Ling Yun lost a Tang Dao and Chen Diao Temple got a narrow Dao.


    Chendiao Temple likes to see beautiful women. In the world of Kyushu, the most beautiful women are Zhongzhou and miaozhou. Miaozhou women are more immortal, while zhongshenzhou women are more noble.


    Darkness is always with light.


    Misty state is too far away, and he doesn''t want to run. He may encounter some troubles on the road. He has a lot of cause and effect, and he is in a mess. Of course, zhongshenzhou is an excellent place to go. However, in the world of Kyushu, Zhongtu Shenzhou has the most air. Maybe he can meet a young lady of a noble family after eating noodles. His background is not enough for others to be jealous, so he won''t feel uncomfortable.


    Of course, in addition to these two states, forgetting Youzhou is the best place for frustrated women. When women in the world are frustrated, they are most sincere. It''s excellent to practice here. In their spare time, some women can talk about their life ideals, talk about all kinds of life, "common sense of life", read and write, and some people add fragrance to their sleeves. Some people serve them when they eat and drink. Why not?


    Chen Diao temple has opened a show shop. Most of the women are brothel prostitutes or lonely young girls. Of course, the show shop is full of women. Chen Diao Temple wears a red robe and enjoys the flying snow. There is a fire in the pavilion in the yard and a charming girl beside him. "I''ll tell you, my brother is a jade tree with red lips and teeth, white face like crown jade, eyes like stars, and talented, He is also a wujingwufu. He is a great swordsman in erjingdajian. He has a noble spirit. He can recite Buddhist scriptures and chant Taoism. He is the only outstanding person in the world... "


    The girls just laughed. Some of them are rich and down-to-earth women, some are brothel prostitutes, some are housekeepers. They have more children, and their destinies are neither good nor bad. In the end, they have very few places to settle down, and most of them have a place to live thanks to the boasting shopkeeper.


    Of course, some words listen to more, seriously not seriously, in fact, it is not so important, "as his brother, I am more beautiful than him, more handsome, more elegant, more powerful, ah ha ha ha..."


    Chen Diao Temple certainly likes the affair of lying in a Drunken Beauty''s arms, but he does not dare to do it. Women''s passion is the most troublesome thing. He wants to have a big natural and unrestrained attitude. He wants to put his sword at the top and his fist at the top. The woman he likes is of course the best sincerity for her.


    "Shopkeeper is the best!" The woman said with a light smile that Xiufang has more embroidery in its daily life. Of course, they also have more other things to do. No matter whether they have that qualification or not, thanks for their self-defense skills. Chendiao temple is buying medicinal materials to help them.


    I don''t know what drugs are sold in the gourd of the big shopkeeper. As for the brother he said, that is, the nominal second shopkeeper, most of the money is from him. As for the reason, it makes them feel funny: they are trapped in flowers and support their families.


    The second shopkeeper, who had never met before, really gave Chen Diao temple a large sum of money. He didn''t say that he wanted to cooperate with Chen Diao temple. Of course, he didn''t ask for interest. It was a loan. If he wanted to pay back, he could pay back if he could make more money. As for what Chen Diao Temple wanted, Ling Yun didn''t know and didn''t bother to ask. He seldom paid back money freely, but only said that he would give it to his friends, But it''s nothing to worry about.


    There is also a temple next to Xiufang in Dingjin city of Yuan Dynasty. There is an old monk, three big monks and a beautiful young monk in the temple.


    The most favorite part of the manager of Xiufang is to take the most pitiful, but most clever and sensible Qixiu to the temple to hear Buddhism with the old monk, quarrel with the big monk, and joke with the little monk.


    The little monk''s name is Chaohua. It''s a wonderful name. After all, the Confucian poem says, "God show of fortune Zhong". Can Chaohua''s favorite God show be regarded as a good name?


    The little monk Chaohua is seven years old, and the little girl Qixiu is six years old. When the big boss goes to ask the old monk about Buddhism, the little girl is asking him many questions. When the big boss goes to quarrel with the big monk, the little monk secretly takes the little girl to HOUSHANG to play. The scenery of HOUSHANG is very good. There are bamboo forests, green mountains and rivers, and the scenery is beautiful.


    "Little monk, why did the monk shave his head?"


    "Because I want to cut the thread of worry."


    "Is hair trouble?"


    "That''s what the master said."


    "Will worry make you unhappy?"


    "I think so."


    "Then I have so much hair, why am I still very happy?"


    "Er... Well... I don''t know..."


    "You don''t know why you shave your head?"


    "Because I''m a monk."


    "Why did the monk shave his head?"


    "Because I want to cut off my worries..."


    Qixiu grabs the Buddhist beads on Chaohua''s chest and pulls him down in front of him. They are just children and don''t know the love between men and women. But Chaohua thinks that Qixiu is very good-looking and he blushes. "Little monk, why do you want to walk around me? You don''t know why a monk wants to be a monk if he wants to shave his head. You should study more with my boss."


    "The shopkeeper is really knowledgeable." Chaohua''s sincere admiration.


    Qixiu touched the little monk''s bald head with satisfaction, "hee hee, it''s good to know. Of course, the big boss is very powerful. I tell you, the big boss has a friend, but he is a very powerful person."


    "How powerful is it?" Chao Hua asked.


    Qixiu held her head high and thought about it. She couldn''t remember what the shopkeeper said. Anyway, the elder sisters said that they were all praising people, especially those who were very powerful. "They were very powerful. They were so tall." the little girl raised her hand over her head. She felt that it was not enough. She bumped her feet again. Then she stretched her hands and pushed them to both sides, "It''s so big. It''s clean and pretty."


    "Is it steamed bread?" Chao Hua asked tentatively.


    Little girl seven show hands embrace, touched his chin, tall and big, white clean, that is not like big steamed bread, think of here, little girl definitely nod, "yes, is a big big steamed bread talent big sword repair."


    "Wow... What a powerful Mantou sword repair..." the little monk sighed sincerely. It turns out that Mantou can also be a sword repair.


    ……


    "Sneeze!"


    Ling Yun, who is standing on the flying boat and overlooking from the fence, sneezes and rubs his nose. He hasn''t been ill for many years, and sneezes rarely. Ling Yun looks far away and thinks who will scold himself.


    The first ferry is Xilan ferry. It''s only here that after the flying boat, the second ferry is a hundred miles to the West. Ling Yun leads green donkey with sugar gourd in his hand. The white Confucian shirt is a robe. With some face, he is not a high friar. He wears fox fur on his shoulders. Ling Yun lowers his head and says to green donkey, "Xiaoqing, You and I are still traveling together. "


    Ling Yun gave Xiaoqing a sip of wine and sighed: "I really envy the sword repair of those fabulous swords. The swords travel far away and breathe. They are hundreds of feet away."


    In fact, Jianxiu is not a place where everyone can breathe, a hundred feet away.


    But people often walk on the land, always eager to fly to the sky, Lingyun is not a God without desire, how can you not hope to fly?


    Ling Yun, with a sword on his right waist and a Tang sword on his back, left a series of footprints on the snowy land. The farther north he went, the longer winter and the later spring came. When he went from Linzhou to Fuyao, I was afraid that the snow had not melted yet. After a sip of wine, Ling Yun had not been able to reach the level of Bigu. Two or three days without food was the limit.


    Each state has its own mountain gate of dynasty monks. Naturally, it is not a place full of people. Or it is not a place full of villages, towns and cities. There are always mountains and rivers, but there are always some mountain temples and water temples near the human market.


    If there is no market, you can only eat some dry food, but Ling Yun, who is starving a lot, certainly will not treat his five zang organs Temple badly.


    Iron pot, fire making, chemistry, rice washing, pickles, soy sauce, wine, bowls, chopsticks, everything. If it wasn''t for the fact that half of his husband had loosened his gourd, Lingyun wouldn''t mind carrying the big pot on his back for a long journey. Anyway, he couldn''t be hungry.


    The smell of rice is melodious, but it will take a while for it to ripen. Ling Yun eats soy sauce and drinks wine, and the white mountain forest is in sight. Occasionally, two rabbits rush by quickly. After thinking about it, Ling Yun puts away the fox fur and mink fur. If Chen Xi is still alive, he gives it to Chen Xi. It seems that he has not officially given it to Chen Xi, and he forgets to ask her birthday.


    Drinking wine will warm more, and then eat rice, snow water is clean, cooked rice is naturally different, Ling Yun ate two bowls, belched, "bad, it seems to cook too much, how to do?"


    At this time, from the tree a hundred meters in front of him, a man with a sword jumped down. He was of medium height and made do with his appearance. He was neither frightening nor pretty.


    "Not hungry after waiting so long?" Ling Yun asked back.


    The man laughed and sat opposite Lingyun. Lingyun took out the bowl and chopsticks and handed them to the man, saying, "eat, anyway, there is still something left."


    "I don''t think you''re old enough to kill you when I''m full?" The man took the bowl, scooped up a full bowl with the bowl, and ate it with a big mouthful.


    Ling Yun leaned against the tree, rubbed his stomach and said faintly, "so why should I cook more for one person?"


    "You found me long ago?" The man immediately put down the bowl and grasped the knife in his hand.


    Ling Yun closed his eyes, stretched a stretch, "in other words, how can you be in these mountains?"


    "Didn''t the government issue a reward notice? It is said that there is a mountain god in the temple of immortality, who will spend a lot of money to get rid of this mountain god for the sake of disaster! " The man snorted heavily, "he could have killed him long ago, but the money was not even. On the contrary, he let the wild mountain god seize the opportunity, swallow us, break through the siege and escape."


    "So you think I''m here to make money?" Ling Yun asked.


    The man is still alert, Ling Yun gently smile: "you said now, I really is, before was really don''t know, the food is not poisoned, you can rest assured to eat, my name is Ling Yun, you?"


    "Zheng Shang." The man continued to eat, and after a while he ate the food. Ling Yun just melted the snow and washed the dishes.


    In the man''s eyes, there was still a lot of vigilance. Ling Yun said with a smile, "anyway, the world is not good. But I''ve done business and I''m honest. I''m afraid it''s hard for you to kill the Mountain God alone. Why don''t we cooperate?"


    The man stares at Ling Yun, looking at the wine pot and the wooden sword around his waist. He is not greedy in his eyes, but is carefully considering. He doesn''t mind how much money he will share. It''s just that the God of Leci mountain is evil. It''s really damned. He''s just doing harm for the people. He doesn''t really think about how much money he will take. "Are you a sword repairman?"


    "Well!" Ling Yun nodded, "if you don''t mind, can you tell me about the situation?"


    Zheng Shang gives Ling Yun a general description of the situation. The mountain god of the immortals temple should be the five realm cultivation. After he was injured, he swallowed a few people, which should also be the four realm cultivation. The main reason is that he controls less than half of the landscape here. It''s not easy to find him, and he can also take advantage of it to deal with them. So when the whole people fight, the mountain god of the immortals temple is almost the five realm cultivation.


    Friar Wujing is not so easy to deal with Lingyun. Of course, in terms of his sword cultivation, the man saw the standard Tang Dao behind Lingyun and frowned, "are you from Fuyao Prefecture?"


    "No, it''s from the south. It''s from a friend." Ling Yun replied with a smile.


    Zheng Shang doubted that Tang Dao was a military Dao made by Tang Dynasty scouts in Fuyao Prefecture. It won''t spread easily. However, Ling Yun doesn''t look like a Tang Dynasty army scouts.