I have a role in the heavens

Zhou Jue crossed his arms across his chest, his Confucian shirt was wide, and the sword wind blew by, fluttering like an immortal. He admired Chen Ping'an's sword dance and couldn't help but nod his head and praise with his palms.

"In the past, there was a young man named Chen Ping'an, who danced with his sword and moved all directions. The spectators were as depressed as the mountains, and the heaven and earth were depressed for a long time. Like Yi shooting at nine sunsets, he was as powerful as the emperors flying dragons. He came like thunder to collect his wrath, and he stopped like the rivers and seas. Ning Qingguang.”

The light of the sword dissipated and the fairy sword returned to its sheath. Chen Ping'an had already carried the long sword and a large bamboo box on his back. Pei Qian was carrying a parcel across his body, holding a hiking stick in his hand, and hanging swords and swords on his waist. Zhu Lian and Shi Rou were standing aside. Zhou Jue stood at the forefront of the team, silent and silent, looking like a saint in the distance.

Li Huai and Pei Qian whispered, making an appointment to travel together in the world, and gave Chen Ping'an instructions.

"When you arrive in Longquan County, you must remember to help visit my house."

Chen Pingan smiled and nodded, and agreed readily.

"no problem."

Chen Pingan then looked at Li Baoping, with a faint smile on his face, like a spring breeze blowing on his face, making people feel very comfortable.

"There's no need to send it off. It's already delayed a lot of time. You still have to go to class."

Li Baoping didn't necessarily want to send Chen Ping'an to the gate of the Sui capital. He nodded obediently and said softly.

"Little uncle, be careful on the road."

Chen Pingan reached out and rubbed the head of the little girl in the red skirt and said with a smile.

"You still have to say it, little uncle."

Li Baoping smiled, his eyes were red, and his heart was full of reluctance.

Pei Qian, a charcoal-like girl, came close to Li Baoping, her little head almost resting on Li Baoping's face, and she whispered, and her silver bell-like laughter rang out.

Cui Dongshan looked at this young gentleman. At first, he was not willing to be Chen Pingan's student, but now he changed because of the old scholar's order.

"Sir, I don't think the world today is worse than before. There are more and more monks on the mountain, and there are more people with adequate food and clothing at the foot of the mountain. What do you think?"

"That's probably it."

Chen Pingan did not refute Cui Dongshan's words. He traveled to Dongbaopingzhou, saw different mountains and rivers, and knew that Cui Dongshan's words were true.

Cui Dongshan raised his head, looked at the sky, his expression was gloomy, and he murmured softly.

"But it is undeniable that those peaks are like sharp swords pointing straight at the sky, but every hundred years and thousands of years, they appear less and less. I hope that all the joys and sorrows will not become pecking outside the chicken coop. When I eat, the sparrows are chirping in their nests, and the cicadas are chilling on the branches."

Cui Dongshan pointed to a higher place, his eyes were firm, and he said in a deep voice.

"There are always one or two cranes croaking in the sky. Although it is far away from the ground, it makes people feel sad, but as long as you look up and see it, you will never forget it if you hear it."

"I think it's great that you think so."

Chen Ping'an smiled, with a look of relief on his face at first, then became hesitant, and said thoughtfully.

"Sir, I haven't read much yet, and my knowledge is shallow. I can't give you the answer for now, but I will think about it more, and even if I still can't give you the answer in the end, I will tell you."

"Sir, I can't figure it out either. I'm stumped by your question. I hope you won't laugh at me either, sir."

Chen Ping'an's face was full of seriousness and sincerity. This was the first time he admitted that he was Cui Dongshan's husband.

Cui Dongshan's handsome and flawless face showed a bright smile, and he bowed his head to his husband in a respectful manner.

"My hometown is full of flowers, and the flowers are blooming on the streets. Sir, you can return home slowly."

Hearing this, Chen Pingan smiled helplessly and replied.

"It's autumn now."

Cui Dongshan shook his head, with a bright smile on his face and sincere wishes.

"May your mood be like spring all year round."

In the northern border of Da Li, on the top of a high mountain, an old man in Confucian robes stood beside a blank stone tablet without any inscriptions. He stretched out his hand to press the top of the stone tablet and turned his head to look south.

The cold wind on the top of the mountain made the Confucian shirt rustle, and the old man stood here alone, unaccompanied, alone.

This Great Li State Master, a traitor of the Literary Sage lineage, Xiu Hu Cui Han, had a pale face and cold tiger eyes. He looked into the distance, and suddenly the corners of his mouth slightly turned up, revealing a playful smile, and whispered.

"Don't you, Chen Ping'an, like to reason? This time I will see if you can still do it."

Chen Ping'an and his party had just left the Great Sui Dynasty and headed towards Shujian Lake adjacent to the Great Li Dynasty. At the forefront of the team, Zhou Jue, who was wearing a loose Confucian shirt, paused for a moment, then looked up at the lake in the northern border of the Great Li Dynasty. Gao Shan murmured with a sneer on his lips.

"Shu Jian Lake Questioning Heart Game? After you lose this game, I want to see how ugly your face will be?"

Chen Ping'an and others did not hear Zhou Jue's words clearly. There was curiosity on their faces. They glanced at the scholar in scholar's shirt and gave up questioning when he saw that he didn't say anything.

The dark-skinned little girl was holding a hiking pole in her hand, dancing wildly and excitedly, humming a self-composed song, chirping like a happy sparrow, very lively.

"Today the Thunder King is singing, but tomorrow there won't be much rain. Swallows fly low and snakes cross the aisles, and ants move to the mountains and wear hats... The moon is hairy, and the heavy rain washes the trenches. The sky is covered with carp spots, and there is no need to plow the grain tomorrow."

Zhu Lian's ears were numb from what he heard along the way. He rubbed his temples in distress and begged.

"Nvxia Pei, please be kind and let my ears go, right?"

Pei Qian stopped smiling for a moment and glared at the hunchbacked old cook. She was in a good mood and didn't want to argue with him. She walked a few steps quickly, waving her hiking stick in her hand. Her crazy swordsmanship shocked the world and made ghosts and gods cry. People dared not approach and avoided her. She sighed and said in an extremely guilty tone.

"Wild dogs are running around in the world, and jackals are in power, making the world dangerous and everyone in danger. But I haven't mastered the peerless swordsmanship and knife skills. Blame me, blame me."

"Puchi!"

Pei Qian's look of worrying about the worries first and then enjoying the happiness of the world was so funny that Zhou Jue broke his defense and couldn't help laughing.

The old cook Zhu Lian liked to bicker with the charcoal girl the most. When he heard this, he showed a sarcastic smile on his face, glanced at the charcoal girl, and said.

"If the world of Jianghu relied on you, it would have died long ago!"

"You old cook, you can't spit out ivory from your dog's mouth. When I master my swordsmanship, I will kill you first!"

"Don't think I don't know. The immortal books you read every day are all banned books about fighting between men and women. You are the biggest jackal and lecher in the world. This female hero will fight you today!"

Pei Qian glared at him, waving the hiking stick in his hand, rushing towards the hunchbacked and wretched old cook, wanting to kill the pervert with both jade and stone.

Zhu Lian was caught with the handle, and his old face turned red. He stretched his body, moving like a cunning rabbit and looking like a monkey. He dodged Pei Qian's sword technique and appeared several feet away. He was too embarrassed to fight with him.

"The rise and fall of the world is the responsibility of every man! Miss Pei is really amazing!"

Seeing this, Zhou Jue raised his thumb with his right hand, chuckled, and praised Pei Qian.

Hearing this, the charcoal girl stopped her steps and scratched her face. She became even more proud, raised her head, clasped her hands, and said modestly, like a chivalrous man in the martial arts world.

"No, no! Master, you are too kind!"

The martial arts world is beautiful, let's go slow in the human world. The group of people played and laughed as they hurried on their way. Along the way, they saw the mountains and rivers, and the years of the human world.

On the edge of Shujian Lake, there is a prosperous city with a large number of people, called Chishui City.

Chen Pingan and others hired two carriages. The driver was a talkative old man who had traveled all over the country. Seeing that Chen Pingan and others liked to listen to the excitement and interesting stories, he told them a lot of strange people and things about Shujian Lake that he heard from others. He said that Shujian Lake was not as scary as the rumors outside. There were fighting and killing, but most of them would not involve ordinary people like them.

However, Shujian Lake is indeed a den of money. The old coachman and his friends drove a group of rich young men from the Zhuying Dynasty. They were very arrogant and asked them to wait in Chishui City, saying that they would return in a month. As a result, less than three days later, the group of young men returned to the city by boat from Shujian Lake, penniless. Seven or eight young men spent a total of 600,000 taels of silver in three days. Even if they threw it into the river, it would not be so fast. However, even so, those prodigals were still not satisfied and said that they would save some money and come to Shujian Lake to have fun in half a year.

Zhou Jue, Chen Pingan and his party got off the carriage and walked on the crowded streets of Chishui City. They were very inconspicuous. There was a team of Qigong guarding the city gate, but there was no need for any pass. As long as they paid the money, they could enter.

Chishui City only recognizes money to open the way, which is similar to the old dragon city with the best trade in the continent. They laugh at others but hate others. Whoever has money is the boss. If you don't believe it, look at the wine in the cup. The rich are served first.

It seems that the world is the same everywhere. The rich and powerful enjoy all the honors, while the poor and powerless live humbly.

Chishui City nestles on the west bank of Shujian Lake. Shujian Lake is vast and boundless, with more than a thousand islands scattered all over the place, and the spiritual energy is overflowing. It is a treasure land dreamed of by immortal cultivators. However, it is not easy to establish a sect here and occupy a large area of ​​water and islands. But for one or two Jindan earth immortals, occupying an island as a residence for cultivation is just right, as if they have an independent small cave. Especially those Qigong practitioners who practice water magic regard some islands in Shujian Lake as private territories, and the fierceness of the struggle can be seen.

Zhou Jue, Chen Pingan and others were not in a hurry to enter Shujian Lake, but took a short rest in Chishui City first. They chose a lively restaurant, tasted the unique Wuti wine of Chishui City, and listened to the surrounding drinkers chatting happily. It turned out that Shujian Lake was about to usher in the island owner's alliance once every 100 years. This time, a new king of the rivers and lakes who had been vacant for 300 years would be elected. This undoubtedly made the whole Shujian Lake boil.

Shujian Lake, this paradise of mountain and wild cultivation, smart people are like fish in water here, while stupid people can't move an inch. Here, there is no distinction between good and bad among cultivators, only the level of cultivation and the depth of calculation.

Cultivators who are desperate and in trouble elsewhere can often find a place to stay here. Of course, if you want to be comfortable and happy, don't expect it. But as long as you have a pig's head in your hand and find the right temple, it will not be difficult to survive in the future. How you end up depends on your ability. Relying on a big mountain and being a hanger-on who contributes money and effort is also a way out. In the history of Shujian Lake, there are heroes who endured humiliation for many years and finally rose to become the overlord of a region.

There was once a Yuanying cultivator who was a genealogy immortal master, and joined forces with a Jindan sword cultivator. They probably thought that the two of them could walk sideways in the entire Aquarius Continent. They swaggered and set up a banquet on a large island in Shujian Lake, and sent out invitations to all the earth immortals and Longmen realm cultivators in Shujian Lake, threatening to end the chaotic situation of Shujian Lake without a leader, and become the king of the rivers and lakes who commanded the heroes.

At the banquet, not one of the thirty or so Shujian Lake island owners present raised any objections. They either clapped their hands and applauded, tried their best to agree, or they were flattering and flattering, thinking that Shujian Lake should have a big man who can convince the public long ago, so there is no need for one. Rules and laws. Of course, there are also some island owners who are silent. After the banquet was over, someone secretly stayed on the island, submitted a letter of surrender, made suggestions, and explained in detail the background and credentials of the major mountains of Shujian Lake.

But the scene that happened next made all the monks in Shujian Lake feel particularly happy hundreds of years later. That night, more than four hundred monks from different islands swarmed in and surrounded the island. Using nearly 900 magic weapons, plus more than 200 dead soldiers raised on their respective islands, they smashed to death the arrogant Nascent Soul cultivator and the Golden Core Sword Cultivator. The ones with the most determined killing intent happened to be those who The island owner of Qiantoucao was the first to surrender.

The Shujian Lake Island Owners Association will be held in about ten days. At that time, more than a hundred island owners will board the Gongliu Island where the owner has been absent for many years and elect a king of the world. Qingxia Island’s True Lord Jiejiang Liu Zhimao is the most powerful and the most popular candidate.

Zhenjun Jiejiang has been very popular recently. He is very impressive. Since he accepted Gu Can as his closed disciple two years ago, his disciple is better than his master. He controls a terrifying dragon and goes on a killing spree on his own territory, killing a person. All the hundreds of people in the guest house were slaughtered and fed to the ferocious dragon. The horror was horrific and blood flowed like a river.

Later, Gu Can, the closed disciple, killed his fellow disciple for unknown reasons, setting off a series of bloody killings. The ferocity and violence of his dragon were fully revealed. He sometimes did not even kill for the sake of killing, just to satisfy his own taste of killing. , everywhere they passed were strewn with broken limbs.

Since then, Zhenjun Jiejiang's master and apprentice have been unstoppable, occupying many nearby islands where other sects have deep-rooted influence. Those who follow the rules will prosper, and those who go against the rules will perish. The entire Shujian Lake will never have a peaceful life again. Fortunately, the fight between gods did not affect remote places like Chishui City.

After that, Gu Can was assassinated several times by his enemies, but none of them died. He became even more domineering and arrogant, and had a savage reputation. He was surrounded by a group of wall-worn monks who gave him a high hat as the Prince of the Lake. The battles and pomp were no worse than those of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of a secular dynasty.

Two days ago, news came out in Chishuicheng that the Jianghu Prince Gu Can would come to the city today to eat crabs. Fan Yan, the young master of Chishuicheng, spent a lot of money to buy the fattest golden crabs in Shujian Lake.

This golden-clothed crab is huge and contains abundant water-borne essence. It is difficult for ordinary fishermen to catch it in their lifetime. Only monks in the cave realm can try their luck to catch one or two. It is very rare.

Looking at Shujian Lake from the high-rise building in Chishui City, one can see a huge ship slowly approaching. The ship is as big as the city wall of Chishui City. All around the building boat, in addition to the water waves crushed by the hull, there were circles of tiny ripples on the lake more than a hundred feet away from the building boat, which were difficult to detect.

Gu Can was wearing a fitted dark blue python robe, sitting barefoot on the bow railing, dangling her legs, and habitually twitching her nose, as if she was still the same boy with two snot hanging from his nose.

There were three people standing behind Gu Can. The senior sister Tian Hujun was in charge of the life and death of nearly ten thousand people on Qingxia Island and the vassal islands. She was majestic. Behind her stood two junior brothers, Qin Jue and Chao. rut. Then there was a row of more than ten girls with beautiful looks and different temperaments.

Under the lake water around the building boat, there is a dragon several hundred feet long. Its body swims, causing ripples on the water surface. It is terrifying and ferocious.

At the ferry on the shore, Fan Yan, the young lord of Chishui City, took over and expelled all the idle people, and quietly waited for Gu Can to come ashore with a large group of retinues and guards.

On the top floor of a high-rise building with a wide view in Chishui City, the door is opened, and an old man in a scholar's shirt is sitting, looking out at the magnificent scene of Shujian Lake. The old man's surname is Cui, his given name is Qian, and he is known as Xiuhu. The first disciple of Literary Saint.

Da Li had already secretly infiltrated Shujian Lake, and Cui Chang had even laid out a chess game here. Now that the chess pieces were in place, he began to quietly close the net.

Cui Han shifted his gaze to a path by the lake, and said slowly with a smile on his face.

"You, Chen Pingan, stand upright and are willing to speak the truth in everything! There is no difference between the truth you believe in and the truth you believe in. Then when the person you care about the most and the person closest to you makes a big mistake, a huge mistake, but this People have their own reasons, so what should you do at this time? Does the principle you have always insisted on still work? This makes me very curious and looking forward to it.”

"Or will you go to those messy literati's writings or the so-called warning quotes to find some truths you want? I really want to wait and see!"

Cui Han squinted his eyes, and a gloomy smile appeared on his thin face, which made people feel no warmth at all. He only felt cold and terrifying, and his heart was filled with fear.

Suddenly, a scholar wearing an exaggerated Confucian shirt appeared on the top floor of the high-rise building and sat on the seat opposite Cui Han. With a faint smile on his face, he looked at the huge ship sailing on the lake. said in a deep voice.

"Cui Cheng, you believe in the theory of meritorious service and have to plan everything. Don't you feel tired?"

Cui Zhang's eyes opened slightly, with a cold light flashing, and he stared closely at the elegant and handsome scholar in front of him. His body couldn't help but tense up, with a hint of fear, and the cold voice echoed again.

"If Mr. Zhou wants to make a move and join in the game, I would be happy to accompany him. I would be able to experience the chess skills of the world's best chess player!"

Cui Luo did not answer Zhou Jue's question directly, but changed the subject and wanted to talk about a game of hands.

Zhou Jue retracted his gaze, glanced at Cui Luo, shook his head slightly, and said with a sneer on his face.

"I don't need to make a move in this questioning game, you have already lost!"

Zhou Jue knew Chen Ping'an's learning mentality very well, and firmly believed that he could break this questioning game, break free from the shackles, and go further.

"Do you know why you lost to Zheng Juzhong?"

"Because you lack Zheng Juzhong's spirit of offering mercy to the world first, calculating everything and striving for the first step. If you can't understand this, I'm afraid you will never be able to enter the fourteenth realm in your life!"

Zhou Jue's words were like knives, and he easily shook Cui Luo's heart, making his face change slightly, and he had a bad premonition.