he nodded and agreed, there is nothing he can't do."

Wang Manmeng was almost driven crazy by this young man in white, with a tired expression on his face, feeling powerless, he said, "Cui Dongshan, what are you thinking, and how are you thinking?"

She doesn't think that the other party is coveting beauty and wants to sleep with her?As far as this "boy" looks, it's hard to tell who is sleeping.

Cui Dongshan flipped his palms again, and laughed at himself: "I have been thinking about why and how we think about it. These two questions have puzzled us for many years."

Once in Yang's shop, Cui Chan had an open and honest conversation with the old man who was once called "Grandpa Yang" by his husband.

Old Man Yang asked what happened to that matter, and by coincidence, it was almost exactly the question that Wang Manmeng asked by mistake tonight.

At the beginning, Cui Chan's mind and soul were separated, and one was divided into two.Cui Chan watched Cui Dongshan's thoughts, within a day, there were at least two thoughts, and the most was more than [-].Cui Dongshan looked back at Cui Chan, with at least three thoughts and a maximum of [-]. "Two people" have their own advantages and disadvantages, the difference is only one, and the difference is [-].

You must know that this kind of "mindfulness" is not the so-called leaving the country to sit and forget in Taoism, nor is it meditation in Buddhism. Otherwise, it is not difficult for Qi practitioners to retreat, immerse their minds, and restrain their minds.

As for ordinary masters, if you mistakenly think that you can stop thinking when you sleep, it is a big fallacy.

Cui Dongshan said with a smile: "Sleeping and sleeping means sleeping and sleeping. What sleeps is the physical body. This kind of rest is a kind of recuperation for the seven souls out of the three souls and seven souls. What you sleep is the mind and the three souls. It's just that many people remember many vague dreams after waking up, and some people mistakenly think that they are sleeping without dreams. Just like many people have the feeling of falling off a cliff in their dreams, which is actually a slight soul-stirring. The human race The reason why he can become the leader of all spirits lies in his "dream". Compared with the monks of the monster race, this is a kind of natural enlightenment of "dream". The tough avatar is not only the support they rely on to survive on the earth, but it is also a kind of strong cage."

Cui Dongshan has a plan. In the future, nine personal disciples, such as the high and low porcelain men, thank you, Hu Chuling, Jiang Qu, Cui Dongshan will classify them, teach them according to their aptitude, teach them all, cultivate them meticulously, and be very patient.

Cui Dongshan will take nine more direct disciples who are only in name. This kind of apprenticeship is very casual. It only depends on the quality of eyes and mood. Of course, it can be Qian Houer, or the 80-year-old in front of him. Wang Manmeng, who was cultivated in the Dongfu Realm, could even be Hong Chou, a martial artist of the Sixth Realm who is nearly half a hundred years old. Relatively speaking, Hong Chou's martial arts aptitude is not too bad, but he has not met a master to guide him, otherwise it would not be difficult to reach the Seventh Realm After all, any warrior with a golden body in the world, no matter whether it is paper or bamboo sticks, can be related to martial arts.

Wang Manmeng couldn't understand what the other party was saying, so she suddenly asked a strange question that seemed to be off topic, "So many dead people, can we really manage it?"

Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "It can be managed, and there are almost no mistakes."

Wang Manmeng shook her head, apparently not believing it, "Could it be that there are hundreds of thousands or millions of underworld officials and subalterns in Fengdu, the underworld?"

Just like Town God's Temple, within a country, from the city gods of the capital to the third-level town gods of the prefectures, counties and counties, how many are there in total?

Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "The main function of the Town God's Temples in various places is mainly to guide and lead. It is only the first trial, and it is more to record the merits and demerits. It is similar to the households in the Yangjian Yamen that are in charge of the scale book. As for Fengdu, all kinds of ghosts The difference in quantity, even with the addition of some temporary official positions, is a bit similar to the "walking" of the new jinshi in the Yangjian court in various ministries. Many, as for how it works, it’s simple and simple. One government office after another is equivalent to the life of a person in the yang world, one year at a time. It’s also very complicated. If you look closely, the rules here are complicated and meticulous, roughly speaking. Come on, it is to use those few fundamental, low-level, and unshakable rules to prop up thousands of fine-grained rules with clear boundaries. The former allows the latter to have a small swing. It is clear, so since ten thousand years ago, it has always been orderly, with clear rewards and punishments. Of course, there are some merits and demerits here that are truly conclusive. From the eyes of Yangjian people, there are still many incomprehensible things. Wang Manmeng, if you If you are really interested in these things, you can ask Gu Qiu, he is now a candidate for the city god of the state, and maybe in the future, Gu Qiu still hopes to be in charge of the City God Temple in the capital of the new Dayuan Dynasty."

Wang Manmeng was skeptical, and asked, "How do you know these inside stories? From which remote strange book?"

Cui Dongshan smiled and said, "Because I have been to Fengdu."

City Gods of prefectures and counties, city gods of prefectures, City God Temples in Beijing, all levels of city gods, civil and military judges, gods, generals of cattle and horses, day and night wandering gods, generals of shackles, these are the permanent official positions of Chenghuang Temple, just like the Qingliu officials in the Yangjian court body, and the rest are subordinate staff and ghosts.The size of a Town God's Temple mainly depends on the number of various divisions and government offices. There are only three divisions or six divisions, and there are as many as this city's Town God's Temple, with as many as twelve divisions.The Town God's Temples in the capital cities of various countries either have twenty-four divisions, such as the Daquan Dynasty and the Yu Dynasty, and there are even thirty-six divisions in the City God's Temple in the capital.

In the territory of the Ganoderma Lucidum Dynasty in Shenzhou, Zhongtu, there is the largest City God Temple in the world, and there are as many as 62 temples.

The city god, whose rank of deity is the same as that of the Five Sacred Mountains of China and the Monarchs of the Four Seas, has the surname Zhou and the name Fang Yu, the Zhou of Zhou Zheng, and Fang Yu of the four directions and four corners.

Responsible for sitting in the Divine Continent of Zhongtu, and protecting the peace of the corner of the continent.The four generals under his command are named Gan, Liu, Fan and Xie.

Wang Manmeng couldn't help laughing, "Cui Lang is talking big again."

Cui Dongshan laughed it off.

If the same words are spoken by the master, who would not believe them?

Sure enough, you can't be too good-natured.

Cui Dongshan said abruptly: "Hong Chou shouldn't have taken a grain of money from here."

Wang Manmeng asked tremblingly, "What about me?"

Cui Dongshan smiled and said, "You're fine."

Wang Manmeng sighed faintly, do you want to remind Hong Chou tomorrow?Forget it, this fairy money, no accident, will be the foundation of his future in the New Dayuan Dynasty and the stepping stone to advance in the officialdom.If she really spoke up, she would probably be scolded bloody by Hong Chou, wondering if she had changed her mind to make a fool of herself, maybe she was already in the opposite house at this moment, sulking, wondering if it was true She partnered with Cui Dongshan to set up a scheme to defraud him of his money.

Cui Dongshan glanced at Wang Manmeng, and said with a smile: "By the way, my so-called 'take away' is very different from what you think."

Wang Manmeng covered her mouth with a coquettish smile, rolled her charming eyes, and glanced back at Cui Dongshan.

Cui Dongshan scolded with a smile: "Damn, what are you thinking, if you and our old cook and Brother Dafeng meet, you will have a lot of chats, and you will definitely have a lot of chats!"

Wang Manmeng crossed her hands and fingers, raised them above her head, and stretched.

"It's hard to be a good person. I've seen bad people and wanted to learn from them, but I found out that I'm not bad at all. This is called a dilemma."

Cui Dongshan said the truth, and then joked: "My good sister, don't frown and sigh less, and worry more. A person is easy to look sad, so you have to smile more every day. Since you are a beautiful woman, why are you haggard? It doesn't make sense. "

Wang Manmeng said: "Cui Lang is highly knowledgeable, but he is really not suitable for comforting people."

Cui Dongshan nodded and said, "Indeed."

Cui Dongshan blinked, "Wang Manmeng, how about we play a game?"

Wang Manmeng's heart tightened, and he said unforgivingly, "Are the gods fighting?"

Cui Dongshan rolled his eyes and said: "It's boring to talk like this all the time."

If you dare to talk to my husband like this, it is true courage!

Immediately, Cui Dongshan smiled and took out a Xiaoshu coin from his sleeve, which he had just won from Hong Chou, "If you have money, at least one Xiaoshu coin is equivalent to giving it to your sister for free. The rules of the game are very simple, you don't need anything." Said, just think about the person in the past, go through it in your mind, don't care about the identity of the other person, how many times you have met, as long as you can remember it, it doesn't matter how vague the memory is, the more the better, the more you think, the more you earn, more than 100 If there are more than 500 people, I will give you another one. After 1000 people, it will be another Xiaoshu coin. How about it? Is it a good deal with no capital and huge profits? People, not counting the previous ones, I can give my sister another Grain Rain coin."

While speaking, Cui Dongshan twisted his wrist, and two more blank chess jars appeared. After withdrawing his hand, he hovered in the air, signaling with his eyes that Wang Manmeng could start working and earn money.

Wang Manmeng was full of hesitation, was silent for a moment, and said, "It's that simple?"

Cui Dongshan turned a deaf ear and was too lazy to talk. He just put his fingers together like a twister. Soon, several snow-white chess pieces condensed from his fingertips, and they were thrown into a chess jar one by one.

Obviously, when Wang Manmeng was silent, she couldn't help but think of several "old friends", and then was "captured" by Cui Dongshan and manifested into chess pieces.

There was an old bastard who once had a guess that the Huawai Tianmo inspired by Tianwaitian could not only transform into billions, but also close only one.

So Cui Chan assumed that the thoughts of all living beings in the world all originate from the same "pool".

All thoughts are like "sparks" jumping out of the water.

Wang Manmeng thought about it for a moment, but he didn't feel that his wild thoughts could affect the current situation. Could it be that he could really earn three Xiaoshu money for nothing?

After that, there were more and more white chess pieces in the chess jar, but black chess pieces also began to appear one after another, and Cui Dongshan threw them into another chess jar.

Wang Manmeng didn't care about being shocked anymore, it didn't matter anymore, he had seen too many unbelievable things at Cui Dongshan's side today, so it's not surprising, just get used to it.

Because whenever she intermittently remembered a vague character, the pawns condensed at the fingertips of the boy in white would be black pieces.

In the lobby, there was only the brazier under the feet of both parties, and the sound of charcoal cracking occasionally sounded. The heavy snow outside the house was getting bigger and bigger, and the snow in the courtyard must have covered the ankles.

Cui Dongshan sat cross-legged on a chair, and Wang Manmeng began to think hard about those "passers-by" on the road of life, those who had met several times, those who passed by but accidentally remembered their faces because of a certain distinctive feature, and those who were young The old people in my hometown when I was young, maybe they were shaking cattail fans to enjoy the coolness, maybe they were rice pickers with thick cotton cloth sewn on their shoulders, or their peers when they were young and hadn’t climbed the mountain, they often secretly looked at her...

There are more and more black and white chess pieces piled up in the two chess tanks.

As Wang Manmeng's thoughts became more and more sluggish, Cui Dongshan leaned on the handle of the chair, resting his chin with one hand, and stretching out the other hand all the time.

Wang Manmeng reached out and rubbed the center of her brows, and asked, "How many?"

Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "Three Xiaoshu money, I have already got it, it is the extra Gu Yu money, it is a bit difficult to earn, the difference in quantity is not small. Why don't you think about it again?"

Wang Manmeng said helplessly, "I can't think of more people."

Cui Dongshan said with a smile: "The hanging portraits and the characters in the books are also counted."

Wang Manmeng came up with hundreds of "portraits" as if he had opened his mind.

Cui Dongshan glanced at the chess pot and said: "You can add names you have heard of, such as emperors, generals, and monks. Of course, don't make up random names, just think of a name to fool me, otherwise you will lose money." It’s time to lose a pawn.”

Wang Manmeng began to rack his brains to think about those people who had heard about it.

The monks on the top of the mountain, the sages of the Confucian Temple, the patriarchs of Tongyezhou's great sect, the honored guests, the dignitaries of the countries below the mountain, the pure warriors who are famous everywhere, and even those big monsters in the wild world...

Cui Dongshan smiled, shook his wrist quickly, and threw the chess pieces into the chess jar one by one.

This kind of gamble, you can't bet with the husband, and you can't bet with the senior sister, especially the senior sister, it is estimated that his little brother will cry poorly.

Wang Manmeng was already sweating, and a monk in the cave state was a little dizzy, and asked in a trembling voice: "Is it enough?"

Cui Dongshan smiled and said, "Enough is enough, it's already enough."

Wang Manmeng was dumbfounded.

Cui Dongshan took out one Guyu coin and four Xiaoshu coins, threw them together to Wang Manmeng, and said with a smile, "The extra Xiaoshu coin is for me to give to my sister."

Wang Manmeng slumped against the back of the chair, really exhausted.

Cui Dongshan said with a smile: "How about counting the names of Tianxia Dadu, Shanyue, and Xianfu sects? As long as you gather [-] chess pieces, I will give my sister another Grain Rain coin."

Wang Manmeng turned pale, shook his head, "I can't think anymore."

Cui Dongshan laughed and said, "Are you more tired than fighting with gods?"

Wang Manmeng wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling weak, he forced a smile on his face, and was already unwilling to speak.

Cui Dongshan waved his sleeves, and the two cans of chess pieces disappeared out of thin air.

Wang Manmeng made a lot of money, so Cui Dongshan may not have made less money. The content carried by these chess pieces will be useful when digging Dadu in the future.

When it comes to sneaking into other people's hearts and mind lakes, and carefully reviewing other people's memories, Cui Dongshan is of course familiar with it, but he is not as proactive as Wang Manmeng, pouring beans into a bamboo tube like beans, and it comes complete.

Cui Dongshan clasped his sleeves with both hands, "Wang Manmeng, I need to study more in the future. I don't know when it will be converted into real money."

Wang Manmeng spread her palms and stared blankly at the five fairy coins. She raised her head and asked in a hoarse voice, "Cui Dongshan, you are a genealogy cultivator, right?"

Cui Dongshan nodded and said: "I have already said that, I am the master of a sect."

In fact, Cui Dongshan's extra Xiaoshu money was only because Wang Manmeng accidentally mentioned his husband, who was a student, so he was really happy and very happy.

Wang Manmeng clenched her hands tightly and asked, "You don't want to go back, do you?"

Cui Dongshan gasped, good question!

If it weren't for the husband being nearby, Cui Dongshan really wouldn't mind taking it all back.

Cui Dongshan waved his hand, "Hurry up and put it away, I'll regret it later."

Wang Manmeng murmured, "Tonight is like a dream."

Cui Dongshan turned around and leaned against the handle of the chair, looked at the heavy snow outside, and said softly: "If a person dares not even dream, how miserable it is. In the past, the flowers were like snow, and now the snow is like flowers. The beauty of a good day is never in vain. How to settle the infinite heart. Maybe we have all had lover-like entanglements with this world, glaring at each other like enemies, talking to ourselves like deaf and blind people, people who have nothing to say and people who can’t say anything, They stared at each other, speechless."

When Wang Manmeng heard the words, he was silent.

Cui Dongshan was silent for a moment, turned his head, and complained: "Oh, I don't know how to applaud, applaud, even nod, I don't appreciate it at all."

Just as Wang Manmeng was about to say something from his heart, Cui Dongshan stretched his neck to look outside, and gasped, "The crowd is here. Is it so lively?"

Standing up quickly, Cui Dongshan slapped his snow-white sleeves, "Sister, let's go, call Qian Houer, and copy guys together! Do your job, block the way and rob!"

Wang Manmeng had no choice but to swallow the words that came to his lips, and said helplessly, "Even Qian Hou'er has never done such a thing."

"I've never done it, what's the matter?"

Cui Dongshan shook his sleeves, "From now on, I will hang out with Dongshan and eat nine meals a day!"

Wang Manmeng stood up and said suddenly: "Cui Dongshan, I think of a poem."

Cui Dongshan smiled and said, "Is it Mr. Cheng Zhai's phrase 'I love Dongshan Qinghouxue the most'?"

Wang Manmeng was full of helplessness.

On his side, she seemed to be naked.

Cui Dongshan hugged the back of his head with both hands, and swayed towards the outside of the house, "Good poems, good poems, Dongshan loves the snow when it clears the most, and Dongshan loves the snow when it clears the most."

Wang Manmeng followed behind the white-clothed boy, and Cui Dongshan jumped out of the house with his feet together, and asked casually: "Wang Manmeng, is there such a custom in your hometown that women who are waiting for a boudoir have to spend every day in the spring breeze and March?" Comb your hair one or two hundred times in the morning?"

Wang Manmeng shook his head and said, "No."

Cui Dongshan clicked his tongue and said, "What a pity."

Suddenly he shouted, "Qian Hou'er, don't look at those erotic pictures that you turned to pieces! Interesting."

Qian Hou'er quickly ran out of his house, blushing and said: "There is nothing, there is nothing."

Cui Dongshan raised his chin toward the room, Qian Houer was stunned for a moment, and soon understood, grinned, and went to the brazier to cover the charcoal fire with iron tongs.

Wang Manmeng turned her head and glanced at the skinny man squatting by the brazier. For some reason, she suddenly felt that he was both pitiful and respectable.She shook her head and laughed too, but she was a little ugly.

Cui Dongshan reached out to catch the snowflakes, and then asked Wang Manmeng to call the rest of the people in the house, euphemistically saying that there are many people and powerful people, which can be courageous.

Wang Manmeng was walking in the snow, while Qian Houer squatted by the brazier.

Cui Dongshan stood on the steps.

Just now, Cui Dongshan seemed to have obtained another key to open the door, and remembered some past events that were banned, related to himself, or related to that old bastard.

It was still in the tall building by the Lake of Letters.

Cui Chan asked him.

Can he be like Qi Jingchun in studying and self-cultivating?Is it possible to establish a religion and call it the ancestor?

Practicing swords, within a hundred years, the speed of breaking through the realm, the high level of swordsmanship, can you learn left and right?

How long will it take him to practice martial arts and boxing before he can barely catch up with Jun Qian?

Cui Dongshan was lying on the ground at that time, and Cui Chan gave the answer.

Not surprisingly, everyone is a little bit alike, but in the end, they are all alike.

I just want him to be completely unable to be Qi Jingchun, and die early.

Cui Dongshan asked him, is this the only way to go?

Cui Chen didn't bother to answer this question at all.

In fact, Cui Dongshan knew it well, otherwise, it would be too late.

It was too late for Mr. to be able to slowly travel the world as an awe-inspiring Confucian scholar under the protection of the old scholar and senior brothers of Wen Sheng's lineage. The straw-sandal boy grew up slowly, relying on a golden gall, books of sages, and the principles in each book, to refine his natal characters. With the help of two flying swords in the 15th day of the new year, he became his natal object, and he also practiced swordsmanship and martial arts. Step by step steadily, gradually ascend to the heights, form golden pills, land gods, ascend to the five realms, ascend to the realm of ascension, and prove the Tao...

So Cui Dongshan at that time asked the last question.

Are you not afraid that he will become the second Yu Dou?

Cui Chan was silent for the first time and did not give an answer.Probably judging from the situation at the time, it may be too early to say whether it is yes or no, and whether it is good or bad.

Because of Yu Dou who ran wild with four close friends in the past, two of them happened to die at Yu Dou's hands.

That is to say, Yu Dou has gone through a questioning game like Shujian Lake before, and he only needs to go through it once, and then again, and countless times in the future. In fact, the result is the same.

Now among the ten candidates selected by Qingming Tianxia, ​​there is a sword fairy named Baolin, who is in the Ascension Realm. She is most famous in the world. Second head teacher, Yu Dou who is called "True Invincible".

The reason why Baolin and Yu Dou asked for swords is known all over the world, because she was one of the four people back then, and her Taoist companion was killed by Yu Dou himself with his sword.

Therefore, the reason why Baolin asked Yu Dou for the first time was that anyone in the world can kill him, but only you, Yu Dou, can't!

Therefore, even Daoist Sun of Xuanduguan had to admit that Yu Dou had no selfishness when he talked about Yu Dou's selflessness.

In the Qingming world, all those who violate the prohibition, regardless of their status, regardless of their realm, regardless of their reasons, those who may or may not be killed, without exception, will all die.

And how many thousands of Taoist officials, monks, and ordinary people have died in this way, in the fourteen states of the underworld for thousands of years?Or hundreds of thousands?Is there a million, or even millions?No one has ever made specific statistics.Because facing Yu Dou, all of this is meaningless and useless.

This is not a question of right or wrong, but a question of people's hearts.

Those who died and all the living people around them, what they thought and felt, in the eyes of history, are not question marks, but full stops.In the history books that cherish words like gold, there is not a single word. The dead people, and the living people around the dead at that time, they are like the blank spaces between the words. All the book flippers in the world, who Will pay attention to the white space on the top of the page?

So Cui Chan is betting.

Bet that Chen Pingan will not become the second Yu Dou.

Cui Dongshan stretched out a palm, muttering something, as if he was slapping someone in the face, repeating the old bastard repeatedly.

To protect the way and protect the way, the number of ways you protect the way is the most unique, embroidering tigers and embroidering tigers, if you have the ability to live a few more years, go to the Qingming world to shake your prestige.

In an instant, Cui Dongshan shuddered suddenly, quickly withdrew his hand, and quickly reached out to touch the center of his eyebrows, because an idea popped up for no reason.

In fact, it is just a word, Chang Geng.

Cui Dongshan frowned, put his hands in his sleeves, hesitated for a while, but still didn't make any deduction.

Chang Gung?The name of the stars is clear to those who have read a few books. Since ancient times, there has been a saying that "there is Qiming in the east and Changgeng in the west". There is a saying in "Tianguanshu", the ancient star Changgeng, like a piece of cloth covering the sky, When this star is seen, soldiers rise up.

If there is one world, then Chang Geng Chang Ming.The world mourns for 300 years, 500 years?

Cui Dongshan stretched out his hand and scratched his face like Mimi Li.

Before, my husband returned to Xiandu Mountain from Zhenyao Tower, and said that he thought of a pseudonym for going to Qingming Tianxia in the future, and it was called Chen Jiu.

But the husband also said that it seems that there was a better alias, but he had forgotten it.